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Mga pinangga sa dos mil onse

2011-12-28T08:47:00.000-08:00

The year of the rabbit has been a challenging age for me. Finding job in a big city has never been easy. It required patience and diligence. It took several weeks before I landed into a career—first in the city hall, second, being a secondary English teacher in a private Filipino-Chinese school. I was forced to leave the government for two months because of the delayed salary (for first timer employees). But it turned out to be like “playing” when after two months of being an educator, I resigned because I can’t handle the pressure, considering that I’m not an Education graduate and I can’t control the attitudes of some students who are really acting in their teenage states. Then I returned to the government, and that's where I am now.

But no regrets after all, because part of this journey is meeting wonderful people who have made a difference to your life. And I’d like to mention them here, the persons who became part of my beautiful and bountiful 2011. First is Ante Cita, my closest in the office and my best buddy. She became the bridge who introduced and gave me the privilege to teach in a state-of-the-art institution. She’s like a mother to me; Uncle Jeffrey, our God-fearing executive and my angel in the entrance to the government; Ma’am Rose, whom I’ve learned so much from, especially on important things related to the government; Sir Jun, the Frank Sinatra of Cebu, the great “bugoy” who always make us laugh, but who treats me as his daughter; Sir Vince, the quick and kind friend and employee who continue helping us especially in processing payrolls, requests, and technical works; my co-staffers at OSCA for the good treatment as the youngest in the office; my fellow “ka-friendship” employees at the City Hall; the senior citizen members and leaders of the different chapters of Cebu especially to Sir Lan (our OSCA Head), Ma’am Edith, Ma’am Panny, and the others who are often present in the office; my bubbly, intelligent, and good-looking students of Cebu Eastern College-High School (especially the third and second years); my co-teachers who were very kind to me when I was still at that school; Myrpha and Hyacinth, my sweet pupils in the regular evening tutorial sessions; my relatives, neighbors and friends at Sanciangko especially Auntie Lisa, Uncle Aye, other uncles, aunties and cousins who are supportive to my work; Ate Merlyn, my compassionate, generous landlady; and to all whom I’ve shared my worst and happy times with, this year.

I’m glad and grateful that God made you part of my 2011. Though most of my time is spent in Cebu, but never did I forget my good friends who are in Negros, and the others who are now staying in other place to work and settle, especially my batch mates in Mass Communication, The NORSUnian (TN), board mates, friends and family in La Libertad. I miss you that much. Gusto ko magkuyog tag usab. :(

Motivated to linger

2011-12-15T16:41:00.000-08:00

I said I won’t stop until I’ll find the job that will make me happy, but I told myself, I think I will stop here. Working in the government is but cool and adventurous. I find happiness here ‘cause most of the time, I’m doing field works and meeting different people from all walks of life. Here, I’ve got the opportunity to explore the City of Cebu, its people, and its way of governance.

I want to stay longer in the government because unlike private companies, I don’t have to worry much about my number of absences and lates, my outfit and others, only that I have to finish the task that has been entrusted to me by my heads of office and co-employees. But above all, unlike other firms and establishments, working in the government isn’t much stressful. I have quite time mingling with the visitors/ clients/constituents and co-employees, and also, quite time visiting the urban and rural barangays. This is the life that I wanted! I love working here. I’m literally moving.

Receiving “thank you” (salamat) from the people you are helping is fulfilling and satisfying. I find excitement every day that I render duty in our office at the City Hall. I love this job and I thank God for bringing me here. No regret that I’ve transferred and registered as a voter of Cebu City, because I’m able to help myself and others. This is the challenge that I’ll continue to stride.

Mingaw na sad :(

2011-11-21T21:14:00.000-08:00

I feel lonely. I'm missing the most important ones—Manda, Carla, Yanna, Mama, Papa and Keray. I'm just alone in the room, and before closing my eyes, the thoughts of them always flash in this mindset. I want to be home. I want to play with my sisters. I want to talk with papa and mama. I want to sleep beside them. I want to be with them again. I'm missing them so much... and I'm just carrying this pain. Christmas will come sooner, and hopefully, that would be our time together.

Astig mo ahh!

2011-11-09T20:53:00.000-08:00

“Do not judge the book by its own cover.”

I've encountered this for several times already—meeting men/guys with “bad” looks (I mean the way people see them is the negative “they”, looks like they're “bad boys” because of how they carry their selves and appear in front of the majority). But when you approach them, you'll get to know that they're not how they appear to us. It's like saying that their face is rock, but their heart is as soft as mallows. Usually, this type grow beards in their face, hair not fixed well, fond of black, “snob”, arrogant at first impression, seldom smiles, etc.

Today, I got the occasion of talking with a guy who fits to the description I cited. He's an auditor at the Accounting Office. By fate, he was the one who checked and audited our documents for payroll. I had the chance of talking with him as he called my attention up regarding a miscalculation in our paper. As I went toward him, I felt uneasy. I thought I can't handle his attitude. But when he started talking and explained to me the matter, I was a little astonished. Who would expect that that would be the way he talks? He's in fact good and friendly, only that some may feel aloof to mingle with him because of his “astig” looks.

Actually, I saw him (for the first time) on the morning of the same day at the Mayor's Office, and I was already intrigued. I mean, I think I'm interested to know and befriend him. And that wish was granted in less than 12 hours.

While waiting for him to finish the auditing, the clock ticked at 3:00pm, and after observing the 3 o'clock prayer, he honestly told me that he will light a cigar outside (the building) to spend the remaining 10-minute break. He even asked my permission and uttered his concern if I can wait for a few minutes before finishing his work... that he even tapped my back if I was sure with my words. I responded with a kind smile, “okay ra sir” (it's okay sir).

*sigh* I think I like him (ahw? not part of the post)... he may look different, but with that first encounter with him, you can say that he's real. If you'd ask me, I prefer this type—“bad boy” look. It's easy to judge with what you see on the outside, but when you know who he really is, you'll be more impressed. So better not to mind with the cover, just read the content.

Livelier when at work

2011-11-08T17:44:00.000-08:00

I’d love to be working every day. I’d rather be in the office or having field work daily than stay inside the house (or in my auntie’s house) on weekdays or holidays. When I’m at work, I break away from worries and boredom for I’m in a company of busy yet happy people. A day turns out productive when I’m from duty, but when I’m staying in Sanciangko (where I am currently residing in now), I feel like my day ends with no task completed. I just sleep, read, write whatever comes my mind, talk with the neighbors, etc… I don’t think it makes sense, I don’t think I consider it an accomplishment..

In this month, straight two consecutive Mondays were holidays, November 1 also was, and November 30 will be. When I was a student, I love holidays, for it means no class. But now that I’ve already escaped from the walls of a university life, I hate holidays, for it means no pay, I am brought closer to problems, and I feel weak.

Happy Birthday Sir Mike!

2011-10-28T23:44:00.000-07:00

(A blog post for a public servant who serves with a heart, with no egotistical intentions)

You were Vice Mayor of Cebu City when I first heard of the name, Michael Rama. And the first time I saw you in person was during the Vice Mayor’s League of the Philippines (VMLP) Convention on June 2008 at the Negros Oriental Convention Center. I was still in second year college that time (at Negros Oriental State University-Dumaguete) when our editor-in-chief of the school publication assigned me to cover the event. Upon knowing that you were the president of the league, I became more excited as I always look up to the politicians of Cebu and as what my father had mentioned about you—a competent leader. Also, every time I hear a known politician coming to visit our province, I am eager to meet that person as I am a fan of politics.

I intently listened as you delivered your speech during that affair which tackled on environment protection and preservation. I even took a note about it, but I can no more trace where that notebook is. It was a gathering of the leaders, attended by Broadcast Journalist Korina Sanchez who represented in behalf of Mar Roxas (she was still unmarried that time). I observed the Vice Mayors were even zealous to have a photo privilege with Ms. Korina.

I spent my internship at The Freeman on the summer of 2010. I saw you again during the opening of the Philippines Veteran’s Bank at Jones Avenue. You were the Acting Mayor that time, and you looked younger than you were still Vice Mayor.

I came back to Cebu on the following year, searching for a job. And never did I expect that I will have a chance to temporarily sit down in one of the chairs in your office as I am currently working in the Office of the Senior Citizens’ Affairs (OSCA)-Mayor’s Office, wherein I am not just seeing you regularly, but meeting and greeting you “good morning sir/good afternoon sir” every time you get inside the office (usually in your “bagets” outfit) or every time I meet you at the hallway; writing several letters addressed to your name (undersigned by our chief, Jeffrey Ocampo).

You are one of the few politicians whom I highly respected most. Observing the way you run the government of Cebu City is evidence to the words of my father, that you are a good leader. Watching you in your fast-paced steps is enough to convince me and the whole Cebuano community that you are a commendable, transparent leader… a mayor who’s not thinking of his self-satisfaction, but working and doing everything (though it might risk his name) for the welfare of all his constituents.

I salute you sir! It’s more than a privilege to be working in your office even for a contractual basis; much more of a privilege because I even got the chance to visit your place, the Rama Compound for countless of times now.

In your 57th birthday, I hope God will give you more strength as you continue facing the daily challenges of life as a public servant, and as you continue fighting for what is just and right.

Speaking of something nonsense

2011-10-16T11:58:00.000-07:00

The best part of being inlove is when you just love a person and be happy about it, even if that person can never be yours… even if you know that it can’t last forever. That’s the true essence of love. It’s not about winning someone. It’s not about owning a relationship. It’s just about being happy because you know you’ve loved without a favor to be loved back.”

... The first message I received this morning from a friend in Negros. Reading it, I had mixed emotions. I smiled. I was touched, amazed with the words. How wonderful is the feeling when you’re inlove! How beautiful life is when you’re inlove! Yes, when one is inlove. But on the other side, I became sad thinking that I have no one to call as my… (blah, blah, blah)

It was only during those days when I felt inlove, and I want to be inlove again. I feel more inspired, more confident when I’m inlove. Actually, I’m starting to like someone, but I must have to know him more. I don’t want to rush and I have to control my emotion. I hope he’s true to me.

_______________________

One of the things I hate the most is when you trust a friend, treat him nicely, more than an ordinary friend. Yet, come a time when he’s feelings is more than his treatment to you as a friend. I hate it more when I’m not feeling the same to him. And with that, there’s a tendency that my action and approach toward him also changes, and no more be the same as before… an inclination that we will never be as close as how we were during those days. And I’m sorry because that’s who I am. This is how I respond when a friend attempts to shift his feelings to me, from friendship to a different level… for I just wanted us to be friends. Can we be friends? Can we stay as friends?

