the Q.E.

After 2 months of preparing for the most awaited and most challenging JPIA ( Junior Philippine Institute of Accountants ) activity ever, the Qualifying Exam, I'm back and here blogging again. The sleepless nights, the emptied packs of Ding Dong, the calculator of my dorm mate Saharah, and the 9 accounting books I had only reminds me of Q.E., the scariest test a JPIAn face every year. The exam is divided into two (that is for the first year students like me), the basic accounting and partnership and corporation accounting.
The first part of the exam is damn supah hard, I almost bleed with my nose. The questions are very difficult to answer especially the short problems. The second part is a little easier than the basic, hehe. I don't know why the basic is harder than the second part, I thought it basic was easier. I think it's just that basic has a larger scope.
Hmp..... It's time. Tomorrow is the time. My destiny lies on it(char....). GOOD LUCK to me and to the whole NDMU JPIANs.!

WHO IS BORAT?

Guys, thank you for every moments that we shared. Thank you for the wonderful things you've shown to me. Thank you for the love, trust, and hope you made me feel.

I know that i hurt almost everyone of you with everything that I do. Eventhough it's not my intention, you perceived and believed that it is. I know you just don't know me well and it happens that you are not into it.

I'm sorry.

Yes, I've been too insensitive....................... but looking carefully on the situation, we could think that you have your part too. Yes, i mean I've been too insensitive with everything that i do or say while you've been too sensitive for every consequences that occur. I'm not saying na kayo na nga ang naagrabiyado kayo pa ang may kasalanan. It's just that maybe 90% mine, 10% yours.
I'm sorry if i can't tell all these to you in person because ONLY IN THIS BLOG I CAN SHOW AND EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS AND MY FEELINGS and I'm so shy with my self because i know in the first place I'm wrong. I hope you'll consider it.

The HAMBOG issue. I admit that I'm hambog. Maybe if someone is asked what would be the worst attitude of mine, it would be KABORATAN. Did I get it right? I think so. Everybody in the class know that I am what they called BORAT except me. In the first place, I thought its just an artificial character created by a group in the class. All the time, the class have been laughing to these assumed-of-mine artificial character BORAT. It had been famous to the campus for I heard them always talking about this ( in fact even 1-A students know it ) and I just laugh and laugh. Yes, I just laugh and laugh.
In fact, I've been a promoter of BORAT too. Would you believe it?
It's true, I've been joking my classmates, friends, dormmates and everyone around me about BORAT not knowing the fact that I'M BORAT. Wow, what a nice situation of mine. I've been so stupid. And they just laugh and laugh and laugh. They are laughing on myself and me too, I'm laughing on my stupid self. It hurts me but I learn to supress it while I'm on the way on discovering all these. I know some friends of mine knows about it and I think they just wanted not to tell these because they know it would hurt me and they don't want these to happen. THANKS TO THEM.

Well, thank you also to the BORAT group. For because of them, I've realized all my mistakes and here trying to fulfill the number 1 in my new year's list--that is to be humble--. Thank you that for all those time you've been intimidating me for it gave colors to my life.

I'm not BLIND. I have been observing since the first day of this month and learned a lot. If I am with them, they would include in their conversation BORAT. I just laugh having them not knowing the fact that I'm let's say nakikiramdam....... Napaka plastic ko nman ata, nkikitawa ako sa kanila while iniimbestigahan ko sila.

BUT IT HURTS. It really hurts laughing on myself. I felt on that particular moment that everyone hates me and so mean to me.

This week, based on my observation, I can conclude that I'm BORAT through these:

• the report in management..... akala nila hindi ko pansin sa dalawang meetings
• their responses to my approaches
• the way they talk to me
• sa lahat ng bagay
• when I recite in front of the class
• this afternoon after the review
• the omnipresence of Borat to them

I'm not sure but I could say that possibly they are BACK FIGHTING me. I hope guys when you hate someone, tell them. DON'T BE PLASTIC! please lang kasi mas masakit eh. Sorry kung naoffend k man.

The reason behind why I kept on telling things narcissistically is that it's normal on me. I don't know that I'm already irritating somebody. I'M SORRY, I'm not perfect, tao lang po ako. Would you recall our topic in management about organizations? It says there that each of us has individual differences and that is our nature.

If I'm going too unconscious, then tell me.......

MEET BORAT

THIS IS ME. PROUD TO HAVE IT!
(Borat Sagdiyev is a fictional Kazakhstani journalist portrayed by British comedian sacha Baron Cohen. He reveiled the biases made by the Americans on their influences to the world through his taboo sociocultural viewpoints.)

My posts in this blog are telling the the things I want everyone to feel. I want you to be happy that I included you in my life. I joked yet other people misinterpret it.
BLOGS could be an online diary.... It is your means in sharing and expressing your feelings and thoughts.

I'm sorry if I've said something wrong... It's just that I wrote this on times that I care nothing and so emotional.... ganito lang talaga ako....., MAYABANG.

I like you to impose comments on this work. Thank you for spending reading on this stupid blog.

sorry

I've been so inconsiderate. I've been so insensitive.I've been so fool.

I just realized the things that i've done had hurt the feelings of other people.

THIS IS A SORRY.

I just can't tell it personally. Next time, if there are chances, I'll be careful with everything that comes from me.

I hope you'll listen.

ORDINARY COFFEE OR POOP?

