The Tibetan Personality Test

I am fond of taking dozens of personality tests all over the web. You know, answering numerous questions for a few minutes and afterwards you'll have your corresponding results? Yeah, that's the one! From simple psych questions to the infamous color quiz, I tried and answered them all. Some results were fascinating, while the others, a shocker! And I'm looking at you, Color Quiz! 

Here's the thing: I am quite sure you've already tried this one. It has been circulating Facebook some time ago due to feeds by my friends. Yes, I was curious so I took the opportunity and clicked the link, and stumbled with a new face of persona quiz. 

The link is here --> The Tibetan Personality Test

This quiz only involves three questions. As you might be surprised, however, you got to have a pen and a piece of paper to write your answers down. I don't want to spoil anything but simply enjoy it. :)

In my humble opinion after I was tested by this quiz, the results were highly accurate. Yes, it's one of those sticky shocker tests that will left you hanging by a thread which opened your shell like 1,2, and 3.

Your thoughts? ^_^

A kid from yesterday

Off to a new day. A new start. A kid from yesterday.

After that negative emotion I build up yesterday, I realized that over-thinking about it will bring no good for myself. It's time to let it go and face the sun for a bright new day. 

I am a big fan of My Chemical Romance. Songs like Helena, Disenchanted, I Don't Love You became my addiction from the undergrad up to the review school last year. Even as I write this, I do not consider of breaking the bond I made with their songs.

Bookmarked! I strongly believe that songs, whether pop or country or rock, serve as a marker in our lives. They are left behind that whenever we hear them, we remember something or someone out of the blue. This is true for a typical guy like me. So true. Will you believe that I keep playlist/s labeled with a person's name/s aside from the common labels like a band name or an album? I dunno when did I start to practice that kind of thing, so to speak.

Months before I took the board exam last May, I found out this song of MCR from their latest album, Danger Days:

This song became my battle cry during those days. I keep telling myself that I'm not a kid anymore and will not stay forever. That it is time for me to end my lack of courage and shyness. That this marks the day that I will always remember. 

I ventured the road towards my dream and found out that it's just the beginning. A new light shined upon the road-end and another adventure is yet to come. 

Many will pass me by as I'll take the road and simply nod at me. Others will converse as well as argue with me due to different perceptions and ideas. And only a few will walk beside me to support each other's back like the good old Spartan code.

***

Finally, departing from the "career side" story about the song, there was this girl last year (who is undoubtedly taken) that always sit beside me outside the classroom before the review session start. It's simply impossible that it's purely coincidence because it's too damn early in the morning - 6:00 AM - and with too many chairs around the vicinity, she would always place herself beside me. I always offer her my breakfast along with a few candies but fails to accept it. She's too weird. And I like her for being that way. 

The story of my life. *bow* 

When a joker stopped joking

It's been a while since I last wrote here. I feel ashamed of myself. Jeez...

I've been in some countless workloads for these past few months and from the way I see it -- the bitterness of reality -- has only just begun. There are many bumps along these days that affected me so much causing my health to deteriorate bit my bit. I often ask myself, "How far will you go, master? How far?" And with a sigh, I simply hide my winter-y eyes and have an escape in the form of silence. 

My colleagues knew that I always kid around. Say funny things like this. Have an amusing look at that. Make a comic remark hidden in an insult. And smile like there's no tomorrow. Of course I do those things to hide my stress. To suppress my melancholic personality. 

When was the last time I read a fiction book? I don't know. When was the last time I date myself? I don't know either. It's as if the universe conspires with Sisters of Fate disallowing me to have my own free time to do the things I do best.

Anyhow, the die is cast and I have no doubt to go back to whoever I was before. The funny thing is despite the fact I now have my own workplace, I travel a lot (like 40-50 kilometers a day) making the long highway my second home. The only thing that's left for me to bring during that everyday venture is a huge pillow and a white blanket. Yeah, I know it sucks.

But here's the deal, I'm gonna quit one of my jobs this coming April. The reason? The job takes me for granted -- abusing my kindness knowing that getting 'angry' is not in my long list of words. 

Maybe I'll start studying again. Reading law books this time. And to emancipate myself the trouble I had in the undergrad. 

Here I go. 

Oops!

So true. Damn it. Hahaha!

A Fruit of November

When Life plays as a catalyst. Always.

Standing inside a bus for more than an hour is such a headache.

Passing the Registered Cost Accountant exam, on the other hand, is such an honor. (Although there are numerous things that should be a bonus, it's fine.) 

One more to go... =)

The Stop

One...Two..Three! MAGIC! (Something like that...)

