I want to pat myself on the back for attempting something I’ve never done before: I tried writing a poem in my native language, which is Tagalog.
Let me emphasize the word tried because, despite being a full-blooded Filipino raised by people who speak Tagalog on a daily basis, I still can’t speak Tagalog without mixing in some English words. This made it challenging for me to write this
sorry excuse of a poem.
Warning: it’s so cringeworthy to the point where I want to smack—not pat—myself on the back hard enough to knock some sense into my brain and not post this.
Continue reading “Katahimikan”
On most days, I would cheer myself up if I’m feeling down because I know that sadness is a temporary feeling.
But sometimes, the feeling of unworthiness rushes through me like a tidal wave and my entire soul gets trapped in a bubble of misery.
Whenever this happens, I situate myself in the middle of an intersection and decide on which direction I would go: the positive road or the not-so-positive road.
Continue reading “When Sadness Hits Me”
I have been studying my degree for about three years now. In those three years, I never expected to learn so, so much about communication—I didn’t even know there was a lot to learn about it. My degree is stereotypically seen as one of the “easier” degrees in the campus and whenever I hear someone belittle it, I want to break down in the middle of the road, in front of this person.
Easy? Try learning about the seven communication traditions and the theories under these traditions while trying to maintain your sanity.
My degree is hard. It’s hard because, unlike the undying concepts of mathematics and science, the topics that we’re studying have a goal. And one of the clearest signs that we have achieved this goal is when our degree is of no use to this world anymore. It’s kind of like the college version of Nanny McPhee:
When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go.
Excluding, of course, the part where she says they don’t want her.
Continue reading “2AM Thoughts on My Degree”
Mondays are always painted as the bad guy, as that one day you want to skip every week, so I thought I’d create something that shows Monday as something that we can also look forward to.
Also, a constant warning that my poems are crap.
Continue reading “Mondays.”
My beloved university, UPLB, is currently going through shit*. Everyone is angry, and if they’re not angry, they’re probably sleeping because they had been up all night trying to get the subjects that they shouldn’t even be fighting for, to begin with.
Also, the time of the enrollment was 12AM. So spare us. You don’t know what it’s like.
There are three ways this whole fiasco can go:
1.) SAIS reverts everyone’s units back to 0. The whole nightmare starts from the beginning again. Equality within all students, yes, but we’ve already experienced how shitty the website’s server is; if we repeat the whole thing again, it’s highly likely that the server will crash, just like before. Let’s not forget about the time, money, and effort that would be wasted if this will be the path that the UP System takes. On the other hand, this will benefit the irregular students (seriously, though, this term is degrading).
Continue reading “Enrollment Frustrations”