Yearbook writeup. (Beware!)

Okay so it might be spoiling the surprise for some people, but here is what I came up with. I think it's tolerable - I probably won't be too ashamed of this in the future.

Text in italics are going to be left out of the writeup I'll actually be submitting, obviously. :D

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Jomel Imperio, 20, male: would rather listen than talk, can whistle quite well but has failed at learning the piano or the harmonica, is attempting to improve his handwriting, has read a lot of books and webcomics; hopes to grow a fine, thick beard for thoughtful stroking; is a proud member of the Theoretical Physics Group, loves writing on chalkboards, may someday be a physicist perhaps; enjoys poetry and (interactive) fiction, would write songs if he had any musical ability to speak of, has been an on-again off-again blogger since 2004, may someday be a writer perhaps (yet has agonized over this writeup for perhaps a good week); is a good student yet susceptible to bouts of laziness; appreciates silence, is probably an INTP (introverted, intuitive, thinking, perceiving), is prone to omphaloskepsis, has his silly moments (that only a privileged few are allowed to witness); was a premature baby, was a precocious child, is a quiet young man; has on the whole enjoyed college immensely but is somewhat eager (if a little nervous) to commence; likes run-on sentences, is aware of the multiple punctuation abuses that have been committed here, and begs your indulgence.



(Rejects: is loved by his friends, admired by his peers, and respected by his enemies; is despondent at not being a genius; has delusions of grandeur; has undergone an existential crisis during the course of writing this; likes long moonlit walks along fine sandy beaches with dogs and mothers-in-law…)


(Rejected rejects: Rejects: has yet to experience being hungover (but not from lack of trying, the lucky massive bastard); has not changed much from the high school student who wrote the following gem: “I am young but I am growing; hope I know where I am going!”; wishes he hadn’t left Ateneo; believes in God, would like to do what Jesus would do; is unequivocally confident and self-assured and happy; is crying inside; is secretly emo and wishes he had thick black plastic frames.)