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Hadouken: A daily scribble on Street Fighter

20 April 2011 | Day 044

4:50 pm

I didn’t expect that this year’s holy week will be hot as the sun. Seriously, I can’t do anything productive because of the weather.

Well, today is almost the same as yesterday – quiet, boring, and lazy. Though I’m not as tired today as during the past couple of days, I still find myself sleeping or just simply lying on bed once in a while. I don’t know why. Maybe aside from the hot weather, I have no one to talk to.

I just played a lot of Super Street Fighter IV 3D today. I must admit I’m not a Street Fighter fan before and more of a Tekken fan. Yet, with the gameplay of Street Fighter on Nintendo 3DS and its wide range of cool characters to play with, I now find myself always wanting to execute that Ultra Move of Ryu, Edmond Honda or Zangief and witness the amazing game effects that 3DS has to offer.

My favorite so far is E. Honda, the Sumo wrestler. Though he doesn’t have those fireballs that most characters like Ryu and Ken Masters have, Honda deals huge amounts of damage on close combat moves. His Ultra Move, Super Kinashi Futa, can deal about 1/3 damage to his opponent’s health points. Not only that, he is also easy to control as such creating a lot of nerve-wrecking combos. Also, his funny look and chubby built adds to my likeness on the said character.

My addiction to Street Fighter nowadays is maybe due to the fact that I love martial arts so much. Talk about Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan and Donnie Yen, martial arts is simply entertaining and fascinating. No wonder Tekken is also based on martial arts (Jin Kazama uses Karate; Hworang has Tae Kwon Do style) yet Street Fighter offers a lot more of martial arts reality combined with better gameplay, characters and graphics (it’s 3D baby). For example, Ryu’s throws Seoi Nage and Tomoe Nage are real throws in Judo, a Japanese sport, and the execution of these throws in the game are never altered from the real world. As of Tekken’s Jin Kazama, I can say that the Karate he uses is redesigned and redeveloped. Not that it’s a bad thing, but creative imagination is always way better with the presence of some real world drama.

Well, of course, a game is a game. Street Fighter can’t be so famous without Ryu’s signature move Hadouken as Tekken became famous with some fancy finishing moves. No doubt, with the depth and continuous improvement of every game aspect, Street Fighter is one of those classic games that beat even the modern day games.

That’s it for today. Hopefully, you enjoy Street Fighter as much as I do.

Erson (5:49 pm)

Summer 2011: The Boracay Escapade

18 April 2011 | Day 042 | Daily Scribbles Special

The splash of the clear waters of the vast sea keeps on ringing in my head like melody. The white and fine sand…oh yes the sand…can still be felt by my naked feet walking along the shore. How I wish we can stay there – there where fresh air is, there where peace and tranquility is – like forever.

I’ve always wished for a fun-packed family vacation over the past 17 years of my life. I had one these past few days, finally!

My family and I went to Boracay last April 15 to 17 for some stress break and leisure. I thought it wouldn’t be that fun as I imagine but it turned out to be great and way fulfilling. Everyone in our family had fun – from the plane to Bora to the plane back to Manila – and I’m sure that fun would remain in our hearts and memories even as time passes by. This summer vacation is the best one in my life yet.

Day 01

The first day was something already. It was the first time for my little brother to board an airplane and he was so excited (even if we woke up at around 1:30 am). It was also my family’s first time to Boracay and everyone was looking forward to it the past few weeks. Well, yeah the trip was fun with Angelo sounding as excited as ever and my dad playing comedian every now and then.

Setting foot on the fine sands of Boracay was way better than flying on any airplane. The moment we reached the shore after a boat ride from Caticlan to Boracay proper, everybody removed his shoes and felt the beautiful sand. The feeling was refreshing. The sands were really fine and I must say the world should have more of it than freaking asphalt roads.

