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Hindi pa ko handa sa reco!!!

Argh... it's too soon! Wala pa kong nagagawang palanca.

Okay, that's one issue I have to talk about. Kung gusto kitang gawan ng palanca, gagawan kita. At pag ginawan kita, hindi lang yan basta-basta. Sincere yan! At es-pe-syal. Pinaghirapan. Binigyan ng oras. Es-pe-syal. Hindi ordinaryo. Hindi usual commodity. Es-pe-syal.

O ano, kulit ba?

Emphasized na yung ESPESYAL. Ayoko kasi sa copy-paste (no, I'm not talking about piracy this time, but I still hate copy-pasters-- any and every kind!). Naiirita talaga ako sa mga taong gumagawa ng sandaang kopya ng:

Dear ___________,

Happy Reco! Hehe, yun lang.

From,
__________


Napaka... UNespesyal. Haha yak, parang ensaymada na tong pinaguusapan. Still, it's the thought that counts, I suppose. The thought na sinama ka sa listahan ng KELANGAN bigyan. Hindi yung GUSTONG bigyan.

Sakin kasi... pag gusto nga bigyan, bibigyan ko. Pag hinde, magtiis ka kasi wala akong gagawin. Harsh? Nah, it's just a de-stress thing. (MWAHAHAHA!) I would NOT conform to this thing we call society. I will NOT abide by the rules of polite propriety, that dogged cage of no escape! Hindi ako magbibigay dahil napipilitan ako. And ever since this Christmas, wala na kong hiya tumanggap ng regalo kahit na wala ka sa listahan ko ng bibigyan. (Pero may guilt rin; syempre, bait akong bata e.)

So in conclusion... If you EVER receive something from me, it's something that I thought about. It's something I thought you'd LIKE, not what would fit my budget (though often it's a little bit of both).

In short... Pag may matanggap kayo sakin... isang parangal na yan sayo kaibigan.

MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

Ew, anyway. Enough of that weirdness.


As of 8:36 pm, I haven't packed, I haven't thought of what to do, and I haven't done any palancas still. I spent my afternoon watching TV and sleeping. I think I regret the sleep part; ang init and it brought no joy whatsoever kasi nagising akong pawis. Nagsisisi tuloy ako; sana nakagawa na lang ako ng palanca.

Haha, yeah, as if.

Kahapon ko pa yung pinaplanong gawin. Take note, pinaplano palang. Wala pang aksyon hanggang ngayon. Lagot.

Pero minsan... napagisip-isip ko... parang masaya mag-cramming. May sense of purpose ka bigla e. Yung gagawin mo, tatakbo ka lang sa finish line, kasi kita mo na. O kaya, kumbaga sa conveyor belt, aalis ka na sa pagkalatag at pagkabum mo dun, kasi malapit na yung chopping knives. YUN ang DEADline.

Which reminds me... andami ko nga palang deadline ngayon a.

Boo.

Afternoon Soapshows

I skipped dinner last night because I didn't wake up from my nap. I woke up at about 2:14 am with gastrointestinal paaaaain. It's peculiar how I seem to seek warmth when I'm in this state. I wanted to curl up and burrow deep into my blanket, alas, with no success. I alternated between bed and the bathroom. Hindi ako makapili. Gusto ko na bahayan yung banyo, kahit wala akong ginagawa dun. Seryoso. I finally fell asleep in bed again and began dreaming. Yeah, that's the best part. Though I drifted into consciousness at the latter part, just as it was getting better and it turned cheesy, as all dreams go when a human manipulates it. Sucks. Constant retrieval of the dream memory mutated it into some horrible... THING, so I'm tucking it away now to erode all the extra scenes I made up as I went along.

Carissa was absent today. Which means that I'm stuck with all the undesirable people in my club. Boo. I severely refused to open my mouth unless necessary, with uninterested body language to match. Conversation between my fellow batchmate and I spanned about three sentences. (This, I feel, would be an appropriate time for a mini-rant.)

