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Enough, enough bowing down to disillusion
Hats off and applause to rogues and evolution
The ripple effect is too good not to mention
If you're not affected, you're not paying attention
It's too good, too good, not to have an effect
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 Thursday, October 23, 2008

This is one of my rare personal posts. I just had the need to blurt things out.

I feel very wasted recently. Because I am insane, I started connecting my everyday mishaps to the misery of Arthur Dimmesdale. I feel like I am deteriorating physically, which, Roger Chillingworth said, is caused by a sickness or a burden "inside". Perhaps, I am already mentally ill. And yes, I want to become yet again a masochist, but I lack resources. :(

I am incessantly hating myself for being so irresponsible. I have missed a lot of opportunities [e.g. application deadlines for universities] due to it.

I wish I was not easily intimidated. I had lots of ideas which I think would be helpful, but I wish was I was courageous enough to stand up for what I think. I already had this perception that they would not consider any of my suggestions, and that perception evidently prevented me from saying a thing. [I wish you, reader, would have an idea of what I am talking about here.]

No matter how hard I try to maintain a positive outlook in life, I am always defeated by pressure, stress, and never-ending schoolwork.

8:41 PM
YURCKIE.


 Friday, September 12, 2008

This is actually my entry on an Essay-writing competition. This was done in 30 minutes, sorry. : :))


As as student with economic and accesibility concerns, are you in favor of open-information sharing [in the net]?


The birth of the Internet was a major technological advancement of what was then a world of convoluted research work for students. And theoretically speaking, students in my generation are virtually spoon-fed by numerous search engines and help sites. Therefore, in this regard, I must advocate that I am not supportive of open-information sharing for educational means.

The World Wide Web consists of a collection of linked documents and is intended to be a vast network of shared files. And although protocols and policies are implemented, Internet security and privacy cannot be dependable. Intellectual property rights, being the legal field that reserves the rights of creators (including copyrights, trademarks, patents and related rights), are evidently violated if sites and works of authors are not paid with appropriate credit. The lack of precautions and laws implemented for violators of exclusive rights online encourages more culprits.

The distinction between privately and publicly owned information becomes indistinct due to the outwardly “public” nature of the Internet. Posts in user blogs and information in Encyclopedia-themed sites are instantly made for the view of the public as soon as it is published by authors. Electronic sources are reproducible effortlessly and are not perceived as “intellectual property” in the same way that their material counterparts are.

Open-information sharing in the Web prompts easier plagiarism. The risk of detection of plagiarism becomes very minimal, as students and PC users can alter their downloaded article to some extent. Also, reference books are more difficult to bootleg as writers provide superior elucidation of subjects, unlike in the web, where Web pages are authored by students as well. Book reports and movie reviews can now be downloaded from various sources (e.g. http://www.imdb.com/, http://www.allreaders.com/, http://www.bookreview.com/) which saves students the time and effort of personally creating one.

I strongly consider that the immense data made available online causes idleness of the youth’s mind. Our local and national libraries are incessantly becoming futile, too (and soon obsolete, I’m afraid). Because the Net enables users to copy, paste, and even view sources with just a number of effortless clicks, many, especially students prefer to use the Internet as their medium of research. As part of my generation, I shall encourage my peers to utilize hard copies of researches and to go to the library, nevertheless. After all, great mathematicians, scientists, and philosophers authored books, not Websites.



Sources:

Woods, S. (2000). HTML Concepts and Techniques. Course Technology Press.

http:// www.wipo.int/about-ip/en/

http://en.wikipedia.org/

10:15 PM
YURCKIE.


 Sunday, August 24, 2008

Pambungad: Pananatilihin kong Tagalog ang post na ito sa abot ng aking makakaya. Ngunit tila simula pa lang, ako ay nabigo na.


Tuwing buwan ng Agosto, ay bumabalik sa akin ang mga alaala ng pagdiriwang ng Buwan ng Wika sa tradisyunal na paraan; sapagkat, sa aking dating paaralan ay napaka-tradisyunal at makabuluhan ang pagdadaos ng selebrasyong ito. Nagkakaroon ng mga Balagtasan (isang mala-debateng panatiko) kung saan ako ay nabigyan ng pagkakataon na lumahok sa dalawang pagkakataon; Etnikong Pagsayaw (Traditional Folk Dances) tulad ng Cariñosa, Tinikling, Subli, Binasuan at Sayaw sa Bangko (ako ay napabilang sa pagsayaw ng dalawang huling binanggit*); at Pagtatanghal ng Iba pang Maka-Pilipinong tradisyon. Nagkakaroon rin ng pagsasalu-salo sa bawat klase kung saan ang bawat bata ay inaasahang magdala ng "Pilipinong Pag-kain" **. Pagkatapos ng salu-salo ay magkakaroon ng ilang patimpalak.


