I lay still in a room, with dark caress,

Why is it gloomy in this old school press?

Even with a lady so fair in front,

Why can I hear this hideous taunts!?

My mind is drifting; my thoughts seems fading

Yet now it’s back, for a joke has risen!

Everyone laughed and could not believe,

What a joke it was, aye, we were all deceived!

Perhaps that action was just in order,

For most of our heads were along our shoulders!

Now I guess we’re all back to our senses,

Thought my heart still lies, lacking in presence!

A shout soon follows, a laugh then comes,

Our discussion is alive yet still so numb!

A reporter now enters as the little girl leaves,

Should I just keep listening or should I try to breathe?

Seriously, stop hating.

It’s kind of weird that people are actually feeding that certain person who started the UST Hate Post with attention. What’s weirder is the fact that the haters’ opinions won’t even change the girl’s perspective about the school. You can’t please everyone. And believe it or not, that’s the world’s problem to deal with, or rather, the world is dealing with the same problem. Yeah, it’s cool that you see the camaraderie in the heart of the Thomasian Community but give it a break people. It’s just yet another story where no one wins and time is yet again wasted. 

People shouldn’t lower themselves to her level. I must admit that I, an alumni of the Thomasian community, was also hurt by her words, judging of course that she didn’t provide any reasonable contradictions and points for doing what she did. I felt what you all felt as well, since I am no longer studying in UST, it hurt me so, that she neglected UST as a premiere school in her eyes, or rather, she even downgraded it to a somewhat ludicrous level. Nonetheless, I did not let her ranting and her harmful words deceive me. I had thoughts of making a counter-attack but then I thought “What would this do me?”

So guys, let’s all deal with this matter maturely. Let’s let the girl rant about her masochistic mindset in life and her heartless pleas. That’s what the little girl wants anyway. Feeding her with attention only makes her happier, and wastes your time in the process. 

Peace & Love y’all.

Over the course of a hard-fought life I’ve had (or so it seems), there is this one thing that I never wanted to always have. It starts with R and ends with Y and is above this post. And if you’re awesome enough (/wink), I doubt it doesn’t even take you 5 seconds to find that word! For those un-awesome people though, don’t worry you’ll be awesome too (well soon. LOL). Anyway, enough of the lame jokes, I’ll get to the chase and talk about responsibility which is a bad topic for Christmas yet becomes a good one (I think?) when you hear my views and story about it. 

I’m irresponsible. (What a bad start for a paragraph) It doesn’t look like it, in reallife nor in the internet world but quite frankly I am. I’m not a big fan of responsibility, I’m not a big fan of the perks of being responsibility and for God-Heaven’s sake I HATE THE PRESSURE OF BEING A HEAVY TASK. I had to caps-lock that line ‘cause I just really wanted to get that line out of my head. Anyway, responsibility for me is like carrying some kind of burden with probably a bit of reward in most cases. The rewards are often an added grade to your card, an added buck or two in your wallet and the occasional free slap in the face but the point is, the rewards are useful but having the responsibility of some heavy occasion, a whole class and maintaining reputation, those are hard stuff to do especially if you’re not used to the pressure and the burden to follow orders immediately and/or by force. Besides, I actually think that responsibility is a talent! 

How’d I say that?

Just recently, I’ve been tasked to collect funds for a group of people (my mates in my community service crap to be particular) for our soon-to-happen Christmas Party with a few out-of-school kids  and I must say, given that opportunity and recognition at first was an okay feeling at first but the enthusiasm for being the collector of the funds started to deteriorate when problems arise. Imagine getting called up to the office everyday for the next two days to be able to give a report as to who had already paid and who hasn’t! It’s truly a pain in the behind! I can’t even believe how people who are given a big responsibility ever begin to cope with such stress as to how to please the people around them (especially their bosses, or advisers for the matter.) ‘cause I’ve tried being responsible guys, and for me, it sucks. Maybe it really is a talent? Or maybe I just truly suck at it, OR maybe it’s just the holidays that’s why I’m a baby Snorlax! (Okay, enough random stuff)

Anyway, wishin’ y’all a happy holidays! Share yo blessings!

In my 16 years in life, I’ve realized a lot of things, a lot of virtues, a lot of mistakes and most of all, a lot of regrets yet there is one thing that never really thwarted my mind until my only sister got to my Alma Mater. I maybe exaggerating but I really can’t help getting this feeling that I’m usually left out on acknowledgments whatever the hell I do? Is it really because I’m in the middle of 3 children? Or is it because, I’m the only one who they don’t seem to see? But wait, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want all the attention, I just want them to not treat me as someone who’s invisible.

