Well, this is proof I have no desire to finish my LS paper...

Well things are going forward...to early to tell if its going well or bad though.

I miss class.

I've changed :|. earlier today, when I cut my classes to do my OVERDUE script, I felt something new...I felt regret. I actually felt bad for cutting class. WOW. That's seriously new for me. Before I was about to cut my last class LS, I ran into Bech and Arlo in Mateo Down. At first, they were entertaining, then they started getting weirder and weirder by the minute, until we reached a point when someone said "Ein Fackt Bunnies", suffice to say, it was stupid. I finished 3 sentences in 30 minutes with those two, and I decided I would definitely cut my LS. As we were walking out of Mateo, I told them I was cutting and the two promptly told me not to. Through some poking and prodding, I decided I was going to class. Then one of them said "Yah it's much better to go to class, it's just an org thing, not important." When I heard that, a fire in me ignited, I politely said fuck this and left, to go to the cafeteria where I spent my time doing the script. I finished one paragraph in 2 hours.

Total Script Progress: 83%

I promise that I'll finish it by tomorrow. :D. Rest assured I am definitely failing our Bio Quiz.

Moral of The Story: I'm sorry school but I love my stories more than you. As much as I'm improving in studies and shit, I'd still pick what I love over you. I feel bad for my patients in 10 years where I have to leave the surgery room to go to my casting calls.

P.S.

Enjoy Merengue Dog.

I'm naming my malamute Wolfe...don't forget the 'e'

I have to stop being emo. These past posts have been howls at the moon. A paradoxical, an oxymoronic, and ironic shout by a lonesome figure hoping to be heard by wanderers or passersby. Lone wolves are quite disordered. Well actually, I can't stop being emotional since emotions are what makes us humans. There is no one who is completely devoid of emotion, the only difference that people have from each other is how much of that emotion they are willing to share others. It's a decision, a conscientious one, made by a person. Those people who are willing to share more are thought to be emo. There's nothing wrong with that. Though there's something wrong when you yourself don't believe in the decision you've made and then act unsuitably. It's not right, it's sort of cheating.

Petty...

Women are never disarmed by compliments; men always are.  ~Oscar Wilde

...or lack thereof. I'm kicking a puppy.

I'm thinking of going to seattle...

"A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow."-Charlotte Bronte
Well, ruffled hair makes an itchy pillow.

To sleep, perchance to dream...

RC, please let me sleep, this is not funny the fourth time :(. Nor was it the first. I'd much rather spend my time lying in restful reverie than watching Hamlet for three hours in a cold weekday morning. I have better things to do, though watching Gilderoy Lockhart act like a fool and prance around idiotically was fun. As "high-brow" or sophisticated Shakespearean literature is, the final scene where everyone dies is just too hilarious. We all know how this goes, Hamlet is invited to a friendly fencing match by Claudius against Laertes, seeing how the two were so adamant with the match, foul play was as obvious  as a willow among reeds (which is obvious according to Shakespeare, though literally, it is actually hard). Laertes then tells Claudius he has  poisoned the tip of his sword, so that only a scratch would kill Hamlet yet look like he died naturally; because, after all, dying in a friendly fencing match with only so much as a scratch done in by someone who made it quite clear to everyone, since the start of the movie, that he hates the living shit out of you does not warrant any suspicion or inquisition from the dozens of people in attendance which are aware of your spat with him. Claudius then assures Laertes he has a poisoned cup of wine if ever Laertes fails to wound Hamlet, since Laertes' reknown and esteemed reputation of the sword is not enough to go against a raving lunatic whose only form of martial combat within his years of existence consists of stabbing an old frail Mr. Smee trapped in a curtain (curtains are quite vicious traps). The fencing match starts, and what happens is of a very Monty Pythonesque fight. They jump and swish and slash around the whole damn court, screaming judgement from a very very confused Robin Williams, who at this point is as out of place as a willow among reeds (I will keep using this until I figure out what it means). People then realize the shit becomes real only when the two combatants swear to kill each other while messing everything up in the room, the appalling decor also angers Hamlet as much as Laertes does. Gertrude, gets Cladius' cup of wine and attempts to drink it. Claudius, showing his undying love for his wife, warns her with a simple "Ah" as he hilariously rolls his eyes, pretending he didn't do anything like a little boy. Laertes and Hamlet scratch each other with the poisoned sword, not without any gratuitous sliding around the court, before Gertrude dies of poison. Claudius lies and tells the people she had fainted, believing this to be utter bullshit, throws his sword, a tribute to Leonidas, at Claudius, pinning him to his seat and  chases down Claudius, slamming a damn chandelier at him, with cup in hand. Hamlet then, armed with his sando, suspenders, and bulging biceps, feeds Claudius by making Claudius suck his fingers which was wet with the wine, while whispering sweet nothings in Claudius' ear; Hamlet believed Claudius, who had killed his own brother, usurped the throne, and married his brother's wife, deserved the cruelest and most horrifying punishment known to him, death by homo-eroticism. Hamlet, realizing he is poisoned after being told so by a dying Laertes, chooses to die in style, assuming a position worthy of Tyra Banks. With every Danish Crown noble dead, Fortinbras and his Norwegian Soldiers casually walk inside the royal court and call it a decisive military victory. Fortinbras, seeing Hamlet dead in such a posh and alluring style, declares him to be a national hero. And they all lived happily ever after, with Denmark conquered By Norway due to the idiocy of their nobles.
With all honesty though, it was an entertaining movie. I found Kenneth Branagh's to be or not to be soliloquy to be (see what i did there?) emotional and moving. If you have any free time or just can't sleep, please give this movie a try.

