First Semester:

Nursing 1 - Reciology - The study of the behavioral foundations of health and illness, the behavior of man by the disciplines of anthropology, psychology and sociology. It is resonant with the study of octogenarians. It focuses on the implications, not the particulars. It is also about repetitive jokes and histories, life lessons and a whole lot of moral discipline. Beware of locked doors.

Philosophy 1 - The Philosophy of Philosophy - Let me pause. DO YOU GET THE POINT? It's the rational inquiry of the fundamental concerns of man. It is also philosophy students evaluating their own capacities.

Communications 1 - Reading with Loads of Writing - It is a very toxic subject with a very kind yet toxic professor which focuses on three things: outlining, precis writing and paraphrasing. Requirements are a must.

Mathematics 11 - High School Algebra Turned College - Math professors have the ability to transform the things one knows into things that would make brains bleed.

Physical Education 2 - Arnis -Stick bashing, hitting, striking and playing patintero when the professor's late rolled into one subject.

National Service Training Program - CWTS 1 - Civil Welfare Training Service, also Combined Workshop and Thinking Sessions.

* Last Friday, I went to Masci at a very early time of 7 am. I was that early because I just hitched at my aunt’s service to work (which would save me a lot of money – transportation is expensive these days). I kept on winding around the halls, all around the school for 5 hours (all around a school you could tour in 5 minutes) and looking and talking to people who know I was a part of the institution back then. Being an alumnus is both fine and terrible at its own ways. (Special thanks to Alyssa Engracia, Masaki Mitsuhashi and Royce Margaux Dimailig!)

* When I was in an anticipated mass for the celebration of the Corpus Christi, the priest announced a change in the Communion. Since people were few that day (and they were really few ever since and will be that few for a long time), the priest allowed a special ceremonial method of taking the Eucharist. People can go to the altar, get a Host from the chalice and dip it in another chalice for wine and receive it as commemorated in Corpus Christi. That was a new experience for me, and for everyone in the halls of the parish. It gave a new light for contemplation.

* I have restored my liking for extensive cooking. I was taught by my aunts on how to peel, dice, slice, and do the mechanical food processing methods (I am a dumb ass in that field). We also cooked a few dishes that required lots of experience, such as a nearly failed laing that needed more coconut milk.

* I bathed in the rain today. It was a good way to detoxify and appreciate nature, and also an excuse to bathe without using too much water (I take a long time inside the shower).

* I have received a lot of new clothes because I need to mix and match different outfits for almost 30 days using only a very few shirts and pairs of trousers. I have a modest closet, and I need to pump it a little for me to survive classes that did not require uniforms (except maybe when we are about to be in duty).

* My aunts and cousin are into the Elvis fever. They revived his former glory by watching a 3-volume personal tribute to him, including concerts, and began crushing on him again. Songs that Elvis sung became the official sounds of the day, and then we were dancing too it. I got to enjoy music from way beyond six feet under. I guess we all need a bit of history.

* Cake has become an official food source for me (part of my food pyramid). There still would be other crazy ideas to fulfill.

My inay Pauline Ballacillo tagged me for five funny moments of my childhood.

[Inay, I miss you! jay-v to pauba]

Okay. Drum roll please.

#1: I went once to Don Bosco Makati when I was in Grade 1 wearing a barong, whereas everyone wore kamisa de tsino and pajamas in celebration of the Linggo of Wika. I really thought back then I heard my adviser tell the class that one must wear the complete barong suit that day. I was scolded by my adviser, and told me to remove the abaca outfit because it's too hot. To think I argued to my mom about this. I kept defending the barong when we were at home.

The funny thing (for me, that is if ...) is when we were on the road (and were stuck in traffic, so I came late, and I wore that barong, whoa! Double the fun and embarrassment!) a traffic aide noticed my formalwear and asked if we were going to a wedding.

