Versatile. The word I associate myself with for ages. Whenever people ask me to define myself, which they always do during interviews, I can't think of any word but versatile...

My name is Kevin Paolo Mendoza Hernandez. My college friends call me Kevs, Kev, Keboy, Keb, and other variations you can make of Kevin. My grade school friends used to call me by my second name and my high school peers call me Kevin Pao or Kevin Paolo. I was born on June 8, 1991 at San Fernando Hospital in Pampanga, my mom's home province. My parents have always recounted to me that very faithful day. They said I was so reddish and hairy when I came out of my mom’s puerta that I looked like hellboy minus the horns and tail. As you may have known, I turned 19 just a few months ago. Coz you see, people smirk in disbelief whenever I tell them what my real age is and what year level I am in. It seems like they have some issues with me being too young to be in 4th year college already. Can't 19 and 4th go together? Oh well, that's life. Don't blame me for going to school at an early age. Truth be told, I was not accelerated in anyway. We didn't have grade 7 and I skipped nursery coz my lola made me so. They own the school I attended during grade school that's why.

When I was four or five, I remember growing up in the streets of Manila. I can't remember where exactly in Manila. As a kid, I simply call it “the Apartment” for that was where I lived. My mom and dad used to rent a two-storey apartment together with a close family friend named Diane. I call her Tita Diane. My parents were still in college that time. My dad was taking up law in San Beda and my mom was training to be a dentist in CEU, which turned out to be, well, a complete waste of time I should say. She must agree. She's now an interior decorator - a good one. My elder sister was born when dad was 21 and mom was a year younger. I was given birth the following year. I thought that was the trend in the early 90's. To be wed at early 20's. Though I thank them for doing that. It feels good to be barkadas with your parents. Nothing is too lenient yet nothing is too strict. Just the right blend. By the way, my sister's name is Kimberly, my dad's is Patrick, and my mom's is Clariza.

A year later, I moved to the humble municipality of Norgaray, Bulacan, my dad's hometown. It was where my sister grew up. I did not stay there until I was in the 1st grade. Our parents would just come by every weekend to pay us a visit. We lived a very sheltered life, a far cry from my life back in the metro. Everything was provided for. I remember when I was still with my parents back in Manila, I usually take charge in doing some of the household chores because we didn’t have a maid. I struggled to cross the street every night to buy a bag of uncooked rice from a small sari-sari store. Sometimes I do all the dishes, as small as I was, with the help of a red collapsible stool. To continue with my story, our Lolo Ponciano would often take us to Manila after his vistas and pamper ourselves at SM Fairview, the closest “decent” mall to Bulacan that time I believe. He's a lawyer by the way - and also a good one. He has supported me and my sister in every way imaginable. He was a financier, a moral support, a guide, and everything in between. He’s one of the reasons why I’m planning to take up law soon, aside from the fact that’s how I see myself 5 to 6 years from now. I draw a lot of inspiration from this guy. He has also put up his own scholarship foundation, a living proof of how much he values education. I learned the values of a true Christian and inculcated them as early as grade 1. My Lola Teodora was involved in church activities. So I was a frequent visitor in our parish. I was her “little assistant.” This-is-me-being-a-good-servant-of-the-lord-as-young-as-I-was later translated into this-is-me-being-the-president-of-the-highschool-student-catholic-action. We were raised by the best grandparents you could ever possibly have, including my Lolo Badong and Lola German from my mom's side.

We often go to Pampanga from time to time to pay our Lolo Badong a visit and he would always welcome me and my sister with his trademark kiss. He always forgets to get rid of his beard that we had to endure the feeling of his hard bristled hair rubbing against our soft and baby skin. According to my mom, it's his personal way of making lambing - which we miss dearly up to now. Two years later, I am to experience my first ever tragic loss which would make me soon realize how vulnerable life really is, how happiness can be taken away from you in a snap. I told myself indeed everything here on earth is anything but permanent. As how old people would dub it, hiram lang yan. My Lolo Badong died of heart attack when I was 6 or 7 while cutting grasses in his private farm. When my Lolo Badong died, my Lola German came to the Philippines. She’s been in Germany for almost half of her life, working in a hospital as a chief nurse I believe. That’s the reason why we call her Lola German – she’s been there for almost her entire lifetime I think. My mom has always grieved about growing up without a mother figure. It was always Lolo Badong who stood by her during her growth years. Lola German was next to invisible, as mom would say. One funny anecdote comes to mind whenever I think of my Lola German which happened during my Lolo Badong’s wake. Lola German was so frugal that when she was weeping over the death of her beloved husband, she even managed to complain about the price of the kabaong. Bakit ang mahal ng kabaong, she said while wailing and hugging the coffin.

