Here’s how I dress my South Park avatar. :p

What Kind of Troublemaker Are You?

Jonas, you’re an Entertaining Mischief-Maker
-Tickle

Fun at all costs. These are the words you live by. Are you in the running for class clown — always cracking jokes, pantsing classmates, or making scenes? Or are you more stealth with your jokes — anonymously making crank calls, planting fake vomit, and pulling fire alarms? Whatever your prank-pulling MO, it’s just a little harmless amusement you’re after. And if making a fool out of yourself or getting into trouble is the consequence, you’ll happily take it.

You’ve got a quick wit and spirited outlook on life that usually makes it hard for people not to forgive your playful and mischievous ways. Just be sure your jokes and pranks don’t wear out their welcome. That’s no fun at all.

I told myself to be a tame low-profile Cursor applicant. No cracking of jokes. No teasing. But it seems fun is my middle name so can’t help but to unleash the real Jonas in me. As days pass, I become interesting to the group. Out of fun, when I was to answer one of the council members’ question: ‘Who is your crush?’, I replied with her girlfriend’s name. (Hehe. You asked for it.) Last Talents Night, no one stopped me in making scenes. I sang with no notes hit and danced shaking my body a little (but obvious). Quoting ‘it’s just a little harmless amusement you’re after’ and ‘usually makes it hard for people not to forgive your playful and mischievous ways’. Ah, friends – I was not sure on the last incident. Or maybe that bunch of people is an exception. Oh well, they don’t know me either.

I am not known before (high school) as a clown or comedian. It is only in later college when all of my acts, including the creative stuffs, are click! At least, I’m quite sure I’m worthy of handling UP Parser’s Features and Fun section.

‘Basta. Peace tayong lahat.’

Who Were You in High School?

Jonas, you were a Crusader

- Tickle

From the campus-wide initiative on recycling to raising the wages of the cafeteria workers, you seem the type to always be willing to fight for your cause. Where your classmates saw vegetarian lunches and open-toed sandals, you saw revolution. Maybe your ideals were too radical to win the class presidency, but you always managed to create a following. And that’s a kind of conviction and charisma that’s never too far out of reach.

These days, even if you’re not running for political office or changing the world for the better of humanity, you can probably debate the worth of any cause that comes your way — even if it’s just to campaign for more vacation time at work. Your inner strength is an inspiration to everyone around you. So rally around the tie-dyed flag and take up whatever cause you’re into at the moment.

Ha?! Perhaps, the test result shows my other side. Yes, I’m a crusader in heart. I know there’s a no place here to complain but I want to voice that I can lead too more than I can prank. I may not look a leader material but what you see is only skin-deep.

Candidates were asked to choose what makes a leader: passion or experience. Let’s see. My choice will be the drive. You can learn also from new experiences, right?

As I’ve said. I’m not complaining here. I’m not wanting for higher positions. I’m actually holding several responsibilities from different organizations. And that is enough. (Of course, it is enough. After I got sick last task-after-task week, will I ask for more pain?)I just don’t want an ‘overlook’ that happened years ago to take place and for the whole body to feel regret again.

South Park Image from Das Planearium

Competition will not make us monsters. Arrrr!

Dorm Raiders	Tale of the Tape	UPSET
Dorm Raiders	Group Name	University of the Philippines Software Engineering Team
	Group Logo
CONDORM (COmputerized Network-based DORmitory Manager)	Project Name	CHESTER (Curriculum Handling Engine and Student EvaluatoR)
Kalayaan Ilang-Ilang Molave Narra Yakal	Subgroup Names	IMAGINE-ary Friends Flex Kaparser K! and the Boxers CRS and Friends
25	Population	25
Red	Color	Green
Mondays and Thursdays	Working Days	Tuesdays and Fridays
Java, J2EE, Struts, PostgreSQL	Technologies	PHP, Apache, Java, Smarty, PostgreSQL
Netbeans	IDEs	Kate
CRS Online and OPAC	Spoof	Friendster and Yahoo! Mail
Carlos’ laptop Tweety’s laptop Jael’s laptop and many more laptops…	Resources	Phillip and Jonas’ SA PC Ia and Mai’s Trainee PC Diwa’s laptop
Passion	Key Player	Experience
Obsessive- Compulsive	Ms. Solamo’s OC (Over-all Champs) Description	Over Creative
Ardee Aram	Class Facilitator	Diwa del Mundo
Pio Claudio	Class Middle	Jonas Roque
We are never upset.	Battlecry	‘Coz raiding upsets.
‘Spy! Spy!’	When Others are around	‘Raid! Raid!’
Pizza	CS192 Party Snacks	Party Biscuits
CS Week	Target Completion Date	CS Week
1.0	Target Grade	1.0

Yeah, I was a dog last week.