On knowing if what you're doing is correct...

When you think you're doing the right thing, you must assume you're incorrect
Because there will always be a better way
When you think you're helping someone, you must make sure to give respect
Pity and sympathy are as different as night and day
Also all the things that you've said from all the things you've wanted to say


Though confidence and courage declares yourself to be the one who's sane
Prudence and understanding are worlds apart from plain intellect
As such, to care for someone wholeheartedly, withal to give your trust and praise
Thus to feel that they are amiss and need of your help, you give the benefit that they are correct
For what is a heart, without any love, or true friendship, without respect?

I am truly sorry, I confuse my arrogance for passion.

Do butterflies have bellies?

Day 8-10 (In Fontana)
7:00a.m.-12mn: Eat.Sleep.Beer.Eat.Sleep.Beer.Movie.Beer.Eat.Sleep.Sleep.Beer.Sleep

Fontana was fun. It was quite a change hanging out with people whom I hardly know (except for adel, gab, and enrique). But then, that was what we actually did, just hung out. We spent hours idling around the villa. Sleeping on the couch, eating chips in bed, or watching a movie. It was funny how we went to a resort with a water park and not swim until late the 2nd day. I blame the food and drinks for our laziness.We bought a case of red horse and some san miguels for our first night inuman. Though we only ended up drinking half of it. So, by the 2nd day we had a surplus of beer and scarce amounts of other drinks, like WATER and the like. No choice but to drink beer then. Food was good, even if we cooked them ourselves. However, I constantly felt myself compelled to eat when I have nothing to do in the villa. I'm bored by the Bastketball replays and the movies on tv, so I just sit by the kitchen counter eating junkfood and drinking beer. NOT HEALTHY.

Okay...Fontana was a definite low for my Butterfly Training. Time to lose them pounds AGAIN.

Goal for 12th Day:
Run(or at least walk) for 10k
Basic Weight Training (15 pounds would be enough)
Floor Exercises (Upped to 5 sets rather than 3 sets of ten)
Read (I've spent about only 2 hours this whole sembreak reading :(  )
Cook Pancakes!!
Script for Oriental Pacific
Research for Curriculum

I still have time to make the best out of my sembreak :D

Sembreak...

Sembreak by Eraserheads

About ten more days before the end of sembreak. I guess this song sums my sembreak so far =)) How's your sembreak going? :)

I feel the Burn...

I don't mean to spam your blog updates but I just find today (3rd day of training) to be very funny and noteworthy. Not in a "haha" way but in a "Ahhh...hehe -awardly-" way. So Here's another underdue post of Butterfly Training! (Not considering changing the name)

Post Script:
I warn you not to read this :)) It was supposed to be a coherent post which I was doing in the lib but I had to cut it short when the lib closed, So I thought of finishing it when I got home. When did though, I forgot what my punchline was but I also felt that all these words were to be wasted, it didn't seem right not to post it. So please do not enjoy my half-assed work hahaha :)

Kick-off!!!