I spent almost half of my entire life in the peaceful town of Norzagaray. When I was grade 5, my dad, my mom, and my sister moved to Angeles, Pampanga. At first, I was very reluctant of leaving the comforts of Norzagaray. It was very hard to let go of the things you got used to doing, of friends you have been with for ages, and of the environment that is a living testimony of how comfortable life was. It was a crucial transition for me personally, having to adjust to a different culture, to a whole new environment, not to mention the language barrier and the sarcasm that the Kapampangan are very well known for. But we have to do this once in a while, right? Truth be told, no matter how embarrassing it was, for the first few weeks of school,

during our flag ceremonies, I couldn't seem to stop my tears from running down my face. So every time I get very nostalgic during flag ceremonies, I try to look up to the ceiling of our gym and just freeze there to contain my tears. I guess I couldn't get over it. Well, not yet. I was still in the painful stage of adjustment. Years shall pass by and I shall soon learn to embrace and love the environment which shaped the person that I am today, of course with the help of my folks and some good ol' friends.

First year high school was probably the most thrilling year among the four. It was another transition, so to speak. New faces, new personalities, new prospects, and new rivalries. Majority of the class were the so-called newcomers - students who transferred from a different school to our school. Sadly for some of our grade school peers, they got transferred to different sections. Our class felt like a place of contention. Are the old timers brainier than the newcomers or is it the other way around type of thing. Unfortunately for us oldies, our foundation in mathematics was very shaky. We didn't have the slightest idea of what our algebra professor was talking about during our first few sessions. But it never mattered. My entire stint in high school was memorable. There are memories that you wish to cherish and there are memories that you just want to forget and throw away. Our class was really bonded. More than the molecules of solid objects. I guess nothing beats high school bonding, to grow up together as teens every step of the way, learning, discovering, patching up pieces of you and turning them into the burgeoning persons I call “me, you, us.”

Since I couldn't write about college yet, let me just tell you some fresh facts about myself. I am a very obsessive-compulsive guy. A slight crease on the bed sheet would trigger my OC-ness, let alone sleeping in a pretty messed up room. Brain clutter is something I have to deal with on a daily basis. No wonder multitasking was never my strong point. I am a family-oriented guy. I drink beer, but for the sake of socializing. I couldn't get the hang of it yet coz my taste buds refuse to. I love video games. I play PS3 all the time. I am a taekwondo black belter. I am a great procrastinator. I left high school still at war with one professor. Pressure is my kryptonite. I always underperform when under pressure (but I am trying to make amends on this matter).

May 14, 2010

6:56 PM

The sensation of skin-tight jeans rubbing against your thighs, your pores devoid of fresh air to breathe begging dearly for a brush of wind to assuage the heat, your sweat trickling down your spine as you stroll along the corridors of Palma Hall, leaving your shirt soaking wet just before you get to your first class. As you enter the room, you reach for your handkerchief in your pocket to wipe off dribs of sweat on your forehead but your sweat glands are too uncooperative. Yeah, I know exactly how that feels. I have been there myself.

This year’s summer season can’t get any hotter than it already is and I am not liking it so far. Taking summer classes is never a good idea if braving the heat is a daily undertaking. It’s almost impossible to move around without breaking a sweat. Moving from one room to another within the same building proves to be a bit of a struggle, let alone dragging yourself from one building to the next wearing a pair of leather boots, a trench jacket, and a beret which brings me to my next point. You must be wondering why of all clothing in the world, I thought of leather boots, a trench jacket, and a beret. I got the idea from a gal I once came across with on my way to my PI 100 class on one hot summer day. Define todo-tiis.

Do you come to school in an attire, knowing at the back of your head your getup seems too out-of-place for a sunny day? Have you ever been asked by an acquaintance “hindi ka ba naiinitan diyan sa suot mo?” and your reply is “anlamig nga eh,” but the truth is you are dying to undress yourself and yet you can’t because you are willing to bear all the heat in the world just to sport your new leather coat? Todo na sa pagtulo ang pawis, ayaw pa rin tanggalin. Tinatahak ang kahabaan ng EDSA na naka-boots. At nakasuot ng jacket at scarf sa loob ng mala-sardinas na MRT. If you are guilty of these accusations, then isa kang pa-cool na tao.

