Friday, December 11, 2009

The Actidamean Folio aka Encyclopedia Intergalactica

Note: This is only applicable to students currently enrolled at Notre Dame University, Cotabato City, Philippines, Earth.

TRANSMISSION...

So, you wish to submit something for the Actidamean Folio?
We are currently looking for ORIGINAL artwork, stories, and poetry. If you want to submit a drawing traced from a magazine, or a story copied from the Internet, please proceed to the recycling bin.

The main theme is Science Fiction,but this only applies to the stories and artwork. You can write about ANYTHING when it comes to poetry.

You must be thinking right now "But writing and drawing science fiction stuff is hard!" That's where you are wrong.
It's actually quite easy.
Wanna write a story about forbidden love? Make the main characters a human and an alien.
Wanna draw your pet dog/cat? Turn it into a robot!
Wanna draw your classmates? Make them wear robotic space suits.
Wanna write a story about NDU? Make the setting futuristic.
IT'S THAT SIMPLE!*

*unless, of course, you don't know how to write a story or draw, then, a little practice is needed.

If you need some inspiration and ideas, here are some links and recommended stuff:

The Star Wars film series
Star Trek
Ultraman
Code GEASS
War of the Worlds
Planet of the Apes
Kokey (yes, it's science fiction)
RF MMORPG
Superman Comics(it's about aliens)
X-Men(it's about genetic mutation)
Books by Ray Bradbury,Larry Niven and Issac Asimov (they can be found at the recreational reading and english literature sections of the library)
The Wikipedia page on Science Fiction

http://speculativevision.com/gallery/
END TRANSMISSION

I almost forgot...

We are also accepting short comics. The number of pages is yet to be discussed, so keep posted for updates.

To submit your articles,or any other questions, just look for Mr. Case. You know who he is.

P.S.

If you can't find Mr. Case, or you don't know who he is, or too shy to approach, don't worry. He won't bite.

Or, just leave a comment at the comments page.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Martial Law in the Philippines

After the recent Maguindanao Massacre, the Philippine Government declared Martial Law on the area, seizing the political power of the Ampatuans, and replacing it with Military Governance.

This is not the first time Martial Law was declared in the Philippines, although this time, it is confined to one province. The question is: Is it really necessary?

History

President Jose P. Laurel of the wartime Second Republic (puppet-government under Japan) placed the Philippines under martial law in 1944 through Proclamation No. 29, dated September 21. Martial law came into effect on September 22, 1944 at 9am. Proclamation No. 30 was issued the next day, declaring the existence of a state of war between the Philippines and the United States and the United Kingdom. This took effect on September 23, 1944 at 10:00 am.

The country was under martial law again from 1972 to 1981 under the authoritarian rule of Ferdinand Marcos. Proclamation No. 1081 (Proclaiming a State of Martial Law in the Philippines) was signed on September 21, 1972 and came into force on September 22 - exactly 28 years after similar proclamations by President Jose P. Laurel. Martial law was declared to suppress increasing civil strife and the threat of communist takeover following a series of bombings and a government-staged assassination attempt on then Defence Minister Juan Ponce Enrile in Manila. The declaration of martial law was initially well-received by some sectors, but it eventually proved unpopular as excesses and human rights abuses by the military emerged, such as the use of torture as a method of extracting information. The well-known People Power Revolution of 1986 took place because of the many violated rights and abuse of authority of Marcos. The People Power Revolution eventually ousted Marcos, and he fled to Hawaii where he died in exile in 1989.

There were rumours that incumbent President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo was planning to impose martial law to put an end to military coup plots, general civilian dissatisfaction, and criticism of the legitimacy of her presidency due to dubious election results. Instead, a "State of National Emergency" was imposed to crush a coup plot and to tackle protesters which lasted from February 24, 2006 until March 3 of the same year.

On December 4, 2009, through Proclamation No. 1959, President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo has officially placed Maguindanao province under a state of martial law. The declaration, also suspended the writ of habeas corpus in the province. The announcement was made days after hundreds of government troops were sent to the province, which would later raid armories of the powerful Ampatuan clan. The Ampatuan family was implicated in a gruesome massacre that saw the murder of 57 persons, including women members of the rival Mangudadatu clan, human rights lawyers, and 31 media workers, in the worst incident of political violence in the nation's history. It has also been condemned world-wide as the worst loss of life of media professionals in one day in the history of journalism.

Background

"President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo has officially placed Maguindanao province under a state of martial law, Executive Secretary Eduardo Ermita said Saturday.

"We are confident that this one is covered by the Constitution," said Ermita at a press briefing at the Palace.

The announcement was made days after hundreds of government troops were sent to the province, which would later raid armories of the powerful Ampatuan clan.

The Ampatuan family was implicated in a gruesome massacre two weeks ago that saw the murder of 57 persons, including women members of the rival Mangudadatu clan, human rights lawyers, and 31 media workers, in the worst incident of political violence in the nation's history. It has also been condemned world-wide as the worst loss of life of media professionals in one day in the history of journalism.

Reports received late Friday night said that the President had already issued an order imposing military rule in the province. However, when contacted by GMANews.TV, Press Secretary Cerge Remonde, denied the rumors. Presidential Adviser for Mindanao Affairs Jesus Dureza also said that he had no information.

Armed Forces Eastern Mindanao commander, Lt. Gen. Raymundo Ferrer, will function as military governor after the arrest of Maguindanao governor Andal Ampatuan Sr., the same report said.

However, the report failed to identify its sources. Ermita's announcement Saturday confirmed the first declaration of martial law in the Philippines since 1972 when then-president Ferdinand Marcos imposed martial law over the entire country." - GMANews.TV


Opinion

I believe the proclamation is necessary. Not only is the Ampatuan's abuse of power too much to bear for the region, but also for the country. Enough is enough! They have private armies, armaments and ammunition fit for at least 3 battalions, and guns, goons and gold enough for the whole family. It serves them right. Sure, they're the best of friends with the president, but you can't hide the fact that the president is a no good bitch, willing to do ANYTHING to stay in power, even if it involves befriending one of the most powerful clans in Mindanao.
They're turning the democratic government of the country into a monarchy, passing on their positions to their sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, wives, cousins, even distant relatives.
The Martial Law declared might scare them from attempting anything else drastic, but what stopped them from doing the massacre? NOTHING. The Martial Law can only control the current situation, and that's good enough for me.

Recommendation

I say the Martial Law be extended, until a different form of leadership, a
deserving leadership, replaces the abusive bastards that run the whole of the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao.
They should also make sure that the military themselves don't abuse their power. We'd had this before during the Marcos Regime, we might have it again during the Arroyo Regime.
They have been abusing their power long enough, they have been in power long enough, they have been with power long enough. The government, for the love of democracy, better do something about it. Seize their sources of power: guns, goons, gold, and political position. Replace them. In fact, remove the autonomy of ARMM. This has caused too much chaos to the Philippine Political scene. especially during elections.
Enough is Enough.

References

http://ph.news.yahoo.com/gma/20091204/tph-arroyo-declares-martial-law-in-magui-d6cd5cf.html
http://www.lawphil.net/executive/proc/proc_1081_1972.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_law
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=aEWDw076uNcQ&pos=9

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Why I Blog, and other stuff, such as the things i could have done if i didn't blog

I'm a blogger.
Exhibit A: you're reading this "web log post".
Exhibit B: there is no Exhibit B. It's here just for the sake of it.
Exhibit C: i have too many thoughts in my head that needs to be shared to other people on the internet, because the people in the real world will kill me. [citation needed]

I originally had no intention of writing a blog. I thought, "Nah. This might be another fad. I'll stick to my journal.", but I realized that since my journal is private, i'd have to print it so that other people may enjoy the bullshit i write, and printing costs cash money. Blogging became the obvious alternative.
My first four blogs were rather simple and juvenile (a trait still present in current posts), and posts were too far apart (again, common in current posts). I can't seem to think when i'm in front of a computer. Thus, mobile blogging became the logical choice. I run Opera Mini on my phone (endorsement. Nice). It allows me to visit any website i want, unless it runs on Flash, then i'm fucked. I can do so much while on the go. [i approve this message]
I think i went off topic.