Since this is the start of the sembreak, the period right before the next semester, I think this is the right time to start training myself. I plan to be at peak physical, emotional, spiritual, and hygienal condition. I am calling this the Butterfly training because after 3 weeks of grueling exercise I will metamorphosize(i believe this is a word) into a kick-ass, awesome Butterfly!! Not gay in any way :))

Day 1:

• 5:30. Woke up, dressed up, one set of floor exercises, and ran.
• 5:45. Tired as hell, went back to house, drank lots of water, looked at clock, and cursed.
• 5:50 Floor exercises, sweat all over the floor, slipped while doing squat thrusts.
• 6:00 Got Looked for Mom's yoga mat.
• 6:10 Mom where is your yoga mat? It's there (while pointing indiscriminately). Kz Mom
• 6:15 Found Mom's yoga mat in Sister's room. Proceeded with Floor exercises.
• 6:45 Cleaned up room, opened door of smelly sweaty room, ate Breakfast (Banana Nutella Pancakes :D)
• 7:00 Undressed, Took a shower, used Conditioner, brushed my hair, Blowdry, pomade. (Whut? I don't want unruly hair)
• 7:45 Brushed teeth (Must make into a habit, there is no school to force me to brush my teeth D: )
• 7:55 Shaved Mustache ( yes, I have a freakin' mustache haha)
• 7:55 Finished Shaving Mustache, cursed.
• 7:56 Put on sando :D, Turned on Computer, and Watched Sense & Sensibility.
• 8:40 Wondered what happened to Emilie Francois, Searched IMDB, Get Sidetracked, Remembered NFL
• 10:30 Felt relieved for the Patriots, Look at mail inbox, logged-on to facebook, remember Blogging about Butterfly training
• 11:15 Blogged About Butterfly Training, Remembered I haven't finished watching S&S, cursed.

That was a nice start! =)) Things left to do today: Read a book, Get my hair cut, Watch another movie, Learn 12:51, Cook more Pancakes!
I wonder if this Butterfly Training would be successful in these three weeks :D =))

Thank You

Forgetting about that cheesy and uninspired post, this sem really was a joy. They say freshman year was the year to gain new friends, to adapt into your blocks, to assimilate into college life, and to enjoy. But I find it much more applicable to my 2nd Year. Yes, it was field filled with problems, failed exams, personal fights, and disappointments. But at the heart of it all, I feel glad and blessed by this sem, I've learned to be a better person, much stronger and much more confident. Surviving such a turbulent semester is testament to that. As i have stated a lot of times, I did not come this far with my power alone, there were people who helped me along the way. People who I'd love to thank. Part of these people is the elite circle and the rest of the bloggers, hahaha nays name. It might not seem much, but I really do appreciate you guys for spurring me on. Blogging, the ones posted and also the ones not posted (hehe), have helped through this sem. Not only was I able to release my pent up feelings but its also a much better feeling knowing you guys looked out and cared for me. Also, you guys sharing your blogs, yes I know they are public haha, mean a lot to me. We both trust in each other and enjoy each others emotions. So, this is just me saying thank you and wishing you all a happy sem break, here's to having a happy and blog-filled sembreak! :D

I was gonna entitle this Time but.....

Time falls away...


Is it just me, or did this semester go by really fast? I distinctly remember my first semester in Ateneo, with H1N1 and Ondoy already notching off some weeks, feel much much longer. What exactly did I do this semester to feel this way? I've gone through the cycle of days, weeks, and months without holding onto any moment, choosing to let things pass, and by this time, I'm frantically trying to catch the remaining hours without success. Ever since the start of this semester I've been bombarded with problems, offshoots and hangovers of the previous year, new found grievances, and persistent conflicts. The easiest way to deal with them, as I saw it, was to wait for tomorrow. Let the clock ticking away be analogous to your problems fading into obscurity .Wait for a new day, better days. The problem was if tomorrow didn't bring those bright sunrises and peaceful sunsets. The hours pass by fleetingly yet problems were still there keeping up, time flies when you're having fun apparently.

