Everyone tells me that laughter is the best medicine.

I believed and overdosed myself with it, courtesy of my new uplb friends. But it didn’t cure me at any possible way. I still had to dealt with my aching and blocked ears. I was actually given another thing to bear: my nocturnal self got revived. I had to seek for one thing to keep me sane or else, I’m gone. 

It’s almost 9pm. And I’m still out. I was desperate for wifi, the right shoulder carrying the weight of my Maximus, my new beloved..err..something. I went in at a coffee shop jumping as I read WIFI AVAILABLE posted on the clear glass. So now I am here, sitting pretty on one of the steel chairs that added coldness on my freezing butt (sorry), feigning pleasure as I sip my Café Macchiato and steering the vision of red lamps beside me. It’s a strange place. Somewhere I’ve never been before. But I’m willing to stay as long as I’m able to tell you today’s story.

I was late for my last class. I had neither the chance to hear myself panting nor the possibility of hearing through my ears. I was just eager to be at NCAS. I arrived as I expected, with a young man in the front claiming that he’s our prof for HUM1. He was strict and rational. I had to compromise with the uneasiness that comes along with my nature to rest my eyes upon whoever’s talking. My eyes almost dried out in his pride. He started along with the rules that he wants to imply in our class for the whole sem.

Self-proclaimed prof: I will give 600 points for the entire sem. It’s your responsibility to make them. I am not going to give you 0.25 even if you’re running for cum laude, summa, or whatever laude. Again, it is you who make or break your points.

Everybody’s got this serious-stricken face that comes with heavy breathing.

SPP: So, do I give uno? Well tell me, is anybody perfect here?

Nobody’s got the guts to answer. We’re all worried of what the thunder might say.

SPP: Is your silence telling me that no one’s perfect? Good. Therefore, I’m not giving anyone an uno. JOKE. Since I’m a good teacher, I’ll give everyone the chance to attain that remark. But those with 597 to 600 points are deserving of that grade.

Everybody scratched their goal to get uno at their planner. Heavy panting.

SPP: Are there any questions or clarifications?

Nobody dares to move a bit.

SPP: Since no one cares to answer, let’s all welcome your prof for Hum1!!!!

And I’m like,”WHAAATT??! YOU PSYCHO!”

Some laughed while some got infuriated. So it was just a joke? GRR. I almost lost my willingness to strive hard for that subject! Anyway, I found that subject very amusing after the real prof introduced himself.  HUM1 focuses on literature mostly on poetry and fiction. It is what I like. It is what I’ve been craving for ever since I stepped I the UP grounds. I was caught by God when I blurted out a mere prayer: Make me this teacher’s favorite, my King. And to my surprise, I was in an instant! Here it goes: during the introduce-yourself-to-everyone part, I was asked to stand up and of course introduce myself. I did very confidently. I stood up, said my name and proudly told them the course that I’m taking. Following after that is the way I expect Hum1 to be as I get through its requirements and nothings. I related photography to imagination, literature, poetry, and sense of self. Then the real prof shouted ‘GOOD!’. He told everyone how he wants everybody to speak like me during his class and that he finds my perspectives catchy and interesting, I felt good. It was just me who was praised throughout the entire class time. It was SIGH. Literature is being loved by me. J

Anyway, this is a long post already. I hope y’all enjoyed it. God bless.

25june2008

My name is: ze nocturne

I may seem: insensitive, headstrong, and always not in need
But I’m really: soft, vulnerable, and compassionate

Sometimes I feel: like just writing and escape the busy life that I have

In the morning I: pray until I get myself to snore again

I like to sleep: in nocturnal mode

Money is: something that somehow gives me happiness. NOT JOY.

One thing I wish I had is: invsibility power

One thing I have that I wish I didn’t is: so much attitude

All I need is: God

Love: must be misty and light

First best friend: deniece, for her being ‘me’ in a different form

First real date: None so far

First real kiss: I ought to save that for marriage

First self purchased album: AlterBridge, I was a 90′s alternative hottie

First funeral: my cousin Carl who’ll always be 2 years old

First pets: a dober man named, Princess

First piercing/tattoo:  my ears

First true love: what TRUE love??

First enemy: the one who wanted to have my Hello Kitty bag

First musician you remember hearing in your house: Michael Jackson
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I’m already enrolled in UPLB. So that makes me an ‘Iska’ now. It was just yesterday and I super love the hours that I spent inside the university. What made it even more is special is that…

I am part of the Elite 15 because I was reigned as one of the ‘Faces of the Day’. The Elite 15 is a group being given special treatments by UPLB. We also get the opprtunity to represent and take care of our blockmates which is one biggie for me. Competitions around Asia are also part of the goodie bag.

I have a new pet named Chiquee. Chiquee is a female Black Lab puppy, and was born on March 31, 2008. Chiquee enjoys watching cartoon films though she wishes to have a dog translation of the english language that she can’t fathom. She is also a certified food-craver because she eats too much sweets *Facebook 3D interactive pup*

My feet size got bigger! I used to choose size 8 or 9 shoes but it leaped one size larger. It is now 9-10 for me. Such a big feet FIT for the big lady. PFFT.

I’m trying to refrain from eating chicken nowadays. When I became a pesco-vegetarian, I noticed how I opted or  made bawi on protein by eating TOO MUCH chicken. And I hate the feeling of munching almost 12 pcs of chicken nuggets in one sitting.

I gained more male acquaintances from yesterday’s orientation. I admit having more connection with the other gender since I used to be closer to my dad than my mom. I also used to curse my feminity for not being allowed by my daddy to fish, to go out later than the early curfew he imposed, and to  bike as far as I want.

I skipped doing yoga for two days. And that makes me feel guity.

I am in love with picking out furniture, getting the design for curtains, and anything acquainted with interior design. PERIOD.

I am a frustrated musician. I can play guitar, a bit of keyboards, flute, little drumming, and few base. But I have never perfected a piece from any of them. Sigh. I guess I’m too impatient to try everything.

I now prefer biking around a rural place than go driving around the polluted city of mine. So there, I just gave up another dream: that of being the best driver in the whole world. I guess, there’ll be lesser go-karting for me. It makes me sad, yet it also makes me feel composed and contented.

I worry about being given the chance to go back the times I wasted and yet do the same stuff all over again.

I worry about having too much power thus make me forget how much I need my Redeemer.

I worry about procrastinating too much (as usual) and end up the same person that I had along yesterday and the days before that.

I worry about ‘me’ driving way too fast forgetting that I’m defenseless because I don’t have a license yet.

I worry about not being able to touch my loved ones anymore.

I worry about my food intake today.

I worry about worrying too much and keeping my eyes off Jesus.

William Wordsworth, the English poet, wrote, “The child is the father of the man.” Events of your childhood shape your destiny and future as an adult.

We are the product of our genes and chromosomes, our heredity, and our environment. But the question is: “Must our future be determined by our past?”

Long ago Paul wrote, “Forgetting what is behind…” (Philippians 3:13). Paul knew we would be thinking of that. “Let s fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith” (Hebrews 12:2). It’s the upward look, not the backward glance that gives us hope for tomorrow.