More than acquaintance

2011-10-03T15:45:00.000-07:00

My last day of teaching was a surprise to my students. It was like an ordinary school day. On the day or days before that, no one knew that Friday, September 30, 2011 will be my last appearance in front of the class (of the four sections).

It was a strip of pain in my heart because I’ve already established a bond/friendship and have started loving my students. Yes, I love my students despite their attitudes (negative or positive it may be), because everyone is special and everyone has a reserved space here inside me. Though I’ve only taught for exactly two months and two days, but what I’m sure of is, I will miss them all.

From the four sections I’ve been teaching to, some students are serious, some are just okay (balanced), some are playful (hyperactive), some have low interest to academics for they want to give more concentration on the things that they want the most (such as basketball, dance, etc), some are quite, some are “never-mind” (those who are not giving attention and would just opt to text or listen to the songs downloaded in their phones).

But as I say, what I will miss most about them is the times when I’m with them… because every time I go mingling with these teenagers, I’m in high spirits, I am brought back to my younger years. But the moment I walk inside the faculty room, I feel the pressure, something intense. Though managing a discussion is also wearing, but somehow, your exhaustion is alleviated when you hear the brilliant ideas of your students as they share their insights and opinions regarding a topic, and when you see them meticulously doing the task you are asking them to do.

I’m sure, they are already grown up the next time I got to mingle with them. I hope they won’t forget me as their cheerful English teacher though I was only with them for a short period of time.

Permanent end of teaching

2011-10-01T19:30:00.000-07:00

This short-term teaching experience will never be forgotten. Being in a company of educators, lecturing in front of the young citizens who have mixed attitudes and levels of intelligences, meeting and talking with my students’ parents, supporting the students in their endeavors, and performing many other things which I only encountered once in my life when I became a teacher—a “ma’am” or “miss” in the eyes of the majority.

I’ve always been saying that teaching was never part of my plan, ever since. But because of destiny, maybe He wanted me to experience how life and time travels when you become a teacher…or maybe He wanted me to experience the same hardship and fun encountered by my father during his time as a high school teacher, or feel the daily sacrifices of my mother as a rural public school teacher…or maybe He wanted me to meet and befriend new, radiant people, as youthful, as bubbly, as smart, and as gifted as the students of 3rd year-Garnet and Amethyst and 2nd year-Emerald and Sapphire.

For only about two months, I’ve learned to love my students, not as my sons and daughters, but as my younger brothers and sisters. With them, I was brought back to the days when I was also in the same place as where they are now. And I can so much relate with them especially with those who are good in creating jokes and making the whole class laugh, as I was also like that during my high school years.

For a span of two months, I’ve discovered how hard life is when you are a teacher—studying and mastering the topic you have to discuss to your students, managing the class (which I admit I am poor of), reprimanding hard-headed and disrespectful students (which despite the several times you rebuke them, they will insistently and continuously do), writing lesson plans (which I hate the most as it eats most of my time), checking numerous papers and recording scores, waking up early, and more things (which are many to mention) that make teaching difficult which brought me to the conclusion that “teaching is sacrificing”. I also noted that while the students are learning from what you have discussed, you are at the same time learning from them. So there is still that “student-teacher rapport and interaction”.

During my time as teacher (as much as possible), I strived to have a fun-learning classroom lecture and activity. However, later I realized that teaching is not really for me (I can feel what my impulse and instinct are telling me). And I don’t want to stay for a long time in a place where I don’t think I am fitted into. That’s why the decision of resigning was formulated before October embarks.

There are still many deserving individuals than me. I am heartily giving this up because I am not for this field…teaching is not for me. And I think it is better to quit early than to let people hope and believe that I love this and I am dedicated to my job though I give full effort to be an effective educator.

At first, I got no problem with the students. I found them prim and proper. But days after, they let their colors show. I understand because it’s high school; it’s the peak of fun and enjoyment and I also did the same thing when I was in high school. There are still a lot of things I would like to share about my students but my brain is emptied because I’ve started missing them.

To put a permanent period to this post, I would just like to say that I love my students but I am not interested with teaching. I felt anew with the responsibilities because this was not the course I have studied and teaching is not my cup of tea.

Accidentally

2011-08-25T11:58:00.000-07:00

“If this is fate, then I accept it.”

Teaching was never part of my plan. I never aimed of becoming an educator despite the fact that papa has taught TLE subject at St. Francis School-La Libertad before and with mama who is currently teaching in Guihob Elementary School, a rural school in our place. But I was brought to this profession by fate.

Tuesday afternoon of July 26 this year, boredom hit so Auntie Cita, my colleague in one of the city government offices invited me to go with her to visit a friend at Cebu Eastern College (CEC). When we arrived at the mentioned school, I never expected that the friend she meant is the principal of the school. He’s not only Auntie Cita’s friend, but her best friend. We had good chitchat until we arrived at this topic about a high school English teacher who is resigning, for the latter will transfer to a public school. Because I’m a Mass Com graduate, the principal thought that I could also teach English, “so why not try to demo tomorrow?” he suggested.

I smiled, and though I already have a little knowledge on what a demo is, but I don’t know how to execute it yet. But still I replied, “Okay, I will try sir!” words filled with optimism and confidence. I asked what topic am I going to discuss, and also get some tips, advices, and techniques from him. “You should master your craft,” this challenged me the most as I got a “yes” response from the principal when I asked if the students in their school are very inquisitive.

I didn’t have money that time so I borrowed P50 from Auntie Cita, and bought “cartolina”, pentel pen and scotch tape. I only spent less than P15 because I chose the cheapest materials, thinking that it is only good for one usage and purpose.

The topic assigned to me was “The Active and Passive Voice” which I already forget. Good that I have photocopied few pages from their book about the lesson. Even though I hate making visual aids, but still I made because that’s part of a demonstration. There was no color, no styles, nothing new and interesting about my material, the same as with the visual aids I made when I was still in high school and college. But that “cartolina” was very special (that I’m still keeping it now) because it served as a witness to the first teaching demonstration in my life.

And Wednesday came. I was scheduled for an 8:50-9:30 AM demo at the third year Amethyst section. I was almost late for I was looking for the English coordinator, the one who will observe and critic my presentation.

When I got inside the classroom, I told one of the students that “I’m nervous,” as I asked him to paste the cartolina in front. The scotch tape I bought could not hold the material so Ma’am Beth, the English coordinator sent a student to get a stronger tape at the faculty room. Still, I continued my discussion.

At the end, there were no questions from the students. I supposed they have understood, or maybe, they never understood and they were only ashamed to ask me. I didn’t know about how they feel when I was standing, talking and discussing in front of them, but what I’m sure of with is that, I’ve delivered my piece to the best of my ability.

I was relieved after the demo and stayed for a while, waiting for the decision. Then Ma’am Beth told me that if she were to decide, I have already passed, but she still needs to consult the principal and the students about their observation on me and how they will rate me.

According to the English coordinator, the students like me (daw) and “ako na jud" (daw). And who wouldn’t be happy with those compliments? Later, she told me that I can start tomorrow as an official replacement to the resigning English teacher. At first, I doubted and asked myself, “Did I really pass?” I can’t believe I became qualified. During the demo, I just (acted) as if reporting in college, in front of my classmates.

According to Ma’am Beth, with a limited time of preparation, she was impressed because I was able to deliver it, and considering that I’m not an Education graduate. Wow, I heard that straight from the coordinator’s mouth. Wow, that was a compliment that gave me more confidence. Then I talked with the principal, the other teachers, and students.

On the 26th of July was my first day in teaching. I marked that day very special. I met all the sections— second year (Emerald and Sapphire) and third year (Garnet and Amethyst). I introduced my name (they also did) and presented some of my rules.

Indescribable was my feeling when the first day of teaching in my life ended. A rain of happiness came my way, and I felt fulfilled. Only now that I realized that teaching is rewarding, that teaching is the best profession a person could have. You share what you know and you receive a smile which says, “thank you” from your students. I salute all the teachers with that!

Now, I’m on my 4th week of teaching here in CEC. I know this is an experience that could never be paid nor replaced by any other things, so I will treasure everyday of my stay here.

I know I won’t stay here for a long time as more than half of my brain pushes me to go back to the government so I can use my civil service eligibility. But though I’ve already planned for that, I’m still proud to say that “teaching is the noblest job” because I have proved it.

I love all my students. Yes, I’m saying this from the heart. Despite the exhausting day, still you find yourself smiling and feeling fulfilled because of your students. But to my students, forgive me when I say, “This is my first and last year in teaching. CEC will be my first and last school.” On the next episodes of my life, only God knows. Whether he will let me stay here or not, only His will prevail.

A little consideration

2011-08-12T11:16:00.000-07:00

Today is the start of the First Periodical Exam for all students here. English (which subject I am teaching for the 2nd years and third years) is the first test. I was reminisced by the same situation where I was also sitting and answering the test questionnaires. But now is different. I am the one watching over my students as they answer the questions I made. Wow, I can’t believe this is turning into reality! That I’m now the one making the questions!

However, I observed that some questionnaires have complicated instructions. Why make the instruction complicated for students? I only wanted to give my comment on this matter. What does a teacher wanted to find out and prove in giving difficult directions to students? Do they (teachers) really want to test the students when they can even shorten their statements into one or two sentences? I mean, they’re still students and they’re not yet professionals to understand all the policies of the mentor. I think this is one thing that all teachers must consider with.

And another, why very strict when it comes to erasures especially to a difficult and complicated exam? It’s okay if you impose a “no erasure” policy if your test is easy and do not require computations. Lastly, why not allow students to get a scratch paper for their computation, and instead, let them use the vacant spaces in their test questionnaires?

Sometimes, being very strict is no better to consider. There are things which should not be implemented strictly for everything depends on the situation. Sometimes, the teachers should know how to put themselves in the shoes of their students.

This is only to say my opinion and express my sentiment, not for the students, but to some mentors. Thank you.

Rush or patience over money

2011-07-27T15:10:00.000-07:00

The Cebu City financial assistance for senior citizens was started in 2009, during the time of former Mayor Tomas Osmeña. On the next year, from P2, 000, the amount was increased to P4, 000. Now, with the present administration of Mayor Michael L. Rama, it’s still P4, 000.

Cebu City doubles the amount Makati City gives out to its elders. There, they give P2, 000, while here, the government distributes P4, 000 to every elder. Other cities have started expressing their will and interest to adopt the same program—an indication that this program is a role model.

During the State of the City Address (SOCA) of MLR, the mayor stated that the city will make every effort so that the financial assistance will be distributed to the seniors starting the second week of July. I’ve heard from reliable sources that to make the process faster and more convenient for the elders, this time, the distribution will no more be in the city hall, but to every barangay.

