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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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this is the mess that I call political philosophy
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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you never see a full cup of tea or coffee in my pictures because I can never wait that long.
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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16・11・2020
Finished my studying faster than I had planned, so now I’m taking some time to update my planner and chill -
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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pls make me focus :(
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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all of my friends who i actually hang out with at school are STEM majors and most of them are largely exclusively STEM people which is fine and good and i think they’re super cool but it’s really funny when we’re all studying together bc it’s like *applying for early access to a biology research lab* *says “beautiful” while doing calculus problems* *talking happily about finding the decibel levels in each part of the library and reciting them from memory* *annotating shakespeare or a novel and putting off homework* and just 
take a guess about which one of those is me 
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by nissistudies.
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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I see a lot of dark academia aesthetic involving the classics fields, literature and languages and theater and music, but can the STEM kids get in on this too? Where’s my dark science aesthetic at? where’s my STEM gothic?
•  It has to be a mistake, on the syllabus your professor e-mailed over yesterday. The lab class can’t possibly start at 8pm. Not that you’d notice the time of night anyway, considering that for some reason it’s held in a basement of the STEM buildings that you were sure was closed off. You’ve never seen anyone emerging from its depths, and honestly you’re not even sure how to get down there. But not to worry, your professor assures you when you reply with your concerns. He’ll send his TA to pick you up. Just try not to stare at their hand. Especially if it sparks. They’re still working out the kinks.
• The transparent lightboard you use in your apartment building for working out math equations that require more room is the only illumination piercing your otherwise dim living room. You’ve been working for hours, and haven’t noticed how late it’s become, mostly because you’re pretty sure that you accidentally just determined exactly when the world is going to end. Before you can grab your phone to tell everyone, there’s a knock at your door. “Well done,” the man and woman in dark clothes and glasses that reflect even the minor light so that you can’t see your eyes as they enter your apartment. “A little too well done, we think. You’ll be coming with us now.”
•   H2 = H 2 0 [ Ωm(1+z) 3 +ΩDEexp {3 Z/z 0 dz 1+z [1+w(z)]}
•  “We are doctors,” in heart if not yet in degree,” the neurologist teaching your afternoon class says, laughing. “We are the ones who stand between that looming reaper Death and all of our patients, scalpels and syringes in hand, and say “not today, old friend. Not this one.” But then the mirth fades from his voice, and his gaze drifts to the left of the lecture hall for some odd reason, fixed on some dark corner. “That’s why it hates us, you know. Death. All of us. We as doctors must be very, very careful in our everyday lives, because Death despises us for stalling its work time and time again, and it constantly has its eyes on us. Waiting for us to relax, to look away. There are rituals, as we get older and Death steps closer every day…” but then they come back to themselves, shaking their heads and laughing. “Not enough coffee for me today, apparently!” Shadows in the corner where no one sits seem to be shifting.
•  The chemistry majors always seem to know something that no one else does. They all keep tiny glass bottles of clove oil in their backpacks at all times, for some reason. You’re starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be smart for you to do the same.
•  The engineering majors know exactly what the chem majors think only they know, and they laugh when you mention the clove oil. “They really think that will protect them,” one future robotics pioneer says to you, shaking his head. “They really think they can stop what’s coming.”
•  Something in the forensics lab whispers at night, but only when a lone student is working down there alone. One of them snags you in the halls one morning and says, “I know you’re not forensics and you’ve never heard it before, but last night I was working on a paper down there and, well. It knows your name.”
• Your roommate is a biogenetics student. She keeps beakers brimming with bubbling fluids in the fridge, and she often seems restless and distracted. You’ve caught her stealing hair off of your brush before, and one night as you watch her mixing and stirring and taking notes as she’s hunched over her desk, you realize that a single blinking eyeball is staring back at you from the green fluid surrounding it in her glass tube.
•  The mathematics students have figured out what the chemistry students know, and what the engineering students have known for years. They all look anxious now, walking around campus and constantly looking over their shoulders. One of them suggests to you that maybe you should start stockpiling bottled water. Just in case.
•  An astronomy major comes barreling into one of your classes one dim and dying afternoon, slapping a star chart down onto a desk in front of a newly enlightened mathematics student, sweating and furious. “You weren’t even going to tell us, you bastard?! You were just going to let it happen while we sat around unprepared?!”
•  A week later. You sit up in bed and your roommate is gone. Their things are gone. Campus is still and quiet, the chem and engineering and astronomy and mathematics students having all cleared out save for you. The bio, forensics, and med students are left blinking, dazed. Clearly you’ve all missed something important, but your roommate responds to your text with assurance that it’s fine. You’ll all know soon enough.
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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14.11.20
I’m finding myself wanting to spend my spare time watching videos about things I’m interested in. Things I want to do. Things I want to be. Things that are actually beneficial to my life. The next thing I want is to fix my work ethic.
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fragments of october
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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slower days at work ☕️
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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me, not a us citizen, cannot vote: WE DID IT 
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Study room of the day
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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07.11.20 / “it is the unknown that truly scares us–the things we cannot see rather than what’s before us.” i was reading earlier this morning before getting some writing done for today’s nanowrimo goal. the first week of november is done. how are you doing? i hope you have a lovely weekend ♡
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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06.11.20// midterm szn am I right! Organizing my textbook notes and making sure I’m all prepared and up to date! A little under a month and we move!! A little over a month until end of term!! 📝🙌🏻
IG: flatneedledistillery
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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11.6.2020
My english teacher told us to watch the 90s movie adaptation of romeo and juliet, as well as the 2016 one. I privately said no and turned to this old vinyl recording of the play instead.
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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illegible handwriting, coffee rings on notebooks, putting gloves on only to take them off again, dark lipstick, maurice (1987), walking to class when it’s not raining enough for an umbrella but just enough to fog up your glasses, stone buildings, leaves that aren’t quite crunchy, deadlines, pen smudges, leaving class only to find out its dark outside, cinnamon, cold noses, swaying trees, half moons, cuffed sleeves, silence 
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paruparong-bukid · 3 years
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my teacher: answer these questions in 3-5 sentences
me: 3-5 paragraphs?
my teacher: no-
me:
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