According to Yahoo!,milk chocolates may boost brain function. It's been a long time. I think I just ate chocolates and my brain suddenly told me to write on my blog. Well, really I just ate siopao for my second afternoon merienda. I just felt the urge of writing and checking my blog, so here I am writing. Six days away, I would be entering at my new school. University of Asia and the Pacific. I really had a funny and frustrating experience at how I chose my school. Out of desperation, I confirmed my slot at the Ateneo three weeks ago. The day after my confirmation, I received a news that I was given a 75% scholarship from UA&P. See how frustrating it is, I was an Atenean for a day. Without any doubt, I enrolled at UA&P. I'm really excited because I get to meet new people (ahh, cliche). It's true because from what I know, I'm the only one from Marikina Science High School who's going to study there. How about my grade school batchmates? Only two are pursuing their education there. My family lately kept on teasing me that I couldn't sleep for I was really excited. Well, that's some sort of true. I can't help but to think of how I would be dealing with college life (and as a scholar - a burden and gift). I can't help but to think of my would be new friends and classmates. I can't help but to think of my would be new campus (much farther than my high school). I can't help but to think of the new regulations of the school (would they require a hair cut?). I can't help but to think of the new atmosphere (would the air keep me alive for eight to ten semesters and summers). Ahahahaha. I just said what is exactly on my mind.

My new hobby

I recently found a new hobby while surfing on the internet. Well, actually, it is what I do most of the I'm hooked. It's surfing at www.photos.ph. As a frustrated photographer, all I could do is to just drool over the pictures shot by professionals or amateurs turning into pro. Everytime, I would look at the images, I would just tell myself, "ahh, how I wish I also had those cameras and equipments." Last summer, I've been dying to take some crash courses on photography but due to my very very very hectic schedule, improving and adding up some skills was so far from reality. I just thought that this summer was a great time to have one. Yes, unfortunately and again, I wasn't able to. Luckily, I met our Enrichment tutor last ANI 05, Kuya Chinkin Coruña. He's a very good photographer, or maybe one of the best and youngest. He takes some shot that I could never imagine he would be taking - I guess, its just my having a little knowledge on photography. Since I learned his photoblog, www.photos.ph/chinkin/, everytime I'm on the net, I would never miss checking his site. From the homepage, I also found out that there's a good number of Filipino photographers. I would randomly click at every link and see how beautiful their shots are. In my mind, I always have these thougts, "Ah, ganun pala yun!" or "Hala! Naisip pa pala niya yun!" or "Pa'no kaya yan?" I've never grown tired of looking at the pictures and I am always excited at clicking at another random link. So, I encourage you to check, www.photos.ph.

Wow. Time just passed me by so quickly and I just realized that yesterday was the first first Monday of the month when I didn't have my haircut. Yesterday was the start of my vow that I would let my hair grow for at least five months without haircut. I did and still believe that this would result to a big puffy afro. I think that this love for the big puffy afro can be rooted to my amusement of the '60's and'70's, where having afro was a very huge trend. This liking is intensified when the fashion of these decades are making its way again. I also have this friend who have a puffy hair. Everytime he walks by, people have their second look on him. I can still remember when one commented, "Uy, Afro oh, astig!". I somehow want to feel what a head turner feels. I then remembered those days, the first Mondays. My last first Monday experience was when I had my very long hair shaved. Everybody was shocked, seeing me three days before graduation with my hair closest to being gone. Everytime that I would be walking by the corridor, I felt those strange and queer looks. But the hell I care! I just told myself "Okay, seeing me this way would be the last time." -- and that is how I comforted myself. To cheer me up, as you may allow me to use the word, some folks kept on holding my almost vanishing hair (as if I'm that old) and would be tickled, thrilled and whatever on their heads. *I also remembered my first semi-kal(a shortcut for semi-kalbo or almost bald) during high school. I was somehow hesitant at first if I would let my hair be shaved after two years. (My last was when I was still in grade school.) And guess what, I was absent on the eve(it was a Tuesday and not Monday, just wanna share) of our Sci-Camp just to have my hair shaved, (Well, actually it's because I had my appointment with the dentist. Exaggeration.) only to find out that I looked like our principal, according to Jen-Encar. "A complement or insult?", a question I'm still answering. (peace out jen!) I also had this first Mondays when I would strictly follow the school rule. 3x4. It's a measurement by barbers made by the three fingers on the side and four fingers on the side. I disgusted and regretted those Sundays when I would tell the barber that haircut. Addition to that, I have first Mondays when I would not follow the school rule. At first I would look handsome on my own point of view. Then guilt would run on my head, followed by fear and poof! For weeks I would again disgust myself. This all eventually lead me into a worthless conclusion. My hair should and only be long to the point of puffing like a cloud on a summer day or short as those grasses cut by Kuya Ato but not gone.