30 November, 2010

Join the Maroon Parade

We can shout all we want. Nobody seems to be listening.

Things are starting to get crazy in school, and the students obviously don't like it.


What happens when all the student bodies and organizations in the university decide altogether not to like something? Something huge. A massive student protest. A rally. A demonstration. Yes. Now, what's the issue? 


The budget for our university is going to get cut by the government. My university is a state university, not to mention that it's one of the national universities, with a good reputation when it comes to producing some of the greatest people in the fields of both science and the arts. We're being subsidized in a way that us students have to pay only one-fourth of what we should be paying every term-- that's why we like calling ourselves scholars. The bitter truth is, however, that we still spend an incredible amount of money every semester that we have to be insane to call ourselves scholars. Last term, I paid 20000 bucks. This term, I paid 25K. I don't know what's up with this government subsidy thing and our delusional scholarships. It's crazier than the Harry Potter mania and the long lines it's been producing in the cinemas. I guess there's only one thing a Hogwarts student could actually say about this.


Riddikulus!


So I kinda decided to skip my History class to support the student movement in our university. I gotta love them students! There were all those students with their posters and their placards and their shoutings... They were like warriors out there. They were fighting for their rights. It looked really cool, and the more the students, the bigger the statement we make, so I thought of joining in.


The program was short, and the president of the Student Council, I think, was the one talking to everyone. After the talks and the shouts, the huge group of students began to move. I shuffled along.


So these students were walking for a long time already and I realized that I shouldn't even be there. I didn't even know where the hell they were taking their protests to. I couldn't find anyone I know so I just told one person, "We're going away from the University Avenue. Are we leaving the campus?" He looked at me like my question's annoying or maybe he thought I was a lost kid. I was feeling kind of like a lost kid, anyway. 


He said, "Yes. We're going to the Senate."


He's gotta be kidding me.


"Are we, really?" I was not really loving the weather that day, and the Senate... I don't even know where that is. I just know it's several thousand miles away.


"Mhm."


"And we're gonna walk?" I wasn't really liking the idea anymore. I know that protests are done in the streets by people that are walking carrying their posters and their megaphones. I know that being on our feet was necessary to prove that we're that focused and determined, but it's getting really ridiculous.  


"Oh, of course we're not," he said.


Oh, yeah. It's going to be a caravan! A motorcade! 


"We're gonna march."


Damnit. Instead of marching along, I went marching back to the building of my next class. Damn, I really don't like that guy AND I hate it when someone does that. So he wanted to show he's clever? Guess what, he just proved he's such a jackass. I did not want to waste some of my precious time and well-earned energy for lunacy. I mean, I respect them and I really respect the protests. I'm as against to the budget cut as they are, but... give me a break. I mean, I just turned seventeen, and I have a class. 


This budget cut is driving everyone crazy.


I really don't get it. It doesn't make any sense! Why would the government want to cut our budget? Some of our laboratories exploded last semester, and it wasn't any student's fault, and we actually don't have the most impressive kinds of equipment and facilities. You can even like, un-paint the walls of one of our buildings because the paint is already coming off. Some iron rings would fall on the floor in the lab and shatter. Have we not been performing well? What, did we steal the president's doughnuts or something?


Hmm... I hope the government reconsiders this. The students were successful in their protest. They made it to the news. The guy was lying because I saw in the news that they didn't go to the Senate; they just filled one of the major roads in the city. I still wouldn't want to march all the way there. It's too far... and, uhm, I just turned seventeen. Come on, what else do I have to be happy for? =]


College is driving me crazy, and I'm becoming really busy. I was away from this blog for like, one week. I hope I can get my sync back.






kudos to the brave student protesters.
oliver.

22 November, 2010

One Teen Older

Chlorine is seventeen!



Hi everyone, I just turned seventeen!


No, not today. I just turned seventeen, but not on this day. It's not my birthday today; it already passed.


Okay, so let's pretend that you actually care about me and you want to know how I celebrated my birthday: last Sunday, which is yesterday, my family just went out. We went to an Italian restaurant and ate a lot of food. I have never in my life been that full. We ordered two kinds of pasta dishes, one huge pizza, and a sausage calzone. My auntie was with us, too, because I love her (we all love her). We really had a fun time and... of course I ate a lot! I had huge servings of everything, and even my coke was up-sized! Karaoke. We sang: that was what we did next. That's my favorite thing to do so I really enjoyed big-time.


