Frustrations, and all the things that make my life bright and beautiful (Explicit)

Phase 1: The utterly unpleasant turn of events

It was such a lame boring school life. I was only around the University for a day since we keep on having multiple class suspensions throughout the week. Two freaking typhoons in a week. And oh I have never been pissed off my entire life by hearing cancelled classes. I was looking forward to how great this week is going to be, hell it turned out a complete train wreck. It was supposed to be our much awaited retreat trip from Monday until Wednesday, to this heavenly-peaceful looking place. But to our surprise, it was cancelled a night before, for the reason that there’s a storm and it’s gonna be a massive rain throughout the entire week based on the weather forecast. Monday came and there’s no sign of a heavy pouring rain. Only a beautiful sunny day perfect for a morning stroll. Amazing. All that I can do to my 3-day free time is to fatten up by eating the snacks I bought for the trip, and loathe upon making my religion class scrapbook.

Phase 2: I fucked my way spiraling down

Yet again, I have done nothing entirely productive but crawl under the warm sheets of my blanket, and waste my life in the depths of the internet. As I was lurking around social media, I saw people posting photographs of newly bought books from an event that is currently happening. I began to get curious seeing captions tagged with word combinations of book fair, and sale. I gazed through the broken glass of my most precious ipod as I read the titles Manila International Book Fair 2014. Such words could make any readers’ heart race. There I realized, I have to go! Tomorrow if not later. I was feeling uneasy at 3 in the morning, being unable to breathe for awhile because I was filled with excitement and the ideas of where in the world would I squeeze the money I need for this event. And there I am almost crying myself to sleep with frustrations of how incredibly broke I am. Everyone that I knew asked me to get my parents to help. But If you really know me well, you would understand that it’s a bad idea for the fact that I hate the feeling of having to owe someone money, specially when it’s for my own amusement. Also, I don’t think my mother would love the idea of it. Oh, that made me remember the first time I asked to buy a book. It was like a sudden terror that made her shiver. She bought it for me but you can still see the disgust in her face while saying “hindi mo naman kailangan ng maraming libro” (Mom, I asked for a book not meth), and that was basically the main reason why I stopped asking my parents to buy me anything unless of course it’s necessary.

So did I go to the book fair? NO. Unfortunately, the second typhoon just came in the morning. Behold the unstoppable downpour that flooded the entire NCR and spoiled me the chance of having to go.

Phase 3: And It doesn’t stop there

So we all know about the massive typhoon hitting the Philippines right now, and the unbelievable floods that make waves in the streets of Manila. So here I am watching the news, impressed on how the flood levels are worse than I’ve imagined, asking myself, how am I not surprised by these? And holy fuck I am not surprised because this shit happens literally every fucking year. I am so annoyed by how the media reacts at this particular event, like this isn’t a yearly encounter. Excuse me, you should fucking know these things by now. And I can’t help but blame everything in the local government (yep, sarah blame it all in the government), just because I feel like there isn’t anything they’re doing to remedy something like this. You fucking have an entire year and what have you done? Implement anti-selfie bills, steal people’s money and distribute it to corrupt officials, give fucking persona non gratas for being butthurt, accepting bails from murderers, sex offenders, and just anyone fucking famous who breaks the law apparently. One year and you could have probably fixed drainage systems, public highways, something that could help resolve the yearly flood incidents. Has anyone tried? No? Fuck this country. I’m done.

P.S.

One thing. So I’m staying at my dorm in Manila. Received an update that my Media Law exams (which was postponed due to some incident) will finally be on Monday at 6pm. I realized that every handouts, and notes that I have are currently back at home which is a 2 hour drive from here. I have to go back home and study, but the flood makes it difficult to do so. Let’s just say I’m currently stranded but physically comfortable.

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All’s left is an empty void of nothingness

I am fascinated by my thoughts for it being scattered that I cannot fathom, or lost in depths of my crumbling mind. And apparently, school doesn’t make it all better (nothing new here), specially when there are unfortunate cases that has been going on recently. This whole week has been overwhelming. Exhausting. What bothers me completely is that, I am not even physically tired. I am worn out emotionally, and psychologically. Oh, what I would give If I could just go on a hiatus, sleep for 10 years, forget about the world, and drift into the unknown.

And May The Odds, Be Ever In Your Favour. (a comparison for Broadcasting and The Hunger Games)

“The mockingjay, a symbol of rebellion”

Hunger games is a futuristic drama in a post-apocalyptic setting after a devastating civil war. A dystopian society is governed by a group of authorities living in a luxurious city of Capitol, the centre of wealth and affluence, in a country called Panem. Many years ago, a rebellion sparked between the capitol and the other 12 districts in the Panem that has resulted to a massive destruction and economic downfall. As penitence for their uprising, each of the twelve districts are sent to a public “reaping” in which a male and female between ages twelve and eighteen are selected in a yearly lottery. The tributes shall be taken to the city of capitol where they are trained for a battle in a large human made arena where they fight to the death while everyone watches on television until one victor remains. The survivor of the game will receive glory, wealth and honour and a year supply of food for their district. The hunger games is the sign of generosity and forgiveness of the capitol and will always be a reminder of the rebellion, a remembrance of the past.