#2: There was this time when Pokemon was the greatest game craze. I really loved playing it in the very antique Gameboy Color (which I still have and I still play with... Naks! Vintage!). I was so addicted to the game that I sleep talk about it. My brother told me that I was mimicked the battles in the game, that while I was dozing I would suddenly shout "Ice Beam!" and then the sudden rattle of Pokemon moves. I was only told about this, so I am not really sure of its validity. Anyway, I only play Pokemon Crystal version in my Gameboy if I want to detoxify.

#3: When I was young I ate very little and the whole clan of Gatdula ate lunch at Kamayan for some Sundays. Every person was given the eat-all-you-can platter that cost about 450 pesos (not sure at the actual price). Since I ate like an ant back then, everyone who saw me felt that I wasted P450. My aunt (who paid for the bill) was a bit frustrated of this.

One time when everyone ate at Kamayan, I was exiled to Italliani's... alone.

I had a plate of pasta, some grilled steak, a tall sherbet and strawberry cheese cake. That latter of food was way more expensive than the P450 worth of varied Filipino delicacies.

My cousins who came in late joined me in the greatest food exile on earth. After that, I really enjoyed feasting in restaurants.

#4: When I was a toddler, my parents needed to shield my eyes when we will pass any McDonald’s for fear of a sudden expense and severe thrashing. When I saw the big yellow M back then (I was only told about this, so I am not really sure if it’s true, but I believe it anyway) and IF we were about to skip it and continue traveling, I would cry, scream, shout and point at the sign. My dad suffered a terrible beating from me if we didn’t go there and buy some fast food.

Preferences change (I now love Burger King), and surely I don’t have the tantrums now for delectable choices of fast food.

#5: This piece of information that I am about to reveal is very embarrassing for me when I was young. I was too shy to express this grievance to other people back then.

Now everyone who will read this... shall have the honor of making me a laughingstock for some time.

...

My digestive system played a very major role on these events. Blame him, not me. He is a weak type of organ system.

When I was in kindergarten I pooed in class. Reason: Diarrhea. It was a sudden gush. And then the sluggish spread of the odor.
When I was in Grade 6 I was farting like crazy. Every 5 minutes or so a despicable smell would circulate in the air-conditioned room. Reason: Constipation (leads to gas formations in the intestines that leads to flatulence). I was then termed Pururut Salad until I graduated.

*applause*

Ten people to tag! Oh my. I'm tagging everyone else who hasn’t done this post. (I really hope you are only ten.)

Ciao~

Weird thing #1: Yesterday, when I went to my cousin's house to trade Pokemon (we were cost-cutting fun), I bought a crispy banana roll (whoa, hindi ba pwedeng turon na lang?!?! Thanks to Chicharon Flower for the translation!) so that I could eat something while treading the long path to the residence of my cousin. Instead of giving me my snack in a plastic bag, the cook gave me a stick. To be exact, it was a banana cue stick.

"Tuhugin mo na lang."

I said, uh, okay.

And so I was there, walking, short of four pesos, and nibbling a turon on a stick.

Weird thing #2: When I went back to my aunt's house yesterday afternoon after all that trading, I saw four mayas flying together. How cute, I presumed, because I think that was kind of rare. Then they were chirping quite boisterously, and then I noticed the belligerent pecking. The birds flew in random paths, staggering up and down, and still continued the war.

I thought then only chickens do fight like in sabong.

I was dead wrong because I walked past an extraordinary fight of nature.

Weird thing #3: There was this song entitled "Alleluia" in the CD that contained choral music from different university chorales. I listened to it, and quite enjoyed it. It is the first song that I have heard that contained only one word for its lyrics. Six good minutes of Alleluia.

I sent a group message saying that the truth hurts.

I haven’t been confirmed, and I am already sixteen.

I attended the confirmation ceremonies of my cousin Jan Reynald today at the Holy Trinity Parish here in San Nicolas, Cavite. I wasn’t the one to be confirmed, not even a godfather.

I was the official photographer for my cousin.

(I am avoiding apostrophes and double quotation marks because my template doesn’t support it. As you have read some of my posts these symbols in particular appear weird.)

So I was there, watching a lot of people twelve years old and above getting ready to renew their baptism and confirm their entity of being a Christian. The liturgy of the Word was observed.

