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What constitutes a good and effective professor? If they are the ‘educators’, then the students are the ‘learners’? If so, what separates the ‘two’ from colliding with each other and defining their roles in the institution?

Is there really such a thing as an ‘incompetent’ professor? According to one of the professors’, “There’s no such thing”. He said that even if there is ‘such’ a teacher maybe because he or she has very little experience, knowledge and understanding about the subject matter. And yes, teaching techniques do matter. If a certain professor doesn’t know his or her given subject matter that much, he or she is incompetent in teaching this, for the simple reason that this is not his or her specialization. He or she is incompetent in that kind of subject but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he or she is incompetent in the whole of teaching. It all depends on the “objective capacity” of the students, as well as their colleagues, to conclude that one is “incompetent”. People differ in their understanding about things in general. That’s what separates us from others: our capacity to have our own objective thinking. But that should not make us be judgmental about a certain person or his abilities, and in this case, the teaching methods of a certain professor. It all bears down to the interests that the students (as well as their professors) cater to. Nobody can be a “jack of all trades”; lest he or she is a superhero who can do several things simultaneously. Besides, who would even brand a teacher, ‘incompetent’? The students? If so, “what is their objective capacity to evaluate”? “That’s why they [the professors] have finished their degree/s because they know what they are doing”.

In reality, we are the students; they are the professors. We go to them to learn new things, and that includes the things that are not even in the curriculum. They also serve as “professors of life”, who give us a small lectures about real life every so often. They reach for us to share their knowledge. Some students would not understand this symbiotic relationship while others do. It is not about being self-righteous on the part of this editorial or on the part of the professors, but as a student, how can you say that this certain professor is indeed :incompetent” in your standards if you yourself haven’t graduated yet in college? As a professor, how can you judge your so-called colleague that he or she is incompetent if you yourself know that people have different perspectives and different specializations?

If we would screen the professors to “pick out” the incompetent ones (like it’s a disease or something), what do we want to prove? That these “handpicked” professors are not viable to teach? How can that contend to the specialization/s that they offer? There are varying teaching methods, and as professors, they absolutely know what they are doing. We do believe that there are no incompetent professors; and we do believe that there are no incompetent students either. There is just this incompetent understanding and behavior between the two groups. Whether we admit it or not, there is this idealism that clashes between a professor and his/her students, therefore creating this kind of crumbling relationship between the two. Tolerance is one big heap of admonishing the breath of cognitive thinking. Hate and biases crumble down this tolerance, crushing the “utopia” of learning and teaching.

So, what then is a professor? If he or she is a person who professes to be an expert and has a degree in a field of study, then the reasons behind their screening and expulsions are indeed subjective and is backed up with viable cases and the students are the just the mere products of the imparted knowledge given by a teacher. Thus, no one can take away the being of a professor because it will stay with them and they will continue to spread their wisdom even at times they undergo criticisms and unruly accusations from “students”.

* Interviewees were not named because of the sensitivity of the topic. However, feel free to ask the writers about the stance of this.

* thanks to my partner for this paper, Conrad. we made it!

Tags: professors, screening, incompetence

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Journeying through memory lane, I remembered what question Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye) asked to the cab driver when he was about to go back to his New York home when he was (again) kicked-out of his school, “Where do the ducks move in the winter?”. He was referring to the ducks that he often looks at on the mini ponds at Central park. And they were debating and debating but they weren’t able to give the answer to each other. They still haven’t figured out if the ducks went into hibernation or have just moved south (or north). What greatly affected me during this time of reading and finishing J.D. Salinger’s novel, Catcher in the Rye, is that Holden and I shared something in common during that time in our lives; we were both at lost. We were both searching for that justification of where and what will happen to our lives. We were paddling our own boats into the world; we, sucking our baby teeth and whistling the lullabies that we had learned during the sleeping sessions both of us have had on the afternoons are being swamped into the realities of life. And regards to the street proverb “Being a teenager is hard”, which made me think to paddle hard. But I digress.

