August 28, 2003
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On Economic Growth for the 2nd Quarter...

With tons of paperwork to do, cluttered in my work station, I found myself in a hurry to leave our building this morning. I attended a very significant conference which is the core basis of my everyday task. Technically, this is where we get statistics on the current status of the Philippine economy, so to speak.

Press Conference on the 2nd Quarter 2003
The Philippine Economy
28 August 2003
National Statistical Coordination Board
Makati City



Sec. Gen. Romulo A. Virola of NSCB
Dir. Gen. Romulo L. Neri of NEDA
OIC-Dir. Scholastica D. Cororaton of NPPS, NEDA



NSCB Sec. Gen. Romulo A. Virola
NEDA Dir. Gen. Romulo L. Neri



Presentation of the 2nd Quarter 2003 Performance of the Philippine Economy
by NSCB Sec. Gen. Romulo A. Virola



I am still wrapping up my report so I will just post it later.
August 28, 2003
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His Special Day...

According to him, the 27th day of the month is special to him. I knew why. Anyway, I decided not to show my disagreeable moods so his day will not be ruined. I respect the guy's wish and as much as I wanted to snap at him for trying to provoke me, I think he did not succeed. At first, I thought I had it messed up because we were not bantering while we walked towards the buzz center of Makati. I was pretty tired and I was at the verge of giving up when the chat easily came on. That was the start.

First, we had dinner; him - ordering a honey spareribs steak [something like that, cannot recall], me - my fave sizzling sisig. We chatted away about stuff and even let out some "steam" about work and colleagues.

Next, we whizzed by at
@ 6750 since I have been craving for some caffeine since the other day. I ordered for a mocha frappuccino - grande and him, a rhumba frappuccino - tall. We opted to sit down at the second floor which was pretty isolated at that time. As usual, we had a good laugh about stuff and about ourselves.

A few more ticks and we called it a night.
August 28, 2003
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Itchy Allergy...

I filed a sick leave from work for the past 1 and a half days. I just got back this afternoon. Honestly, I did not want to go to work but I have to. My superior will be back from his vacation and tomorrow [which is already today], I will be attending the NSCB press conference re 2nd Quarter RP National Accounts. Hay naku! Figures na naman. I have to take note a lot of figures again! Mahina pa naman ako sa numbers. Tsk...tsk...

I wonder when this blasted itch will disappear! I always have to wear long sleeves or put my blazer on even it is damned so hot. I really find it irritating but I cannot stomach at all the looks from people's eyes. Like they were thinking I got measles or chicken pox! "Bwitet talaga!"

It is already one week and I have already run out of meds and even my prescribed soap. "Taka lang ako kasi same size of soap yung prescribed and one week lang ubos na..." For that bar of soap, it costs more that 200 bucks! Incredible!
August 28, 2003
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Whiling Time with Quizilla.com

Okay, I'm supposed to do some reading about a homeWORK - meaning a WORK being brought home. But I cannot focus my mind on it now and I sorta felt bored. I am surfing around Altavista when this pop-ad appeared. It's Quizilla! Honestly, whenever this site comes across to mind, I always remember Godzilla. Hehehe! Sounds alike...

What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?

Gemini
You should be dating a Gemini!
21 May - 20 June
This mate is inquisitive, entertaining and charming,
liberal, broad-minded and youthful.
Though Gemini has a tendency to be impatient,
gossipy and sometimes irritable, this twin has the ability to express
his or her pent-up emotions during sex.


There's only one person in this world {one I will never forget} I know who is a true-blooded Gemini. His name is Oliver. I met him during my first few stints in the Oblation Corps, a volunteer society in UP. We were always thrown together in SK [StreetKids] Projects. Together with friend Jeni, we would just chat the entire "tambay" time at the SK office. From serious to hilarious stuff, from nonsense to rational ideas...the list goes on and on. We will discuss about politics, philosophy and even try to delve the logic in the irrational, pathetic side of this world.

But me being complemented by another Gemini is truly incredible. That would be a spark and clash of personalities! I know because both of us had once talked about this [He likes to discuss about zodiacs and astronomy, I think he believes in it]. We somehow assessed the what-ifs of 2 Geminians together. Both are head-strong, stubborn and most of the time, we don't give a damn. Okay! Not that I am saying there was something going on between us. Goodness! Not on this earth or even in this lifetime.
Oliver will surely let out a shriek and have a cardiac arrest afterwards. Hehehe! He just cannot see the "girl" in me. Not that I am complaining but we surely consider each other as good buds.


What would your Japanese name be? (female)

Maki
Maki - "Truly Rare"

Truly rare? It is more like: GENUINELY PECULIAR! In short, out of this world.


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!

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Power Rangers Movie!

*okay* 99% true!


The ULTIMATE personality test



I like the TRUST and BETRAYAL part...


What kind of kiss are you?

surprise
You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always
pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no
where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek
or more passionate embrace. Super markets and
work places are your favorite places to attack
your loved one with all your love =p

"Uy, grabe naman ito." I hate PDI nga eh. :bop:


What Drink Are You?


Congratulations! You're a black velvet! Smooth and dark,
you are potent and bitchy yet seductive and irresistible.

Ganon?!
August 27, 2003
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The Cook for Dinner...

Very late in the afternoon, Dex came over and spent the rest of the few hours at home before going to work on his 3rd shift. *hmm* He brought me a cake. Hehehe! Thank you, papi!

Anyway, we spent a few good hours chatting about stuff and laughing over the cast of Friends. For me, I think the most hilarious among the group is Joey. His every line definitely elicits a guffaw from his watchers. I really admire this guy. He delivers his lines at bull's eye point.

It was already past 7 in the evening when I decided to have a crack at cooking for dinner. First, I had the rice cooked and I was "rummaging" inside the chiller and freezer of the refrigerator, thinking what the hell to cook. What was visible to my eyes was the sliced fish. *hmm* I did not want to have fish for dinner. All the other stuff that was inside were thickly covered with ice. I really do not want to mess up with that but I had no choice. I found pork and chicken deeply plastered with ice. Anyway, I had them thawed for nearly an hour or so. I set them aside and prepared the thing to marinate the pork for the steak. All I did with the chicken was to have it rolled on with a garlic powder and fry it.

After thawing both pork and chicken, I had them cooked and ready for the finale.

Dinner was okay and we all had an easy banter.



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@ Random...

I have been spending the rest of the afternoon "cleaning" my computer from unwanted and unnecessary files stored in my hard disc. *hmm* I really have other better things to do but I cannot find the heart to start over it. I decided to clean the trash that somehow slows down the operation of my pc. Besides, I am looking for a document that has been long forgotten. It was just a letter I had my heart poured out during the lowest lows of my life. No need for anyone to see that.

While I am "ogling" at my pc at this moment, I have the boobtube on, tuned at a music channel. Honestly, I pretty missed the times when I was just alone in the house, spending my time in front of the TV and watching music videos.

It is funny because the music that I have found to my liking are necessarily played by some unknown persona or a group of personas, (well, at least unknown to me)for that matter. I know they have some hits going on, too but sometimes I did not expect them to be the one to sing it.

"Mukhang napag-iiwanan na yata ako ng panahon, ah." Before, I used to know every song that was played on air by a certain individual or group. Now, I am at a loss.

A group of 4 guys called the
Cold Play just sang the song Yellow. I basically like the song more for its beat and rhythm. I find the tempo soothing to my nerves. When I am sapped off with energy or sheer tension, the pulse of this song simply relaxes my uptight nerves. The beat slows down the hasty pace I am usually subjected to.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do


Another song at play is One Last Breath by Creed. I know they also have a number of hits before this one. I kinda like the beat, too.

Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking.
August 25, 2003
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August 25, 2003
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Why do the CHILDREN have to suffer?

I've been keeping all my emotions bottled up. Nobody seems to listen. In our society, people talk about why a marriage falls apart, who was responsible, who cheated first, how the properties were split, etc. But has anybody bothered to ask how the children are taking it?

Maybe, sometimes. I don't really know. What I know is how much I suffered as a child.

When I was in grade school, I would be awakened by the screaming of my parents. Before I knew it, they were living in separate bedrooms. Dad would angrily destroy Mom's orchids, and my Mom would throw the arinola at him.

Sometimes I would cut classes to go to the church to pray and to ask God why this had to happen. He became my friend in those lonely times.

I can still remember the time my Dad took away all his stuff. My little brother went with him, locking the car door while Mom pounded on it screaming hysterically. He was left in my Lola's care. When we were growing up, my other siblings and I spent weekdays with Mom and weekends with Dad. I was so ashamed then because I did not know anybody else who came from a broken family.

After I finished elementary, Dad convinced me to study in Manila where my younger brother was already studying then. I told Mom I would return for my summer vacations to our province but never did.

I had a hard time adjusting in the city with no Mom to guide me. I tried to find love among different people, particularly boys. Dad was always working late and my grandma was distant and aloof. I would cry late at night with no one to comfort me. Fortunately, my faith carried me through the difficult high school and college days.

My brother and I met Mom again this year. It was a tense and emotional reunion. I felt that a part of me had been recovered. I missed having Mom, but Dad can't accept it. He acts this way despite the fact that he already has his own family and rarely spends time with us. One time he even warned us against her.

I want to tell him he is being selfish. I know we are getting financial support from him but he doesn't have the right to tell us to stay away from Mom. After all these years, he still blames her for being a jealous, nagging bitch. But still that doesn't change the fact that she is our mother.

I wish parents would stop to think how their fights affect the children. Honestly, I don't know the extent of the damage they have done to my sister and brothers. I know we can't choose our parents, but it's sad to see the so-called guardians given to us by God giving us the worst example of love and forgiveness. Can't they see how much we are hurting? Sometimes, I think they just don't care so long as they can keep on competing who is the better parent. Geez. As if it matters to us!

