Con-si-der

When you really want to sleep early, but your dorm won't let you because it is Friday night, what do you do?

I twist and turn in bed. Somehow, it was still relatively quiet. After a while, the talking turns to shouting, the chuckles turn to boisterous laughing and the music keeps on growing louder and louder.

I try to keep my eyes closed, my body relaxed and my mind free from curses. And the shouts, the laughter and the music just keep on going. And questions race about my mind. Isn't it night time already? Isn't it time for people like themselves to sleep? Don't they consider other people who really really really want to sleep so badly? The other people who had not sleep before midnight for several nights and the only chance she'll be having is on Friday night?

Overheard

A little boy passed by me at McDonald's and was muttering under his breath what seemed to be curses. Walking next to him was his mother. She ushered her little boy to a vacant seat.

"What's wrong, dear?" the mother asked once they were seated. He just groaned.

"Are you mad at me?" the mother asked without a hint of anger in her tone and gave him a smile. That soothing kind of smile that shows 100% maternal love.

College Life Month-sary

I am celebrating my first month as a college student in the University of the Philippines today. I am proud to say that I have learned a lot in a month’s time. Therefore, I will have a very long list of topics to study for the final exams of each subject by the end of the semester. But I won’t be dealing with the pressures of the acads right now, though I know a lot of people who will relate.

What I really want to do is to share my thoughts about the people who stay in front of the classroom and talk about anything under the sun with conviction and you just can't stop yourself from listening.

Since I am a Chem-major student, I am supposed to enjoy my Chemistry class, right? Quite frankly, I am. And that's without the bias of my major.

"Itlog Pugo"

I have always been fond of eating itlog pugo or quail eggs. Every time my mom and I chance upon a vendor, we always buy a pack. Once at home, I would effortlessly crack the eggs and pop them one by one into my mouth. Well, I often share the itlog pugo with my brother because he would be so annoying around me. The only way to stop him would be giving him a piece or two of what I’m eating.

Ever since God-knows-when, I have eaten quail eggs but have not asked if it is good for me. Or how can I make them tastier? Or where do the vendors get their supply of eggs? Or how can the mommy quails survive without their children? It never occurred to me that one day I will be looking for the answers to these questions.

When my adventure in Research began last year, I wandered mostly on topics on herbal medicines. They were the most common things in the Philippines, yet only little to no scientific proof of their power is known. In my proposal’s early stage, I have been pretty excited just thinking about what I would actually discover from these folkloric remedies.

Kolehiyala na me

The time just keeps on passing!

I have been a college student for three weeks. And I have not thought of blogging the whole time, until today. Ha!

College life has not been a breeze though. I have to brisk walk from one building to another because I only have a ten-minute grace period, lest I want to be marked tardy by attendance-paranoid teachers. Maybe you are wondering why I walk instead of riding a jeepney (UP campus is so big that we have our very own jeepneys with routes just around the campus). Well, it is a hassle to wait for one and get stuck in traffic and panic along the way. I feel better if I walk as fast as I could. At least somehow I am giving a lot of effort to attend classes.