We didn’t waste any time after our arrival and so we immediately fixed our things and changed into our swimming attires. Unfortunately,we were unable to swim that day since the sun is scorching hot. We just played with the sand, felt the water a bit, shopped and ate some great food. I like that restaurant named Bamboo Lounge which has great breakfast meals and Chinese food.

Everybody was tired and sleepy so we spent the whole afternoon sleeping. During the night, we explored some shops and ate some good food again. More people flocked during the night as they went dancing to great music, had fun with parties and filled their stomachs with amazing food and drinks.

Day 02

The second day was activity day. We started swimming early in the morning. Dad was funny, way funny – chilling (to the bones) during the swimming time. After around an hour and a half, we went island hopping and explored the wide Boracay waters. It was nice to have that fresh air fill your lungs and touch your skin. During the middle of trip, which by the way is by motor boat, my brother and I went snorkeling. The fish around the sea, especially those that travel by group (yo, school of fish) were fun to watch. It was worth the experience.

Day 03

The last day was mixed with fun and a little bit of sadness. Well, it was our last day to enjoy Boracay and the time seemed so short to do other activities.Despite that, we made ourselves way too active to enjoy everything Boracay has to offer. We went swimming again, sailing (you know, that pretty sail boat), jet ski-ing (what’s the right term?) and helmet diving. Well, everything listed before was first time for me (except swimming of course) so my excitement made the experience way more enjoyable. I really love the helmet diving part. You see, we were underwater, walking there and feeding fish. That was great!

Truly, Boracay is a God-given gift not only to the Philippines but also to the whole world. My stay there gave me my greatest summer break ever. I think it is but right to say…I ♥ Boracay!

Talk about being productive: Another productive article

Well, if you have read my daily scribbles for today, you must know now that I’m formally legitimate in driving a car. And you must also know that Amazon is pissing me so eagerly that I decided to report my order that hasn’t arrived yet. And I was surprised that by reporting, I can earn my cash back and still get the order. Here’s what they said (I’ve removed the links for privacy issues):

Hello,

I’m sorry to hear your DVD’s didn’t arrive by the estimated delivery date of April 6, 2011.

In my experience, late packages arrive not long after the estimated delivery date. Please wait a little longer, until April 27, 2011, before requesting a refund or replacement. Otherwise, you might have to deal with returning a package.

To compensate for any inconvenience, I have refunded your shipping costs. A refund in the amount of $20.95 should appear on your next credit card statement.

Packages shipped internationally are sent to the carrier’s nearest regional shipping hub and then delivered to customers by their local postal authorities. Tracking and delivery confirmation is only available if the carrier provides it to Amazon.com.

I hope this helps. We look forward to seeing you again soon.

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Isn’t this great? I can get 1/3 of my freaking money and still get my package back? Lesson learned: Report when your packages don’t arrive in time. I would laugh my heart out if the order arrives tomorrow.

The Hell Within

Communication in English II | Final Reflection Paper
Ateneo De Manila University
2nd Semester, S.Y. 2010-2011
My deepest thanks to Mr. Ryan Recabar for giving us this assignment.

I know that my entry here in Ateneo is hard-earned not only by me but also, most especially, by my parents. So do my entry in the dorm. The tuition and dorm fees are expensive – very expensive – and my parents need to work very hard to pay for it. My dad is a government agent who earns just enough for us without any extra for luxury. My mom used to work at an insurance company but is now stocked at home. I know…I know that studying here very well live to their saying “igagapang lang namin ang pag-aaral mo.”

Ever since I arrived in Cervini (the name of my dorm here in Ateneo), I expected things won’t turn out good. I knew I won’t live normally as I used to do in the province or even just live “okay” like during out campus seminars and trainings in high school. I was right eventually. Or I was wrong. I expected less.

