Random Post #1

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"You don't notice something unbelievably awesome someone else is doing for you because you're busy doing something equally unbelievably awesome for someone else. Vicious cycle, huh. Only, it's not a cycle. One person will eventually break the chain of misery."

As I was typing those words on Facebook, I said "Hey, new post!" And here it is. Random Post #1.

We learn there's practically a cycle for everything: water, air, poverty, life, etc. A cycle is basically round. Haha.

Okay... To cut all that crap, final words na agad. Look back. Hindi naman araw-araw may stiff neck tayo. Appreciate what other people do for you and learn not to just focus all your energies on one thing or person. Be the one to break the cycle.


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Why I Stay On Campus After Hours

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It could be the atmosphere. Or the people. Or just plain laziness. I just don't seem to want to go home. It doesn't feels right when I'm on a Marisol-Pampang jeep with the sun still in the sky. Even on a Wednesday, I still find a reason to go there though we don't have classes. I just... like it. No, love it.


You know how they say the school's our second home? That's exactly what I feel when I'm there. Despite the stress and frustration studies can cause, being in school with friends takes the edge off. Some people may agree with me that they like going to school but they dread schoolwork. Sleeping, eating, playing, texting, goofing around... things students look forward to as they enter the classroom. It's also a great place to ask for advice from people we've come to know and accept as our friends.

Theoretically, wanting to stay in school or someplace else indicates problems at home. That's something I wouldn't want to admit. I may be delinquent at least but I wouldn't trade home for anything.

I often tell my classmates that I stay for reconnaissance purposes or for the Angelus. The first one is never true (though generally staying after hours means higher probability of spotting targets); the second is rarely true. I wouldn't regard myself as someone who takes those kinds of things seriously; I'm not at that level yet.

I stay until it's dark because that's always been kind of my ideal set-up, even in high school. It's just... different. Quieter, darker, and a great place to mull things over. A bit of self-reflection is always good, and I find that the campus at night is awesome for those emo moments. Not that I'm emo. It's normal... Right?

Try it sometime. Whether your campus is larger than Vatican City or smaller than SM, you'll see it differently if you stay just a wee bit longer.

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What happened today:
>Loads of classic "Ano nga ba?" moments in Chem Lab today. :))
>We got told off by Engr. Sanchez while we were waiting for our next class in the room she was in. Why? We were trying to see if people on the ground floor would look up at us in the 5th floor if we called them "Pogi" or "Cute". Tsk tsk. Strike one. (Sorry Ma'am and BS PT 2-A!)
>Everyone's still wondering what would be a good attention-getter or intro speech. Thank God for my previous obsession with stalking.

NP: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

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Slacks Off

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College is about doing what you don't want to do for the sake of achieving it.
-Jose Mari Dychioco

I wasn't always a slacker. 10 years ago, I would have made any grade-conscious dork proud. As changes went, however, I changed for the worse. Where people see stress and pressure, I see another speed bump on the way to Facebook. A year of freedom in Quezon City did nothing to trigger a sense of responsibility in me, something all of us would agree as essential for survival in higher education.

As a consequence (or relief, whichever way you choose), that university chucked me out. Now, I'm taking up Medical Technology back here in Pampanga. I remember saying back in high school that I wouldn't want to be studying near home; fate had other plans. Whether or not I'm stuck here to actually learn to do what I'm supposed to, I have no idea.

People who know when to say when strike me as cool [I really should think of a better word]. That's something I just don't have. To do well and actually achieve grades that look good, one must know when to click 'Logout', especially if he has 15 things to do with five due the next day.

Hypocritical as it may seem, slackers ought to find some meaning in their "cuppy cake" lives. Five semesters of Gen Ed subjects taught me that no minor should be taken for granted lest it turns on you and eats you whole ::cough::. One can not expect to become an Uno-producing mamaw overnight. That's what freshman year is for: collecting tools to cope with all the toxicity in the looming future. It's the year we hone our memory, paraphrasing, and sweet-talking skills. Bleargh.

There are some things we just hate doing. Reflection papers, research, random TWA's... No one can avoid them, though. Don't do them, and it's "see you next sem". Harvesting, straight flushes, tank cleaning, and robbing banks can wait.

For bonking our heads 'til they're as flat as pancakes, I thank the profs I "love" so much. They may give us countless sleepless nights, but it's all for our future [it better be XD]. We may complain now, but when the majors come, oh, how we'll yearn for GE's.

Oh, crap.. I need to do some things. I see light at the end of the tunnel. 85, here I come!

P.S. Accreditation week, wish us luck!

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NP: Foo Fighters - Best of You

Incoherent, much?

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