I met someone tonight. And he's a public transport vehicle dispatcher. Going home from a very tiring day, I rode the usual bus trip, embarked into the next bus stop and waited to ride the famous public transport vehicle of this nation -- jeep. I never expected to have an anomaly tonight in my routine. You know, the common "go-to-work-and-go-to-school-to-teach-and-go-home-exhausted" type of game plan for every single day since last week. Some crazy schedule, huh?

As I stepped off the bus to ride the everlasting jeep, I noticed something strange -- there are no other passengers except myself. A little scared, maybe. Doubtless? No. It's really effing strange because in the last couple of days, I can see other passengers waiting for the jeep in that place. But tonight? I was alone with the good old ride. 

And then he came. He approached me, said things that confused me and left me hanging to my sanity. "What in the world is he talking about?", I asked myself. I thought he was drunk but he was not. He was smiling whenever he opened his mouth and say those bizarre words. He was looking at me. Those happy eyes that caught my soul, grasped by his hand. The next thing I knew, we were both talking like some good old friends that did not see each other for so long. For about 20 minutes, no other passengers came. It's just the two of us. I'm not sure if he's hypnotizing me or some sort to steal my belongings. Never did I thought of that. We talked just about anything -- his ideal girl, cigarettes (I'm not smoking), cancer, and some other stuff. He's some type of guy. A gem, I think. Rare but worthy.

I said all of these because I've been thinking about the reason why we met or whatever. Perhaps to exchange some thoughts, ideas, or principles? Or to learn something new? --

-- to smile whenever you are alone.

I MISS YOU

I read an interesting phrase or line today. I MISS YOU.

It's such a wonder when people you're not expecting to act or say those words can actually express what they feel in the most odd time and scenario. After getting home from work and teaching, two of my girlfriends said that to me on Facebook. Happy, of course. But you know what? If only I'm close to them or they said those simple yet meaningful words to my face, I would doubtlessly hug them. Why? I think it's the best way of expressing my sincerest gratitude. After all, actions speak louder than words. 

The Prince and the Pauper

I started teaching commerce students particularly accountancy students. Well, that's indeed a surprise.

It's almost been a week since I became an instructor. It's fun and exciting in one point and the other, disappointing. I can now understand when my professors back in the undergrad were mad like hatter if a few of my classmates were not paying attention to them or not reading topics that our professor asked us to read. Sucks to be me, it happens now -- to me. I don't know the reason. Honestly, I gave them a brief instruction of what to do in the next meeting but unfortunately, they just let it slip by and let me handle the rest. Oh man! Perhaps I can blame myself, then. Blame myself for being too much kind and gentle when it comes to my students. 

I think it's time for me to go Berserk Mode.

Inside the moviehouse...

Okay! It's raining again but then again, it is alright! That makes me happy if you'll ask me. Are you not happy when it's raining? Maybe you're not as hydrophilic as I am. If that's the case, bring an umbrella or rather stay home to avoid being sick. After all, prevention is better than cure. 

Anyway, I watched Captain America yesterday with my brother at a local mall near our home. The movie is so freaking great! Having been able to watch Iron Man, Iron Man 2, and Thor in the past, Captain America s is the catalyst that links all of them as one, maybe prepare the movie-goers for The Avengers which is scheduled next year. A big fan of Marvel? Go watch it! One word of advice though, watch all the movies I mentioned earlier. It will help you understand Captain America. Got that?

But the main course for this entry will not be for the movie itself. It's about the things that I usually notice when I'm inside the moviehouse that keeps me irritated, angry, and mad. I bet you know what I'm talking about and I'm so sure you already experienced it. To cut the story short, here are some of do's and don'ts when watching a movie. Happy reading!

1. Do not eat whenever you are watching a movie. This not actually conclusive and only an opinion. In my own experience, it can distract other viewers for they tend to focus on what you are all watching. If my memory serves me well, there is this one time where a group of people watching a film have this plastic of junk foods that they keep passing around for their colleagues. Logically speaking, chewing chips creates too much noise in a quiet environment especially the foil and the plastic holding them. The outcome? Others might shift their attention to you instead. Come on now, you're there to watch not to eat. Have a thing for existentialism for crying out loud.
2. Do turn off your cellphone or if that makes you uneasy, make it 'silent' and avoid using it for the time being. No emphasis should be given to this one. It is, in all aspect, res ipsa loquitur. On a sidenote, having this one manifests being an ethical and professional.
3. If possible, minimize your trip to the powder room. As your eyes are fixed to the giant screen in front of you, some of us cannot withstand the urge of going to the bathroom and pee. Given the situation, take a pee before the film starts rolling or if it's a medical concern for you to constantly going to the sacred room, have your seat near them. 
4. Do not bring a child inside the premises. Please and for the love of God, leave your child at home and have a babysitter for him/her. Some of us inadvertently bring a child or two ages 8 and below inside the moviehouse and for what reason, if I may ask? To have fun? No. It is to annoy people because they usually cry. They cry because it's dark and for some reason 'only-God-knows-what'. And besides, what would an 8-year old child understand to a movie not actually suited for them? Gosh, man!
5. Do not comment on something if in all honesty, yours is a misleading and an impetuous statement. I often experience this when I watch a film or two and that sucks. For example, some Filipinos always talk and talk during the movie. It's as if they know the whole plot, script, etc. But when some scene is on the screen, then they comment on it while there are others who actually know what's going on, they'll look like a bunch of idiots pretenders who regard themselves as the 'know all' type of person. God forbid and heaven forbid,  they're disappointing others especially themselves. Better for them to focus their eyes and ears on the story and not only for the eye-candy special effects. 