But only one question bothers my head—why are senior citizens frequently asking about when the financial assistance be distributed to them, which sounds like rushing to claim the money? Really an attitude! Once you give something to someone, expect that they will ask again for more. “Kung sugdan, magpangita. Kung pirmihon, mag-anad.”

The city is not indebted from the senior citizens, only that the city government is concern about the social and physical welfare of the elders. These persons did not even deposit money for them to have something to claim when they become old, but because they are given big importance, then a big blessing is waiting for them too.

Instead of questioning several times about the financial assistance (which has become the major topic among elders in the city), the senior citizens must be thankful that their significance is still considered and that they are never disregarded by the city.

The elders should be open to the reality that the population of elders in the city is rapidly increasing after hearing that Cebu City is giving out money to elders. Senior citizens from provinces and other cities have transferred residency and acquired positions in the city so they can also avail of the benefits which the city government is giving aside from the financial assistance. Ghost senior citizens are rushing to come in the city.

Because of the ‘almost’ doubled population of elders today, expect delay in the processing and verification of names of the registered senior citizens. So normally, the result is, delay in the distribution of financial assistance.

This is one thing that the senior citizens must consider of. To the elders who are fortunate to receive the financial aid this year, just wait. Anyway, this money will be given to you in a sooner time. The final destination will still be your hands. Patience is still a great virtue.

Delusion

2011-07-25T10:40:00.000-07:00

“You made me stronger by breaking my heart, you ended my life and made a better one start. You’ve taught me everything from falling in love to letting go of the lie. Yes, you’ve made me stronger, baby by saying goodbye...”

I didn’t know why I was fond of listening to this song during my college days. Was I imagining that sometime in the past, someone hurt me and left me broken when in fact, I was never involved in a boy-girl relationship? Or maybe I just love the melody and lyrics of the song, or maybe because I admire the voice of Tita Redge (Regine Velasquez). I think the last two reasons are the answer.

This morning, I’m singing this song again. If only my MP is still functioning, I would have been singing this one everyday.

Affecting words

2011-07-19T17:54:00.000-07:00

This is very emotional day for me. We reached Barangay Suba 30 minutes before the rescheduled benchmarking on information dissemination. I had time talking about serious matters with my officemates as a circulating article in a daily tabloid bombs on our office, which is purely a one-sided story.

Just accusations, mere accusations! The writer did not even consult the head of our office to answer or give light on the issue. But sorry to say, we believe that the writer only dropped by one person who was the major source of all statements engraved in that article, who is also his very close friend.

It made me mad. We are working religiously, yet there are eyes watching over us and mouths talking behind our back (they maybe are just insecure of our accomplishments and present programs). It made me mad because the name of the office and the name of our head are put at slight stake (though this is not a much explosive issue).

But this is not the reason why today is an emotional day for me. The eldest of the group opened up to me that I am a big asset to the office where we are currently working. That compliment I seldom hear from a person who I respected and looked up to.

The solemn opening prayer of the president of the organization (in that barangay) added to the emotion I was bearing that day. In the middle of the field activity, tears almost fell down, so I opted to turn my back from them so that they can’t see me crying.

Though I was seeing happy faces while taking shots of the people and the activity, the gratifying and heartrending words still enveloped my whole system. I only felt relief during the open forum.

Frequent rain of fire

2011-07-15T17:17:00.000-07:00

I’m staying in Cebu City for more than two months now. With the help of our field works (almost everyday), I become familiar with the streets, corners and barangays here, both South and North districts, urban and rural areas.

But with this long stay, I’ve observed that the city is prone to fire accident (sunog). In fact, there were already more than ten (10) fire accidents happening for this month only. To mention some (from June-July), there was this disaster in Sambag I, Mabolo, Tejero, Labangon, Leon Kilat, Punta Princesa and more.

Though I wasn’t able to witness them, but hearing the loud serene of fire trucks for several times in a week, I just sighed and asked “lain na pod?”

I’m sure this will never end here as homes, apartments, boarding houses and buildings in the city are situated very near to each other, that you even find it hard to perceive that it’s already 6 or 7 in the morning.

Hai, so much more with this fire thingy. Let’s continue praying that this tragedy will not happen to us.

Health check

2011-07-13T22:25:00.000-07:00

I had my day at the Hi-Precision Diagnostics. It was a gripping medical examination. I had my x-ray, blood extraction, stool exam and urinalysis. I was fascinated with their facilities as I am not used to having these kinds of test. I don’t even want to take medicines and go into check-ups, how much more with medical exams?

The process, the instruction, the machine, everything in every step was new to me, for I am really ignorant to the world of medicine. But I’m thankful that had the experience and a little understanding of these things.

“The lung fields are clear. The trachea is in the middle. The heart is not enlarged. The pulmonary vessels are within normal limits. Both hemidiaphragms are distinct. The osseous thoracic cage reveals no significant bony abnormality. Conclusion: NEGATIVE CHEST” This is the Radiographic Report of my Chest PA.

While for my Hematology Test (for blood extraction), I found out that my platelet count is 396, and come across these nosebleeding terms such as Segmenters, Lymphocytes, Monocytes, Eosinophils. But what saddened me was, knowing that my white blood is higher than the amount of my red blood—a proof that I’m really anemic.

For the Physical/Microscopic result of my Routine Urinalysis (Clinical Microscopy), it was found out that the color of my urine is yellow and its transparency is cloudy. I acquired a negative result of the chemicals contained, except for Urobilinogen (<2 mg/dl). My Ph is 5 and my Sp. Gravity is 1.025.

For the Physical result of my Routine Fecalysis (stool exam), the medtechs observed that the consistency of my waste is soft and its color is brown. In the Microscopic examination, there were no white blood cells and red blood cells detected. “Conclusion: NO OVA AND PARASITES SEEN.” However, yeast cells are moderate.

These are among the things I’ve learned out of that one-day medical examination.

Just a short route

2011-07-09T20:52:00.000-07:00

(I can’t think of a better title on this post, so just bear with it. Thank you!)

Politics is no more new to me. At a young age, I am already acquainted with the reality about politics because of my father who served for three consecutive terms or nine years as councilor in our town. He ran as Vice Mayor, but lose because of having no enough funds.

I’m already exposed to the political moves of politicians, the response of abusive constituents, the “advantage-takers”, the criticizing people, the fault-finders, and other kinds of people.

Papa used to meet with big politicians in the province, and there were also times that these political names were the ones visiting the house, while I was at one corner, listening to them as they discussed matters. Most of the politicians are wise and selfish (a little), but papa is different. I’m saying this not because he is my father, but because I know who he really is, especially on his political apparitions.

Allow me to share this to you, a testimony why for me, papa is an ideal public servant who is not self-serving, who isn’t greedy, and who is willing give what he has for others’ sake.

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He has served for three consecutive terms or nine years as councilor in the town of La Libertad in Negros Oriental. During his time as public servant in the municipality, even if no more coin is left in his pocket, everything he did so he can borrow money from another and give it to the needy.

He was only able to benefit a little from his salary since he entered politics, In his nine years of public service, he wasn’t even been able to buy a “trisikad” (padyak-padyak) nor build a home for his own family. Now, he and his family live in the house of his wife’s parents for 21 years.

Now, he’s back to service as Barangay Secretary but his job is more than what a barangay captain does. Barangay North Poblacion is better and more peaceful than before through his contributions. Most of the new ordinances in the Barangay came from his suggestions and idea.

Though oftentimes, his kindness is abused, but he never stops serving the people of La Libertad. He has helped many people in his town and continuously helping them.

PS. I’m writing this because I’m currently working in a local government office where I have no escape from politics. People here are always talking about that thing.

Cool station

2011-07-07T02:25:00.001-07:00

For two consecutive nights, I had no enough sleep. The reason? Just non-stop talking with my board mates who were also my classmates in college. So my third day was really a drowsy day. I was so sleepy that I opt not to eat my supper. But the problem was, when I was already lying in bed, I can’t sleep. Kung kalian ko gusting matulog, dun pa ako di makatulog. Nakakainis!

So I stood up and had a short chitchat with the same people. I really wanted to sleep, but I can’t sleep. Anticipating that my drowsiness will vanish through this, I borrowed my board mate’s cellular and earphones and scanned the different radio stations. I thought I will become lively, but when I tuned in to 99.5 RT, I fell asleep which was a very good one for me. That radio station was the best remedy to my problem that time. Through that, through their evening program which plays mellow music and love songs, I was able to get back to bed and sleep soundly. Thank you 99.5 RT, you’re now my evening habit. Nindota ahh!

One more

2011-06-29T14:30:00.000-07:00

To the man who wears white t-shirt with a COURT OF APPEALS print at the back, I want you to know that…

I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU!

…because of your perfect Filipino complexion which is “moreno” and Indio physique however short (but that’s okay). I think you’re in your 27 or 28 now.

I wish to see you everyday as you are assigned in the other department. I remember, I saw you first on a sunny noon, after lunch. Sadly, I didn’t notice that we were eating in the same karinderya that time.

Anyhow, you’re now an addition to my list of crushes since high school. (haha!)

Curmudgeon

2011-06-23T23:54:00.000-07:00

“No one has the right to judge us because no one really knows what we have been through. They may have heard about our stories, but they never did once.”

This forwarded quote is so timely to what I’m feeling tonight.

I came from watching a live band presentation in line with the fiesta of our patron, St. John the Baptist. And I’m the different one tonight, far different from who I am and what I really like.

My whole family was there except Keray, a younger sister of mine. She chose to sleep instead of going with us. I thought I will be happy and will be enjoying the occasion without her (my partner when it comes to music), but I DID NOT. Out of the almost 50 songs played by the band, even once, I did not stand and went in the middle to jive with the people and with the band. I was probably the most kj (killjoy) person in that place. Even on my mama and aunties’ invitation to dance, I refused. I just sat in the corner and sadly watched them and the other who are grooving on the floor.

“…because I’m not with the people I used to be with every time there are live bands and discos. I’m referring to my batch mates in Mass Communication.” This is the reason why I was sad that night though I’m in the middle of gaiety and perceiving loud beats.

How I wish my batch mates were there, joining with the shouts of everyone and boogying with the people. How I wish they were there so I won’t be alone. As much as I want to dance, but I don’t feel it, because that was not the group where I find myself enjoying and truly belonging with. That was not the circle of friends who understands me and the way I dance and accepts my addiction to music.

I really love music, but tonight, a gap was created. I hope this only happens tonight for I don’t want to have distance between me and music. I hope this only happens tonight because I and some of my batch mates are already separated …because I miss them already.

For this is my quest

2011-06-21T23:35:00.000-07:00

Age is just a reminder of the length of time you live on earth. Let it not affect your disposition and outlook in life.

