Green and black chancellor

I always believed that I was someone special, someone who was different, someone who would lead the good life for I knew I had some spark in me. I still hold true to that belief, but it is in these defining moments in my youth that I begin to see that though I am strong, I am not alone. The green and the black that so mesmerized my childhood is fading into the sunset of nonsensical recklessness, of merriment gone to waste, of indecision that brought me close to the faltering abyss. I believed that men could be chancellors---some fictitious figure torn from a science fiction novel, or perhaps some politically-driven policy paper. Some splendor indeed---that man could wear his green and black robe or armor and face the people he loved like his own. That perhaps is the fate of the chancellor---someone who adored the green and the black. He is bound to himself as he is to his people. Yet he is just human. His greatness is not forever. I grew up reading stories on Washington and Caesar, admiring their stature and how they stuck to their principled stand. I came I saw I conquered. Man could not rule without God. But reality has half-blinded my idealism. The stench of corruption, the poverty that has befallen my surrounding, the hopelessness of a hypocritical race. Truly, God should have frowned. Surely, he must be pounding me with a cotton rod on the back. After all this madness and commotion I have caused, particularly in my university, I should deserve some good whooping. But praise be to God that I am hit hard but soft. My once ego-centric, power hungry self must have died down with the whispers of the devil. Yes, I am in a paradigm shift. No longer am I so thirsty for action, those to glorify myself. I multitask to the point of breaking. I miscalculate and miscommit. I say yes sometimes, taking for granted a million of others I have said my yes to. We have all been guilty of this more than once in our lives. When we think of our hunger before we think of a friend waiting alone in the deluge, it is shameful. When we misinterpret stories and turn them into backstabbing indeliberate gossip. I use these not to excuse myself for being self-centered. I use these to say that I am one with you in this struggle. Cheesy or perhaps overacting as I may come to you, I still am coming to you. Weird as I may be, I still am perplexed to you anyway. My heart that once bragged of its invincibility to such sentimental tendencies is now beating to a new tune. No, not that I am breaking out into a cooler, more fine-tuned Paolo, but am realizing what in this good world has gone wrong with my system. This realization has led to this shift, this right shift from being too occupied with things I know would benefit me and a selected few in the long-run, but towards a more holistic me in touch with those few I may have hurt or neglected. I am not the chancellor clothed in green and black---colors of greatness. What I could be is me---pouring my heart out into this blog...but cautiously as a serpent. Is that possible? Perhaps I am being selfish again, but from what I know, I am no longer the loner. I am no longer the bookworm. Now, I tread through readings with joy and as much passion to light up Paris. Now, I eat with friends without the reluctance brought about by worrying on a multiple of tasks at the same time. Now, my inferiority conflex has come to terms with my superiority tendencies and have made me a more understanding, more open person. My extra-curricular machine has never been this great. My visions have never been this defined, my path never been this clear and wide. But I take the narrow road, for it is in this ordeal that I am able to fully grasp the essence of me. And after that, God shall pave the way for me to conquer the world, in one sense of the word. To my family, my friends to those I have not known much since childhood---my salutations. This is the challenge of the green and black---to be simple, modest, transparent, and transcending as possible. Perhaps I am a breath away. I am just a breath away. Need I define the color combination? In the fabric of how I have transformed myself to this improving being, I believe God will allow you to see the truth about me. The spark in me is now a flame that yearns to grow---from organizations to debates, from lectures to simple conversations over dinner, from people to people, I am human indeed. Nevertheless my humanity and its extent are not confined to norms, but choices I make. Friends, thank you for making me see that life is progressive, not bound to borders...a testament to God's infinite greatness.

And no, I am not gearing up for Political Science 170 just yet...

I am just being same old huggable and loveable POPO, PONG, PAOLO...oh be it as it is.

Several people have made my week extra wonderful...as if it could get any better.

To my blockmates, I am in complete awe everytime I see you happily parade down the stairway. I am held frozen. This week is no exception. You all make me see that Pol Sci students are made, not born. Grai...your warmth, not to mention ecstatic personality, has made smile more than once. Your enthusiasm, despite the threat of you leaving us is something worth pondering on. You will see your plans realized. You will be someone someday. For now, be the Grai that completes our day. Be the organizer of the unthought of. Be the Grai that lit Palma East Wing. Be the Grai who considers me a confadant...a part of her inner circle. Dom, you and Econ are like one entity. You rock econ...as if you've been there for some time now. Jaja, just keep pushing me in YM and I will be what you think I could be---lovelifewise. Louie, yo da force, yo da man! Master Louie, going strong! Master Louie, going on! You make things so simple, so simple...easier to digest. It's like...whoa? When you recite in 180 and 170, I'm like OHKAY, why didn't I think of that? Mara, nuclear deterrence is an understatement. You of all people should know that term haha. Thanks for looking back when I call. Thanks for the ideas in 180. Haha, hope you don't sue me. Thanks for teaching me whatever you teach---some invisible lesson in life. N8, politics is innate...keep the love flowin you rock!

This blog would not have been possible if not for Mau...you simply blow me away with your energy and Victor---the definition of a journal-maker....I shall meet you soon in the CSSP Council...then perhaps you could inspire us with your love stories and yosi-breaking

Moreover to Farrah, my Lord you're planning to what? Last Tuesday was something. Thanks for being frank. The green and black chancellor article is mainly due to your frankness and critical-mindedness. Carla, thanks for being there, Farrah woah...you really plan to ________ there? Who am I to stop you? Just a thought, Sir Naval: political stability=.5 and econ and finance=.25 each. Joke time!

Celine, I owe you one. I know I may come as the most intimidating, weird, and pathetic person on the planet...but I am not. Spongie! Thanks for putting up with my nonsense and blabber.

James...this varsity training for bowling is on its way...hope we make it. Rock and Bowl UP!

Jeff, thanks for the nomination. Now that I'm in this position...I'd try to reassure payback.

My sister, a lot of misunderstandings this week...bottomline: new PC games for us hahaha!

Parents, parliament or presidential? It does not appear that losing your jobs is a big deal...all for the country! I hope granpa was here to see how you rock Congress!

USA: thanks for your foreign policy. I could be amazed or disappointed.

Forgive my grammar, tomorrow I am to take on 170,well make that later...it's 1:30 am and I'm venturing through this Internet craze. Believe me...it helped!

May God keep you under his love and protection. Til next time dudes! Keep posted! Keep smiling! Keep blogging! =)