Friday, August 24, 2007
Oops!
Hmmm..... Since I started studying in UP, I get failing marks. For the record, I got 5.0 (failed) in 4 exams. :D Wooohoooo! How exciting! It's only here in UP that I experience such failure. Wow! Hmmm.... I wonder what's happening to me.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Stealer...???
Hmmm.... what to say, what to say... Nangawat mi ug rambutan sa usa ka puno diri sa UP! :D Frankly, we did! Therese and Kim did all the theft while Hannah Gayle, Anjelik, and I just watched. There were other people who "stole" some rambutans: three girls from Anthro, Lloyd, Hannah Liza, and Henna. It was partly embarrassing and exciting! As they passed by, habal-habal drivers and their passengers watched as get some fruits. Hmmmm.... They (rambutans) are tasty, though.
Wherever you go, you see a lot of rambutans. It's so amazing! Red, ripe, sweet rambutans. Whoo! And they're quite cheap for each kilo you buy. Next week, I'm going to buy two kilos of rambutan for my sister. I'm not going to buy anything for Sam. They own a farm. :D *laughs* Just joking.
Wherever you go, you see a lot of rambutans. It's so amazing! Red, ripe, sweet rambutans. Whoo! And they're quite cheap for each kilo you buy. Next week, I'm going to buy two kilos of rambutan for my sister. I'm not going to buy anything for Sam. They own a farm. :D *laughs* Just joking.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Pressure
It has been two months now since I entered UP. I thought life here would just be the same as Ateneo. Guess I was wrong. It was way beyond Ateneo. Most of the upperclassmen in the architecture program claim that as a freshman, we wouldn't be cramming too much. Boo... they're wrong. We've already been experiencing sleepless nights, cracking our heads to finish our design plates. Most of my classmates wouldn't even take a bath or have breakfast before going to our first class.
I've never thought that I would be experiencing this kind of pressure. I may be complaining, yet who would even want to experience it? I'll be darned if someone would walk right up to me this instant, slap in the face, and say that s/he likes the pressure s/he experiences. Come to think of it, who would even want to have a professor, who claims that he is the seventh most intelligent person in the world (fifth in Asia)? How about having a professor who demands too much, expecting fresh high school graduates to think like a college student instantly? These professors may be teaching general education courses, yet who would even want to see a grade of 4.0, 5.0, INC, or DRP in their report cards? I don't. In Ateneo, I never had any failing marks in my report card. It was only here in UP that I experience such disappointment.
Sometimes, I get this feeling that architecture isn't the right course for me. Imagine that I have to give up sleeping just to finish all my plates, even if I was told by my doctor to have at least eight hours of sleep to avoid visiting him again. It's so confusing. I don't know whom, or what to follow. Sometimes, I wished I was my sister, who experiences little health problems, and doesn't really have to take multivitamins.
How does she do it? How does anyone who can cope up stress and pressure do it? I want to know.
I've never thought that I would be experiencing this kind of pressure. I may be complaining, yet who would even want to experience it? I'll be darned if someone would walk right up to me this instant, slap in the face, and say that s/he likes the pressure s/he experiences. Come to think of it, who would even want to have a professor, who claims that he is the seventh most intelligent person in the world (fifth in Asia)? How about having a professor who demands too much, expecting fresh high school graduates to think like a college student instantly? These professors may be teaching general education courses, yet who would even want to see a grade of 4.0, 5.0, INC, or DRP in their report cards? I don't. In Ateneo, I never had any failing marks in my report card. It was only here in UP that I experience such disappointment.
Sometimes, I get this feeling that architecture isn't the right course for me. Imagine that I have to give up sleeping just to finish all my plates, even if I was told by my doctor to have at least eight hours of sleep to avoid visiting him again. It's so confusing. I don't know whom, or what to follow. Sometimes, I wished I was my sister, who experiences little health problems, and doesn't really have to take multivitamins.
How does she do it? How does anyone who can cope up stress and pressure do it? I want to know.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Coping up
I've finally moved to a new dormitory. It's not as big as the EBL dormitory near the College of Humanities and Social Sciences, but the COMFORT ROOM is a whole lot CLEANER than in EBL. It's a three-storey building with seven rooms in each floor. It's a coed building. The boy's room are not separated from the girl's room. But the owner claims that the people living in that building are all decent. Well, let's see about that.
