Pensamientos Aleatorios

(An Oppenheim Opinion for Political Science 197) Much of the world depends in the production oil to fuel the economies. However, these oil production activities including the drilling, dredging, excavation, disposal of waste, construction and operation or maintenance of installations, pipelines and other devices related to the activity, can pose a severe damage to the environment. Pollution production and oil spills wreak havoc on the marine wildlife and habitat. In fact, it already threatened the extinction of many land, air and marine animal and plant species. Runoffs from petroleum processing and petrochemical plants have dumped tons of toxic wastes into waters. Gas and oil pipelines have staunched many creeks and rivers, swamping prime pastures and cropland. Furthermore, entire bays and lagoons along coasts have been fouled by oil spills and runoff of toxic chemicals. As global energy consumption continues to rise, the Caspian Sea region is being touted as the las...

almost all of my open hours was spent listening to everybody's love story, and most of my nights i busied myself wondering where was mine and why i always ended up with complicated stories. after all the love stories i heard, i read and i watched, i realized, love will not always be with the same rhythm and with the same melody. in fact, love continues to be amazing, beautiful and makes impossibles possible. It works miraculously amazing and surprisingly thrilling. sadly, it was 'love' that worked for others, and not with/for my own story. let me share the best three love stories i fallen in love with. These were not the love stories written in pocketbooks nor the love stories directed for the big screens. These were just ordinary stories yet wonderful enough to be shared and to be fallen inlove. These were stories not just written by somebody else for others, but these were stories written and directed by emotions - no script involve only blisses of love. (1) Excitingly ...

she is simple. she is sweet. she is tough. she is boyish. she is childish. she is outgoing. she is strong. she is determined. she is brave. she is someone i always looked up to. and she is my 13 year-old youngest sister, Dianne. who could have thought that among thousands of people i get myself acquainted to for almost twenty years, my lil sister did not fail me to be amazed by her line of thoughts. she is the only one who always caught me off guard up to the nth times a day. she draws no limits in everything she says. in fact, (1) she is the only one who can tell me, "nang, hindi ka na makibot kung sa sunod magiging flirt ako, kay kay sino man bi mailog, kundi sa imo". (2) she is also the best kunsintidor, "nang inom lang da bala, hindi ta man ka pagsugid kay mama". (3) She is as self-conscious as any other girls "nang ngaa kamu ya ni cheche (another sister) maputi, ngaa ako ya maitom? itom na gid ko ya haw?". (4) Her queries could actually make you laugh...

please don't be good, please be mean. please don't be too close, please be distant away. please don't give me everything i want, please be selfish. please don't let me fall in love with you, please give me reasons to hate you very much. please... i easily fall in love and i instantly fall out of love - it is the familiar story. you care, i care, i love, and i end up holding on into something which never existed - and it is exactly the same old story. ang akala ko, natuto na ako. ilang beses na itong nangyari, ilang beses ko na ring sinabing 'ayoko na', at ilang beses ko na ring isinumpang, "i'll never do it again, like again." but sometimes, things happened unexpectedly, in the most unexpected moment at the most unexpected time.. and you'll be surprised that one day you just wake up, finding yourself falling in love with the most unexpected person who just simply passed by while you are waiting. you know its not love, it maybe a kind of infatua...

Sa loob ng maraming taon, hindi ko na namalayan na ang buhay ko ay unti-unti nang isinusulat ng lapis at bolpen sa papel… Simula ng ako’y natuto nang humawak ng lapis, buong puso ko na ring ibinahagi ang aking sarili sa iba’t ibang klase ng papel na aking sinulatan, pinunit, ginuhitan at itinapon depende sa sakit at tamis na aking nararamdaman sa mga oras na iyon. Gayon pa man, hanggang sa ngayon, hindi ko pa rin lubos na maisulat at mailarawan kung anu nga ba talaga ang gusto kong itala at isulat sa buong buhay ko – alam ko rin naming hindi ito isang ‘term paper’, ‘research paper’ o kahit anong ‘essays’ na may deadline kung kelan mo ipapasa at may nagdidikta kung anu ang dapat mong isulat… Tandang-tanda ko pa nung bata pa ako, kahit anong sumagi sa isipan isusulat agad sa kahit anong papel – kalendaryo man, wastong sulatan, o kahit pader. Hindi ko lang alam kung bakit at paano, ngunit lagi ko nalang rin nakikita ang sarili ko sa isang sulok ng akin...

Becoming a princess is every little girl's dream. And every little girl is their dad's princess. This is not just about fairytales, since this is not just a mere fantasy. This is not about living in a palace, since this is also living in an own-defined kingdom. This is not about glamor and diamonds and tiaras and silk, since this is about heart of pure gold. This is not about being a kid, since everyone can be a princess. 1. Princesses do have a thousand of shoes, but a real princess is someone who offers her shoe to the shoeless and walks barefoot instead. 2. Princesses do wear elegant long gowns, but a real princess is someone who looks elegant no matter what she wears. 3. Princesses have tiaras, but a real princess has halo because she is an angel to anyone. 4. Princesses have knights and guards, but a real princess is someone who always faces trouble fearlessly. 5. Princesses live in a palace of gold, but a real princess lives in a home where everyone is free to do the thin...

Sometimes, you need to step out from your comfort zones to see the striking realities of life. I remember then when they asked me where I want to work after graduation, expect that working in the Department of Foreign Affairs (DFA) will be my answer. It was meant as a joke though it was my wildest dream even from the start. A dream that I always thought will stay as a dream forever. Honestly, I decided to take my Political Science 190 here in UP Diliman merely for the luxury the metro offers and to escape the boredom back home. I really have no idea, that this summer will prove me that sometimes dreams do really come true. Hence, my experience this summer is the greatest teacher of my life. Among those who wished to be assigned in the DFA, I was lucky enough to be given a chance to spent my 60 hours in the Center for International Research and Strategic Studies (CIRSS), Foreign Service Institute (FSI), Department of Foreign Affairs. This maybe just a ‘practium’, but for me, this ...