Then I just realized that I want to be a Catcher in the Rye, just like Holden Caulfield wanted himself to be, after several realizations, dates, and Tom Collinses. We will be two characters, one in the fiction, and one in reality, who will hang around the so-called edges of the cliffs of life where “children and teens” play around the rye fields. And then, if one of them tries and strays out to the edge, we will be the ones to catch them and lead them back to the harmonious life in the rye field, where they could scurry down and learn a thing or two about it. If this metaphor gets your neurons moving, yes my reader; I realized what my weltanschauung is. After closing down the book, along with its chapters of laughs and realizations, I realized that I am to fulfill Holden’s dream, in a way that it let me see and pursue my self-growth. Life for teenagers is like a rye field; it is full of golden sunlight if you would only look up and try not to hide under the shadows of the stalks. During my go as a teen, I was always on that rye field; freely moving, freely running and horsing around without a doubt that the world is hard, just like falling into the cliff (and into oblivion, if I may exaggerate). If not for that realization, that enlightening moment when I finished the book, I might be one of those who haven’t a single care in mind. The immature adults, as they say. The ones who have fallen into the cliff without [them] realizing it. My moment might be objective, because it happened only to me, but I would like to point out to you, my dear reader, that living in the most transient state of life (teenager life) without realizing what it is to be one, what we wanted to be, and without that eventful enlightenment will only make our maturing or fermenting to stop-short. Even a quintessence of what maturity is or even an idea will motivate us as to what it is to be human, to be living the life out of being that risky adolescent with a proboscis of a skunk.

I was lucky enough that Holden caught me; if not, I would be one of the fallen children in the cliff; forever swimming to the rocky shore, missing out the grandeur lessons of the rye field, missing out its shiny mornings and cool nights. Living a very unsatisfied adulthood, or if we go to the extremes, living like a zombie: without realizations, without an identity. In this path where we all search for ourselves, wouldn’t it be too good to just fly off somewhere where it would not be as stressful as being a teenager? I doubt it. Without passing the rye field of life, we will all go down to swim into the murky depths of the river where the cliff is silently sitting, bidding its time to lure us to jump down. I was lucky; Holden’s thoughts caught me when I was on the verge of falling and crashing down onto the rocky end of the cliff. Into the abyss of what we call “self-induced prophesies” of what we ought to be, dictated by others. I was lucky; Holden caught my arms when I was slithering away to the edge of the cliff.

Now, where do the ducks move in the winter again?

Tags: Cathcer, in, the, Rye

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My God. I have been nosing the maiden issue of the “new” and “improved” Adamson Chronicle. What can i say? Hmm..

Nice, colored pages. halatang pinagkagastusan.

I didn’t like the editorial. I mean it. It’s quite degrading, like, if they (Admin) do not want to have their names insulted on the paper (or give the students a piece of the reality around the campus), why would they write out a “pending” case?

Di ba pwedeng kasuhan yun, kahit walang mentioned name?

Whoever wrote that should have sought the sides of the two opposing teams first. So and so. Even if it is an editorial, right?

Erratum: FYI, my dear newest editors, the only ones who joined the seminar on soc sci are economics stu(pi)dents, and that didn’t include the political science stu(pi)dents.

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Alam nyo ba, nung nakita ko yung maiden issue, nalala ko yung “Kornikel”. Kasi ganun kaganda yung texture at kulay ng diyaryo e. Does that allude that the new issue is a joke? ha-ha.

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And then, I was so sorry I read the features article. OH MY GOODNESS! PBB lang ba ang pwedeng gawing entertainment review sa BUONG pilipinas? Buti ba kung may Adamsonian na kasali sa PBB edition na yan, permissible pa sigurong ilagay yun. Anu yun, wala na kayong maisulat kaya PBB na lang ang fineature nyo? Akala ko ba madaming “personalities” (e.g. mga pari) sa Adamson? Although PBB is a sensation around the Philippine mass television, hindi tabloid ang pahayagan ng Adamson. Diyaryo iyong paukol sa Adamson; Interesting ang PBB (yuck) okay, pero have we had enough of that sa daily newspapers??

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When I was trying to look for some people in the ST quad, I heard stu(pi)dents talking about the new issue (no kidding, I stopped dead on my tracks nga e). One of them said:

“Anung meron sa PBB, eh?”

“I’m not interested anymore”

“Bakit walang ugnayan?” (This i really laughed)

“Parang Adamson News na nilagay sa diyaryo.”

So and so.

