July 3, 2008

sophomore



i've been a sophomore student for almost a month already. i could say that it ain't that easy. we have a terror profs, monster subjects, and three hours a week of sleeping/reflection time. but as expected, the first weeks aren't that tough. so we are still having a lot of good times.

surely, our block LOVES to take pictures ALL THE TIME. Hehe. We take pictures at the hardrock, field, carpark, KFC, and even at the physics lab. Easily you could spell "vain" when you're with us.



if there's one thing common between dota and basketball, it is the bonding time that the class shares during playtime. in our block, dota comes as an extra subject, and basketball as an extra-curricular activity. billiards is even climbing up the charts.

i am enjoying what's present hough a lot of obstacles come our way: unreasonable people makes calculus extra harder, a lot of homeworks shortens our sleeping time, and boring classes makes us feel asleep. but these are everything that's in the bag.

trials always come along with fun. you can go to the other side of the world and search for the best school, but you will not find a place that all that dwell are good times. challenges makes us better. you're here at school to learn but you cannot learn without striving. But you can make learning less tough and more fun. it may seem so diverse and assorted, but these make up an exciting sophomore year in UST. :)

July 2, 2008

the superficial

I was on my home when a sudden man caught my attention. He was wiping the side mirrors of the jeep and laying his palms in front of the driver, surely asking for some coins. The driver did not want to give him any, but his hands were persistent to have some. The driver gave him some after a long, hurting glare.

I could not keep my mind off that miserable thought. How many side mirrors does that man have to wipe for him to have enough money for dinner? In fact, how much is he earning out of that? Are his earnings even enough to buy himself some decent food? I could not fathom that horrible truth.

I feel sympathy towards those people. I really do. I am on my highest feeling of gratitude and honor for the Lord everytime I see them. This fact jolts my stomach, and makes me feel thankful and so blessed for what I have right now. It makes me feel happy and contented. It makes me stop wanting more. And most of the times, that fact makes me feel guilty.

  • for wanting more clothes even though my closet doesn't have enough space to hang everything.
  • for spending money on bags, even though i couldn't even use half of the bags I own.
  • for forever complaining about my dry hair to my mom, while she was cooking though not feeling well.
  • for being so maarte on stuffs I buy.
  • for not giving importance, appreciation and proper care to my things.
  • for not being able to thank my dad for everything.
I'm guilty for being a very superficial, discontented and materialistic.

The reality that not all people are blessed and well-priledged like the chosen few; the fact that what my mom has continuously been saying everytime I refuse to eat, "maraming tao ang nagugutom", is true --- these reality BITES, and it's really hurting me now.