January 09, 2008-- It was around 9:00 in the evening. I and Marlon have just arrived in the dormitory after seeing the fascinating Marbeleno Mardi Gras which was held in front of the KCC mall of Marbel. We immediately entered the room of our GENIUS DORMMATE Kuya Jude and told our experiences about the night streetdancing and field demonstration. "Bitin man ako, uy.....," Marlon said, frowning. Suddenly Kuya Jude thought of having some hot coffe in U3 Cafe to fill the incompleteness Marlon felt.

It was my fist time going into a cafe (since there are no cafes in our town) and my companions' first time in U3 Cafe.
Dressed decently, we felt being rich as we step out of the tricycle.

There were so many people in the Alunan Avenue since it was the eve of Koronadal's Hinugyaw Festival. The U3 cafe which rests in front of the DPWH building really looks as a den of fiesta goers and socialers. The people in the cafe gazed on us as if we were celebrities. Actually, we dressed in a semi-formal manner. That is, the three of us have different fashion statements but all were polo-dominated. Marlon wore a polo-shirt, Kuya Jude with a polo styled under his shirt, and I with a shirt and polo over it.

As we sat on the chairs prepared for the customers, a waiter came on us. He then asked our order as he handed to Kuya Jude the menu. Kuya Jude told us that if its your first time in a cafe, restaurant or any other establishments, always ask for the "SPECIALTY OF THE HOUSE". He asked the waiter and then the waiter pointed 2X ESPRESSO under the Coffee Alamid category. Marlon and Kuya Jude decided to taste it while I'm thinking if i'm gonna taste it or not (my concern is on the price). Then i finally decided to have it also. While waiting, Kuya Jude took pictures for his blog for the U3 experience.

After ten minutes, we were surprised when we saw the three mugs served to us. The 3 little cute mugs which could possibly contain 100 milliliters of liquid looks dissatisfying. I mean we were just shocked because we expected that the mugs were larger enough to give justice to the coffee's price. I suddenly felt that i've wasted my money just for a P286 100ml coffee.

We prepared our excited tounges to taste the costliest coffee of U3 cafe. Then we started sipping it. Abruptly, the COOKING MASTER BOY ( a cartoon show in ABS-CBN) flashed in my mind. I remembered one of its episodes where the judges tasted Mao's (main character) PANDA MAFO DOFU and that the judges were very delighted that as if they were surfing in the sea of flavors. In relation to that, I felt as if I'm drowning in the ocean of coffee. The rich taste of coffee penetrated me but in a negative sense. That is, if you did taste it, you would wish you never tried it.

The workers in the cafe kept on looking and grinning on us. In my perception, I thought they were teasing us that we ordered their premium coffee not knowing the real savor of it. And i felt really disappointed for that.

Ordering a P286 100ml mug of coffee with an execrable flavor, wasn't that stupid? Maybe that could be the reason why I'm doubting earlier if I'm gonna do so.

Anyway, it was not the right time for disappointments because we were there to enjoy.

We had the same feelings about the coffee except Kuya Jude. He said he had read a magazine before featuring the most expensive coffee in the world. He thought it might be the Civet Coffee- the handpicked beans from the poop of civet cats. These picky cats, since they only eat those sweet berries, were native to us and their beans are said to be exported to US and other foreign countries resulting to a higher price that could surely menace your pockets and wallets.

THE CIVET CAT or ALAMID (local name)

Unexpectedly, Kuya Jude noticed a tarpaulin in front of the cafe showing a cat and coffee leaves with the words --Philippine Civet Cats and U3--. He trotted to the posted tarpaulin and read it. He then came to us with an exceptional smile as if he won a million in a lotto. He said to us that what he was telling to us earlier was definitely the coffee that we were hardly devouring.

It was amazing, the feeling was great. Facing the challenge of U3 cafe is like facing the challenge of world and indeed, we made it. For me, it's an accomplishment. I mean, Americans were spending $50 (more than P2000) just to taste it and now I'm grooving with it for just P286 or P2.86 per milliliter.

After being proud of my accomplishment for the day, I felt displeased as I remembered that it's feces. The yucky thing came into my mind and I tried hard to suppress it but still it's running on my mind.

It's the best coffee. It's the most expensive coffee ever. But still it's POOP.

So i challenge you! Would you dare to drink coffee made from POOP OF A CIVET CAT ?

Or just stick on your ordinary coffee?

ABOUT THE TITLE

After the most successful Maguindanaoan blog ever, I am here again trying to reach the level of Kuya Jude's therolly.blogspot.com blog. Truly, his addiction influenced and encouraged me to work for my blog and for an English blog. And for now, THIS IS IT!
I decided to have my blog titled uniquely so I really cracked my brain thinking for a blog name which would satisfy me. For nearly 2 hours of brain torture in the WI-MAX net cafe. I came up with these unconvincing titles:

a. THE VALIANT
b. THE MAGUI PRINCE

"Haler.......," Marlon, my frank dormmate, said. "Plus one!" (the phrase that irritates me) he added. "Napaka-humble mo, as in....," scratching and tapping my back as he chuckles.

SLAVE OF THE CROWD

The reason why i chose this title is that because this is the literal meaning of my name, ABDUL JOMAR. My name came from the Arabic words abd, al, and zumar. Abd means slave (e.g. Abdullah- slave of Allah) which is contacted to al meaning "of" and zumar which means "crowd" and a surah (chapter) in the Holy Quran. I don't know how my parents came up with my name but all i know is that they don't know that it's the meaning of my name . I was sent to an Islamic School from my elementary years until 2nd year high school giving me a bit knowledge of the Arabic language.