A recap on my "experiment"

Last night after I typed my "so-called" experiment, I was running so fast so that I can go back to my room in time for the last note of the bugle sound that marks TATTOO inspection. After settling down, I was thinking about how my experiment went. I realized that I really do have so much to say if I am just allowed to say it. The six minutes that I had was actually very short and yet I was able to type so much ideas. Imagine, I remembered watching Brighton Beach Memoirs and I watched it when I was in 3rd year high school. Then I remembered how enjoyable my slumber was that afternoon. It was actually raining very hard and I was hoping that a friend would visit me, but then again she did not come so I decided that I will just sleep the afternoon away. Then the rain started and the climate became so conducive to sleeping. When I woke up aroung 4 o'clock to pee, I was very very sleepy still that I think I was not able to greet some upperclass that I saw while walking towards the sink. When I came back to my bunks, I just continued to sleep as if I never really woke up. Well that was fun.

Anyway, I learned from that experiment that I really have so much to say about everything. I think if I was given a day or something to just write whatever it is that I want I will be able to write a novel of some sort. The whole day yesterday, I was having this feeling of just wanting to write anything. When I went back to barracks after eating my lunch I just wanted to sit in front of the computer, but then I fell asleep. Finally, when study period came, I just sat on my chair then started to read 20 questions (its actually a play that won a Palanca in 2003, I suggest you read it if you still haven't just click the link). After that, I then felt the urge again to write, then my room mate started acting out a play from our Literature Book. It was fun and as I said it reminded me of a play I watched in the distant past. All in all, the experiment validates the flow of ideas. How fun spontaniety is, and of course it just confirms how wild my mind can be at times. Well if you think there are still others that I missed about the experiment, just comment..... maybe next time I'll think of some other wild idea.

6 minutes

I'm doing this experiment. I have around five minutes to type anything before I have to rush to my room for tattoo inspection.

Earlier today I slept the whole afternoon, enjoying the cool baguio climate thanks to the rain that was so good to people like me. I had a nice time reading a play with my room mate something that reminded me of the Brighton Beach Memoirs that I saw when I was in High school. I'm typing very fast so that I can beat time. I hope we'll be allowed to go out when the firstclass will go down to Manila for Independence day. I hope to see the people that I want to see, I hope I can unwind just for a day. Anyway my time is up, I'll do a recap tomorrow :)

Love hurts

Let me tell you a story. Falling in love is just so amazing, I wonder how it moves people into doing what they normally wouldn't do. Well, in the past days I was a witness to a love story unfolding right before my very own eyes. The characters are normal people; my room mate and his girlfriend. The situation is this, my roommate is with this girl for about three years now. At first I thought he really does not love the girl, especially when he talks about his flings but then the events that unfolded this past days kind of reminded me of things that have happened to another person in a different stage of my life.

Here in the Philippine Military Academy, we are the stars. When we walk, people look at us, they see us as if we're some kind of movie icons and mind you they ask us to be in a picture with them. Well, perhaps it is the uniform, maybe the PMA "thing" but this is the thing that kind of makes our life here a little bit interesting. When we see beautiful ladies roaming around our Camp and then ask for their numbers it is very seldom that they refuse and often times it is only because they are attached to someone else. So to put it simply, as cadets we are heart throbs. And so the story goes that my room mate, who is also a cadet, has had his share of being sought after by ladies. Of course, when loneliness sets in, we just can't help it, its there laid in a silver platter. But it is not to say that we are some maniacs who simply take advantage of the prestige we are accorded as cadets. And this is the point I am to drive at as I go on with this story.

The downside of being a cadet is when we have to bear the loneliness of being far away. We try to be the best that we can be despite of the separation from the people that love us, the people that support us, and the people that we want to be with. And this is what happened. My room mate had to bear the loneliness to be distant from his loved one. The conflict begins when his girlfriend eventually meets up with another guy from her place. Well, I could say that the guy was simply willing to listen. And then it happened. In one of the letters of my roommate's girlfriend she said that she went on "bonding" with this guy. This word actually caused so much stir that it lead to a series of sleepless nights for my roommate and also for me and my other roommates who just had to listen to his unending sonata of frustrations over his seemingly troubled relationship. And then finally, in one phone call, my room mate broke down-- he cried, as in he cried like a little baby. I wonder how intense his feeling thatit caused him to cry. At that point, I believed him when he said that he really loved his girlfriend. My roommate is some guy who has all the potential of being great at what he does. I mean we are to become soldiers, our spirits are solid rock, but then at the end of if all, love will melt that spirit. You see, here in the prestigious Philippine Military Academy, when the rest of the world thinks that we are some brat who waste the government's money, we are human beings. Although people may perceive as to be unfaithful, and our girlfriends always has this notion that we go around dating whoever it is that comes our way inside the halls of Fort del Pilar, we are loving individuals. Just like the rest of those who belong to the male species, we feel the same love that they feel, we are able to offer the same love that they are able to offer, and we feel devastated just like the way others are devastated when their relationship fails. Yes, love hurts and it hurts bad even from where we are...

In the last 24 hours

My feeling right now is kind of weird. So many thing happened in a very short time. Yesterday, we had visitors at the mess hall, they were the officers of the Philippine Air Force Flying School and it was nice to chat with my upperclass who are now officers, then tragedy struck 4 of them crashed just a few kilometers near Baguio, and then we have the first casualties of the PMA class of 2001, four actually, they were my brother's classmates. It's the talk of everybody in the barracks the whole day and we can just feel sad knowing that another one of our ranks have perished doing their duty......

And then I was browsing through my friends list in friendster and suddenly I missed my brother. I clicked on his profile and read all of the testimonials to him by his friends and I realized that my brother is such a good person. Actually, I kind of remembered how true the testimonials were for my brother. Like the Jordan thing, believe it or not, even now I, I used the word GULANTANG in so many ways because I first heard it from my brother who simply has this weird taste for funny sounding words such as Mangmang and others. I realized that we are indeed drifting apart and soon we will be living different lives and we'll just see each other every now and then. I remembered the last time I talked to him in a sentimental way was the day before I was going back to Baguio last March. It was in Jollibee after we rented VCDs, I could see the maturity of my brother who has changed so much from the little boy who use to throw tantrums when he does not like the food served in the table. I remembered how he used to cry all by himself when he remembers my mother and then tries his very best to hide it from us. Well, I hope he visits me here one of this days, that would really make me very happy maybe talk to him about things, about life, about plans even about topics that we never talked about before. I wanted to share to him my insights about several issues about life, things that I learned and things that I wanted to say to him that I was never able to say. I hope he becomes a good person, lives a good life and raises a perfect family. Well, I'm just lonely

I have nothing to say now, maybe I'll write again sometime when I'm not being too sentimental :)

Deficiency check!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, my deficiency in Differential Calculus is now down to 2.4 and it's still going down :)