I would like to tell them: Come on, stop bribing us with money and material things. Money can't buy the intact and happy family we long for.

I envy my half-sisters. Even if they don't carry our surname, they can enjoy the warmth of the love of my Dad and stepmom. Unlike them, we can spend our nights with only our Mom or our Dad beside us, not both.

To parents, I say: I know it's hard to live with somebody you can't get along with. But you make any rash decision, speak to your children and find out how they feel and tell them you care in spite of your marital problems. If you agree to part, please, be civil to each other. Spare the children the venom reserved for your spouse. Remember, hating the other also means hating a part of your child. You don't want your child to spend the rest of his life with a broken image of himself.

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M.C., 24, is studying for her master's in business administration. "Why do the children have to suffer?", Phil. Daily Inquirer, Dec. 12, 1998.


My 2 cents' worth: Sometimes, I cannot feel but hatred for parents who make their children suffer from such "childish" squabbles. I apologize for the term but that's the way I perceive it. Parents should try to settle their irreconcilable differences with civility. After all, they got married because, once, they shared something special.
August 25, 2003
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Grrr...

Ikaw ba kinakausap ko?! Ha?? Ikaw ba???? Ang kulit mo ha...promise! Inis na ko...grrr!!! Okay lang sana if you know what we are discussing about eh. The problem is: YOU DON'T!

August 25, 2003
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MOVIES on MY ROSTER!!!

I have them already lined up...

The Medallion

Jackie Chan stars as Eddie Yang, a resolute Hong Kong cop who suffers a near fatal accident while investigating a case involving a mysterious medallion. Eddie soon discovers that with the powerful medallion in his possession, he gains incredible speed, strength and skills - taking his martial arts abilities to a whole new level. Enlisting the help of British Interpol agent Nicole James (Claire Forlani), Eddie is determined to learn the secret of the medallion and face down the evil Snakehead (Julian Sands) who wants to use its awesome powers for his own nefarious plans.

Uptown Girls

Molly Gunn (Murphy) is the freewheeling daughter of a late rock legend and the toast of the Manhattan social scene, but when her inheritance is stolen, Molly is forced to do something she's never done before - get a job. She becomes nanny to precocious Ray Schleine (Fanning), an "eight-year-old going on forty." Emotionally distant from her A&R executive mother Roma (Locklear), Ray has grown up with a revolving door of nannies and too little stability. Molly and Ray both feel painfully alone in the world, but as they try to make their new arrangement work, each discovers in the other a true friend.

Pirates of the Carribean: THe Curse of the Blck Pearl

Set in the Caribbean Sea in the 17th century, this is the story of a gentleman rogue of a pirate, Jack Sparrow (Depp), who teams up with the daughter (Knightley) of a governor (Pryce) to stop the evil plan of a ship of dangerous pirates (led by Rush) who are trying to reverse an ancient curse that leaves them stuck between life and death, with the light of the moon revealing their skeletons, like some kind of undead monsters.

S.W.A.T

The tables are turned when the Los Angeles Police Department's S.W.A.T. (Special Weapons and Tactics) unit must protect a dangerous criminal. A grizzled veteran SWAT officer (Jackson) is given a second chance to cobble together a new SWAT team to protect the high-profile baddie.

Jeepers Creepers 2

As its 23 horrifying days of flesh-eating come to an end, an ancient creature known as the Creeper embarks on a final voracious feeding frenzy, terrorizing a group of varsity basketball players, cheerleaders and coaches stranded on a remote highway after their bus breaks down. Fighting their own fears and prejudices while trapped aboard the isolated bus, the terrified group of young athletes are forced to come together and do battle against the winged creature hell-bent on completing its grizzly ritual of feasting on humans.
August 25, 2003
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Movies...

Movies seen in the past few weeks; the top poster being the latest movie that was seen.













The Chinese movies aren't yet included in the roster. *hmm*
August 25, 2003
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*okay* Given that I am sleepy, will it be an excuse for blogging for the meantime? Oh, just to awaken this sleepyhead from dreamland. So, what do I wanna say now? Fine, I will not be ranting about my workload or my sleepiness. *hmm*

Inaway ko si
Dex yesterday. Di ko siya pinapunta ng house kasi na-badtrip ako kay Mamu. Kasi naman, pinasama ni Mamu yung isang "friend" nya sa dapat sana ay lakad namin. Ganito kasi iyon: Mamu asked me Saturday night kung saan ang lakad ko the following day. I told her wala coz I wanna rest. But then, sabi ko din if I can finish my tasks for the day and I am in the mood to go out, I will be doing my shopping. Shopping for clothes. Sabi niya, sama daw siya. Sabi ko, why not? Okay lang.

Kamukat-mukat mo, may isasama daw siya. Eh kilala ko iyong isasama. Na-badtrip ako kasi ayaw ko talaga may kasama kapag planado ko nang lalakad ako mag-isa. Pumayag ako na sumama si Mamu kasi Mamu ko iyon eh and minsan na lang kami magkasama. Hindi ba nakakainis yon? Kasi shopping nga iyon eh, meaning it will take a lot of time and siempre dapat hindi ka nagmamadali. Pag sinama mo pa iyon, iisipin ko pa kung enjoy ba siya, hindi ba sasakit ang paa niya kakalakad at kakaikot sa mall?! Eh, mas maarte pa iyon sa akin. Soci, coniotic na ewan. So, para walang gulo, nagsolo ako. Sumabay na lang iyong brother ko dahil he had to buy something from the bookstore. Well, it ended up like it was me and my brother who went shopping [not me and Mamu]. My brother and I had a great time. I treated him to dinner. Guess where? Hehehe! Sa Jollibee! Miss na raw niya doon. Hahaha! Kahit ayaw ko dun, sige, *okay* lang basta masaya siya eh.

So, back to - bakit ko away
Dex nga? To cut the long story short, naibunton ko lang iyung badtrip ko sa kanya. Hay...I felt so guilty talaga. It was not supposed to be that way but it already happened. Hindi na siya punta sa hauz kasi ayaw ko nga. But then, even if he wants to visit me home, he cannot. Why? Because he had tons of workload. I am not sure but their sysytem [if you call it as such] was infected by viruses. To think, they were only 2 in the office during their work shift. What a pity...
August 25, 2003
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What I had for lunch today? I ordered from Dimsun and Dumplings ng fried rice in a box - beef brisket with my mui favorito na siomai, one siopao and a nutty chocolate from dunkin' donuts. Oh yeah, I have a weird combination of food for lunch.

The reason: I had them "devoured" here on my working table. Less messy and uncomplicated. I need not have a dish and the usual stuff. After finishing them, I can shoot the trash right away in the trash bin.

Oh mai, gulay! Now, I am sleepy na. Darn it.

I am still figuring out how will I accomplish this cursive tabular presentation of Minimum Wages for NCR, Region IV and Region VII.

Excuse me but can I say...


...Damn it!

*okay* Now, I can breathe...
August 25, 2003
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Grrr.....naloloka na ko, ang daming work! Email pa lang sandamakmak na. Ok lang sana kung spam, {aside from the emails with spam caused by that blasted virus!} kaso puro work ang kasama ng emails na yun....

ei,
JON! Thank you for calling. As promised, the letter will be on its way. Pahingi muna mailing addy. Email mo po sa akin ang addy mo.

Ang dami kong letters na tinapos kagabi ha. Antok pa ko. Hehehe!
August 25, 2003
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Sobig.F Virus Slows; New Wave Seen Possible

NEW YORK (Reuters) - The fast-spreading Sobig.F e-mail virus is slowing after failing in its initial bid to bog down the Internet, but security experts issued fresh warnings to computer users on Sunday to brace for a possible new wave.

Sobig.F, which first emerged on Monday, was programmed by an unknown creator to unleash a data attack at 3 p.m. EDT on Sunday. But with the trigger -- a computer program unwittingly installed on 20 poorly defended computers mostly in the United States and Canada -- deactivated on Friday, Sunday's attempt was expected to be a non-event, security experts said.

"We should all be OK," said Graham Cluley, senior technology consultant at UK-based Sophos Anti-Virus. An automated barrage planned for Friday was averted after government and security industry experts raced to diffuse the digital trigger that could have taken control of more than 100,000 infected computers and possibly crippled the Internet.

The number of infected computers worldwide fell dramatically from Saturday to Sunday, declining by one-third in the 24-hour period to 98,205 from 145,264, according to a virus map from anti-virus software maker Trend Micro.

North America had the highest number of zombie computers at 68,911, a one-day drop of 22 percent. Meanwhile, the number of infected computers in Europe declined by 51 percent to 26,727 machines. But from a smaller base, infections in Asia jumped 41 percent to 8,258, according to Tokyo-based
Trend Micro's site.

"Now, it's a case of a big clean up for (technicians) and learning a lesson for the next time there's an e-mail worm," Cluley said. The next time could be in weeks. SoBig.F is the sixth version of a virus that first appeared in January. Each one has been the stronger than the previous, security officials said.

SoBig.F is programmed to expire on Sept. 10. "We would expect to see the next one some time after September 10, not necessarily on September 11,
but within the ensuing weeks," Cluley said. The virus spreads when unsuspecting computer users open file attachments in e-mails that contain familiar headings like "Thank You!," and "Re: Details."

Once the file is opened, Sobig.F resends itself to e-mail addresses from the infected computer and signs the e-mail using a random name and address from the computer's address book. SoBig.F was released on a sex-oriented Internet discussion group on Monday, according to security experts and EasyNews.com, the Internet service provider that supplied the discussion group with Web access.

In the ensuing days it spread to hundreds of thousands of computers and sent out millions of virus-infected e-mails.
August 22, 2003
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I wonder...

