Teaching Building

Finally! Here are some photo evidences of the new teaching building.

Institute's logo

Three floors of Chemistry

This is the new building of the Institute of Chemistry in UP Diliman. I'm so proud of my home institute! Can't you see the pride oozing in every corner and curves of these written words? I finally took some shots last Monday after our CWTS class (an alternative to the military training in ROTC).

By the way, our institute is accepting donations of cash or kind or air conditioner or room sponsorship. Names of the sponsors and donors will be engraved on a steel plate and displayed in a glass case at the first floor lobby, where anyone and everyone can see. Our institute, its teachers and us students will be very pleased.

Sully said he loves college

Is it because those who grew up watching Monsters, Inc. are probably tertiary education students by now? Sounds like Toy Story 3, doesn't it?

Maybe. Or maybe Disney has ran out of ideas that producing sequels and film adaptions of old books and series and video games are the next big thing-- big money-making thing, that is. I find this loss of originality and creativity very depressing, especially since a big part of my childhood was all about Disney movies and shows. Before, life watching the TV was colorful, fantastic, thrilling, inspiring and, sometimes, romantic. Now, I find the thrill gone. Most, if not all, of the movies have become cliché.

And that's the Monsters University teaser. It will premiere around this time next year.

Mike as a disco ball was a nice touch-- predictable but cute. And Sully, I wish I could say the same thing about college. In my present situation, it would take a miracle for me to finish my homework and have time to fool around. Frankly, I still miss high school.

Being Yourself

Why is this song always in the radio airwaves? I'm not annoyed though, just curious.

For those who can't understand, I am very sorry that it is in Filipino.


Yes, Ituloy Mo Lang by Siakol is a Tagalog song (if you didn't bother watching the video or didn't understand the song) about how it is alright to show your true colors. Its lyrics also has a deeper and wonderful message: don't let anyone stop you from being your true self. It makes the song versatile since it is not exclusive for the queer folks. Everyone has the right to be happy and to follow his own dreams, as long as they don't negatively affect other people. The message plus the musicality of the song deserves two thumbs up from this occasional radio-listener. I hope more songs with a similar message, or better one, and tune would hit the airwaves soon.

Over the weekend

My sister and I aren't masters of the kitchen. Heck, we rarely cook, having no skills to boast of; pancakes here, instant pancit canton there, but never a decent viand. As the need arises though, we have been learning, individually, how to cook simple to special courses through experimentation. (Yes, we are women of science.)

What's left of the diningding when I left the apartment.

Last Saturday, my sister cooked diningding, a Filipino dish with lots of vegetables and bagoong (the sauce part without the shrimp or fish bits). She cooked it perfectly: not raw, not overcooked and with just the right saltiness that I like. We always try to eat healthy if we can cook it since it's very toxic here in the city.

Back to School and Some Men In Black

Already harassed on the first week of school, I am. Not a good start for a post but it will do.

Yes, after only first three days of school I feel fatigued. I feel so weary since the first night that some unwinding this weekend should be on [top of] my to-do list. And what better way to relax on a weekend than to watch a movie in a cinema?

My sister and I watched Men In Black 3 earlier tonight. Seeing Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones way older than in the last MIB made me feel older, too.

My questions on Pac-Brad

After gathering my thoughts about the Pacquiao-Bradley bout earlier today, I have constructed a few simple questions to know your thoughts about it.

A little backgrounder first. Pacquiao lost even if his performance showed otherwise: more connected punches, almost knocked down Bradley twice (or thrice?). There were three judges as per policy and after twelve rounds, Bradley won by a split decision. This means one judge gave Pacquiao a higher score than Bradley; unfortunately, two did otherwise. And the news and chicanery spread all over the media and world like wild fire.

Of course, both boxers will still get money as per their contract.

Ocean Park 2012

To make my brother's summer vacation complete, we went to Manila Ocean Park this afternoon. The Oceanarium and Jellies, Dancing Sea Fairies, are so last year. This summer, we saw sea lions, penguins and the Musical Fountain Show, among all.

To make it quick, here are a few pictures of our exciting day.

First things first: a picture at the entrance.

Yeah, well, we'll try anything here.

Photos at the airport

Here's some pictures that I took at the pre-departure area in the middle of the night.

Sleeping baby! Hihi :">

I had to take a picture of this baby. She's one of the few children in the pre-departure area. They got on the flight before ours, but it was already past midnight.

Here are the pictures I took while waiting for a frappe. How can we not be sleepy with this around us?

 Remember what I said about an almost deserted airport?

Remaining passengers for the last flight of the hour.

I took this photo a few minutes before we got on board. Whoever's left boarded the flight with us.

Night at the New Dorm

First night at the dorm.

It's a new dorm. I just checked in today. I am trying to get the feel of my new home away from home, and as of the moment, I'm Kevin from Home Alone. (Good vibes, please? Because ghost stories are keep turning up in my mind.)

Forgive the low resolution. Taken by camera-phone.

Random things I do to pass time by

A few hours of sleep does not give me the rest that I needed from a sleepless night of wait and travel. However, it does not stop me from tagging along my mother and her sister to relatives on my maternal side.

I would be posting pictures of last night's travails right now, but I can't plug in anything into this laptop. This is my cousin's after all.

While they talk and catch up with the who, what, when, where and why of their lives, I sit on a big couch, freeloading-- food, Internet, throw pillows.

At the Airport

Nobody told me that the best way to start the first day of the month is to wait patiently for a flight in a nearly deserted airport.


It turned out that it is not the best experience after all. I discovered this fact ever so slowly tonight, or rather, this morning. This was my first time to fly without sunshine. With my mother and former elementary classmate, I fight away sleep as we wait for our plane in the dead of the night. It was made even harder by our fellow passengers who are lying on benches or leaning on the shoulder of whoever was beside them, apparently on their way to dreamland.