I Can Also Write in Prose: A Poem--Reverie

I've always liked the word "reverie". I like it so much that I'm planning to crown my future daughter with such a name. Anyway, that's not my point here.


I am a writer of my college's school publication--Atenews--and a literary folio is released every year called the Banaag Diwa. It always has a theme and this year is "An end leads to a new beginning."


I finally got to pass something of mine this year! *insert deafening applause here* So here:

Things To Ponder on Thursdays: My College Fiesta Experience

I'll strive to make this as a weekly thing, just so I've something to keep constant in my blog; not just arbitrarily posting bits of my ~*owsum lyf*~.

Anyway, the intramurals! The Ateneo Fiesta is my favorite school-wide event, since it entails fun fun fun and no classes (magic words for every student)...But that was back elementary and High school.

I'm not sure what's in college that made me indifferent to the flurry of activities. It could be the fact that I didn't really want to study here in the first place, or the course I was supposed to take up isn't the one I'm in right now. Whatever the reason, I just don't feel the whole Fiesta vibe the same way a few years back. Nevertheless, I joined the parades for the past 3 years. Photo time!

*1st year college. The theme was "Anime". Oh dear. I was still a BSA student.*

*2nd year! With the banner I designed.*

*3rd year, not wearing the not-so-nice div shirt*

But wait! Where is my 4th year parade photo/today's? Well, there isn't one. This is the first time I didn't join, since (1) I had prior engagements; and (2) I. Was. Too. Lazy. Tee. Hee.

It felt wonderful, really--not joining the parade. This is what I've been missing all this time! God, I wish I did this sooner. All those mornings wasted! (Hold me, blog. I am fragile...)

Tomorrow is the second day of the AdDU Fiesta and I'm hoping there's something actually worth staying for in school. Come on, Fiesta! Make me a happy.

Sincerely,

The Pure Blueblood (lol)

The Withdrawal Syndrome: An Antithesis To Moving On

The longer I stare at the title of this post, the more ridiculous it gets. But anyway, I'm still going to go ahead and write about it...Moving on~

I went through several phases in the whole span of my adolescence. (I mean, who doesn't? Also, I'm still a teen but I'm bidding farewell to that in a few months. /tear) Most of those phases involved getting attached and/or addicted to something, i.e. a video game.

*after 48 straight hours of no sleep!*

For a quite a long period of time, I immersed myself in the world of MMORPG; (Actually, I still do but not that much) forgetting the real one outside the four corners of my monitor. My top priorities were: making my character stronger, finding rare equips and selling them...Y'know, anything related to create a better profile in the gaming world. Food and sleep were much ignored and at most times, forgotten. I had to find ways to financially support my account, as it was a Pay 2 Play kind of game. I became more and more hooked each time I logged in.