My life in Cervini is worse than I’ve prepared for. My life in Cervini is a burning furnace. Most people here, sadly, are insensitive and air-heads and very few are disciplined. I know for a fact that I’m surrounded by rich kids who each have five personal maids at home. I also know that they’re educated people. They can’t enter Ateneo if they were not academically excellent after all. But majority of these “educated” and rich people have never experienced the bitter side of life. They’ve never experienced to be poor. They’re self-centered and have everything they want, which is evident with their imported Lacostes, pricey iPhones and multiple Nikes. They all have somebody to clean their rooms, to wash their dishes, and even to fix their beds in the morning.

As a result, Cervini is as dirty as a dump site. Plastics here, Styrofoam there. McDonald’s on one bed, KFC on another.  Not only that. “Battle ships” are always floating in toilet bowls every now and then. Do these people use their yaya(s) even just to flush their wastes? A huge number of people here also don’t know when to zip their mouths and be quiet. One great example is my roommate (who goes by an annoying name that starts with E) who is terribly noisy all the time. He’s selfish, doing whatever he wants even if I, or my other roommates, am studying, sleeping or simply wants silence. He plays DotA (a popular computer game) nonstop with his speakers and mouth in full blast. He has a dirty mouth. Yes, dirty – bad words come and go every five seconds.

One day, I got really pissed with E and plotted a way of pissing and annoying him back. I started to get food from him sometime during the middle of first semester. It lasted for weeks until one of my roommates, who I once caught also getting food from E, reported me to him. I can’t blame myself. You might have done something graver.

That doesn‘t apply to E alone. Almost everyone in this God-forsaken dorm is like that. They just enter our room without knocking and bang the door in full force. They play the guitar at 2 am while I’m sleeping. They shout, they run, they do everything they want at any time without even thinking of others. That’s why I sometimes regret my decision in going to Ateneo even if this university is the dream school of my life. I sometimes tell myself “What if I entered UP instead? At least people there aren’t that ‘rich.’ At least people there are of the same status in life as me.

I miss my old school, my high school and grade school. People there aren’t rich but have concern for each other. People are noisy and fun, but they know when to make noise and not. Not everyone is smart, not everybody can pay tuition but everyone helps each other; is sensitive to the needs of others; is simple; and knows how to flush the toilet.

There are hardly any perceptive people in Cervini. Most of them I can count with one hand. I guess I’m still lucky to have one of them as my roommate despite the series of very unlucky and uncomfortable events that have haunted me for the nine months of stay in the dormitory. Marvin, though not as neat with his things as anyone would want him to be, is the quiet type and the most respectful I could think of in the dorm. I sometimes see myself in him when he just walks out of our room whenever dormers flock in and laugh and shout boisterously instead of arguing with and shouting at them back. He knows when to be funny and when to be serious unlike others who only know “fun.” He even offers me help in some subjects – which is way different from the inconsiderate vast majority of dormers.

Why am I saying all this?

Well, I needed to pay dorm reservation for next school year’s first semester last March 7 due to the scarcity of a place to stay in Katipunan. Yes, I’ll be staying here again for who-knows-how-long. I’ll be in hell again. I tried to plead to my mom and ask if we could look for places once more. But I have really nowhere else to stay. The condominium they’ve been paying for some years now isn’t done yet. What can I do? Nothing. It’s sad to think that my life next school year would be sad again. I could only pray and wish to God that a miracle would happen.

Sometimes, I just wished I never got accepted in this dorm during my freshman application. Sometimes I wish they just kick me out. Sometimes I just want to go to a hotel and stay there. Most of the time, I want to go home.

Yet, Cervini may have been really meant for me. After all, it is just less than hundred steps before my first class. After all, it offers the luxury of waking up at 6:55 in the morning and still not be late for a 7:30 am Chemistry session. Maybe, I’m just too sensitive. Maybe, I’m just used to the tranquility of Bulacan. Or maybe not, too.

I never want to stay in this dorm again but if my parents think it would be for my own good and safety, even if it’s against my will, then I guess I just have to accept and live life. I don’t want to do my projects and assignments in this dorm again but if it is God’s will, even if it’s against my longing for home, then I guess I just have to follow.

Life isn’t easy after all.

