Dear Diary

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events in this entry are fictional. Only the following are real: 1) Word, 2) Reasons for not wanting to be associated with the word, 3) Possibilities of being associated with the word, and 4) Measures in avoiding association with the word. Also, everything is deliberately kept simple (shallow vocabulary, easy-to-read narration, and intentional errors) as the account is written through the eyes and mind of a fifth grader.

 

I See Dead People

Who here has attended class nights or sleep overs in campus? If you are from the Ateneo, it is impossible to have not experienced this. People bringing sleeping bags, Magic/Pokemon/playing cards, basketball attires, a Play Station and a small television set, and lots and lots of healthy foods… NOT! What I meant to say was lots and lots of JUNK FOOD!! Add this to having numerous activities that promote class unity and this certainly makes this an event to remember for all Ateneans. However, aside from playing basketball until the break of dawn, one activity that rules this sleep over is ghost hunting. Just the name of it intrigues us to join in this hunt. However, after searching high and low for hours for ghosts only to find nothing, one by one our classmates start heading back to the room disappointed. I am usually the first one to head back not because of disappointment, but rather because of fright. Just as that little boy told Bruce Willis in the movie Sixth Sense, “I see dead people.”
I believe I have this gift because of three past experiences I had. These are the following:

BS MD: Bachelor of Self-confidence Major in Determination

The base of a solid is the region enclosed by a circle with a radius of r units, and all plane sections perpendicular to a fixed diameter of the base are isosceles right triangles having the hypotenuse in the plane of the base. Find the volume of the solid.

Math problems; ever wonder when these type of problems would come in hand? Well, I do. I even wonder at times if a whole subject is needed to succeed in whatever field I choose to pursue. And then I reach the point where I question the need of college in my life. I believe that a college education or a college degree for that matter is not necessarily needed for a person to succeed in his or her life. In our society today, education is valued more than anything else. This has led people to struggle for a college degree believing that after they have endured these hardships, life would be easy. This culture has also led people who do not get a degree to simply give up and lose hope in their selves. Again, I believe this should not be the case.

Santa W-ho-ho-ho?

St. Nicholas or more commonly known as Santa Claus has become a household name. St. Nic and christmas time has become a synonym. He is the person or rather the “legend” who gives gifts to good and well behaved children and charcoal to those children in the naughty list. Even until this very day and age, this tradition of children making letters, leaving cookies and milk near the chimney and of course, being extra good during the christmas holidays has been prevalent although not as much as during the olden times. Santa Claus exists until this very day.

The X-Files

• CLASSIFICATION: TOP SECRET. Level 5 Clearance required.
• DEPARTMENT OF SPECIAL INTELLIGENCE
• FILE NUMBER: 459062785
• FILE CLASSIFICATION: X – Files. M – Division. (X-M = X-Men, get it?)
• OPERATION: CEREBRO.I
• OPERATION HEADS: Senior Agents Scully and Mulder: Special Intelligence Division – FBI.
• DURATION: 1905 – Present
• OPERATION UPDATE: 12.0.1.7.2
• REPORT FILED BY: Current Field Agent JJ: Special Intelligence Division – FBI.

 

The truth is out there. Recent events and ongoing research attest to the advancement of various human genome projects around the planet. However, in spite of the increase in successful cloning, nuclear deformation, and other enhanced abilities due to gene modification, there are those exceptional individuals who have exhibited, without the aid of catalytic experimentations, certain extraordinary skills and capabilities. Consequently, there is much reason to believe that such “mutants” are in existence and are living amongst us today. The following cases substantiate this theory:

 

Three Kinds of Sausages

“How much of a man do you think you are?”

Sounds like something that would sell a new Axe perfume or a male enhancer supplement doesn’t it? But the truth is, this is a question that I would like to go out to all the suit wearing, beard shaving, weight lifting, condom wearing, “SON” of a some married couple . . . yes I’m addressing this question to all the sausages out there who think that they are one hundred percent all beef!