The great part here was the homily of one of the youngest bishops in the Philippines, His Excellency, Luis Antonio Tagle. According to my aunt he is a very bright bishop, and with that he was ordained immediately.

He started about discussing the importance of the sacrament of Confirmation and its deep link with baptism and the Eucharist. He then pressed the issues of how some people take Confirmation for granted, and how a newly Confirmed Christian must act. After receiving the certificate, Bishop Tagle pressed some issues about how people have distorted the purpose of godparents. They should be guides to the people who consider them as second parents. It’s not about the gifts.

Bishop Tagle: Kayong mga dalagita, ‘wag patulan ang mga lalaking presko agad sa inyo! Kristyano ako, sabihin mo, at huwag mo akong bastusin, sabay sampal! Hindi porket gwapo yung lalaki sasabihin mo ay sige wag mo lang ako halikan!
(laughter arose)
Bishop Tagle: Sa mga lalaki naman! Magkaroon kayo ng dangal! Hindi yung pagnakakita ng magandang babae e parang nauulol! Kristyano ako! Meron akong dignidad!
Bishop Tagle: Taas ang kamay ng mga ninong at ninang!
(godparents raised their hands then)
Bishop Tagle: Kayong mga ninong at ninang, huwag magbigay sa inyong mga inaanak!
(people clap in a mixture of laughter and a little frustration for the godchildren who are expecting, err, something)
Bishop Tagle: Taas ang kamay ng mga kukumpilan!
(hands appeared in the air)
Bishop Tagle: kapag binigyan kayo ng regalo ng inyong ninong at ninag, ‘wag nyong tanggapin!
(people laugh at the insane yet true and sensible mockery of the usual tradition)

The Bishop then described his thumb, which he told everyone that was already thinning because of the thousands of foreheads that he has anointed.

The ceremony was quiet and well organized. The Bishop skipped the Eucharist and proceeded with the Lord’s Prayer, then ended the ceremonial with the blessing of the Holy Spirit.

As for my photography, as I took a photo of my cousin being anointed and viewed it, I was dismayed at the result. Bishop Tagle had a very big hand and my cousin’s face was covered. I was too amateur of a photographer.

I had other ideas.

So I took a picture of them in front of the altar, besides a good pot of flowers, up in the balcony where behind them was a large stained glass icon that looked very nice, and another shot as they went down the stairs. I guess I was too hyper back then.

Then lunch was delicious and heavy.

After all of this, still the truth hurts. I am not yet confirmed.

Ciao~

Today I woke up at 5:30 in the morning. My cousin, Ate Angie, and I were going to the wet and dry market of Zapote. We needed to be early to avoid the rush of people buying loads of stuff.

I ate a piece of bread as an energizer, half a glass of water, washed my hair (because it was sticking out at all directions; I guess I cared too much) and put on a pair of faded pants and we scooted off with our bayongs.

--

It is really my aunt who goes to the palengke every Saturday to have a stock of food for the rest of the week. However, she had a cold, and Ate Angie and I were up to the job to have something to nibble for the next 6 days.

Last dinner’s talk concerned what to buy, where to buy, who to deal with. We talked about what should we look for, what not to buy, the amount, the weight and the slashes and cuts to the P1600 budget.

--

We reached the road that leads to the market. We saw then the ripe mango stall our aunt described: it opens early in the morning, unloads the mangoes in a cart, and the price could be haggled to P100 for 3 kilos of the almost ripening Zambales mangoes. (In my aunt’s house the mangoes are bought unripe so that when appetite for mangoes is suddenly a concern the fruit is ripe and just in time for consumption.)

The mangoes (which looked much smaller than we expected) were sold at P35 per kilo. The vendor offered the haggle we were expecting, so we chose the mangoes with the greenish unripe tint, closed the deal and moved.

We talked to the salt vendor and requested a favor my aunt always does. She was to inform the tricycle driver that my aunt knows that we need his services when we are finished.