ROLLOVER. – My masters instructed me to do some missions. It was supposedly application’s ‘Hell Week’ until I counted my completed tasks totaled at least sixty. Hmm, that’s not difficult at all. But OK!-able Running marathon around the UP Acad Oval was exhausting. My co-applicant slash co-runner hinted me once we got there, it would be more than a relief. Indeed! It was rewarding! (Although it was less than a relief – I’m into pain reliever now.)

BARK. – ‘Stuffed Bread Sticks. Chocolates. Post-valentine Treat.’ Just right after the missions, I decided to go in for UP fair. Together with other first timers in the group, we went to the Sunken Garden with goodies to be sold. Quite disappointed because we are the ones who both opened and closed the booth even we are notified before of shifting hours. More than a discontent because it supposedly a fair where we enjoy listening to the bands and booth hopping! Last year’s theme Unfair fitted.) Well, there is at least a gratification on selling dozen of bread sticks.

SIT. – That day ain’t over yet. I had to sit in front of a computer hoping to bring the mini-thesis to an end – overnight. CS 192 groups dubbed it as Programming Pajama Party with pizzas around and assorted biscuits courtesy of Diwa, and three MP3 song lists played across the room . I felt the tension among groups. One group clustered at the corner, convening, then afterwards cried, ‘UPSET! Fight!’ (As if there was a basketball game). Some members of the other group leaped in joy as they progress. I noticed one of their leaders asked them to stay calm, ‘Doon na lang sa labas.’ [Do that outside]. Don’t worry we remain friends (outside 192).

STAND. – Around five o’clock, I fly (yeah, dogs now fly) to Bulacan. I had my first-of-four tutorial session with high school hopefuls at eight. I hurriedly took morning rituals at home. I came late and sleepy. Thank heavens that my boss already gave the mock exams I made thus I had a little time to rest before I explain to my students the correct answers. I went home with bone treat worth roughly a thousand bucks and fastfood lunch on the side.

SLEEP. – Because the dog can’t bark now. He has no voice.

What Breed of Dog Are You?

Jonas, you’re a Pug!
-Tickle

No bones about it, you’re an intelligent, playful Pug. Witty and charming, you’re a lot of dog wrapped in a small package. People just love you – a wonderful approachability and sense of humor put you at the top of everyone’s list. And because you’re smart and quick-witted, you attract a crowd wherever you go. (Have you ever considered running for office or starting a company? You’ve got the charisma for either.) But that doesn’t mean you can’t be a little naughty or mischievous when opportunity knocks – you’ve definitely got a nose for fun! A happy, optimistic breed, you’re admired and respected by all. Woof!

American Dog: Arf! Arf!
Philippine Askal: Aw! Aw! Aw!

Dogs Look Like Their Owners

Prologue/Epilogue:
We did not talk for quite a long time. She thought that it was supposed to be my sweet revenge. It was her sister who explained that if ever true, I had a valid reason for doing so after she’s still kicking even when I’m already down. It wasn’t a revenge. Really!
Then, we paused and looked each other.
She: You’re so kind to me inspite of…
Me: Don’t continue. I’m not kind. I’m in love.

I got my first cellphone when I was in 3rd year high school. It was bulky and outdated. With these features, I never told that I had already a cellular phone.

I sent my first text message to the girl that I courted for two years. I introduced myself as Jacob Villahermosa, UP Diliman freshman who lives in the metro. ‘Jacob’, which came from my friend’s first name and probably from ‘Jakub’, the Liar. ‘Villahermosa’ came from my cousins’ surname.

She: Are you joking? Villahermosa? Sounds like a resort.
Me: That’s the name of our clan.

I knew she was in bait. ‘Does she entertain stranger-texters?’ I asked.

We exchanged text messages. I greet her on mornings before we attended classes. And every night just before we all sleep.

Me: Sorry if I seldom text you. Cellphones are prohibited in UP.

My excuse since I don’t want others to make fun out of my low-tech phone.

We exchanged descriptions. I waited for hers if she would introduce herself ‘herself’.

Me: I am not familiar with Malolos, Bulacan although I think I’d been there before. Are you near Barasoain Church?

She almost told their exact address. ‘I will be accompanied if ever.’ I told her.

