Blueprints on Worksheets

I miss those nights, apparently.

There's nothing to blog about. Not the fact that I'm still confused about some stuff though I like that sense of uncertainty this brings because, well, it makes tomorrow worth waiting for Not the fact that I hate jeepneys or perhaps their drivers who don't follow traffic rules, who clog the street and stop wherever they want to, who don't give the exact change or pretend they'd forgotten about it, who drive like maniacs on the road, and especially those who say "naghahanap buhay lang" whenever confronted by an accident, a road raged person, or a traffic rules enforcer due to their behavior. Not the fact that I think almost all traffic signs and similar stuff in text(no jaywalking, no beggars, no loading unloading parking, no etc.) written in english are stupid because not everyone who is supposed to understand the sign can read, and that not everyone who is supposed to read the sign understands english. Not the fact that I still am deeply in love with traf...

Mga bagay Ang papel na may pangalan ng lalaki na nakaipit sa libro ni Ruby Ang sabog na pagse-search ng waxing stuff Ang matabang marker Ang nawawalang nagaraya Ang conectify-me na may password na pawang kasinungalingan Ang walang kamatayang Lechon Manok at Liempo Ang call center/computer shop na bukas hanggang 10pm pasado Ang asong ajit Ang mga math questions na sinagutan ng higit 5 minuto Ang parehong math questions na nasagutan ni Buduy sa text in less than 1 minute Ang stat questions ni Ham Ang video ng batang nag-dive sa sahig Isa pang video Isa pang video Ang triong humihilik Ang paggising sa umaga dahil sa malamig na aircon Ang pag-bangon halos 1 oras pagkagising Ang pagdating ng maaga para magsundo tapos di pa pala naliligo ang susunduin Ang babaeng magkukuwento pa ng kanyang pagkabata kahit nagmamadali na ang mga tao para maligo Si miss Paramore Ang batang nagexplain ng love Ang mga batang tinalo ng mas bata Si Eleanor Roosevelt Ang beep beep beep Ang kwentuhan tungkol sa napk...

Stone Everything, to me, is trivial. I fail in an exam, after a few minutes, I laugh at it. I get in a fight with a person, after a few minutes, I make a joke out of it. I lose something, I laugh about it. Then again,.. Just a few weeks ago, I’ve become victim to thieves, while I was asleep in a bus. Unfortunate for the thief, there’s nothing much for him or her to use in what he got from me; well, unless he’s also a civil engineering student. To that incident I lost a nice backpack, a set of mechanical pencils, a few important documents that weren’t really mine, an old tumbler, a nice jacket which I barely used, and a very Fluid Mechanics textbook. A few weeks ago, I was thinking that in the days to come, I would just laugh at the incident and make it trivial. But now, the loss haunts me. I really liked that book. It was really a lot of use to me. And now that I’m struggling in that which I use it for, I miss it. Not one of the generic book stores here has a decent copy that I ...

The Stone, The Drifter, The Lover and Me As of the time being, I just officially refused passing a Machine Problem on a subject which I barely understood due to the fact that I feared asking questions or clarifications about the lessons due to the fact that I fear I was the only one who would ask due to the fact that I was slow in comprehending stuff due to the fact that I was lazy to think and I fear it would prove how undeserving I was to where I was thus proving the last. Also, I just finished reading the latest chapter of my most favourite Manga, I just finished typing nearly 50% of a technical report due in 14 and ½ hours, I just realized how low I got in my most recent exam in our Transpo. Eng’g. Subject (a whoping 15%! And that was an open notes exam! Oh well, what’s new), I just realized how the semester is about to end and how I almost am failing in everything except, well, nothing. I’m near in concluding how messed up this week is, this semester is, and that, maybe I’d ...

I can’t remember when I started doing this. I can’t even tell why I started doing this. In a nutshell maybe, I like people knowing what I think, what I feel. I am not vocal on these things because my mouth doesn’t know how to talk. It, I think, was only meant for sarcasm, for criticism, for ridicule, for casual talk. Never for praise, for compliment, for something serious. Because, God knows, when things get serious, I escape. I shut down. But then this came; my very first blog . No, it’s not this blog, this blog . My first ever. Where most are whims of my spirited teenage years. As I start rereading, I can’t help mock my self. I don’t see myself like this today. And I can’t stop laughing at my self, laughing at my thoughts. These were thoughts from a shut mouth, words from a closed mind These words were from a time when I was crazy over a lot of things. These words were from me. But now, I can’t see myself saying these things. Times change, and it...

This happened not long ago. It was the third month of the school year, a family day, in my first year as a college student in MGCS. It was August of the year 2005. Back then we lived in a 2-level dormitory where seniors reside in separate rooms on the third floor while juniors had to stay on shared rooms on the second. I was privileged to already be a senior since I studied in the same institution during High School; hence I had my own room! Back at home, I shared my room with my younger brother and there’s nothing much I could do to make it homely the way I would so there in the dormitory, I did all I could to personalize my room. I had throw pillows, a bean bag, some cartolina, curtains, shelves, some old pictures, and some cloth running on the wall. The walls were low, and didn’t close to the high ceiling and they were made with light materials so it was easy do decorate them. Every week, I changed the setting of my room. I was free to do so! I once tied my blanket over...