I’m already 20, just turned 20… but I don’t feel the maturity, now that I’m no more a teenager.

They say when one turns 20, he is already considered a man and she, a woman. But I can’t feel any changes.

I’m still that Dora who carries herself, dresses herself like a college student. Though I’m now working, but my attitude remains as is, the same as how I act and show up to people when I was in college. That’s why I would opt to be called “Dora” or “Pb/Pebyang” than Dorothy because the latter sounds strict and proper… because I’m not formal, and that’s the truth!

I’m the mischievous, playful type. I’m not serious for it only turns me old. I refer enjoyment than sacred rituals. I’m thinking of the present rather than the future. My mind is set for whatever that makes me happy, and I don’t care for anybody’s reaction.

As long as I’m alive, ‘ther‘ll be 30, 40, 50 or 60, I will assure to myself, “You will live life to the fullest, with no regrets and no asking for more.”

Rapt

2011-06-16T18:02:00.000-07:00

A new environment for today…our police applicant-boardmates who are undergoing training are now returning to their every houses as they qualify for the next stage (they’re actually from Negros Oriental too). After that, they will undergo another training somewhere in Cebu (I forgot the exact place).

Usually, when they were still here, they rang the morning with their voices. They made other sleep-heads awake. They were enthusiast at the start of the day, until the night sets.

Though silence enveloped my morning, but I was enraptured upon receiving this sweet text message from a person who is no more different to me, someone who I treated as sister, and someone who I also love much. She is the younger version of me. She is Cherry Marie, that’s the way I call her.

Thank you Cherry, you made my day. You are a reminder that I am loved. I miss you.

Typical lakwatsera

2011-06-14T17:38:00.000-07:00

Wala naman akong kaalam-alam sa budgeting, project proposal, capital outlay, MOOE, supplemental budget; hindi ko kabisado ang buong syudad ng Cebu, lalo na ang 80 barangay na bumubuo nito; hindi ako pamilyar sa mga pulitiko at pamamalakad ng gobyerno rito; sa madaling salita, maliit lang ang aking kaalaman sa kabuuang Cebu City.

Ngunit simula nang pumasok ako sa City Hall, tumulong, nagbahagi ng aking kakayahan at kaalaman sa mga nakakatanda o senior citizens, unti-unti nang lumalawak ang aking kaalaman tungkol sa syudad.

Malaking tulong diyan ang field work sa buong Cebu City—urban at rural areas. Pumupunta ang buong grupo mula sa Office of the Senior Citizens Affairs-Mayor’s Office sa mga Chapter Officials for officers benchmarking at information dissemination tungkol sa financial assistance, social pension, at tungkol sa mga programa at proyekto ng syudad para sa mga elders.

Ako sa totoo lang, gusto’ng gusto ko ang trabaho’ng kung saan ay bumibisita sa iba’t ibang sulok (lugar). At ngayon ay masayang-masaya ako dahil ito ang napasukan kong mapag-aabalahan, and except that, nakakatulong pa ako sa ibang tao lalo na sa matatanda.

Mas lalo pa akong naging "Dora The Explorer" ngayon. (haha!)

Gimingaw na pod

2011-06-12T22:45:00.000-07:00

Honestly, I miss so many people in Negros Oriental—my colleagues in the publication, my batch mates and course mates in Mass Communication, my board mates in the different boarding houses I stayed in, my family and relatives in La Lib, my minor subject classmates in college, my mates in the affiliations I was once involved with,
my friends (of all ages) in the entire province, my teachers, my elders, and everyone that I love who stays in Negros and the native Negrenses (my friends) who are now working in another place.

Staying in Negros for my entire life, who wouldn’t miss the people you use to mingle with, to talk with, and to be with in times of happiness and sadness, richer and poorer?

It would take time if I mention all their names, but if you are reading this, you are one of the persons I truly miss… and how I wish to be mingling with you again.

It’s not that I’m too emotional, but sometimes, when I think of the moments I had with these people (na mahirap nang gawin ulit), I find myself crying. I just cry in silence because of missing them, especially that these people already occupy a room in my heart.

I want to be back to Negros and stay there even for a week.

Paalam pilak ko

2011-06-10T15:11:00.000-07:00

This is one of the gloomiest moments in my life.

Ang bilis lang ng pangyayari. Ako ay biktima. Hindi na ako nakapag-react. Hindi ko na lang hinabol ang bata.

Umaga ng Miyerkules, ika-8 ng Hunyo, dalawang libo’t labing isa. Lampas alas otso na ng lumabas ako nang bahay dahil pupunta muna akong ahensiya para kunin ang pera’ng ipinadala. Sumakay ako sa front seat ng jeep dahil bakante naman at dahil puno na ang sa may likuran.

Huminto ang jeep sa harap ng Tresor Internet Café (red light kasi). Isang batang lalaki ang lumapit, pulubi, walang gupit ang buhok, hindi masayadong katangkaran, payat, marumi. Nanghingi siya ng pera. Wala akong barya’ng maibigay dahil sakto lang para pamasahe ang pera ko. Natakot ako dahil mas lumapit ang bata sa’kin. “Pssttt hoy, ay’g se’g pamugos diha! (wag kang mamilit diyan),” sabi ng tsuper sa bata.

Nang malapit nang umandar ang sasakyan, biglang hinablot ng bata ang aking kwintas. Wala akong nagawa, ni hindi man lang ako nakapagsalita. Nabigla lang talaga ako sa nangyari. Parang ang bilis lang para sa iba na kunin ang bagay na may kahulugan sa’yo,ngunit kung wala ka nang laban, hahayaan mo nalang.

Nung hawak na ng bata ang kwintas, ang pendant ang unang-una kong napuna, ang pendant na may kulit ng kabayo, habang sa likud nito’y mga titik sa Chinese. Bigay yun ni mama nu’ng isang taon. Sabi niya, isinangla raw yun ng auntie ko sa kanya, kaya ipinasuot niya sa’kin.

Sa halos lahat ng larawan ko, suot-suot ko na ang kwintas na yun. Nililinis ko yun kada-dalawa hanggang tatlong buwan gamit ang toothpaste. Mahal na mahal ko yung kwintas na yun.

Ngayong wala na siya sa’kin, nafe-feel ko talagang hindi ako kumpleto. Hindi ko pa rin maiwasang isayad sa leeg ang aking kanang kamay. Ngunit wala na, wala na ang bagay na nakakandado sa leeg ko sa loob ng mahabang panahon.

Pagdating ko sa opisina nung umaga’ng yun, nanginginig pa rin ako sa takot. Hindi pa rin maalis sa isip ko ang nangyari. Ang sakit, parang nawalan ako ng tao’ng mahal ko. Nakakalungkot, nakakaiyak sa tuwing bumabalik sa isipan ang pangyayari, ngunit ngayo’y tanggap ko na, wala na akong magagawa eh.

Habang nagfe-field work kami, hindi ko maiwasang mapatanga, maging tulala. Wala akong ni-isang tao’ng sinabihan tungkol sa nangyari. Ang disposisyon ko ay apektabu dahil dun.

Nakaka-trauma. Grabe ang naging dulot ng krime’ng iyon sa’kin…dahil kapag sumasakay o naglalakad ako at may nakitang bata’ng pulubi o tao’ng pulubi (e-generalize ko na lang), natatakot na ako…nakikita ko ang pahamak.

Ayoko na. Tama na yung isa, pwede? Tama na ang isang snatch. Ayoko nang mawalan ng bagay na mahalaga sa’kin at sa pamilya ko.

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Sa totoo lang, pangalawang beses na ‘tong nawalan ako ng kwintas. Ang una ay dahil sa ‘king kakulitan (nung nahulog yun sa tabing-dagat habang naglalaro kami ng mga ka-klase ko). At ito ang pangalawang beses, dahil pa rin sa’kin, sa katangahan ko. Ang una ay ginto, sumunod ang pilak.

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Sa ngayon, pinipilit ko’ng kalimutan ang nangyari, pero hindi pa rin mawala sa’kin ang takot, trauma na ata ‘to. Ginagawa ko nalang therapy ang pakikinig sa kantang “Lullaby for a Stormy Night" ni Vienna Teng. Iniisip ko na lang na sa tuwing may mawawala, may babalik o papalit dun na bago at mas maganda. Pinapaghari ko ang pagiging positibo dahil kahit galit ako sa bata, sana sa tulong ng kwintas na yun, may makakain siya o kaya’y maibili na bago’ng damit at tsinelas. At sana naging masaya siya dun.

Kung sino man ang makabili ng kwintas, sana ingatan niya yun. Hindi na ako mag-hahangad pa na makita ni inano man ng kwintas na yun. Imposible na, sa laki ng syudad at sa dami ng tao.

Hindi naman ako malas, kung tutuusin ma-swerte pa rin ako dahil kwintas lang yung nakuha sa’kin, at hindi natangay yung bag ko o kaya’y ang buhay ko. Sigurado naman akong hindi masyadong kamahalan ang pagbili ni auntie sa bagay na yun.

Pero wag kang mag-alala bata dahil ipapa-blotter pa rin kita para magtanda ka at hindi ka na makabiktima pa ng iba. Siguro ang dami mo na yata’ng na-snatch ano?

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Sa mga magulang ng mga anak na pagala-gala sa daan, nakikiusap ako sa inyo, alagaan niyo nama’ng mga anak ninyo. Kung hindi niyo sila kayang pakainin, bihisan, at bigyan ng maayos na tirahan, ihatid niyo na lang sila sa mga shelters o sa mga organisasyon na tumatanggap ng mga bata’ng kaawa-awa ang sitwasyon. At kung sa kasalukuyan ay nahihirapan kayo’ng buhayin ang mga anak niyo, ‘wag na kayong gawa pa ng gawa ng maliliit na bubwit. Kawawa ang mga bata. Ano na lang ang kinabukasan na maghihintay sa kanila?

Eto na yung latest photo ko na walang suot na kwintas (taken on the very day na na-snatch ako). *sigh*

Their inspiring story

2011-05-31T23:30:00.000-07:00

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." -1 Corinthians 13:4"

I am inspired to write this not because I am in love, but because I am touched by how they love each other despite the trials they had undergone and currently experiencing.

I was doing my internship in Cebu when I saw this couple. It was summer of 2010. They owned this inasal business—selling smoked foods on sticks such as tocino, hotdog, chicken, etc. The woman is in her 40s, while the man is in his late 20s. The gap is far, but they have proved to all that age does not matter.

While together, one can undoubtedly notice that the guy is very young for her. I’m not sure if they are married, but what I know is that, they are living together in one shelter.