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I’m not trying to be a floozy, or killing the happiness of the new ed board. But, I just want to ask, ito ba yung natutunan sa seminar sa Bagiuo? Kung hindi ko nakita yung artikel about the Adamsonian.com, hindi ako maniniwala na serious yung diyaryo eh.

At saka, look at the layout of the photos, man. Official newspaper yan, formal, at hindi picture collage.

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Hindi ko ito isinulat o inihayag dahil bitter ako. Pero kung pagbabasehan sa natutunan ko sa kakarampot na oras na naibahagi ng (original) Adamson Chronicle sa akin, I say na, may pagka-”unethical” yung issue. Isa itong feedback, I don’t just trash talk if I don’t see something I like.

Formalities, at hindi issue sa PBB. Bakit, PBB lang ba ang boses na kayang ihayag o kayang i-review ng mga Adamsonian?

Ooooh lala.

Tags: Adamson+Chronicle, Adamsonian, Adamson+University

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In this age of reason, would it be permissible to urinate in your styro coffee cup if you are in a free way and you really need to pee yet there’s not a single visible gas station or public comfort rooms within a mile’s range?
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It was said that psilocybic mushrooms (as par to incubus’ psychopsilocybin) connect us to the “overmind”, to the thoughts or ideas that give us new intelligence, new meanings to every day things, and very sophisticated understanding of the things around us. the wonderful mushroom gives us an opportunity to glimpse the real from the unreal, to grasp the unreachable, to get answers from the stars, to bridge the gaps between our consciousness to our subconsciousness.
indeed, the hallucinogenic mushroom has been abloom in the world for over five thousand years ago, back to where Egypt rules the intelligentsia of the world, where they have already acquired the perfection of mummification and the aesthetic and hygienic use of circumcision (and you thought the Jews, did it first. Ha!) and the perfection equation to build the perfect pyramidal buildings. what then? where am i heading?
well, obviously, the paganic Egyptians where the first ones to establish beliefs, knowledge, and obviously, integration. Their belief in the goddess, Isis (or Io, in Greece) and Astura (Ashtir in some), Mother Nature in her full splendor, gives us a hint into the difference that slices the cake between intelligence, advanced technology and free thinking, versus ignorance, backwardness, and dogma.
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when i say dogma, what comes into your mind, first?
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According to what i’ve read recently, the city of Babylon, where Jezebel, the repulsed queen (whore for the Bible, but we’ll get to that, actually) placed her gypsy temple (well, that’s an understatement) and her paganic festivals and rituals, as well as her “vessels of divination” (the conch shell and the magical stick are appropriate) was crudely killed in an ambush made by a certain man (i already forgot his name, is it Jonas something? enlighten me); she died, or rather killed, by being fed to the dogs. only her hands were salvaged from the reckless imprudence of the bubbling, salivating, smelly dogs of the palace. Not a worthy price to pay after continuing one’s belief in a different environment, eh?
anyway, let me just tell you that Jezebel is a Phoenician. Yep, a pure blooded, gypsy wimsy, pagan Phoenician. her beliefs, or rather, their beliefs are as that of the salutations for Astura, for Mother Nature, for the world, not the people, and for nature, not for the human’s ability to destroy it. they were, shall i say, due to my lack of vast knowledge about them, nature-worshippers. they worship the sun, most especially the moon, the trees, the lakes, rivers, seas, even rocks and butterflies.
everything that is natural, everything about nature, they hold sacred.
now, when Jezebel married king Solomon, she was transported to a place where people worship only one God, although they don’t know what or who it is. the matter of their faith is the only thing that they hold on for, which, may i remind you, may have been undoubtedly be made by any other fellow who wants to give his countrymen something to hope for, just like their Phoenician counterparts. anyway, these people, according to their own beliefs, is that no one should believe in any other God other than their God. whoever digresses from it is insinuated as a heretic, an atheist, a pagan, a non-believer. this transforms as something very objectionable; very objectionable to the elders, and clergymen (assuming that they are implementing their own dogma towards that belief? hmm..).. and Jezebel’s act of building temples and shrines to contact the divine with her Inanimate objects, as well as her colorful and often very expressive (with signs of pornography, mind you. spill the beans time) festivities, this made the drools of those against the Phoenician tradition, the paganic rituals, and made them Oh so against Jezebel that they did what they wanted to do to her.
Execute the little bitch who is trying to poison the dull minds of these poor people. She is a big contender. and she may ruin our most established reli….
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Okay, remember what i told you about the difference of intelligence, advanced technology and free thinking against ignorance, backwardness and dogma?
Exhibit A:
Intelligence and Advanced Technology vs. Ignorance and Backwardness
The Pyramids of Gyza, the temples of olmec, the stonehenge, the gangantuan statues of christmas islands and the vast library of Alexandria. the cute, little idea of making the rays of the moon to touch King Tutankhamen’s tomb in a specific time and date. the wondrous old medicinal use of herbs, dating back from five thousands years, in alabaster jars excavated under the land of the Fertile Crescent.
Aren’t these the wonderful, often mysterious, structures that early earthlings like us have made (which could have been waaaay above their time. how they’d managed, science is still wondering).
Palestinian war. The unbearable cruxifictions. Blood and holy wars. Those who were killed in the name of the Crusade. the farmers who were forcefully made to plant this and that but was never theirs. Torching of libraries (remember Nero?). Ceremonial killing of babies (and we thought that cults do that). The horned guy story that gave us the creeps, from television shows, to movies, and nightmares (which was the result of those exhibitions of power by those “higher” than us). Political merging with those high “faith” dealers, which resulted in the eradication of maternal beliefs, and paved the way to paternized belief…
these spooots, where did these came from? whose bloody hands had drawn this remorse over the world? how about the torched, ancient books, those old knowledge? Our society is now the result of the political system that was almost convenient in during those old times of “ruling” through “Divine Providence”.
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Intelligence or Ignorance? Which has the advanced technology, which was backward?
Remember that Egyptians are astronomers, they study the heavens for the divine, while some on the same side of their part of the world, has shrugged divinity of the Moon, and followed spoot-knows-who-wrote some totalitarian writings.. they may have even altered these, according to their desires.. for hunger of.. p-o-w-e-r. Okay, I am generalizing.

