Code of Silence.
I keep using the phrase in casual conversations but I never really knew there was an actual code. :)) A code of silence is a condition in effect when a person opts to withhold what is believed to be vital or important information voluntarily or involuntarily. The code of silence is usually either kept because of threat of force, or danger to oneself, or being branded as a traitor or an...
Procrastination most often arises from a sense that there is too much to do, and...– Mark Kingwell (via disturbingtheuniverse)
HIMYM Season 7 Episode 3
Humor, heart and a twist tonight. But SHET (in a good way), was that a cliffhanger. Whatever they’re trying to pull off, I just want to see what comes next.
Education 101 By: Conrado de Quiros Philippine Daily Inquirer If students did not make it a point to protest the protestable, or violently iniquitous, we might even now still be under martial law, with Marcos’ generals in lieu of him overseeing it. *** At least today, the students (and teachers) are just huffing and puffing about not getting their due. An eternity ago, a one-centavo...
It’s my sister’s birthday today and she’s 25. This period of our lives right now- this used to be just a picture in my head. I’d always looked forward to growing old because I attached the thought of it with traces of independence. But here now and not a lot has changed except that I live in a different house and that I haven’t been to Church for a while now. Here...
When the light finally, and I do mean finally, shed upon my face, I didn’t stop writing. Point of realization, I needed that blackout. My dependence on social networking sites and extensive netbook use, further aggravated by my stubborn lack of discipline has really gone too far to take a toll on me. Ironically, the lights out turned the lights on in my own head. For one, I wrote a lot....
I want siomai, new music and a That 70’s show marathon. Somebody spoil me.
I only had one match for Diliman Slam: An Interclass Judo Competition this morning and my trousers fell. No, really. My trousers fell. Hello, underwear. This day had no mercy, rain met me when I got out of the gym. I was trying to think of a reason to drop by Maskom but I couldn’t come up with anything so I walked straight home. And only to add to the endless irritation, this article was...
Here’s to hoping you’re not an asshole.
I quote this from the priest earlier in mass, “Pwedeng pabalik balik ka sa simbahan pero hindi ka nag-aaral ng mabuti at puro ka Internet. Pwedeng pabalik balik ka sa simbahan pero may iba kang chinachat chat diyan kaysa sa asawa mo. Pwedeng pabalik balik ka sa simbahan pero you continue living as a homosexual.” It was an offense. I understood the need for examples, the point of...
Photo by Victor Villanueva. (You will have to bear with this long post because I’ve had one hell of a week) I’m a Bracket A student in UP Diliman but that makes no implication that the fight against the budget cut does not concern me. I marched to Mendiola last Friday. I was one among thousands. I was a voice that chanted. I was a fist that punched the air. Photo by Judy Taguiwalo. Protest was...
NO TO BUDGET CUT!
dandoydora: September 21, 2011. UP Diliman dandoydora(c)
I never thought we’d ever need to make a goodbye video for Raffy. Your departure is my 2011 heartbreak.
I have a) a Soc Sci 1 assignment b) a report on Social Stratification c) a Kas 1 reaction paper on Ganito Kami Noon, Paano Kayo Ngayon due tomorrow and yet I’d rather put them on hold for a Tumblr post. It was 8:30 when I got my ass out of bed for my 9am Judo class. Like any other session, it was a drain on stamina, brought about by a handful of Judo rolls and Randori + grappling...
We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.– Japanese Proverb (via disturbingtheuniverse)
It takes 21 days to make/break a habit.
I didn’t last that long. So hello, online social networking! [Source.]