Networking?

Brainwashing innocent souls into money hungry bastards.

Brainwashing innocent souls into money hungry bastards.

“Networking?” was the first thing came up in my mind the moment a friend of mine invited me to attend this certain seminar about a little something related to the aforementioned. I can’t really tell what it is due to a lack of a proper term for it but all I could say that heads did definitely roll. I may not be able to explain it very well but I hope you get the picture of the situation right.

So yesterday I went to Ortigas, following the directions given to me by my friend. I just came out from school for an org meeting held on a supposedly class-less day for me. I eventually found the venue, which is housed in a really tall building near St. Francis Square (Can’t name names and places right now, sorry!). Once the guards let me inside, I went to my friend’s meeting place at the 15th floor.

I really have no clue of what’s this seminar is all about except that hints about “opportunities”. It’s kind of obvious that it’s an invitation-only event since there also other people like me who got invited to people like my friend.

Then, a 20-something executive was introduced to me by my friend. He asked me of what I’ve heard about the meeting and what was my expectations about it. Feeling that he’s going to drag me to a business-themed conversation, I also shared to him of my goals/plans in the future: about setting up a business, hooking up a partnership with me friends, those kinds of stuff. I just don’t know what was going on his mind that time, but I have a feeling he may have misinterpreted my aspirations into something “more concrete”, thinking that I am as much of a business-oriented guy as he is.

Okay, the seminar started with a short video preview of what the seminar’s all about. Done ala-HSN style, it asked us if we want to earn more money given the economic situation and the recent boom of the health and wellness industry. Then a female speaker formally started the seminar with an overview of what the company is all about. She showed us about the general company profile, its vision-mission, its product line-up, its current target market (Baby Boomers), and the reason why we were here.

It was quite interesting though but what really surprised me was that of the second speaker. He introduced himself as a UP graduate, having worked in a well-known multinational company, having travelled to different countries and is now a top executive in this company, earning hundreds of thousand of pesos (exaggerated yes but quite almost there).

He stressed the types of working-class people: 1)Those who spend more time working for money but with less time for themselves, 2)Those who worked less but spends more time for themselves, 3)Those who don’t really work to earn money nor do they free time, and, 4)Those who spend as much time working to earn money as they have time for themselves.

He pointed out their reason for inviting us in the first place (but never exactly mentioning the reason why we were there). They are looking for people who want to earn a lot of money but with less working hours, or even days! Heck, this guy who possibly earns hundreds of thousands of pesos only works for a minimum of three hours for three days a week! He says the company that he’s in is going to train people, like me, to become “business-oriented educators’ with enough training to balance time managing our other commitments like our studies, side jobs, etc.

This speaker showed us a powerpoint presentation wherein it shows a pie graph of the money-earning populations for which 1 out of 100 people is classified as wealthy. From that percentage, is a pie graph showing the different groups of wealthy people. What quite disturbing though is how he made negative comments on traditional business ventures like franchising, he somehow made us feel scared by how he explained to us the bad side of the business corporate world.

The seminar ended at 5:30 but the day is far from over. My friend and his mentor asked me how I felt with regards to the seminar. Puzzling as I was that time, I somehow contradicted all the past statements that I’ve made prior to the seminar. I was all too afraid of what I’m gonna say to them knowing that even as legal as this company of theirs is, what they’re offering is a job in scamming and networking disguised as an innocent yet unnamed type of job.

Then came another mentor of my friend. Fast-forwarding details, I explained to him my qualms, and my thoughts about this “thing”. I said to him that even though I like the kind of idea that the company is doing, I worry that this MIGHT or IS a RISK not worth taking. I have to give him all the possible factors to convince him and my friend that I am not willing to take the risk. I even pointed out my parents as a factor, but he said that I could always bring them down here to show what the company is about, but knowing my own flesh-and-blood, it’s next to impossible.

I left Ortigas past 7pm from being there since 2:30 (it was supposed to be a 1 hour affair LOLz!). I got home at 8:30pm.

