You should know I am extremely pissed. I've devoted countless tweets in purging myself of this self-contained wrath.  Everything was on a harmonious path but you and your annoying music just had to be in the way.

For one, when people are studying (and are really serious about getting Theo concepts right), you never have the license to play your poorly-chosen song...in loudspeaker mode! At maximum volume! On a perpetual replay loop! And no, you should never sing along... while relentlessly beating on your wooden study table!

Never mind that the person next to you cannot ever concentrate on a Filipino reading unless he's in a completely silent environment. Never mind that the person behind you is nauseated by that overly popular song -- more so that he isn't a cultural conformist and likes his songs alternative-indie. Never mind that earphone usage is a fair compromise everyone else's willing to take. Never mind that in every single study time, people have reminded you (in an irking tone) that you can make History papers without everyone else hearing Rebecca Black replaying forever.

It's okay if it just happened once -- I distract and annoy people too. But when this becomes an unhealthy daily cycle, won't you ever care about the poor disposition of these people you call peers?

Because obviously you don't. Cura personalis? Compromise? Oh right. You don't bother anymore because you can't study Biology without "your" music. How about using earphones, then?

It's not just about a mere, one-time irritation anymore; it's about insensitivity, excessive individualism, and a friendship going downhill.  I haven't blogged for months and such a personal crisis necessitates a written cathartic process. Or else, I might just hate Katy Perry forever.

In response to @ibetyourlove (Karla Manuales represent!), I shall discuss the etymology of ze trademark name.

3 or 4 years ago, an org-mate of mine named his cellphone photos in a non-boring way. Instead of photo### in his Nokia N95, he named it as something I can't remember.

Hooked to the idea, I felt the urge to do the same to my then N82 camera pics. Photo + cents (from magnificent) produces photocents. That didn't sound bad.

I got introduced to blogging by my good friend whose blog domain goes by with "elliknorr." Now that's a witty way of incorporating her name with a famous soy sauce brand.

So as I was making my blogspot account, I had to think of its title. I want my name to be literally in that domain. Then came the eureka moment. Why not mix the cents from photocents with my name? Cents just sounds good.

I treat the whole idea as a masterpiece. It's one of the few creations that make me proud to be a creative Communication major. More so that majority of the people gave positive feedback to it. Sometimes, I'm nicknamed as such which can be flattering, really.

One last trivia. This blog entry shall explain to you why the following exists:

Things I want to tell straight to your face but I can't because of obvious reasons. As a disclaimer though, this will sound angst-y and emo-ish. Forgive them because I have nowhere to release it but here. Thanks for the blogging world for concealing all identities. Blind items they may be, but who cares? I want it the cryptic, cathartic way anyway.

Human 1: I'm Mr. Brightside when it comes to you. I like you and I can't stand other people liking you. You may not be aware of this but I've been meaning to talk to you about all of this.

Human 2: You're easily the pinaka-malabo person I've liked. While sometimes it can be amusing, most of the time, it can be very confusing.

Human 3: Just so you know, if I'm gonna get married (asa), you're going to be the first I'm gonna invite. Ikaw ang may pinakamaraming alam tungkol sa aking love/like life.

Human 4:  Why can't I make a harmless fat joke about you and you can make an insulting gay joke out of me? 

Human 5: Sometimes I think you take glory at the expense of someone else's demise. Methinks you're just gonna laugh at how funny I look when I'm in that coffin (while everyone else is shedding tears). (Same goes to Human 4)

Human 6: If real life is Gossip Girl, you're Serena and I'm your Blair. The jealousy sucks but you're still one of my best friends. To be fair, I've never felt obliged to better when I'm with you.

Human 7: Sometimes, the diehard Christian lifestyle is kind of pretentious.

Human 8: Although you're stuck in your bubble of conservatism, thank you for being that supportive friend of mine in whatever lifestyle I choose to live by with. I've never felt less of a human being when we're together.

Human 9: I'm sorry for being papansin these days. I'm just meaning to regain the attention I lost from you. 


I feel like a tabloid column, whattup.

I'm not the music savvy dude. My music knowledge -- and I dare say this -- is really below average. Not only do I not know how to play any instrument but I also can't detect the substandard quality of any pair of earphones. When it comes to identification of songs, I may recognize the melody but I suck in identifying lyrics and titles that I even thought "Gotta Let Go" in Dynamite of Taio's Cruz was "Galileo." The sadder part is that I'm not usually the first to recognize if a song is on its way to Billboard's first. I'm actually one of the last ones to do so.