Masaya ang pagdaraos ng Buwan ng Wika sa dati kong paaralan. Ramdam ng bawat kalahok at mag-aaral ang halaga ng pagdiriwang. Kaya ngayon sa aking bagong paaralan, ay tila ba aking hinahanap-hanap ang saya at makabayang diwa ng selebrasyong aking kinamulatan.


* Ang pagsayaw naming ng Binasuan ay nagbigay sa amin ng oportunidad na magsayaw sa buong pamayanan ng Cainta sa sabay sa pagdiriwang namin ng piyesta.

** Sa mga pagkakataong ito ay mamamalas ang kakuriputan ng aking ina. Sinisugarado niya na ang dadalhin ko lamang sa salu-salo ay inumin o kanin.


Ipagpapatuloy...

10:46 PM
YURCKIE.


 Tuesday, August 19, 2008

1.) I subconsciously turned my blog into a portfolio.
2.) I posted some dumb articles.
3.) I deleted an article because I made my blog public.
4.) I took the UPCAT and got sick at the Reading Comprehension part.
5.) I miss certain gay people. :(
6.) Some online friend and I ended up fighting because of my sarcasm.
7.) Ateneo De Manila University made me cry.
8.) I am [deleted for own protection]
9.) I missed watching PATD.
10.) I am addicted to Facebook's Tomato Bounce.
11.) I did something to my hair.
12.) Rolando Torralba gave me $100! :D
13.) I went to Makati.
14.) We watched Noli and Fili at PETA.
15.) I saw Bembol Roco and that Epol Apol guy
16.) Jun Lozada, the father of Cathlyn, went to our school and forced us to join his noise barrage.
17.) Speech Club is <3.
18.) Number 17 is not an update.

11:16 PM
YURCKIE.


 



A contented mind is a perpetual feast. Through life, I have battled uncertainties within my exasperated (versus euphoric) psyche in my pursuit of contentment. Yet, it is still as if my long chase of a perpetual feast will perceptibly be perpetual.

I have always strove to be the best, to be an atypical, to be a legend, in a way or so. My being too idealistic is not a mishap; it is more of, say, a sincerely nurturing disaster. I persisted on being sanguine during the times I, or my family, had been subjected to predicaments. And theoretically speaking, I stood unwearied despite all that I have encountered because of my endeavors of achieving triumph. Now, my call was to substantiate or negate my theory.

I have existed for nearly a decade-and-a-half with the sole intention of pleasing myself and my parents through recognitions. In fact, I, having been equipped with pugnacity, managed to graduate as Valedictorian in elementary, and have coped to incessantly excel in academics today. But in the peak of my success, I found my roguish ego still dissatisfied. I thought that by achieving my aspirations as an idealist, I would be able to feel complete and pleased. I had the sudden need to be pragmatic, to finally think “inside” the box, to discern the cause of my discontentment. The next step was acceptance: I was unhappy, despite my feat, and I could leave it that way (I am on triumph, which I wanted from the beginning, anyway), but I had an immense thirst that I must quench.

Compelling me onto being a realist meant a tremendous revision from what has been my way of living. For the first moments, I did not ponder about being the unsurpassed, but instead, I thought about finally having the chance to meet my inner and outer self. I discovered that I am, in fact, liked by people, even if I still feel on the verge and great tension of being socially inept. I grew fond of this opposite realm, but I am not at ease yet, leading me to the search for some internal peace. From an insight, one day after our religion class, I began the search. I am not at all devout, but the message seemed to be relatable to my keening mind -Everyone is called to a mission. I was at some pace of hope; nevertheless, tracing my buoyant nature, I became fervent to accomplish what my purpose in life is.

Life is basically where pragmatism and idealism are on a balanced set of scales. As I approach a stage where I have to conquer yet another dispute, I keep in mind that I shall remain sensible in chorus. I have disproved my theory by appreciating reality that lead me to starting a mission, that I believe would soon then complete my succeeding ego.

Contentment is a fixation that I had the longing for, all my life. But in my pursuit of contentment, I have learned that victory does not exhibit satisfaction. I apprehended that as a triumphant man feels joyous towards his success, he soon yearns for an emotional and a spiritual prominence for him to finally feel contented.