I said that February 2 is my birthday, a day before my real one. Coincidentally, it was his brother’s. Intentionally, just to bring a longer conversation.

The day after, she asked my friend, Jacob, (in front of me) if he’s the guy texter. Of course, Jacob denied. As she finished, I told Jacob that the person she’s talking about was actually me. I warned him not to tell anyone.

She’s really interested to Jacob Villahermosa. I quitted sending her the first message. Our text conversation usually ends already midnight. She asked for an eyeball. I refused.

She: Well, soon we’ll meet when I’m already there in UP.

Days after, she talked about Jacob in the whole class reading my text messages and self-composed love quotes. ‘Jacoby’ is my codename. How did I know? She let me see it. She narrated Jacob’s thoughtfulness, sweetness and intelligence. She’s narrating me.

I wanted to smile although she might noticed. If I would walk out, then it’ ok since the class would think that I was jealous. So, I act that drama.

True, I was dramatic because of one question that plays on my mind. I’m Jonas Roque, after two years courting her, dumped. I’m Jacob Villahermosa, after few texts, interests her. But why? Stuffed toys, chocolates, and tutorial sessions, versus one-peso text messages. Unclear! Message not sent!

Me: I wait for two years when we can meet now.

I sent an SMS that we are to set an eyeball. Disaster! I think of having someone else to frontact for me. Although, I’m still the loser.

It was a dance practice that I did not attend. I sent her a SMS.

Me: I’m Jonas Roque.

Your Element Is Fire
Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.
You are exciting and creative – and completely unpredictable.You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.
Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

Void Mage
Virtue: You are a chaotic dreamer. While others dream of mundane desires, you have a tendency to think outside the realms of probability. You have a powerful mind that works outside the realms of normal logic.You lust to be different often stirs contempt for the world around you. You can be generally uncaring when it comes to people you consider “beneath”

Stalker
While you may have less world-conquering goals than most villains, you’re still pretty freaky. You become obsessed easily with people or ideas, and often exhibit your obsession in the oddest possible ways. Other Stalkers: Ahab (Moby Dick), Freddie (Nightmare on Elm Street), Michael Myers (Halloween)

Demi God
You love power, and anything associated with gaining power. Although you might be truly compassionate, your main concern is being better than everyone around you. This competitive nature tends to drive people away from you after awhile. Because let’s face it: Walking out of a magical portal is only impressive the first forty times.

Find your element
What Type of Villain are You?
Find your Role-PlayingStereotype
at mutedfaith.com.

I love you. You love him. He loves someone else.

The three of us promised to remain friends and only as friends. I thought I was the one who will break the rule since I had already developed feelings toward her before the promise was made.But the plot started that I won’t be playing the antagonist role.

It was the first ‘Simbang gabi’ when I was informed officially that they were boyfriend-girlfriend. They narrated me how it started. It was an instant affair! Of course, you wouldn’t expect me pass on good wishes to them. I remained quiet. Still, I attended the mass. I hoped God could dry my eyes.
Days passed and they heard nothing from me. I pretended nothing happened. I even joined their company and left them when I was asked. Whenever they came close, images flashed taking me to those old times. They were those instances whose meanings were just recently understood.
After completing the Christmas novena, God knows I did not wish that their breakup would happen. Really. Fate did.
He’s now sure on his true emotion. He chose to love someone else. He’s not worthy of her love – the same love that I longed for. He reasoned that his move was fair. He did not want to further hurt her again. That was fair – we were all wounded.
Then, she sat next to me. She was holding the crumpled letter while she’s asking the why’s and how’s. She cried next to me. She didn’t notice I was crying too.
But there’s twist in the story which happened first. The guy came and requested me to help him write the breakup letter for her. It was granted.
The pen was indeed mighty.

A picture from our often boring STS (Science, Technology, and Society) class.

Part of being twenty-one now is to be awake twenty-one hours a day. I’m overworking!

At school, I am more engaged in co-curricular activities than my academics. I am only carrying the lightest possible subject load that my scholarship allows although as if I am bearing 24 units* literally. I am just in my junior year and I’m expecting the heaviest freight next semester in worst-case. I’m not a superhero – not even a SuperNaz.

I am beating, extending rather, deadline set by our editor-in-chief, Corsarius. Our captain is considerate enough to lay down our target release so we won’t be bothered especially we are now in mid-semester. Thanks and he considered my chaotic schedule and dispensed fewer assignments as features (and fun) editor. Although I am pressured being the latter because I’m hoping I can equal Second Run.