One year after, I came back to Cebu and stayed in a boarding house near our previous rented house which is just a walking distance away from their store. I mean this year, I’m back to Cebu.

One night, I and my mates agreed to eat inasal, and chose the place where we used to eat when we had our OJT. I was taken aback upon seeing the woman in her paralyzed state, which she can hardly speak, stand and walk, that what she can only manage to do is to sit. But what moved me much was, seeing them together. The man stays in her side, together managing the business despite the condition of the woman. The bulk of the work is done by the man—from cooking to counting, while the woman gives the change to the customer.

I am touched because despite the condition of his partner, the man stays with her, with the one he loves. His love to the woman is unconditional, patient, kind and understanding.

“True love,” I tell myself every time I see them, every time I think of their love story, of the waves that were thrown to them to test their love for each other. Every time I recall their faces, I end up wishing and hoping to live with someone who has the same attitude as with that man. I wish my future partner will also love me despite my weaknesses, despite my physical, mental and emotional negatives. I wish he will accept me and my condition fully, and will love me truly and unconditionally.

Considering that the man is still young, he would have chosen to leave her partner and look for another happiness. But he’s different; he’s one of the few saints; he’s one of the few loyal beings. His love to the woman is genuine and priceless.

Mood swing

2011-05-25T20:48:00.000-07:00

When I'm in my near 20s, I just discovered this temperamental attitude I have, in other words, this “moody” manner of mine. Moody for sometimes I want to mingle, but there comes a time when I want to be in solitaire; sometimes I love non-stop talking, but sometimes too, I just want to stay single; when I like my environment to be noisy, but come a time when I don’t want to hear a single sound; when I want to laugh, but sometimes, I can’t even give a smile; when I love my surroundings, but come a time when I hate it.

As far as my observation unto my self is concern, this changeable attitude occurs only when I’m tired, when I hate my day because of nothing good that happened, when I don’t want to be disturbed, and when I’m missing people.

Yes, this is one of my weaknesses, when my mood swings. Many may find this hard to understand but I hope you do. This was not used to be me, but I tell you, this occurs seldom, very seldom. I’m still the Dorothy, Dora, Pb, Pebyang (and anyway you call me) you know. This is just a personal disorder that occurs every time I lose my attitude.

Afternoon surprise

2011-05-18T23:20:00.000-07:00

I was suffering from headache, but I still reported to the office today. Uncle invited me to attend an activity in their ministry, but I rejected because of the pain I felt. Before going home, I passed by Jollibee to take out a burger and in McDonald's to buy my favorite Sundae and fries. I dined-in at Mcdo but I chose to sit outside.

When my foods were almost consumed, a boy in blue t-shirt came to me and handed me a sampaguita bracelet. I thought he was selling it to me, but no, he gave it for free.

I was overwhelmed. My world lighted up, but I almost cried. I was touched because seldom when I receive flowers. And this time (first in 2011), it came from a boy who brought happiness and completed my day, cured my headache, and made me feel special.

I may not know the name of that boy but his image is kept here in my heart. I'd like to thank him again for his present for me today. Time will come that I will stay in that place again and see the boy . That would be the time that I'll be the one to give him something that would make him remember me.

I walked, going back to the boarding house, smiling and grateful, holding the sampaguita the boy gave me.

Manda, is that you?

2011-05-16T10:37:00.000-07:00

I rode in a jeepney from Brgy. Busay, Cebu City going to Guadalupe…But what caught my biggest attention was this charming little girl seated in the left side of the vehicle who looks like my younger sister, Amanda. That girl’s cheek, eyelashes, nose, and mouth resemble to that of Amanda. And when she smiled, ohh, her teeth is similar to Amanda’s—none in the middle, only on the sides.

Amanda is the sister closest to me. She can stay beside me for the entire day. She wants me to do everything for her, instead of mama and papa. She wants all my attention to be given to her. She’s very sweet. I truly miss her and my other sisters, Carla, Yanna and Keray.

Get lost on Sunday morning

2011-05-15T21:15:00.000-07:00

“I said I entrust everything to you Lord… my life, my every day journey.”

You brought me into this place Lord. I was welcomed. My name was specially mentioned as their only visitor.

The truth is, sometime last week, Uncle Jeff and Auntie Gisela invited me to attend the Sunday service of their ministry at 9:30 in the morning. I set 8:00am as my morning call, but I don’t know what’s wrong with my phone but it did not alarm, so ‘twas already 8:27 when I woke up.
Auntie Cita, an OSCA volunteer was already sending me blank messages as reminder that she was already waiting outside the center (as we agreed that whoever comes first must wait for the other).

I replied, “I’m coming”, but the jeep stopped near Sto. Niño church because of the “No Entry” sign at the corner. So I was forced to step down from the vehicle with my 3-inch closed pair of shoes. I forgot the way/street going to the center. I was lost at the moment. I didn’t know where to go to, but I found this center. I won’t just mention the name, but it sounds similar to the ministry my uncle told me. So I went up the stairs, and I heard loud praises of devotees. Then what came to mind is, “Ahh, maybe this is the ministry uncle told me.”

It was on the 2nd floor. A woman went out from the room and welcomed me to their ministry. I was a little hesitant, but I pushed myself to get in. But I asked her first if Uncle Jeff and his family are already inside. “Kinsa nga Jeff dai?” her answer made me doubt if that was really the place. Whaaaaat? But I have no more choice. I was already stepping in their center, so I have to attend their service.

What I just put in mind is, “Lord, You brought me here. I trust You. It’s Your will that should prevail. This is still the same place as to churches where Your sons and daughters worship You.”
It is still a group of Christians. Most of their worship songs are in Tagalog and Cebuano. The church goers were closing their eyes while singing, some were raising and waiving their hands above. The young musicians and singers were also doing the same—a sign of how strong their faith and devotion to God is.

Then there was this thing called “pray over” where those who were prayed over by the pastor fell down to the ground. I was shocked, but I want to give my opinion on that. Who wouldn’t fall down with that act when you are required to stand straight, breast out, stomach in, while the right hand of the pastor is on your breast. So with the pushing force lifted towards you, you will be pushed by the gravity of the hand. But when I shared this to my classmates, one of them said that when you are prayed over, you should let out all of your negative forces, for with that, the Holy Spirit will get in your systems. It is the Holy Spirit who will push you down.

It maybe was a funny fortuity, but I trust His will of bringing me to that place. When I opened my phone, several calls and texts from Auntie Gisela was registered in my phone, so I explained everything to her. I also told Auntie Cita about what had really happened.

But I admit that I hate the last part of the service, when the chorus of the recessional song was repeated more than 20 times. I was no happier where I am standing. I’m sorry if I was silently complaining that time Lord, but am still thankful that I was able to witness them and their devotion to You.

Hinahanap-hanap kita

2011-05-10T04:20:00.001-07:00

I miss the whole day stay at The NORSUnian office, my campus boarding house, my other source of happiness especially on weekends.

When we're done with our tasks, when our pockets are empty, there's no other place who could offer our addictions, indulgences for free. Unlimited use of the internet is the top of that.

I miss opening Facebook, Youtube, Blogspot, Gmail, Yahoo, Billboard, Myx, OMG, PEP, and other sites anytime I wanted where I don't have to pay even a single coin.

I miss the long 24-hour sitting, facing the computer, watching the latest movies for free through online streaming. I miss the office I used to call a home, the place where I usually hang out, the TN office.

If only the office is few steps away from my new boarding house here in Jones Avenue, Cebu, I would regularly visit the place.

Sorry, I just miss the office and the people who I used to be with most of the time. I miss TN and the staff.

Kiitos YoungLife

2011-05-08T23:59:00.000-07:00

I never regret the decision I made four days ago—quitting my training and instead joined the YoungLife Summer Camp 2011. After Monday’s orientation (up to the remaining days until I will complete the 20-day training requirement as an outbound agent), I made up my mind on Tuesday noon that “I will not continue with this, I will join the camp.” Therefore, I told my classmate who is at the same time my co-trainee, Sheila that I will leave the hall and will never come back, and will not bid a formal goodbye to my trainers.

I never even told my parents about that decision because I wanted to surprise them regarding my plans after YoungLife camp. But on the second day of the camp, which was timely to my mama’s birthday, she asked through text if how is my job hunting in Cebu doing. So I told her the truth.

Thanks God that I have the kind of parents who are very understanding and respectful to my decisions because they trust me. I’ve been joining in activities without asking their permissions and without them knowing for countless times now, but mama and papa’s trust to me is unfading. That’s why I’m thankful to have them.

The YL SC 11 was actually my second encounter at the grounds of the Trinity Ranch in Compostela, Cebu. The first one was on October 2008 which was three years ago. Dawn, my college friend, invited me to join and with the use of the money that was supposed to be for the boarding payment on the month of November 2008, I was able to join. The honorarium I received after the camp (out of my works at the publication), was the one I replaced for the payment.

I have been to many camps since I was 14. I've reached as far as Samar, Cebu, and to different parts of Negros Oriental attending camps of different organizations. But when I joined the OKKA 2008, I discovered and said, “This is different. This is probably the best…or shall I say the best!”

This is more mature. Yes, this is the best because it's not purely for fun and meeting people, but it is knowing God more and keeping Him closer to our hearts.

I can still recall, the OKKA 08 made me cry. And during the summer camp 2011, I cried again. I cried because through it, I realized so many things about my sinful natured human attitude, my mistakes, my faults, my worldy mindset, my distance from God.

For the two camps that I’ve attended, they (YoungLife People) really make a difference in me. Their stories inspire me; their advices influence me in a positive way.

I know it's hard to express how thankful and grateful I am to these people, but I thank You God for making them instruments of your Word and Goodness. I respect and admire these people, and I owe a big thanks to them. They’re the best!

Can't get over

2011-05-07T22:39:00.000-07:00

"We were two steps behind..." that was the last line of the first song of that night. Yes, I was two steps behind you. There were two persons in both sides, hindering us to to talk more, to be closer. Was the arrangement (our being table-mates) a destiny or just a mere occurrence?

Why were we destined to be seated in one table when there were 12 tables intended for more than 80 campers excluding the working crew, the facies, the leaders, the guests and visitors? It was not us who chose the tables and chairs, it was them.

You seated on the western end of table 9, our table. when I saw you, I never thought that I will also be sitting in the same table. I chose the eastern end so I can take a glimpse at you because you were my only crush on the camp and you didn't know that.

I felt uneasy because you were in front of me. I can't eat well. I can't talk more. I can hardly laugh, but all I wanted to do is to smile at you while facing me.