So, where's my tag-board? I cannot even browse my friends' tag-boards? Hay naku...
August 22, 2003
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I know it is a free day today and I miss my friends. I know what to do even before I came across these lines:

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs much of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely." Pam Brown
August 22, 2003
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Allergy Attacks…

It was just a few hours after the Saturday sun had risen in the bright horizon when I noticed something peculiar.

I was lazily lounged at the sofa studying a chapter from my Nihonggo book when something atypical caught my still-sleepy eyes. I had minute, not-so-reddish spots growing on my lower arms. That day, I only had them in both lower arms. To this day, I already them in both arms – upper and lower, neck, nape, chest and abdomen. Before it was not much of a bother. It was not even that itchy.

What got me worried was the thought that it might be something contagious. I do not want anyone catching a virus or even what ailment it might bring to someone. I thought it was probably smallpox or measles. I do not even know what the distinction is between the two. I do not even want to know.

Lately, I find the weather a little hot and prickly for my unwelcomed spots. The heat irritates my spots more that they do to me. Talc and menthol ointment were unappreciated by my shameless spots.

The second reason that drove me to see a doctor was I got worried. I had been doing some light scratching and I was worried it will do more damaged to my already “damaged” skin. Hehehe! Call me vain but is it a sin to care and be concerned how I might look afterwards?! I was not gifted with a light, smooth, supple skin so I cannot be blamed for being so worried about scars and unwanted, undesirable scratch marks.

The finality – I filed for a leave from work Wednesday and had a check-up in Makati. The doctor asked me if I had allergies and I vehemently denied that I never get allergies at all. “Balat kalabaw nga eh.”

She did not believe me! Can you believe that? I do not think I am allergic to food. I had been raking this head of mine thinking what I had taken the entire Friday – breakfast, lunch, dinner and in-between meal snacks. For the life of me, I cannot remember one distinguishable edible item that I have taken that will cause such itchy attack.

One thing that caught me thinking and I was considering that it might be really an allergy was the mention of soaps. She asked me what soap I am using. Am I using strong scented soaps? *hmm* Did I change bath soap? Well, I am not using those irritable, perfumed-smelling soaps but I did change the one that I was using before this hateful spots started to appear. Last month, I switched from using Godiva to Ivory soaps. I was doing my grocery then and since there were no Godiva stocks, I opted to use Ivory. I really find it ironic thinking about Ivory soaps’ byline.

The doctor prescribed to me an intake of Claritin tablets per day for a week. Another prescription is to use this Oilatrin soap continuously. If nothing happens after a week, I was told to go back and seek her again.

I realized that my so-called “carabao skin” is susceptible to allergies. “Sensitive pala ng skin ko…” hehehe!
August 22, 2003
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What about SmallVille?

I rarely watch the boobtube nor I have the penchant to spend so much money on buying VCDs. I don’t even have the fondness to watch and spend my time viewing shows featuring teen-aged flicks.

But for the past few weeks, I have been watching this “teen-crazed” show. Pretty ironic, huh?!

Well, nights will see me off to bed after a series of watching Smallville. I will not even bother elaborate what this show is all about.

I am not so sure at all how the showing goes on regular TV but I am already glued to the second season. Honestly, I find it appealingly interesting. Maybe, the teen-aged mind of the immature me show itself once in a while. *hmm*

Anyway, I maybe spending some precious time of mine watching the series but the critical and forthright side of me gets on the loose.

So, how do I find the characters of each personalities? *hmm*



With his abilities, I find Clark Kent a champion for great causes. But of course, that is supposed to be his portrayal. A superhero with a human heart in that sense. Sometimes, the emotional sense in him gets in the way but in the end, everything turns out okay.



So what about Lana Lang? Please excuse me but I find her the most hated character in the cast. Wanna ask me why? Oh well, it is just that I find her a little dumb and “pa-cute.” Whenever the limelight is on her, I already know where her speech lines will go. It is always redirected to her. If somebody tells her a problem, she will listen, yes. Afterwards, she will go on narrating her own ordeal. “Parang lagi nyang isinisingit sarili nya.” Promise, “nakakainis talaga.” She has this habit of rolling her eyes and there goes the “pa-cute” stuff. She is a counterpart of the Dumb Blonde. I call her the Oriental Dumb!



Hehehe! I love Lex Luthor, on the other hand. Fine, I was somehow “enchanted” by his manly features. Should I specify what feature it is? Okay, it was his bald head. I like bald men. Not the BALD men, if you know what I mean. Plus factor was the way he projects himself, his mannerisms and all that. Too shallow, aren’t I? I do not deny such bold fact. I liked the way he stood on his own, fighting with grit against his overbearing, heartless father, Lilo Luthor.



And Chloe? I wonder if I spelled her name, right. Ah, the brave and she-knows-where-her-place-in-the-world girl! So much in love with the main star who is her bestfriend. She always tries to keep a straight face whenever Clark is around. She keeps all the heartaches to herself so as not to put their friendship in peril. That kind of pain cuts deeply. The kind of wound that will let TIME and ACCEPTANCE heal.

For now, these are the casts that pique me while sitting in front of my pc and watching them while chomping a number of my favorite chocolate bar.
August 19, 2003
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I'm still here...

Saturday wasn't a cool day after all, literally and figuratively speaking. I had my reasons:
~ I woke up with tinee-weenie reddish spots on both arms. It was kinda weird because I was expecting it to itch that much but the itchiness never killed me. That was a good sign.
~ In the metropolis area where I live, from sunrise to sundown, it was pouring nonstop. That day*, I did not find school cool at all. I wasn't so eager to go to language class for I wasn't prepared for recitation (I did not study :bonkself:)
August 19, 2003
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Words of Wisdom for the Day...

"When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it a way.

But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
August 19, 2003
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Power Black-out in First World Countries

I was checking my corporate mails and I got this news report from The Economist. So what do you think about this? I wonder...

THE DAY THE LIGHTS WENT OUT
Aug 15th 2003
The Economist Global Agenda


President George Bush has ordered an inquiry into a massive power failure affecting up to 60m North Americans. Whatever the immediate cause, an overloaded transmission system and poor regulation may be the real culprits.



So this is what happens when two of the first world’s richest countries suffer a third-world blackout. On Thursday August 14th, a massive power failure switched off lights and shut down factories across a large swathe of the north-eastern United States and southern Canada. The outage affected some of the world’s biggest and busiest cities, including New York, Detroit, Cleveland and Toronto, leaving up to 60m people without electricity, equivalent to the entire population of France or Britain.

So severe was the disruption in New York state that its governor, George Pataki, declared a state of emergency. The centre of New York became gridlocked as traffic signals failed. Confused workers spilled on to the streets, while thousands more were trapped for hours in lifts and hot, crowded subway trains. Hordes of stranded commuters ended up having to spend Thursday night in the city's parks and plazas. Thieves in Brooklyn in New York, and in Canada’s capital, Ottawa, took advantage of the absence of streetlights and burglar alarms, and went on a looting spree. Officials were taken aback by the speed at which the chaos unfolded. The blackout spread in a matter of seconds, tripping circuit breakers installed to protect electrical installations from sudden, potentially damaging power jolts. A nonplussed President George Bush described the incident as a “massive national problem” and promised a full investigation into what caused it.

That is still a matter of some debate. At first, naturally, there were fears of terrorist involvement, but this was quickly ruled out. However, officials were left arguing about what had actually happened. The office of Canada’s prime minister, Jean Chrétien, said that a severe outage at a nuclear-power plant in Pennsylvania may have been the cause. Earlier, American and Canadian officials had said a fire or perhaps lightning had hit a power plant near Niagara Falls in New York state. By Friday morning, investigations were focusing on plants in northern Ohio.

What is clear is that this was the biggest power failure ever to strike North America. In total, more than 20 power plants were temporarily shut down, including nine nuclear reactors in four American states. This makes it even more disruptive than the “Great Blackout of 1965”, which affected about 30m people in America and Canada. That outage was triggered by a single circuit-breaker tripping on one power line, again near Niagara Falls. This overloaded other transmission lines, triggering their circuit-breakers and thereby isolating some power plants, setting off a chain reaction that, within five minutes, had blacked out much of the north-eastern United States and part of the Canadian province of Ontario.

Like Mr Bush, Lyndon Johnson, America’s president at the time of the 1965 blackout, demanded a full investigation. He called in the defence ministry and the Federal Bureau of Investigation to take part in the inquiry. One of its main outcomes was the creation of the North American Electric Reliability Council, a New Jersey-based industry group that works to ensure reliable service on the 500,000 miles of high-voltage power lines across North America. But as demand for electricity has grown, the council has found it increasingly hard to maintain the transmission system. Indeed, industry experts have been warning for some years that it is creaking under the weight of ever-heavier power loads. And the problem continues to get worse: the Electric Power Research Institute, based in Palo Alto, California, estimates that demand for power in America has grown at twice the rate at which transmission capacity has increased in the past decade. The rapid growth of power-thirsty air conditioning systems has played a big part. “We’re a superpower with a third-world grid. We need a new grid,” Bill Richardson, the governor of New Mexico and a former federal energy secretary, told CNN. “The problem is that nobody is building enough transmission capacity.”

But there are obstacles in the way of building new capacity. Attempts to upgrade the electricity system usually face strong opposition in local communities, which want access to all the electricity they can use but are loth to have power plants and transmission towers on their doorstep. Industry watchers say that since the power-transmission business is so tightly regulated, companies do not have enough incentive to invest in beefing up the network. As with California’s energy crisis in 2000-01, poor regulation of the energy market is likely to be among the underlying causes of the latest east-coast blackout.