WHAT IF I DIDN'T BLOG?
That question came into my mind a few minutes ago. So, here's a list of stuff i could have done to contribute to the internet community:

1. Webcomic- i can write stories. I can draw well (re: ugly, but good enough to convey my message). I have a passion for comics. Why not?

2. Photo blog- still a blog, but with less words and more pictures.

3. Meme machine- 4chan FTW!!!!1

4. Hentai Link Site-mmmmm, anime porn.
[i'm not that enthusiastic with the last 2 items.]

I guess i'll stick to blogs and twitter.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Silent but Deadly

I was sure the room was empty. I was too damn sure. "I know you're listening.", i muttered. I laughed. Alone. Then, i heard noises from the other side of the walls. Someone must've freaked out. I'm sure. They were listening.

I began to suspect that something freaky was going on. Something freaky is always going on.
I took a glass to listen to the walls. Nothing. The faucet began to whisper. Whisper words i could not comprehend. In fact, i could not even hear it. What was i doing, anyway? I sat down.

Strong winds began to scream. Horror at its finest. The flatulent winds began to burn my senses. Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Touch. All of them damaged by the winds. Gone.

i know it wasn't me who farted. I know it was you. YOU!

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 6

This is part of a series (obviously). To catch up, read the previous parts.

I have finally arrived at Mr. Kite's place. Lot's of parked cars. Odd.
I got inside without knocking. I've got a bad feeling. A feeling deep inside. A feeling i can't hide. Not a soul in sight. The lights were on, but no body was there. I said "Anybody home?!". No reply.Something is amiss here.
I was expecting an ambush. I reached for my gun. I need to be happy. Happiness is a warm gun, after all. Nothing happened.

*****


Almost an hour passed. I made myself comfortable on the recliner. Even helped my self to a Coke from the fridge. Where the fuck is everyone?
I decided to leave. Well, i had to finish my Coke first.
I turned off the lights before i left. Save energy and whatnot. As i stepped outside, all the cars were gone. The only one left was mine. How the hell did this happen? Why didn't i hear a thing? Fuck. Someone is messing with me.

My phone rang. It was Lady Madonna.

to be continued.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Where Are You Now?

I wake up and i know you are there, waiting for me, yearning for the touch of my hand, but not now, for i must go elsewhere. It pains me to leave, yet i must. It is my duty.

I return home, anxious to see you. I hurry. I must not waste a second. Where are you? I search everywhere. Each and every corner of the house, moved and turned over. Nothing.

Where are you now, my remote control? Where are you now? How can i enjoy my television without you? Since you've been gone, the television felt so far away. Each time i try to touch it's sacred surface, it moves farther and farther away from my fingertips. I need you, remote control. I need you.

[UPDATE]
I finally found the remote control. It was under the couch all this time. Took a whole rescue team (my little brother and i) to find it.
It's on a leash now. Tied to a post.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Book Banning Bullshit

Ladies and gentlemen, there's this act of idiocy done by fucktarded fucktards with nothing better to do. It is called "book banning".
The criteria for a book to be banned vary, such as violence and obscenity, anti-establishment ideas, or religious bullshit. For the love of gum, the Bible and most scripture fit in all of these categories!

What do these fucks really want, huh? Are they trying to save the world from the harsh realities of the world? Racism, sex, violence, drugs, liberal ideas: these things exist, and banning books that contain them won't make them go away, it'll just keep them suppressed. I'm telling you folks, a suppressed idea is like a fart. No matter how hard you hide it, it'll come out, usually smelling worse than before.

To the wonderful idiots that ban books, i have this to say: I hope you all die from a pile of banned books.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Non Fiction (For Now)

I have decided that i won't be writing any fiction for a while on my blog. I'm still finishing a script for some sequential art (read: comics), so, it might intervene with my creative process (read: hour upon hour of idiocy).
Don't worry though, Collide-o-scope Eyes will continue. It's nearing the end. Trust me.

That is all.

PS
I almost forgot, i also started using my deviantART account again. I'm ~hushmyst over there, if you were wondering. Don't expect much. I still haven't put a lot of artwork there.

Alright, that really IS it.

PSS
I almost forgot. Again.
I have created an account on Wordpress, so do watch out.
Note:
1. I won't be leaving this blog. This will still be my main blog.
2. The wordpress account would be for something else. Mainly graphics, photographs, and drawings.
3. I really need to go.

The Ghostwriter

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Cycle of Shit Continues

I am bored.
Nothing interestingly original ever happens. Nothing. It's always the same. The cycle continues to spin us all in a dizzy state of nausea and vertigo. Vomit flying everywhere, and shit stuck on pants. Coloured pants, I might add.
Speaking of coloured pants, they are annoying. They don't look good. They are ugly and a bane to the existance of pants everywhere. I'm not saying it's wrong to wear coloured pants, i'm just saying it annoys me. And everyone else with a sensible mind.
Everything these days get recycled. Trash gets recycled. Everything i see on film and television are recycled ideas, and they're still trash. Movies and TV shows have formulatic plots that are too old, too cliche, and too boring. It's the same story over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Brillante Mendoza's (he's brillant!) movies win awards, his last film won Best Director at the 62nd Cannes Film Festival, but his films are not even allowed to screen here in the Philippines. BULLSHIT. The Metro Manila Film Festival bases it's winners on the number of tickets sold, not on the quality of the film. ANOTHER HOT PIECE OF BULLSHIT! Good gum, what is wrong with our beloved country? Television shows run longer than the story. A show should have ended ages ago, but greedy executives decide to continue the show just to get more money. The show gets crappier and crappier, but they continue to milk the cash cow anyway. Why? BECAUSE OF THE DAMN MONEY! That's why.
The news. When the government fucks up, it's the talk of the town. The government wants to change the constitution, you get rallies everywhere. The president spends too much on dinner, everyone and their grandmother protests. But is anything done to resolve this? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Why? BECAUSE NOBODY LISTENS! THE DAMNED ARSEHOLES WITH POWER DON'T GIVE A FLAMING SHIT! And that flaming shit might help warm up some homes.
The cycle continues to spin. And we're getting dizzier by the minute.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Wonderful World of Public Toilets

The glory that is the public toilet. A world where creatures great and microscopic thrive. Let me take you on a ride. A safari of this wonderful thing that shit call "home".

THE BASICS

ANATOMY
Most public toilets have the following parts:
*door (optional)
*toilet bowl (optional)
*water and tissue paper (optional)
*walls (optional)
*lavatory (again, optional)
Do note that i'm talking about public toilets that are meant to last long, not portable toilets you find in concerts and construction sites. They'll be discussed some other time.

GEOGRAPHICAL DISTRIBUTION
These toilets can be found virtually anywhere humans can be found. Schools and universities, malls, arenas, theaters, gasoline stations, etc. They seem to exhibit a symbiotic relationship, where the humans relieve themselves in them, while they feed from what the humans leave.

SEXES

MALE
This is the so-called Twilight Zone, children. This is where normal things don't happen very often. The male of the species gives off a strong scent, perhaps to defend itself from intruders, or perhaps to attract further victims. It's stained with urine and the toilet bowls are unflushed. It is marked by vandalism as camouflage. It has the distinct feature of the Urinal, for only male humans are able to use such devices. The Gasoline Station variety has the reputation of being filthly and horrible, and they live up to this reputation. Surely, this beast is prepared for anything.

FEMALE
Little is known about the female of the Public Toilet. It is said to be the meeting place of female homo sapiens to exchange information(read: gossip) and to add colour to their facial features. It smells better than the male toilet, but nonetheless, it is still subject to the same conditions as the males. It lacks the Urinal, for female humans do not have the adequate organs to urinate standing up.

