The Monstrous Outbreak
by Carrots


November 23,2009. The country was shaken by the news flash. The media mourned for their loss. The government extended their heartfelt condolences to the family of the victims. The family cannot do anything now but to cry and close their fingers for the unpredictable and head-scratching investigation. The rest of the people not only from the Philippines but from around the archipelago is looking forward to solving the case,crying for justice for the mercilessly killed journalists and innocent Ampatuan family members.

On Wednesday, November 25, the corpses reached a disturbing number of 57, including 6 Mangudadatu members, 2 family lawyers, 34 journalists (wherein only 25 has been identified so far), and 5 other persons who were mistakenly part of the convoy. They were supposed to file a certificate of candidacy for Esmael Mangudadatu, vice mayor of Buluan Town to be the political rival of Andal S. Ampatuan, Jr. for the coming 2010 elections. Some of the women were evidently raped, tortured and beheaded including the tragic death of a pregnant woman.

It is more inhumane to imagine that after the massacre, the killers could still afford to bury the victims in an almost-abysmal pit. Undug were smashed cars and government vehicles used for the convoy. According to news stories, there was even a found car that was not part of the group. It was supposed to transport a patient into the provincial hospital.

I still do not know what the government has done to seize the beasts responsible for this human slaughter. The media might say that the government has the killers in their hands but would their punishments be enough for the innocent people that they have tortured and killed? For sure, the prosecuted animals will still lurk anyhow, with super special treatments and protection from the government. The victims will never have their sought justice because in a country we have right now, every piece of hope for attaining justice and balance are both impossible.

*The Philippines is now the number one most dangerous country for journalists around the world. Disturbing!*

Pagpasok sa Personal na Relasyon Dalawang Libo at Siyam (Inter-Personal Relationship 2009)
by Carrots


It might sound senseless but the whole event was a blast. As a newbie in TN, I have learned plenty of things and have enjoyed every bit of activities in Le Tundra.

There were lots of surprises that met us, especially the novices. First was the venue. The beach resort was perfect and the rooms where we were assigned with the oldies were spacious and cold (pangusug kaau and aircon). The cottages were simple but when you are going to spend some time sitting in one of those bamboo-made nooks, you would definitely appreciate the placid waters ahead.

I was also surprised when I realized that we were only fooled on the "Sojor visitation" thing. (naning kaau ming mga newbie with our gowns and neck-and-tie kay formal man kuno ang dinner with the university president)...Well, the rest of our stay in Le Tundra was great and I would really look forward to the next victims of the next IPR.



--boodle fight 2009..pose pa lang yan before the actual lunch--


--wiw! parang nag prom lang..where is dr.? we are batch 2009-2010 newbie victims--


--haizt..kawawang mga nilalang..nauto lang..harhar--


--newbies with the editors--


--eat a lot...bawia ang pang vivictim..--


-- parang may pictorial lang--


--happy smiles? why is it that not all are grinning??..--


--korean ba muh??--


--wat iber..hala..grab the spotlight--


--tra la la tulips..bow!--

Ang Iyang Pagkahapla
By Carrots

Yesterday, I have seen one of the funniest scenes of my college life. Until now, I haven't recovered the incident yet.

I was walking with two of my friends when another friend of mine whom I would hide in the name "Bayot nga Alang-alang". It's too long so I think I have to shorten it and make it "Banga" instead. We were talking about something when suddenly he reacted. He told me he saw his crush. I asked him to point her to me. Then, he suddenly did something that was a total embarrassment.

He ran out of the gate and jumped to reach for the railing of the gate. He just landed flat right into the tiled entrance floor and I thought he fainted because of the impact of the fall. But he seemed to be unaffected of the "lagalpak". He quickly stood up and ran crookedly outside the gate.

The security guard saw him and two other students who were near the gate. They laughed at him but he seemed not to care and continued running. Good thing his crush did not see him-- I hope she did-- so that he could have gotten double strikes of the humiliation...hahaha (devil au q..)

Keep up the good work friend. And I hope the next time you jump, you won't anymore land.

Crash My Crush
By Carrots

I suppose we have crushes for us to have some inspirations. We usually find gorgeous boys in school and make them our crushes. They might already be "taken" in some sense but we disregard that fact, thinking that we can still have them even in the most impossible event. A single glance and a smile from them makes our world stop and our heart stops beating...tsk...tsk...

There's this guy I met two and a half years ago. I was really caught by his pretty smile and his sparkling eyes. (Ow may gas!)...Thanks to our teacher in Chemistry who invented this "Science Academy" for the first four sections of her Chemistry class, I saw my "Matt Evans"...(wiw!)

After that, I never removed his image in my mind. Every time I see him, my world stops turning (owzz?!) but I can still manage to act normal when he is near.

When we were in fourth year, there was a time that he asked for my name (waah! he was super near me). I was not able to answer him straight. Instead, my companion answered the question for me 'coz she said that I was only standing there, with my mouth wide open.
It was so embarrassing but it's alright because I have seen him smile at me. I seemed to melt at that moment. That day was our periodical exam in MAPEH. The luck did not only end on the time that he asked my name but until I knew my score in our examination. I got a perfect score. Wiw! Maybe his face was my lucky charm for that day.