Plenty of companies outside the power industry will also have something to say about the blackout. On Friday morning, oil prices rose on fears that the temporary closure of refineries would lead to fuel shortages. Late trading on America’s financial markets on Thursday was hit by the outages, which shut dealing rooms across the region. But the New York Stock Exchange and Nasdaq opened on Friday morning as usual, and most big Wall Street firms said contingency plans were working well and emergency power generators were running smoothly (though many bankers and brokers could not get into work). Seven big airports were affected for several hours and hundreds of flights delayed or cancelled. By Friday morning, though, the Federal Aviation Administration had lifted its temporary ban on flights into New York and some Canadian airports.

With Detroit losing power, the heart of North America’s car industry was caught in the blackout. At one point, 23 of Ford’s 44 North American plants were down, and nine of DaimlerChrysler’s 13 vehicle-assembly plants. Some of these were planning to reopen on Friday, while others may have to stay shut until the weekend or Monday. It is not yet clear how much this will cost the industry. An unplanned plant shutdown can hit profits directly, since some carmakers book revenues when a vehicle is built, although short interruptions can usually be made up through overtime.

North America’s electricity systems are more closely interconnected than they were when the 1965 blackout struck. Most of the vast area between the Atlantic and the Rocky Mountains is now plugged together in one massive electricity grid, with thousands of generating plants pumping energy in and hundreds of millions of electricity users drawing it out: the grid has been called “the biggest machine in the world”. When it works, this hugely complex contraption is highly economic because, at any given moment, the demand for electricity can be matched with the cheapest set of power sources available at that time across the entire region. But when this monster machine malfunctions, as tens of millions of North Americans have just found out, the consequences can be spectacular.
August 19, 2003
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I am currently spending almost 3 hours checking mails from both my corporate and personal inbox. Checking, replying to urgent ones and setting aside those that aren't so important at all. I was absent yesterday, on a Monday - of all days!

Might blog on later this afternoon about my escapades for the past 3 days.

Laterz!
August 16, 2003
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Boring, Busy Saturday...

Yesterday, my Research Director was supposedly out of the country for a 2-weeks vacation. I admit I was awaiting such departure. Not because I had plans of not going to work or kill my time over some unproductive work. The reason was otherwise.

I was longing to finish all my pending research tasks over a period of 3 days and afterwards, delve on new ones that will make my superior a little surprised when he gets back. I can still do this since he had just moved his departure date, today. actually, at this very minute, he is already on board on a JAL plane.

*****

Last night, I was also supposed to attend the
PEX Congo Grille EB. Unfortunately, the heavy downpour stopped me from doing so. My boyfriend and I were already at the Ortigas area. We just hang-out in the mall, waiting for the rain to drop down a little bit. I tried to call up Jovee, TJ, Paul and Jorry to check if they were already there. No one answered my call except for dear pal, Jorry. He said they were already there. I told him that we were on our way. Just a few walks away.

I already planned to hail a cab but doing so, was futile enough. Lots of people were wanting to get one and the number of cabs passing by can be counted by your fingers. We waited for a while but still, to no avail. In the end, we decided to go home. I was really wanting to go since I want to see again some good friends of mine whom I haven't seen for a long time. Somehow, I got disappointed and made my spirits low.

I texted
Jorry and told him that we're heading home because of the rain.
August 15, 2003
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Tell My Type

I am taking a series of quizzes this time from the posted link above. It is just a click away. It offers different types of personality tests.


STRESS PERSONALITY PROFILE

Overworked Olivia

OVERWORKED OLIVERS & OVERWORKED OLIVIAS - 80.09
(Too Many Responsibilities - Too Little Time)

"A Little Hard Work Never Killed Anybody"

The 'Overworked Oliver/Olivia' is a very responsible person with a high capacity to work hard. More often than not they are strongly contributing to providing for a family (either financially or via the work of parenting), and have a kind of practical 'do what needs to be done' approach to life. (They are a little more frequently male than female).

Unfortunately, the demands of their lives (particularly at work) have often crept up on them to the point of being overwhelming. This leaves them feeling generally 'stressed out', but also somewhat bored and lonely, very much wanting something more than 'the daily grind'. Some (but not all) are prone to turn to sweets and alcohol for relief.

There are several stress-relieving alternatives which are effective for Overworked Olivers/Olivias. All of them involve first recognizing the mentality the responsibilities of the 'daily grind' tends to produce. Because of a sense of duty and responsibility, Overworked Olivers/Olivias usually think that their responsibilities must always come before their personal needs for stress relief. In the extreme, this turns out to be irrational thinking because, without allowing time for relief of stress, their work suffers and it actually takes them MORE time to complete their daily responsibilities. A vicious cycle is then set up because, feeling shorter on time, they continue to place more and more priority on their work, running themselves down, which makes their work less efficient, which makes them shorter on time, etc.

Most important then is recognizing that taking the time for the constructive relief of stress IS the responsible thing to do. The Overworked Oliver/Olivia needs to know that caring for themselves is necessary in order to truly care for the others in their lives.

Not surprisingly, statistically, Overworked Olivers/Olivias do best when they make the time to get a good night's sleep (#1 stress reliever), but also benefit from studying time management techniques. Within the time management technique arena, learning strategies for setting priorities (that include some additional self care), and learning to resolve certain problems immediately (so they don't build) are most effective for the Overworked Oliver/Olivia.

Secondarily, some Overworked Olivers/Olivias find it helpful to make an effort to become more 'psychologically minded'. This entails doing a little reading of the self-help literature (particularly the time management literature), but also relying a little more on discussing daily stress with someone who cares.

Financial concerns are also often a source of stress for the Overworked Oliver/Olivia, and are usually a part of what is driving them to work so hard. Financial planning sometimes serves to reduce this stress (see money personality section).

Finally, the shortage of time (or the physical stresses of work) in the Overworked Oliver/Olivia's life has often prevented them from integrating an exercise routine. Making the time for exercise often strongly decreases the perceived stress level. It can clear the mind and make it more effective at work. (See your doctor for an evaluation prior to beginning an exercise program please).


PROCRASTINATION PERSONALITY PROFILE ---> THE FEELER - 72.3

The Feeler is usually a sensitive, compassionate woman who finds a great deal of joy (and relief) in sharing problems with friends and loved ones (often on the telephone). While this is a wonderful outlet for the The Feeler, the desire to verbalize and socialize is a constant pull which, at times interferes with her ability to attend to her personal goals.

Thankfully, The Feelers respond well to time management interventions. By simply taking the time each week to breakdown and prioritize tasks, plan their execution in order of priority, and to review how time was actually spent during the preceding week the Responsible Extravert often suddenly finds a few extra hours in their week and is able to make the time for a few WOULD LIKE TOs (at least more so than without doing this time planning).

As with all types of procrastination, writing down the specific goal as well as the smaller milestones to be reached on the way to that goal is the first step in resolving the procrastination and accomplishing the goal. This is particular important for the The Feeler because it reinforces the desire to achieve these goals.

Beyond this, it is useful for the The Feeler to put aside some planned time to work on her personal goals, and to surround this time on both sides with a stress reducing activity (other than social contact). This begins to make personal goal work and organization a pleasant experience to which, with practice, the The Feeler will look forward.


ROMANTIC PERSONALITY PROFILE ---> THE ROMANTIC REALIST - 76.99

Whereas the Hopeless Romantic relentlessly pursues the experience of being one with their partner, the Romantic Realist is more likely to move in and out of this experience. Although the Romantic Realist ALSO enjoys the sense of romantic merging, they spend perhaps more energy emphasizing their own individuality and that of their partner. Similarly, (s)he will not absolutely always put her loved one's needs completely before her own, though quite frequently this is the case. The Romantic Realist might more accurately be described as a 'tempered' romantic.

In contrast to the Hopeless Romantic, the Romantic Realist feels true love often without sharing all of their thoughts with their loved one, despite sometimes feeling uncomfortable staring in their partners eyes, and despite not necessarily feeling weak at the knees when kissing. The Romantic Realist isn't necessarily willing to act silly to entertain their lover, and a few may not completely merge their finances after marriage.

Although the Romantic Realist believes it is possible to find an undying romance and strongly desires this in their life, they also believe that true love does not necessarily last forever in all circumstances, and virtually none believe that divorce should be avoided at all costs.

In contrast to the Hopeless Romantic, the Romantic Realist believes it takes more time to fall in love, usually at least several months, and almost certainly not at first sight, though they acknowledge that very strong feelings often emerge in the initial contact with a potential mate.

A very small minority of Romantic Realists (as compared to ZERO Hopeless Romantics) have some reservations about the difficulties engendered by non-traditional relationships (those that cross culture or traditional gender lines).


DIET PERSONALITY PROFILE ---> THE FOOD FINESSER - 85.02

Motto = 'Everything in Moderation'

The Food Finesser is someone who loses control with food on rare occasions, and reports far fewer classes of triggers. As a consequence, although not perfectly satisfied with their weight, Food Finessers are a good deal thinner than others.

There is some evidence that the Food Finesser's ability to regulate their intake of food is a blessing either bestowed upon them by genetics or learned early in life. Unlike ALL other diet personalities, the Food Finesser is someone who has not struggled intensely with their weight in their life. They have had to try far fewer diets, their heaviest adult weight is a lot thinner than others, they have yo-yo'd up and down across significant weight ranges far less, and are about half as less likely to have tried a New Year's Resolutions to coerce themselves into losing weight.

The Food Finesser's strength seems to be that food doesn't really occupy a central position in their life. They are closest to the truly 'Eat to Live' philosophy as opposed to 'Live to Eat'. They actually don't think about food all that much. Food Finessers are also more likely to be regular vitamin takers, and to reduce stress by exercise (particularly weightlifting). These are seen as health related tools to supplement a good life and are a matter of course that makes sense on an ongoing basis. They avoid fads in all of their approaches to healthy living.

When a Food Finesser wants dessert, they have it, but can be satisfied with just a few bites. At other times, they might have two or three servings because it fits the celebratory tone of the moment. They naturally cut back the next day without guilt or remorse. They're just not as hungry, so they eat less.

