Buhay ng Bio student

Ang buhay ng bio student? hmmm...

Siguro, para sa akin lang,

mahirap,..

katulad ko bumagsak na, hindi talaga madali.

parang feeling mo lagi kang inii-stretch sa limit mo. hanggang feeling mo, isa kang rubber band na dating elastic, naging plastic na kahihila. parang pagkatapos mong ma outrun yung sarili mo, kailangan mong tumayo ulit at i-outrun ulit yung record mo. goodness! nakakapagod.

Minsan nga, napapaisip ako kung sapat na ba na compensation na nalalaman ko, how things work around me. Why do flowers bloom, or how does a fish breathe?
sapat na ba na kabayaran sa ilang araw ng pagpupuyat yung malaman mo ang difference ng embolism, thrombism, at atherosclerosis?

hindi siguro.... pero para sakin, sapat na YATA yung intrinsic worth na naiibigay nung mga kaalaman na yun.


Masaya.

Masaya, pag nakikita mo na nagtitilian sila sa paghawak ng palaka;

pag nagjojoke kayong magkakaklase tungkol sa bio, at feeling ninyo kayo lang ang nakakaintindi nung joke ninyo;

Masaya,

pag malungkot ka tapos icocomfort ka ng mga Blockmates mong mag malala pa ang problema kaysa sayo;

pag umulan, tapos naririnig mong tumutunog ang vocal sacs ng mga male frogs na naghahanap ng mate;

pagdumaan ka sa tindahaan ng mangga at sinabi mong pakitanggal nga po ng pericarp;

pag nanood ka ng concert at sinabi mong, "nasa pith nga si Lady gaga at ako ay nasa may cork cambium na."

marami pa akong pwedeng ilagay kaso, over naman na sa haba.

What I want to say is...

Masaya, Masaya talaga.

Random unedited thoughts

Hmmm... okay. This is not so much of the best day in my life.

I woke up, (Same old boring me =]) feeling dizzy, and sick. So, I decided against going to class, because, it's laboratory and I would not be so much of a help to my Lab partner.

I promised to make a better student out of me, yet I failed again. hmmmp.

I know it is not suppose to be my fault, but I guess, in college, we are expected to go, even if it rains or snow. It is not as strict as how it was in High School, but we know it all the same.
*stands up, looks up the sky and laughs out loud*

Atashii Gambaru~!!!

Enough of the bitterness and allow me to post some happy things that happened to me this past few days. and some insights if it's okay.

~ I thought Mr. Hallare will give me a Zero for my Bio Lec exam, because of my pure stupidity. I actually brought the exam questionnaire with me and it's a fair ground for giving me a 0 or a failing mark.

but He Didn't. so I would like to thank, Mr. AV Hallare, for the chance.
and also, God. Lord, I am so much thankful. You never fail to answer my prayers. I love you.

It is really easy to appreciate things when it happens when you least expect it to. I really thought it was the end of me so I was so much happy when I really did get by.... YAY!

A poem Again*

Eto ay tula na naman..
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Try

Words are lost, or the words lost you?
It ne'er leaves the pen, writers do
The feeling lingers, and your fingers
knew you missed it too
Yet, where are you?

Has the curse been lifted? Is it gone?
Sheets of paper, Words, it has none
The ugly traffic made terrific
by the poems you've done
Yet, Where did you run?

You know the path, you know the place
The world, the game, how it amazes
Where distort is comfort
and lines are solace
Yet, Where are those days?

Shall I blame the pen, Shall I? Shall I?
Shall you kiss the world of words goodbye?
I hope not, I hope that
Someday, again, you'll soar, you'll fly
So, Again, I'll ask, Where? Why?

A poem

Farewell

Before I leave, I ask of you
.......To keep the flowers, the stars
.......The twinkle in your eyes
.......To let go, yet hold on
.......To move without moving on

Before I leave, I ask of you
.......To look up, to dream, to believe
.......Sometimes, It doesn't hurt to be naive
.......Walk past me, yet stay behind
.......So I could leave without leaving you behind

Before I leave, I ask of you
.......To continue to try, to aspire
.......For with your dreams, you inspire
.......To cry and cheer up
.......Tear up, without tearing up

Before I leave, I ask of you
.......To sing a song, Dance to a tune
.......To stay with me, laugh until noon
.......For me to keep something before breaking down
.......For me to fall, without falling down

But alas! I'll go, and could not tell you these,
I am but the air, passing by, Notice!
My stay is a bubble, so short a bliss,
I cry, I go, I leave, Miserably- abyss!

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haha... Hmmm... this is what you do when you are alone, with nothing to do. while everyone seems to enjoy their vacation...

hmmmm....

For You*

I know it's not like me, posting things like this;
But yeah... I'm posting it... hahaha...
This is my first non-emo post. Yay!

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For you*

I know you're hurting still,
I know, it really hurts to feel,
But to feel is to accept what's real,
Oblivion can't close a wound, can't heal

Please stop remembering-forget
Stop pitying thyself-regret
The limit you, yourself, have set
leave it here, move away, escape

She's happy now and you?
You're sad, you cry, you do
Still caught in the web, mem'ry sew
You smile, yet your pain, I knew

If you need someone, I'm here
If you need help, I'm near
No matter where I am, your pleas, I'll hear
Forget the past, hold my hand, do not fear

I do not ask for anything at all,
not a glance, not a look, not your heart on a wall
only, for you to heal, move on, be free to fall
My dear, if in that, you need help, I'm here, just call

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hahaha... okay, ang noob ko. don't laugh please!
Hmmmm... okay let me cross-out what I said that this is not emo.
hahaha... well, I don't know what to say anymore

P.S. I am so proud of you, my laptop.. you tried to and worked again for the last time (hopefully not).

A voice

I know, I should not blog because, I cannot maintain an account. (I update this blog yearly?) But really, I would like to blog. I would like to be heard.

A blog is a voice.

I know why I made a blog in the first place. It was envy. I envy people who are heard, listened to (I would want to be a singer, if only I do not have this crooked voice. XD)

I envy those people who string words to form sentences; those who sew sentences into paragraphs; those who use those paragraphs to state what they want to say. I do not have the best pen. I do not even have the best command of the language. Simply speaking, I am not the best.

As I always say, I am ordinary. How ordinary could I get? Average?... No, less than average.

I wonder if somebody reads this blog at all. I know, it is plain stupidity to post a blog that is not read, but like a dying person, crying, shouting for help in an isolated forest, loud and desperate; knowing that there is only a slim chance of being heard, they gamble, anything for life!

I'll take the chance. I'll write. I'll shout desperately. A blog is a voice and THIS BLOG IS MY VOICE. I shall not wither.

I want to speak and I shall wait for the time, that time, when somebody will listen... Till that time....

living the UP dream

living the UP dream....

the last time i made a blog was, i think, i am still a fourth year student, waiting for my UPCAT result.

now? i am the same old boring me... with the new life i'm forced to live... the new scene, i'm force to see, i am now a certified "Iskolar ng Bayan".

i know, i sound proud but not really. in fact the moment i was at the steps of rizal hall, i felt least among the "Iskolars".

i used to be, as Sir Sedricke Lapuz said, a big fish in a small pond, now, i feel like the smallest fish in a huge ocean.

reality hit me, you can never always be the best for there will always be someone greater than you.

first day, I asked my blockmates what school are they from. Manila Science Highschool, PhiSci, La Salle, UST... i felt very small, i feel ashamed. Am i really an UPCAT qualifier? or I am in a dream? but as i am typing this blog, i think, i am still living in a dream.... a UP dream....

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

-desiderata