Exhibit B:
Free Thinking vs. Dogma
Order is what the world needs. if there is order, everybody can live serenely, everybody would be able to live peacefully without the eventual crime or crimes done to them. How harmonious..
But then again, there would be no order if there is no chaos. How would we be able to distinguish ORDER if there is NO chaos? You must simply wonder.
Rules, totalitarianism, and limits surely gave us order. Aye aye, Sir. How did this helped us? it made us become decent civilians, concerned citizens, civilized humans.
Have you ever wondered why we, at the first place, we were given these? of course, for the simple logic of eradicating evil. But how would be we able to define evil?
is it because one killed someone? On what grounds did he killed that someone? Is he that evil?
How evil is evil? is it because a certain act has been condemned to be evil by that big fat book, which is full of ambiguous metaphors?
Let’s put it in this way. Neglect made people steal, kill and be depraved, repressed. Certain dogmas made them feel inferior, as if they believed that their original sin (i didn’t even tasted that apple! wait, is this a sure fire sign that our faith and piety is because of guilt, and not because of true belief?) have already tainted them with the polka-dots of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Guilt is a very big, fat, and juicy word. are we really guilty of things that we do not even know yet? Purification is good, yes.. but purely inhibiting purification of the self, yet making everything around you into the depths of pollution (be it the conscience, the mind,or the environment) is not a good way of purification.
Dogma has made us live in a very crude little world wherein we all have to abide by the rules or else we’ll get spanked by that someone-up-there. Oh yes, it did a lot of goodness for our own. But have we ever considered, my dear lovable reader, that these dogmas could have shaped the violence that our society now has been exhibiting?
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As farming and herding is the ultimate lifestyle back then, people work and work and work, from all walks of life, from men to women, from children to ancients, and they have specific tasks in which they have to fulfill in order to make the community thriving. Those were the days were everyone vibrates the working aura; everybody gets what they worked for.
And in these times, festivals such as Saturnalia and Eostre, the winter and summer solstices, were made in favor of Mother Nature, for giving them good harvests, good crops and good herds and stocks.
the festivities are colorful, whimsical but with a bit of ritualistic silence, in order to maintain that certain height of the feast. They give out poetry and candle lightning ceremonies, food, and other good harvests that they had during the past seasons, and offer it to Mother Nature. Sure, people at those times are thankful enough to appreciate Mother Nature, Astura, Io, Isis.
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Fasting, long hours on the pillar, and collecting “indulhensiya” from the farmers and others are the rituals of Christianity. And then, a feast would be given, but not before the strenuous sermons (often to make us guiltier even if, for example, we have worked hard and prayed hard, because of our original sin). Often, the rich and the clergymen, as well as those who are in the churches, get richly cooked food and deliciously seasoned birds, while the farmers, the poor ones, may eat what they have; what they only have. And that means, whatever they have planted and harvested, as long as where they planted it is the church’s property, then it is not theirs; and whatever they have grown from it is not theirs; therefore, they can live in eternal poverty and eat gruel or what-not after the fastings and the long hours of praying.
And still, breeding thoughts of inequality would make them feel guilty because they are making such a fuss over the rights of “those hand-picked by the Divine hand” and theirs.
** JEEZ.**
Pagans lived in their belief that is so potent with the heavens, the stars and the divine that they have worked it out harmoniously until Christianity took the serene beliefs and tore apart the shrines and made them believe that there is a God out there that would punish them if they did not submit to He’s power. it could be quickly noted that its a He, meaning the God is not Mother Nautre, but something else..
something else..
So, if it is not Astura, or Mother Nature, who gave us these wonderful waters, these vast lands, these astonishing greens, then who?
What is so “so much” of this one Divine Being that He allegedly made rules for us, on how to behave and what to believe?
There is, yes, a creator, but, unfortunately, there could be creators. The world was created by SomeHand. And so is paganism. And so is Christianity.
If everything is just made, then is it permissible to believe in one’s own vision? If yes, then why is there this “guilt” thing? Is it because it was dictated upon us, since we were wee kids, that we were born sinful, and that the only way to redeem ourselves is to swim with the flow of these rules, of these limits?
And how about Mother Nature? Is she dead? Where is she? Where is our mother wherein in her womb, we all sprung out?
Was she locked up on a cabinet of sorts?
Locked up, i guess. Shall we set her free? She might die from suffocation there.
In due time, when we have the key, or as long as we have devised such an instument to be able to cut through the steel chains of paternized beliefs.