I can't understand why some people these days, in spite of my belief that the strain has actually died down, are still suffering from Braggartosis, a noxiously annoying virus affecting people of all shapes, sizes and states. Last year it was Teh Bunneh. Now this year it's the Windbag. Though not as aggrievedly infected as the former, IT still never fails to irritate, being afflicted with the same type of Braggartosis: Type B. And what, exactly, is type B? More properly, first what is A? Type A is the bare-faced kind, loud, and though it is a turn-off, it does have its hilarity, especially when faults are exposed and one becomes the fraud, the fool and the faker. Type B, to put it visually, is like an itch on your nose. It starts small but you don't take notice. Then it becomes worse, but you don't know where to scratch. And finally it drives you crazy. People like this often attach unnecessary statements in conversations, in hopes that they'll get noticed afterall with, even more infuriatingly, the "pa-humble effect". Example:

Carissa: When did Spongecola perform again? Was it three years ago? Or two?
Me: I think three years ago...
IT: No, it was two years ago, cause I already had a CELLPHONE by then and I took down their manager's number, which was announced over the mic, blah blah blah...

WTF?! That was totally unnecessary! Nakakagigil. I'm sorry if I sound vindictive. No, wait. I'm NOT sorry. Cause most of the things IT said was done with this I-feel-so-cool swagger and a smug smile. Ergh!

Buti na lang puro matterload kami sa club kanina. PC lang kaharap ko. I lost myself in reading up on Cha-cha, which is interesting. I got to the same site I found benign0 and Duck Vader's argument in. Which has posters and POSERS alike. After the article there are usually comments displayed. And most were good and substantial. The only problem was that most people got carried away with their "superiority" and started "debating" with the other posters. I say that with quote marks because that's what they FEEL like doing, I suppose, though I'm not sure if they got that right. There was even someone named "Assumptionista" there who posted (though she lives in Makati and from that I guess she's in San Lo), and got flamed by another guy for some points and grammatical errors. I judge from the capital letters and excess of violent punctuation marks that "Assumptionista" was NOT happy with the criticism, especially on the grammatical point of view. From what I read, those errors were very minor and perhaps at the most three. The arguments got more tangled as I read along, with more and more people torching one another and acting arrogant and superior and stuff (mga feeling matalino argh!). Anyway, there were good points, nonetheless, and I seemed to agree with each one, only to change my mind as I read along and then change it again and again and again... You get the picture.

Damn. I hate debates. I hate arguments. Dey so messy, mai gahd.

I'll leave debating to more "intelligent" life forms.

We got picked up at around a quarter to six from school. Late na naman yung sundo (kapitbahay/carpool). Dilat na kami sa kahihintay. Syempre, inis nanaman ako, pero tahimik lang. Binigyan kami ng banana-cue. And that's when the trouble started.

Etong si Ate Justine, walang konsiderasyong tinutulak si Paola palayo sa pwesto niya sa harap. E kasi naman si Paola, na mga apat o tatlong taong gulang lang, lumaking spoiled at sanay na tumayo at maglakad-lakad kung saan-saan sa Starex. Inaaway siya ni Ate Justine. Iyak naman tong si Paola, yung tipong walang luha. More like a WAIL. Poooootek. Family drama na naman. Nagagalit na rin si Tita Joy. Si Ate Justine, kung sino pang panganay, siya pa yung hindi nag-aalaga. Nananadya na matusok si Paola ng barbecue stick na matulis para hindi na lagay ni Paola yung paa niya sa pwesto ni Ate J. Kainis. Kala mo kung sinong anghel na mayumi pag kasama niya si Conji (Join the Club bassist). Sarap silang lahat sakalin at pag-umpugin para tumahimik na yung buong kotse. Sumasakit yung ulo naming lahat pag umiiyak yung batang yun.

I had to look away.

Psychotic urges-- must control--!!!

Maghuhugas na ko ng pinggan. Tumpak na namang maging dishwasher pag may bisita (a nun from Malaysia). GAAAAAAARH~! Ayoko maghugas!!!!

Portyun Kuki

Noong Study Period binigay yung test results sa Algeb (93%, pambawi wooh!). Pero mabilisan lang yun, kaya ginugol namin yung natitirang oras sa pagma-MASH: ang laro ng mga walang magawa sa klase. Naabutan ko lang si Jenina at Shei na ginagawan si Zarah, tapos nag-imbento sila para kay Pen, tapos sinunod nila ako. At ang kapalaran ko, sa isang pangungusap:

Pagkagradweyt sa AMA College, mapapang-asawa ko si Johnny Depp at titira kami sa isang apartment sa Antipolo, magkakaroon ng apat na anak at isang pet hamster at ako’y gagamit ng isang golf cart upang makapunta sa lugar ng aking propesyon, na isang librarian.

