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The Underrated Truth About the UPCAT UPCAT like any other college entrance exam, may it be state university or may it not, still is an exam for college admission. The only thing that is different: The UP system is highly celebrated and eventful. This is because hundred thousands of aspiring students take the UPCAT every year hoping that they will pass the entrance test of  their dream school -- UP (University of the Philippines). It is the greatest pride of parents, and the students themselves once they pass the UPCAT (and it should). A lot of us expect the exam to be quote “mahirap.”Some dreamers would even invest into workshops making sure that they will earn a spot. While there is nothing with wanting an affirmation or obtaining tricks and strategies from “the sure way,” I believe solitary relying on them corrupts the purpose of the actual exam. Indeed,we always prefer concise over precise, and for the most part it’s the problem. Why is it a problem you may ask? Th

 Division and Fraction had cursed me I am and will always be horrible at math and it is a question of my intelligence. Being a boy, I thought math was fun. Simply adding and subtracting apples, counting both fingers and toes and tracing out numbers 1,2,3 etc. This state of mind continued for at least 2 years of my life in kindergarten, then came the freshmen year of grade school which did not hurt also. “Pfft! Could there be anything harder than this?” Says I,trying to be BIG at 2 nd  grade. It was at 3 rd  Grade when I realized that there was more to numbers than just rounding them off. We were dividing numbers! “Holy shit,”I said to myself (not really, I didn’t curse back then). But Oh my God, things escalated quickly! I don’t remember how exactly I got through it. But I remember taking private sessions from a tutor on weekends, guess that might have helped. The next eventful debacle was with fractions. This was no decimal-is-my-bae kind of shit.

It's a letter to the young folks, to the dreamers, to keep on dreaming! Republic of the Philippines Region VIII H.  Jole Jole District Poblacion Las Navas Northern Samar June 17, 2019 Mr./Ms./Mrs./non-binary (name) To where ever you are +63 123 456 7891 Dear Mr./Ms./Mrs./non-binary (name): It’s 3 months before the UPCAT and I admit, I am not ready yet. I have been reviewing for 3 weeks in English, but why do I get this feeling that despite the progress that I have made, I still am skeptical and questioning my climb. I doubt myself too often that it seems as if I would wanna back out from this venture. “Carl, there are so many people better than you,”says I. “You’re stupid in math, how could you deny that!” “You should instead,slack on your bed, watch Netflix or something and stop wasting your time fantasizing of going to UP.” These are the thoughts that governs me. Presumably, you’re one of their victims too, that’s

Today I'll be sharing with you - a personal anecdote. It's about my acne, and how it almost took control of my life. I was 15 when I first experienced a break out. It was nothing, compared to a breakout actually. My estimate would tell you it was just about 3-5 pimples. So it was not much of a big deal back then. Time passed, but never did my pimples. This was when I started to take notice. I became really curious about it, and so I started experimenting on over the counter products that I saw on social media and tv advertisements. I invested my time watching DIYs on youtube, spending money and so much more to even list. I remember trying on creams or toners and switching on to the next from the time I knew it didn't take effective on me. I try like 3-4 products in a span of 2 months, and this continued for at least  a year. I became frustrated. I never knew what to do anymore. I remember becoming so insecure about my face that I tried to making up excuses just

This was me when I was younger It wasnt until I was confronted by my uncle,that he finds me ‘odd’ - he was referring to my weight. I was washing the dishes that I left from lunch the moment he approached me, with a frown that took shape on his face. He was straight to point out the peculiarity that he thinks he saw in me, asserting that i have been keeping up with my ‘diet’ , and that I haven’t been eating for days. I was in full force, triggered, but still kept my calm for I thought it was not worth the argue. Diet for him means starving yourself till you’re thin enough to be labelled as a “walking stick”. Knowing this in mind, I thought to myself how crazy the idea was, and for him to think of me that way, is just pure stupid. If I was someone who was not taught to respect the elderly and the relatives, I might’ve done something that I would’ve regretted of doing. But for Christ sake, he happen to be my uncle, I had to lower my pride on him. This was not the first enco

I longed of being a year behind the legal age - so that for the last time I'm still free to obsess on doing illegal. HAHA, i'm kidding. Turning 17,mmn i still bet It will be magical and confusing at the same time.It’s not like my life is like a disney movie or something, but I think being a romanticist is just in my nature. I think too much of growing up that it actually builds up a mountain of anxiousness inside me, and I always do my very best to avoid igniting it (causing me to explode). A lot of my friends are already 17 at the time being, but as far as I could tell, there haven’t been any difference of any way in their lives. I,in the other hand,expects a lot of this age than “just being seventeen”. Letting this year to simply pass like all the other years of my life, is not my plan (I hope). “Hold on to the memories they will hold on to you”. - New Years Day, Taylor Swift (2017) But before proceeding to the next chapter, i can’t stop thinking of the th