Yes, that chance was given to me in just a second. I already knew your name since last night so I only asked about your school. I forgot your answer but you said that you were shifting courses. I asked you why and you just smiled. But in the end, you said you are currently working in Manila, in a big city where beautiful ladies are rampant. And I've no more chance on you. (ahw? pasensya, feelerette lang ako minsan. haha, crush kasi kita ehh)

The camp ended on the morning after that meaningful night of my life as a camper. Until now, it's still hard to forget you. I can't keep you off my mind. You are part of my day. Looking at your photo in Facebook is not enough. I want to see you personally.

In case you will stumble upon this post, I just want you to know that you're my crush and that fact won't change. And if we'll meet in the future, I hope you will recognize my face. Keep safe.

He's harking back

2011-05-06T23:49:00.000-07:00

“Is he a camper?” a silent question came out. His face is so familiar. I can’t help but follow his direction.

He looks like the other HIM, the one I wanted to see at this very moment. His facial expression, the way he smiles is similar to HIS. He caught my attention; he makes me fall. His actions remind me of HIM.

I want to know him, but I can’t make the first move. I want to befriend him, but I lose courage because every time I look at him, I see the other person from the past.

I would have not noticed him if he doesn’t resemble the other man. I wouldn’t be interested in him if he doesn’t remind me of HIM. (Hai, gugma)

Forlorn

2011-04-30T02:45:00.001-07:00

*Current status

I find myself thinking of this person often. (Let's set aside papa this time). He is the only person who touch my heart. He is the only person who I fall in love with.

Yes, I think I'm in love since the day he expressed his interest and care for me. But I seldom see and talk with him now because he has started working while I, am on the process of applying for a job.

We can seldom communicate with each other even through technology. I’m sad for he might forget me. I’m sure he’ll gonna meet more friends or he might be falling for another. I'm grief-stricken for this may be another unhappy ending love story of mine.

When? When will that time come? When will I experience being cared and loved by someone who is not related to me? No, I'm not rushing, but will You grant to me a favor? :-)

Block it

2011-04-27T18:23:00.000-07:00

Sorry pero ganito talaga'ng ugali ko, hindi ako mahilig sumagot ng tawag kahit kilala ko o hindi ang taong tumatawag, pwera nalang sa mga sumusunod:

1. Kung sa tingin ko'y importante ang pakay ng tao (madali ko kasing ma-sense kung ang tao'y tumatawag lang para mangamusta o kaya'y naka-register lang siya sa unlicall at makipag-chikka.

2. Sa mga unknown/unregistered numbers, mas ere-refer ko pa yung mag-text at magpakilala before tumawag. Papatayin ko nalang cellfon ko kung ganun.

3. Mas hindi ako mahilig sumagot ng tawag kapag nasa bus, vhire, at kahit ano pang sasakyan yan, at kapag nasa loob ako ng silid-aralan, opisina, o kaya'y kapag may importante akong ginagawa.

4. Kapag close ko, at totoo ko'ng kaibigan at kapamilya yung tumatawag.

Hindi naman kaysa nagsusuplada, nagtatampo o nag-iinarte ako, pero ganito lang talaga ako. Sana maintindihan niyo, pero hindi naman ganito sa lahat ng panahon. Minsan hindi ko na namalayang may na-miss pala akong tawag, lalo na kapag daytime na natutulog ako. Kasi baliktad yung ginagawa ko ehh, nakabukas ang mga mata ko pag-gabi, pero nakapikit naman pag umaga.

Kaya du'n sa mga hindi ko nasagot na mga tawag, pasensya na po talaga pero friends pa rin naman tayo ehh, hehe. Ganun nga lang, ugali kong hindi mahilig sumagot ng tawag. Ahhm, pwede text2x nalang tayo? Di pa masasayang load n'yo, hehehe...

Only in college

2011-04-20T11:43:00.000-07:00

When I was in high school, Papa told me that college is the easiest, as he showed to me how college students appear—having no books, no notebooks, no bags at all, and no uniform. Yes, those assurances convinced me that college is really the easiest, and papa was right with that.

But later when I realized that that was his strategy of encouraging me to pursue college and work harder to finish a degree. Later when I told him, "No you're wrong pa."

...because based on experience, I learned that college is the most complex part of being a student. You are no more competing with your classmates for honors, but you're enemy is your future, your life and your career.

The four years that I spent here is, I could say enough. In fact, I would even complain why are there need for minor subjects to be taken in college when these can seldom be used in applying jobs related to your course. Say if I'm an Automotive student, do I need to study Algebra for one semester? What if I'm a Nursing student, do I need to take Trigonometry? Oh I'm sorry to focus on Math sub subjects, but I just find Math complicated and an additional headache.

My college days was filled with sleepless nights, and it's only here that I experience this thing. Why sleepless nights? Because for the whole night, you have to stay awake, either facing the computer, or holding a pen and a piles of paper.

Only in college when I attended classes without taking a shower, because of laziness to go to the bathroom or "trip" lang or nakasanayan na, haha!

Only in college when I became thrifty and spendthrift. Thrifty on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, but spendthrift when Monday comes, ‘cause that’s the time when I receive my allowance.

Only in college when I fooled my parents about my poor financial status in the city, when the truth is, I still have bills left.

Only in college when in a day or two, I had nothing to eat because my allowance has not yet arrived and the best remedy to a hungry stomache is to drink water and talk with few people who are of the same situation as yours.

Only in college when I experienced being called by administration bigwigs several times because of my behavior, and I don't care. I maybe good or bad, but I never regret what I did whether I did it for the sake of others or for myself, because without it, I won't learn.

Only in college when I interviewed some local and national politicians because of being part of the student publication and being a Mass Communication student.

Only in college when I became plastic to other people just to maintain my connection with them even if I hate them. Only in college when I learned that you don't have to do everything to get close to someone or to please them, because some of them are not worthy of the praises.

Only in college when I tried stealing ukay-ukay clothes and footwears. Only in college when I tasted liquors. Only in college when I entered into a place called "bar". But I believe, these are all part of life, of maturity, so one won't feel ignorant and be not out of the trend.

Only in college when I discovered my friendly and positive attitude. Only in college when I joined in many organizations, outside and inside the campus. Only in college when I enhanced my self-confidence.

Only in college when I attended numerous parties. Only in college when I experienced going home late at night, dawn, or even when the sun vividly rises, not because I came from a social gathering, but because of academic reasons. Only in college when I climbed up the gate just to get in a place called “home”.

Only in college when I forged a sign of a teacher just because he did not anymore show up to sign our class cards (but that was when I was in first year) after announcing to us our grades. Ohh, I did the forging twice.

Only in college when I wasted money, but I enjoyed what I did and where my money went. Only in college when I spent for my friends, classmates, colleagues, and boardmates. Hindi naman kasi ako mahilig manglibre noon ehh.

Only in college when I met a textmate. Only in college when I shared to others who my crushes are. Only in college when I entertained suitors, but none of them has… (never mind). Only in college when I cried for a man.

There were still lots of things that I did and discovered ONLY IN COLLEGE. I'm overjoyed that I've experienced the life of a college student and surpassed all the challenges.

Investment

2011-04-18T16:40:00.000-07:00

I wanted to be in media, who wouldn’t want to especially if you’re a Mass Communication graduate? But as much as I wanted, I must also be practical, that’s why I have to look for jobs which can offer good package and enough compensation. And I thought of no other option, but to join in the increasing workforce of BPO companies.

I am the eldest of five female siblings. I was born with no silevr spoon in mouth. I have to work to help my family. I have aims for them and I want to attain them, slowly by slowly, step by step.

But while working, I want to make sure that I am as well enjoying. That’s why I chose to work in other place, not in Dumaguete, neither in the towns adjacent to La Libertad nor in La Libertad itself. I believe that I will be happier when I’m somewhere I wanted to be, where I can find my work and line of business.

Troubled

2011-04-13T18:37:00.000-07:00

I’m really alarmed with this circulating news that kidnappers are now lurking around the town. Accordingly, they get the internal organ of children and sell it.

I am bothered especially with the children in San Juan. There are certainly many kids in this place. In fact, this is even dubbed as the “child factory” in La Libertad. Most of the children here are allowed by their parents to play anywhere around the sitio. What if the said kidnappers will come here?

Please, I want the authority to do something on this. People are aware and so they know that this is true, as the reports and evidences would tell about the kidnappers’ actions, traces, and records in other towns. Please, let us watch over our children. Be vigilant on the new faces coming to our place.

Please, I am greatly worried because I have younger sisters too, and I don’t want them to be put in harm.

It’s my big day

2011-04-10T03:13:00.000-07:00

On this day, my family, relatives, close family friends and neighbors are celebrating my college triumph. But prior to the day of the celebration, I had a fever and was attacked by hyperacidity for the first time, so I wasn’t able to give my hundred percent help during the preparation.

But let me acknowledge these people who lend their hands...

Tatay Melvin for the major, major cooking; Lolo Engracio, Uncle Bong-bong, Uncle Mervin, Uncle Lenlen, and Manong Ihoy for slaughtering two pigs and one goat;

Mama Eva, Auntie Rose May, Nong Oscar, and Mama Yoyet for the dessert; Nanay Bebe, Tatay Senti and Auntie Maricel para sa specially made cake;

Uncle Rito for baking a chocolate cake for me;

Auntie Ging-ging and Uncle Tata, Nanay Laida (ang totoong pangalawa kong nanay), Auntie Felnie and Auntie Dyna for some cash; Nanay Mely, Auntie Rosemarie and Auntie Myrna as the serbedoras;

To Fr. Jolito Tagud for mentioning my name on the Sunday Mass and for praying for me when he and his family visited the house; to all who come and congratulated me, THANK YOU.

But above all, thank you Mama Miploy and Papa Pepe for giving me this celebration. For my entire year in college, you never leave me. You are my greatest supporters.

Happy Christening also to my cousin Lyka, our Dadang Kalay. She was baptized yesterday.

May we all have blissful Sundays!

Blame me

2011-04-09T18:55:00.000-07:00

Why am I suffering from hyperacidity? Because of too much acid intake, that a meal could never be complete without a soft drink beside the plate.

Yes, it’s my entire fault for I can’t live without “Sprite”. I blame my being “soft drinks addict” for my stomach pain today.

So now I’ll teach myself control and discipline over soft drinks. I will never be tempted to soft drinks on the next days (basun), but I will strive to avoid even a single sip of that drink.

To all who are also acidic, please refrain or as much as possible, stop the habit of taking in acidic foods and drinks If you want to maintain your health.

To others, don’t tolerate me because too much acid in the body is bad. Believe me, I’m a victim, and I will strive to survive. Help me Father.

This isn’t good

2011-04-08T20:19:00.000-07:00

It gets worse—this disorder of not being able to sleep back after a minute or two of waking up in the middle of the night, at dawn or in the morning.