In the movie, it is said that if you want to stay alive you got to have sponsors, and to get sponsors is to make people like you. In relevance to broadcasting, what keeps the show existing is the audience who watch it. It is how the show will get the good feedbacks that come from the audience that makes their show strong and stable. Also with a big population of viewers who patronize the show, it will also gain sponsors from big companies that advertise through it and the show will gain profit from it. The hunger games have gamemakers that design the whole arena including the outfits of the tributes and even the smallest and tiniest detail to the largest dreadful massacre. The gamemakers control every single feature inside the stadium and they make decisions to what are the good ways of entertaining the capitol. Same thing that happens with broadcasting, they control the flow of the show that is being aired so that the audience will be delighted, impressed and entertained that they will be engrossed in watching, in which they will receive high ratings and good feedbacks. In the arena, where the tributes are set to battle for their lives, every move they make are being recorded, but the only ones that are aired in the Panem are those that the game makers see as a non-threat scenes so the Panem wouldn’t have the idea of another rebellion. In accordance to broadcasting, they filter images and scenes that they think are not suitable for airing so that they can manage the people’s views and take it as their advantage in the industry of media and broadcasting.

Piece of a Serie

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American Horror Story is a horror-drama series created by Brad Falchuck and Ryan Murphy and is aired FX, a television channel owned by FOX entertainment group. The story centers on the Harmon family: Ben, Vivien, and Violet, their daughter who recently moved to a newly restored mansion in Los Angeles to start a new life after Vivien Harmon, had a miscarriage and Ben had an affair with his student. The mansion has a very unpleasant history, ranging from brutal murders to demonic manifestations.

As days go by, they unravel different stories and mysteries that envelopes the house. Lately they knew that the mansion comes with the different entities stuck in it- the souls of the previous owners of the house. They also encounter many conflicts going on inside the house one major conflict is that Ben cheated on his wife Vivian. Other conflicts involved their neighbour Constance and her daughter Adelaide, born with a down syndrome, a chromosomal disorder, the frequent trespassing of Ben Harmon’s Patient, Tate, who in the end revealed as a ghost, and also the other ghosts roaming and disturbing their family.

Basically, the whole reason why this show left an impression on me than the other series is because of its unique plot. That, before you understand the whole concept is you have to pay more attention to the characters that are present. What makes it different from the other horror, suspense and thriller series is that its twists are very uncommon and unexpected. I also liked the fact that the story doesn’t revolve only with the Harmon family but also with the stories of the former families who lived and died in the mansion.

 

What makes a Filipino, Filipino?

Mannerism, culture, and distinctive traits are those things that make a Filipino, Filipino. We have certain habits that we make and are known only by Filipinos, which make us unique. One example of it is not using utensils and eating with our bare hands, a common Filipino mannerism that makes us different from the other races. When we celebrate our barrio’s fiesta, we spend too much time and money for the preparations for the event even though we lack funds. It’s a Filipino thing when we have a little food to offer and yet we still find ways to share it to others.

Filipino people have an incomparable way of life which is seen through the ethnic tribes that resides in the Philippines. They have their own rituals, Ideas and arts that we respect. These tribes makes our country a more colourful and buoyant place to live in, creating an inimitable impact for the country. We are known for being hospitable. We accept people in our homes and making them feel comfortable and letting them feel at home. We never neglect our family because we believe in a saying that family comes first. Some may say that we are very dependent of that but they do not understand because they never actually experienced how it feels like to be there to support your family whatever or whenever it will be.

We are cheerful and we never give up. We know how much storms and sufferings we have all been through, nevertheless we can still see smiles on our fellow countrymen. These storms may have been able to ruin our homes and the lives of our beloved, but we still kept in our mind that, there is always a rainbow after every rain. There is hope somewhere out there and we keep our faith to our God always. These certain things, may be values or just gestures, makes a Filipino, Filipino and are some of the things that we can be proud of.

Behind Bars (Bilibid Exposure Trip)

What I love being with the inmates is that, they are entirely honest and welcoming. You know, I can’t really hold  my tears especially when they’re sharing their stories. I’ve learned so much with that trip, my views became different now that we know them more.

“Man is essentially good in nature” it’s just that, society is making them that way. They never chose the path of being in prison nor being called as such. It’s just that, there are circumstances in their life and that they cannot escape.

At first I was scared, but then I realized, wow, that wasn’t scary at all. I am just a coward because I was believed that prisoners are all the same when in fact, they are more intellectual than most of us. Media imposed that they are criminals, that’s is why people connoted that these prisoners have done so much mistakes in our society therefore we should all be scared of them.

Why in the hell that “snatchers” or “burglars” are the only one that is called criminals when we have here thieves, murderers, etc…. and we call them honourables? Yes, that is their question too. A question for me that is left unanswered. After all, these honourables, they stand among us.

I will never forget my experience inside that place. Were all hope lies, were you can see their happy faces but when you have a deep conversation with them, I am so sure you’ll cry your heart out. And because memories are too important to forget, here lies my memories of my first Bilibid Exposure Trip. 

And for my partner Kuya Pol, I salute you. UST sociological society, thank you.

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Here is the legendary Bilibid artwork of Kuya Pol, my inmate partner.

5 stages of grief (Research Edition)

Due to my brain wreckage, I now present to you, the 5 stages of grief: a Kübler-Ross model
  • Denial -“Haha, my brain can’t function. Maybe I should sleep now and research later.”
  • Anger – “What the fucking fuck? Seriously? I’m going to have a fucking 5 at my final grade. How should I fucking explain this shit to my classmates! Fuck, I can’t even understand this fucking theory!sdfg. FUCK THIS SHIT.”
  • Bargaining – “Hey derp, if you’ll help me with this I’ll treat you to Starbucks tomorrow.”
  • Depression – “I am soo depressed that I can’t think of any example in relation to personal and mass media influence.”
  • Acceptance – “It’s okay. As long as I got a passing grade of 3, I am contented.”