As we walked we found the stall for bananas with a humongous jackfruit displayed in front. We skipped it first, and then dropped off the ripe mangoes at a place where the goods can be safe. We introduced ourselves to the owners of the place and left the 3 kilos of mangoes waiting.

For the green Indian mangoes, we would buy from the security guard who sells them at the right side of the market’s entrance. When we entered the place, we did not see any security guard, but we saw bushels of green mangoes stacked up in the cart.

A shirtless man in navy blue pants asked us want we want. We needed 4 kilos of Indian mangoes. He gave us a plastic bag as we started picking out what we think were the crunchiest and tastiest bunch of the latter.

The man weighed the bag, assured everyone in the deal that the produce was 4 kilos and left.

It was then that I realized that he was wearing the same navy blue pants of a security guard. We sighed in relief; we bought at the right place. But then, we also forgot to pay for the mangoes priced at P12 per quarter of a kilogram.

We returned to him and told him of our forgetfulness. We weren’t the only ones at fault. It was a draw. He told us that he forgot it too.

After paying for the almost-free mangoes, we dropped them off to where the ripe ones we bought earlier were parked, and went to the meat section.

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Ate Angie and I went to a stall that my aunt knows there is quality meat. We went there, told them of our relation to their Saturday suki, and bought 3 kilos of kasim, a kilo of spare ribs, and a kilo of quality porkchops which we inspected. The bones were thin and the fat was just the right thickness (thank you TLE book that I used to review the girls for the final exam on home economics) and the meat had the fresh color in it (Does it sound a bit morbid?).

We moved to the chicken stall, named Telly’s. Tita Telly interviewed us who we are, and to which Gatdula family member did we sprang to life. We told her that I was the youngest son of my mother Virginia and Ate Angie was the daughter of my uncle Ricardo. After establishing the ties, we moved on to the raw matters.

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We were unsure of how much chicken breast would we buy. The list said 1 whole chicken and 1 breast. Is it a kilo of breast or just a lone breast cut off from a whole decapitated chicken? We assumed that it was the kilo that would agree with the list. Tita Telly searched for the whole chicken because what she had was wingless almost-whole chicken. The breasts that we needed were still intact with the flightless dead poultry at the stall.

--

She returned with the still flightless, yet winged whole chicken that suffered a terrible bashing from the butcher’s cleaver as Ate Angie requested for the whole chicken to be cut into smaller pieces. As for the breasts, they have been removed from the wingless chicken and weighed them for the price.

We paid P100 for the whole chicken and P137 for the breasts. We left the meats and chickens there, because we needed to buy the vegetables at a far part of the market, and by the looks of things, our load is getting heavier.

--

The vegetable store that we looked for seemed well hidden. A part of the path was flooded with dirty water and some defiled leaves from cabbages. We carefully stepped at slightly elevated areas to avoid tarnishing our feet (Ate Angie and I wore slippers). We reached a very large stall, filled by different vegetables and a crate of calamansi. Ate Angie chose those on the list: onions, half kilo; calamansi, one-fourth kilo; cabbage, a kilo; carrots, quarter of a kilogram. We paid for them, totaling to P31, and treaded a longer path to avoid the marsh of floating cabbage leaves.

--

We bought the one-fourth kilo of bell peppers along the sidewalks of Zapote, for P15.

--

The fish section made me terribly conscious of my feet. The meat section was damp, and had no problem along the way. However, the fish section was awfully wet, with puddles of immensely gray fluid from all the water that the seafood vendors splash to their merchandise to freshen them up.

One of our troubles is buying the kind of fish that our aunt would be if she were there. It was agreed last night to avoid tilapia and milkfish for a while. We needed to have alternatives.

As we strolled around and around the seafood area, I was looking down at my feet, my steps delicate, and my speed ad libitum. We found a stall were a lot of women crowded. We took a peek and found out that they were swarming over a freshly cut blue marlin tuna (the large fish head determined this). A buffed chunk that weighed a kilo costs P160. Ate Angie thought about it, asked me about my opinion, and inquired at the lady beside her. I told her to go for it; she pondered for a little while more, and we got away with a chunk of pricey tuna.