But you know, I'm not that big of an outcast in the world where Lady Gaga's scandalous style is celebrated and listening to independent music is slowly becoming a pretentious norm. Just to be clear -- I don't hate music but I just have my own thing. Not that I'm an anti-mainstream guy, but I just go with my own flow. Not with everyone's flow but Kevin's flow. I can jump from a popular song to a not-so-popular one as long as my soul connects to that certain piece of music.
With that said, here's the collection of my all time favorite songs. This playlist was slowly made throughout the 17 years of existence. So, in no particular order, here are the songs that make Vin happy in his own world:

In my previous blog entries, I've written about the emotional burden that Big's family and friends are currently experiencing.

Click this please. If you do, then know that a.) Thank you for taking a little time in order to understand the whole situation. b.) If you know of people who can help, please refer that link to them. c.) Kuya Big needs all the prayers and help he can get.

The recent chain of events has proven itself to be the ultimate roller coaster of worst's and best's. I'm pretty sure of it's ability to be part of my 2011 emotional highlights.

Best -- the Ana Alano cup. Being a champion and the best speaker actually meant a lot to me. It was the perfect symbol of defeating one's doubts and insecurities of his ablilites. That time I knew that I love debate -and most of all - that I can actually make it.

Worst because I didn't. Unlike the first try, I felt less disappointment mainly because I know that I have what it takes, but it was just a streak of bad luck that stopped me. But this time, I know the motivation is there. The only way to go now is in. I will go there no matter what.

Another best is the Intact exposure trip. Not only that we have the best block shirt design, but more of how it felt really good to make the kids smile. As an active support of social development, I am a sucker for these types of social work especially when it can produce those genuine, sweet, innocent smiles. In a span of four hours, three games, two performance numbers, and one banana dance, I'm pretty sure the kids experienced how "special" feels. And of course, I love my block. I do, I do.

The worst of the worst -- my cousin's critical condition. At 28, he's in a coma at an ICU and currently on life support.* His condition, they say, is not looking good nor does it show signs that it will. Quoting my cousin Denise, "I'm sad not because I'm close with him but because I might never be close to him." But when the mother stops reading prayers and starts reciting her own, you'd just feel the exact pain she's experiencing as her breaking voice struggles to find the right words to save Kuya. And when the clan is all together in a hospital room, you'd just know that it's a family when everyone starts hugging each other and the tears are falling freely from our red-soaked eyes. We just have to be strong, but it's that difficult.

I think I might be exaggerating but really, I'm not okay. Physical fatigue is that bad, but mix it with the stress of emptiness, regret, guilt, rejection (by the person you love and the chance to do that activity you love doing) can be pretty tiring. With my free-falling academic grades, life is indeed difficult.

But take this -- all the aforementioned mixed with the fear that a close relative will lose his battle as he fights for his life in the hospital -- umm, stress is even an understatement. How about painful? It doesn't quite hit the spot either.

But what can a teenager do? I really don't know.

But I'm praying.

This is a seatwork for my Lit 14 class. Ma'am Oblepias asked us to compose a Shakespearean sonnet entitlted "My Love Affair with Poetry." Mine follows the prescribed rhyme scheme and number of verses, except for the iambic pentameter. Who can create the best traditional poem (with all the content, imagery, rhyme scheme, meter) in just an hour anyway? Even Shakespeare did his masterpieces in a long time.

That moment when the clock turned 12 and fireworks are up in the sky. That bright feeling of hope, gratitude, and love towering your whole being. That very big smile painted in your face after such a long time. You know the past is gone and in that exact moment, the future you've always wanted is now the present.

Christmas dinner. Lola's house.

Lola: Kevin, name the five luminous mysteries.
Kevin: *krrk krrk*
Mama: Diba the first one is the baptism...
Lola: Don't talk. Let him speak!
Kevin:  Hmmmm...
Lola: It should be automatic! You're from the Ateneo and you should know your mysteries!
Kevin's brain:

"Don't judge a Catholic by his knowledge of the rosary alone. Judge a Catholic not just based on his faith but on its application to real life. I'd rather be ignorant of the mysteries but I live my life inspiring others to be better. I don't want to be the know-it-all Christian who memorized the Bible cover to cover, yet greatly discriminates homosexuals and teenage mothers. Plastic much." 

Don't get the idea that my lola is evil or something. In fact, she's not judging me as an immoral or traitor. That statement is not for her, but for the many Christians who do not live the genuine Christian way.