There are a disadvantages living in that dormitory, though. Most of the people at MANOA ii Apartment (It's a private dormitory 200-300 meters away from the college premises.), also known as Silva dorm since the place is owned by a lady named Mrs. Silva, are upperclassmen (I'm guessing that I'm the only freshman staying there). Most of them belong in a fraternity/sorority group. The landlady claims that most of the borders are architecture students. That's a plus for me! They might be able to give me some advices on how to survive in that course. I'm also suspecting that most of them enjoy watching pornographic videos ( I learned that from the girl next to my room), especially after learning that my roommates watch those videos. Honestly, I really don't care. I mean, you can see pirated pornographic videos on the streets, even on the internet. Let them do their own thing. Just as long as they won't force me to watch those movies, to smoke, and to drink alcohol, I won't bother them.
Hmmm.. later this afternoon, I'll be having my first long exam in Math 11 ( College Algebra ). Well...good luck na lang sa akin.
There are a disadvantages living in that dormitory, though. Most of the people at MANOA ii Apartment (It's a private dormitory 200-300 meters away from the college premises.), also known as Silva dorm since the place is owned by a lady named Mrs. Silva, are upperclassmen (I'm guessing that I'm the only freshman staying there). Most of them belong in a fraternity/sorority group. The landlady claims that most of the borders are architecture students. That's a plus for me! They might be able to give me some advices on how to survive in that course. I'm also suspecting that most of them enjoy watching pornographic videos ( I learned that from the girl next to my room), especially after learning that my roommates watch those videos. Honestly, I really don't care. I mean, you can see pirated pornographic videos on the streets, even on the internet. Let them do their own thing. Just as long as they won't force me to watch those movies, to smoke, and to drink alcohol, I won't bother them.
Hmmm.. later this afternoon, I'll be having my first long exam in Math 11 ( College Algebra ). Well...good luck na lang sa akin.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Complaints
It's been a month since I created this blog. And I still don't know or what pushed me to create this. I mean, I'm not a writer. I normally don't write. I don't usually "share" my thoughts in public. And most importantly, I don't know what to say.
I tried to post my first blog entry two weeks ago. I wasn't able to do that since the computer at home crashed. I tried to do it on my laptop. I can't connect to the phone line. I decided to try the internet services at UP Mindanao. Well, the internet connection was not as fast as pldt vibe. I can't say it's slow because it's not. Frankly, the internet connection is SLOW. I think I should consider that since there are students who use the internet everyday. Or maybe I shouldn't consider that since internet cafes in Davao serve fast internet access. Or maybe I'll just complain about the Linux programs in all their computers.
Since I got to UP, all I did was complain. Well, i think I should complain. Who would even want to live in a dormitory when ALL the comfort rooms are FILTHY? Who would even want to PEE and make poo-poo when there's NO WATER almost EVERYDAY? Who would even want to enter and groom themselves in the FLOODED comfort rooms?
True, UP offers the best education yet it offers the WORST accomodation. They say this has been a concern for years, yet why won't the administration take this seriously? Why not take action? Are they going to wait for a rally before they could do something about the filthy comfort rooms?
If someone from UP reads about this, I want to make it a point that I am NOT against the school. Let's just say that I'm against the accomodation in the dormitory. Try living two weeks in the dormitory and I say, you'll not survive there. It's difficult to live in a place that offers the worst facilities.
NB. Let me remind anyone who reads this that this is my opinion.
I tried to post my first blog entry two weeks ago. I wasn't able to do that since the computer at home crashed. I tried to do it on my laptop. I can't connect to the phone line. I decided to try the internet services at UP Mindanao. Well, the internet connection was not as fast as pldt vibe. I can't say it's slow because it's not. Frankly, the internet connection is SLOW. I think I should consider that since there are students who use the internet everyday. Or maybe I shouldn't consider that since internet cafes in Davao serve fast internet access. Or maybe I'll just complain about the Linux programs in all their computers.
Since I got to UP, all I did was complain. Well, i think I should complain. Who would even want to live in a dormitory when ALL the comfort rooms are FILTHY? Who would even want to PEE and make poo-poo when there's NO WATER almost EVERYDAY? Who would even want to enter and groom themselves in the FLOODED comfort rooms?
True, UP offers the best education yet it offers the WORST accomodation. They say this has been a concern for years, yet why won't the administration take this seriously? Why not take action? Are they going to wait for a rally before they could do something about the filthy comfort rooms?
If someone from UP reads about this, I want to make it a point that I am NOT against the school. Let's just say that I'm against the accomodation in the dormitory. Try living two weeks in the dormitory and I say, you'll not survive there. It's difficult to live in a place that offers the worst facilities.