Have a nice and fruitful day! =)

Memory synchronization, complete!

And there I was last night, the school which I was enrolled for four years taking up Bachelor of Science in Accountancy. The memories of my hardships and trials when I was there were coming back as fast as a speeding bullet. They just keep flashing and bombarding my brain like a loose cannon from afar. Nevertheless my friends, it's good to be home. It is so nice to see my professors who inspired me to carry on my dreams. Needless to say, it seems like yesterday when I was taking exams, solving accounting problems in front of the class, debating issues with my colleagues, and of course, to be scolded by our terrifying dean. 

From left to right -- Sir Ordinanza, Luke, ME, Olivia, Maureen, Leonle, Dean Paz, and Ma'am Montserrat

From left to right -- Maureen, Leonle, and ME

When the time came for me to render my speech, I was a little bit nervous because public speaking is not in my list of abilities. It consistently gave me goosebumps and the way I speak? -- I was stuttering. Well, that was before. I stood in front of the undergrads delivering my speech with ease and excitement. Perhaps, my way of speaking improved. No more 'ums', or 'ahhs'. It was smooth. Yes, I prepared a speech but I chose -- in the last minute -- to have it as a guide and not as a letter reading in front of them. I do admit I kept looking to my notes in the few seconds of my message though as the time flew away, I'm on my own. I leveled up, alright. And besides, I'm no undergrad now. I'm an accountant. A professional accountant (though my grammar still needs to be honed). That sucks! :) The chance of seeing my fellow classmates who also passed the exam felt like a reunion. Reminiscing the good old times inside the classroom, the canteen, the library, the campus. We are now the kids from yesterday. I humbly thank the Creator for giving me the knowledge, patience, confidence, and wisdom to be in this profession. They say, passing the CPA is one hell of a challenge -- far more devilish than the Bar exam itself. But who knows? I am up for a challenge, I guess. But still, it's destiny. I wrote my destiny to be a CPA. And I wrote it with a smiling face in my heart.

My good old buddies.
(From left to right -- Luke, Olivia, ME, and Leonle)














(From left to right -- Mom, ME, Leonle, and our Dean)











From left to right -- My brother Miko, Gene, and ME)

From left to right -- Miko, Leonle, Gene, ME, and Mom)








The one that almost made me cry is when one of our professors told me that I am still the gentle one she knew. I was surprised. I really did. She's a 'terror' back in those days. Come to think of it, even an angry lion has a soft heart.

Gonna miss being in school. Moving forward now...

Memory Synchronization, complete. 

Tuwing umuulan...

Umuulan na naman. Malakas. Tapos may hampas pa ng malakas na hangin. Natural malamig. Kaya nga naka-jacket ako ngayon. Teka, kahapon din pala ay naka-jacket din ako. Maginaw sa opisina eh. At habang tanghalian kung saan ang iba sa mga bossing ko ay kumakain, natutulog, at nanonood ng telebisyon, ako naman ay natutulala sa ulan. Ang sarap panoorin. Para silang mga kaluluwang bumabagsak mula sa langit. Ang gaan sa pakiramdam.

Oo nga pala, katatapos ko lang kumain. Imbes na dito na lang ako sa loob ng opisina kumain eh nakuha ko pang lumabas kahit na ang lakas ng buhos ng ulan . Hindi naman sa gusto kong mabasa pero, ewan ko ba, di ko din alam eh. At ayun nga ang nangyari, kahit na may payong akong dala eh naging biktima pa din ng tubig ang ibabang bahagi ng pantalon ko at ang sapatos kong "water proof" daw. 