Food Finessers have a distinctive personality type. They lean more towards objectivity and logic than emotion when making important decisions. They like to think things out before they speak, and are very capable of significant accomplishments while working on their own. Their real personality strength, however, is the ability to use their intuition to temper their objectivity. It's a powerful combination which helps them to make successful and satisfying food choices.


MONEY PERSONALITY PROFILE ---> THE FREEDOM SEEKER - 96.21

The Freedom Seeker is usually a very extraverted, life loving, fun oriented person. Generally young (at least in spirit), well educated, and frequently single, the freedom seeker is less concerned with building a balance 'for a rainy day' than with developing funds to allow them the freedom to conduct their lives. They see money as a source of excitement, adventure, reward and sometimes luxury. It can provide opportunities for creative expression and comfort which can balance the intense efforts they exert daily. They need relief from the arduous schedules and commitments of their overwhelmingly busy everyday lives. Money buys the perks that make it all worthwhile.

The Freedom Seeker relies fairly heavily upon their intuition, often acting on a strong gut feeling about people or situations. In most life circumstances this character trait is a strength which serves them well, and it often does with money too. Many people describe them as lucky, when in fact they make good hunches based on their excellent powers of observation and empathy. However, sometimes the Freedom Seeker's intuition can lead them to spend a little too much or to choose the wrong investments. (This is particularly true when they are feeling bored or lonely). For this reason, Freedom Seekers report some financial stress and regret over some past decisions. Those who are most successful are the ones who have identified (and paid for) experts to counsel them.

Another tactic employed successfully by Freedom Seekers is to identify lower cost solutions which provide the same sense of adventure and excitement when money is tight. They love exercising their creativity. Finding creative shopping solutions works for many; e.g., switching to shopping at Daffy's allows them the pleasure of seeing great styles and colors at affordable more affordable prices. Finding alternative ways to spend time that are satisfying but less money intensive have also been reported. Drawing, painting, dancing, games, movies, outdoor activities, internet surfing, and particularly gatherings of friends are some fun and enjoyable options until they have the money to spend as they like.


DREAM PERSONALITY PROFILE ---> THE DREAM FOR FUN - 48.27

The Dream for Fun is someone who believes that dreams are a fun, unusual, and exciting experience. While they do believe that dreams have meaning and relevance to their lives, they look to their dreams more like most Americans look to the movies -- as a temporary escape from their ordinary lives into a world filled with intrigue, drama, romance, humor, adventure, etc.

Dream for Funs are less apt to ask "what does this dream mean" (although they do want to know) than to say to themselves "that dream was really cool -- I will really enjoy reflecting on it and holding it in my mind for a while". They also enjoy sharing their dreams with their friends and listening to their friend's dreams as a kind of social activity.

Statements which a Dream for Fun might most agree with include "I really like it when my friends share their dreams with me and I try to get them to do so", "The stranger my dream is, the more compelled I feel to tell people about it", or "I've got to laugh at some of the things that I dream, and if you have a minute I'll tell you, you won't believe it!"

In addition to finding dreams a source of entertainment, Dream for Funs sometimes use their dreams themselves (not the sharing or interpreting of dreams) as a source of pleasure. At these times they are less interested in sharing their dreams than in actually revisiting their dreams, and in creating more and more pleasurable experiences within them.

Dream for Funs also believe that dreams can be a source of creative inspiration - providing source material for art, music, poetry, stories, or other expressive endeavors. Finally, many Dream for Funs believe that dreams can be a spiritual experience - a manner in which they can become more in tune with the meaning of their life, their feelings about God or their religious beliefs.

Most Dream for Funs enjoy keeping a dream diary and organizing their dream thoughts because this preserves the dreams beyond the limits of their short term memory, and allows them to enjoy their dreams over and over again. (It also engages them in improving their organizational abilities, which provide benefits beyond dream entertainment/pleasure).


PET PERSONALITY

DOG INVOLVEMENT - 98.27


This factor measures the degree to which dog owners are involved with their dogs. People high on this factor usually had taught their dog to do many basic obedience behaviors (sit, come, stay), had few worries about how their dog would behave around other people or dogs, and were generally interested in experiencing as deep a human-dog bond as possible. Not surprisingly, besides training their pets, people who were highly dog involved often "spoiled" them - they had them sit on their laps, regularly fed them "people food" like cheese and vegetables, stroked them with (and let them lick) their feet, regularly talked to them out loud when no one else was around, tended to take a lot of pictures (even home movies) of their dogs, and liked to teach them tricks (how to howl or sing, for example). Many highly dog involved people also said that they liked their dog better than they liked most people, and admitted that they don't always pick up their dog's poop outside when they are supposed to.

I LIKE MY PET BETTER THAN I LIKE MOST PEOPLE - 51.7

People endorsing this item said they were fonder of their pets than they were of the average person they met.
August 15, 2003
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I got bored...

Emotionally stressed-out, feeling cold, a little sleepy, disoriented, bored despite being busy - I decided to take an early mawning break.

While "lavishly devouring" a pack of
Hershey's chocolate kisses, I hit on the AltaVista search engine and typed "quiz." I was in the mood to answer Q&A types of quizzes. I opted for the ColorQuiz which is a 5-minute personality quiz.

The results:


Your Existing Situation
Needs warm companionship, but is intolerant of anything short of special consideration from those close to her. If this is not forthcoming, she is liable to shut herself away from the others.

Your Stress Sources
Has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high as her own, and to stand out from the rank and file. This subjects her to considerable stress, but she sticks to her attitudes despite lack of appreciation. Finds the situation uncomfortable and would like to break away from it, but refuses to compromise with her opinions. Unable to resolve the situation because she continually postpones making the necessary decision as she doubts her ability to withstand the opposition which would result. Needs the esteem of others, compliance with her wishes, and respect for her opinions before she can feel at ease and secure.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Demanding and particular in her relations with her partner or those close to her. But careful to avoid open conflict since this might reduce her prospects of realizing her hopes and ideas. Feels trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation and seeking some way of gaining relief. Able to achieve satisfaction from sexual activity. Wants to broaden her fields of activity and insists that her hopes and ideas are realistic. Distressed by the fear that she may be prevented from doing what she wants; needs both peaceful conditions and quiet reassurance to restore her confidence. Circumstances are such that she feels forced to compromise for the time being if she is to avoid being cut off from affection or from full participation.

Your Desired Objective
Longs for a tender and sympathetic bond and for a situation of idealized harmony. Has an imperative need for tenderness and affection. Susceptible to anything esthetic.

Your Actual Problem
The tensions induced by trying to cope with conditions which are really beyond her capabilities, or reserves of strength, have led to considerable anxiety and a sense of personal (but unadmitted) inadequacy. She attempts to escape into a substitute world in which things are more nearly as she desires them to be.

Your Actual Problem #2
Greatly impressed by the unique, by originality, and by individuals of outstanding characteristics. Tries to emulate the characteristics she admires and to display originality in her own personality.
August 14, 2003
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Richard Turned Senti...

I was cleaning my corporate mailbox when I got a mail from Richard, one of the Trekkers. It was kinda unusual for him to send such email. *hmm*

I have put some my comments right after every letter. Some are nice, pick-up lines; others are pretty "baduy." Hehehe!


a. One night, the moon said to me, "if he makes you cry, why don't you leave him?" I looked back at the moon and said, "Moon, would you ever leave your sky?" [mejo mushy 'ata ang arrive nitong line na ito...]

b. You are the reason why even at the saddest part of my life, I smile. Why even at my confusion, I understand. Why even in betrayal, I trust. Why even infear of pain, I love. [hmm....TOUCHE!!!]

c. I want the world to see us together but I always want to be alone with you. I want you to miss me but I don't want to be away from you. I want to give you all of me but how can I give it away when all of me is you? [uy, type....hehehe! ]

d. It's hard to hold on to something that you know would never be yours in any way you think of. You just have to learn to let go and face the fact that while good things never last, some don't even start. (patay tayo dyaaaan!!) [ay, di pa man, unsyami na agad...]

e. I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless him and I find myself wondering why but of all the people I could have loved, I had to fall for someone destined to be taken away from me. [some things aren't meant to be...]

f. Being the right one for someone is a full time job. But if one day everything just slips away, it doesn't mean that he isn't the right one after all. It only means that he isn't ready yet to be the right one for you. [well, this one would really hurt...so bad..]

g. Since the day you left, I've changed. I've become older, wiser and more mature. But there's still a young, stupid part of me. my heart --- because it has never stopped loving you. [ano ba yan! ang corny ha...pang-teen-ager lang na line ito ah...]

h. It hurts when we risk our hearts and it ends up getting broken. But what hurts even more is when we still hold on when we already know that we're waiting for nothing. [ouch! yan reaction ko before...now, it doesn't matter at all...]

i. It's so hard to say I'm fine without you, but deep down inside I'm hurting and I have to pretend I'm okay, smile and hold back the tears because from what I can see, you're doing fine without me. [ohhh, so sad naman....huhuhu!]

j. I'm holding on to the thought that you're not mine. I'm gonna look at you in the eye, smile and say, "You're not mine". Then I'd walk away. turn around at the last second and say, "but I wish you were." (*wink*) [hmm..nice thought...]

k. You walked into my life through an open door. Then you left, closing that door and opening another. Now I'm wondering how many more doors I need to go through till open the one that leads me back to you. [need a key? i can have one made for you..*wink*]
August 14, 2003
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Driving Me Crazy...

I have no urgent tasks ahead but I have tons of pending paperworks. "Nakakaloka kasi ang daming babasahin."