Parser is working harder because we pledge Bigtime. That’s why I’m taking my second work unreserved to call on advertisers to sponsor the paper. I remember I sounded harsh when I asked my editor to reassess managing editor’s function since business matters really matter now unlike before. It is up to them to decide and I’m ‘open’.

Aside from the school paper, I am also attending SUMS_UP assemblies. I am taking good care of UP ACM’s fund. UnPLUG is developing an electronic election scheme and I’m still thinking how to be involved in my organization. It is a blessing in disguise that the volunteers are temporarily restrained in ECR.

I’m an applicant of UP Cursor. My batch is preparing for our talents night. I am undecided whether to sing or to dance or both. It doesn’t end there because week after week another requisite must be get hold of.

I’m having a number of part-time jobs. One is as a student assistant in our department completing a hundred working hours every month. Meanwhile, I haven’t done my examinations and materials for my tutorial sessions. We are also designing a web site for my friend’s Lovestory band.

To make my schooling more stressful, I need to obtain an average of ’2.0′ for my scholarship to continue which by the way is still in discussion whether it will expire after this semester or after my fifth stay in campus. That’s why I’m now completing my application for this new scholarship program in case (which is actually due next week).

But of course, school is not just my life. She is ringing my phone for nights. She won’t send me SMS unless I will after the missed calls. She’s always conscious if she’s disturbing me. Okay. She’s caring. I love it. I don’t know whether she’s making an excuse for both of us to stop texting or she’s feeling that I’m not interested. Perhaps, I have to made the first move this time.

While I’m still confuse on my feelings toward her, my eyes are searching places. One time, out of the blue, I became interested to one of Cursor slash Parser member. (Sorry ComSci, no more clues to spill, next time if I’m already sure on her). I nearly asked someone if she’s still available (or if she’s taking 24 units, does she have an available time). My mouth just shut.

Yes, it is out of nowhere! I confess. I had this Plan A last Thursday, my 10101st birthday. I wanted to approach my long-time crush, to give her bouquet of flowers, box of chocolates, with poetry perhaps, to finally tell her she hit me. Sigh. I can’t figure how. I have no idea when is the next time. Not on the Valentine’s Day because that will be her boyfriend’s turn. I’m already running out of time. She’s graduating. Errr.

My right arm is still aching from the badminton session last Saturday. I need to rest now. I’ll just publish my posts on my three blogs tomorrow. Next week is Valentine’s. My two friends, who both have 24 units, perhaps have their date. I’ll be left alone, busy.

—

* Someone who is carrying 24 units is having his or her time with at least one partner.

Why is Jonas Still Single – according to a personality quiz from Tickle. Let it count the why’s.

Jonas, you’re single because you don’t want to commit.

Tickle: Once the blush of first love wears off with your partners, do you get a little antsy? You probably crave excitement in all realms of your life, and you need a relationship to keep you filled with possibilities. Let us guess:

Someone has probably told you that you haven’t quite grown up yet,

Orasid: Not true! Not true! They told me I’m mature!

Tickle: that you’re still holding out for the perfect “whatevers” (job, car, home, date) in your life to come a knockin’.

Orasid: I’m not the only one. Who does not want perfection? Though, “whatevers” are true. I’m optimist.

Tickle: Or perhaps

you’re just having a difficult time accepting that your comfortable little place in this world is always growing, always evolving

Tickle: and that means you have to be willing to accept big life changes, too.

Orasid: Yeah drastic changes…

Tickle: Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

After all, you’re probably a lot of fun to be around and may be the life of the party.

Tickle: But when it comes to settling down, you leave without looking back twice.

Tickle: Now’s the time to ask yourself: Why? What’s holding you back? Maybe you don’t want someone to get to know you fully?

Orasid: No! No! I want you to know me fully because first impressions never last.

Tickle: Perhaps

by saying “yes” to someone, you’re afraid you’ll lose yourself

Orasid: Now, you’re talking!

or you’re afraid of the possibility of something better coming along.

Tickle: Just remember that the best relationships are those that never stop growing. That’s something you can identify with, right? So keep that in mind next time you find someone you’re really comfortable with. You never know, it may prove even more exciting once you really get to know each other, teensy flaws and all.

Orasid: Okey… I’m single and available.

Here’s a deviation of plasticastle from his deviantART.

How
Did the rose
Ever open it’s heart
And give to this world
All it’s
Beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light
Against it’s
Being

Otherwise,
We all remain

Too

Frightened

Here’s the link to the actual site: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/4652874