Bigla kong naalala nung bata pa ako. Sa tuwing bubuhos ang ulan ng ganito ay walang anu-ano ay lalabas ako at maliligo sa ulan. Ang bata nga naman. Walang inaalala. Walang pakundangan. Hindi magpapagil. Ganun ako noon. Masaya dahil nababasa ng ulan. Tapos pu-pwesto pa sa may bagsakan ng alulod ng aming bahay at itatama ang uluhan sa bumabagsak na tubig. Malamig pero masarap sa pakiramdam. Lalo na't kasama mo pa ang mga kababata mong halos araw-araw mong kasama, kakwentuhan at kung minsan, kaaway mo pa. May dala ka pang tabo at balde, at kung ubod ka ng sosyal at yaman, may pa-water-water gun ka pa. Oopps. Biglang dumaan sa likuran ko ang ka-opisina ko. Anak ng?! Sabay pindot ko sa minimize. Ayoko lang ng may nakakabasa sa ginagawa ko. Naiilang talaga ako. Hay, salamat sa kanya at nawala ako sa konsentrasyon. 

Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagta-type pa din dito? Kaunting minuto na lang eh trabaho na ulit ah. Buti na lang at malakas ako sa mga bossing ko. Ang kapal. Ulan, ulan, ulan... Ayan, tumigil ata.

Kaya pala di diretso ang tulog ko kagabi. Walang humpay pala ang iyak ng kalangitan. May bagyo ba? O kahit ang mga nasa itaas ay nagda-drama din kung minsan? Malay natin. Lahat naman siguro ng bagay ay may emosyon. Naniniwala ako dun. Walang pakialaman ah. Ay, may bagyo nga daw sabi ni Vic Sotto sa Eat Bulaga.

Biglang pumasok sa aking kaisipan ang isang pangyayari sa akin nitong nakaraang taon. May mga nangyaring kakatwa, malungkot, at kung minsan, kataka-taka. Pero itong karanasan na 'to ang pinaka-paborito ko sa lahat. May tao akong nakilala at oo, umuulan din nun. Nung una eh di ko naman pinapansin na parang may pattern kapag magkikita kami. Pero siya na mismo ang nagsabi nung huli kaming magkita na sa tuwing umuulan lang kami nagkikita tapos pag biglang titigil ang ulan, wala na. Magic. Lupet noh? May karanasan akong ganun at hindi ako nagbibiro. Di ko din masabi na multo yung taong yun pero nakapagtataka sya eh. O baka ako ang multo? Layo naman ata. Kaya ko naman nasabi yun eh dahil sa nung huli ko syang nakita eh kumain kami sa isang mamahaling restoran tapos nakaupo pa kami malapit sa glass window. Dumaan pa nga nun ang mga kaklase ko, kinawayan ko sila tapos di ko alam kung napansin nila ako o hindi -- o kahit ang kasama ko. Kahina-hinala naman eh halos ilang dipa lang ang layo namin sa kanila. Parang yung glass window lang ang nakaharang at hindi naman tinted ang salamin eh di na ako/kami napansin. Ano kami, cloaked? Parang Hary Potter lang na may invisibility cloak? O baka naman may kinalaman ang ulan-ulan na yan? Ang gulo di'ba? Teka, may rain fairy ba? May urban legend ba tungkol dun?

Baka 'yan ang epekto pag masyadong may pagkagusto sa tubig. Yung tipong nakatanga lang sa bintana, pinapanood at pinakikinggan ang ulan. Ganun nga pala ako mula nung bata ako kung kaya't ang bilis lumipas ng oras kahit iyon lang ang ginagawa ko.  Kung ang lahat nga ng bagay ay may emosyon at nakakadama, baka napansin nga ako ng ulan na nakatitig lang sa kanya. Marahil ay naramdaman niyang masaya akong nanonood habang siya ay pumaparito sa lupa na animo'y parang isang dalagang sasayaw sa entablado o isang pintor na sinusubukang iguhit muli ang mundo. Sabay palakpak ng aking mga kamay.

Tumila na ang ulan pero wala pa din ang team leader namin. Ang tagal naman ng lunchbreak niya. Hahahaha! Buti na lang at wala masyadong ginagawa at may pa-merienda pa sila mamaya. Buti na lang. Ayan, kakain na pala kami. Oh siya, magdala ka ng payong para di ka mabasa.

Teka, nawawala ang payong ko!

Along the way...

Okay. First things first. Hello.

I read a couple of blogs lately. Some are months old and some are just recently posted not so many hours ago. And that left me hanging. Why can't I post anything entertaining here in my blog? The answer? I'm afraid. Afraid that no one will read it and just keep it as it is. Swift as the wind, as they say. But hell, let me tell you something I think worth reading. It may sound a little bit off but why care, right? It's just a story. Some fragments of my memory. Yes, memories.