It doesn't bother me much to read lots of documents and monitor economic-related news but the thing is: I have to read them with deep comprehension. General, AFTA, WTO, Auto Excise Tax...the list goes on and on. Argghh!!
August 14, 2003
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Twisted
Jessica Zafra

On one hand, it's touching to see that ideals still count for something in this cynical world, and that soldiers will risk their careers and maybe their lives to denounce corruption and deceit. On the other hand, their methods are unpardonable, their grip on reality is tenuous, and they do not have the guts to finish what they started. In standing up for their principles, they only managed to squish our economy.

Thanks to these drama queens in fatigues, no one will ever take Pinoys seriously again. I'd like to shake their hands and then kick them in the head. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!? Were you even thinking?

Here are some things the aspiring plotter should bear in mind.

1. Just because we took to the streets to overthrow governments twice before doesn't mean we'll automatically do it again, even if you are cute.

2. If your group has actually met with the President and been in the headlines for two weeks, you cannot convince people that you have no other way to air your grievances.

3. A coup d'etat is "the violent overthrow of an existing government by a small group." A press conference is a meeting called for the purpose of making a statement to the media. It is not necessary to occupy a building to get reporters to show up. Sometimes a phone call and drinks will suffice.

4. Do not contradict yourselves by announcing, "This is not a coup," then declaring that you are prepared to die fighting. Press conferences do not usually have a body count.

5. If you cannot string three words together without faltering, you should probably get someone else to be the spokesman.

6. When choosing a reason to overthrow a government, make sure it is significant, compelling and fairly recent. Yes, it' s terrible that the military sells bullets to rebels (as alleged), but in the light of the other stuff we've heard and are ready to believe, it's piddling. Also, Fr. Cirilo Nacorda in Lamitan, Basilan, made those same accusations over a year ago.

7. Rumors of the impending declaration of martial law are not likely to freak out people who not only survived 14 years of it but also hear such rumors on a
weekly basis.

8. Lining up and doing snappy quarter-turns before the cameras reminds people of beauty contests, and should probably be avoided during a military
rebellion.

9. When you take over a hotel or a full-service apartment building, you' re supposed to take hostages, not send them away, especially if these include ambassadors of other countries.

10. Send your parents out of town so you are spared the agony and embarrassment of seeing them on TV, beseeching you to give up.

11. Of course it' s all right for guys to cry in public; we like sensitive males. However, we would prefer that you cry after you've actually done something. Otherwise you just look like a wuss.

12. Don't say "microcosm." Just don't.

13. If you want the citizens to rally to your cause, do not alienate their affections by barring access to the mall.
August 14, 2003
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Towards the Dumps...

I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. From the moment I opened my eyes till the time I am hitting these keys away, I really have the gut feeling this day will turn out to be a bad day. Wrong start!

It maddens me to know that when you show people that you care, they take it the wrong way around. It frustrates me to feel that despite letting them know that you are concerned with their welfare, they just ignore you or outrightly disregard you.

It seems that they don't get the message at all.

Am I doing, showing it the wrong way?

"Turning tables" seem to be the ballgame here. Honestly, I am beginning to hate it.

Hope people will somehow learn how to practice what they preach.

Oh yes! I am damn mad...madder than I thought.

Lately, I have been doing some thinking. I might as well "refurbish" one skill I have honed before to almost near perfection. Unfortunately, I happened to drop that guise for some personal reasons. Now, I regret doing such.

In entirety, I have to put up that hard shell again. After all, some people just don't realize how painful it was to get hurt.
August 13, 2003
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Chubidopdap...

Evening, blog!

I just got home a few minutes back. I was in a hurry to leave the office. My superior was out the entire day and I do not want him to see me still in the office after 5. He might delay me from leaving and I was so eager to go to Timezone and play. Dex was supposed to pick me up from the office but I decided against it. I called him up and told him to check me out at Timezone G4.

Upon arriving, I loaded my Timezone card with 500 credit. That means 500 bucks splurging on a few minutes of fun. It doesn't matter at all. What matters is that I am enjoying myself.

Well, I had a 2 flash drives of Daytona and a hit from basketball when Dex finally arrived. For the first flash, I won the first place among the 4 guys I was "driving" with. For the second one, I tied up for a second place with this cute guy {still wearing his long sleeves and then later on, rolled it up} driving on my left side.

Afterwards, I had 3 more basketball hits and Dex, 2 hits. To complete the zest, one more Daytona drive.

I was kinda disappointed with my score in basketball. Normally, I reach the 30th score for a shot. But lately, I am always down between 22-26 score shots. Not bad at all but still, I prefer to indulge in getting a higher score.

The bad thing is, Dex is catching up and my! He plays well. Such a good challenger. I am up for a rematch!
August 13, 2003
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The Lazy Me...

Good Mawning, blog!

I haven't blog much in here for the past 2-3 weeks, I think. What were posted here were mostly, for reading and info kicks. I really did not find the time to sit down and think and write what had happened for the past weeks. I am up to revising my blog contents but I still have to check and learn how.

Last night, Dex picked me up and watched the movie, Naked Weapon. Ganda nung movie but it was kinda violent. {Pano kaya naging maganda ang isang violent movie? *hmm*}



Here is the synopsis of the movie:

The movie, wriitten by Jing Wong, is about young girls abducted (some lured by promises of wealth) into the training camp of one Madame M to be her next elite international assassin.

The film opens with CIA agent-in-training Jack (Daniel Wu) on assignment somewhere in Europe. Jack and two fellow CIA agents are tracking one of Madame M's killers in hopes the female assassin will lead them to Madame M herself. (All of Madame M's assassins are drop dead gorgeous females who use sex as a weapon, although they can kill whole battalions and still look like supermodels in the process.) The surveillance goes wrong and after a firefight, Jack is the only survivor.



With her latest assassin dead, Madame M pursues new recruits, and finds two in Charlene (Maggie Q.) and Katt (Anya). Charlene is the daughter of a wealthy socialite, but Katt is a street urchin who boxes grown men (and beats them) for her daily meals. For Katt, Madame M's vicious training island, where armed men stands guard and recruits are weed out by way of execution on a daily basis, is her ticket off the streets. Charlene, who was abducted, longs for home. The two girls, both 13, become close friends, forming a bond that hints at being something more. Fast-forward 6 years later, and Charlene, Katt, and another girl emerges as the 3 survivors of Madame M's 6-year long boot camp. (All the other recruits have perished during the "training" process.)



Before we watched it, we had a take-out at McDo since I was craving for my choco sundae. I was the one who devoured the 2 orders of french fries. Ain't I "matakaw"? Hehehe!

The night would have ended so well had I not ruined it. My tantrums got the better of me. It was like I was being overly too sensitive {notice the redundant superlativity of my last few words} over some matters not worth worrying about. Lately, I kinda noticed the trend. "Nagiging tampururot akong masyado ha!" I always tell myself: Hey, get a grip!

This morning, I woke up with a heavy head. I am not so sure why. Maybe it had something to do with where I slept last night. It was rather a hot and humid night. Despite feeling sleepy, I could not bring myself to my bed and renounce my consciousness to the welcoming slumber. I decided to pass of the heat by reading a book and staying in the sofa in the living room with the electric fan blasting on. It had been a while after when I finally get to sleep.

I was awakened by the bright light streaming from the outside. I checked my mobile phone for an indication of what time it was. Darn! It was past 7 already. I had to hurry and do my stuff before Dex arrives to fetch me and bring me to the office. [By the way, he has been doing that for the past 2 weeks now. Imagine that! All the way from his place of work in Paranaque, he will fetch me at home, bring me to the office and later in the afternoon, after office hours, he will pick me up again, have dinner together, play Timezone or watch a movie then bring me home for the night and him going back to Paranaque to work on a 3rd shift. Honestly, this guy really impresses me!]

Anyway, my head is pounding and my nape, a little stiff when I got up. It really hurts. To lessen the burning ache in my nape, I massaged it. I thought a little flexing of the muscles will reduce the pain.

Dex
arrived a little earlier than the usual. I was still dressing up when he came up at the house. My mom accommodated him and urged him to have breakfast. While he is having one, I was getting ready, in a hurry so as not to be late.
August 13, 2003
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My Comment...

I think I have ranted about this matter before; exactly a day BEFORE and a day AFTER my 25th year of existence in this once-I-thought-archetypal-world-turned-nasty one.

When you reach 25, you will realize a lot of things, gaining a perspective far different from what you have before. Suddenly, it is like you bumped your hard core head and had your "cerebrum, cerebellum and medulla oblangata" badly shaken. Realities and realizations came tumbling out from the deepest recesses of your subconscious.

The only thing that can be done is that accept the fact that adding years to one's existence should be welcomed together with the awareness that LIFE is a choice and how you live it depends on you!
August 12, 2003
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A Death on Mt. Halcon
As reported from Action Asia magazine

The young hiker stared into the mid-distance without seeing, then his eyes rolled back and the trail guide knew he was dead. This was his first mountain climb, and tragically, his last. He was the victim of a walking expedition of monumental misfortune.

On October 19 last year, 27 climbers from four different universities in the Philippines met at the base of their country's third-tallest mountain and embarked on a trek that promised to be a bracing and uplifting outdoors experience.

Little did they know that what awaited them instead was a week of hardship and pain, as a fierce typhoon produced pelting rain, flash floods, winds that reportedly approached 150 kph. and mini landslides - a combination of elements that would turn their hike into an ordeal.


High above the clouds

To the Mangyans, the mountain people of Oriental Mindoro, the 2586m summit of Mount Halcon is known as "lagpas-ulap" - which means "high above the clouds". The mystical peak, with its natural bonsai and pristine white rock formations towering over whirling clouds, is considered a holy place.

But for one young climber, the attempt to conquer the peak ended in death, while several others almost died of exposure.