[EDIT]:
As people from Facebook's Goth Group pointed out, females may lack the organs, but are still capable of urinating standing up.
I believe them now. They've got proof.
Here's the video:


USES AND FUNCTIONS

The Public Toilet is mainly used by humans for the expulsion of body wastes, whilst in the vicinity of a public area. It acts as a foster Toilet already found in the human home.
In rare cases, the Public Toilet is used as a changing room, or an area for sexual activities, or as a canvass of graffiti that the Toilet, in turn, uses as protection.

This journey will continue by request.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I Can't Think of a Title

I have decided to write normal blogs in between posts of Collide-o-scope Eyes. Don't worry though, consider it a break in the routine. Besides, writing fiction is hard business, so writing non-fiction gives me a breather.


Fiction mainly revolves around making shit up (obviously), and making "good" shit up is a hard thing to do if you're stressed. Or tired. Or uninspired. Or bored. Or disturbed (not crazy/disturbed, but pestered/disturbed). Or angry.
Non-fiction on the other hand, is a bit fairly easier to write. One reason: it's real, and you can't make reality stuff up (unless you work for reality shows). Just honesty, that's all. I have one problem though, my reality and fiction usually get mixed up. I'm not even sure if this is real.

That is all.

The Ghostwriter

Friday, September 25, 2009

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 5

This is a part of the Collide-o-scope Eyes series. Click here if to read part 1

Wednesday morning at 5 o'clock as the day begins. Woke up, fell out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head. Went downstairs and had a cup. Looking up, i noticed i was late. Late for what?
I forgot i was out of the case. I need to do something to let the time pass. I shot my wall. Why the fuck did i do that?
I was fixing a hole where the bullet went in to stop my mind from wandering. Boredom can make a man mad. The idle mind is the devil's playground, and all that jazzy shit. It doesn't really matter when i'm wrong, i know i'm right. That Lady Madonna was behind all this. Shit.
My mobile rang. Unknown number. Let me guess, the Walrus?
"Hello? Walrus? Is that you?"
"No. It's me, Mr. Kite."
"My mistake. What is it? For you to know, i'm out of the case, so don't bother me with anything related to it."
"Oh, it's nothing about that. I don't really care about the money. It can't buy me love. Lady Madonna proved to me that."
"Heh." That was all i could say.
"Cheeky bastard. Get over here, i've got something to show you."
"You're going nowhere, man. What are you talking about?"
"Something."
"I'll be on my way."
He hung up.

Okey, what the fuck was that all about? I'm sick and tired of riddles. I don't want to look through a glass onion again. FUCK. My mind was a mess.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat. Good thing i caught the bus. My car had a flat.
This is gonna be a long and winding road.

to be continued

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Music and Me

I like music. Who doesn't? Well, maybe that douchebag thinks that music is a waste of time, but that's beside the point.
When i was just in first grade, my first instrument was a tremelo harmonica. A Hero Harmonica with 32 holes(16 double reed). I lost interest, and playing was forgotten for a while.
In fourth grade, i still didn't know much about bands and rock and roll. My dad turned on the radio one sunday, and the DJ played A Hard Days Night. That's when i discovered the Beatles for the very first time. As i grew older, my love for music grew.
High School. I started to listen to The Cure. And Nirvana. And Metallica. And Oasis. Even listened to the occasional hip-hop track. Basically, i was into rock. I discovered Daft Punk, Bloc Party, Radioactive Sago Project, and Eraserheads. Basically, i liked stuff kids at my school would never listen to. I never did like pop. Pop will always be low-brow. I hated Aqua. I loathed the sound of Rap-metal. It was the bastard child of two great music genres. FUCK YOU LIMP BIZKIT. I AM DISGUSTED BY YOUR MUSIC.
College. My Beatles obsession took over me. Sported a moptop (an "Arthur", if you will), and made it grow long. When it was the right length, i backcombed it. I started to resemble Robert Smith. Music took over my fashion sense. Wore nothing but black, but i stayed away from make up. I already look naturally pale.
Now, i'm beginning to learn guitar and bass guitar, and bought myself a new harmonica (another tremelo. a diatonic is hard to find in my area). Might start a band soon, once i master my instruments.
Until then, i'll be creating poems and songs.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 4

this is part 4 of Collide-o-scope Eyes. To read the beginning, click here.

I woke up in a hospital bed. The pretty nurse was selling poppies from a tray. Why the fuck was she doing that anyway?
Aside from the nurse, no one else was there. The nurse went out of the room. I'm all alone now. I really need some Coca-cola right now.

Sgt. Pepper entered the room, with a basket of green apples in hand. The damn blue meanie, he knows i fucking hate green apples. Fuckwit.
"I read the news today."
"Oh boy." I knew he was joking. He NEVER reads the newspaper. He'd rather hear it from the barber on Penny Lane.
"So, how are Hal?"
"I'm in a damn hospital bed, damn it. Isn't it obvious? I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY DAMN BLOODY LIFE!" No, i wasn't using sarcasm in that remark. I really was enjoying myself in the hospital bed. Gotta get myself some relaxation. Might even start a revolution from here.
"Fuck you. Well, any developments on the Mr. Kite case?"
"Lady Madonna. That's what. Go after her. She confessed."
"On record?"
"N-no." SHIT!
"We've got nothing then. You're out of the case. Get well soon." He left the room. I couldn't say anything after that. Shit.

*****


After a week in the hospital, i went straight home. It's been a hard days night, and i've been working like a bitch. Shit shit shit shit shit.
I lay in bed again. I give up.

to be continued.

I'm Back. (i think)

Ladies and gentlemen, i apologize for my long absence from the blogosphere. This is due to a number of reasons too many to enumerate, such as lack of proper web access and being very busy.
Do not worry dear readers, i WILL and MUST continue Collide-o-scope Eyes, as soon as i further fix things. Excited, aren't ya?
Well, i believe that is all. Everything is said, and i now bid you all farewell for now.

The Ghostwriter

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 3

This is part 3. Follow the links to Part 1 and Part 2. Enjoy.

I woke up on a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies, tied up. No one was around, except for Lady Madonna. I saw her standing there by the riverbank. She's got a ticket to ride outta this place, never to be seen again.
"Why the fuck are you doing this, Lady?!" i scream. That reminds me, what flavour ice cream should i get today? Rocky road?
She took out a radio and started to play a song. It's a bit dark, and a tad out of key.
"What the hell is that?"
"It's only a northern song. It brings back memories of yesterday..." a tear drops from her eyes.
"Fred Kite used to be my lover." she uttered, almost crying. She wasn't crying though. Tears, yes. Crying, no. There's a difference between the two.
That still doesn't explain anything. So what if Fred Kite used to be her lover? Oh fuck. Is he the father of all her children? Good gum, that old fucker can really fertilize an egg.
"You needed compensation from him? That doesn't make sense. Where'd you get your money years ago? The money's just recently got stolen." Hell, nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing ever does.
"IT'S NOTHING TO GET HUNG ABOUT! Just fuck off and die." She shot the boat. Pretty good shot. There's a hole now. I started to twist and shout. Fuck. Reminds me of that damn song. She left the damn scene. The boat is sinking. I managed to wiggle my way out of the ropes. I put my hands up and shouted for help. Fuck, i can't swim with my boots on. I don't know how. Why did i have to wear boots today?
Everything went blurry.
Everything went blank.