“My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: My crown is called content: A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.” William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

MJ Supernova says, "ADMU ESSAY = S.H.I.T"


11:11 PM
YURCKIE.


 

Article found while searching for some dumb .htm files.

Indulge.
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The Philippines is undergoing a plague, a horrid crisis that cries for help among us. Our social status is gradually being degraded as our numerous corrupt officials are being infamously celebrated. And as we become aware of our country’s cry for immediate action for its degrading condition, we are to ask ourselves –What can we do to help?

According to recently held surveys, the Philippines had been one of the top 5 most corrupt countries in the world. And the continuously being famous issue of the ZTE Broadband Deal scandal adds up to our country’s political issues. All of these corruption acclaims are threatening our nation into a downfall that is yet to happen vaguely soon. Our leaders had become these monstrous, covetous entities, but we can do something to stop them, more distinctively, to help them stop their greed.

Several movements and delegations were conducted and are incessantly being held for us, ordinary citizens to become aware of our status. Examples of these are rallies, constantly in Mendiola or in Malacañang, each with a certain pursuit. Rallies are joined by people with a certain belief/problem with the hope that their predicament will be heard by higher officials. These movements are of strong bond, and if they unite and prosper strong enough, the rallies are left in triumph. These victorious assemblies are of unity. They are left conquered because of such a strong bonding, and if we bequeath the key virtue of these groups, we can help our nation’s political calamity.

We should come together a gathering of faith, as implementation. Though this is the least we can do, as long as there is unity, we can help establish a better nation. Encouraging our peers to pray for our county and conducting interfaith engagements are just samples of what we can do as youth.


MJ Supernova says, "I forgot why I made this, but I slightly remember that I did this for an AP project. I sound so concerned. Maybe I am. Words deceive. :))"

[See some flaws? IM me! This article's unedited.]

11:03 PM
YURCKIE.


 

I co-owned a column on The Bridgetine (school paper) last year. I am simply to criticize, while my co-columnist apprehends. (See why Bipolar?)

This is the unedited version of my article:

POLE OF CYNICISM
By: Marielle Justine Ching

I have no high expectations whatsoever when I first walked into the movie house. This fifth issue is the one I least like, and that I concluded that the movie won’t surpass the very respectable previous ones. The first two movies, I thought, were the best of the series mainly due to Richard Harris' dead-on portrayal of Dumbledore and screenplays that closely followed the original books. Though the third and fourth movies were very artistic and theatrical, I couldn't really connect to them in the way I had with the books. They glossed over many of the little things that made the Harry Potter series so magical in the first place, focusing on a select few plot lines and limiting dialog to only what was necessary to further the story.

The movie felt more like a perplex mosaic, a semi-complicated puzzle through which the scenes are subdued and tossed at the viewers faster, finishing in a confrontational finale. Pacing has certainly been an issue, leaving fans feeling incoherent, and those new to the series confused as to what exactly is going on. In this respect, Order of the Phoenix was very similar to the previous two movies. As a Hollywood film, it deserves praise, bringing this amazing world to the big screen, telling a compelling tale, and keeping the viewers glued to their seats for the duration of the movie. However, to the die hard fans of the books, you will undoubtedly be disappointed (though, to confess, I am not of the “die-hard” ones)

Many scenes that one would think invaluable to the story have been cut, replaced by the hasty filling in of plot holes. And while it pains me to ignore some of my favorite scenes from the book being left on the cutting room floor (St. Mungo's, Harry's Quibbler interview, the Quidditch fight, etc.), I realize that yes, not everything could be included in the movie. But in this watered down version of the book, there seems to be something missing. We still have all the drama and excitement, but some of the magic just seems to be gone.

NOTE: Since this column imply the bipolarity of things, it is mandatory to have 2 connotative sides, the positive as well as the negative. I was evidently assigned to construct this negative opinionated article and I neither have violent reactions nor any objections with the movie. (please don’t hate me. :P)



MJ Supernova says, "I hate the last part. It is so perfunctory and boobish."

10:50 PM
YURCKIE.




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I am MJ, a seemingly innocent mortal with dreams of having a cyborg brain. My hobbies include: downloading illegally, eating spanish sardines, pinching flabby arms of other people, and comparing certain persons to weird animals. I also love dropping things from the top floor of a mall. If I be to profound, please contact my mom.

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