Travelling is one of my favorite things to do and even though most of time I am commuting, I make the most of it. I feel like whenever I travel I am feeding myself something intangible -- something I do not know. Perhaps, it's happiness. I'm not sure but I guess it's the closest answer I can give to myself. I tend to see fresh faces and with some divine luck, I might get to know the person. Nothing's wrong with that one, correct? As long as the conscience is good. 

I met a lot of people as I walk the path I chose. Some of them are fun to be with. Others, really got my attention. And a few are so so... uhm, -- what should I call them? -- exceptional. And come to think of it, my life's definitely like an anime. Remember a guy in some anime where all his friends are bunch of pretty girls from school? It's like I'm that guy. Hahaha. It may sound funny but I can't help thinking about it. This is my version of it.

The Tower Knight. There is this girl I met a year ago and she's hell of a beaut. Being tall and all -- beauty and brains -- she's one a man must show to the altar and marry. I was her classmate in the review school during those days but we never talked in classes. But then again, like they always say, things happen in the most unexpected places. We met in a bookstore where I was searching for this odd book I keep looking for some time now. And there she was standing reading a novel. I'm so fond of her beauty that is why with all bravery that the universe can offer, I approached her and asked what's in my head. Damn not only her looks but her attitude as well. During that time, I felt like I met an odd girl. So that was the reason I'm in that bookstore. To met an odd girl. She's cheerful, always smiling. Often asking me things that can make someone happy -- even me. She's a literal joker and God, how I love the way she shows her teeth whenever she poses for a smile. I do like her. And her to me? Well... This is what happened. She confessed indirectly (She's not vocal when it comes to those things involving heart matters)  her feelings to me. My response? I rejected her. It's the most wise decision a man can make, in my opinion. I mean, given her omnipotent beauty and all, she's not the one for me and I for her. Additionally, she also had a boyfriend. I don't wanna be the catalyst to break their bond. Or a snake to ruin their lives. My conscience cannot stand that idea. So there was I giving her the reason to cry. She can't blame me, after all. Yes, I do love her in some point but only as a friend. Perhaps my eyes can see what is her role in my life and better leave it as it is.

The Untouchable. Also happened a year ago, there was this girl whom I met. Okay, honestly, I did not meet her or had the chance to see her in person. How can that happen? I was with my brother and we're buying tickets for a movie we really wanted to see. Looking back to that particular memory, that day was an ordinary brother-bonding moment day. Watch a movie. Eat a big meal. And voila, go home eventually. But that girl saw me in the ticket booth that same day and identified me as her sister's schoolmate. She sent me a private message to my Facebook account asking me if I was the one she saw. I confirmed it and thus the start of our weird relationship, quote-unquote, partnership. Up to this point in time, we never see each other in person. Oh, wait. She can see me like twice a week but I can't see her. Pretty weird. We communicate by sending messages via Facebook and imagine the thread we made. You can write a book with that! She's like me. Same persona, I think. Or maybe because we're both first-born. Similar attitudes. Both freaks (What's the connection, I don't know!). Blah blah! I frequently asks her to watch a movie with my brother and a personal friend but she always hesitate to come saying she's got an errand to do or an appointment to attend. How I wonder. If Jose Rizal's Noli Me Tangere is a person, that girl would be it. Disregard the thought of shaking her hand if someday we'll meet, but the thought of seeing her face to face? It's not that hard to do, right? To compensate that meeting up, I'll keep teasing her (alright, even pestering her) hair. What a vague way to do.

The Dream. Of all the exceptional girls I know, this girl garnered the impossible. I met her in a church where she approached me and offer her hand for a handsake. After knowing bits of each other, we ate lunch and with some heaven's luck (I believed it after all) we had our date later that night. Every week during that time, I got the chance to see her and talk to her. Being with her is extraordinary. Imagine a girl you just met, stops in a local convenience store, buys a Milo chocolate powder sachet, and eats it in front of you. How weird and funny is that? On the other hand, we agreed on many things.  Damn her eyes. Its her wonderful eyes I keep on blaming. Whenever she stares at me, the idea that the Dark Lord Sauron looks at me from his throne pops into my head or like Medusa's gaze that can petrify me in seconds. It's infectious. Toxic. Unnatural. Her beauty is one of a kind and I consider her as the most gorgeous of all. She saw the real me -- the hidden kid inside a mysterious shell. But in most stories that we read and heard about, reality bites. Not all are happy endings. Fairy tales are also a no no. Fantasies can kill. Months passed and I never saw her again. I tried to call her several times before but I failed to hear from her again. Why can't I see her once more? Was she a dream? Or am I her dream? Never had the chance to tell her what I wanted to say -- what I truly feel. Seeing her again years from now is such a long shot. I'll wage anyway. And hope...yeah, hope.