Even now, I still feel disturbed by the kind of job offering they were giving me. But after putting a lot of thought about it, I decided that it’s not worth taking. For me it’s dangerous, morally illegal, and very opportunistic.

They say that this is an opportunity for me to better my standard of living, but the thought of turning me into a “business-minded product educator” who’s job is not “persuading” client to buy the company’s products but merely “educating” them about it so they could be convinced on buying them anyway is an opportunity for me to become a greedy corporate monster in a corbata suit. Then my answer is NOT IN THIS LIFE TIME!

So guys, ingat lang talaga sa mga ganitong tao, lalo pa’t sa mga taong malapit sa’yo pero nakumbinsing sumali sa mga ganito klaseng modus operandi!

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The CSB Experience 2: Still Adjusting

I thought that my new schedule for the 2nd term would do me a lot of good but for the majority of the 1st week alone, I never felt this empty and voided. I don’t know why but I know that I should be happy that I have a very comfortable schedule, a 1-2 classes per day, and two days of the school week off. I thought wrong.

For the past four consecutive terms, the schedules of my classes does not permit me to enjoy breaks longer than 3 hours and my most busiest days are usually the mid-week. I’ve also grown accustomed of having classes during most of the day, as late as 8 in the evening. So it was really a big deal that I need to do something to not feel some kind of void within me.
So it was really much a surprise that the schedule that I chose for myself, became the hardest, of all the past ones I took, to adjust to. I don’t know why but I always consider myself a workaholic of sorts, used on going to school 5-6 days a week. I also got used on coming home late at night as well as coming to school either being fetched by my mom’s carpool or commute by way of the LRT. A routine I developed basing from the pattern of classes that I have then in past terms.
But this one’s different.
I have an 11:30 class each on Monday and Friday, a 2:45 classeach on Monday and Tuesday as well, 2 classes from 9 am til 4 pm every Saturday, and two days off for Wednesdays and Thursdays. I considered this a very fortunate schedule since at the very least I get to rest in mid-week. It’ll probabl take some time for me to adjust well to my new time settings but I’m hopeful I can get through this.
So far, my biggest dilemma would be those from Desprin, Colrend, and Frehand. All three of these subjects require art materials that ranges from the very small to the very large. My main concern though is the convenience of bringing one of my most basic necessities to school, a lousy sketchpad.
I know it may sound silly to you but I kinda find it awkard bringing one to school hand-carrying it. Desprin and Colrend requires a 12″by18″ sketchpad while Frehand, it’s 9″by12″. I really need to find some sort of big shoulder bag in order for me to carry my things around without any hassle. For used plates, I could always trust on my old Steidler tube-container.
Then comes the two-day break. I have a break right in the middle of week which is kinda good since I get to rest for a while. I have two days of school in between those breaks so it make me wanna think why I should be happy about it.
I think it’s my eagerness on going to school that’s making feel uncomfortable with the whole break thing. I’m used on being a very busy guy 6 days straight that it probably took a toll on my body. It now functions on a 6-day workweek plan! Seriously, I really need to loosen up. I mean, I nee to think of something to make me preoccupied but at the same time take my mind off of school even for just two freaking days!
Ha! I wanna slap myself on the face and tell to myself that I’m finally IN MMA! 
It’s now time for the hard part of being ABMMA.
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Jaime in The Block


It’s been raining since Wednesday but I’m not worried at all since I don’t have classes for yesterday and today. I took the opportunity to go to The Block to have my new pair of glasses adjusted and buy some supplies for my Colrend, Frehand and Desprin. 

