An account of my Earth Hour Experience and get-together with Achie and Esay last March 28. Not really about Earth hour per se, but my experience with high school peers while the entire Philippines is struggling in darkness in the name of Love for Earth.
For friends who have not seen each other in months, an hour in darkness with one another's presence is better than 24 hours of aloof reminiscence. Posted in Back in the City on the 29th of March.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with Jezza's thesis occupying our table. It was Earth Hour, the mall's big lights were shut off, and we were holding our phones to illumine the paper that we were supposed to read.
Jezza, a high school friend, asked me to have a run of their thesis to look for corrections and possible loopholes to be solved. I suggested MOA to be our meeting place. So I met them - with Angge (her thesis partner) and Achie (a high school classmate and childhood friend) - at Mang Inasal. When the fasfood chain was already being packed with diners, we decided to go out and look for some other venue where we can continue our night's craft. A convenient coffee shop was the place-to-be.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with their Thesis occupying our table. Achie and I struggled to decode every sentence's meaning despite the the absence of proper lighting around. Sentence construction, paragraph-place switching, theoretical framework: corections were just minimal. I enjoyed reading about relational aggression and emotional quotient. Their paper hypothesized on the possibility of a correlational relationship between the aforementioned concepts - their variables. True enough, one's performance in the workplace could probably be hugely affected by how one's environment interact with him/her. This interaction with fellow workers and colleagues - one's interpersonal relationship - could either increase or decrease one's emotional intelligence (or emotional quotient). "An interesting study," I thought.
The thesis duo went inside to buy some snacks and frappe. In the middle of serious reading, Achie asked "Ano na yung ikekwento mo? Dali wala na sila." Achie hasn't changed yet. She was still the same kwento-dali-tapos-secret-lang girl I used to know since childhood. With a gleam of smile, I shared with her my going-ons in school and at home. My "social-lovelife" (quote, unquote) and my current businesses in school. Likewise, she also shared the present not-so-good condition that she and Len (with two blockmate friends) have been experiencing in their class.
In the middle of relational aggression and emotional intelligence matter-loading, with the stories that we have partaken together, I realized: the way we (high school group) interact with our friends and blockmates this college has been highly affected by how we have related wih each other when we were still in white blouses and blue jumpers. We have been crafted by the culture that we have subconsciously made while we were still together: a competitive and standard-oriented clan ever-ready to put up a fight and defend one's stand with regard to any intellectual thing. Being branded as the creme-dela-creme for 10 years, we have instilled our fair share of standards and values that have been collectively molded by the "star" group. Whether or not we were understood, we didn't really care. What we have always cared about were our work, our process and our output. Period. Nothing more, nothing less.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with our friends' thesis occupying our table. The thesis duo treated us frappe and cinnamon. Thus, while further hampering on the significance and framework of their interesting study, we were sipping on the rich-man's coffee and munching on the rich man's bread. Their study were backed up with emotional intelligence scales and relational aggression measures which made it more interesting to read. Minutes later, I finished giving my insight; Achie decided to still bring the paper home to review it again. Angge's sundo came. We bid goodbye to her; the three high school classmates were left.
By that time, lights were already turned on, and so we were able to vividly examine each other's faces after months of not seeing each other. At 10 in the evening, we came up examining each other's lives and way of living.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with our own theses on Life and Love occupying our medium-sized circular table. Earth hour had ended, friends' hour has started.
For friends who have not seen each other in months, an hour in darkness with one another's presence is better than 24 hours of aloof reminiscence. Posted in Back in the City on the 29th of March.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with Jezza's thesis occupying our table. It was Earth Hour, the mall's big lights were shut off, and we were holding our phones to illumine the paper that we were supposed to read.
Jezza, a high school friend, asked me to have a run of their thesis to look for corrections and possible loopholes to be solved. I suggested MOA to be our meeting place. So I met them - with Angge (her thesis partner) and Achie (a high school classmate and childhood friend) - at Mang Inasal. When the fasfood chain was already being packed with diners, we decided to go out and look for some other venue where we can continue our night's craft. A convenient coffee shop was the place-to-be.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with their Thesis occupying our table. Achie and I struggled to decode every sentence's meaning despite the the absence of proper lighting around. Sentence construction, paragraph-place switching, theoretical framework: corections were just minimal. I enjoyed reading about relational aggression and emotional quotient. Their paper hypothesized on the possibility of a correlational relationship between the aforementioned concepts - their variables. True enough, one's performance in the workplace could probably be hugely affected by how one's environment interact with him/her. This interaction with fellow workers and colleagues - one's interpersonal relationship - could either increase or decrease one's emotional intelligence (or emotional quotient). "An interesting study," I thought.
The thesis duo went inside to buy some snacks and frappe. In the middle of serious reading, Achie asked "Ano na yung ikekwento mo? Dali wala na sila." Achie hasn't changed yet. She was still the same kwento-dali-tapos-secret-lang girl I used to know since childhood. With a gleam of smile, I shared with her my going-ons in school and at home. My "social-lovelife" (quote, unquote) and my current businesses in school. Likewise, she also shared the present not-so-good condition that she and Len (with two blockmate friends) have been experiencing in their class.
In the middle of relational aggression and emotional intelligence matter-loading, with the stories that we have partaken together, I realized: the way we (high school group) interact with our friends and blockmates this college has been highly affected by how we have related wih each other when we were still in white blouses and blue jumpers. We have been crafted by the culture that we have subconsciously made while we were still together: a competitive and standard-oriented clan ever-ready to put up a fight and defend one's stand with regard to any intellectual thing. Being branded as the creme-dela-creme for 10 years, we have instilled our fair share of standards and values that have been collectively molded by the "star" group. Whether or not we were understood, we didn't really care. What we have always cared about were our work, our process and our output. Period. Nothing more, nothing less.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with our friends' thesis occupying our table. The thesis duo treated us frappe and cinnamon. Thus, while further hampering on the significance and framework of their interesting study, we were sipping on the rich-man's coffee and munching on the rich man's bread. Their study were backed up with emotional intelligence scales and relational aggression measures which made it more interesting to read. Minutes later, I finished giving my insight; Achie decided to still bring the paper home to review it again. Angge's sundo came. We bid goodbye to her; the three high school classmates were left.
By that time, lights were already turned on, and so we were able to vividly examine each other's faces after months of not seeing each other. At 10 in the evening, we came up examining each other's lives and way of living.
Beneath the Starbucks' umbrella, amidst the darkness of MOA, we sat at our metal chairs with our own theses on Life and Love occupying our medium-sized circular table. Earth hour had ended, friends' hour has started.
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