*****


I woke up in what appears to be a garden. I was under the shade of a tree. I was soaked. My grey fedora ruined. I need a new one. I coughed out water.
"You alright young man?" I heard an old familiar voice say. It was Mr. Kite.
"Come together now. Take it easy." He knows it ain't easy. He helped me rest my back on the tree. I felt weak. I need to go home and make myself feel alright.
"I'm going home." I forced myself to stand, but my knees were too weak to support myself. I feel on the grass. Mr. Kite helped me get up.
I was dumbfounded. Must be the lack of oxygen. I needed some coca-cola.
"Can ya get me a bottle of Coke?" That was a bit shameless. He left my side and went to get me one. Nice man. I drank to the last drop. That was refreshing. Damn it, i sound like an endorser. Fuck.
"What the hell were you thinking, young man?" Hell, i wasn't thinking. I closed my eyes. Living is easy with eyes closed.
I dreamed.

to be continued

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Collide-o-scope Eyes part 2

This is part 2. If you want to read part 1, click here

Who could be calling me at this unholy hour? Hell, any hour is unholy.
I answered the call. Nothing.
I was about the hang up, then, a muffled voice came from the speaker.
"HEY HAL..."
"He... Hell... Hello." I stammered in reply. That was creepy.
"Who are you? How'd you know my name and number?"
"I AM THE WALRUS." And i'm the Eggman. Very funny.
"IT ISN'T IMPORTANT HOW I GOT YOUR NUMBER, BUT WHY. I CAN HELP YOU." He might be right. I needed all the help i could get. I needed somebody. Hell, anybody.
"Okey. Come on, spill the beans."
"SITTING IN AN ENGLISH GARDEN, WAITING FOR THE SUN."
He hung up. What the fuck was that?

*****


I went home. It was 3 in the morning, and the sun still hasn't come up. I need another Coke.
I recalled to myself what that fucker said, 'sitting in an english garden, waiting for the sun'. What does he mean by that? Realization dawns at me. Find a fucking english garden, fucktard. Only one person in this whole city owned one, and that person was Lady Madonna. Royalty, but very close to the masses. What does she have to do with this?

I ran all the way to her mansion. I had to break in at the backyard, surely i won't be invited to parties at her estate anytime soon. There she was, sitting in her english garden, surrounded by cellophane flowers of yellow and green, waiting for the sun.
" Lady Madonna, may i ask you a few questions?"
"What are you doing in here? GUARDS!" Oh fuck.
"Please, i mean no harm!" I showed her my badge, to show her i'm on her side. Guards came in, but she immediately sent them away. Damn blue meanies.
"So, what is it that you want, detective?" She said. The sun still hasn't risen.
"I want answers. With so many children, how do manage to make ends meet? Who makes the money? Who pays the rent?" She was living the big life, but she doesn't have a job, or a husband, or anything. Why the fuck is she fucking rich in the first place?
Wait, she's royalty. I fucking forgot that.
"I'll tell you. But not now. Here comes the sun, it's alright." She said.
I saw the sun rise. It was beautiful.
I went unconscious.

to be continued.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Collide-o-scope Eyes

Picture yourself on a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, to a guy drowning before your eyes.
That's what i saw.

I wore my grey fedora again, forgetting that odd things happen when i wear it. Subconsciously, i wanted something to happen.
I am a really bored fucker.
I was eating a sandwich by the park, alone. Kids were everywhere. Running around, like they were high. Turns out, they were not children. They were circus midgets, and very high for a person of their stature. My phone vibrated. I never use a ringtone. Too annoying, too battery-consuming, and too noisy for sneaking around.
It was my boss, Sarge Pepper. I still remember meeting him for the first time 20 years ago today. He taught me the stuff i know about the trade, but he was a fucking terrible teacher.
"Hey Hal." (were you expecting Hey Jude?)
"Hey. What do you want now? It's my lunch break."
"I've got a case for you. You know the Mr. Kite Benefit?"
I know that benefit. I donate at least a dollar to that every month. "Yeah. Why?" I took a sip of my Coke.
"Funding got stolen. Clean swipe."
I spit my drink in a spray. "WHAT?" I can't believe it. That money was supposed to be for the orphanage down Strawberry Fields.
"I'll e-mail you the details." Sarge said. I'm still in shock. I took a bite of my sandwich. I hung up.
E-mail received.

I went to Mr. Kite's house. It was a nice one. Across the street, i saw four damn hippie looking guys crossing the street, all in a line. And why is that one guy barefoot?
I rang the door bell. It was one of those old school door bells that had actual bells.
No answer.
I rang again.
Still no answer.
Then, i heard footsteps approaching the door.
"I'm coming! Damn it, can't a 64 year old man get some rest?" He was right. I came to his house at an inappropriate time. Why do i go to places at midnight?
He answered the door. He looked at me with his cataract eyes. This was Mr. Fred Kite himself. Not a dime of the charity he ran went to him, clearly.
"May i ask you a few questions, sir?"
"Yer asking one right now. What is it? Are ya sellin' girl scout cookies?"
"No, it's about your charity. The Mr. Kite Benefit."
"Oh, that. Yeah, that. Please, come in. Coffee or tea?"
" I shoot Coca-cola, please."
"Weird little kid."

He told me he hasn't been involved with the charity since he retired. How can one be retired? Are you tired once and get tired again?
He told me to go to his former assistant, Jeremy Hilary. He now took charge of the whole thing, collection and all.
I went to his house, which was just next door to old Fred's house. A strange stench came to my senses. Blood.
I broke the door. There he was, bathing in his own blood. Dead. Obviously.

The trail grew dead. Fuck.
My phone vibrated.

to be continued.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Look Both Ways

I can't remember the exact date. Was it February 18 or 19, or some other day in February a few days after Valentines of 2008? I don't remember, but i do remember what happened. Every moment of it.

It was my last year in high school. I was crossing the street with my girlfriend so we could go home. I remembered i had to go home earlier than usual, and that means i couldn't be with her on her way home.At least her sister was there to keep her company. I had to cross back because the way to my house was on the other side of the street. She already took the ride home, but the vehicle still hasn't left. I was beginning to cross, but i couldn't look away from her, and waved good bye. A pick-up truck hit me.

I was still standing, but slightly shooked up. My backpack feel on the pavement. I was holding my left elbow, because that was the area that got hit. It was a black Hilux, Toyota i think, with what seems to be hard PVC bumpers. Thank gum they're not metal.
The driver got out of the truck. He asked if i was okey. I said i don't know. I looked behind me, and my girlfriend was still there. She looked like she would start to cry. I hate to see her cry. The traffic policemen told me i had to go to the hospital. The driver gladly volunteered.
On the ride to the hospital, i found out he was a nurse, and so was his wife that was on the front seat. I was still shocked by what happened. I was more worried on how my girlfriend was. I hope she's okey..
Finally at the hospital. Turns out his mother-in-law was a doctor there. Just my luck. The guy that bumps me with a pick-up happens to be a nurse related to a doctor. I started to feel better, because i knew it was going to be okey. I filled in the forms and I was X-ray'd. I was given mefenamic acid to stop any possible swelling. It was time to go home. We looked at the bumper, and it was broken. Not dented, but in a way, dislocated. I felt no pain.

Finally home. My parents freaked out, but i just drank some coke and watched TV. IM'd my girlfriend and told her i was okey. I got the x-ray results next day.

Nothing was broken. Not even a scratch on my skin. No charges. No bills. Nothing. Just a broken bumper and memories.

Note: this was a real event in my life. Still can't forget it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Grey Fedora

I bought this grey fedora from an old shop down at China Town. It was quite cheap, but of good quality. I was originally looking for black, but they ran out of that colour ever since Michael Jackson died. Fuck pop music.
It was a nice fit. Snug, but not too tight to stop the blood flow to my brain. I needed my brain. It keeps me going.
I wore it with a nice grey trenchcoat i borrowed from a good friend of mine. I don't own anything grey, until i bought the fedora. All was set. Grey fedora, grey coat, black tie, white shirt, black pants, black shoes. Time to go downtown.
*****

The only lights visible on the street were street lights. A fog started to blanket the city. It was cold outside. I love it when it's cold.
Not much visibility. Had to be careful on what i step on, or who i step on.
I stood under a street light to check my watch. It was minutes to midnight. Almost showtime.
*****

A few minutes later, a long shadow stood beside mine. My shadow looked cooler, because it had a fedora on. I smelled smoke. A very distinct smell, like chocolate. Only one man smoked chocolate scented cigars. It was Smokin' Santino. Chain smoker/hired killer/chocolate aficionado.
"What time is it on your watch?" he asked, even though he clearly had a pocketwatch. Who wears pocketwatches these days?
"I don't know, kiddo." I answered. I grinned as I said this. He started to laugh too, but coughed his lungs out afterwards. That's why i don't smoke.
"You're a funny guy. Fuck you." he said. I knew he was angry. Ready to kill.
"Thanks. Fuck you too, motherfucker." I didn't take him seriously. What the fuck was i thinking?
*****

"Nice hat." he said.
"This cheap old thing? Thanks." i replied. I knew he was genuine about that compliment. Even killers know when to compliment.
I wanted to scratch my nose, but i couldn't. I was all tied up, literally. He tied up in a chair somewhere. Must be the docks. It smelled faintly of fish, but the chocolate smoke still managed to cover up most of that.