My profs, Ms. Macasaet and Mr. Gascon (who may not be back as my prof in Colrend by next week) gave out a list of materials needed for my respective subjects. I’m yet to have my first day in Frehand tomorrow.
First on my list is that 12-by-18 sketchpad. Followed by a set of Sakura poster paints ranging from red to yellow to blue to green to black and to white. Steidler pencils, technical pen, rubber eraser, kneaded eraser, eraser, “loooooong” ruler, Pencil or mechanical pencil, a compass, and tip and flat brushes.
This morning, I went to The Block in SM North EDSA. It was raining so good thing I brought an umbrella with me. First stop was Executive Optical on the 3rd floor. Once there, I had my glasses adjusted, and as I write, I’m wearing them now!
While there, I saw this great photo exhibit, “Good Morning Vietnam”! It’s an exhibition of photos taken by Filipino wedding photographers in Vietnam. The exhibits good til the 13th so lucky me!
Then there was this funny scene I saw on the 2nd floor, two guys and a woman dancing as part of their promo for Fitness First. I guess, they’re doing this really embarassing stuff to ntice new prospective “victims” into joining their really expensive club. I heard a lot of nasty things about disguntled members and Fitness First. 
Then I went to the main mall which I haven’t been in quite a long time now. I feel a certain attachment to SM North since this was my most frequented mall for the first 10 years of my life. So it’s kind of like a welcome back party of sorts although it’s obvious that I have outgrown SM North EDSA. I looked forward though for its eventual transformation.
There i went to National Bookstore to buy stuff there. Unfortunately, my budget doesn;t allow me to buy all of the things written in my list so I only bought the kneaded eraser, the sketchpad, the Steidler pencils and the two brushes.
I was supposed to eat lunch at Greenwhich but I opted instead on eating at The Block’s Bibingka Cafe. Man, those treats are soooo delicious!
I went home, changed my clothes and took a nap at 3pm, only to wake up at 6. I cooked adobo for dinner and it tasted absolutely GREAT!
Tomorrow I’ll have Frehand, my first and last class for the day. Good luck for me1
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The CSB Experience 2: The Tardy, The Absentee, and The Big Dark Cloud

The 2nd term’s 1st day started and ended with a bang! Uhm, not really but I assure youthat this particular day is certified HOT!! (Both literally and figuratively)

I was able to wear my personalized T-shirt which I design myself. I don’t know though what’s the problem with me but I have this feeling that this shirt smells like “expired water” if you know what I mean. I think it’s just me since I’m not used on not putting Downy on clothes when washed. Eh that time, we ran out of Downy so I have no choice but have my clothes washed without it. Oh yeah, and I bought my own pair of Bermuda shorts.
It was so FREAKIN’ HOT outside! I was sweating and everything. Good thing that the jeepney I was in drove very fast and with zero-traffic to face. By the time I got inside a train at the LRT, the airconditioner took too long to turn itself on! It was only when we were now at 5th Avenue that the problem was finally fixed.
As the train stopped by in every station, it was clear that it’s getting a bit crowded from where i’m at. I took me sometime while in Quirino to get msyelf across countless commuters just so I could reach the door in time for my arrival in Vito Cruz.
As usual, the SDA’s lobby is jampacked with several lines waiting for the school’s elevators (Ellah, Ellah, ah ELEVATOR…). Luckily I was able to get into one just in time for my first class, DESPRIN.
The professor was later for 15 minutes past 11:30 am. She introduced herself as Mrs. Agnes Macasaet. She is in the media profession for quite a while now, having been a former DJ in both senses of the word, was involved with MEGA magazine, and has her own production company that are into organizing events and the like.
I am classmates once again with an AB-FDM student whom I’ve been her classmates for Reconse and Petwoda. A very similar face is also a classmate, Allan. The oldest probably would be Paolo Castro’s buddies at the back of the classroom.
Good thing it was the first day, so we didn’t have to bear all three grueling hours of the class just for the time being. I still have to buy my things for Desprin though. Maybe sometime this week, I would.
I ate lunch at the Caf on a table with Alex, Joey (Curly Fries=D), M—something and a friend of theirs. I also saw Paul, Yana, and Hoogie who discontinued from having his hair cut. They were with two of Paul’s friends who are coincidentally former classmates of mine in Worlite and Hartds1 respectively. They were interested as to how I got my T-shirt so I told them all about Graphiquette.
I was to have my second and last class for the day, Patdes a.k.a. Philippine Hartds hehehe. I was there 15 minutes early and so were everyone else in that particular section. Glad that I’m classmates again with Pat of Hartds1 while I’m classmates with Jacob’s buddies whom I’ve met during Mediamax’ last teambuidling in Cavite. So does a number of former classmates from Worlite and Joseriz. 
Surprisingly, I have (once again) a celebrity as a classmate. He is in the form of Alfonso Martinez, the son of well-known thespian Albert Martinez. First it was Bianca King, then Serena Dalrymple, and now him. Weird!
Unfortunately, no Partdes prof showed up for most of the class’ first hour so we took a freecut and left the classroom. I went home after that.
I got home, watched some TV (They Kiss Again and a spoof version of ‘My Super Sweet 16’ in MTV Philippines), and something else. I know it’s going to rain past 5 but I never knew it’s going to rain VERY HARD! That was until I heard the roar of thunder and saw a bolt of lightning just outside my window. I hurriedly went upstairs to take all the laundry being hanged to dry there inside and screamed “AHHH! IT’S GOING TO RAIN..AHHHHH!!!”. 
The moment  stepped myself outside our roof deck, I saw this big dark cloud covering over the sky’s horizon. As how I would describe in Tagalog, “Nagbabadyang umulan nang malakas dala ng makulimlim na ulap”. Yep, that cumulo-nimbus cloud ain’t there for nothing and it’s covering up the sky at an alarming rate!
After I had all the dry laundry placed on safe ground, i hurriedly closed the windows of my room just so water couldn’t come inside. Then again, my room’s still leaks whenever there’s a heavy downpour of rain, hay…..
And that’s how my first day went. Hope you had fun on yours! (Ang corny naman nito!)
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The CSB Experience 2: A break we call “Term Break”