Halos lahat ata ng hindi matinong piliin sa bawat kategorya napunta sakin e. 1 out of 4 chances lang yun ha. Malas.

(YAK, masyadong dinadamdam e.)

Pero yun nga yung word for the day: MALAS.

Nagsimula araw namin sa isang sermon mula kay Sir Mark. Tungkol sa IP at kung anu-ano pa. Parang naiipit tiyan ko tuwing sasambit siya ng isang proyekto bilang halimbawa ng isa sa kanyang pinaggigigilan. Hindi naman kami natawag. Grabe, buti na lang si Ms. Bio yung may kinalaman sa Oral Defense. Baka himatayin ako pag si Sir Mark (gustong-gusto na raw niya magpahiya ng bata sa sama ng loob). Ngayon ko lang ulit nakitang may malaking “DISAPPOINTED” sa mukha niya. (Hindi literal ha. Yek.) Na-encounter ko yan nung Grade 6, dahil sa kung anong pinaggaga-gawa ng mga kaklase ko sa Punnet Square nila sa test. Yung mga palaka nga pala namin, nag-decompose na, pinatapon; bagsak kami lahat kasi wala kaming sample. Kung may PAKI raw kami, tatanungin namin sa ibang section kung bakit nag-iba yung kulay ng alcohol. Okay, isa: patawarin at hindi kami knowledgeable dyan at dalawa: ba’t kasi hindi formaline yung ginamit?!? Sa totoo, napansin ko na hindi ko na makita yung mga palaka… pero ganyan din yung itsura ng mga sample sa GS Lab a!!! Cloudy, murky. Kaya hindi na ako nagtanong.

Kung may paki raw kami… Pero come to think of it… kelan ba ako nagseryoso sa Lab? Ang hassle ng Lab, seryoso. Natuwa lang ako nung nagkolekta kami ng mga kabuteng nagtatago sa damuhan; parang treasure hunt kumbaga. Pero bad trip din kasi nilagay naming yung lahat ng yun sa ISANG jar lang, saka nilagyan ng alcohol. So funky the smell, mehn.

Pero in furrnes, I put my heart into my Investigatory Project!

*blink*

Dude, that so did not sound right.


Among other things, the Asian Fest exhibit opened today. To our surprise, there were even some Korean visitors... at least we think they were. Nagpipigil sina Zarah at Shei na sumigaw ng "YI KOREA'!" (emphasis on 'A'), sabay peace sign. Pero kung Japs yun, dapat "WA!", which is what the Chinese called the Japanese a long, long time ago. Translation? Hairy little sea dwarfs. The most interesting line in our history book so far.



Sher just called to ask if I could play “A Whole New World” for the Arabian play. Speaking of the piano… I just remembered I can’t go to the Ateneo fair this Saturday. Hm… practice at Teacher’s house, on the grand piano. Oh man… it’s going to be a busy February.

Note to self: must buy Jason Mraz’s and Jack Johnson’s cds. Must reduce instances of burning.

And other things: Must pass Paraliturgy format in CLE. Must pay for Biotrip. Must plan for Biotrip. Must prep for Oral Defense.

And the most important: Must start NOW.

Legacy

I went to Bianca's Legacy event yesterday. Mom and Dad did too. I was waiting for them at the front of the Multi-- for FOUR hours dammit! Nasa kanila yung damit ko pati yung tickets. Worse, they lost them. Garhhh, sobrang na bad shot ako sa umpisa, lalo na nung opening palang. I wanted to break something, pero lumagok na lang ako ng Milo, na libre na, malamig pa.

The first performance was a dance by the different sections. Oh man... those were the most painful minutes of my life. I could not help but CRINGE. Ang labo pa ng sayaw nila. And they were so KIDDIE! Kids na feeling grown-up. Ganun ba ko kabata nung grade 7 ako?! Add to that the mortification of hearing Dad going "Alright! More! More!" in a LOUD voice. Buti na lang medyo malayo ako sa kanila. At that moment, I am not related to them.