This wasn’t as serious as this before, but now, the condition is no milder. I could hardly sleep back after even a glimpse of opening my eyes. Say for example, waking up to pee or to check my phone…it’s really abnormal.

Could someone tell me what this kind of disorder is? I just discovered that it’s getting severe this later part of March. And I’m not happy with it.

Once I started closing my eyes, I want to have a sound sleep. But because of what’s happening now, I am disturbed, my rest is distracted.

Ahh, I hate this disorder! If there is a habit that must be stopped why I am experiencing this, then I am willing to stop. Or if there’s an immediate cure, then I am willing to buy (I believe the medicine doesn’t cost much)

It takes hours for me to sleep again. And so, my time for rest will be extended and some walks could be sacrificed. I’m no longer happy with this. Please, I need help.

Hey, that was funny!

2011-04-06T15:20:00.000-07:00

I surprisingly received a call from Convergys Cebu an hour ago while staying at the porch of the publication office.

We were supposed to be leaving for NBI office to apply for an NBI clearance for the purpose of employment, but when a strange number appeared calling, I have to pause and they have to wait. Haha…

Now with the opening…

Dora: Hello?
HR: Is this Dorothy?
Dora: Yes sir, this is me!
HR: Ok so, this is from Convergys…
And so the conversation started… but later on,
HR: So can we have the interview with you?
Dora: Now, sir? (A little bit terrified)
HR: Yes, now if it’s okay.
Dora: Ahh, sige2x! (haha, I didn’t escape from speaking in the dialect due to mixed emotions—shocked, happy, nervous, excited, whatever!)

And the phone interview went on. I chose to settle in a corner (near the bathroom) as it was silent in that area.

The interview lasted for exactly 10 minutes only as I opted to answer his questions uncomplicatedly. He asked me five questions regarding the industry, my school and the attitudes that an employee should possess.

Hoh, that was a bit tough as I was not really prepared for the said phone interview.

Now he asked me of the specific date I can visit the Convergys for another interview. I asked my classmates, so I paused for a while, and the hysterical part happened.

I only realized that I was still holding the phone when getting closer to my classmates, I said…

Dora: Brod, kanus-a gane tah mangadto’g Cebu?
Chessa: Kanus-a imung gi-ingun niya?
Dora: Next week. (Smiling)
Abigail: Ahh, taymsa. E-check sah nako.
Dora: (waiting)
Abigail: Ingna nalang nga 25 doy, Monday para sa 23 tah manglarga, Saturday.
Dora: Oh sige2, pyr!

Now Dora is murmuring while laughing…

Dora: Piste, wah jud ko ka-prepare aning interviewha brod. Gipaningot ko uy, yatih.
Classmates: (laughing)

Now I went back to my place and told the HR about the date that I will show up to their office. And he responded…

HR: So then, I’ll see you Dorothy.
Dora: Okay sir.
HR: Thank you and good luck.
Dora: Thank you sir. God bless.

And that ends the phone interview. Now, can you spot the part when and where the blunder took place? Haha, what a funny mistake!

Actually, they (my classmates) told that they were wondering if I was still holding the phone when I said those vernacular words. And only then when I realized my slip-up.

“Halah, uu noh?!” Yes, I did. Lala rajud ka Dora. Haha, but that was no big deal to me. Until now, I and my classmates can’t help but laugh at what I did.

There’s nothing to worry with it because that was anyway, an initial interview and the attitude I’ve projected will tell them who I am—pakang, so they won’t feel different once I step in their office for the scheduled interview.

PS. I wish to meet and befriend that HR. At least, he didn’t react when I wasn’t able to control my mouth during the phone conversation… because I did forget that the phone was still turned “on” that time. Sorry, hehehe…

Intrepid me

2011-04-06T13:20:00.000-07:00

I am now stronger. I remember (when I was young), while lying in bed at night, as the dogs started barking, I was very interested to see what’s going on outside, if the dogs did bark because of a ghost. “But what if the ghost will see me?” this was my greatest trouble.

But one Monday evening, past 12 midnight, when I can hardly go back to sleep, I transformed into a brave one as I went out of the house and tried to see if what are the dogs barking for. But while standing for a while in a corner, I saw no one. Maybe it’s an object that only dogs can see.

Yes, this is a sign of progress—that I grow up from once a fearful girl, to a brave woman who is willing to face the world filled with dark corners. This could also mean big, that I am now ready to face the challenge that waits for me in the real world, in searching for my future.

A peaceful journey to you

2011-04-04T22:16:00.000-07:00

At the age of 77, she died. May you rest in peace, Lola Anastacia Cinco Acabo. Lola, thank you for the kisses. They say, I and Alyanna acquired our facial feature from you and we’re thankful with that.

Lola, thank you for the one-peso coins when I was young and until now that my younger sisters also adopted the practice of asking one-peso coin from you every time you visit the house. But most of all, I thank you Lola for bringing papa into this world, because without you, Mama wouldn’t have met papa, and we wouldn’t have a father.

I know I and my sisters failed to say “I love you” when you were still alive Lola, but we cared so much for you.

Talent

2011-04-03T11:45:00.000-07:00

This exact story (exact words used), I wrote when I was in high school (hmmn, six years ago? am not sure) but I still keep the copy. Pasensya na sa mga wrong subject-verb agreement. Simple lang din ang plot. No changes made.

In the village near Mt. Chize, there lived a peaceful family. The father’s name was Pablo and he earns a living through farming. The mother was Nadia and she was a housewife. They had three daughters. The eldest daughter, Teresa was intelligent and when she graduated in elementary, she became the salutatorian. So during her secondary, she became a half-scholar student in a private school. She has also a talent in singing. In fact, she has a very beautiful voice. But this talent of her was kept secretly. The second daughter whose name is Raya was very talkative. She has a smart body. Among the three, she was the most hard-headed. She was an expert in dancing. The youngest daughter named Cara was the most beautiful among them. She was also intelligent. She dressed like a super model. There were many boys who loved her beauty.

One day, they had a problem. The land that their father was working, was bought by a lawyer. The father was searching for a new job, but no one accepted him because he was already old. Their father did not want her wife to work because she has a disease.

So their eldest daughter was forced to stop schooling. The first job that she applied for was a saleslady in a Department Store. She did her duty responsibly, so her salary increased.

When she saved an amount of her salary, she sent money to her family every month. Because of her being responsible to her work, she has been promoted to the Department Store in Manila.

While still in Manila, she heard about the “Search for a Diva” contest. She was very interested to join the contest to show her real talent. So she joined the audition, and she was accepted by the judges. So she was able to join the final ten to proceed to the final.

She was very proud to send a letter to her family that she will compete for the Grand Finals of the contest.

During the Grand Finals, her supporters and families were there. She was very excited to sing her favorite song, “Say That Word” during the finals.

When she was done singing, she was very excited to know the Grand winner. During the announcement of the grand winner, she cried very loud. She thanked God for giving this opportunity to her to be the grand winner, and for giving this blessing to her.

And after few weeks, she was very famous because of winning the contest. Until, there was a star manager who gave an opportunity to her to be one of the guests of the show entitled, “ASAP”.

The hosts of the show liked her performance. So they got her to be a regular guest of the show. Then she accepted it. Why not? It’s a big break. So she became one of the popular singers in the country. She held the title, “The Super Diva.”

She decided that her younger sister will finish college in Manila. And after graduating, she introduced her younger sister to her manager that she was an expert in dancing. Then the manager tested how graceful her sister danced. And the manager liked it.

Her younger sister was also very famous in dancing. In dancing, she was the girl that was immediately called to be a trainer. Until, she became one of the guests in any show.

The eldest sister decided to have Cara finished her college in Manila. Cara was a beautiful girl, so she was the one representing in any beauty pageant. Then she heard about the “Miss Philippines” contest. Many of her friends encouraged her to join. Before she decided to join, she asked first permission from her elder sisters and parents, and they agreed to her decision.

With the help of God, she got the triumph and got the crown of “Miss Philippines”. Her sisters and parents cried with happiness. They didn’t thought that Cara will win. And she was very famous wherever she goes because of her dazzling beauty.

One of the model managers got her to be one of the models in Bench wear. She accepted it without any hesitation. She became one of the super models in the country.

Teresa, Raya and Cara became popular. Then their names were change—Teresa became Theresse, Raya became Rheanne, and Carla became Carylle.

Their family was well known all around the country because of their richness and talent.

Because lying was invented

2011-04-01T23:32:00.000-07:00

Sorry sa lahat ng nalinlang ko’ng may boyfriend (kuno) ako. Kasalanan ‘to lahat ni Sheila ehh, haha. Hindi, ganito ang istorya…

Gabi ng February 8, 2011, may meeting kami sa TN. Pero the days prior nun, kinakantsawan na nila akong “Uy Dora, Japhet” which is one of the things I don’t like most. Ayoko talaga nung pinagtutulak ako sa iba. Kahit alam kong joke, pero meron namang maraming joke dyan ehh, ayoko lang talaga ng mga ganito.

Okay, that night para mahinto ang mga kantsaw, Sheila told few of them na may boyfriend na raw ako, at yung lalaking yun pa raw ang nagbigay ng kwintas na sinusuot ko ngayon (Haha, suot ko na kaya ‘to since last year).

On the next day, maaga akong pumunta sa office. Minutes later, nagsi-datingan ang mga major kantsawiras, Tonyo and Cheeno. Then dumating na rin si Japhet. The latter told them na sinabi raw sa kanya ni Sheila na may boyfriend si Dora, at sekreto lang yun na iilang [close friends] lang ang nakakaalam. Dahil gusto raw ni Dora na ‘wag nang ipaalam sa marami kasi nga sekreto lang yun (Haha, what a fiction!). Ang galing mag-initiate ng istorya ni Sheila. Eh, hindi ko naman inakalang paniniwalaan nila yun.

Kaya para sakyan ang drama, I posted in Facebook na Dora is “in a relationship”. Toinkz, I didn’t expect na kikiligin pala sila and eventually, maniniwala sa mga istorya ko. (Huhai, kaya ang usual response ko, tumawa nalang)

Sa mga panahong yun, sa TN office, hindi ka pwede’ng makapag-open ng Facebook account from 8:00am-6:00pm. Kaya when I checked my status on the evening, na-shock nalang ako sa comments and likes ng mga friends ko. Ehh, ano pang magagawa ko. Hindi ko na mababawi ang nasabi ko dahil naku, sila ay paniwalang-paniwala na, na finally, nagka-boyfriend na rin ako (Hahaha). So okay, go with the flow na ‘to. Pinasok mo ang gusot at panlilinlang na yan, kaya ipagpatuloy mo nalang.