This post is getting boring.


Solution: I am going to make this a Top Ten post for the month of November. It may still be a bit boring, but hey, here's my list of Top Ten Things I Want for My Birthday (or for Christmas, whatever):



10. Ice cream - who doesn't love ice cream? What's your favorite flavor? Mine is cookies and cream, and chocolate chip cookie dough.



9. One year supply of peanut butter and coke - ah, okay. You all know how much I love peanut butter. I don't get why some people don't like it.


8. External hard drive - I just need something that can hold more than 700 gigabytes. Really.


7. Survivor t-shirt - I was planning on buying a Survivor "Team Villain" t-shirt online, but when I got to the site, it said that the design I would like to buy was no longer available. Sucks. I know that the t-shirt was designed for the previous season, but I really want that Villain t-shirt and I realized how much I want that t-shirt just recently.


6. Hats - I want to have a small collection of hats. Well, not really a collection: just a set of hats that I have for me to wear. I like to have hats because it can be worn on a regular day to school, and it can be used in parties, hat parties, for instance, and costume parties... whatever. I want a hat. A cowboy hat! A bowler hat!


5. Book - I want a new book. Hmm... I want some Stephen King books just so I can have a few additions to my King collection. Suggest a good book, please. And I want an Iliad book, because I need it for my World Literature class.


4. Survivor DVDs - oh yeah, I am a huge Survivor fan, and I really want to have a couple of Survivor DVDs! I specifically want the following seasons: Borneo, Australia, All-stars, Palau, Cook Islands, China, Micronesia, and Heroes vs Villains! Some of them are available on iTunes, but I want solid copies.


3. Blog followers - ha. I want more followers. I'm 19 people away from the one hundred mark. I really want to reach the hundred before the year ends! I have forced enough (six) of my friends to follow, and I doubt if I can get the rest of my friends to follow because I know they're not gonna do it without me giving them a Dilly bar or a soft-serve. And I'm usually broke, and more oftentimes selfish, so...


2. A new piercing - okay, I already had my ear pierced when I was sixteen a couple of months ago, but it's just one ear. I'm gonna stick to having only my right ear pierced, and I plan on having it on the cartilage. Ah, I want to do it this week!


1. Happiness - I want to be happy, what's the matter? =]


Okay, so I hope I didn't bore you. I gotta go now and enjoy being a teenager.


Oops.


Oh my God, I have lots of things to do. I have not much time to enjoy, I guess. College obviously wants me dead, or sick.






kudos to teenagers.
oliver.

17 November, 2010

The All-Students

It's real.


I am busy. I may not be that busy right now, but I know I will become busy really soon... and I hate it. Okay, so now you may be thinking that this is one of those, "Oh, he's just gonna talk about what he's up to and how bad he feels about school -- how boring." Guess what? It is. [about it but it's not boring] If you have any problems with that... hmm, let me think about it first. (If I tell you to get out of my blog, you may think of being gone forever, I mean you may think of quitting Overville. So, that would be bullcrap for me to say that.) I think that if you have any problems with this my-life-at-uni post, you need to go get a candy bar before continuing on reading. Chocolate is good: it gives you serotonin and will make you happy as you read this. Now that's much better!


I'm not just going to talk about myself anyway. I'm going to talk about students.


High school, many people think, is about having fun and discovering oneself. I agree. It would be more difficult though to enjoy much of the youthful life, as they would say, if you studied in a science-specialized high school (like I did) and was put to test on every day of your school life: being tested by the academics, the social aspects of being a teen, and your family's pressure on you having to do well. There's so much pressure on students. It's crazy. I'm not saying that being a science student wouldn't make you enjoy high school. It's all a matter of balance and self-discipline anyway, like in many cases in all walks of life.


I'm talking about this based on my experience.


I had fun on my first year in high school, didn't mind what was up. I messed up on my second year, didn't really do much. I worked hard on my third year, realizing that the entrance exams for the universities were to come soon that I had to do exceptionally well in my studies. I had fun on my fourth year, basically enjoyed every single day of my last year in high school, knowing that I would graduate no matter what.


College is so much different. Every single thing you do in college will somehow affect the person you are going to become after finishing your studies. Every single thing you do is going to determine your worth as a student, and soon as a professional. Every single thing you do is entirely on you. It is about you already. It is no longer you needing to show good grades to your parents in your exam papers and your report cards. It is now about the life you are planning to create, and the future you are yearning to have.