Hindi ko alam, kelan ba nauso yung style na pagsayaw sa kabit-kabit na kanta? Ginagamit lang yun sa cheerdance a! Yun kasi yung ginawa nila, tapos tipong may three second interval per song part, tapos sa bawat parte hindi lahat sumasayaw kundi grupo-grupo, kaya akyat-baba sila sa stage. Tapos habang hindi pa nagsisimula yung song segment, mukha silang nakatunganga dun, sabay cue nila-- sayaw agad. Yung masama lang dun, parang laging off-beat yung pagsayaw, kasi mukhang nagugulat sila dahil walang specific "1, 2, 3, GO!" signal.

I couldn't bear to watch the whole time. Mas nakakainis pa, there were two guys (na mukha pang nanggaling kung saan-saan) sa harap ko na turo nang turo tapos bulong nang bulong. Sarap sipain sana. Hanggang sa katapusan ng mga sayaw, bad trip pa rin ako. Kelangan na ng jamming.

Well anyway, after that and a bit more stuff, Stonefree came up the stage. They played just three songs, since they were the "surprise" band. But it was great. Nag-hi kami sa drummer-- since kapitbahay namin siya at blah blah blah. Oo na, FC no? Nyak, yun pa naman ang isa sa pinaka-ayaw kong klaseng tao. So andun kami sa gilid ng stage, nagkikipag- high five nang biglang sabi sakin ni Bianca "San Concepcion!"

San Concepcion? Inisip ko simbahan, o parokya... o lugar kaya na pupuntahan pa ng Stonefree?

And then it hit me.

SAM CONCEPCION! OMAIGAS! And he was like, an armslength away from me when he went up! And it hit me too late for me to do anything about it. He sang and danced and, to put it in finer terms, made us all scream. That guy's just OOZING with charisma. Ang lakas ng appeal, grabe~! Nadadala niya yung dance number niya. Seeing him in person made me think... medyo hawig siya ni Angelo. Yeah, gwapo si Angelo, but Sam definitely takes my vote, hands down, because of slamming appeal. The side of the stage was crowded with squealing girls waiting to mob him once he gets out of the sanctuary of the stage. The look on his face was so funny. He looked bewildered by the crowd. I didn't wait to see how he'd get down though. I went back to my former spot.

The next band was Cueshe. Fine, I don't like them. Jay's too greasy. Ruben passes as tolerable. I asked Billy (who's a girl, and also the last person I'd expect to see squealing at Cueshe) what Jay's purpose was.

Billy: Cute.
Me: Oh...
Billy: He's gay. He's in a relationship with the guitarist.

Most likely she was joking sarcastically, but then, we never know... I tried listening to their worth as their musicians. Performance-wise, they're okay. Although that doesn't count much, since the Assumption crowd during these concerts at the field are so excellent, you'll have fun whether you like the band or not. Sobrang saya, promise. Well yun, natapos sila. MYMP was next. By that time, sobrang hamog na hamog na ko. I wanted to dance when Retrospect goes up but I was feeling too cold for that and had to seek refuge in the car. And I fell asleep. AWWW. I like dancing the retro songs. Sayang.

All in all, the whole affair was better than expected (except for the dances though). I'll be sure to attend the 4th years' legacy concert too, which has Bamboo, Itchyworms and Hale, I think. YEAAAAAAH! I can't wait! Bambu, bambu, bambu, bambu, bambu... Sana makuha rin ni Carissa yung RockEd. That would be the coolest way to top off the school year.

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Visit this: http://tresekomix.blogspot.com

(Sorry, just copy and paste that on your address bar cause I can't do the linky thing.)

I actually got that from Neil Gaiman's blog. (Yeah, it's a favorite haunt of mine; no surprise.) It's pretty good, typos aside (but take note, I haven't read the whole thing; just a few pages. I don't know how my opinion would differ from yours). It sort of hit me as some sort of Constantine thing, though not exactly the same (or if not that, maybe a cooler Ghostbusters thing). And the art (which is great, by the way) reminds me of Dream (or even the whole Sandman) in some panels. It does have slight inaccuracies though. For example, just WHERE in Manila do you find a woman wearing a TRENCHCOAT? Haha, parang anlamig dito sa Pinas di ba... Or maybe it's just in that "dark corner of Manila"? It's still worth taking a look into though. Or if that isn't enough, you should at least support your fellowmen. (Patriotic na pala, kumbaga.)

