Joyfully Lost

[This was the first assignment assigned to us in J109, which is to write a profile of our seatmate. Anyways, this is slightly altered to protect the privacy of the person it was written about so the name of the person was “initial-ized” (I don’t know if this is a real word, whatever).]

When one is in the groceries, finding a crying child isn’t all that uncommon. And we all know that a crying, lost kid, is anything but happy. Would you believe there is anyone who would be happy being lost? Well, you’d better.

SJdlP is one such person. Already in her 20s, she’s in no way in hurry to finding herself and what her true calling in life is. As she put it so succinctly, “I’m just here to enjoy the ride!”

She entered college when she was only 16 and upon the recommendation of her mother, entered into the College of Architecture. For three semesters, she toiled and struggled with her course requirements and later ultimately realized that she had “no passion for architecture” and could not bear doing the same things for another three and half years. So she left.

S then spent another three semesters as a non-major student, which some people might regard as a supreme waste of time, she enjoyed immensely. During this period, she was able to be free. “I had such a great time just taking the stuff I wanted and was interesting to me,” she said recounting her experience. “What’s more was I was able to get away from my enemy, Math, during that time,” she added.

Eventually, pressure from her parents forced her to veer away from her would be “freedom” to choose a major that suited her. Maybe it was fate or just blind luck, but as she closed her eyes and whooshed her pen around a list of all the colleges and departments, she landed on Journalism.

All’s well that ends well she discovered she loved to write. So much so, she describes herself as a person who “couldn’t live without writing”.

When asked what she wanted to be in the future, she gave a vague answer: “who knows, I may love writing, but I can’t see myself becoming a writer just yet. Maybe I’ll go into Psychology or become an artist. I’m not setting anything in stone”.

Lastly, when asked if whether she was okay with being aimless in life, she said with a grin, “I’m not aimless, rather, I’m ‘AIM-FULL’,” “What’s important is that right now, I truly happy!”




I watch a lot of movies. Mostly Hollywood blockbusters, but I watch a lot of them all the same.

For that reason, I can confidently say that movies like Toy Story 3 does not come very often.

The story, as the title implies, is the third installment (as I am assuming they’re going to make a sequel) in the Toy Story series of movies, but this time around, there are no insane would-be terrorist (implying the person likes to blow things up) neighbor or a Woody-be (a pun on “would be”) thief /obese-premature-male-pattern-baldness-guy-who-steals-toys-from-kids-and-sells-them-to-Japanese-collectors person, only the fact that Andy is all grown up is about to move on to College and for toys, College = Death, or at least they view it as such.

Andy: Before and After

The plot thickens when Andy decides to store up all his other toys (even BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!!) with the exception of Woody. The scene was really heavy for a “kids movie”, although I guess the fact that Andy’s all grown up has given the writers and directors the mandate to carry things to a whole new emotional level. I couldn’t help but reminisce about my old toys and what would they have felt when I had to leave them behind when we moved from Davao to Manila. Suffice to say, the scene was heartbreaking.

After a series of events, all the toys (including Woody) were mistakenly donated to a certain daycare facility named Sunnyside. Don’t be fooled by its name, it’s anything but SUNNY! (well, anything but happy…) Sunnyside, was in fact a totalitarian system, ruled by a pink, cuddly bear named Lots’o’Huggin’ Bear (Lot’so for short). And oh boy, are the young’uns who’ll be watching this will soon learn that pink and cuddly in the outside may not translate to pink and cuddly in the inside. Not everything is what it seems.

Inside Sunnyside (mind the pun :D) Andy’s toys learn the reason why I do NOT EVER want to have TODDLERS! >_< The scene was… was… terrifying. There was a phrase Buzz said here that struck me as something we’ve basically lost in western society, which is “age appropriate”. Buzz said it while complaining to Lot’so after their first playtime in the Caterpillar Room (AKA, Toy Holocaust) and it made me think that kids today are really out of control. I had the privilege of having great parents and great childhood memories which I would cherish the rest of my life, but I find kids these days are exposed to issues that are not “age appropriate”.

I see 10 year old kids buying GTAIV or Assassin Creed 2 (which are quite gory) in gamestores in various places, even though their clearly labeled as NC-17! Another incident was when I watched this sexually charged play in UP (for a requirement, of course) and although it was CLEARLY (there were depiction of dry-humping and masturbation, etc) not-for kids, there were people who brought in KIDS that, judging from their appearance and height, were not even 10 years old! Filipino entertainment shows are filled with lewd jokes that are made in such bad tastes that I wonder why they’re even allowed to air. So much for laws in society or “age appropriateness”. The Philippines claim to be a “Christian Nation”, but I say we’re not even close. Muslim nations are more “righteous” by far when it comes to these kind of things. At least there (well… in some of them at least), they really enforce what they say their “ideals” are.

The horror... the horror...

In any case, enough about my political views. This post was supposed to be about the movie!

Well, one of the highlights of the film is, as I have lovingly dubbed, “the meeting”. When the scene when Ken first meets Barbie showed, the whole theatre was full of giggles… from the girls and, believe it or not, the guys as well. I even saw some “old people” (I define “old” as aged 55+ or if you look just plain old [and yes, I’m a judgmental person]) having a nice chuckle. I may be a fool about this but, I want to have the same kind of scenario happen to me ONCE in my life. I want to be able to tell people that I had “THE MEETING”. Fated. Destined. The One. My Other half. My True Loves Kiss. Made for each other. What can I say, I am a hopeless romantic–the real kind.

Made for each other...

If you haven’t seen the movie yet, go see it. Also, don’t support crime, go see it in a cinema. It’s worth it. It’s a Disney/Pixar: It’s MAGIC!

Life and Ants

I haven’t any inspiration to write lately as life and its many distractions kept it away–far away.

And yet here I am again, writing as if “something” has happened but really, it’s the same same-ol’-same-ol’.

Funnily enough, I found the inspiration to write because of something I hate… and hate dearly: ANTS!

These small, seemingly harmless creatures, that aren’t as gross as cockroaches, or as despicable as rats or as destructive as termites, but as I live on the 9th floor, I don’t suffer from those three… only ants.

Now MY ants are not your normal, run-of-the-mill ants where they just come when you leave something out for a few hours. MY ants come in swarms in as soon as 5 minutes from the time you leave something edible on ANY surface of ANY part of my apartment. Amazing right? What’s more amazing is they’d even swarm for just WATER! Imagine laying a cup of cold juice with a nice film of condensation on its surface, and after a few minutes, come back and find the place swarming with ants. DISGUSTING!

More to the point, I can’t help being disgusted admiring their tenacity. It takes a lot of effort and constant alertness to be able to respond to a potential food source for the colony in this fashion. Albeit many of them gets squished or drowned or poisoned in the end, they still persevere.

This self-sacrificing attitude for the greater good of the collective is something that has been all but lost in our society today.

We no longer care about how everyone else will fare, but only care about how we ourselves will. “To hell with other people”, “How can I care about others when I’m in this state”, “Everyone else is doing it, so why should I be any different” are just some of the many things we tell ourselves to justify our selfish actions. When I think about them, I really can’t help but agree. However, it being the logical thing to do doesn’t make it the RIGHT thing to do.

Ants are the prime example of a society that, albeit structured and hierarchical–without rights or freedoms–works. We should take some life lessons from my sworn enemies, on of which is:

The collective (our country) matters.

The Philippines is worth dying for.