There are a lot of sayings with regards to being a sort black sheep when being the middle child; a few of these include the “Middle Child Syndrome”, in which the middle child is the black sheep in the whole family (while the other two being perfectly sane and reasonable), the “Middle Child Being Left-out” in most cases in life then having different problems coping up in the long run and the “Bad Future with Middle Children” which is way self explanatory. Those few statements are implying that if you’re a middle child, you will fall whatever the hell you do. Perhaps, it depends in the of parents way of handling children of course, but when in the middle, there’s this feeling of getting a curse y’know and it’s not a good thing. Believe me, I’m a middle child (well you probably noticed that) and it’s hard to be among two people that constantly get attention. Anyway, have you ever wondered why a few, if not most (if not all) of the middle children have those kinds of problems stated above? Well, to give a bit of an insight, I’ll give you a glimpse of what happens in my life.

Ever since I was in Nursery, I’ve tried my very best to honor my parents in such a way that I don’t give a damn about me anymore, what’s for them, I give them. My sister and brother? I don’t really know. I’m not hating on my bro and sis, believe me, I love those guys but it’s just that, I think I’ve been giving way more effort in making them proud and stuff and yet they rarely notice my efforts. It’s like I have to gain a Cum Laude (it’s not impossible but damn is it hard!) before I totally get them to notice me! Another thing, my bro is a soon-to-be-engineer, a dream my father always wanted to achieve but couldn’t due to unforeseen circumstances and what the hell am I? A psychologist! A job that doesn’t have a clear future yet! (I’m sulking on Accountancy now but I’ll get to that soon) And now I’m guessing, the curse is true, that curse wherein I’m the black sheep and the 1st son/daughter will inherit the fortune & responsibility while the 3rd son/daughter will inherit the love & care…

Life in the middle is hard and as you can imagine, I go through a lot everyday to cope through all this but I guess once you’re used to it, being taken for granted won’t really get in your head. Sometimes, it won’t even affect you and all you’ll see yourself doing is living the dream of your parents without regret that you might have to maintain whatever reputation you have with them. Life in the middle is hard but it opens you to the fact that being neutral won’t get you nowhere, you have to prove yourself and be someone to be able to make it out alive.

It’s only been a couple of months since I last entered my Alma Mater, USTHS, but I don’t really get why I keep missing it every single time I look at the ceiling and think what the hell I really did with my life… What did I do with my life? Did I live it to the fullest in 16 years? Or did I just throw away all the “okay” chances and tried to risk perfecting every imaginable circumstance possible? Though it may seem as though the former is what I did due to some of my successes and triumphs, in actuality, (and because I can’t think of another word to make this sentence work…) “I fucked up my life.”

It isn’t actually that negative (well, it is.) because these past months, I’ve been able to cherish every moment I’ve had with my friends in High School. I’ve been able to grasp every moment I can spare just to be able to reminisce the moments that I’ve had before and of course to catch up with their lives. It turns out that most of my friends have already transcended the “adjustment period” while here I am, still hoping for some damn miracle to happen (yeah, winning the lottery is a miracle). I learned a lot about their lives including a friend of mine who goes on with life believing that BS Psychology is the course for her while she struggles with current course which is AB Communication Arts. I mean, her course isn’t that bad, perhaps she just lost the passion to pursue it and dedicated herself to the pursuit of different endeavors. In addition, she’s moved on with her love. One she held on to for a little more than four years only to find out that the person she secretly loved has already fallen in love with another. It was a sad story and I found it difficult to give her advice so I told her a piece of my story (and we’ll get to that long story soon…)

Anyway, another friend of mine recently had their real estate built in this subdivision in our country. The house was fully furnished and I was shocked to have known that yet again, a friend of mine’s looks deceived me! I just thought that this friend of mine was a simple man (and he still is) living in this world just like me with dreams of finishing his BS Architecture in the school I still hope to go into. But I was wrong for the day after we had this trip to his house; I found out that his mom was like some part-owner of some gas company. Talk about rich eh? But yet again he doesn’t speak much of it for he only jokes around and seemingly is carefree in life, possibly just wanting to be famous is what he wants to be (StainlessChamporado in Youtube, better subscribe  to that!).

My other friends, on the other hand, are also doing well for themselves and even though we’ve all gone different paths, we’re still connected and actually growing together as adults! We’re like those stories in TV that when you see, you won’t believe, but then again, we’re doing it! We’re actually growing together and believing we can be successful in the different roads that we want to pursue! Perhaps, the only difference that we have is that I still haven’t accepted my fate and they have. This High School to College transition is totally taking its toll on me and I could say I’ve had a lot of grumpy days due to “tedding” (overthinking). I guess my love for “The Royal and Pontifical University of Santo Tomas” will never change. I guess that as long as this heart pumps black, gold and white, I shall forever sing my Alma Mater’s hymn.