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I mean, I should have not met you, then I will not know you, get to know you, have a crush on you nor fall in love with you. I should not be hurt now. It's too late, I love you and it hurts.

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Indeed ~

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University of the Philippines - Los Baños - 15,000 hectares

Central Luzon State University - 658 hectares

Silliman University - Dumaguete - 527 hectares (33 hectares main campus and the remaining 494 hectares is a farm land donated to the school)

University of the Philippines - Diliman - 493...

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He who flies from his problems will eventually lose his wings and be hurt worse.

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It doesn't mean that if you fail once, you'll stop. All inventions don't work at first but in the end change the world.

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There’s always a paradise in the middle of a cruel forest.

#PlayfulThoughts

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With this cute girl. #Yoyo :')

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Love shall never be like a star that shines so bright, but twinkles!

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Hopeful

I love you I hope you too do Love me too

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Another way to present the 9 types of intelligence as exemplified by my How Do We Measure Intelligence post.

The basic idea is that different people are good at different things. These 9 probably don’t cover the wide range of smarts we all possess, but it’s a start.

As Albert Einstein said, ”Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

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Scene before an exam. #Cram ♥

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Illusion

Stars are twinkling in the night sky As the thoughts in my mind, fly Counts one and two and three and four I can't find what I've been looking for

I look to the left and to the right But the thoughts in my mind, always fight There's something that really bothers me Is it what we call, meant to be?

Then out of the blue, I remembered your name And the feeling I felt was not the same As the first time I saw you and been my friend And now I'm in loved, like it has no end

I dunno, how from thinking you became feeling you And no one answered me nor gave me a clue Is this what love can do? To make unexpected unexpectedly expected new.

Then from a smile became a pout When I thought of the things which made me doubt If I love you , do you love me too? Or I'm the only one who is giving a hue.

But then I shivered and looked up again Never thought that I had an illusion, then But not like stars, twinkling in the sky during night My love for you will never fade, but will light.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

All the countries in Europe. So stunning!

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Love this super sweet song.

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Hate the sins, love the sinners.

Mahatma Gandhi

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Philanthropist

IT’S so safe and sound. The sound of a hopeless singer surrounds the unilluminated box. Birds chirping gone; the whistling sound of the trees as they dance through the air vanished; the bioluminescent creatures seem migrated, or worse, all died; the mires were so aggressive that anyone who would dare to test his power, would really regret til his last breath. But there’s this thing which remained. She looks to the moon, always. She seems devastated: her eyes are full of tears and are full of weary. She cries, silently. Sitting on a stone in the middle of the heartless mires, she begs for some help. Her right hand holds her chest and the other, pointing to the moon. She glows, the moon’s light focuses specifically to her. There must be favoritism in here but doubting what you’re seeing is nonsense. She cries, but it seems that the voice she makes is being sipped, torn, and modified; the sound of a hopeless singer still reigns. The blue dress she wears has stains, though it’s not quite visible what the stains are, I can say that it was brought to her by some calloused hearts. From the distance, I’ve seen shadows. Shadows of people with some tools. As they get nearer, the lady shouts louder and louder but again, it doesn’t help. The sound of a hopeless singer louden. As they get nearer and nearer, the light from the moon shrink. Wondered, I looked up. The clouds gradually devour the illumination. And everything, everywhere, went dark. The sound of a hopeless singer became a cry. Sound of a chainsaw proceeds. And the last thing I heard, drops of rains from the crying clouds. I woke up the next morning and I found myself in the middle of the forest. Forest of debris of devastated houses, chunks of trees that seemed to be deprived to live, thick muds that buried tens of thousands of people alive. I thank God, I was saved. Saved from an untamed nature that used to be a philanthropist.

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Truth sometimes hurts, but acceptance eases the pain.