What the hell do i do now?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Idea Lightbulb is Broken at the Moment.

I am proud to say that i have Writers Block. Again. Fuck.
Everyone hits this slump. Even my good friend moegreeb is having trouble deciding on what to write for his blog. Hell, at least he's got some options and ideas, which i don't have for now.
Everything's been a tad slow for the past two days. Nothing interesting happens. I tried to make a scene myself, but just fizzled down to "meh". Shit.

I need a cure for this Writers Block.
Where's my Muse?

Note:
click the moegreeb link to get to his blog. At the bottom of his page are links to other blogs. Enjoy.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Boybands, Fedoras, Parties, and Other Things.

Lots of things went on during the days when twitter was down.

Friday.

Our college's sports festival. I played darts, and lost. I played softball, and we won 2nd. I competed in the quiz bowl, and we won 2nd too. All was well. That evening. We (i and three of my friends. Note: we are all straight men.) were supposed to compete in an impersonation competition, a contest were the usual people are gays that impersonate girl groups. We thought, "Hell, it's always girl groups. Why not boy bands for a change?". We choose the Backstreet Boys, because it was the first thing that came to mind when the word boy band is uttered.
The Backgate Boys.
L to R: me, mark, fred, maiko


We won that damn competition. Here's the details on the after party, AKA the College of Education Socialization.

Saturday Morning
Bought a new fedora, and i bought it from a rather odd shop. It has electronics (dvd players, digital clocks, flat screens) on the first floor, a pet shop on the second floor, and miscellaneous other things like lighters and dildos around. That's right. I said dildos.They sold them in this secluded, but open, area of the shop, just next to the counter. The area where they sold hats, guitars, rice cookers, and dildos. They had ran out of black, ever since Michael Jackson died, so i had to settle for a grey one, which was a problem since i don't own a grey suit, or a grey trench coat, or any trench coat. (this is a tropical country. Go figure)

Saturday Night
Hurriedly dressed up for the party.
Black coat, check.
Black tie, check.
Grey fedora, check.
Yeah. That's me.

Lots of weirder shit went on. Like this:
That's our trophy. ENVY US!!!
and this:
The backs of the Backgate Boys
and these:




THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAA!!!!!.

Friday, August 7, 2009

The Conspiracy Conspiracy

Everything and everyone's got a conspiracy theory, from the Moon Landing Hoax to the Obama Birther Conspiracy.
First, let us define a conspiracy theory. A conspiracy theory is a theory that explains a historical or current event, usually by a "secret team" or a "shadow government". They are usually viewed with skepticism and ridicule, because they are utter bullshit [citation needed]. They lack scientific (and logical) evidence, some of which are utterly ridiculous (e.g. THE WORLD IS RULED BY LIZARD LIKE ALIENS THAT ARE DISGUISED AS HUMANS!!!).

Here's what i say:
every conspiracy theory out there is made by a group of conspiracy theorists, bent on keeping the truth from the world. They want to control the information. They want to hide the truth.
THEY'RE ALL CONNECTED! THEY'RE ALL LINKED! IT'S A FUCKING CONSPIRACY!!!

Obituary for Twitter

Note: This is an obituary just in case Twitter never recovers from the denial-of-access attack. Enjoy.

TWITTER

2006-2009

It was a microblogging site where you only use 140 characters or less to tell people what ever you wish.
One day ago, hackers shut it down with a denial-of-access attack. Everyone panicked. Teenagers screamed profanities as a sign of mourning for the loss of their beloved site. Trendy people (douchebags) suffered the fact could not update everyone on the latest happenings on their interesting lives. Stalkers cried as they no longer had the ability to be on the know of the activities of their favourite celebrities.
Twitter. You will be missed.

Here's the twitter status site to find out what's REALLY going on.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

That is The Question

Charles Victor Szasz. The man with a really weird-arse name. He was an angry orphan, always questioning why the hell people do stupid shit to other people. The world is a fucked up place.
When he was old enough, he studied journalism. Even had a crush on a certain Lois Lane. After graduation, he worked for a TV station in Hub City under the name Vic Sage, because Charles Victor Szasz was too long and too obscure, and because he wanted to leave his past. He exposed the bullshit that went on in this helltown, but it was pretty much stating the obvious. Bullshit always goes on in Hub City. The mayor was a good dead man, and his widow had to run for office to replace him. Of all the cops in the city, only one of them was honest. He made friends with them, and exposed the even bigger bullshit that he can't expose on TV as The Question, thanks to the Pseudoderm invented by his pal Tot.
After a few adventures, he became disillusioned, even questioned his own role as a vigilante. He went to the Amazon to find himself.
He returned to Hub City a changed man. Trained by Richard Dragon in martial arts and the ways of zen. When the Huntress was accused of murder, he introduced her to Dragon, and helped her focus herself, and had a romantic relationship with Vic along the way.

That was Charles Victor Szasz.
That was Vic Sage.
That was The Question.


Supergirl: What, do you go through my trash?
The Question: Please...
I go through everybody's trash.

source for basic information:
The Question Unofficial Fan Site

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

DebtNote and Other Money Matters

Debt. Almost everyone's problem, that's why i don't want any of it.
As much as possible, i never borrow money. I don't want to be responsible for someone elses money. Hell, i don't even want to be entrusted with money. I'm afraid i might lose it and pay for it.

I always pay cash. Only problem is, i don't carry too much cash. It's cheaper and better. I only carry what i need, plus 20%, in case of emergencies.
I think it's stupid to wear wallet chains. Here's why:
A pickpocket takes your wallet. You feel a tug on your chain. The pickpocket can't get the wallet, what does he do? He'll pull your chain, and stab or shot you, and just take the cash in your wallet and leave you lying down, bathing in your own blood.

I hate those e-mails that tell me i'd be getting millions (in some cases, billions) because i won a lottery made possible by a tobacco company. That's total bullshit. I don't even smoke. Fucktards. And the ones where some guy from Africa wants to send me money. I DON'T EVEN HAVE A BANK ACCOUNT (for now)!

I don't know the secrets on how to be rich. If i knew, i'd be rich myself.

Shopping for Shit

When i want to buy something, i almost always never go online. Two main reasons:
1. I don't want to get a credit card(too much trouble. I don't want to be indebt to anyone.)
2. I prefer to physically enter a shop, talk to an actual person, and pay in cash. Plus, i can haggle in real life to save money, a thing you can't do online.

People online who want to sell me stuff, you're just wasting your time on me.
I'm off to shop for a new fedora now.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Creep

I enjoy creeping people out. Especially the people that know me, but don't know me well (hell, my friends don't know EVERYTHING about me). It's funny to look at their faces' expressions and reactions. I usually do something that i know will creep my friends out.