When 27 climbers from San Beda College, the University of the Philippines from Los Banos, Divine Word College and the Manila-based Mountaineering & Exploration Society of Adamson University (MESAU) embarked on their adventure, they were cheerfully unaware that Typhoon Katring would veer south and hit the island of Mindoro, creating the severe weather conditions they would experience on the mountain.

After all, how were they to know that the national weather bureau's prediction of "fair weather with scattered rain showers and thunderstorms" would develop into a full-scale typhoon? The students simply acknowledged the forecast and braced themselves for a damp expeditions.

This is the story as told by five members of the Adamson University group: 18-year-old Nino Raymund Larrosa, 22-year-old Reylina (Lennie) David, 18-year-old Marianne (Ianne) Gullemas, 22-year-old Ronald Parlan and Ellyn Joyce Salvador.

The original plan was to leave Manila on Wednesday, October 19 and be back in the capital on Sunday 23 - a four day trip that would give them enough spare time to fit in a side-trip to the beaches of Puerto Galera. Prior to their departure, the MESAU group sent a telegram to the Halcon Mountaineering Society (HALMS), informing the society of their plans to climb Mount Halcon. But HALMS never responded to their telegram. This was the first in a series of mishaps that ultimately led to the problems they were to encounter on the mountain.

None of the 13 students from MESAU had scaled Mount Halcon before, but all regarded themselves as accomplished hikers, having conquered mountains such as Mount Banahaw and Mount Pulag. According to the hikers' own reports, their group was fully-equipped, well-trained and prepared. With them, they took windbreakers, gloves, bonnets, socks, mountain boots and jogging pants. Their clothes were wrapped in plastic to keep dry. They carried backpacks, mess kits and water canteens. They had sleeping bags, tents and waterproof bed rolls.

By all accounts, the MESAU students were aware that the weather at high altitude could deteriorate rapidly. But there remain a question marks over the level of preparation and experience of the other walkers.

The trekkers knew there was a typhoon in the vicinity, but the Philippines Weather Bureau said it was headed for extreme northern Luzon. Later, the young trekkers would be criticized by the Mountain Search and Rescue Team (MOSART) of the Philippines for being insufficiently educated on the dangers of mountain climates and for failing to recognize the early symptoms of hypothermia - which include extreme shivering, goose bumps, disorientation, diminished muscular coordination, incoherence, depression, mood swings and diminished mental ability. Even more importantly, the trekkers seemed ignorant of the advanced stages of hypothermia- when a victim loses all instincts of self-preservations and no longer feels the cold. On a mountain, when the condition has progressed this far, a trekker can only be saved by body-to-body heat transfer - the heat donor and victim undress and huddle together inside the same sleeping bag to allow the transfer of body heat. This important gap in their knowledge was to cost one walker's life.


A misguided start

Leaving Manila at dawn on Wednesday, October 19, the 13 MESAU climbers set off for the island of Mindoro. At the port city of Batangas they boarded a ferry which got them to Calapan, the capital of Oriental Mindoro, by noon. In Calapan they proceeded to look for their HALMS contact. He was not to be found and they were pointed in the direction of the Sialdang Mountaineering Club (SMC) - a group that specializes in hikes up Mount Halcon. Believing they had no choice, the Adamson party, like the other university groups, settled for an SMC guide.

Later, the climbers were to recall that the SMC leaders seemed more concerned about briefing the groups on the topic of leeches - of which there were so many on the trail - rather than the hazards of the climb. There was only a cursory mention of the trek being a difficult one and the climbers started their ascent with precious little idea of how much food, lighter fluid or cooking gas to take. As it happened, they took far too little.

With their SMC leader, the MESAU group rode a jeepney ride for one hour to Barrio Lantuyan, a small Mangyan settlement area. Here they met the climbers from the other schools for the first time.

Before they knew it, the 27 university climbers had been assimilated into one large party of walkers under the guidance of the SMC leaders. There were no complaints. "The more the merrier", was the general sentiment.

Everyone was up bright and early the following day and the 13-hour-sortie to the base camp at Aplaya (1828m) was achieved without a hitch. Admittedly, though, some of the students found it a little colder than they had anticipated; those without gloves snuggled into their sleeping bags that night with their hands encased in socks.


Mounting the attack

Before heading up the mountain on Friday morning, everyone was in agreement that the more experienced trekkers should spread themselves out among the novice climbers. The lead man, also known as the navigator, was Dominique Ocampo, SMC president, who was tackling Mount Halcon for the 13th time. SCM guides filled the posts of middle man and sweeper. A middle man looks after the middle of the group and the sweeper patrols the back of the group to make sure no one slips behind. If this rule had been adhered to, all the students might have made it back down the mountain.

The planned early start was delayed by a torrential one-hour downpour, but any thoughts that the trek was in jeopardy were allayed by one of the SMC guides. "The rain is a blessing for our climb," he assured the students.

A normal climb of Mount Halcon from Aplaya is a full day's fast-paced trek, with no more than a 30 minute lunch break. It is a difficult trek, on single-track trails which are usually wet and slippery. Still, the assault is more of a walk than a climb - apart from one vertical section near the summit where a short climb up a rope ladder is required.

At 7am, the rain eased and the 30-strong group waded 20 across the Dulaang River, which marks the start of the summit climb.


Single-minded madness

Back in Manila, Typhoon Katring was starting to cause a stir and by noon the city was bracing itself for the full impact of what promised to be a highly destructive typhoon. In hindsight, Ianne said lamely, "Indeed the weather was getting bad. But we were in a rainforest and rain should be normal. The winds were not so noticeable, as we were sheltered by the trees.

She expanded: "The non-stop wind and rain began at about 1:30pm. We were still on the trail to Mount Halcon's summit. The forest trail was very narrow and there was no place to pitch a tent. At some places, the trail was inclined at 70 to 80 degrees. At 4:30pm (after nine hours of trekking), I was starting to feel chilled. We couldn't stop as we would get even colder. At this point, we were nearer the summit tha the river. Our SMC guide said it was better to get to the summit than to go back to the river."

When asked later why the group didn't simply pitch tent in the forest where they were relatively protected from the elements, she explained the tree covering was so dense, the tree trunks so massive and the trail so wide, a half-way camp was totally unfeasible. In the minds of the walkers, the summit loomed ahead as an inviting, open expanse of flat terrain where they could huddle in their tents and hide from the elements. Quite simply, they felt they had to reach the top.

In the driving rain, the group of 30 walkers had now dissipated into a ragged line of haphazard trampers stretched over hundred of metres. There was no order, and to some of the trekkers it was becoming clearer that they would have been far better off undertaking such an expedition in small groups.


Split decisions

The rear group, of which Lennie and Ianne were members, chanced upon a small open space and decided to set up a camp. In retrospect, this was, perhaps, a life-saving decision for the stragglers. But few thoughts were spared for the others ahead, who could have been waiting for help.

"Our group came to a clearing in the forest, a ridge about 5m in radius," explained Ianne. "The clearing was so small, we could only pitch one tent. There were 11 of us inside the tent. Here, we changed into dry clothes and spent the night in the tent. Of course the lead group did not know we had decided to stay behind."

The lead and middle groups, now indistinguishable, continued on towards the summit. But four of them - one woman and three men - were rapidly losing stamina and heat, so the group made a snap decision to stop and wait in the forest for the typhoon to blow over. They found a tiny clear space and huddled under the shelter of an umbrella, sleeping bags and their unpitched tent. The woman, Rachel (not her real name) was feverish - she was shivering and had a high temperature.

Their companions - now down to 15 in number - carried on a short way through the unbroken forest before coming to a ledge that could only be reached with a 3m long rope ladder which hadd been left at the spot by previous climbers. From the top of the ladder it was another 30 minutes trek to the final ridge to the summit. Known as the "Knife's Edge" - this narrow strip of ground in one metre across, with a vertical drop on one side and a sharply angled drop on the other.

The group became further fragmented. The SMC leaders forged ahead in order to pitch tents in anticipation of the arrival of their companions. They reached their destination at 5:30pm. It was foggy and they were exhausted, but they knew that to rest now, before pitching the tents, would leave them even more vulnerable to hypothermia. They found what they regarded as a suitable camping spot and wasted no time securing two tents to the water-logged terrain.

Buffeted by the winds, the following climbers had to negotiate the "Knife's Edge" ridge on all fours - as a wrong step would send
them tumbling over the edge.

From the "Knife's Edge" it was a further 15 minutes to the summit.

Nino, Ronald and his girlfriend Ellyn reached the summit campsite together. Chilled, feverish and worried about his friends, especially the girls, Nino started to cry. Meanwhile, the fast-fading light added to the difficulty of pitching their tent in the wind and rain. To add to the group's discomfort, puddles of water soon started to collect inside their flimsy shelter, making them wetter and wetter as the night wore on.


A chilling discovery

Meanwhile, Alan (not his real name), one of the climbers from the middle group, left the makeshift shelter at the base of the rope ladder in the forest to venture to the summit in search of help.

To his horror, just before the "Knife's Edge", he passed four climbers, originally from the lead group, who were feebly sitting or lying under the pelting rain.
One, wearing just a sleeveless t-shirt and trekking pants, seemed to be sleeping. Alan could see that these four, with their air of listlessness and defeat, needed urgent help.

It was around 6:30pm when Ronald and Nino heard a desperate voice from beyond their tent crying, "Rescue! Rescue!" Alan staggered into the camp and yelled, "There are four climbers on the trail before "Knife's Edge". They're not moving! They have to be rescued."

Responding to his calls, Ronald and SMC guide Ian Tecson scrambled out of their drier clothes and peeled on their soaked walking gear. Ronald, in his haste, forgot to put on his boots and only became aware of their absence when he stepped outside and felt ice-cold earth beneath his feet. Unable to bear the cold, he fell back, into the tent.