I was a bit inspired to do this entry although I was originally planning on writing a day-to-day-per-post account of what went on during term break. Given my tendency to convert simple journal entries to long life stories of my experiences in life (HAha!), I decided on merely summarizing and straight forwarding all the events that occurred this term break.

It’s the exact same thing when I did a similarly entry almost a year ago (although that is to shorten some events occurred during the 1st term last year and placed them all in one blog).

Saturday, August 30: The Ortigas Adventure
(For full details, check my other entry)
-My mom wanted me to retrieve my broken Samsung F770 phone from Greenhills after she disapproved on fixing it on a repair fee valued the same as how I bought the phone in the first place.
 Since I was in Ortigas anyway (again!), I went on a walking trip and went to Jollibee Plaza, and that means walking past across San Juan, Mandaluyong and Pasig. Walked across Megamall, The Podium, St. Francis Square, the parking lot beside it, the ghostly avenues of ADB and Opal.
 I met a hustler who want to sell me a Rolex, took a short break in Ortigas Park, saw Strata Bldg (in God we trust), finally made it to Jollibee Plaza, left the plaza quickly and went back to where I started. Saya , ‘no?
Sunday, August 31: Countdown’s Over, James@18, Powerplant Mall HERE I COME!
-It was actually my idea of spending my birthday in Powerplant in the middle of old suburban Makati City. My first time actually to be there as well as being in Rockwell Center as a whole (except for the Colgate Factory which I vividly remember having going there on a field trip years ago).
  I ate in an Asian-inspired resto, listened to a mini-concert of three musicians each playing a flute, a violin, and a guitar, surprisingly saw Ate’s college friend there in Powerplant, wondered in a Apple store, bought a 9-Disc Spring Waltz DVD collection, went grocery shopping in a Rustan’s Supermarket.
We went home forgetting to buy ice cream and cake for my birthday (a must), it rained that night (Why must it always rain on the most important day of my life?), ate spaghetti, and watched Episode 1 of Spring Waltz.
I forgot, I finally get to drink my first beer legally. But I have to contend by starting it out with drinking San Mig Light for the time being.
Monday, September 1: The RT Adventure a.k.a. Aymadi-El a.k.a. Mistaken Event
(For fuller details about my trip in RT and the course card thing, check my previous posts)
-I was awake as early as 4:30, never slept again by 5. That morning, I turned the radio around 5:30 and started waiting for the big event to happen. By 6, 99.5 went back on air as “99.5 RT”. It started with Joshua intending to forget that 99.5’s not HiT nor Campus anymore but once again RT.
Around 8, I left home to get my course cards. I found out later that day that I’m officially a Dean’s Lister! How cool is that?! 
Around 1 in the afternoon, I waited a whole hour to meet up with Jeco, and spent 90% of what’s left of my cellphone just to text him but with no returning reply. We were supposed to have a business appointment with regards to some matters pertaining to business (redundant!). He answered hours later, and to make the long story short, we rearranged another meeting on Thursday.
Past 3, I went to Paragon Plaza in Mandaluyong to visit for the first time a radio station, 99.5 RT. Got to meet a lot of popular DJ’s there, mostly now-former jocks from Jam, Magic, and Campus. Met some cyberfriends from Pex in the flesh and stayed there till 7 pm. 
A lot of things happened for one whole day!