I have always thrown fixed and steady looks at people who as if they were catwalk models. Even under the scorching heat of the sun, much to everyone’s surprise, they come to school in anything but comfortable clothing, for fashion’s sake. For all we know, behind those thick fabrics, their body’s turning into one sweaty pulp, their skin desperately gasping for air. I don’t have anything against them, but c’mon people. Do you find it stylish? I don’t. They look funny. Ako na ang pakialamero.

April 12, 2010

1:15 PM

Perhaps, one of the most disgusting and most unbearable fights in the history of UFC, just took place yesterday at Abu Dhabi. Anderson Silva, who happens to be the defending middleweight champion and the current pound-for-pound king, orchestrated a perfect display of tackiness and crude behavior we do not expect from a man who has made his mark in the UFC history just after 10 flawless fights. I was wincing everytime he made fun of the weaker man in the octagon, Demian Maia, making clown faces and fooling around the ring like a jester. Hats off to Maia for having such a strong heart, even in the face of a busted nose, a swollen left eye, and most of all, a very tacky and rowdy opponent. I have never seen such display of disrespect ever since I started watching UFC. Personally, I do not condemn fighters who talk trash outside of the octagon; but by the time you lay foot in that very ring, respect your opponent as much as you respect yourself. He deserves it. Silva may have won his belt last night, but he still came out as the biggest loser of them all - losing his reputation and probably his shot against the defending welterweight champion George St.-Pierre. Silva does not deserve to fight this man who is best at what he does, while keeping his feet on the ground. If every UFC fight were a battle of humility and honor, GSP is the undefeated, undisputed, and pound-for-pound king. You're not at the prime of your career and yet your head has already swollen up big time, huh? You've got to be kidding me, the Spider. Go back to your water spout and learn something we call humility before someone your size shoves his hand up that Brazilian ass of yours.

March 20, 2010

5:41 PM

Frankly, bouts of sessions in Organizational Behaviour might never have been one of my best interests this past semester. It’s a good thing Sir Gerry had the talent of turning the dullest moments of our OB sessions into something-to-ponder-upon-over-the-weekend (I tell you, this guy can perform wonders through mere words). Yet despite my deep-rooting aversion towards OB, it taught me loads of key lessons I could never have come across in my entire stint here in our dear university especially on topics concerning our future careers as business-minded people. “Believe me kid, when you step out there in the ‘real world’, leadership concepts are almost always overlooked at.” This was according to an uncle who currently holds a top-level position at a premium banking firm. It seems like a no-brainer at first glance, yet very perplexing if delved into. Looks can be deceiving, and so are leadership concepts.

When my group and I were deliberating about the set of criteria we need to set as basis in choosing among our prospective line-up of leaders, we have always found ourselves falling into the trap of sticking too much to leadership stereotypes which are always general and unspecific, so to speak. Determining the set of characteristics our chosen leader must possess was the hardest and most painstaking part. It took us more than three conferences to ultimately come up with a consensual decision. Personifying these leadership ideals was the next trial we had to deal with, not bearing in mind that he/she must be at least part of our generation. An email request was already sent out only to find out that Mr. Ambeth Ocampo, who topped our list of prospects, was already past his 40s! That’s how we ended up with UP ICTUS’ chairperson Mr. Julian Cañita.

On a personal note, any human being in this planet is a possible candidate for any leadership role so long he is capable of leading himself. That is a crucial prerequisite. There is no single universal set of standards capable of accurately pinpointing whether a set of qualities is leadership potential or not. It is rather subjective – person- and culture-bound. The dubious assumption that every leader must always fit a pre-determined prototype is a pitfall that we should be wary of, something we must veer away from as much as possible because “out there” is anything but what the books say.

Last week, while I was taking my much-needed bath, I was contemplating on how I would fare if I were the subject of this project, a leader in my own generation. To do justice, I had my own version of self-evaluation by simply matching my strengths against my weaknesses. To get it straight, I think I am a leader by heart – but the seasonal type. I do not assume leadership roles unless the situation calls for it; but when it’s crunch time, that’s when my leadership skills come to life.