Tags: mysticism, dogma, pagan, belief, solstices

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She was there, smoking her cigarette and sipping her occasional coffee. She was writing something on a piece of paper bag and was stashing it furiously into her pocket. With eyes closed she hums the resonating thumps of her eardrums.She once tried to kill herself (in vain) with an overdose of fairytale valiums, the same one which the Evil Queen used to kill Snow White(in vain), The cure? A kiss. Snow White had her fill of kiss(es) with Prince Charming. She got her fill with an ugly, warthy toad. After the horrendous disaster, and possibly because of the failed suicide attempt, she had her hair cut short, with long weird bangs like Natalie Portman on Closer. She smeared red lipstick on her lips and black kohl around her eyes. her ever present eye bags shouted in the parallelism of red and black. She looked like an old, hungry vulture.

Time passed (per se). She still cuts her bangs in the Natalie Portman way, still wears her ugly red lipstick and black kohl. She had a boyfriend by then. Only that, she makes the relationship look happy but in reality, in her own REALITY, it’s not. Her world is full of pretensions, hiding bitter tears in the black kohl and biting back sobs with her red lipstick. Her humor soured, her caffeine intake rose into a half gallon a day and her fuel, nicotine, bolstered up, up, up. Her mood is, how can i describe it effectively? Watching her mood swings is like watching BBC stock and Forex News. Up, up, up. Down, down, down.

She was even once caught by her boyfriend stealing his office supplies. His assorted pens (from those cheap Pandas to the retractable to the silver-plated Parker), inks, pencils, scotch tapes, markers and a stapler and a white board eraser. It was weird kleptomania, as he said. But she was having all the fun out of the crappy one-sided affair (that is, she rules both halves). She gets a kick of having what she calls “sweet revenge” (for she accuses him of taking her individuality away) by stealing his office supplies.

At the time when they were about to have some fooling around, she made him whip her with a tail of a sting ray while she was blind folded. It stung her like hell; and she got so aroused by it that she took possession of him right there, she on top, straddling him, slapping his face and screaming another girl’s name. “Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Oh, Ah, Elizabeth, damn you!” she keeps on screaming. Screaming and slapping, then breaking into a fit of tears, then wailing until she and he came. After the whole deed, she just sneered at him rather sadistically, her eyes burning with malice.