Completely Missed My Mark...

So this was a very disappointing day. What basically happened, was that...I lost.

(self-satisying ranting ahead)

Not Madaya

Here is a graph. It has peaks.

Peaked...

Can I just say I feel like I've reached the peak....
This tumultuous epoch has finally started to simmer down.
I've bashed against the waves, ran through the currents.
Deep, I've gone quite deep into quiet waters.
Though calmer, safety is still not assured.
Drowning, sharks, hypothermia, and whatever the fuck.
Only thing left to do is to ride it out.
Let it roll, Let it flow, Let it grow.
Hopefully to be cast ashore.

I have to finish reading Gangster of Love...Beatnik Poetry is floating in my gray matter.

This is where I exhibit Narcissism albeit vindicated

 In the feeling out stage of starting a blog, I think it's appropriate, as stated in the introduction, that I should try to get closer with my audience. Establish that relationship and let it grow. I guess to do that, I'm devoting a section of my blog to building that bridge, and showing people the history behind me, RC Marcelo. Welcome people to Narcissistic Facts.

  For this session, I'm dedicating this to my Family and my city, who will always be there for me, willingly or unwillingly. Tonight I will spend sometime describing the city where I live, Makati City, after all, the getting to know process starts somewhere, so might as well start in the nearest one, my home.

 ~~~~~

Makati is considered as the Financial Capital of the Philippines, a city bustling with hectic work days and a very busy nightlife, a place where life never seems to stop. You always see people shuffling about in this city, wherever you walk, sooner or later you end up walking in a group. It is like the city that never sleeps, the city lights never go out even at the dead of night, as if to convey that at Makati there is always someone “home”. I can also assure you that there is never a dark corner in Makati—at night the lights are so bright that you could still see the clouds floating amongst the orange lit sky. However, surrounded by the ever present buildings and the scores of people, I still see my life in Makati as somewhat lonely.

I should be doing the Bio Post Lab

I push and pull, with force usually unrestrained.
I reach out to you, or at least try to.
I know it's in vain, but something in me doesn't want to quit.
It satisfies me, though quite quickly, to just graze a touch of you.
I force myself again,
This time will be different,
I'm sick and tired of nothing happening
I push harder,
harder, as if to break you,
I stop
because I'm tired and exhausted
but mostly because
for what I've done,
I find it harder to get close to you.

Damn that tissue paper getting stuck in the test tube. I hate Chem...now to do some Bio :D.

Gago! May bangs na ako!!

After three weeks of growing my hair, may bangs na ako PUTA!! :D :D :D

This is where I introduce myself

Hello. I guess I have to start with an introduction. I am Mario Narciso A. Marcelo, though no one calls me exactly that. I think it's right to establish a sense of familiarity, so you can call me RC, that's what friends call me, or you could call me arse, that is what my enemies call me. Like or hate, Familiarity all the same.
I am needy, occasionally selfish. I used to piss on the shower. I cut class. I tease people and they tease me. I am a failed athlete. I am a failed Musician. I am a failed writer. I am a Failing Health Sci Major. I have potential , never lived up to it though. I drink. I smoked. I curse. I don't know what I'm doing, nor what I want to do. I love, but have never been loved. I have been kissed, but never kissed. I laugh, I do this a lot. I study, though not a lot. I cry. I jeer. I'm honest, though I can't tell when I'm lying. I hurt people, just by living. I could go on on everything that I could do, but I think I'll stop, nothing I said is that unique or special, I'm a normal Human just like you.
Honestly, I don' t see why strangers would be interested in my blog, I guess only friends would be. The thing is though, I'm planning to write about everything in my blog. Everything from my sadness to my happiness. I'm prepared to show you a side of me that is not masked or filtered. I'm giving you the benefit of seeing me as I am, raw, natural, and weak. With that said, I guess by reading my blog we could actually be friends. Though you are a stranger, out there in God knows where, I can honestly say I trust you, you are my friend. So please, read this blog. After this introduction, I feel that we are closer, hope you feel the same way too. I promise that this blog will be insightful and interesting, if we are indeed friends. Nothing empty will flash in your monitor, everything has a meaning, well I hope it has. After all, if you're able to find meaning in the words I write, I would be able to find meaning in my life.