Like this one guy. He's a bit homophobic, so, i act like a (no offence) stereotypical gay man just give the fucker the creeps. He'd look shocked, then disgusted, then angry, in that order. Really makes me want to smack the guy in the head for prejudism.
Another one is a bit paranoid inside the men's room. So, when he went to the men's room, i made sure no one else was there. I kicked the door open, and scared the living shit outta that motherfucker by showing up with a camera pointed at him while he was pissing. I tell you, that made him stop urinating that very second. Gave me a punch on the shoulder, but i think i deserved it. Too bad i wasn't fast enough to click the shutter.
Now, this one arsehole just deserves to get creeped out. Keeps copying my research work for most of our subjects. I took a brown paper bag, filled it with various animal shit, and put it in his bag. Until now, that sonovabitch has no clue who put that shit there.

So, there. If you show any signs of weakness (read: annoying behaviour), i'll fucking creep the shit out of you.
I'm not kidding.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Things I Do

If you must know, i'm bored and uninspired today. So, i'll just make a list of things that i usually do for fun.

1. Watch TV
i have to admit, i'm a bit of a couch potato. I'll watch anything that will catch my eye. I prefer BBC over CNN. I'm a fan of Mythbusters. I watch cartoons when possible. I watch anime too. So, yeah, that's that.

2. Enter cyberspace
i'm on Twitter. I'm on Facebook(look for me if you can.). I read webcomics, specifically Gone with the Blastwave and Suicide For Hire. I read Cracked.com. Hell, i learned more shit from cracked.com(a comedy site) than on any trivia site.

3. Read
bibliophilia. How i love fiction. Science fiction and fantasy are some of my favorite genres. Neil Gaiman, Larry Niven, J.D. Salinger, just some of my favourite writers.

4. Sleep
the wonders of sleep. I get to enter the Dreaming this way. Thanks Morpheus.

5. Do some rather stupid shit
run around doing parkour. play pranks on anyone(i mean ANYONE). perform an improvised dance number with my friends in a large crowd of people. some rather embarrassing things.

6. Drink too much Coke, coffee, and iced tea
i love caffeine. I can't stay awake without it. I've discussed this in a previous blog. Just read it.

Well, that's about it. I'm done for now. Might do item number 4 now. See you in the Dreaming.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

He Shoot Coca-Cola


My addiction to Coca-cola is beginning, in a way, to worry me. I spend majority of my food budget(yes, i have a budget.) on coke. I can't live a day without drinking at least one 8oz bottle of it. I couldn't even think straight. Fuck.
I really need to slow down on my coke intake. I might get diabetes or something. And the damn caffeine crashes. Damn it. It's like a fucking roller coaster. I'm up higher than a kite on caffeine, sugar, carbonated water, cola and cocain plant extracts one minute, and i'm drowsy as hell an hour or so later.
I need another coke to think.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Caught the Catcher in the Rye

Just finished reading The Catcher in the Rye the other night. Rather enjoyable book, if i must say. Full of realism and wonderful swearing. That's how fiction should be, a reflection of life.
Here's my reason why i read the book: deep inside, i feel obligated to read it. I had a gut feeling when i first saw that little book in the library. It kept saying "you're gonna love this book. you HAVE TO FUCKING READ IT!". And so i did. I read it, and my gut feeling was right.
Everyone is a Holden, or used to be one, or will become one. Everyone will have their chance of wearing that stupid looking red hat.
Everyone will.
Even the phony ones.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Toilet Poet

As i write this, i'm sitting on my porcelain throne inside the bathroom, executing movement Number 2.
Most of my best ideas come out when i'm on the crapper. I write songs and poetry while on the toilet. I imagine rather quality images to draw when i shit. Hell, i'm even blogging and tweeting while moving my bowels.

I'm done.
Gotta flush.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Why am i doing this?

I haven't blogged in a while. Been using Twitter for all my random thoughts. I don't know, but deep inside, i think i wasted my time.
I know i never waste my time. I always do something to pass my time. Even if you see me doing nothing, i'm not wasting my time, because i'm doing something.
Nothing is something.
Never regret anything. What's done is done. You can't do a thing about it. If you're dead, you're dead. Live with it. But you're dead, so, how do you live when you're fucking dead?
I don't know, i'm not a genius. I'm not a god. If there is a god, go ask him/her/it.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Sick as a dog, and six times as mean

I'm sick with the flu.
Fuck the flu.
FUCK YOU FLU!
I couldn't get out the house, fearing that i might pass out while walking in the sidewalk, and people will mistake me for a hungry, homeless bum that collapsed out of hunger.
Fuck this flu.
The only SMS's i've received so far were from annoying people i don't even know and spam. WHY THE FUCK DOES SMS EVEN HAVE SPAM!?
I've lost my appetite. Maybe because i couldn't taste a thing, or maybe because i usually vomit if i eat something. FUCK.
I hate this sickness.
I swear, if i don't get well by tomorrow, i will shrink my friends, but them in a nano submarine, inject that nano submarine into my bloodstream, and let them beat the shit outta that motherfucking flu virus!!!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Educational Programming in the Philippines

The Practicability of Educational Television in the Philippines

September 12, 2007 by Owlie Owlie Published Content: 10 Total Views: 4,811 Fans: 2 View Profile Follow Add to Favorites Recommend (2)Single pageFont SizeRead comments (1) More topicsFilipino Culture Tagalog Filipinos Educational Tv Should a Form of Entertainment Be Used to Educate?
In any culture, entertainment is the most influential of forces. Television is a form of entertainment, and thus, it has educational properties. Television teaches all the time, doing even more educating than schools, according to Marshall McLuhan. Television delivers highly persuasive and instructive content. For this reason, the concept of "Educational Television" or "ETV" was developed in the United States in the 1960's.

The Concept of ETV

ETV is advertised as television that people watch "on purpose", with intent on selecting programs based on their educational content. ETV is television that expects participation, just as a teacher would. It encourages viewers to reflect and act on what they have learned - to apply the lessons by reading, discussing, drawing and the like. ETV is a community effort, and its main motive is to form a public out of its viewers. It attempts to stimulate the concern of people and to invite viewers to join their community instead of to merely dwell in it. The subjects provided on ETV are typically Art, Foreign Language, Math, Science, Social Science, Technology, and Parents and Teacher Training. These subjects cater to different age groups, and the programs they offer can be viewed in a school setting, under the supervision of a teacher, or at home, unsupervised.

ETV was a success in the United States, and it continues to be one of the major teaching media used there, for it has many benefits for students and teachers alike. As David Mare says, "Television, ...not education is the most effective purveyor of language, image, and narrative in American culture," so it is an asset for the educators, who constantly struggle to grab the attention of their students. The question is: would ETV be an advantage to the Philippine middle class and masses?