I believe that it would kill every man to find out that they are actually a lot more of a woman than they know it. Most experts would say that males are actually seventy to sixty percent male and thirty to forty percent of the opposite. With that said, most of the egotistic male readers of this entry might start thinking of sliding their mouse button somewhere to the top right portion of the screen and clicking that tiny little red button with that “x” in it. But if you just try meeting my three good friend and finishing this entry, then you might just realize what I am trying to invoke upon you dudes.

Shining (cleaning and sweeping) jewels

Tucked underneath the battered steps of SEC C is the hiding place of one the Ateneo’s hidden treasures. I rushed to this place last Friday hoping and wishing that I would be able to see one of these hidden gems. I was lucky enough to catch her as she was leaving to claim her hard-earned paycheck; it was the 15^th and that means pay day for everyone. I begged for a minute of her time to be able to learn more about her.

Be Happy With What You Have by Angelo Cruz

When nature calls, we answer it. We answer it no matter whatever task we may be doing. Whether we are padding our minds with countless information from our very beautiful English teacher, or resting our minds with leisurely information coming from a box, we go when we have to go. However, when we are too focused in releasing our “demon spirits,” we tend to not notice the cleanliness of the sanctuary. We do not appreciate that there is soap in the condenser. We do not appreciate when there is tissue paper or a bucket in the cubicle. We do not appreciate when we are spared of having to smell what the other students had for their breakfast. But we do notice these things and get frustrated only when they are NOT there. People, especially the dashing young ladies, get frustrated and think stuff like, “O.M.G we are paying such a high tuition fee and there’s not even tissue paper in the bathrooms.” I believe this attitude of ours is not fair, not one bit. It is not fair especially to those who are responsible for the cleanliness of our prestigious university. Janitors toil for endless hours cleaning up after our own mess. Their hands touching the things we cannot even imagine ourselves to touch. Their hard work providing the university with that crispy clean scent during the break of dawn. Their Ignatius like values helping us in our pursuit for objects that we misplaced. Hell, they can even be guides to us freshmen around the college thanks to their veteran working years in the campus. All these things and more they do and we still act like they are ghosts roaming in the halls. We should learn to appreciate more their commitment and passion to their jobs. What they do is no joke, it is hard blue collar work. The least we can do for their efforts is notice them in the halls and say, “Salamat po manong.” Sure this may be just a phrase. However, it can sure do wonders. This is enough to give them a bright gleam on their faces. A bright gleam that I also saw from my interviewee. A bright gleam from Nestor Cagape.

The God of Speed . . . Not So Godly After All

I met a man in school one day and he calls himself the Flash. I only got a few minutes to chat with him cuz as we all know duty called for the Flash; but in those few moments I got to know a lot more about the Flash than I could have ever imagined.

He was a small young fellow, about as tall as an average dweller of the state, around five foot three I would say. Physique was good; one would know that he is agile, quick and strong. His skin was that of native color and his hair was shaved like that of an US Marine. He had a ring on his finger . . . married, but had to leave his beloved in the province, obviously because he had to work in the city to support her. He had no offspring, only his wife to give him love and security. Hearing this, i started to grow pity for this man.

Better than Superman?!

He is a new breed of superhero. A mean machine in cleaning. The terminator of dust bunnies. The Mr. Incredible of ADMU! The man behind the mass extinction of the dust bunnies. The savior of all that is clean. The man that invented the word “SPOTLESS!”. He saves the day with his incredibly strong and reliable broomstickand with the help from his trusty sidekick, the higly efficient and highly dangerous mop he sweeps up a storm.With his incredible power no dust bunnies could seen left behind. wearing his higly fashionable blue collared indestructable and washing machine friendly jumpsuit, he is ready to take on even the most evil of all evils the dreaded dirts aka DUST BUNNIES. He is most certainly a cleaning force to be reckoned with. He is none other than the “hulk” and the “hunk” of ADMU, the destroyer of all that is evil, the meanest of all mean machines, meaner than you and me he is NESTOR CAGAPE.