Ian returned after 30 minutes with catastrophic news. "Bad trip, man," he told his companions. "One climber is already dead." Ian said he had tried to revive Lazaro by wrapping him in plastic, but to no avail: "He was just staring and then his eyes rolled and he died."

Neptali Lazaro, 25, from the San Beda group, was left on the trail, his eyes and mouth still open, his fist clenched, one leg straight and the other bent. Dead. This was his first climb and he had been way out of his depth. He had succumed to extreme cold, exhaustion, dehydration and hunger. He was just short of the summit when he died.

Ronald forced himself out into the rain to help Ian and other volunteers coax the remaining three "spaced-out" survivors to the relative safety of the summit. Ronald recalled overtaking Neptali earlier in the afternoon, between the ledge and "Knife's Edge". He later reported, "He was resting. We asked him if he was alright. He didn't answer and sort of snubbed us and just stared into the distance. I didn't know Neptali was already suffering from hypothermia. Being blank and non-responsive, they say, is a sign of hypothermia.

He also recalled the state of the trekkers he helped rescue: "It was no joke getting the three to move," he said. "We had to assist them and this was in absolute darkness with the rain really pouring and the wind blowing hard." Nino added, "The guys were delirious. One guy was saying, 'I'm free. I can fly!' Another guy was talking to himself."


A night of prayer

Resuming the tale, Ronald describe the miserable night on the summit. "We huddled in the tent, hugging each other to retain our body warmth. When we got tired from this position, we shifted and positioned our backs against each other," he said. "How we prayed that night. We had a rosary and though we did not know exactly what Mysteries of the rosary to pray, we just prayed all three.

"We couldn't cook anything because our lighter fluid had run out. We couldn't even start a fire. We had to eat our soup noodles straight from the pack. We just sprinkled the seasonings on the noodles and ate them raw."

Even worse, water was leaking into the tents so the floot was drenched. "Our sleeping mats would float, when we took our weight off them," Nino said. Ellyn elaborated: "We had no dry clothes left. To survive, we wore plastic trash bags against our body and put our wet clothes over the bags. It was raining so hard outside, we had to pee in plastic bags and cans inside the tent."

Throughout the night, the wind howled and the rain poured. At about 6am, the wind eventually snapped a pole supporting the tent shared by Ronald, Ellyn and Nino, so the three of them crawled into one of the two remaining tents. Although it was only designed to accommodate two persons, it was now sheltering five cold, wet and frightened climbers. The climbers pressed together in two tents, then resumed chanting their prayers, with Ronald's tent leading and the other answering. Their prayers were unexpectedly answered at 10am on Saturday, when a fragile sun squeezed out from between the clouds and lit the tents.


Forest shelter

In the sheltered forest where the sweeper group had set up camp, the winds had been less powerful during the night, and the group of stragglers were unaware of the events that had occured on the mountain.

But in the morning, they made a gruesome discovery. "We did not know about the ordeal the guys at the summit were experiencing," remembers Ianne. "We were nice and dry. We even cooked some popcorn in our tent. After spending Friday night at the clearing, we decided to leave our camp and see how our friends in the lead group were doing. The wind was not so strong as before but the morning fog was thick."

The came across the group of three, including Rachel, who was sick. They had stayed in their makeshift shelter in the forest after Alan had gone for help. "They were alright," Ianne recalled. "Then we got to the rope ladder and to the trail leading to the "Knife's Edge". That's when we saw Neptali's body. In our group was one of Neptali's two nephews, who saw the body and immediately broke down. He begged the climbers not to tell the other nephew, who was in the group that was at the summit.

As the weather continue to improve gradually, those at the summit prepared for their descent. When they heard the sweeper group approaching, one of the summit climbers went down and asked them not to mention the death to Neptali's second nephew, who was already very worried about his missing uncle.

Of course, there was plenty of bickering and recrimination between the leaders as the groups reunited at the summit. The rear group sweeper, MESAU's vice-president, cursed the middle and lead group leaders for abandoning Neptali on the trail. The rear group leader claimed he knew they would not make it to the summit before dark, and so had decided instead to set up camp in the forest clearing. Anyway, he figured, the middle group leader was on hand to keep an eye on his walkers. But this guide had gone ahead with the lead group leader to pitch the tents at the summit. So no one was there to sweep up the stragglers.

While this was going on, some of the climbers, including Ronald, went back for the body. "We wrapped Neptali's body in a sleeping bag and put it behind the bushes where we hoped his newphew wouldn't see it. We knew it would throw him into a panic and did not want to have to worry about one more climber."

By noon, the 29 climbers began a slow and slippery descent of Mount Halcon, sticking to the format of a lead group, middle group and sweeper group. But by 4:30pm the rain had resumed - a constant battering downpour, stronger than ever. The lead and middle group encountered the same problem they had the day before - finding a clearing in the dense forest in which to make camp. Eventually they came across an area of flat terrain left over from a mini-landslide, and here they pitched five tents.


Flash flood

For a couple of the hikers, worse was still to come. Alan and Rachel - who was flu-stricken - were "buddy climbing". They stumbled down the mountain 50m behind their companions, but their progress was unexpectedly blocked by a flash flood. Alan waded into the torrent but lost his backpack. Nonetheless, he made it to the opposite bank and reached the landslide camp a short time later, where he raised the alarm. Not waiting for his helpers to catch up, Alan hurriedly returned to Rachel across the rapidly rising flood.

Five trekkers were cajoled into leaving the safety and relative warmth of their tents to assist with the rescue. But by the time they reached the flash flood, it had swelled even further. They realized it would be foolish to attempt to cross. Alan and Rachel were therefore left to spend the night with only a couple of plastic bin liners for shelter.

By the following morning, the rain had subsided to a drizzle and the lead group returned to the two stranded climbers and helped them back to the landslide camp. Exhaustion, two nights exposed to the frigid conditions and her own sickness eventually caught up with Rachel, who fainted as she was being led to the camp. But at least all of the 29 walkers were together again.


Teamwork at last

The other girls in the camp dressed Rachel in any dry items of clothing they could lay their hands on. They took turns to keep her warm and give her food. They were painfully aware that the sick girl would not be able to make it down the mountain by herself. Her knees were swollen, and they suspected tendon damage.

But food was running low and while the MESAU group were still carrying some raw peanuts and raw dried fish, there was certainly not enough to share between all of them. Rationing of food had already started the day before on the summit.

At 10am two healthy walkers, Lyndon Martillano and Ian Tecson, volunteered to continue their descent of Mount Halcon in order to raise the alarm. At the same time this pair were making their descent, fresh group of hikers - unaware of the drama of the preceding two days - were already setting out on their own climbs.

The two volunteers from the stranded group met a group of climbers who were on their way up. Hearing what had happened, five of the ascending climbers agreed to continue the climb to aid the stranded university groups. The remaining fresh climbers helped the other two walkers back down the mountain. Most importantly, they had radios with them, and so were able to immediately alert the outside world.

The five fresh climbers made it to the landslide camp at around 9am the next day. By this time they were in radio contact with rescuers at the foot of the mountain. At 10:30am, they accompanied an exhausted group of climbers on the final descent from the landslide camp, leaving behind Rachel and five others. At 1pm, they reached the Dulangan River where another group of rescuers were waiting to take them back to Aplaya, the base camp that had accommodated them on the first night of their trek. On the way to Aplaya, they also met a group of HALMS rescuers carrying food and medicine and accompanied by Mangyan porters.

At Aplaya base camp, the party sent smoke signals and waved colorful shirts and backpacks in an attempt to attract the helicopters they could hear but not see. No helicopter could penetrate the dense, low cloud and the trekkers resigned themselves to spending another night on the mountain.

Two additional Philippine Air Force helicopters were ordered to join the two already involved the search, and soon after dawn - the following morning, the survivors were awoken by the sound of rotors. This time their smoke signals were seen, but the pilots, loathe to be caught out by thickening cloud, landed just long enough to pick up the females and weaker climbers. Eight of the students were flown to the Oriental Mindoro Provincial Hospital. The rest walked back to Barrio Lantuyan, their bags carried by Mangyans, arriving at 12:30pm.


Choppers to the rescue

Meanwhile, coordination between the other two helicopters and a ground rescue team overcame multiple difficulties to rescue the six remaining trekkers from the landslide campite. Pilots identified a landing spot about one hour's walk from where the survivors had been spotted and headed there to wait. Rachel was in a lot of pain and would not eat. She certainly could not walk. With great difficulty, she was carried by stretcher for four hours to the waiting aircraft, with ground rescuers hacking at obstacles along the ultra-narrow path as they went.

Finally reunited at Barrio Lantuyan, the 29 survivors were fed and wrapped in dry clothes before riding back to Calapan, where the party attended a thanksgiving church service and called their families. On Oct. 26, Ian Tecson accompanied a five-man helicopter team to the summit to recover Neptali's still-intact body from the bushes beside the trail.


Post-mortem

No one can argue that the group of students who set out to conquer Mount Halcon during Typhoon Katring had more than their share of bad luck. But at least a portion of the responsibility for this tragic mis-adventure must go to the hikers themselves. Their plans were vague, their equipment inadequate, and their awareness of the potential dangers of hypothermia appeared non-existent.

Although Mount Halcon is not a "difficult" peak to climb, the lesson is clear: on any trip to mountain areas, a healthy respect for the elements is important.


Reading this tale ultimately gave me the greatest shivers of my life. Everytime I go out on trekking, I cannot help but think about any freak accidents that our group may encounter. I am not so pessimistic about this but as a risk-taker, I know when to test my limits. It is always better to be reminded that trekking entails a responsibility far greater than you expect it. A responsibility borne out from the lessons you learned when you were just beginning to climb and from the experiences you acquired all throughout the entire climb - from the ascent to the descent, from the foot of the mountain to the summit and back.

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