Sunday, November 26, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
6:38 PM | 0 comments
6:38 PM | 0 comments
senseless shit
I was flipping through "The Mind of God" just yesterday, (I meant to borrow the book from RJ, which he better lend me soon) when I saw this mega-interesting 2-liner. It kinda baffled me for a minute or two and so I began probing it verbally, hoping to get input from everybody else inside the room (we were at the uni house BTW) - they simply ignored me so I stopped trying to analyze it.
Here it is, not exact words, though:
Socrates: What Plato is about to say is false.
Plato: Socrates just told the truth.
Exactly, right?
I know it's probably part of the basics of logic and philosophy or whatever, but gosh - it’s just mind-boggling.
Anyway, whatever.
I remember RJ telling us that his Dad was trying to explain something really complex and all philosophical and everything, when his mom coolly shot, "You know what Ben, nobody really cares."
Hear, hear. Nobody really does, anyway.
So why bother?
(*note: this makes this entry completely useless - but it's MY blog, so who cares?)
Here it is, not exact words, though:
Socrates: What Plato is about to say is false.
Plato: Socrates just told the truth.
Exactly, right?
I know it's probably part of the basics of logic and philosophy or whatever, but gosh - it’s just mind-boggling.
Anyway, whatever.
I remember RJ telling us that his Dad was trying to explain something really complex and all philosophical and everything, when his mom coolly shot, "You know what Ben, nobody really cares."
Hear, hear. Nobody really does, anyway.
So why bother?
(*note: this makes this entry completely useless - but it's MY blog, so who cares?)
scribbled by anna katrina
6:17 PM | 0 comments
6:17 PM | 0 comments
Bringing out the nerd in me
Lately, I've been stressing about this idea that "I don't know anything" regarding everything I ought to have known ever since I decided to become a debater. It's kind of a 'chartered' obligation for everyone who dare call him or herself such, that he or she must know EVERYTHING - well, at least those things that have significance when debating. It is held, in the debate community, that no inferior, substandard mind can ever be able to truly contend with the brilliant minds of THE debaters. (I'm starting to sound more and more like a poet. Haha.)
And you see, stemming from my naivete or perhaps my lack of sentience with reality (cut me some slack, I was young), I always had this delusional idea that we (Silliman) would someday beat the hell out of the hegemony that is Ateneo. Sadly, after reading their blogs, I found out about their life-long commitment to kicking ass, through higher philosophy and shrewd reasoning. And at the rate we're going, all hopes have now become impossible.
So, in order to at least be able to have a decent round with any Ateneo team, I have devoted myself to the pursuit of learning (and this time, I mean it). Kudos to the other Silliman debaters who have also come to realize that occasionally reading TIME is not enough, hence, Kristi with "The Republic", Yana with "The Prince", Gers with "The World is Flat" (read: it's good to know the basics) and RJ with his new obsession, "Venus in Exile" which made him all crazy about beauty in a postmodernist perspective. (BTW, accolades RJ for letting everyone borrow his books).
I, on the other hand, am trying to understand the philosophies of Soren Kierkegaard and Michel Foucault, which, DAMMIT, aren't easy. As strategy, I began with subjects that were most appealing, such as the former's existentialism and Foucault's sexual revolution (credits to Lyde, and Sir Casocot for letting me sit-in in his literature class).
Hopefully, I don't end up confusing myself even more with information overload.
And you see, stemming from my naivete or perhaps my lack of sentience with reality (cut me some slack, I was young), I always had this delusional idea that we (Silliman) would someday beat the hell out of the hegemony that is Ateneo. Sadly, after reading their blogs, I found out about their life-long commitment to kicking ass, through higher philosophy and shrewd reasoning. And at the rate we're going, all hopes have now become impossible.
So, in order to at least be able to have a decent round with any Ateneo team, I have devoted myself to the pursuit of learning (and this time, I mean it). Kudos to the other Silliman debaters who have also come to realize that occasionally reading TIME is not enough, hence, Kristi with "The Republic", Yana with "The Prince", Gers with "The World is Flat" (read: it's good to know the basics) and RJ with his new obsession, "Venus in Exile" which made him all crazy about beauty in a postmodernist perspective. (BTW, accolades RJ for letting everyone borrow his books).
I, on the other hand, am trying to understand the philosophies of Soren Kierkegaard and Michel Foucault, which, DAMMIT, aren't easy. As strategy, I began with subjects that were most appealing, such as the former's existentialism and Foucault's sexual revolution (credits to Lyde, and Sir Casocot for letting me sit-in in his literature class).
Hopefully, I don't end up confusing myself even more with information overload.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
8:05 PM | 0 comments
8:05 PM | 0 comments
a lesson learned
A lesson to everyone out there who don't have a driver's license, yet still insist on driving:
NEVER hit anybody, especially a COP. NEVER.
It ain't pretty.
NEVER hit anybody, especially a COP. NEVER.
It ain't pretty.
Monday, November 06, 2006
scribbled by anna katrina
10:14 PM | 1 comments
10:14 PM | 1 comments
A new beginning... i hope.
And so, it begins.
Another semester, another heartache? A few weeks back, i had a major identity crisis, and no, it's not the 'am-I-a-homo?' crisis (hell NO); it was more of an 'I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-I'm-gonna-do!' thing. Let's just say I was caught between two choices that will pretty much determine not just the rest of my college life, but my future career as well (that is, if we put it in extremes - which I would.)
Save being evasive about it, I haven't really done anything with regards to the issue - an individual twist or whatever. I freely let other people persuade and practically, decide for me. And even if I seem to have made up my mind already, endless questions still linger at the back of my head. Convincing myself that I chose the right thing didn't help at all. Not if I was so sure that I'd be better off choosing otherwise. (read: Bryce would surely kill me after he reads this entry.)
Not to mention irritating comments and questions like, "diba ni-shift na ka?" or "Why are you taking this class? Naa diay ni sa Mass Com?" If you've asked me these, don't feel bad, I'm not mad at you. It's kind of my fault, actually - I literally shouted my plans to shift to the whole world. I really just don't want to talk about it... it just depresses me even more.
I guess I have no other choice but to let things unfold on their own. Maybe in the middle of this semester, I'd learn to love my course, or perhaps realize that I'm meant to do something else. Whichever.
I am only hoping that this semester wouldn't be anything like the last one. I can't handle too much drama right now... or ever.
Another semester, another heartache? A few weeks back, i had a major identity crisis, and no, it's not the 'am-I-a-homo?' crisis (hell NO); it was more of an 'I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-I'm-gonna-do!' thing. Let's just say I was caught between two choices that will pretty much determine not just the rest of my college life, but my future career as well (that is, if we put it in extremes - which I would.)
Save being evasive about it, I haven't really done anything with regards to the issue - an individual twist or whatever. I freely let other people persuade and practically, decide for me. And even if I seem to have made up my mind already, endless questions still linger at the back of my head. Convincing myself that I chose the right thing didn't help at all. Not if I was so sure that I'd be better off choosing otherwise. (read: Bryce would surely kill me after he reads this entry.)
Not to mention irritating comments and questions like, "diba ni-shift na ka?" or "Why are you taking this class? Naa diay ni sa Mass Com?" If you've asked me these, don't feel bad, I'm not mad at you. It's kind of my fault, actually - I literally shouted my plans to shift to the whole world. I really just don't want to talk about it... it just depresses me even more.
I guess I have no other choice but to let things unfold on their own. Maybe in the middle of this semester, I'd learn to love my course, or perhaps realize that I'm meant to do something else. Whichever.
I am only hoping that this semester wouldn't be anything like the last one. I can't handle too much drama right now... or ever.
