Relationships

St. Thomas Aquinas believes the universe is a journey. A journey where the Creator guides every Being and being to its fulfillment according its nature through its self-diffusive Good. Cutting right past the metaphysics, it tells us that every action, decision, judgment we make is, in essence, a portion of "the Good" coming from an Infinite Source of eternal "goodness". In other words, every thing and every being, has a source precisely because every thing and every being originated from an idea. A chair would not be a chair if it weren't for a carpenter who thought about it; who wouldn't have known about the chair if it weren't for someone else, and this exponentially goes on until we reach the "Highest Good," whom St. Thomas has identified as: God. Given so, can an atheist/anyone who doesn't believe in God, still believe in this type of metaphysics? Idk. Maybe I have to start reading in that class instead of getting by via attentive listening in lectures. I'm starting to get worried, its nearly graduation and things are coming down my way like 10-pound hale stones one right after the other. And yesterday, we had a long meeting with our multimedia team, got to know and grew a little more accustomed to each other, and of course, discussed roles and exciting new projects for this year 2008!

Multimedia Editor Joey Alarilla
Multimedia Editorial Assistant Abigail Kwok
ex-Gaming Reporter now turned Community Evangelist Alex Villafania
It was a good meeting and a great chance for everyone to tune in to the same page and think on the same wavelength, which is so crucial for the team to survive. In any case, INQUIRER.net (which is NO LONGER INQ7 OR AFFILIATED WITH GMA7) has so much in store, not only in the multimedia division, but as a whole, for 2008 so it's best to stay linked and be witnesses to this great change in RP journalism and media.

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It's that time of that year again, when your friends have to fly out and go back to school wherever. Studying in an International School, you kind of grow up with a constant burden in your life: people are provisionally physically detached and that gap of absence causes rifts and provokes thoughtless bonds (and awkward silences when paths do decide to cross again); but because we are strung together by this thick string I've come to discover as the "vital adolescent phase experienced in a close-knit communal arrangement", we are drawn together despite the intensity of changes. Ultimately, the test of genuine friendship consequently derives from a "feeling" the person undergoes while in the company of the rest in a spontaneous situation -- if it's uncomfortable, fun, light, chill, dramatic, brainless etc., I strongly believe it is tantamount to the magnitude of the friendship initially formed in those adolescent days. The true ones stay regardless of time, space, and distance; and I'm glad that despite the erratic crossings, I still have a good sense of which strings to nurture and which to cut.

These are photos from last Friday's get together at Marie's. I'm so happy I was able to take Dennis out at least ONCE during his stay, after totally entertaining me in Shanghai.
I have to go study and research now.

You meet a shit load of people...

But only the true ones stay. To my girls, you know who you are.

IDK

My grandfather passed away yesterday. Full stop. I had to write his obituary quickly after filing some hospitalization papers in the accounting. Full stop. What else can there really be said about that? Full stop.
"FRANCISCO C. TAPALLA
August 14 1914 -- March 25 2007
peacefully joined his Creator and his wife, Asuncion Recio Tapalla, on
March 25 2007, at the age of 92.
Surviving are his children Victorio Tapalla; Virgilio Tapalla and wife, Aileen with granddaughters Bernice and Andrea; Amada Tapalla; Marino Tapalla and wife, Annabelle, with granddaughters Erika, Eribelle, and Ellayka; and Marilou Tapalla.
His body lies in the Lipa Cathedral, Lipa City, Batangas."
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Today is Ayo's birthday so I totally wish him a good one, and 20/20 vision forever so film editing won't be that much of a bitch. My love to that ex-blondie-now-turned-into-an-aspiring-yogi.***
Went to my first shoot with METRO magazine as an official freelance writer.
.Rumples Estacio:fresh grad/young designer..Girlie Benitez:model/jewelry designer.
.Noelle Hernandez:photographer who was fairly new in her profession too. Thanks to Rumples, Girlie, Noelle, Fashion Ed: Corine Alegre and Assitant Fashion Ed: Andrea de Guzman, and everyone else for being very very very nice and patient with a rookie like me; a pretty emotionally banged up one at that, considering the unfortunate circumstances I'm going through--but of course they didn't know that. Last thing I needed was a bitch of a boss and snotty interviewees and thank God for not letting me encounter those kinds of people today, on my first official job.
Sometimes the world has its way of trafficking things to push you to learn how to live. And I'd like to conclude with what Eddie said on a previous post, "Let fate take its course, and you'll see that everything will be as right as rain." I'll be okay.

How to play it

The country is talking about:
Kris Aquino, daughter of hero Ninoy Aquino and former president Cory Aquino always manages to enter foul relationships, further heightened by her public tantrums and irrationalities. Recently married to and impregnated by a young basketball player, rumors spread that he has long been cheating on Kris with a receptionist of a glamorizing clinic. Poor girl never seems to know when to shut both her traps -- whether it be about her STDs, or homewrecking escapades, her life becomes a public spectacle and public laughing stock, directly increasing television rates. Sigh. If it ain't about a 4-foot president cheating her way to the presidential seat, it's about pathetic rallies or scandals like these. Shit like this make you cringe, make you want to take the next flight to Singapore or New York.

While the streets, jeepneys, and building walls are vandalized with campaign stickers; while the radio is polluted with campaign jingles; while air-time on television is bought to showcase government officials prancing about in comfortable wear, singing with extras dressed down to look like farmers, fishermen or agriculturists; I'm pondering on what form of governing would best suit the Philippines.

We have long been fighting for our freedom and independence -- from our colonizers, from a dictator, from a corrupt president, and now from a cheating president -- but when freedom and independence is laid out to us like cold fish on a platter, we don't know what the hell to do with it. We plot, rebel, kill, for democracy but utilize it to vote our favorite uneducated actors and actresses, we abuse it the way a dumbass would yell BOMB in a supermarket when there is none, reasoning that he has a right to free speech.

Thing is, democracy in itself, as a system is not flawed. Maybe it's how we use it that's flawed, or maybe it's a system not fit for us. China seems to do well with communism, Japan's imperialism, Russia's federalism and so on and so forth.

The vagueness of our historicity and identity contributes to this political madness that seems to basically be repetitive with just a few minor changes because of time and context. We love to play the role of the victim, the abused, the one-shot underdog. My history professor is right: We never want to play the world game and be globally competitive.

As a young individual, I realized it's important to keep my eyes and my mind open to absolutely everything that is going on around me if I want to make that difference. It's important to be at par with the rest of the world so I can anticipate the next big thing. I gotta be on top of my game.