My first impressions regarding the project’s objectives led me to believe that it is a must for every group to look for someone who is either part of history books, someone who has a huge chunk of contribution to the Philippine society, or someone who simply holds stardom status. I was rooting for big people in the likes of veteran historian Ambeth Ocampo, CNN hero of the year Efren Peñaflorida, and UP’s Randy David. The idea of being able to present to the class personalities as brazen as this line-up was in itself psychologically gratifying, well of course, not to mention, will earn us the bragging rights. Yet I came to realize that what makes our group distinct isn’t the grandiosity, but rather our own personal definition of leadership. Leaders are anything but perfect. They are not without flaws. Recognizing bad qualities as much as crediting good ones will yield a more holistic evaluation.

March 18, 2010

9:41 PM

Plenty of successful entrepreneurs and businesspeople have virtually built up their empires from the ground up. Big time players from different fields in the business world rarely forgo strategic business models and intelligent ideas that keep their pastures greener year after year. For instance is the logistics genius of FedEx’s tracking system or Apple’s marketing genius that never seems to run dry. In the real world, every good idea in a business must first survive a rigorous process which involves a series of “study” to test how such projects would fare if introduced in the market, or if utilized by a company for its own use, most especially projects which are related to Information Technology for they will surely require heavy investments and continuous financing. According to some experts, only one idea out of fifty has any real chance of going long-term. By investing on a wrong idea, a company can lose millions overnight and profits can start tanking due to these insurmountable losses. A well-orchestrated project feasibility study provides the kind of impartial analysis that separates profitable ideas from unproductive brainstorms. It removes all the rotten eggs in a basket and leaves out the good ones, so to speak.

I have been talking a lot about feasibility study. What exactly is feasibility? According to the book, feasibility studies are preliminary studies where the information needs of prospective users and resource requirements, costs, benefits, and feasibility of a proposed project are determined. In layman’s terms, a feasibility study is an evaluation of, let us say, a project or a project proposal which aims to determine the imminent difficulties and dangers of carrying it out. Those who have intentions of establishing their respective businesses are heavily advised to conduct a feasibility study before proceeding with the actual implementation for it acts as a meter stick that effectively measures the readiness of the market for whatever business you are trying to venture in. As a rule of thumb, a feasibility study must precede technical development and project implementation. This reminds me of my parents’ failed attempt to put up a laundry shop back when they were still my age. My father wasn’t a big fan of basic marketing principles, and so was my mother, so without any regards for contingency plans or whatsoever, they had the business established right away which obviously ended up as a flop.

Aside from launching a new business, when do you think is feasibility most important? Most companies overlook the importance of feasibility studies, leaping into venture-backed businesses with reckless abandon. The same works for launching a new product or service. A company that understands very well the importance of feasibility studies can make strategic decisions that reap major dividends, which is what you would want. Ever heard of smokeless cigarettes? How about Harley-Davidson cake-decorating kits? These are classic examples of products that had high hopes of taking the market by storm, but ended up turning the market off and were left with squandered dollars and bruised egos. Further, subjecting ideas to a feasibility study before signing any contracts can keep a company from investing too much in company processes/systems that are deemed to fail in terms of gaining traction and meeting customer needs.

Since the May 2010 election is fast approaching, we shall take the poll automation as our hypothetical example, but first things first. Let us quickly run down through the three major categories we take into consideration when making feasibility studies. First up is operational feasibility. This is mainly concerned with issues regarding the stakeholders of a project. Does management support it? Are the users not happy with the current basic business practices? Have the users been involved in the planning and development? Economic feasibility involves weighing the expected benefits and expected costs of a project. For a project to be economically feasible, benefits must equal or exceed costs. Last but not the least is technical feasibility. Classic questions include: Do we have enough manpower to push through with the project? Is our software and hardware capable and reliable enough for expected results to come up?

So what’s the final verdict for the poll automations this coming May 2010? Problems could still outweigh the benefits. Theoretically speaking, the automation will be beneficial to the country, as it will hasten the election process. In reality, problems and dangers, which are well beyond the scope of human hands, may outweigh the benefits. A single power outage alone can compromise, at the very least, one part of the operations. Moreover, there is still no assurance of a clean election. Poll automation is not the best remedy that will put an end to the electoral fraud in the Philippines. Was there any nationwide pilot test on record? In terms of the hardware and software, are they fool-proof? They may be vulnerable to attack from hackers all over the world which could cripple the whole process.

March 11, 2010

9:29 PM

Have you ever had a feeling you felt you should never feel because you had a gut feel that the feeling was never right? Oh yeah, welcome to the world of the obsessive-compulsives.

