Posting is CMCing
CMCing is Believing.
Naniniwala ako na darating ang araw na magkakalakas ng loob akong kausapin ang aking crush na taga-CMC.
Naniniwala ako na bongzi ang avante-garde feather chaos exhibit ng Samahan.
Naniniwala ako na luluwang ang Cine Adarna para maka-upo ako sa darating na Gawad Plaridel.
Naniniwala ako sa bongzi surprise food ng Samahan sa darating na Org Piyesta.
Naniniwala ako na darating din ang araw na magkakaroon ng block picture ang K4 2005-2006.
Naniniwala ako na ga-graduate ako on time.
Believing is Happening.
I had it all planned out. Pretend sick. Tell him can't attend his class. Or at least to stop picking calling me. Temporarily. That's not much to ask. All this trouble for one reason. I have no assignment to pass.
I've been typing all night for my earlier writing class that I forgot to remember that in his class, I was the favorite. Favorite example. Favorite student to notice. Favorite student to ask the most difficult Mathematical questions related to film (If my shutter speed is one over five hundred, what is my focal lenght number?) So I decided to pretend sick.
The efforts were futile. I opted to come in his class and doodle an assignment. An assignment so lousy I want to take it back from him. I did. But he stopped me.
By the end of the day, he told me he read my reaction paper and it was very insightful. Of course, I didn't take him seriously the first time he said it. He said it thrice. Four times actually, if you count the last conversation where he said it in the beginning and the end. I'm still not convinced.
I went home early. And here, I realized that I'm actually sick. Sick in its most literal meaning.
Happening is Stopping
This semester I had the coolest and lightest line-up of subjects and professors. God knows I was the anak ng Dyos in the registration in which I finished the whole thing in less than two hours. Two hours baby. Two hours. Manual enlistment in less than 30 seconds. Pre and post advising in eight minutes.
Established?
Now in my third week, I'm getting tired. Tired. This is no rant. I'm just tired. Weird I heard so many juniors who consider the act of LOA. Escapist shit. Just last sem, I thought LOAs are for people who are jetsetters in many different ways. Read: jet flying Meryl.
Stopping is considering leaving. No escaping.
Naniniwala ako na darating ang araw na magkakalakas ng loob akong kausapin ang aking crush na taga-CMC.
Naniniwala ako na bongzi ang avante-garde feather chaos exhibit ng Samahan.
Naniniwala ako na luluwang ang Cine Adarna para maka-upo ako sa darating na Gawad Plaridel.
Naniniwala ako sa bongzi surprise food ng Samahan sa darating na Org Piyesta.
Naniniwala ako na darating din ang araw na magkakaroon ng block picture ang K4 2005-2006.
Naniniwala ako na ga-graduate ako on time.
Believing is Happening.
I had it all planned out. Pretend sick. Tell him can't attend his class. Or at least to stop picking calling me. Temporarily. That's not much to ask. All this trouble for one reason. I have no assignment to pass.
I've been typing all night for my earlier writing class that I forgot to remember that in his class, I was the favorite. Favorite example. Favorite student to notice. Favorite student to ask the most difficult Mathematical questions related to film (If my shutter speed is one over five hundred, what is my focal lenght number?) So I decided to pretend sick.
The efforts were futile. I opted to come in his class and doodle an assignment. An assignment so lousy I want to take it back from him. I did. But he stopped me.
By the end of the day, he told me he read my reaction paper and it was very insightful. Of course, I didn't take him seriously the first time he said it. He said it thrice. Four times actually, if you count the last conversation where he said it in the beginning and the end. I'm still not convinced.
I went home early. And here, I realized that I'm actually sick. Sick in its most literal meaning.
Happening is Stopping
This semester I had the coolest and lightest line-up of subjects and professors. God knows I was the anak ng Dyos in the registration in which I finished the whole thing in less than two hours. Two hours baby. Two hours. Manual enlistment in less than 30 seconds. Pre and post advising in eight minutes.
Established?
Now in my third week, I'm getting tired. Tired. This is no rant. I'm just tired. Weird I heard so many juniors who consider the act of LOA. Escapist shit. Just last sem, I thought LOAs are for people who are jetsetters in many different ways. Read: jet flying Meryl.
Stopping is considering leaving. No escaping.