So yun. Kain na ako. Piano later. (Pang-hotel na raw ako sabi ni Shei. HAHAHA, tenks. Astig din yung sax mo. Tapos kayo ni Zarah, Jenina, Pen at Angel marunong pa mag-kulintang. Uy, patriotic moment ulit, haha. *saludo* Hehe.)

Productivity? What "productivity?

I had to stay at school for the Asian Fest preparation after the test. Truth to tell, I had nothing better to do at home, though being in school is no improvement from the former at all. I finished up my project in Computer, after which Ja and I went to the CAI room for research. Well, supposedly. Things began to get stressing so I decided to take a time off. Actually... Ja was looking so engrossed in her online games that I wanted to play too. I opened another window and went to newgrounds for the Exmortis thing Ja was going "Astiiig" on. The sounds freaked me out and I never got to finish it properly. I looked over to her pc. She was playing this dorky and colorful Disney game. Haha, I wanted to play that too. Oo na, I'm a sissy. So I clicked around on the front page of newgrounds. I got to play a really cool gun-toting, ass-kicking cat that was blasting evil bears and doing supers and stuff. And then I got to segregate sheep from goats. (HAHA, remember, 'S' is SALVATION, 'D' is DAMNATION... Damnation it is!) The thing I really got a kick out of was THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY.

Click here for that: The Ultimate Showdown


click it! click it! click it! click it! click it! click it! click it! click it!

And if you need more urging... FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CLICK THE DAMNED LINK!

Well... Kung hindi... You're missing out on the song.


So there. THAT is the fruit of the jovial 2 hours well-spent in front of a pc, in an airconed room, in school.

(Another thing on that. While researching on Arabic folklore, I stumbled on this site, which read: Stories of Male Love. EWW! WHAT THE--?! And they were Arabic, I assure you. Ja loved it.)

Odd

Oh look. My blog entries are sprouting extra funky characters all over at the wrong places (like that trademark sign and etc...)

Hmm...

Nothing much today, just the usual Third Quarter exams. We just finished Filipino and Algebra today. Both were fine, except that Filipino had this really deep story about a carabao and stuff... I couldn't fathom the thing. (Did the old man die?! I have NO idea.) Algebra was okay too. Haha, yeah, I said the same thing about our Algebra UT2 and I nearly FAILED. (Woah! Good grief!) Hahaha. I dunnno... the tests were really OKAY... enjoyable, even.

HAHAHA! Shoot me! I'm enjoying tests!!! *is horrified*

Just goes to show that... I like stress (?). The good kind, the one I'm used to, I suppose.


Jason Mraz is coming to Manila. Damn... I SO want to go. I just CAN'T. Urgh. It's so horribly frustrating, though this felt worse when Neil Gaiman went here, haha.

I'm itching to read Pride and Prejudice when the tests are over. And maybe I should buy myself a book or something, to make me feel better. I should remember to cash the check Mom gave me. She borrowed some money and replaced it with a check. My dismally empty wallet looks... unnerving.

"I'm tard of rumors starting, I'm sick of being fallow..."
- That's Bianca singing Lindsay Lohan's song. AHAHAHA!

Gaiman!

I can't help but laugh; Neil Gaiman looks funny in most of his pictures. I got the link to this pic from his blog-- his ever-so-faithfully-updated-everyday blog. That's Pratchett at the right, I think.

Hehe.

On this week

Monday

We did the group experiment for the Investigatory project for the whole day. It went smoothly, even though we had to miss some classes. Incidentally, I was praying to high heaven (the night before) that some miracle would happen so that our first class for the day, Computer, wouldn’t have a test. It’s not that I wasn’t prepared; heck, I can’t care less. But I didn’t want my two groupmates (who were out observing) to miss anything. It’s a hassle to catch up on stuff. Incidentally, when I entered the Computer Lab (late and very out of breath from all the instructing I had to do), there was no test. Even better, there was no teacher. Yeah! So all in all, the thing was well accomplished by the end of the day.