Thank you for reading. Have a nice day! =)

A day to remember...

This is the day I will sure remember.

I made it.

I did it.

I passed the recent CPA Board Exam. ^_^

______________

(I am so happy yet so speechless...)

Muni-muni

Oo, mahirap. Mahirap ang mag-aral ng propesyong ito. Sandamakmak na mga libro, ga-bundok na papel na gamit para sa pag-solve ng mga accounting problems, at nakapapayat na stress -- ay iilan lamang sa mga produkto ng pagpasok sa propesyong ito. Masaya naman kahit mahirap. Sweet torture, ika nga. Kahit magkahalu-halo na ang mga rules na kailangang tandaan, isa-isip, at sa isa-puso, okay pa din. Kaya pa...kaya pa. Apat na taong pakikipag-patintero kay kamatayan nung kolehiyo para di matanggal sa accountancy program tapos ngayon pa susuko? Nakakaasar naman ata yun. *sigh* Para san pa ang pinagsisikapan kong pangarap? Mawawala na lang?

Ang pinakamahirap na exam daw ang Law dahil nga siguro na walang pagpipilian (multiple choice) na mga sagot para sa mga tanong. Sanaysay kasi ang isasagot dun kapag Bar Exam. At isa pa, Korte Suprema ang nangangasiwa sa eksaminasyong yun.

Sa CPA Licensure exam, iba naman. May mga pagpipilian naman kaso kung di maingat ang sasagot, yari siya. May mga pagpipilian kasi na akala mo na yun ang tamang sagot tapos di naman pala. May isa pang sitwasyon na mararamdaman mong "you are torn between two...answers (not lovers)". Yun ang nakakatawa sa lahat. Pero kung alam mo ang konsepto at tanda mo ang rule para sa tanong na yun, simple na lang. Kaso, masyadong maraming RULES sa pag-aaral ng accounting. Sadyang marami.

Pito ang mga subjects na kailangang aralin para makapasa sa CPA Board Exam. Ito ay ang:

• Management Services
• Business Law and Taxation
• Theory of Accounts
• Auditing Theory
• Auditing Problems
• Practical Accounting 1
• Practical Accounting 2

Paborito ko ang Practical Accounting 2. Sa katunayan pag may mga quizzes/exams kami nung kolehiyo pa ako, magaganda ang mga lumalabas na resulta. Minsan ay ako pa nga ang pinakamataas. Pero bonus na sa akin yun. Gusto ko lang talaga yung subject na yun. Mechanical lang kasi at wala masyadong rules na tatandaan. Pero, sige ka, yun ang naturingang killer subject sa pito.

Una akong kumuha ng CPA exam nung isang taon (October 2010). Di ako pumasa. Pero di din naman ako bumagsak. Na-conditioned ako. Ibig sabihin? Kailangan kong kunin ulit ang mga subjects na may grado akong mababa sa 75%. Dalawa ang mga subject na yun sa kaso ko. Practical Accounting 1 at Practical Accounting 2. Yung sa P1, tanggap ko pa. Di ko naman talaga hilig ang subject na yun. Marahil ay dahil na rin sa propesor namin nung kolehiyo ako na akala mo kung sino at halatang hindi alam ang itinuturo.

(...after exam.)Professor : Mga hindi kasi kayo nagbabasa kaya ang baba ng grado niyo.

Ako: Nagbabasa kami. Hindi lang kapareho at kaliteral ng binabasa mo. 

Nadismaya ako ng malaman kung di ko man lang nai-75% ang P2. 63% ang nakuha ko dun at yun ang pinakamababa ko sa pito. Paborito ko pero iniwan ako sa ere. Paborito ko ngunit pinabayaan ako. O kaya naman ako ang nagpabaya? Nakakapanghinayang man, dahil 88% ang pinakamataas ko, kailangan kong mag-aral ulit. Kailangang ipasa na. Kailangang malagpasan na.

Saan na ba ako ngayon? At nasaan na ba sila? Ang mga kaibigan ko na wala pa ata sa sampu, di ko na sila nakikita. Yung isa, nars na. Kapapasa lang. Yung isa, nasa Baguio, may 3DS na. Yung dalawang malapit sa akin, wala kaming komunikasyon. Kinukumusta ko naman pero wala. Zero backlog. Solo akong haharap sa Mayo. Solo lang. Hep, kasama pala ang water jug ko -- ang naturingan kong kasangga, karamay, at kung anu-ano pa.

Gusto kong makita ang mga kaibigan ko para maramdaman ko na may kaibigan ako. Pero kung ayaw, okay lang. Sana lang kung nasan man sila, kung ano man ang ginagawa nila, maabot sana sila ng mensahe ko. Na kahit kailan, kahit saan, kahit iilan lang sila, at kahit ilang tao pa ang makilala ko bukod sa kanila; iniaalay ko ang mga makakamtan ko sa buhay para sa inyo.

