About Me

Name: maan

Location: Philippines

i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').

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Two days ago I went to visit my alma mater, the University of the Philippines Manila. Janna and I decided to go there because we needed to check out some theses for our Pharmacology research (it never seems to end). Anyway, the moment I entered the gate, I felt nostalgic already (talk about being almost misty-eyed and the like). I gasped out loud when I saw the entrance to the main building because it now has a large engraving above it: Rizal Hall. I almost turned green with envy when I saw the new restrooms. It has new tiles, there’s adequate lighting, and there’s water! Yes, there’s clean water coming out of the miraculously working faucets and the flush is also working! Can you imagine how I survived my 4 years in UP without water?! Although I really thought that it’s a good thing that they finally did some renovations and improved a lot of things in the college lately, I can’t help but feel really envious about the changes. I mean, why only now?! Life isn’t fair sometimes.

Anyway, as we continued our pseudo-field-trip around the campus, the nostalgia got even worse…I swear that I’ve almost felt like a college student again, walking through the corridors, squeezing my way through the “Wailing Hall” to see the list of the students who made it and those who have to try again next sem (or next year), bumping my way through the laboratories or simply drinking Nutrilicious in GAB (Gusaling Andres Bonifacio). I also imagined how my classmates pack themselves inside the DPSM reading room, a.k.a., Biochem reading room. Their usual story-telling, singing, and laughter used to fill that room. The black couch and the aircon that we bought from one of our organization’s project (advance screening of “Serendipity”) are still there (and hopefully still working). And they still have a logbook where anyone can express their frustrations of being a biochem student. Even the old deck of cards that we used to hide from Doc Nicolas is still there. It seems that nothing has changed much in a Biochem student’s life.

I wonder where my friends and classmates are right now. It really is a big world after UP. Life is surely more complicated than Maxwell’s theorems and the molecular and ionic equations that used to drive us crazy. And life is surely filled with people who are far worse than the Chemistry professors who slaved us.