It's just been roughly four days since I left Pampanga and I'm already at my wit's end, missing home dearly. I tried texting my mom moments ago, but to no avail. My credits have gone zero due to important calls and texts I had to make these past few days. It's a good thing I have chikka messenger. Hearing my mom's voice was a relief, let alone seeing her in person. So I kept sending her messages, hoping she would call me. Luckily, God answered my request. We were on the phone for barely 30 minutes, chatting about the latest scoops on life in general. Co'z you see, I am a guy who gets struck by anxiety easily whenever I fail to keep up with stories, be it something just plain trivial or a-matter-of-life-and-death, about my family. So I need updates by and by (wait ti'l I become your boss and see for yourself). With all the things running through my mind, I am having a very hard time organizing my thoughts and placing them on their right spots. My thoughts are in frenzy (not the condom brand). By trying to do and think of everything, I end up doing nothing. Multitasking is never my strong point; and that's what I need to develop! What am I gonna do with my law report next week. What are the latest stories my mom has in store for me. Ooh, I wanna blog. Ooh, I wanna do this and that. Brain clutter and mental anguish are something we obsessive-compulsives suffer from on a daily basis. Trust me, I am Adrian Monk's real-life counterpart. Oh well, gotta go. Two reports and five exams are on queue for the following weeks so I need to keep up the pace to strip myself off of academic duties just before summer; and maybe strip off my shirt when summer comes along. *Giggles* Tanaydana, makamurit. Bisa na kung muli.

March 2, 2010

7:30 PM

Special Thanks to the following:

Kim Caelian (guy in spectacles)

Alvin Asis (guy in printed black shirt)

Emil Custodio (Mr. Cameraman)

Xavierville 1 Village

Sony Cybershot Camera

Lightings by Philips

Above is a brief spontaneous discussion among four bright and handsome detectives hoping to unravel the secrets that plague BA 151 (Organizational Behaviour). Nah, just kidding. The video presented above was part of our leadership presentation for organizational behavior. And oh, by the way, we took the video a few hours shy from the supposed presentation. In short, we were stuffing all requirements that needed to be submitted, including a technical paper, all mixed up in a single day. What terrible decision-makers. Poor managers. Our group was in cram mode so we had to stay up until 4 o'clock in the morning. Although we had a few mishaps during our report, the rest went very well as planned. Thanks to the group's spontaneity and grace, once again the day is saved. Thanks to the powerpuff girls. *poof*

February 29, 2010

4:21 PM

@Pampanga

Just got home from the movie house. Ate Jovy, Ate Kim, and I went to see John Lloyd and Bea's new low-brow chick flick entitled Miss You Like Crazy. Overall, the movie was decent. I got my money's worth. No wait, it wasn't my money. It was my sister's. So technically, we got her money's worth. By the way, have you noticed lately that Bea Alonzo seems to be getting hotter... and hotter... and hotter movie after movie? Albeit she appears to be packing some pounds recently, it doesn't make this girl any less of a beauty. I have the hots for her! Who doesn't?!

There was one particular part of the film where I had to bite my fingers just to control myself from laughing too hard. The scene was like this. Bea was sitting on a bench in a park somewhere in Malaysia. As she was sobbing, John Lloyd discretely dragged himself towards her to console the seemingly lady in distress. Bea stood up and hurled the stone she was clasping with her hand towards the lake. So you might argue, what was funny about that? This is where it gets hilarious. Part of Bea's dress was damp when the camera shifted angle. Somewhere a little below her waist and somewhere a little over her thighs. It must have come from her tears. The funny thing was, some of the movie goers started giggling which later escalated into hard laughter. I was literally laughing my ass out. I could not control myself from laughing too much! It turned out, most of the movie goers were thinking green, myself included. There was something else that soaked her dress wet - and it wasn't her tears! If you're thinking what we were thinking, then we're on the same page. Watch the movie and see it for yourself. You be the judge. No doubt. It was a sabaw moment, literally. XD

February 27, 2010

2:22 PM

@UA&P

Alas, hell months are finally over --- well, almost. When was the last time I glued myself to my ultimate gaming machine to enjoy my weekly dose of Modern Warfare 2 and NBA 2K10? Can't even remember that very exact date, for a guy like me who remembers his gaming moments vividly. It's an obvious cue that I have been too consumed by the academic side of things. BA 170 is such a pain in the ass, believe me. Deliverables are due every other day. You always find yourself at the receiving end of a professor's wrath. It's a good thing I'm done with my reports this week. Whew, what a relief. Slacking off in CBA is never an option; nor is sleep.