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~ This article has been inspired by one of my posts in Daily Scribbles of the same title. You may have observed a switch in topics from the draft and the final paper.

~ On March 13, I and my parents found a place in Katipunan for me to stay at. Well, I won’t be staying in the dorm anymore. No more hell. God is really great.

Me and Ellice

Ellice

Sining ng Pakikipagtalastasan sa Filipino II | Sanaysay
Ateneo De Manila University
2nd Semester, S.Y. 2010-2011
My deepest thanks to Ms. Glenda Oris for giving us this assignment.

Hindi maikakailang siya ang nagsisilbing bahaghari na nagbibigay-kulay sa bawat araw ng huling halos dalawang taon ng buhay ko. Ang dating kinaiinisan kong prefect of discipline, na binansagan ko pang “bamboo stick” at “megaphone”, noong unang taon sa sekondarya ang ngayo’y tila malambot na unan na paulit-ulit kong nais yakapin at awit na araw-araw kong  gustong marinig. Hindi man ang pinakamagandang nobyang ninais ko, si Ellice ang natatanging babaeng nagpangiti sa akin at nagbigay ng pananabik sa dati kong nakababagot na buhay.

Hindi katulad ng karamihan sa mga babaeng lumaki sa Maynila, si Ellice ay simple lamang at tila di dinapuan ng kaunting arte at pagkasosyal sa katawan. Isang simpleng bestida o di kaya’y payak na blusa at pantalon lang ay siguradong babagay na sa payat niyang katawan, na ngayo’y unti-unti nang nagkakakorte, at mahahaba at perpektong mga binti. Hindi na niya kailangan pang magsuot ng “short shorts” upang mapansin ang magaganda niyang binti. Hindi rin siya kailanman nagmemake-up upang mapansin ang hugis-mansanas niyang mukha na may matangos na ilong, mga matang hawig kay Empress Schuck, at nakaaakit na labi na may ngiting parang kay Anne Curtis. Walang imported na pabango ang hihigit sa amoy niyang sobrang nakahahalina.

Taliwas sa kasimplehan niya, si Ellice ay tila mayroong built-in megaphone sa kanyang lalamunan. Maririnig mo ang kanyang normal na boses kahit sampung dipa ang layo mo sa kanya. Ang kanyang sigaw, aabot yata sa Kostka Hall kung manggagaling sa Gonzaga. Nakatutuwa mang isipin, ngunit ang maingay na boses na ito ay ang boses na hinahanap-hanap ko tuwing ako’y nalulumbay at naiinip. Ang boses na ito ang boses na nag-udyok sa akin upang ipahayag ang tunay kong nararamdaman sa ano mang bagay o sino mang tao.

Si Ellice, simple, mabango, ngunit maingay. Siguro, wala talagang nilikhang perpekto ang Diyos. Tanging mga tao lang na may kakayahang buuin ang araw ng isang tao sa isang ngiti lamang.

The hell within

7 March 2011 | Day 004

11-something-am

I actually started writing this post at 9:53 am since my fingers really wanted to work their way on the keyboard. Also, I arrived back at the dorm at around 8:30 and finished fixing my things and settling stuff at 9:30. I was bored so I just started writing…well, typing in this case.

I know that my entry here in Ateneo is hard-earned not only by me but also most especially by my parents. So do my entry in the dorm. The tuition and dorm fees are expensive, very expensive and my parents need to work very hard to pay for it. My dad is a government agent who earns just enough without any extra for luxury. My mom used to work at an insurance company but is now stocked at home. I know…I know that studying here very well live to their saying “igagapang lang namin ang pag-aaral mo.”

Ever since I arrived in Cervini (the name of my dorm here in Ateneo), I expected things won’t turn out good. I knew I won’t live normally as I used to do at home or even just live “okay” like during out campus seminars and trainings in high school. I was right, eventually. Or I was wrong. I expected less.