Miss ko na kayo...

~BWC

~LAR

~JO

~JPC

~MKT

at kay RDR, na hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin mapagtanto kung ikaw ay talagang aking nakilala o isa ka lamang panaginip. Ang mensahe ko sa'yo ay...isa kang manhid. (Parang sinabihan ko ata ang sarili ko. Tinamaan kasi ako.)

Final pre-board exam. T-minus 60 hours.

Mock P1 and P2 exam....favorable.

Victory is at hand!

May the Father of Understanding guide me.

A Sunny Day in MOA...

Yesterday, my younger brother and I went to SM Mall of Asia to have some bonding moments. Yep, it's been a while since we hang out together. After planning it for a few weeks beforehand, it finally materialize. And what exactly did we do in the mall? The usual thing, of course! :)

I browsed the mall's website about two days ago regarding the screening time for the movie Sucker Punch to be played in IMAX. And so, I told my brother that we watch it as early as 11:30 in the morning to have some spare time to wander around the mall to look for things we buy and fantasize. Unfortunately, due to delays in traffic and some things, we arrived 7 minutes late than the exact time. Thus, we decided to watch it in the 2:00pm slot. Not a bad thing actually, so we reversed our plan. We then choose to go around the mall first.

Techies -- that's what me and my brother are. We also do love clothes and apparels but when it comes to electronic gadgets, count us in. The good thing about MOA is that they have a huge selection of electronic store for us to visit. We entered Datablitz -- to check some game console prices along with the game libraries, some cellular phone retailers -- to check some new models and prices, PC shops -- for me to canvass and search for some rare piece of hardware. What actually transpired us in our venture is our visit in the Apple Store. Every product they have there were like gold in our eyes. The store was in fact a gold mine to us. High-end gadgets that can send a layman back to stone age. And that's what happened to me. I'm like a dumb lost in the future. My brother loves Apple that is why he knows a lot of things in the store. Our eyes feasted solely in the iPod touch. It's freaking amazing. In the end, we agreed to save money, have our "alternate" personal bank accounts be restricted just to buy that godly thingy. Wew, what a piece of device!
Afterwards we left the goldmine and headed to some bookstores.

"Fully Booked" and "Power Books" are my favorite bookstores in the city. Of course, I also love Booksale. But only Booksale in Megamall. LOL. I really wanted to buy a new book so I looked for one or two. Since there are rumors that Stephen King's The Darktower will hit the big screen in the near future...oh, wait... it's been confirmed that it will be seen as a movie on 2013. Imagine that! Back to the thing, I really wanted to read the series. But I can't find The Gunslinger --the first in the series. All I saw in those bookstores are from Book 2 onwards. Unlucky me. Disappointed and sad, I told my brother that we should have a seat for a while or perhaps to have a snack. The 2:00PM mark is drawing close anyway, I told him.

We had our snack in Dunkin' Cafe which at first I thought was not Dunkin' Donuts but in fact it was. The funny thing between us brothers is that whenever one of us wanted something, may it be food or anything, it will end up that both of us have the same thing. It's like a "twin" effect. But in no case, we're twins. Haha. But when we were small kids, people say that we're like twins. Same clothes, same haircut, same things. Everything.

After eating sandwiches and chocolate drinks, we watched Sucker Punch in IMAX. Whether the movie was great or bad, it's a personal thing. Here is my review.

It's time for us to go home but I insisted we visit again some bookstores because I really need to buy something before we go home. My brother browsed some men's magazines and even kid me that why spend my money on buying books when in fact I don't get anything from it. I just told him that it's my ultimate vice, if that's what other people may call it. At least I don't smoke and drink, or even take drugs. The good thing about me is my vices. It may cost too damn much but hell, as long as I'm happy with it, why not?

In the end, I bought this book.

It was a clincher match between "Under the Dome" and "Full Dark, No Stars".

The accountant in me emerged and analyzed my two options using Relevant Costing. Under the Dome, paperback at P520.00 vs. Full Dark, No Stars, hardcover at P990.00.

I bought Under the Dome and will still be considering Full Dark, No Stars in the upcoming weeks. Welcome to my small library, "Under the Dome"!

Paper crane, though, was not included when I bought the book. LOL! :)





Have a nice day!

Mission Accomplished!

I began my Wednesday with music from the all-beaut of this whole wide world, Taylor Swift. Not only she's pretty, she can actually sing and her songs were written as well. What a complete package for a girl. No doubt about that.

