License to Vent

DISCLAIMER: The following scrappy monologue is a general review lane of UP-D students’ eternal quest for that (trendy) limited edition LANYARD. This is not a protest, however, to the sales of the said product and the people behind it.

As the faceless crowds pass and converge along the AS halls, you find yourself alienated. That no matter how eager you may be, the sheer fabulous lanyard will never find its way to hang on your neck. You raise your brow and say, “So what?!” to spur your inner complacence only to notice that almost all your Speech111 classmates already have their worth of 100 bucks.

After getting dismissed in class, you bump into some friend of yours who has the same feeling of alluded desperation. You both theorize that you’re the “only” UP students WITHOUT that relatively expensive thick strap. You could’ve gone to the previous sales where wearing one could label you as a heaven-sent prophet. Scholars and religious believers could have imprinted you in history. But everything fades out: The same illusions fritter as you grope over your chest and realize that the lanyard-

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5, 6, 7, 8!!!

This is my first attempt to present a real pictoblog. Yikes, hope you’ll like it!

Yesterday, classes were supposedly suspended but thanks to our über-demanding Speech 121 class our weary and slack souls were mandated to perform in front of the alumni for this awarding thing.

Insecurity Guard

I often see myself as a tiny peck in school.

Especially in College where people around me would normally feel suicidal when they get one single mistake in a 50-item exam. “Competitiveness” as they call it sprouts out on every pavement on sight. Every hall, every corner, every… thing. But I know that there’s a limit that defines all things in this world. Why don’t the people I know give a limit to their competitiveness? Now that mischievously, competitiveness can blur friendship.

It has gone to their heads. And it must be blown sooner or later.

I know that grades matter, but ethics do matter too. Why selfishness when there’s teamwork? Why brag off your current academic, scholarly and/or extracurricular excellence when you could just lock yourself in you room and sleep? Why can’t you learn to shut the fuck up?

Ces Who?!

As I checked my WordPress stats yesterday, I was disconcerted by a revelation. You see, this hosting site came up with this innovative technology to track what people clicked in this page, what sites they referred to, to get here, what pages they visit, and so on. And to cross the record, it would also tell you about what terms people typed in to some search engine to get into my WordPress. And before you fall off your seat with such disbelief, the site rendered me this:

As anticipated, everybody’s so engrossed in the Ces Drilon (or “Drillon,” lol!) issue that they have been surfing the net for the past week to know some facts about her. And because of THIS POST, they come to visit my blog. Now it is not to boast though that the post has become partially popular based on the stats; in the post, there are a few pictures of me, and some ABS-CBN executives who once visited CMC January this year. Note: It was very windy. The horrifying fact: I had a bad hair day. And there’s this picture… the picture (with me and Ces)… which is so… embarrassing! Shit! And for that, I have been considering if I could password-protect the post just to keep people staring (and later snickering over) my bad hair.