[61] What goes around comes around.

For years it has always been me receiving grades from my profs. Now, I say, why can’t we do it the other way around? I sure have the right to evaluate as well right?
Here it goes.
PS. Nothing personal, kay?

Subject: Philosophy of the Human Person (Ph101)
Professor: Manny Dy, Jr
Will give him : C

I took Manny Dy because Chad said so. Just saying. Anyway, his style of teaching was kind of the traditional-spoon-feeding type, which I think is a good thing because I abhored group works and those kind of activities that involve more than two brains working together. They’re just plain messy. Sooo, going back to Manny Dy, I am giving him a C because I think he could have reached out more — and by reaching out, I mean, going out of Philosophy itself. We could have grounded the subject more on reality and not just on man being man with a body and a soul working together blah blah blah.

Of course I do understand the fact that his use of a lot of jargon is inevitable. But it was just A LOT I found myself drowning and gasping for air. And yeah, I couldn’t bring myself into befriending Philo stuff. I guess it’s just not my area. But it was a fun class. Let’s see what happens to me in Philo102.

[60] Happy 1st Birthday!

October 19, 2009 — the day I created this blog.
I don’t know what has gotten into me back then. I guess I just wanted to have something to look forward to whenever I go online (aside from Facebook, and Twitter, etc.) I didn’t know it would reach a point where this site would be a big part of my College adventure, so to say. It actually became my portal to the world of never-ending unknowns, to a world full of question marks and excalamation points.

[59] The Secret Diaries.

Guy in Green
(I forgot his name)

Seeing you again is the refreshment I badly needed,
With all these long tests and a hellish weekend.
Thanks, finally, the agony has ended.

Shame I forgot your name.
All I remember is your face, and that activity
giving us a minute of fame.
You were that guy in class
who always says “game!”
If only I could come close and ask,
“Hey, what’s your name again?”

T’was in Berch two-oh-nine
And of course it would always be class time.
One semester of giddy afternoons.
Just looking at you makes me float in the moon.

Now we sit beside each other in the library,
Two tables at the end of the aisle, it’s like destiny.
Can’t concentrate as I study Molecular Biology,
Dunno but it feels like you’re also looking at me.

Yeah maybe it’s just I, and my heart that leapt suddenly.
But what the hell, I have a good feeling about you and me.

Okay I know this is a weird poem. Saw it at the back of my Philo hand out, and dates back to 15th of July 2010. As far as I can remember, I was so kilig back then, to the point that I was able to, yes, write a poem. The rhymes are grade school, and the content, high school. Happy crush lang. Forgive the immaturity.

(*Hi Harvey*)

[58] Push the button.

Talk 1: Bulacan

The date is September 25, 2010. Late post.

I’m the kind of person who never talks much. I guess it’s because (1) I prefer to listen more, and (2) I am not really confident with myself making sense. Well it’s not that I really don’t have sense when I talk, it’s just that I’m afraid people won’t get what I mean. I was a debater in high school, yes, and I also held really high positions in my orgs back then, but the thing about “back then” is that everything that I say were almost always practiced — controlled.

But people do change. Things happen. And somehow, in one way or another, one finds himself/herself in a 360-degree turn. And yeah, it was a huge 360-degree turn for me, indeed. All because of GK.