Tuesday, September 2: The Homebody, The Dog Poo, and The Mac-Filled Holiday
-I started the day by turning on the hose and washed my house’s two driveways (yes, we have two garages, one for our Revo, the other for my mom’s carpool van and our other family car, the Fortuner) so that i could clear them from the dog poo’s that accumulated from the past night. How I wish we have barangay ordinance requiring dog-owners on cleaning up the mess their dogs have caused to create mass havoc and hysteria in the neighborhood.
I spent the rest of the day trying to get used to using my Mac (Yes, it is somehow mine, or at least 50% of it since I have to share this to my mom 50% of the time). I ate spaghetti with my unemployed sister. Decided later that afternoon to lay-off from the Mac at the time being to be able to watch my fave telenovelas on TV5 and Channel 2.
Wednesday, September 3: Life is a Beautiful Waltz
-I spent most of the morning on finishing Disc 1 of my Spring Waltz DVD. I skipped some parts about the lead’s past as children (mostly the boring childhood happy scenes). I really enjoyed watching it, at least I have something to do to pass of the time. I also did laundry since it didn’t rain that day (Busy bee). I learned that Andres was killed by Isabel in “El Cuerpo Del Deseo”, Candy’s secret almost got exposed by her ex-husband in “Las Tontas No Van Cielo” and Jeanie brought her Nursing friends to her family summer trip in “They Kiss Again”.
That afternoon, I went to the gym finally after a week full of exams. At 8pm, went home, ate dinner, did some Mac-ing, watched My Girl, Iisa Pa Lamang, Dyesebel (no thanks to my Ate), Ako si Kim Samsoon (again no thanks to my Ate), and PDA. All before going to sleep.
Thursday, September 4: Enrollment and a RevisiT Well-Prepared, and Meeting The Bedan Boys Plus a Fatima Guy; A Story of Coincidences

– I went to school for my enrollment. Geez, the line in accounting is so freaking long! Got to sleep while waiting for my turn. Luckily I was awake long enough to hear my name.
Oh yeah, I submitted to Sir Dave Caballero my overdue photocopied course card from Bmat2x which I took as a summer course earlier this year. I also met up with Coco, Pax, and Sheena.
I promised Niko B. that I’m gonna take pictures of RT the moment I go there again. Met Ron/Jagger/Valentine on board. I finally took pictures, sketched a drawing of the radio booth, and met up with Lellie again! I also met some fellow listeners, 2 guys from San Beda, and the other from Fatima (Valenzuela). As the world is indeed small, one of them is a former gradeschool buddy of my best friend in Valenzuela. What a coincidence.
Rode the wrong train ride home on the MRT. I was supposed to go southbound back to EDSA but went unknowingly on a northbound train. Another coincidence when I was in the same bus going from North Avenue/Trinoma to Monumento/Caloocan with guys I met in RT, Benny of Fatima and fellow ka-Valenzuela, Ramon. The other guy already left earlier. All three of us rode the same jeepney en route to Polo. What a coincidence, AGAIN!
Forgot to mention, something came up so Jeco and I had to rearranged our supposed meeting on the following Friday. This time is for good.
I thought it was my turn to wash dishes for that night’s dinner but Jorge did all that. By the way, I fell asleep on the couch while waiting for My Girl to return after a long set of commercials. I woke up at 10:30 pm, My Girl was already over, and PDA is already half-way through its episode. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and went to sleep. Jorge was using the Mac. I woke up the following day seeing my Mac is not inside its bag.
Friday, September 5: FINALLY!

