Saturday, July 28, 2012

Going Green

Our home is made up of happy people, noise and rubbish. When it comes to happy people, there is no doubt about us, the inhabitants. Noise, yup, it is also us. As for the rubbish, well, we are just sentimental people that we refuse to throw some things. Don't get me wrong but we are not like the families in a "Clean House" show.  We are not exactly hoarders but we love buying things in bulk. We do throw or give out some stuff if we have time. We even visit the junk shop at a regular basis(that is if we fill our recyclable bins with stuff). It has been two years when we decided to segregate biodegradable and non-biodegradable garbage. Decaying matter becomes my Mom's fertilizer for her plants but most of the time, it just goes to the garbage truck. The effort was worth it because we know that we are doing something for the environment.

Lately, besides doing usual business, I been retrieving my pile of rubbish way back in college. Reviewers, old documents, card boards, art materials and plastics as such are now out. I shredded the important but old papers like bills, bank notes, photocopy of passport etc. Useless paper like crumpled, thin papers that jams the printers, receipts have also made it to the shredder. Printed bond papers without back prints were stacked for home, office and school use while some are saved for donation. White papers have a high commercial value most specially the shredded ones. I separated a bin for colored papers too because they have a different price. 

Food and Travel

Lately, I analyzed the posts in my blog with the highest rate of readers. Food and travel pulls more readers than any other topics I wrote. To think, I always wanted a separate blog for travel and food.

  1. Food
  2. Travel
  3. Truth and Controversies
  4. College and High School Experiences
  5. Personal Experiences

I am not a frequent traveler but I was blessed with the opportunity to roam a little. It all started at 2009 when I was sent to Japan as an exchange student. While in there, I realized that the greatest lesson in life is not always available inside a classroom. It is found around the world where culture, people, beautiful spots and food blend together to form the uniqueness that a country posses. 

Sooner or later, I'll be publishing a new blog site about F&T. For now, anything I write about it can be accessed here in my personal blog. 

"The best part in an adventure is getting lost. Once you acknowledge the fact that you are, that is when you find what you are looking for". (I am not sure if some famous personality wrote something of the same essence as this, but if no one does, I will claim it. haha!)


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Of Libraries and Bee-o-tchy Women

I published a blog entry on my multiply account about what libraries never run out of: beeotchy librarians. I don't mean to generalize them but it is as if they follow me at every library I visit. I do admire them in a way because of their vast knowledge on the system of organization of books and some are exposed to different kinds of reading material that they know a lot of things.

Is it about the silent concept of the library? Hell, I lift the chairs and talk in whispers with my companions. Is it the personal problems of the librarians? Hell, set it aside when you are at work. Is it the way they are trained? Damn, it is extremely ineffective and I doubt it if kids would ever live their lives being proud of their libraries.

My first time at a huge, old, and scary library along a 2-letter street was traumatic. I was screamed at because I do not know how things operated in that decrepit place. I mean, it was my FIRST time there and we can not even find a tarpulin or a manila paper hanging somewhere to tell us what to do. We asked nicely but to no avail. I thought they might be having a rough day but when we came back they were still the same. Wow, of all wows but I think they should act nicely simply because students prefer to study the books rather than to rely on the net.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Books: From Loathe to Constant Love

(All by myself by Celine Dion.. in 3..2..1)

When I was young, of course not as the song goes, I am not really interested in reading books. I am quite not sure why. One of my undisputed theory is trauma. Severe mental injuries due to teachers who pull the hair near your ears if you don't pronounce the word right. I even remember the segregation tables wherein we are classified according to idiocy of the written language. Many times I have landed in the 3rd table where my seatmates are said to be lazy and moronic in nature. Thus, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the horror that any child fears: Being Laughed At. I remember myself near tears as I try to keep my composure, brought out my pencil and paper and wrote my name many times. Well, the good news is: I learned how to read because *fork* you, that's why. I tried my best to read at my own pace. I ignored ridicule and embarrasment and because of that i am proud of myself.

I know for a fact that I am lazy in many ways. I loathed studying. I just want to play, eat candy and watch cartoons. My two older sisters were probably doing well in school so that means I should too. I remember when I was forced to buy and read Sweet Valley Kids because my sisters liked that book. My Mom, peeks at my room just to check if I'm reading or not. By the time I have grown up, they wouldn't give a damn if I did. But I have to say, without my siblings' encouragement I will never touch a single book.