My life in Cervini is hell-er. My life in Cervini sucks. Most people here are insensitive and air-heads and very few are disciplined. I know for a fact that I’m surrounded by rich kids who each have five personal maids at home. I also know that they’re educated people. They can’t enter Ateneo if they were not academically excellent after all. But these “educated” and rich people have never experienced the bitter side of life. They’ve never experienced to be poor. They’re spoiled and have everything they want. They all have somebody to clean their rooms, to wash their dishes, and even to fix their beds in the morning.

As a result, Cervini is as dirty as a dump site. Plastics here, Styrofoam there. McDonald’s on bed, KFC on another bed. Not only that. “Battle ships” are always floating in toilet bowls every now and then. Do these people use their yaya(s) even just to flush their wastes? People here also don’t know when to zip their mouths and be quiet. One great example is my roommate (who goes by an annoying name that starts with E) who is terribly noisy all the time. He’s selfish, doing whatever he wants even if I, or my other roommates, are studying, sleeping or simply wants silence. He plays DotA (a popular computer game) nonstop with his speakers and mouth in full blast. He has a dirty mouth. Yes dirty – bad words come and go every five seconds.

One day, I got really pissed with E and plotted a way of pissing and annoying him back. I started to get food from him sometime during the middle of first semester. It lasted for weeks until one of my roommates reported me to him. I can’t blame myself. You might have done something graver.

That doesn‘t apply to E alone. Almost everyone in this God-forsaken dorm is like that. They just enter our room without knocking and banging the door in full force. They play the guitar at 2 am while I’m sleeping. They shout, they run, they do everything they want at any time without even thinking of others. That’s why I sometimes regret my decision in going to Ateneo even if this university is the dream school of my life. I sometimes tell myself “What if I entered UP instead? At least people there aren’t that ‘rich.” At least people there are of the same status in life as me.

I miss my old school, my high school and grade school. People there aren’t rich but have concern for each other. People are noisy and fun, but they know when to make noise and not. Not everyone is smart, not everybody can pay tuition but everyone helps each other; is sensitive to the needs of others; is simple; and knows how to flush the toilet.

Why am I saying all this?

Well, I needed to pay dorm reservation (for next school year’s first semester) this morning. Yes, I’ll be staying here again for who-knows-how-long?! I’ll be in hell again. I tried to plead to my mom, but I have nowhere to stay. The condominium they’ve been paying for some years now isn’t done yet. What can I do? Nothing. It’s sad to think that my life next school year would be sad again. I could only pray and wish to God that a miracle would happen.

Sometimes, I just wished I never got accepted in this dorm during my freshman application. Sometimes I wish they just kick me out. Sometimes I just want to go to a hotel and stay there. Most of the time, I want to go home.

I never want to stay in this dorm again but if my parents think it would be for my own good and safety, even if it’s against my will, then I guess I just have to accept and live life. I don’t want to do my home works in this dorm again but if it is God’s will, even if it’s against my longing for home, then I guess I just have to follow. Life isn’t easy after all.

-Erson (12:27 pm)

Sulat Ni Nanay at Tatay

The story/letter I’m about to share with you has always touched my heart. It never failed to make me ponder on my actions toward my parents. I first heard this letter in a homily by Fr. Ariel Robles, former parish priest of St. Augustine Parish Church in Baliuag, Bulacan. I really wanted to cry that time. I was just pretending not to because I was just around 12 years old and I don’t want people to be looking at me.

From then on, I’ve always heard and read this letter in masses, seminars, books and even in class. The last time I heard this was during my fourth year Filipino class. Well, my teacher asked me to read it aloud in class. I must admit, I was just really controlling my tears to not fall.

Without further ado, here is the letter.


Sulat ni Nanay at Tatay

Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan. Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng binge, paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo  noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? Kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo ‘yong sasabihin,  maghapon kang mangungulit hangga’t hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako’y masungit,  Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin ako.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko. Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako’y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan, pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay. At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana …dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama’t ina…

Let us love our parents guys. They gave us our lives.