Her boyfriend, a seemingly dull looking man in his early twenties, was once a renowned “rake” during his “teenage” years. A girlfriend here and a girlfriend there. A fling here and a fling there. He even got three different girls pregnant, as if he doesn’t really give a damn. (Un)Luckily, all of the pregnant girls either ‘miscarried’ (one girl eventually slipped on a bathroom floor in an anonymous resort) or have the embryo aborted (that girl haven’t even had her uterus scraped). And when his mother died, he lost everything in succeeding order. his security, his financial stability, his long-term girlfriend(although that one was done by his “rake” existence in the world. she quoted it as a karma for him; he loved the girl so much). Seemingly, without hatred in his heart, he fell in love with HER. On a heated summer night, when they first fornicated, he even had the illusion that he had taken her virginity. Which was a Big Laugh for her; she KNEW she was not a virgin by then, and WHO, for God’s sake, taken her away.

She was always making him feel inferior, so he got a job. but, such a miserable karma for him, he is still inferior to her. Such agony pesters HER so much that she even wants to end everything up. She is supposed to do it right now, inside this very cafe, at this very minute. then he walks insides, looks lost. She reapplies her ugly, red lipstick and waves at him.

“Now what? I have an appointment with my dentist,” she just cracked his teeth while planting a really weird, ceremonial kiss on him just yesterday. His lip was still swollen, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Want some coffee?”

Oh, she looks so serene, the man-eating deranged girl. They were talking animatedly by now, even laughing out loud and she grabbing a teaspoon and jabbing it through the air. Her boyfriend looks so happy and contented; he even looked at his watch and frowned, stood up, gave the girl a peck on the lips and left a bill on the table. He walked smiling, outside the cafe.

As soon as he was out of sight, she took the piece of paper bag and threw it furiously at her coffee. She looked, dazedly, into the tiny dry fountain outside near a lamp post outside the cafe, thinking of another Big Laugh and then scribbling another line (or two) on the bill left by him.

Tags: thimble, thought

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This happened just last year in Poso, Indonesia. The real root of the massacre is not yet clear. It could be because of religious differences or of politically related problem(s). Whatever the reason is, this shows how people can be so insane for the sake of their personal interests.

But let us not be too judgmental. Maybe they have their own motives behind this. But killing other people? It all varies on the different convictions of different people.. a pogrom of Christians, is this their answer?

I know that this is not related to Adamson University or even to our own lives, but seeing this video made me think, while we are enjoying our life here, there are people out there suffering from real physical harm.

Tags: poso+massacre, Adamson+University, Adamsonian

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The place that makes my heart race (because of the long flight of stairs, haha).

[Click on the image to read the notes.]

Tags: Adamson+University, Adamson+Chronicle

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Tags: voltes, five, butt, scanner

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the place

the people

the memories

nostalgia…

some things never change..

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The sun is setting on the horizon. The lovely scenery attracts the warmth of the clouds from above, as if they want to see the scene themselves. Two anonymous persons lay idly in a big bed, their clothes on, and innocence flutters in their eyes. The room was spacious, but the door is narrow. There is a wide window on the northern side of the room, where they could see the beautiful sunset. There is a picture hanging on the wall, a kind of hazy, old photograph of another room. It is illuminated by two lamps on its side. The girl is looking on the photograph. The boy was staring at the girl. Out comes two puffs of cigarette from the girls lips.

“Sometimes I get afraid when I see that it’s coming,” she said.

“See what?”

“See that I am becoming sarcastic towards you,”

“You naughty girl.”

“Why, don’t you want to?”

“It depends. On how sarcastic you can be. If I can tolerate it, why not”

“I don’t want to”

“Why?”

“It just means that you are becoming a part of my consciousness.”

“Probable…”

“You take care when that happens.”

“And why so, my dear?”

“That’s my deepest, darkest secret.”

“Not a secret anymore.”

“Have you decoded what it means?”

“Slight. It is still blurred in my mind.”

“Sigh. It’s too dark for you to know..”

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Tags: love, sadness

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