ETV in the Philippine Setting

According to Leo Larkin, who performed a study on the possibility of having ETV in Manila and in the Ateneo de Manila, the quantitative nature of television instruction has helped foreign institutions handle more enrollments without having to build more classrooms or hire more professors.
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Converting existing facilities like libraries, auditoria, or cafeteria into classrooms, as well as judiciously scheduling teachers, has made this possible. If it has worked for America, perhaps it would also click here.Larkin believes that ETV gives teachers more opportunities to help individuals. He says "teachers have been freed for extra class preparation or further duties such as guidance counseling, teaching special groups of slow learners or gifted students, or taking extra curricular activities." Shramm agrees with Larkin, saying the teacher is given the freedom to devote his time to more productive things, like helping individuals. He is able to use his time for the kind of teaching that has more rewards, satisfaction and excitement than the kind attained from routine group instruction.Another benefit of ETV, adds Larkin, is that larger classes sometimes result in a saving large enough to raise the teachers' salaries. Shramm adds that ETV is effective in maintaining a certain teaching standard. It can supply the best teaching demonstrations. Its self-instructional materials can conduct lessons professionally, and they can give the student the freedom to work at his own desired pace. Television can display an event or activity that would otherwise be spoiled for direct observation. This is especially true for Science classes, which deal with many fragile specimens. (Shramm 5)The Limitations and Complications of ETVWhen it comes to experimentation or hands-on work with specimens and the like, however, ETV has its limitations. ETV cannot conduct effective seminar discussions. It cannot offer specific and direct personal help. The ETV system is believed to detract from student discussion. As a result, the student does not have the opportunity to ask questions on the spot. He cannot receive feedback.Another problem with ETV is that prolonged TV viewing weakens the left-brain hemisphere. The left hemisphere of the brain controls the actions of the right side of the body and it focuses on controlling the language and speech functions. The right hemisphere, on the other hand, controls the actions of the left side of the body and focuses on the perception of spatial and nonverbal concepts.
As the Center of Educational Priorities (CEP) says, "the eye and brain functions employed in TV viewing are likely to put demands on different parts of the brain than those used in reading, causing incalculably different kinds of cognitive development. " The
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CEP also quotes Neal Postman in his argument that when watching television, we are largely using the right hemisphere of the brain, the left possibly being somewhat a burden in the process. Thus continuous watching over centuries could conceivably have the effect of weakening the left brain activity and producing a population of 'right-brained' people... in other words, people whose state of mind is somewhat analogous to that of a modern day baboon.ETV also has side effects on behavior. Many charge that it promotes passivity and indifference because of the lack of required response. Also, it makes people lax thinkers, since all the information they need is conveniently available and entertaining. Leon Botstein recognizes that the effect of television on education in the long-run is the deterioration of language:The simplification and standardization of language... restricts the range of expression and thought, even silent internal remuneration. In this sense, eloquence and even originality, from the perspective of the classroom have become superfluous... The oral tradition has triumphed over the written.Professor Lois DeBakey of Baylor University has a similar concern. He thinks that ETV will create a semi-literacy and breakdown in the manner that people communicate with each other. Neal Postman adds that the imagery of television moves quickly. It is discontinuous and alogical, and it triggers emotional responses instead of conceptual processing. Therefore, even if the curriculum of an ETV show is difficult, the nature of its presentation could result in deterioration in learning instead of an improvement. This would pose a serous challenge not only for school performance, but also for civilization because intelligent communication is vital in man's progress. Sure enough, Harper's magazine shows the alarming drop of the average 6-14-year-old-child's vocabulary in the United States. From 25,000 words, it has dropped to 10,000 within fifty years. Symbols and icons are replacing words and phrases.
These statistics go to show that ETV must be integrated with other teaching media for students to have balanced brain development:
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The basic question is not simply how to use television alone, but rather how to combine it most effectively with other learning experiences and resources...Television is not the only teaching resource, so you can combine it with other media to teach properly... Experience indicates that the most effective uses of Television have been in situations where it has been combined carefully with other activities in a total learning situation... The modern teacher has books, guides, periodicals, films, tapes, slides, records, laboratory equipment; some have language laboratories; and soon many of them will have programmed self-instructional materials. (Shramm 5) The Practicability of ETV in the Philippine SettingIn the Philippines, the above-mentioned media is not at all easy to come by. Would it be wise to introduce ETV to the Philippines in full-scale? For starters, the country is poverty-stricken. The masses can barely afford to buy food, and they survive by the day. The Philippine government does not allot much money for education either, so schools can barely afford to pay teachers. The Filipino students face the dilemma of not having the appropriate media or money to afford higher learning despite their eagerness to learn. As stated by Leo Larkin,Manila, like all other large metropolitan areas, has many educational problems. Among these are a shortage of qualified and certified teachers, a dearth of science and mathematics courses, and insufficient and ill-adapted audio-visuals... These problems coupled with the large concentration of schools indicate that televised instruction might help educators in Manila to solve some of their problems.Larkin believes ETV would be good for the Philippines. His studies show that an initial and modest educational television project does have potential here. At this point, it is useful for one to note the difference between the limited and the full-scale implementations of ETV. A limited implementation refers to devoting only a couple of channels for ETV. On the other hand, a full-scale implementation refers to "a nationwide interconnection of educational stations and a new system of production, evaluation, and exchange of instructional television materials." (Shramm 6)
A modest or limited ETV project may be the key to improving education in the Philippines. However, if ETV were to be put into practice in the Philippines, it would not guarantee educational progress. This is because the Philippine masses would not have the proper guidance to watch the
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programs vital to their education if they watch educational channels at home. Studies show that the members of the mass are likely to watch "utility programs", like those on personal and family relations. The masses are least likely to become viewers of other programs, like social science and culture, art, aesthetics, and history, natural science, education, and humanity. This shows that even if the Philippines had ETV in full force, the most in need of education would not be instructed properly. Therefore, with the unsupervised self-study form of ETV, the ignorant Philippine masses (they, who can afford televisions but cannot send their children to school) would remain ignorant. (Shramm 103)Aside from this, the costs for ETV are high, making ETV even more impractical for the Philippine setting. Larkin has listed the different costs to worry about like the equipment, installation, and maintenance, operating personnel, instructional personnel and overhead, administrative and miscellaneous costs, and if ETV were the main teaching media in the Philippines, or if ETV were to be implemented "in full force", then these costs would be way out of the country's league. (Larkin 31)The Philippines is not financially equipped to properly integrate ETV with other teaching media, so it should not pursue ETV in full scale, lest it hinder learning. "Until we do have a nationwide interconnection of educational stations and a new system of production, evaluation, and exchange of instructional television materials, educational television will not be able to work at its full strength for the public good." (Shramm 6)The Philippines cannot implement ETV in full-scale due to poverty, so it will not be in danger of relying too much on ETV. Besides, even if the masses may be in danger of relying alone on the little ETV available, since they cannot afford anything else (or since their priorities are wrong and they'd rather pay for a television than to send their kids to school), some education is better than none at all. Current ETV Stations in the PhilippinesThe Philippines does have "The Knowledge Channel" on local Television at the present, which does people no harm. It has Math and Science programs during the day, and it is much like the "Lifesyle Network" on cable TV at night, offering tips for raising families properly or for cleaning and arranging the house's interior with style. An example of a program on "The Knowledge Channel" is "WHY," the tele-dyaryo, which features different parts of the Philppines, much like the Discovery Channel. To give you a clearer idea, "WHY" has done a documentary on Quiapo, wherein the show displayed the Filipino's fusion of their forefathers' beliefs with other cultures.
Another local television channel, "ABS-CBN", also offers its own educational programs like the Tagalog version of "Sesame Street," wherein they try to teach children the English language.Perhaps a couple more stations of this sort would do some good to the homes of the Filipino masses, even if they may be incapable of teaching them mathematics (This would be because the math programs are too fast-paced for some
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people.).On the other hand, the members of the middle class may be able to appreciate the few channels dedicated to ETV. The Discovery Channel, Animal Planet and National Geographic already offer various educational programs for students. If a couple more channels were to be dedicated for ETV, complete with a strict schedule that schools could follow when assigning shows for their students to watch, then ETV could benefit the Philippine middle class. Of course, this would be extremely difficult and not very practicable. To begin with, there would be no way of guaranteeing that all the students will have television sets at home. Students may not arrive home in time for the required show. They may have other engagements to attend to. Aside from that, requiring TV shows would lengthen the school day by more than it has to be, and it would eat up precious family time or time for extracurricular activities.The VerdictIn conclusion, although educational television could benefit teachers and students by improving the quality of instruction in schools, the Philippines is far from being financially equipped to integrate ETV with other teaching media properly. Therefore, ETV should not be pursued in full scale, for it could hinder learning and eventually lead to the deterioration of communication. This is attributed to the effect prolonged television viewing has on the brains of its viewers. While television caters to the right brain hemisphere's perception of spatial and non-verbal concepts, it fails to address the left side's need for developing a person's language and speech functions.
Delegating a couple more local television channels, aside from the "Knowledge Channel" and "ABS-CBN", to education would be a harmless act, which would probably benefit the middle class Filipinos. They would have more sense when it comes to choosing the educationally rich programs, as
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children could rely on their parents to guide them as they select shows.The Philippines has been doing surprisingly well where ETV is concerned, considering its economic situation. Perhaps a little more pushing for ETV stations could make more of a difference in the literacy of the Filipino masses.Bibliography:Larkin, Leo H. Educational television for the Ateneo de Manila: a preliminary study. New York: Fordham University Press, 1960.Larkin, Leo. H. Towards Educational Television for a Greater Manila. Auriesville, N.Y.: [s.n.] 1960Powell, John Walker Channels of learning: the story of educational television. Washington D.C.: Public Affairs Press, 1962.American Council On Education College Teaching by Television.Shramm, Wilbur Lang, 1907 National Educational Television and Radio Center The impact of educational television: selected studies from the research sponsored by the National Educational Television and Radio Center. Urbana: Universitiy of Illinois press, 1960.Center of Educational Priorities http://www.cep.org.problems.html

