Android Desserts

This post is quite random and takes on a brighter note despite the fact that whatever pushed me to write about this was also caused by something emotionally and physically exhausting. My curious mind was sparked by yesterday’s Statistics exam. 

It was quite a stressful day being up and about by 5:30am (studying for my Statistics exam and prepping for school) and school beginning at 9am and ending at 8pm. Despite the test draining all of my energy, one of the problem questions stuck to my mind and that was one which included Google’s different Android versions and their names which my professor used as variables. I smiled as I read the names because I initially thought he made it all up and the names for me, were all very cute and funny. Continue reading “Android Desserts”

Karl Marx and Charlie Chaplin

Let me begin by saying that this post is not philosophical at all nor will I start philosophizing in this post. I do not think I am quite good at that because my grade in my Philosophy course last semester would not equal the merits of a philosopher. I don’t really know if philosophers became philosophers due to the fact that they had A grades in their studies. Now I suddenly wonder if there was at least one great philosopher who did not do too well in school but became famous because of his views on life and his ability to philosophize on that. Do I make sense?

Nonetheless, I only wish to say that what I am about to say hereafter is not philosophical at all.

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Stuck between holding on and letting go

People think it’s the holding on that makes you strong. But sometimes, it’s [actually] the letting go…

We, as human beings, always find it hard to let go of things that have a special meaning for us. During my first few weeks back in the Philippines, I was still stuck in the memories I have of Taiwan. I even cried during the first few days thinking how blessed I was to be able to go the Everything fell into place when I arrived there and I knew that it was the country that was meant for me. This is what God has meant for me.

I remember the time when I told a friend how amazing it was that we were all there during that time at that given moment of our lives. We could have been somewhere else, living our lives as strangers to each other but we weren’t. We were there, we came to know each other, and we formed memories together. That thought alone amazes me. Life is always surprising if you allow it to unfold by itself. You meet people you never expected to meet and form relationships that are worth keeping (hopefully forever.) That’s why I am so thankful for everything – for all that it took for me to finally be there. Continue reading “Stuck between holding on and letting go”

Frankly, I need rest

During my sophomore year in college (wow, the way I say it seems like it’s been so long ago when I’m simply in my junior year now.  Ha!), I painted this on my very eco-friendly bag called katsa to support the environmental organization of my school. My friend was a member so together, we designed our bags. She actually outlined the letters for me first and then I began to paint the whole bag blue except for the letters. Then I placed yellow stars which were not so bright because I painted them over the blue background. 

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Taxi Jitters

I never gave much thought about it but I realized that I still cannot ride a taxi alone. I don’t have any phobias about riding one because I do but never alone – always with family or friends. I guess it’s also because of the fact that I have been hearing so many stories about criminals posing as taxi drivers and kidnapping people especially here in my country. There is this dread within me that if I ride a taxi on my own, it would be like riding towards the possibility of kidnap or death. It might just be my overactive imagination but what if the taxi I ride will take me not to my real destination but to a warehouse of some sort or a pier and then hand me over to some other evil-looking men and transport me to another country to work as a slave? Sounds crazy, I know. The thought alone scares me.

What made me write about this now is the fact that I was going to be late for school today and I was arguing with myself whether I should take a taxi or not. In the end, I decide not to and instead take the first jeepney that stopped in front of me. I was late of course, much to my dismay. I don’t like being late, especially in class. Continue reading “Taxi Jitters”

Date a girl who reads

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow. Continue reading “Date a girl who reads”