“Who doesn’t like Oreo cookies?”

Actually. I don’t. Not anymore.

When that question was asked (rhetorically) by a dessert show host (he was making no-bake Oreo cheesecake, I instantly remembered my elementary school days. We always brought packed snacks like biscuits or cookies for recess because canteen food was rather overpriced.

In second grade, I met two of my best friends, Dan and Monty. We had a thing for Oreo cookies back then. We brought and ate them almost everyday for recess. It became an easy habit for a few months. We ate the cookies in different ways–sometimes we stacked the filling and ate them separately, sometimes we did the whole “twist, lick, and dunk” thing (except there was no milk to dunk on so we dunked it straight to our tummies hehe!), sometimes we ate them “normally.”

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However, it took only one day for Oreo to taste completely different for me. I don’t vividly remember how that day was, but when I ate the Oreo it had an aftertaste and it suddenly became too sweet for me to tolerate. When I asked my friends back in second grade if they thought it suddenly became too sweet, they didn’t think so. I even tried eating Oreos that my friend brought, just in case it was my pack that was “different.” Still didn’t taste good.

I stopped eating it then. I don’t know, it just changed.

For years I didn’t eat Oreos at all. My friends continued to bring them during recess, even as we grew older. There came more varieties like the gold ones and the ones with more filling and the smaller ones but I didn’t like them just as much as the original.

I don’t remember the time when I started eating it again. It stopped tasting as bad as that day in second grade, but still definitely not my favorite.

Come to think of it, I don’t really know whether or not Oreos changed their recipe throughout the course of my love-hate-meh relationship with it. I tried looking it up and only the 2013 recipe change seems to be of relevance. But if it didn’t change, then probably I–or my taste buds–did?

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I somehow learned that while we have several processes of familiarity and fondness in life, humans are just as capable of doing the opposite. I’m not well-versed with how the body or the mind exactly works, but we see it and we go through it. We get used to, get attached, grow into. We also get out of, get unattached, and learn to go without. Just like how it went for me and Oreos. But. Well. Why?

Sometimes, I’m inclined to believe that things that don’t make sense happen for a reason. Like how it was awfully quiet during the day (in my construction-zone house) my yaya nearly kidnapped me and my hysterics were heard–hence I am still here. But that’s giving too much credit on something metaphysical (or whatever the term is for the physically nonexistent existence) on matters concerning our welfare.

Things happen because they do, or because we did or we didn’t. The hypothetical “reason” cannot justify things that we are incapable of explaining. But it’s a good enough excuse especially to what we cannot articulate.

Like, I can’t really explain why I began to actually dislike Oreos. But maybe if I didn’t, I may have gotten sick from eating it every single day.###

#PardonMyLogic

photo credit: http://www.howsweeteats.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/oreos1-1.jpg

Forces below the tracks of Ang Mo Kio

From afar, it looked like a crossover between Star Wars and Fight Club: a group of people formed a circle while two of them “battled” in the arena they created. Their leader, the “Jedi” immediately emerged as he directed when the round will stop and who will go next.

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(Pardon my shots, I only have kit lens!)

Their group is called the Saber Authority. They started way back every Sunday under the tracks of Ang Mo Kio. Eventually, people noticed and word of mouth spread until their club became large enough. Unfortunately, my grasp at Singaporean English is not quite well. I do not remember the Jedi’s name, nor do I remember the martial arts they based their moves from. I do know that he said their moves came from Bacolod (it was probably Suntumog Kali, but I’ll have to confirm!).

It was a pretty great experience. My sorority sister and her boyfriend were already about to take me back to campus but we decided to have this detour. One of the highlights (he he he) of this trip, definitely.

The problem with body clocks

Waking up was never a problem for me. I was trained since kinder 1 to wake up every 5 a.m. to arrive school earlier than on-time. This probably weakened my bed’s magnetic force as I grew up, and likewise weakened the imperative of an alarm clock. I think this is my superpower: I am able to wake up early on my own.

I wake up at 5:30 every day, unfailingly. No matter what time I sleep, that’s the moment I wake up. I can get eight or more hours or even three or less. And once I wake up, falling back to slumber is almost impossible.

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Have you ever experienced that sleepy insomniac feeling?

I’ve been having a ton of those episodes especially these past few weeks. Sleeping late has its consequences for people with religious body clocks. You wake up early even though you still need to sleep. You wake up early even though you don’t need to, moreso don’t want to.