Tuesday

Dissection, finally. Unfortunately, our group had no frog. Uck, Shei and I hurriedly went out to ask a manong to help us. I swear, ang mga manong sa Assumption ang pinakamabait na manong sa balat ng lupa! Haha, salamat manong! So there, we had a frog. Actually, we had more than a frog. It was a VERY pregnant toad of gigantically epic proportions with an abnormal baboon butt that scared the hell out of us. It was rather hard dissecting it; it kept flailing its arms and legs, which freaked us everytime. Only one was dissecting; the rest was tasked to hold the pins down. (My fingers were locked by the end of about an hour and twenty minutes. I couldn’t bend them and stuff.) The worst part was putting it into the jar. We thought it was DEAD. And then, as the alcohol was put in (for preservation), it JUMPED! I imagined it hopping around and spreading bloody love all over with its intestines hanging out. And everyone just FREAKED. We couldn’t find the lid, so I had to cover it with my (gloved) hands (ewwww), and then the paraffin wax tray when my hands did NOT want to stay put. And THEN they found the lid, which was in the sink. We put it on and that was that, thank goodness.

Wednesday

Not much… we continued doing the script for the Asian Fest play. Medyo malabo na yung kwento, pero nireremedyohan parin. As usual, mukhang basura na naman yung classroom.

The Filipino oral test started. Cliffhanger talaga pag binubunot na yung mga pangalan.
Haha, the tension was so thick it could suffocate you.

I started doing the IP paper. Four parts left to do.

Thursday

I learned a Chinese song! Hindi yung sa F4 ha. It was for the Musicianship Examination in Music.

“Wan li chang cheung, wan li cheung,
Chang cheung, --wai mien shi guh sheung,
Gao leung fei, da dao—sheung
Bien ti wang jin, sao tsai yung”

Some Ateneans advertised their school fair. Ano kayang naisip nila nung nakita yung classroom? Hmmm… Anyway, sana payagan akong pumunta. Boring yung Ateneo fair pero ayos lang tumambay. Wala pang pila sa inflatables.

Our class had the test for Computer during Study Period. Grabe. Wala na talaga akong masulat kaya puro imbento yung nandun. My Computer grade would NOT surprise me.

Curses on Corel.

Finished doing the IP paper too. Started on 5, ended on 11 pm. Not bad, though a bit long considering I just finished up the four parts left. I fell asleep right after, so I wasn’t able to study for Algebra.

Friday

We passed the paper during Bio. At last. A burden off my chest. Pwede ko na itapon yung post-it na nakadikit sa harap ko! W00t!

Ja was absent. I thought she had walked out on her group at the last minute. Well, it was possible. I think she’s planning to leave them in the dust during the defense. Turns out she just had allergies, well—pretty bad allergies. I saw her after lunch. She just turned up to pass the thing.

The Algebra test was easy… at least for me. Strange, considering I didn’t study or anything. Knowing myself, I should’ve been having palpitations or a heart attack in the middle of it.

Ate forgot to bring the house keys, so andun lang kami sa front door, nakatunganga. Buti na lang dumating si Ma mga 20 minutes after. We had ice cream for merienda. Afterwards I went to sleep, and didn’t wake up until 7:30 am today. Which means (other than the fact that I slept 12 hours straight to make up for my sleepless nights), that I got to watch Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends!!! Yaaaaaay! Seriously, it’s the best cartoon ever! Haha, sobrang galing ng script.

Piano at 3 pm today. Haha last week, sabi ni Teacher “Good.” HAH! Puri! Unang beses kong marinig un a. *palakpak*

Grabe… ang bangag ng entry na to. So ganun. Wala akong matinong ending para sa post na ito. Kaya…

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Colored

Ja scanned and colored this for me. *does happy dance*



Art by me, colors by Ja.

Enjoy.

Mumbo jumbo good enough?

Introduction

Education is an important factor in the formation of a human being. That said, methods in educating are ever-changing, because we as humans change rapidly too. Hence, the teaching style of the past generation may not be as effective when applied to the present generation. The study aims therefore to find out what teaching method best applies to, specifically, 2nd grade female students: a direct approach that accommodates their attention span, or a creative approach that is able relate the topic to other ideas.