Ha. These are all clich├ęs I'm saying. You probably heard this from your mom or read something like this from the campus journal already. Well, these things are true, and I'm slowly finding myself proving these points to myself day by day. I'm feeling this already. I'm in my second year, and this is it for me. I need to focus. I need to do what I should do and work hard to get this degree. This second term is going to teach me to become responsible like nothing else. My Chemistry lab starts at seven in the morning and ends at eleven thirty a.m. After lab, I have Physics and World Literature subjects until 3:30 p.m. The next day starts with a Physics lab at eight followed by a back to back Organic chemistry and Analytical chemistry lecture classes, a break of course, and Physics and History courses until five thirty p.m.


It's tough. That's why I had a week off blogging.


Every student in this world is busy -- that I'm sure of. I need your support, guys. Keep tuning in to my blog, I promise that the next few posts aren't going to be this subdued. I want to make you guys happy!


And why not support a friend right here? That's a link to the Kickstarter page, a support website for promising projects, of his Junior thesis film entitled Dream Lover! Mattson is a film student in New York and he's working on pre-production of Dream Lover. Like every student, he's working hard on his project, sometimes though I think he works on his projects so much harder than I do with my lab reports! He's really good. He's taking everything seriously, and it shows in his work. Here's another link, to the teaser of the feature film he's been busy with for quite a while now, and it's looking good! It's entitled Solomon Grundy. You gotta check it out, I'm telling you!


Cheers! Here's to all the student bloggers out there!


I wish you guys all the luck in school and all your endeavors.





 
kudos to hardworking students.
oliver.

08 November, 2010

Oliver the Bomber

I am the bomber man.


Easy there, buddy. Don’t call the police. I’m not one of those dudes who thought it was cool to bomb towers on a day marked 911. I’m not part of a secret agency conspiracy thingy. I’m a science student who hasn’t learned yet how to make nuclear bombs. Still, I can be a bomber, but Evelyn Salt is not after me. 


I wish she was. 


Here’s the thing: You know what really irritates me? Wait, a lot of things get in my nerves actually: all-tangled messed up earphones, people who smoke in front of my face, Bieber songs, crappy internet connection, lost handkerchiefs, hypocrisy, arrogance, empty peanut butter jars, grumpy waitresses and cashiers, remembering the fact that my mom made me believe for twelve years that Santa was real… on top of the mountain of my inner fury, dancing with all the demons inside my head is… 


A security guard. I find security guards annoying, and I know saying that makes me seem rather delinquent.


Security guards don’t do anything but sit, stand up, try to look intimidating, make themselves look like some kind of authority by speaking to walkie-talkies, and be annoying.


My hate for security guards started when I was in high school. I already wrote about my high school’s impressive proximity to a huge mall, right? I also mentioned that I used to carry a huge textbooks-filled backpack, right? Did I mention that we wore uniforms in high school? I used to try to go inside that mall every night after school because it’s easier to go to the terminal if I was to go through the mall compared to if I was to go around it. Before I could get inside that mall, however, I always needed to take my heavy backpack off my shoulders and place it on the mini-desk so I could open it and let the security guard check what’s inside. I’m not complaining about how big an inconvenience it is to small students who are nearly disabled by the enormous size of their bags. Being the good citizen that I like to believe I am, I learned to understand protocols.


What irritates me though is how the security guards of every mall I go to treat the uniformed students and do the job of checking their bags. Back then, whenever I’m finally able to present my bag, what the guard would do was just stick his little guard stick into my bag… and then nothing more. He wouldn’t even check what’s inside. He always let me through after poking, the inside of my bag, for barely a quarter of a second, and it always took me fifteen seconds or so to get my bag down and open it and present it. Ha.


How unbelievably awesome is that?


What if I was a bomber? What if I had an actual bomb kept at the very bottom of my bag under all of my books and notebooks? He did have a detector gadget thing but he was using the frikin stick! And all he did was poke the inside of my bag? Like, really?


In our campus, there’s one, two, up to four security guards stationed in the entrances of each building. They’ve become annoying because of their incessant habit of asking for every student’s ID before they could let them in. I understand that they do that to make sure that no bad person gets inside. It’s annoying when you’re in a hurry and your ID is in your wallet kept inside your bag, or it’s in your student binder, or it’s somewhere you don’t remember where. I now hang my ID around my neck to avoid that kind of hassle, and still I have security issues whenever I go inside every building. Why? Because they care more about your ID than the contents of your bag. Like it’s their only security measure, and the buildings ain’t got bomb detectors of some sort. 