-Gladly, no more delays, no more sudden external factors, and no more scheduling conflicts. Jeco and I finally met up so that we’d be able to fully complete our business transaction. He got the t-shirts I ordered from Graphiquetee, I got the Php600.00 payment. We set the final venue in Jollibee-Bayan in Malabon. Our schedules despite having the same trimestral break week had conflicting times that prevented us to do the transaction at the soonest possible time. 
Although one of the shirts I found some anomaly, I was satisfied with it. At the very least, I could always order another, albeit one t-shirt the next time.
My dad didn’t go to work in order for him do something for his masteral’s. I went to gym again but was saddened to learn of an impending increase on their rates on the 15th. How sad.
Later that day, I also had my two newly-delivered shirts washed so that I could use them for the 1st week of the 2nd term. 
I was able to watch the finale episode of My Girl, but unfortunately failed to see the heart shaped formed by Julian and Jasmine (I got to watched it on Youtube later the next day). Albert Siochi, Fred’s cousin texted me that ex-classmate Bianca’s character, Betty in Dyesebel, finally woke up after a month-long coma earlier in the series.
Saturday, September 6: Palengke Day with a New Haircut
-Ate Jade went to her friend’s birthday party ala children’s outreach program, my dad left for school, my mom’s away for her weekly beauty facial in Binondo, and Kuya is yet to leave for Mapua. I was tasked with Jorge to buy things in the market, ALONE! Good thing Ate wrote a list of things we are to buy: 3 kilos of chicken, 6 kilos of alumahid, 3 pieces of milkfishes/bangus (1 for pangdaing, the other 2 for pangsinigang). And vegetables. 
We ate lugaw after and later had my hair cut in my usual barbershop. I was surprised to see that they disassembled the glass doors and windows along with the airconditioner which used to keep the place cool. They did that because of their employer’s financial constraints.
One thing I didn’t like while I was there is that the barber who’s cutting my hair was in the middle of smoking from his cigarette. It’s not that I despise smokers or anything but I dislike him for his lack of good work etiquette. It was really uncomfortable on my part as a client but I couldn’t say anything since that’d be rude of me to just do that. Fortunately, he had his cigarette placed on some shelf but the smoke coming out is still getting to my nose.
I just realized that he had my bangs cut too short.
Later that night, I wrote a poem called “One August Morning” which is largely inspired by an experience I had during National Heroes’ Day Holiday, August 26, Monday morning.
Before going to bed, I read “Posh and Becks”
Sunday, September 7: A Break We Call “Term Break”

-Except for the usual attendance of Sunday Mass and going to South Supermarket to get some groceries, we went to The Block to eat lunch. We also went to its Executive Optical branch in order to get myself a new pair of glasses. I guess it’s not time for me to have my own pair of hard contacts just yet. My new frames will be ready though by Tuesday. I also bought my own pair of Bermuda shorts, hahaha!
We ate dinner, I watched the second-to-the-last episode of 7th Heaven, and Ghost Whisperer, and prayed the rosary. And as of this writing (11:40pm), I’m typing my new entry for the J-Blog Files and having it reposted on Facebook. Just before I go to bed, I’m also planning to continue reading “Posh and Becks” by Andrew Morton. 
Hay! After an hour and 45 minutes of writing this piece (11:45 pm), I now close this off with a very interesting video i want to share with you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCou_PLZ8m8

(Finally got this uploaded despite low connection speed at 12:38 am!)