From last night, I got home at around 6:30 a.m.—one hour past my waking time. I thought this would somehow let me escape my body clock, but no. I woke up three hours later, eyes still heavy but nowhere near lethargy (I mean it doesn’t even make sense!). I haven’t fallen asleep since then. I’m quite thankful, though. This un-sleepiness caused me to write again.

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Still, I’m thankful for my body clock. It gives me a sense that I have some innate sense of discipline, almost like a reflex. Since things around life change a lot, I’m glad to have at least a routine like this. Admittedly, it has helped me with the things I do. More hours of being awake is synonymous to more hours of doing things that need to be done.

And one thing about being awake is that you tend to be detached from your dreams since you spend more time in reality.

On other days, you mistake dreams for reality, because those rare times that you actually remember the content of your dreams make them feel so real.

But right now, my dream is to just actually fall asleep. I’m tired, physically. Had I said this a few days ago, it would be the most insensitive crime to my classmates. Of all things, sleeping can never be a difficult task.

But that’s the problem with body clocks: sleeping can actually be a (farfetched) dream.

**edit: I had a miscalculation up there with the hours. hehe. was never good in math.

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Sa plastikan, nakakakuha ng kabuhayan.

Abuloy

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Members of a community in Payatas, QC play a card game they call “Bit” beside a wake, gambling hard-earned money both for a bigger return and to support the family of departed neighbors.

With no other source of living aside from scavenging and trading plastic from the dumpsite–which is the same as their back, front and side yards–giving them P6/kilo at most, the community devised a way to integrate entertainment and support to grieving families that mourn the cost of death as much as the death itself.

Walang nanghuhuli dito kapag may patay,” said the cousin of the departed. “‘Yung kinikita sa laro, abuloy pa sa namatayan.

Having similar mechanics to Pusoy Dos, the players bet on increments of ten pesos–an amount they don’t easily earn. Each bet commissions a certain percent to the family of the dead.

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The family of the dead recalled their father saying that they should “dump his body in the stream” when he dies because funeral services cost too much. Unable to do so, they were able to cope through the help of their neighbors–“Bit” game being one of such efforts.

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So much feels after our exposure trips today. I haven’t written in a while.

Everyone has an Ondoy story

That was, honestly, my belief in the world from 2009-2011.

That Ondoy was every human being’s common denominator. Everybody had something to say or share about it. It was so universal in my (then very small) social spectrum. It was my ice breaker and awkward extinguisher. it made small talks more… not-so-small. It became the topic I brought up every time I ran out of things to say. And true enough, whenever I asked people what their Ondoy story was, we end up having loooong conversations.

I remember this shallow Ondoy phase of mine now because my dad brought up the storm a few minutes ago. (on a side note, oo, gantong ka-gago na talaga ako mag-isip highschool pa lang) 

I had so much to say about this up until now.

Keep safe, everyone. #GlendaPH

Heat for what we eat

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 They stayed by the shadows.

The mob for agrarian reform a while ago is the hottest one I’ve been to so far–and that’s saying something. I’d go on about how I got some sort of sun burn in my leg despite wearing denim pants but this day is about the farmers who came all the way from farflung areas of the country despite not having enough money for their families to eat. They came here to register their call to be able to get their own lands after waiting for so long.

And here we are, UP students, ranting about how we didn’t get the right percentage of discount for our tuition next school year. 

Entry 21: Tibak — Confessions of a College Activist

Originally posted on SubSelfie.com:
“Don’t be an activist.” My mom gave me this reminder me when I passed the UPCAT. I was finally going to be an Iska (Iskolar ng Bayan). Of course I said yes like an obedient daughter. What did I know? But well, I immediately got involved in activities that brought me to…

Hindipendence day

 

 

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Ayan na. Ayan na ang sambayanan.

Sa inyong napapaikot ang kaban ng bayan sa inyong mga palad at bulsa–kabang pinaghirapan at pinagpapatayan ng mga Pilipinong gipit sa oras at karapatan–darating din ang araw ninyo.

 

Rising up

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Yolanda happened right here more than half a year ago.

A part of the soul of this city rises much like how the sun does everyday. The other parts are left with undelivered goods, unheard begs of help and unjust treatment (or lack thereof). 

Beata

(Latin; "blessed")
A Journalism student in UP Diliman who loves adventures, conversations, and new experiences. She tends to overthink things (hence, the blog name), observe excessively, and ask a lot of questions to find out as much as she can about life. :-)

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