Bottled ※ Brain

Dear Classmate, When it was your turn to speak for the extemporaneous speech in class, I listened very attentively. As soon as you mentioned the word "religion" with such sarcasm and hate; I gripped the armchair, and deep inside, I was hoping that you weren't an atheist. While listening to you, I had to bow my head, cover my eyes, and pray. You told us that, as a child, you didn't grow up knowing God nor practicing religion--you didn't even know if you had one. Your parents, you said, were of different backgrounds: your mother was Catholic, your father was Buddhist. You went on to say that you were "lost in the light;" your family never attended Church services; you never prayed together. Perhaps, you never even talked about God. In my heart of hearts, I felt compassion for you. It is never religion that saves us, after all. It is Christ. And so, I felt the need to share to you the Gospel message, that which has radically changed my life, that sweet, ol

Woke up at 4:45. In the morning . Took a freezing bath. Donned my red shirt. Packed my malong . Ran all the way to Quezon Hall. Saw people with banners and props and regional costumes. Thought: "This must be it. The Araling Pilipino 12 Challenge: Suroy-suroy, Vochong, at Lalolalorar." Approached my groupmates . Practiced the cheer. Sugod, sugod SOCCSKARGEN Dili ta magpapildi Program started. Marched to the Arboretum . Yes, from the UP Oblation to U-Ave to Philcoa , then finally, to Arboretum ! Chanted. Set-up the Challenge Stations . Hungry. The challenges : wika, panitikan, at kultura. Interesting highlights: the challenge food , the message relay (lines from the T'boli epic Tudbulul ), the literal blind map . Rained hard. Wet all over. Still hungry. Ate lunch at FC. Received dole outs from Regions 2 and 5. Sarap ng food! We were challenged. Ate raw shrimp (CARAGA). Swallowed durian . Solved puzzles. Ran. Walked. Sighed. Almost collapsed. Finally, awards night . Th

A normal person who’s had a terrifyingly long and arduous day would—normally—throw himself on his bed and completely black out of reality as soon as he gets home. But I guess I don’t belong to that category. Here I am, writing this entry, when I should be tucked in bed already. Mind you, I have to wake up at four o’clock tomorrow morning for a major class activity, and I need all the sleep I can get. But there’s too much to tell, that if I don’t write everything down, my experiences may as well get thrown in the wastebasket of forgotten memories. I spent the whole day in class. While listening to lectures, my mind drifted to what remained to be the more exciting part of the day: the Yakal Open House. My roommates and the rest of the people in my dorm wing—except me—spent the whole night decorating the corridor. It was a shame I didn’t get to help them. I was stuck with Campbell, the oh-so-wonderful Biology book that’s sometimes more effective at lulling me to sleep than the average sl

It started with a joke really, but the moment Wegs began planning at the back of her mind how things were to proceed, everything was sealed. With her spearheading all the planning, the MBB '09 Block Movie Marathon finally came to pass. I think everyone somehow needed the break; the previous week had left us all breathless, our shoulders heavy with academic load, our neurons distraught with lab reports and what-nots. Juanchi was kind enough to host us for the night. We ate dinner at Bento Box, proceeded to his house which was nearby, and watched the musical, Rent, whose melodies still ring into my ears--it must be the proverbial Last Song Syndrome. Do they have medication for that? We also watched Crash, a terrifyingly, shockingly good movie, on racism, justice, and, yes, readers, world peace. In the morning, we packed our things, and rushed to McDonald's for breakfast. Out of the blue, we decided to do something creative. Here's our version of "See no evil, hear no evi

Two days ago I was confronted with a question that dug deep into my heart: do I study to glorify myself or to glorify God? My Comm 3 instructor was rattling off instructions and guidelines for the impromptu and extemporaneous speeches, while my mind was far away, looking beyond and inside me, all at the same time. We had been asked to submit a topic for the extemporaneous speech during the previous meeting, and I actually had the entire weekend left to myself to think about it. And I did. The instruction was that we’d talk about ourselves—anything and everything under the sun, really, as long as it was about us, and as along as we could keep it interesting. I had many options: I could speak about the central dogma of molecular biology and how it applies to university students like us, I could talk on blogging and the joys I derive from it, I could even talk about literature and how effective it is at lulling most people to sleep. But Tuesday came and I still hadn’t finalized anything.

"Please don't talk about that. I'm melting," I tell a friend. To drive home my point, I say, "No, I am subliming." "Don't do that. I want you solid on Monday."

I'd really want to hear your thoughts on this: I n UP, would you rather wear slippers or shoes, and why? This is the topic of our Comm3 Panel Discussion. It'd be a great help to know what you think. Special thanks goes to Wegs and Carlo for exposing their footwear to public scrutiny.