Paulo Kahar. 19??-2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009
approximately 8:35am
a hobo named Paulo Kahar sees a package near a store in front of the local cathedral. It's a time bomb, set to explode by time the hundreds of the church goers, many of which are students, get out of the church.
Paulo Kahar fiddled with it. 8:40am, as the archbishop was in the middle of his sermon on peacemakers, the bomb exploded. Five people were killed, at least 45 injured. Paulo Kahar died on the spot. One of his limbs were reported to be seen flying towards an electric post.
He lived a hobo.
He died a hero.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

HISTORY OF EDUCATIONAL TECHNOLOGY


HISTORY OF EDUCATIONAL TECHNOLOGY

40,000 BC

Paintings and drawings are a new means of communication.

1400 BC

First writing in China, on bones.

389 BC

The founding of the Academy by Plato begins a new movement in education.

1453

The printing of the Bible with moveable type by Gutenberg transforms society.

1564

Graphite is discovered.

1635

Founding of the first public school in the US.

1651

John Dury invents the modern library.

1654

The first slide rule in which the slide works between parts of a fixed stock is made by Robert Bissaker.

1795

Nicholas-Jacques Conte of France discovers the process of mixing graphite with clay.

1872

QWERTY: Christopher Sholes develops a machine to print the alphabet.

1878

Sales take off after the Remington No.2 typewriter hits the shelf.

1901

Marconi sends a radio signal across the Atlantic.

1932

August Dvorak creates a keyboard that is easier to learn.

1960

An early CAI system, PLATO, was initiated at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and later developed by Control Data Corporation.

1961

The emergence of an on-line community around PLATO.

1962

The PLATO instructional computing system is widely used in college and K-12 classrooms.

1964

IBM brings out the MT/ST (Magnetic Tape/Selectric Typewriter).

1967

Texas Instruments develops the first hand-held calculator.

1966

The Educational Resources Information Center (ERIC) is established as a national information system

1968

Douglas Engelbart introduces a prototype of the computer mouse, the "x-y position indicator for a display system."

1969

--The Arpanet is constructed.
--Scholar is developed by Jaime Carbonell, as the first Intelligent Tutoring System (ITS).

1970

The Arpanet goes online.

1975

--The Altair 8800 leads the way for personal computers.
--Ray Kurzweil and company create the Kurzweil Reading Machine and the first omni-font OCR (Optical Character Recognition) technology.

1977

--Apple introduces the Apple II. View 1. View 2.
--Japan Victor Company (JVC) introduces the VHS format video cassette recorder.

1978

HyperStudio, a multimedia authoring tool that allows people to communicate ideas on diskette, CD-ROM or Internet.

1985

Aldus PageMaker is released for the Macintosh and desktop publishing is born.

1987

Apple begins shipping Hypercard, a programming system and multimedia authoring tool.

1989

The World-Wide Web begins at the Conseil Europeen pour la Recherche Nucleaire.

1990

Texas Instruments creates the popular TI-81 graphing calculator.

1994

NJSTAR is created making it convenient to those who use Chinese, Japanese and Korean to surf the internet.

1995

Classroom Connect offers educational WebQuests for classrooms all over the world.

2008

Educators are beginning to apply the technology of iPods

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

everthing is bat-shit crazy.
this is just a temporary post.
fuck off.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Going Gonzo

I'm going gonzo.
Well, to be more technical, "i'm already gonzo, but i just found out what i do is actually called gonzo", but the technical shit was too lengthy and boring. So, i'm sticking with "i'm going gonzo".

I've written numerous articles and stories for every school paper i ever joined, and almost all them can be classified as gonzo. Everything was subjective. I did not give a shit about who or what the topic was, i treated everything like i was telling a story you would normally tell your drinking buddies.
Besides, i'm not really much of an objective reporter. I'm not biased, but i just tend to always focus on the negative of the parties involved. Call me a cynic. Fuck you.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Net City

The internet is a giant city that lives in anarchy. No one can control it. Some may try, but these attempts are futile.

It's full of thieves, whores, liars, cheats, gamblers, viruses and sickos. Almost everyone that uses it almost always looks for sex.
It's always about sex.
SEX. SEX. SEX.
It's always about sex.

This city needs a hero.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

No school day

I am currently inside the university, at the Science Lab to be specific, even though there are no classes for this gloriously cloudy day.

How did I get inside the campus grounds, you ask?
It started this way:
there were speculations yesterday that there will be no classes today.
I didn't believe in it because no formal announcements were made.
Today, i went to school, and not a soul in sight, except the guards and the workers.

Guard: Anong gagawin nyo? (translation: what will you be doing here?)
Me: Wa--
(i was supposed to ask "walang pasok?"(no classes?), but she cut me off.)
Guard: ah, working [student].
(She thought my "wa" was "wo", thus, she presumed i was going to say "working student")
That's the story of how i got in.

Now, i have no idea what to do. As i'm writting this, it's still 7:30 am and the library is closed.
Every internet shop outside the campus are still closed.
The canteens are closed.
My zipper is closed.
I can't go to a friend's house at this time because it would be awkward and socially inappropriate. Maybe later at 8:00...

I have lots of time to kill, and i don't know where to start killing.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Juana Change

Just saw Juana Change on Youtube.
I won't post the link here, look for it yourself kids!

Anyway, i won't vote this election. I won't even register. I don't give a flaming shit about the upcoming election. The future of this election isn't very bright. Same old shit-heads running for office.

FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ASSHOLES RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT!!!
YOU'VE ALL DONE NOTHING GOOD TO THIS DAMNED COUNTRY!!!
I SAY WE ALL JUST FORGET ABOUT THIS FIASCO CALLED THE "PHILIPPINE DEMOCRACY" AND REPLACE IT WITH GOOD OLD ANARCHY!!!

*insert title here*

Something happened today.
Yup.
Lots of things happened today.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Haircut Mishap

Everything started with a reminder from our dean.
"Mister, your hair." *gestures scissors with fingers*
this isn't new to me. I kept my hair long for a year now, even wrote an article on the school paper to abolish the rule on male hair length. In fact, my friends are beginning to call me Jesus Christ, thanks to my growing beard.
I, being the good student, decided to get a haircut the next day.

Next day.
After some chores, went to a salon and got my long hair trimmed. I was planning on a normal looking haircut, but apparently, the hair dresser made me look like a girl.
This isn't good.

Afternoon.
Had my dad call the friendly neighborhood barber.
This haircut was cheaper, and better.
Now, i can style my hair to look like either John Lennon or Paul McCarthney.
I'm two Beatles in one!

Moral of the story:
know what haircut you want, or there will be hell to pay.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Wasted thoughts

Here's a thought from Ramon Bautista (google him, god damn it!):
"You're gravestone is too small to show your life story. That's why i blog."
inspirational stuff...
Makes me cry...

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

SSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S- SUGARED
H-HONEY
I-ICED
T-TEA

damn it... again

my mind juice just got drained... again.
i am currently experiencing writers block...
SHIT!!!!!
now, be amazed by my mediocre post!!!
HURRAH!!!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Forced Labor

damn it.... i hate it when my mind is forced to do things...
I WANT CANDY!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!