the blogger

She’s a 19 year old GC who thinks that writing news and dwelling on journalistic stuff are not her forte. She would rather sketch her boring BC professor in a non-HB pencil at the back of her not-so-sketchpad-type notebook than think of which is better: the quotation lead or the novelty lead. She would rather calculate for foreign exchanges and a third world country’s GDP= Y+C+I+G component than go to police stations sequestering the blotter records and searching for a would-be story.

She’s a God-loving individual who think that if God becomes the center of one’s life, everything will fall in its place. She attends the mass everyday and feels like the Homily speaks to her pieces of practical advice. She goes to the study center once a week for her doctrine classes, attend the meditation every Wednesday and have life-related sessions with her kind mentor.

She’s the youngest of five children, and an occasional brat.

She’s a good daughter who follows her mother’s 10 pm curfew and advice even if belongingness and social life are at stake. No overnight for no reasons.

She’s a self-confessed math hater who couldn’t compute some algebraic and calculus basics. She is a one-time science exam flunker who thinks that having a 5 is the worst probable thing in the world and a 78% report is one hell of a bad joke.

She’s a person who hates chemistry so much that she sleeps at 9 pm the night before the chemistry exam, and still get a 1.5. Lucky.

She’s well-loved by the CRS team, getting all her desired subjects and spared of the patience-testing manual registration.

She’s a not-so-strategic chess player who loses all her game with her father. She earns a 2.25 in her chess PE even if she doesn’t complete the necessary games. She also has a fetish for chess sets. She has two ordinary wooden sets, one at home and one which is locked at her cabinet in her boarding house; a glass set from her uncle which she doesn’t use for fear of breaking the pieces, a metallic set from her sister that is her niece’s favorite throw toy, (thanks to the maker, it is very matibay) and a small tribal chess set from Myanmar with totem-pole-like colored pieces.

She’s an orgless being because she thinks that belongingness can be achieved without paying such high prices. Dignity, time and self-respect are more important than having 100plus people as orgmates. No one gets killed for not having any org.

She’s 30% architect
15% journalist
15% photographer
10% creative writer
10 % economist
7% nun
5% storyteller
5% chess player
2% debater
1% chef

She sleeps at 10 pm, wakes up at 6:30, because for her, nothing beats a good night sleep.

She’s the traditional Type A achiever, always stressed out and underexercised.

She’s a donut lover. Be it Dunkin’s Choco butternut, Cello’s Oreo-flavored donut, Mister Donut’s Black raspberry or Hot loops or Go Nuts, or even the donuts at CASAA, pwede na. She loves them. And anybody who gives her one will be highly appreciated.

She couldn’t sleep without a blanket even during summer when the moon seems like having simulated the sun’s heat.

She couldn’t go to school without a wrist watch, because time is a fleeting stranger she wouldn’t dare to miss.

She’s now writing a book which tackles how college cum-laude-wannabes get the grade and still enjoy life, which she hopes would belong to Summit media’s pool of literature before she turns 21.

She’s 5’7 ½ tall, slim and tan, with shoulder length bushy hair, yeah, sort-of-model figure, but she’s not one.

She always draws graphs or diagrams or any visual representation of anything on her bluebook during exams even though her professor laughs at them (Ms. Hernandez, what are you doing?) because she can’t help it. Visual stimulation helps her think more. A sketch is worth a thousand encyclopedic information. Why explain if you can make a graph and manipulate the data?

The things which could let her abandon her review session before an exam would be: a sketchpad with charcoal pencil, a full-bat Digicam plus a super annoying niece who’s ready to pose for a photo-op, Harry Potter-related stuff on television, a feel-good movie that could relieve her acad-stress and a friend she hasn’t seen for ages.

She’s also a book lover who admires JK Rowling and Dick Francis for their novels’ stupendous plots and twists and hates Dan Brown for degrading the Catholic tradition. She commends Joshua Harris for his honesty John Grisham for his wit.

She hopes that there are Fred and George Weasley in UP Diliman and she wishes to meet them soon.

She denies that she’s like Hermione Granger in more ways than her bushy hair.

She watches Survivor, not for the show itself but for the showcases of landscapes available. She loves to be an Amazing race contestant in the future.

She loves HBO for showing The Perfect Score. “When you are riding in a car and the traffic light turns red, would you still continue? You see, a victimless crime is still a crime”…

She’s a Globe subscriber but didn’t succumb to the unlimitext offer.

She’s an Arcsoft addict. Exploring Funhouse, Photoimpession, Showbiz and Videoimpression when she feels like it. Thanks to canon powershot.

She loves Avril Lavigne, Simple Plan, Parokya ni Edgar, Kelly Clarkson, The Corrs and Sugarfree and her all time favourite music video is Daniel Powter’s Bad Day. She considers Mojofly’s lyric as cute and Rock Steddy’s lyrics as straightforward. Her all time feel-great song is Counting Crow’s Shrek 2 track.

She couldn’t imagine why certain people couldn’t be so generous when their lives wouldn’t be altered if they do so anyway. Why give bread crumbs if you could give a fresh new loaf and not feel hungry anyway?

She believes that suffering breeds character, character breeds faith and in the end, faith will not disappoint. So does she. Manny Pangilinan, thanks!

She does think that true love waits, it’s just lurking behind everyone’s life, going unnoticed. And the moment someone feels it, it’s just the time when it feels like removing its invisibility cloak and showing to everyone what really it is.

She considers a purple bear as the most beautiful stuffed toy in the world and her illustrated first dictionary and a series of the Babysitter’s Club when she was six years old as the most helpful books in the universe.

She loves her name, even though her professors keep calling her Melissa and some of her friends keep on singing Dilemma when they hear her nickname. She loves her surname even if it’s so ordinary.