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Monday, October 31, 2005

The Mystery of Morning Wood

Ok, from the title itself, you know this is gonna be a weird entry. Kids, go play for a while.

It's one of the mysteries of the universe... What causes morning wood? According to this article, guys have several erections during their sleep cycle. Sometimes we wake up smack dab in the middle of one, and voila! Morning wood. Morning wood is a normal occurance and is nothing to worry about. However, it's very difficult to pee in the morning when you have an erection, and I usually have to go really bad when I wake up.

Morning wood is a strange phenomenon to me. There are different levels of, uhm, woodiness... from semi-hard to flat out super boner. My guess is that it probably has something to do with what time you wake up or how awesome your dream was. There are times where you wake up, notice your boner and go, "Holy crap! That must've been some dream!" Next thing on your mind would probably be what you're gonna do with it. You can just stare at it and wait for it to go away, or you can... well, that's basically up to you and how imaginative you can be. If you're lucky, you can ask the person next to you if they can help you out.

For all the ladies out there who don't know about morning wood, now you know. This is just in case you might wake up next to your partner one morning and bitch slap him or something just because he accidentally pokes you. Don't worry about it, it doesn't mean he's a horny pervert (maybe). Most likely, it's just morning wood.

listening to: The Pussycat Dolls - Don't Cha feat. Busta Rhymes

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Enjoying Sem Break

During the weekend, I went on an outing with some of my classmates to Soleo Beach out in San Enrique. That's about an hour away from Bacolod. There were only 8 of us: Me, Brad, Dawn, Harvey, Jonalyn, KZ, Henry and Nikko. We were expecting a whole lot more, but lots of people couldn't make it.

Anyway, after waiting all morning, we left for San Enrique around 1pm. It was a quick 1 hour ride. When we got to the beach, we were lucky enough to score a cottage right away. We immediately hooked up the speakers and my mp3 player, then got straight to business, a late lunch. While the food was being prepared, Nikko went skimboarding and I took a few shots.

After eating, we all relaxed for a bit, played cards, listened to music. Then we went out to the water for a quick dip, which then turned into a sand/mud war. I got hit in the head a few times and spent most of the afternoon spitting sand out of my mouth. The sun was setting when we finally went back and got ready for dinner. It was then that we found out there was no more rice. We had to go out and buy some more, where we found out that there wasn't any rice available! We ended up having to buy some from one of the locals, but we had to wait for it to be cooked first. It wasn't until 9 that we were able to eat.

When dinner was done, we all stayed in and started telling ghost stories. After a while we started drinking and playing Truth or Dare. Actually, it was more like Truth or Truth, and only KZ, Nikko and I were drinking at first. We each drew a card and whoever had the lowest card got the question. Then sometime later, we added that whoever got the lowest card had to take a shot as well. This went on for the rest of the night, lots of secrets being uncovered, lots of gin being drunk.

The next morning greeted me with a brain-numbing hangover. I decided to stick to playing cards the rest of the morning. Nikko and Harvey had to go home early in the morning, so there were only 6 of us left. Anyway, we just hung out for the rest of the morning, then had brunch. A while later, Arvin appeared out of nowhere and joined us. We were planning to go swimming but we got booted out of the cottage. (Seems we forgot about the 12 o'clock check-out.)

Not really having any other alternative, we made our way home. When I got home, I realized how many mosquitoes bit me. I was literally covered in bites. Ouch. But that was last on my mind when I collapsed on my bed.

listening to: Hale - Here Tonight

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Groggy...

Will post something in the near future. Brain is soup right now. Sorry.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Now where were we again?

Masskara is finally over. Sem break has officially started for me. This would most likely mean that I'll have time to blog again. I've been wanting to get back on track for quite a while now.

Kay and I just came home from watching the Hale concert in USLS. The sound system was pretty bad, and the whole time they were on stage there was something needing to be adjusted. There was this one stage hand scrambling all over the place adjusting amps, replacing broken guitar strings, etc etc. However, the band still performed really well. The crowd was still really into it and most of us were singing along. As expected, the girls were going crazy over Champ (the lead guitar and vocalist). They were flooding the front area of the stage, creating a sea of screaming females and semi-females.

They went through most of the songs in their album and it was really great to hear them play my favorites. Broken Sonnet, Kahit Pa, Kung Wala Ka, Runaway, Here Tonight and of course The Day You Said Goodnight. The last song they played was Kahit Pa, but they surprised the crowd by starting off with the intro to Bamboo's Hallelujah.

All in all, despite all the technical problems, it was still a decent concert. At the end, Roll, who plays the lead guitar, sarcastically thanked the sound system. Any bands coming to Bacolod, I wouldn't recommend Perfect Pitch.


listening to: Thursday - War All the Time

Monday, October 17, 2005

I'm Back!

It's been a while since my last blog entry. Things have been pretty crazy lately. Where to start? Hmm...

Well, the past 2 weeks have been exam weeks. The first week was spent working on our Design 1 exam. It was hell. Imagine the frustration of trying to work on a 3 sheet drafting plate for 4 days straight, and for the first 3 days you had no actual output. I had so much trouble just starting on my work. Then the second to the last day, I finally started getting things done, just to find out at the end of the day that everything was wrong. A minor mistake with my measurements in the beginning messed up the whole plate. So I had to start over again. On the final day of submission, I worked my ass off, but due to time constraints, I was unable to finish. Anyway, I was somewhere around 85% done. The best I can hope for is a passing grade.

The next week was a bit better. On Monday, most of us worked on our Visual Tech. plates. It was a bodyscape on one side and a human muscular structure on the other side. Drawing the naked human body was an interesting final exam. The drawings took me a whole afternoon to work on, but there were no major problems. I was exempted in my Graphics and Math1 exams, then I'm pretty sure I aced my Math2 exam. So it was a good week.

It's Masskara time here in Bacolod, so we decided to try our luck at putting up a booth during the festivities. We're selling beer and barbeque and stuff. It's been a unique experience, we all had alot to learn. Nothing bad has happened, thank God for that. After all this, I don't know if I'd wanna do this again next year, but we'll just see.

I've ended up wasted a few nights, drinking with my classmates. It actually felt pretty good to loosen up after all the stress lately. It's finally sem break time! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

listening to: The Used - The Taste of Ink

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Breakfast at McDonalds

Here's something I read from one of my friend's bulletins. A nice read.

BREAKFAST AT MCDONALDS

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.Her last project of the term was called Smile. The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonalds one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible dirty body smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was smiling. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of Gods Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, Good day as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, Coffee is all Miss because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).

Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentlemans cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, Thank you..

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope. I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, That is why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope. We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of Gods sweet love.I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in my project and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, Can I share this? I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:

UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.
 
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