Moving along, tis been a very busy day for me. And I lasted, hmm..let us see.., ha! I lasted about 8 hours with no food in my stomach! What a record-breaking feat. If you can call that a feat.

Early today, after taking my bath, I tend to have some hot water so that I can sip some coffee before I leave the house. Unfortunately, we ran out of coffee, and the hot water I prepared? It spoiled. *sigh* Then off I go to my first destination -- National Statistics Office or simply NSO. It was my first stop to have a copy or two of my birth certificate. I got there as early as 8:15 in the morning. There were many applicants like me to get there own. Thank the heavens that even if we are so many, the volume of people out there during that time were tolerable. The processing and screening run smoothly without me noticing it. It took me only forty-five minutes to complete the whole thingy. In my opinion, that is favorable in its strictest sense. Imagine back in the days where no computers and when you apply for a copy they'll tell you to be back in a couple of days. Pretty long, right?

The City Hall was still the same when I got there after my venture in the NSO. My objective this time? That is to get my Poll Tax certificate (cedula). It took me, I think 10 minutes to have it. Although it was fast like a speeding bullet, there was some kind of drawback. You know, what it is? As far as my study is concern, and by reading some notes in taxation, the poll tax for an individual is only five pesos (or Php 5). That is what I read and ultimately, it's the law! The damn cashier, collected twenty-six pesos from me (or Php 26). Hence, their collection from me was overstated. I wonder why. Corruption? Tsk tsk tsk.


Minutes passed the hour of 10 and I find myself inside a studio to have some pictures (passport size). I paid. Fixed myself a little. And showed the camera my soon-to-forgotten smile. LOL. It was a relief to see the finished pictures and telling myself, "How good-looking you are, m'friend!"

My appointment to have an ECG was honestly started last year. And no single day I came. What a pity for me. That is why I insisted to have it this day. Tis my first time to have a medical test like that. Some metals were attached to my two wrists and yes, two also for my ankles. Some plastic/metal thingy were also placed in my chest, near my heart. And then wires were connected to all those things as if I'm gonna die via electrocution. The machine began to start. It printed sheets of paper where I only see were graphs. The session ended telling me that the result shall be given and explained to my Mom. There's something fishy about that moment. Oh well.

The last destination was my dentist. It's been like a year since I saw that face of my good dentist. The line of patient was short but heck, each patient dealt like an hour or two with the man. I finished reading a book, I slept, I sang. Those were the things I did to kill time. I successfully killed time. But how long? Three hours! Three solid hours! Eventually, it was paid off when a new set of metal braces were placed in my teeth. Can't eat hard foods in the meantime but sure I can handle it in the next few days.

In the end, my mission for today was accomplished. I felt that I was productive and a little bit responsible. Yes, a little. =)

A Shitty Tuesday...

Yesterday was supposed to be like any other Tuesday for me. You know, do stuffs like this and stuffs like that. Read a book, rest a bit, study, check the internet for interesting news and all. But that day, I mean yesterday? Shit, it was a pain in the ass! I do not actually believe Friday the 13th because of the notion that it can bring bad luck to anyone. Hell, it was the 15th yesterday! What's wrong with that, anyway?

Here is the story...

I'm doing something important yesterday when I realized that it's time to go out and have some fresh air. Not a bad idea, right? So I walked out of the house, breathe some fresh air. Yeah, I stayed out a couple of minutes outside and suddenly bad luck came. I was about to go inside when I was accidentally cut by a rusted roof in my elbow. Of course, it bleed. The size of the cut? Perhaps it's about 1.5 to 2 inches in length. I'm so disappointed of what has happened. I was like, "Oh shit! My f*cking deathclock appears now above my head." I rushed to clean it up the way an ordinary injury should be treated. Rinse it with water and soap. The bleeding, it won't stop. I tend to get an alcohol and a couple of tissue papers; afterwards I applied them on the wound. The pain is not that hard to resist but the thought of being killed by a rusted roof or should I say Tetano/Tetanus (whichever of these two) was the last thing in my mind to send me off to the afterlife. Not a remarkable death scene, am I right?

I went to the hospital later that evening. The doctor looked at my wound then he told the nurse to inject me some antivirus to counter the Tetano/Tetanus. I was never afraid of syringes but the excruciating pain that I felt afterwards, it was new to me. I got two shots of injections. One in my right shoulder and another in my left. Shortly after the doctor told me the do's and the don'ts, I went back home.

As of now, my wound is recovering fine. I think, it's dry now. Now as for my shoulders who got pinned by two needles, they are a little bit okay but I can still feel the pain. Maybe because of the antivirus, that is.

I hope nothing serious happens to me in the couple of days. If there'll be, I like it in a positive way. If it isn't, so help me God.