What’s wrong with these security guards? Do they get paid for what they’re doing? There also have been reported incidents of bad people who were able to get inside restaurants and coffee shops and steal money from every person in there, in which the security guards were just standing in a corner awe-struck by the realness of the situation.


So if I actually carried a bomb in my bag to school…


Boom.


Evelyn Salt is gonna want me.






kudos to crime busters.
oliver.

03 November, 2010

Game Over

The synthesis of para-red actually looks easier here.


We all know this feeling. We get all kinds of breaks. All over the world, we have Christmas breaks, fall breaks, inter-sem breaks, and summer breaks. One to two weeks off of school or work and when it’s time to realize that it’s over, we just can’t let it sink into us just yet. It’s like, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m going back to school, I’m having such a fantastic time doing all the things I want.” It’s always like, “I can’t believe I have to go through all that stress and headaches again!” And I’m like, “Oh no, my peanut butter moments are gonna turn into evenings with my textbooks! I can’t let that happen. Screw problem sets!” When we get a taste of something good, we can never get enough, unless it’s ice cream or chocolate in which case enough is signaled by a sharp headache. Having a long break does always end up coming up short, and we can’t do anything about it.


Why can’t we do anything about it? Of course there must be something we can do. If we think the break was short, extend it. When school starts, be on break. It doesn’t mean skipping classes. It means having fun while in school.


What’s wrong with answering problem sets anyway? It’s always a fun thing to do. You get to learn something new after hours of ruthless page-turning and notes-rummaging. It’s also always fun to watch how a pen can wonderfully leave ink on paper while producing numbers and letters. Answering organic chemistry problem sets is very artful. Look how beautifully drawn those stick-figure representations of molecules are. They look like unicorns, and constellations.


And caveman drawings. If you don’t understand what I mean, try to take an organic chemistry course and be prepared for a mental torture.


It’s fun to study for an exam. That one night you spend absorbing all those information from your notes and your books while infusing caffeine into your bloodstream— it’s a glorifying experience. What makes it even better is when on the next day, having got less sleep, you become anxious and a little fidgety. And when you look at the exam paper and realize that what you studied last night was fairly useless… No it’s not a punch in the face. It doesn’t make you want to kill yourself. It makes you want to smile. It makes you want to click your tongue, chuckle a bit, and say, “Nice prank, buddy.” There’s happiness piling inside your stomach like a stodgy chocolatey pudding and it comes out as a breath of laughter. Your good ol’ buddy fate has joked on you again and you always find it funny, like a little kid with a silly riddle.


It’s not funny. It’s ridiculous, but it’s not funny.


What did one wall say to another wall?


Why am I saying all this stuff?


Well, because here it goes again. The second semester is gonna start on Tuesday, and I’m not at all excited about it. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way. It’s almost like I don’t wanna go to school anymore. The last term was just a very tough experience for me that I’m feeling like I don’t want to go through that kind of thing again, and again I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way. I’m a freakin student and the only thing I got to do is be in school, but why is the school attitude slowly drifting out of my spirit lately? I basically just threw the first semester. I didn’t put a lot of effort on every subject, skipped a couple of math classes just because my instructor was so uninspiring, worked on my orgo problem sets without caring whether what I was doing was right or wrong, and went into three calculus exams totally clueless of what the exam was about and how to answer the problems that are gonna appear on it. I was like a zombie. I was a student zombie. I was a student on the outside and a spiritless student on the inside.


What am I gonna do? I just have to suck it up. Like I’m gonna get something by complaining. I know I just need to do my best and focus on what I have to do and how I can get it done. I don’t feel like I need to work very hard. I just think that I have to at least work harder than I did last term. I need luck. That’s all I can have. I’m counting on luck. Why, that’s all I can do as I might spend the rest of my inter-sem break searching for a four-leaf clover. So just wish me luck… for the second term of my second year in college which is going to be tough.


As I have said, I’m a zombie. Breaking a leg wouldn’t be so hard for me to do, so just go and scream luck into my face.






kudos to luck-bringing happiness-inducing energies.
oliver.
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