NB. Let me remind anyone who reads this that this is my opinion.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Illusion
June 06, 2007 [09:22 am]
It’s my first day at the Elias B. Lopez Residence Hall at the University of the Philippines in Mindanao. It’s frustrating. I woke up at five, took a bath, ate breakfast, and left the house an hour and a half later. My parents accompanied me to the University campus, arriving at the residence hall around 7:00 am. I started unpacking my belongings and ended at 9. I got frustrated making the bed. It’s difficult to cover the mattress with a blanket, pin it with six safety pins (I should’ve brought eight), and cover the bed with a quilt when a ladder [going to the top bank of the double-decker bed] is blocking the way. Yet I still managed to do it without anyone’s help.
I feel so alone. I feel homesick. I miss my bed, my pillows, the television, the clean comfort room and bathroom, the kitchen… EVERYTHING! I miss every corner of my house. I feel so miserable not being able to do things here, which I can do at home. I was so enthusiastic last night to pack all my belongings and leave. Yet, here I am, fed up with isolation and misery. I feel that the term L-O-N-E-R revolves around me. My roommate, made the first move to say hi. All I did was keep silent and busied myself unpack. When she asks, that’s the only time I open my mouth. I wanted to talk first but I couldn’t. Fear took over me. She asked me in a dialect I barely understood. I answered her but I didn’t have the courage to tell her that I barely understood her language.
I don’t know why I’m frightened, or why should I be frightened. I admit that I am not used with the new surroundings. It’s not the usual thing I encounter everyday in the city. The toilet is dirty, and you need to use a dipper(in layman’s term, tabo at balde). The comfort room floor is too wet and slippery. The shower room is also dirty. The canteen is small and smelly. The only thing that is clean around here is the comfort room at the College of Humanities and Social Sciences building. Every week for five days, I have to suffer living in this remote area.
I complain not because I’m maarte, but the fact that the place is dirty it’s not safe and clean to live in it. I fear touching the doorknob and allow germs to crawl my body. Taking a bath will be useless since the shower rooms are dirty. Food at the canteen will be contaminated since the area is filthy.
My sister told me I should mingle with the people here. I can do that. The only think I can’t do is to live here with the people I’ve mingled with, considering the filthy murky icky residence hall. I think I won’t be able to survive here.
It’s my first day at the Elias B. Lopez Residence Hall at the University of the Philippines in Mindanao. It’s frustrating. I woke up at five, took a bath, ate breakfast, and left the house an hour and a half later. My parents accompanied me to the University campus, arriving at the residence hall around 7:00 am. I started unpacking my belongings and ended at 9. I got frustrated making the bed. It’s difficult to cover the mattress with a blanket, pin it with six safety pins (I should’ve brought eight), and cover the bed with a quilt when a ladder [going to the top bank of the double-decker bed] is blocking the way. Yet I still managed to do it without anyone’s help.
I feel so alone. I feel homesick. I miss my bed, my pillows, the television, the clean comfort room and bathroom, the kitchen… EVERYTHING! I miss every corner of my house. I feel so miserable not being able to do things here, which I can do at home. I was so enthusiastic last night to pack all my belongings and leave. Yet, here I am, fed up with isolation and misery. I feel that the term L-O-N-E-R revolves around me. My roommate, made the first move to say hi. All I did was keep silent and busied myself unpack. When she asks, that’s the only time I open my mouth. I wanted to talk first but I couldn’t. Fear took over me. She asked me in a dialect I barely understood. I answered her but I didn’t have the courage to tell her that I barely understood her language.
I don’t know why I’m frightened, or why should I be frightened. I admit that I am not used with the new surroundings. It’s not the usual thing I encounter everyday in the city. The toilet is dirty, and you need to use a dipper(in layman’s term, tabo at balde). The comfort room floor is too wet and slippery. The shower room is also dirty. The canteen is small and smelly. The only thing that is clean around here is the comfort room at the College of Humanities and Social Sciences building. Every week for five days, I have to suffer living in this remote area.
I complain not because I’m maarte, but the fact that the place is dirty it’s not safe and clean to live in it. I fear touching the doorknob and allow germs to crawl my body. Taking a bath will be useless since the shower rooms are dirty. Food at the canteen will be contaminated since the area is filthy.
My sister told me I should mingle with the people here. I can do that. The only think I can’t do is to live here with the people I’ve mingled with, considering the filthy murky icky residence hall. I think I won’t be able to survive here.
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