February 23, 2010

11:58 AM

A night of booze and cigars is never my ideal kind of getaway. What happened back in Rembrandt, stayed in Rembrandt. Should I be proud of chugging down a few glasses of whiskey? It might have been a perfect display of machismo yet the taste of rubbing alcohol running down your throat was nasty. I didn't like it even one bit. Why are people so addicted to cigars and booze? Puffing smoke and ingesting alcohol into your system is anything but desirable. All you get is a beer belly and a severe case of halitosis. Good luck smooching with your significant other(s).

Feb. 24, 2010

5:57 PM

Hey people! Here's a short piece I made inspired by a Detective Conan Episode back when I was relatively younger. Have you ever had an argument with someone you really care for only to find out later on that something terrible's gonna happen to him?

Fleeting glimpses

Streaks of orange and white pierced the horizon as the afternoon glow turned into dusk. I have been staring at blank spaces for I-don’t-know-since-when, thinking of what to orchestrate with a few brush strokes and a blank canvas. Despite my persistent effort, the argument with my elder brother days ago was the only thing that crossed my mind, nothing else. My creative juices had run dry, like a well in the middle of a blistering desert.

I stood up to flex my head left and right hoping to shake off my worries. The moment I collapsed back onto my stool, every detail of the room disintegrated and morphed into a new environment. Like the scenes you see in movies where the character gets taken to a new dimension. It’s somehow similar to that. I found myself staring at a man on top of a diving board. I barely saw the man’s face but he instantly reminded me of someone I know. There was an instant connection.

I had a quick glimpse of a scene painters would die to see - an Olympic-sized pool and a man about to make a 40-foot dive with the moonlight cascading over the waters. A chilly brush of wind managed to get past the open window. In a matter of seconds, the man started to plunge his way down towards the pool. I recognized what he was wearing. I’m certain it looked familiar. It had my surname scrawled on it in fine black print.

It felt like everything was moving a minute slower. I could see the man suspended in the air. I saw him wearing trunks and a diving cap; a man plummeting towards a pool, a leap of death. I locked my eyes onto his face, this time I was absolutely sure I know him. In a flash, everything came back to normal. He vanished. A tear quickly ran down my face. “Brother.” I murmured.

February 13, 2010

12:00 AM

Thanks to startling breakthroughs in computer technology and an escalating sense of urgency among the administration peeps up there, UP life these days have become less hassle-free and more convenient than it was a few years back. This was the very concept I learned from my Econ 101. In the parlance of Economics (if my memory serves me right), there shall always be trade-offs between all things in life - in order for one to have more of something, one has to have less of something else. That's how nature works - or in the language of Obi Wan Kennobi (sorry for the misspelling), that's how the force is balanced. Sounds very pedantic yet it applies to almost all facets of life (and yes you get me right, even to your love life). Less hassle, more convenience. But that's besides the point. What I really want to talk about is the convenience that CRS brings to every UPian's table. For outsiders who don't even have the slightest idea of what a damn CRS is, let me enlighten you. CRS is a computer program of some sort (forgive me for my ugly choice of words) that lets UP students enroll on subjects of his choice during the enrollment period. You 're given a list of subjects that can be taken by virtually anyone (applies to GEs and electives) and you just have to enlist yourself on classes you are required to take and pray to God that you get the subjects you want on the first batch processing. By the time the third batch processing ends and you still don't have all the subjects you want/need to take for the current semester, that's the time when you fall back to earth and join the rest of us mortals to manually enlist like what most of our UP ancestors did during their stint in UP (that includes Manny Villar and Gibo Teodoro). Since the inception of CRS technology, class cards have been history. Gone are the days when we used to fill out those small white cards at the start of the semester and claim them during sembreaks to see our barely-passing grades. Gone are the days when we had to wake up 5 AM in the morning to save ourselves of our much-needed slots - only to find out we are at the mercy of the RVCs and the RAs. Yeah, good old times of long lines which never seem to end and bouts of heated confrontations among singits, matagal-nang-nakapila, and pinang-save-sa-pila.

February 6, 2010

11:26 AM

Breaking news! Kevin H. is in the building. "This blog is strictly for academic-related activities. Any posts with references to sex, love, drunkness, etc. shall be erased without prior notice. Thank you." This is a sample blog. The font options in this blog is awful. Please follow me on twitter - kevinofrohan. By the way, I won't be discarding this blog even after BA 180.1 so I'm hoping you'll stick around.