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The CSB Experience 2: “CSB ka rin pala…”

I met this guy at the gym this afternoon (although we already knew each other since I started going there 3 years ago) and he was telling me that I barely work out anymore. I replied that I simply don’t have the time to do so given my then-hectic schedule in college.

He asked from what school I am from, and I answered “Sa CSB po…”
“CSB?”
“Opo…”
“Ah….Anong course mo doon?”
“Ano po, Multimedia Arts…” (If I say ‘MMA’, he might mistaken it as an acronym for ‘Mixed Martial Arts’ hahaha!)
“…Talaga? Doon din ako grumaduate…Id 94 ako, natapos noong 97”
“Ah talaga po?..Anong course niyo po” (What’s up with me and the “po’s”?)
“C.A. (BSBA-Computer Applications)”
Then he started asking me about some certain people who may be still in CSB, mostly from C.A. I said to him that I don’t know much about the people in CA although i did gave him a heads up on who are now the heads of the D.O. (Office of Student Behaviour/Behavior) and the LMO since he mentioned that there were female heads back in his day. I also mentioned to him that CSB PUSO no longer goes by that name.
Not sure if he’s also in the know, since he may have mistaken my course as a part of SMIT (School of Management and Information Technology) especially that the ABMMA program was started a little over 2 years after he left CSB.
I knew way back when I was starting out in the gym. I found out that he’s a taekwondo blackbelter (we had a sparring 2 years ago and I was literally knocked out by him), and an “Army reserve” or so says one of our colleagues there.
Although I’m not really the type of guy who are very sociable (It’s different if it is in school) around people much, I’m just glad that I was able to make friends in this venture of mine.
=)
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The CSB Experience 2: Aymadi-El

Hindi ako makapaniwala sa mga pangyayari kahapon. Hindi ko rin maipaliwanag kung bakit ito ay nangyayari sa’kin ngayon. Hulog ng grasya ito siguro mula sa langit kasi disi-otso anyos na ako.

EWAN!
I was pretty much surprised the moment I got my first course card for the first term. I was like “WHAT?! A FREAKIN’ ‘3.0’?!” Then it just went on…a 3.5, a 3.0, a 2.5, a 3.5, and a 3.5. Never have I expected myself to become a Dean’s Lister, especially after my first three terms in CSB. Highly unexpected!
I guess the secret for being DL is being armed with: knowledge, guts, luck, hard work, and captivating charm. 
Hay, I just hope i could keep the momentum for two more terms so I could apply for a grant, or at the very least letting me able to pre-enroll early.
Here’s my list of grades, enjoy!:
  • Cathwor DFS7 Grade=3.0
  • Joseriz DFSB Grade=3.5
  • Oralcom LLF1 Grade=3.0
  • Hartds1 DFS3 2.5 Grade=2.5
  • Philien A0E Grade=3.5
  • Petwoda GOA Grade=3.5
Add them up and i got= 3.1666667=3.17
Wohoo!
And to express my first time being a DL, here’s a song that we can all relate:
For the First Time
by Kenny Loggins
Are those your eyes

Is that your smile
I’ve been lookin’ at you forever
But I never saw you before
Are these your hands
Holdin’ mine
Now I wonder how I could have been so blind
CHORUS:
For the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first I’m seein’ who you are
I can’t believe how much I see
When you’re lookin’ back at me
Now I understand what love is…
Love is…for the first time…
Can this be real
Can this be true
Am I the person I was this morning
And are you the same you
It’s all so strange how can it be
All along this love was right in front of me
CHORUS:
For the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first I’m seein’ who you are
I can’t believe how much I see
When you’re lookin’ back at me
Now I understand what love is…
Love is…for the first time…
Such a long time ago
I had given up on findin’ this emotion…ever again
But you live with me now
Yes I’ve found you somehow
And I’ve never been so sure
CHORUS:
For the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first I’m seein’ who you are
I can’t believe how much I see
When you’re lookin’ back at me
Now I understand what love is…
Love is…for the first time…

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