I grabbed the remote control, sat on the couch, and turned the TV on. I channel-surfed and checked if there was anything good to watch.

Then, I paused.

When was the last time I have actually done this?

For a second, it amazed me for that very minute signaled my summer's start. It isn't that I do not watch TV. I do--hello, Tayong Dalawa? But that show is like programmed in my system. I don't actually feel that I'm watching whenever my eyes stare hungrily at the tube for that show. But other than that, there's none.

There was this time though. Kevin was here and I had to entertain. I gave him the control and we both stared at the screen as he surfed. We ended up watching TMZ. But that was bull. If he wasn't there, I would probably be finishing final requirements in school.

So clearly, it wasn't me.

This can probably be blamed on the fact that I am not a TV-fan. I'm more like a DVD-fan or downloaded videos-fan. Must be why I sometimes find myself stupid that we have cable, but all I watch is Tayong Dalawa and some foreign channels whenever I'm bored (5% of the time? Once in two months?).

So now, I'm excited--totally excited.

For all the activities waiting for me, my heart leaps for joy.

I cannot wait any longer.

A toast...

...for the work

...for the sweet summer

...and for less of 2am-sleeping-for-school-reqs months

1. I get in BLAH in ojt. :)
2. I win the OrComSoc presidency.
3. I pass statistics.

for now that's the list.

And the only way to get that is to get out of the cyberworld and start sniffing the stat's coursenotes.

Btw, I need an electrocution--an electrifying----------an electric bed.

I should not sleep for the nth time. :(((

I cannot fail. :(

I shouldn't even have to talk about this. It's a no-brainer, why voting for Alvina, Noemi, and Angel is a vote for OrComSoc.

As a friend, I can attest to their genuine desire to serve. God knows how many conversations we've spent discussing plans for OrComSoc--precisely why, when I discovered that they would run, I knew the tide is about to change for the better.

As a frequent groupmate, I have witnessed how committed they are to delivering only the best. We've almost always been groupmates, and I can only brim with pride after all the works we've done together, from the very first step. Whenever we are in a single group, mediocrity is never an option. I am confident this principle will hold true in OrComSoc.


As an OrCom student, I need exactly what they offer--and will surely give. Projects, activities that are necessary, yet often overlooked. Innovative ones, which only a few people can promise, or even think of. Most of all, projects and activities that will happen.
 

Alvina, running for Vice President for Internal Affairs, is more than qualified for the job. We all know how many activities she has spearheaded, including MINT, a debate tournament of 11 universities and colleges with more than 200 participants. But really, what makes her qualified for the job is her capability to figure out what's wrong and provide for that need; she's that surveillance camera who never stays in place and makes sure that everything--and I mean, everything--is well taken care of.

That's the kind of VP for Internal Affairs we need: one that is able to assess and address the needs of the most important stakeholder of OrComSoc: us. A VP for Internal Affairs that is not just good in the academe, but in making. things. happen.



Noemi, running for Vice President for External Affairs, has always impressed me. She is able to snag interviews from some of the biggest companies through various [hidden] tactics. Why the position perfectly suits her is no big secret: she just knows how to do it.

Noemi redefines the position with her revolutionary idea of what a VP for External Affairs ought to be: one that is not just limited to finding sponsors--which she can easily do thankyouverymuch--but also capable of communicating outside information to members of the OrComSoc, among many others tasks.

She's not, after all, called an efficiency expert by just about everyone for nothing.



Angel, running for President, has undoubtedly proven her loyalty to OrComSoc. But you know what? It's not about loyalty. It's never about the number of meetings you've attended, or the tickets you've sold. It's not even about attending all the events of the organization. If this were the basis for Angel's qualification, then she's just as good as any other member.

But she's not. I have seen her planned this, down to the nitty gritty. I've seen her hear people's 2-cents' worth of advice for the sake of the org's improvement. I've seen her do it. Most of all, I've seen her work it. I don't need to go to the long details of Angel's complex climb to the presidency; I just need to say this: Angel should be the president.

 

Taken from his blog: http://arvinkristopher.multiply.com/journal/item/171/A_Vote_for_OrComSoc_A_Vote_for_Alvina_Noemi_Angel

And like I said before, I'm in no partylist. :P
But this testimonial is a gift I'm certainly surprised to get.

What a VERY insensitive post for a March 6!!!

I can't believe I did that.

Allow me to compose myself.

Obviously, there are more important things (or events) other than my super kilig post yesterday. I can't believe I even devoted 10 minutes of my precious time for that.

And because my life, too, revolves in music...

Francis Magalona, may your soul rest in peace.
And may your family be blessed more as they face your death.

I feel so weird whenever I hear Kaleidoscope. :/

Oh well. I just felt the need to devote an entry for him.

He's such a superfamily person--and supremusician--I can not not like.

God bless Magalona. :)

Have you ever had this feeling?

The moment you looked at it, your heart started to beat faster. You looked at the others to see if they were experiencing the same. Some looked exactly like you; some didn't care; some pretended to feel okay; some we're as crazy TO BE OKAY. You fed yourself with all the words that can pull your esteem up: YOU ARE A BRIGHT PERSON. You breathed hard and closed your eyes.

Then you opened your eyes again.

Then you saw it again. DAMMIT!

You blinked once. Maybe, this isn't real? You blinked twice.

Slowly, you reached your pen and started scribbling whatever you can--just so you won't look stupid. Then you heard that sweetandbitter sound of fate: The End of Time. :/

Then as if things aren't at its worst, the people around you started reciting in chorus the result that they got. Then you felt a twitch of annoyance.

HOW THE HELL?

That... is how my life's like in Statistics.

Oh statisticians... I'll pay so much for you to do the math areas of my research in the future (or in the neaaarrrrawr future).

I need a brain-switching partner who rocks in Math. Wait, Math is okay. Statistics isn't.