My happiness and my "kilig" moments did not end there. It was Sunday when an unidentified number flashed into the screen of my phone. He confessed he's "Matt Evans", my ultimate crush. My smile widened and I couldn't get over it.

Now that I am in college, I still find myself hooked in his aura. Although I seldom see him in the first semester, I am contented to have a sight of his beautiful face. But when second semester came, he shifted to another course and I have never seen him since then. I also do not know his new schedule. I missed him...huhu...(xor?!)

But now, I think I have found another crush...tsk..tsk...and guess who? It's "Matt Evan's" elder brother. He is a basketball player and I see him every afternoon in the open court, practicing. Every time I see him, I can remember my crush's face (they have the same features...well, almost the same).

Does this mean that I have to leave all the memories that I had with my old crush? Does this mean that I have to move on since I haven't seen Matt Evans lurking in the campus anymore? I just don't know. But until now, my loyalty is still with him..harhar! He will still be my ultimate super grabeng CRUSH...

The Four Elements
by Carrots

I found these neat pictures from the internet and it's just great! These pix drew my complete attention. I am beginning to be a fanatic of the four elements. I hope I have one of those powers. HARHAR!
The fairy of dreams..Sweet dreams!
Green??..Orange unta to..The water goddess..super beautiful
..Attractive

The goddess of the four elements..
Complicated!!
..aw??
..ah..buntis???

Mother Earth
Kaingon ko si Naruto....The gruesome eyes

My Cold Night
by Carrots

How will it not become cold? I have nothing to cover my bare body. I stood there, waiting for someone to see me or even appreciate me for what I am. But nobody cared. Nobody looked at me. Am I that dreadful enough to be a solitary being?

I waited for several hours. In the darkness and deepness of the night, the cold breeze began to blow. I shivered and my body was beginning to chill. There were vehicles and some people who passed by me. They paused, stared, smiled and stared again at me. I tried to give back a smile but they walked away. I know deep inside that I am beautifully made by that someone who molded me but I just can't explain why these kind of people do not know the meaning of true beauty.

My feet turned numb. Any minute from now, I was hoping that somebody would see me and pity me. Give me clothing perhaps. I tried to close my eyes and be in harmony with nature. I can now only hear the sound of the melodious crickets. They seem to enjoy the night and sing to their creator a song of thanksgiving. I really don't know why they do that but the thing is, they are happy with what they are doing. Not like me. I am not happy. Completely unhappy.

Here is a man. He is walking towards me but seemed not to care. As I can see from him, he was holding his cellphone in his right hand and a cigarette on the other. He blew his cigar and looked at his phone. Then, he stopped right in front of me. He looked at my body for a while then dialed a number from his mobile. He paused, looked up into the skies, and waited for something. I don't know what that is for I am not that someone who can read other people's mind. All I know is that he is waiting for something- or maybe someone.

Indeed, few minutes later, his phone rang.

"Ga, pwede naman nating mapag-usapan yan diba? Kailangan ba talagang iwan mo 'ko?"

From those lines, I knew what his problem was. And maybe I can help. I tried to open my mouth to talk and console but he began to cry. I never heard of the next words that came out of his mouth. I was distracted by his sincere tears and the continuous beat of coldness.

Finally, he was quite. He sat down in front of me and smiled again. He wiped away his tears and maybe a bit of something from his nose. Oh! I began to be happy that time. Somebody, at last, noticed me. Then, he began to talk.

I wanted to absorb the things that he was saying but from time to time, I felt uncomfortable. I am still standing on that platform, naked and cold. How could he dare stare at me without covering my body first. At last, I shifted my attention to other sceneries. I disregarded his presence and stuck my eyes on the moon instead. I wanted to talk to him beforehand but no words came out of my mouth. I wanted to know the explanation of this but nobody can and I believe no one would give me the chance to defend myself.

"Sana ikaw na lang ang naging girlfriend ko. Hindi mo pa makakaya na saktan ako."

These were the last words that I heard from him before he totally left. I am really determined to answer him. My vocal chords would definitely just won't work. He did not give anything to me- not even a piece of clothe to cover myself. I pitied myself and I began to cry.

That was the discovery I newly had with myself. Wow! I can cry. But yet again, I realized that it had began to rain and the so-called tears that travelled through my eyes were that of the heavens. A gust of wind followed and I shivered pretty well. I can see no person anymore, no vehicles even. The crickets stopped chirping and the moon was covered completely by the proud, dark clouds. I hate this night. I wanted to clothe myself but no one gave me something to cover my image. I wanted to talk and be a friend or be a comforter to those who need one. I even wanted to get out of that mound that I was standing at but I cannot even move limb.

Now that the rain has fallen and I am as nude as the grass, I can do nothing but fight this frosty night of sweet agony. Anyhow, I have seen how people live and deal with their created problems and how nature never forgets to thank their maker. They may not see their life as beautiful as I can see it now but as a keen obsever, I can say that it's perfectly wonderful.

The only thing is that I can never be like them. For how can a statue like me, made up of cement and stone imitate them?