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It’s surreal to not be rushing to buy fillers and highlighters, to not be stressing about the ridiculously deadly enrollment in UP, to know that I won’t be going to school this June. I miss UP.

I want to hug the acad oval and every tree in Sunken Garden.

I want to breathe in the pollen that has aggravated my allergy for the past four years, hence the eternal sipon.

I want to eat the best cheapest lunch at Lutong Bahay.

I want to harass freshmen who want to, like, make singit because the enlistment lines are, like, too long and, like, yayas not even allowed inside.

I want to have the most insightful conversation in a short ikot ride.

I want to smell like CASAA.

I want to feel the wind and the leaves rushing around me at the acad oval like in some low-rate music video.

I want to pump myself with caffeine just so I won’t doze off in front of the most boring prof in the world yet again.

I want to talk at the top of my lungs, the normal conversation decibel in Mass Comm.

I want to have impromptu late dinners with fellow dormers/boarders and then rush back to meet my curfew.

I want to walk in the rain with half an umbrella, trying to not be late again for class.

I want to insist on bringing my dripping umbrella inside the classroom because I don’t want to be a casualty of umbrella thieves.

I want my usual silog plus whatever viand that Mass Comm’s canteen has for breakfast.

I want to feel the rush of the org recruitment season.

Most of all, I want to be with my friends without having to schedule it weeks ahead, only for some (or me) to cancel.

Nothing compares to UP.

Maroon-blooded through and through,
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I’m sure everyone watches American Idol. It is probably the most-watched show since it caters to all ages and to all kinds of people. I wouldn’t see why people wouldn’t want to watch this show anyway. It is current, entertaining, interesting, and enjoyable. Besides the talent this show finds, I love the judges and Ryan Seacrest! For me, they add flavor to the show! I’ve been a fan since season 3, when Jasmine Trias and Camile Velasco were part of the Top 12. Since then, I’ve always looked forward to January of every year because, of course, that’s when Idol starts! Over the years, I have been a huge fan of these two Idol winners:

1.

Seriously and honestly, I don’t think anyone has ever loved Carrie as much as I have. From her very first audition till she won Season 4, I was there for her all the way! Of course, I loved her voice but more than that, I loved her personality (well, I still do). To me, she seemed so down-to-earth and friendly! I supported her like anything. When Ryan Seacrest said that she won, I jumped and screamed. After that, I couldn’t get enough of her so I downloaded all her songs and videos. I also joined Carrie Underwood forums and watched her interviews. I bought her single and her debut album as well. I was SUCH a FAN and I still am—but maybe not as obsessed as I was before, haha! I loved her! And I guess the rest of the world does too because if you didn’t know, she’s the # 1 on the list of top earning Idols.

2.

Jordin was only 16 years old when she tried out for American Idol and eventually won it. I find it so amazing that this young girl has such a wonderful talent. When she opens her mouth and sings, you wouldn’t think that she’s that young. I guess that’s one of the things that made her win. I didn’t love her as much as I loved Carrie but I still do love her and her voice! Besides that, I find her songs great, too. “One Step At A Time” is one of my favorites! To add to that, she has such an amazing personality! She’s seems really nice and sweet, especially to her fans. I follow her on Twitter and a lot of her tweets are for her fans; she tells them how grateful and thankful she is of their support.

Although there are a lot of likeable contestants on the show, these two are my favorites. I hope they continue to be successful in their career because they super deserve it! Can’t wait for the next season of Idol! Hopefully, I’ll have a new favorite.

I began to discover my passion in the arts at the early age of three. My mom would hand a pen and paper then I’d stop playing toys and will start to draw from scratch. My supportive Lola would always interpret my drawings into stories. That’s one of the reasons why I always love to draw something new. I’ve been living with crayons, papers, pencils and coloring materials, and I never knew that it’ll be forever a part of me. I would even draw at any vacant spaces in our books, notebooks, and walls! (Oops! I’m sorry!)

Here’s one of my oldest drawings:

I can still remember an incident when I was four years old. Our teacher assigned us to draw different parts of the house (door, roof, window, etc). I felt so confident with my drawing that I had felt an urge to check my classmates’ work during break time. I noticed their triangle-shaped roof and think that it would be better if I erased theirs and drew it like mine. *evil laugh*

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Zoology Lab Professor:

“Why is the sperm cell so small? Why is the egg cell so big? It’s so fun to learn about those things!”

…K

Zoology Lecture Professor:

“Oh, the frog is just your stepping stone - you can just smash it.”

(But sir, we respect life!)

“Well, you can just kill it softly.”

!?!?!

Philosophy Professor:

“Late and electronic submissions are not allowed. These will be thrown out of the building.”
“Final grades are not negotiable. No volume of tears can save you.”

Theology Professor:

“I’m not a flirt! I’m not a flirt!”

!!!!!!!

Chemistry Lecture Professor:

“I am not his assistant, nor am I the school janitor. This is not my job! I’m going to take this up to his department.”

(Erases the blackboard the previous teacher left behind.)

… ok?

There you go—a quick entry about my first three days in my university. Yes, college girl! J But before I attend to my homeworks, let me share to you some of my favorite images from PostSecret.

I know right, these are so high school! Hahaha, kidding.

Aura

For the past year, I haven’t had much contact with my best friends from high school, even the one who also went to my college. I always had an excuse for not hanging out with them—I had a date, I had a family thing, I had a test, I had this and that.

Recently, when I was undergoing a bad time, I blogged about my experience—this was to avoid upsetting and unnecessary questioning. Sadly, it was through this blog and through the gossip grapevine, where my friends found out. My friend replied to my blog almost immediately suggesting that we talk later that day. Soon, our other friend texted saying that she was coming all the way from Taft. By the time night came, the four of us were reunited again. I haven’t seen most of them since February because I’d been too wrapped up around my own little world.

During my good times, I failed to be with them. I was happy. But they were still there during the bad. In fact, I kind of feel bad because every time I would get a hint of sadness, I’d quickly text them and we would go out, have dinner, or watch a movie. I’d also constantly rag them with my fluctuating emotions. It’s not just the four of them. Nearly all my friends came to my aid when I needed them most, armed with advice, distraction, and love. My family, whom I’ve poured all my moodiness and grouchiness, helped me rise again.

If there is one good thing that came out of this, I realized who my true friends are. I realized who say they care and who actually care. I gave too much and when I had nothing left, my friends gave me something.