We have lost track of time, and I was getting hungry.

The search for fish took a long time. And the exposure to that wet floor soon took its toll. Someone splattered the murky water unto my feet. Another stepped on my toes when we were walking. And I was starting to believe that we smelled a bit marine-like.

--

The eggs were easy, just a dozen P4-eggs wrapped up and we were ready to pursue the P25 Sinangdomeng rice. Another trouble arose, as we were circling around the grains area like vultures. The rice could not be found. We stopped to look at the rice labeled as ‘ENERGY RICE – P25” which we ignored at least twice. We asked the vendor if its type was Sinandomeng. He said yes. We asked why the heck it was named Energy Rice. He didn’t buy our question. He started weighing the grains.

Last of our problems was the bananas we skipped, more fish and some mongo seeds. We returned to the seafood area, looked for a few more fish, and when we walked back to the area were we left the other things we bought we picked up a small bag of mongo for P10.

We reached the drop point, went to the banana stall and got some green bunch, and found out that the tricycle driver has already gone twice without any luck of finding us. We were assured that he would return anyway. So we waited, talked about the white cats and a boisterous and belligerent chicken that pecked everyone for bread (and was already dead).

The diver came, put the stuff inside the tricycle, said our goodbyes to the good people who watched over them, and left.

We reached home at broad daylight and ready for a real breakfast.

Ciao~

A slow-paced life...

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I have finished the novel of John Grisham The Street Lawyer. It was a nice novel, about how a lawyer got a calling to help the homeless and in poverty and be in the same ground as of the people he serve. It is termed as public interest law.

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I have found out that Nicole of Love Radio was in Game Ka na ba? last Wednesday, and I was a bit frustrated to not have seen her babble throughout the game. She lost though but she enjoyed it. As she mentioned it in her daily morning talk (this is when I learned of it, what an annoying morning) with Christsuper, all the atras powers were used against her. As someone said, she added, the reason was they were insecure. And then the entire laugh trip began.

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June 8: Thea, KJ, and I will talk a step to UP Diliman to audition for the Unversity of the Philippines Singing Ambassadors. It’s just a try. We want to know if the placement of our voices is correct, according to Thea.

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Piano is so difficult, that I am already taking weeks practicing and still cannot perfect Minuet in G Major by Bach. According to everyone, Bach was a very difficult composer.

During one lesson, my teacher’s batchmates, a husband and wife together with their baby, visited my teacher while we were practicing a song. She entertained them, because it was rude to turn them down, and she explained this to me. The infant was 8 months old, a girl, and the name was Johann Sebastian. They pronounced it as “yohan”.

The little girl who smiles cutely is named after that darned yet acclaimed composer.

That girl is indeed, a very difficult composition.
Her music is just starting to have some notes.

(I suddenly remembered KJ’s blog. The skin is so nice!)

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The Yamaha School of Music has two elf mascots named Yama and Maha according to my teacher.

--
Betty La Fea at Studio 23 is nearing its end. It’s nice. Betty is already gorgeous.

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A slow-paced life is just what I need.

jay-v james gatdula barit
jebski, jevy, jebby, jev
january 6, 1991
5'11"
tanned
up manila
up college of nursing
block 26
manila science high school
newton, hertz, rutherford, padolina
up manila chorale trainee
manila science alumni chorale member
baritone
jokes, sarcasm and criticisms
blue and green
cute and sexy =p
Pugad Baboy and Garfield
Cyanide and Happiness
piano and voice
watermelons and oranges
cake and ice cream
ice skating and swimming
coffee and hot chocolate
chemistry and pathology
lover and loved



I will become a nurse, then become a doctor, then become a Master of Professional Health Education, and teach at UP someday.

I will have my own house with a very large garden, filled with flowers and trees.

I will get a 1.0 in at least one subject in my course of education in UP. (Now this is ridiculous. But please let me be happy.)

I will have musically-trained ears. Someday. =)

I will learn a foreign language by heart. =)


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