It has been found that short attention spans are linked to the frequency of television viewing, a study showing that every hour of television exposure increased a child’s chances of concentration problems by 10% (USAToday, 2004). This is the basis for our first setup, considering the frequency of television watching of children today. However, according to The Levels of Processing (Craik & Lockhart, 1972), “stimulus information is processed at multiple levels… the ‘deeper’ the processing, the more that will be remembered…”, meaning that ideas that are able to associate with familiar knowledge, strong visuals or particular experiences are more likely to be retained and understood. When the topic personally interests the student, it is learned better because of self-motivation (Rogers, 1969). Also, it has been observed that stimulating students in order to reinforce their interest (Skinner & Pavlov, n.d.), and them being actively involved in the process of learning, than simply being fed information, helps them to learn more (Cross, 1987).

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What is that? THAT, my dear friends, is the introduction for my investigatory paper. So tell me... did you get it? Cause if you do, then that means I've reached the goal of the intro, which is to explain a little. If you get what we're going to do, masaya na ako dun. If you have questions, please DO ask them, so I can add info to it. I don't really know how our paper looks to an outsider.

I'm still not finished with that. It's not even ended well, doi. And I'm sorry if the sentence construction isn't my scientific-sounding best. I'm a bit... uninspired lately. But I'd camouflage my ignorance in better times. Haha, kidding.

One note on questions: Just please DON'T ask for the sake of looking like a smart ass, like saying a lot of scientific what nots and challenging this and blah blah blah. And DON'T do round-about questions like "So you're saying that this and this and so on, but this and that will blah blah blah, so how can you be sure that blah blah blah? Is that what you're saying? Huh? HUH?!?"

*tears hair*



*sigh*

Stressballs and stress

I'm so tired of doing LOST research!!! When I say 'lost', I mean LOST. As in hindi ko alam kung anong hinahanap ko. I KNOW my topic; it's just that you can't put it into just one word and BAM! Run off to Google it. Now THAT would be heaven. Unfortunately, the more I see the Google results, the more I forget the goal of my research. I mean, I'm actually looking for something, hel-lo?! *hits self* I'm just not sure what.

So here I am, starting at the bottom again. I've been Googling "educational psychology" for the last fifteen minutes with no satisfactory results. I'm looking at Wikipedia now, so YES, I've been there, I AM there. At wala paring pumapasok sa isipan ko.

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THIS IS MENTAL BLOCK!!!

I suppose it is.

HAH!

We went to Sta. Lucia a while ago to buy some stuff. I got some fabric paint from National Bookstore, and proceeded to browse books while Ate checked out Papemelroti. Mehn, that place is a mess, NBS, I mean. And the selection was too small. Heck, what should I expect? I still like Fully Booked the best (no, not even the multi-leveled National Bookstore beside Gateway with its million books per square meter can beat that. Gave me a headache, that one). I browsed the children’s fantasy section, the one for 9-12 year olds. Haha, pathetic, I know. But I like seeing the covers, as long as I don’t have to read the content. I seem to have outgrown the kiddie fantasy books, as reading most make me grimace because of their redundancy. All the summaries at the back of their covers look the same to me.

For example: (insert hero/heroine’s name here), an ordinary (insert gender) is the only one who can save (insert magical land here). With the rising of (insert name of evil thing here), it is up to (hero/heroine’s name here) to fight IT, with the help of (insert name of magical being/thing here), and fight the greatest battle (magical land’s name) has ever seen.

And then most likely there’ll be one-liner quotes from whoever reviewed the story. The more, the better, I suppose, for credibility. They make the story seem more “fantastic”.

So anyway, enough of that. I just really like looking at the pretty covers, with the cool lettering. The section itself was VERY chaotic, like trying to look through stuff in a book sale, except the covers weren’t wrinkled. Kids around me kept pulling books off the shelves and sitting down to read. I do think that’s the whole purpose of the carpeted area. Nonetheless, it was due to that that you couldn’t find anything at all in there.

That said, the only thing I could do was pull out any book that caught my eye, just in case it was a good one. I came across many familiar names, though none that I was really looking for. Out of sheer boredom, I pulled out a storybook which was peeking out. About three-fourths of it was hidden from view; only a corner was sticking out, facedown.

I saw the art.

McKean! I flipped it to the front. GAIMAN!

*exultation!*
(triumphant music playing)


It was Gaiman’s Wolves in the Walls. Wow. And it was so random; it was the last thing I expected. Needless to say, you know what happened next.

I am a very happy person indeed.