Hanggang sa umabot sa bahay ang tsismis, ano bah? So I had to explain the truth. Salamat na rin at mas naniwala si Mama sa’kin kaysa kay Keray (Hahaha).

Okay, balik tayo dun sa boyfriend…Ako yung nag-decide ng school kung sa’n siya nag-aaral (ACSAT daw at 4^th year Information Technology, meaning graduating din), at ang lugar kung sa’n siya nanggaling (San Carlos City daw). While Sheila created his name, Nico Neil Cuevas (haha). Mabuti na rin at wala ang pangalan na yan sa Facebook, dahil na-iintriga na silang makita ang mukha ni Nico, wheeeh? (Haha)

Sabi pa nila, blooming daw ako nung mga panahong kami ni Nico. (Huh?) Parang wala naman akong napansin ahh (Hehe). Anyways, magandang vibes kaya sakay lang nang sakay sa trip Dora. Nung una, sina Sheila, Maribel at Ruthergen lang ang nakakaalam. Later, mga few days before the TN farewell party, I informed Cherry and Rolyn.

Sorry, hindi ko sinadya yun. Ang gusto ko lang nama’y makaiwas sa mga kantsaw. Pero thank you pa rin kay Sheila, dahil siya ang pasimuno ng lahat ng ‘to.

Di bale nah, nung nakita ko yung mga nag-like at nag-comment sa Facebook stat ko, na-appreciate ko, dahil happy din sila para sa’kin, kasi “in a relationship” na nga ako. Nakakataba ng puso kasi kung sa’n ka masaya, dun din sila masaya para sa’yo. Di ba, ang sarap ng feeling?

Pero ngayon, gusto ko nang klaruhin. Para sa mga colleagues ko sa TN, mga course mates ko sa Mass Communication, sa HS batch mates ko, sa mga friends ko, sa relatives ko, at sa ibang tao, na I am “not in a relationship”, or to be specific, I was “never in a relationship”. Hai naku, kailan kaya ako magkaka-boyfriend?

Pero ito promise ko. If in case man nga, may boyfriend na ako, babawi ako. Isusulat ko talaga’ng pangalan niya, promise na yan. Hindi ko na kayo lolokohin, hehehe… sori na gud!

Graduate na jud kog college bai!

2011-03-26T20:28:00.000-07:00

I’ve been waiting my whole life for this fateful day, and now I achieve it—the college graduation day.

Yes, out of my murmurs and non-stop complains on the difficulty of the subjects and the presence of some inconsiderate professors/instructors, I am still able to reach the fourth year, all the way to the commencement ceremony.

Out of the sleepless nights, delayed meals, attending classes having no shower, the news legging (walking under the excruciating heat of the sun), and several cramming sessions, I’ve finally come to the end.

The hours when I have attended the classes of terror professors/instructors, and the face-off to some bigwigs of the school, will no more happen (unless I’ll keep on opposing them or giving them headache though I’m no more part of the school).

The days when I have to sacrifice the “lakad with friends” because of more important things to do will be minimized soon (esp. if we’ll have the same day-off schedules once we’re employed, ahw?)

The facing in front of the computer for long hours; the countless researches done on assignments, projects and other school requirements. The nights and days when I want to sleep, but I have to stay awake to finish a task.

The asking of money from mama and papa because the allowance has been immediately consumed for food and some school-related expenses… and many other things that I have experienced in college—pain, happiness, regrets, disappointments, friendship, and more positive memories that I will forever treasure and be thankful with, for these made me who I am now.

Be humbly proud of thy self

2011-03-25T22:33:00.000-07:00

“Wala’y butol sa tawu’ng magtuon.”

Some people asked me if how is the feeling of being one of the Latin awardees, of being a Magna Cum Laude in particular.

“Very happy!” I expressively said. Who wouldn’t be happy with that? Out of the thousands of graduates, being one of the top graduates is a major, major blessing.

Before, I believed Cum Laude, Magna and Suma are very difficult to attain. But that was four to eight years ago, when I was still enjoying my secondary years.

I thought I was only enough with the salutatory and dean’s list awards, but not anymore when I’ve come to realize and confidently say that, “Sayun raman diay, pwera nalang sa Suma.” Yes, Magna is as easy as maintaining a grade 85 and above in all subjects, and gaining a GPA (General Percentage Average) of 90 and above.

I said so because if you give your heart to your lessons even though you do not like the teacher, then you will end up with an award. Love to your studies convoyed with effort and dedication, giving all the best that lies within you, then you will march with flying colors.

I know, a lot of temptations will try to pull you into the hands of the devil , but I tell you, don’t be deceived by these material pleasures, whether your friends have tried and recommended it to you, or whether they want you to be part of the first attempt.

Remember, you are sent to study so take your lessons as your priority, not your addictions. Love life is part as sign of maturity and affection to others, but weigh things and wisely decide on what is more important.

But while focusing on your studies, don’t forget about your social environment. Set aside a time for leisure and fun either with your hobby/interest or with your friends.

If you’d ask me, I was not a perfectly “good and obedient” student in college. Yes, I was sometimes (was it sometimes?) “buluyagon”. If I don’t like that thing or person, I won’t just say words, but rather instantly turned my back. And yes, I was oftentimes invited for a special meeting and reprimanding sessions by the dean, the VP for Academic Affairs, by some teachers and staff of the university because of my attitude. Another reason is being a member of the student publication.

But the top asset that I am most proud of with is my attitude of being friendly. I was not like this when I was in my early childhood days, elementary and high school years, only now when I am living away from my parents and learning to be independent. Yes, I can prove to you that I can easily make friends (with people having different attitudes) through the use of my “bingka” powers. And that’s the reason why they call me “Bingkadora”.

There is also one thing that I’m glad to have developed as I grow older—I’ve slowly diminished my shyness. Now, I can do hosting, singing, conversing with people, and do other things. Yes, college trained me this, my course did. I’ve gained self-confidence when I was high school, but that was not enough.

But I’d like to leave these pieces of advice to all my fellow students…

“Believe in yourself. Don’t be arrogant if you achieve something—small or big it may be. Treat everyone equally and share your knowledge to anyone who needs it. Prioritize your studies than your extra duties, but don’t sacrifice your socialization.”

Now, I’m floating in happiness because for the last time in my life as a student, I made my parents proud and I’ve continued raising the banner of my family. But this I will not attain without the guidance of the Lord who continually shows me the path going to the right direction. Thank you so much Father. I love you though I can’t see you.

My dear Ibing

2011-03-22T20:49:00.001-07:00

I don’t want to see people leaving… because it only pains me.

This morning, past 10am, my roommate left for Canlaon. This sweet, bubbly and cheerful girl I will forever miss. I’ve been with different roommates for four years in college, but I want to say that she’s the best among them.

Maribel has been very honest to me. She was never shy to share with me the story of her family, and personal experiences. I recall, she gave me a complete narration of the boyfriends he had since elementary.

She has been very respectful to me, especially every time I came from an overnight. I can manifest it as she strictly reprimands my board mates to be silent because “psssht, hilum mo kay natulog si Ate Dora.” Yes, I will never forget this line.

Maribel has also been very thoughtful to me especially with my schedule, wherein sometimes, I just knocked the door at dawn, and though soundly sleeping, she kindheartedly opened it for me.

For the entire school year that we lived together, she kept the room clean and beautified it all her way, especially if she found new and attractive materials. I can see she’s neat and organized.

Maribel was the only roommate who caught me crying. And no other roommate had made me cry as hard as what I did this morning when she went inside the room for the last time.

Ibing, langga bya jud taka. You always make me smile. You never wanted me to feel weak. You hug me when I’m sad. You cheer me up when I’m down.

I know you kissed me before you leave. I just pretended to be sleeping because I don’t want to see you walking away from my sight. I will miss you Bing. I love you! Ahh, gipahilak ko nimu Bing huh.

Thank you for everything Day. Thank you for understanding my attitude. Thank you for believing in me as your mentor. Thank you for the respect and trust. Thanks for all the chikka you’ve shared with me.

I wish you all the best especially with your on-going life as a Mass Communication student. Sana magtuloy-tuloy, and I’m looking forward to seeing you three years from now, marching the aisle with your own toga (same to the one hanged inside the room).

I thank God for making you part of my colorful college life. Don’t forget what I’ve texted you. For as long as I’m alive, I will always be your Ate Dora, and you can always count on me every time there are problems. I’m just a call, text or chat away. God will always bless you and Igiboy.

PS. Sori na gud kung sahay rako kayu muuli sa boarding house. Kung muuli man, mubalik ra pod dayun sa skuylahan, hehe. I love you Bing!

Remembering my previous composition

2011-03-22T11:16:00.000-07:00

December 9, 2009

On the breezy morning of June 18, 1991 in the town of Vallehermoso, an angel came to Eufemio and Miraflor, a couple who promised to love each other eternally.

The two had separate names for their child. Eufemio wants “Martha” while Miraflor go for “Christine”. Until finally, a family friend gave the baby the name “Dorothy” which according to the Almanac, means “gift of God.”

And yes, Dorothy became the first gift from heaven to the Acabo clan. The parents noticed the child’s silent and loner mannerism, but later, she developed into a bubbly and flexible girl.

Dorothy was educated with values inside the four corners of their home. She has four younger sisters—Corin Mae who is 13 years old, Maria Carla who just turned 6, Ma. Amanda who is now two years old, and Alyanna Fhem, a one-year old girl who resembles her (Dorothy’s ) face.

Her father served as town councilor of La Libertad for nine years, then stopped in politics to give full attention to his young children, while her mother is an elementary school teacher.

To start her formal schooling, Dorothy was sent to La Libertad Day Care Center and entered elementary at North Poblacion Primary School. But when she reached the 5th and 6th grades, she transferred to La Libertad Central School and graduated as batch salutatorian.

Dorothy proceeded to high school at St. Francis School and became the Vice President of the Student Government wherein she had the opportunity to attend the 1st Franciscan Leaders’ Summer Youth Camp in Calbayog City, Samar on April 2006.

Aside from school involvement, she also became the president of Aglipay Church Youth Organization-La Libertad Chapter for two years, and led the group during the annual Diocesan Summer Youth Campings.

On the other side of “Dora” as what many of her college friends call her, she is fond of singing, listening to music and watching television shows. She loves visiting other places and making more friends.

Since her aim is to become a newscaster, she took her first choice course, Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communication at Negros Oriental State University.

When she first read the school paper, she was enticed with the articles and was amazed with the writers, especially when she knew that the writers are students of the university. Though she had no news writing experience in high school, she still joined the screening for the members, and luckily, she was accepted.

Aside from that, she is also involved in other affiliations such as the Mass Communicators Society, YoungLife-Dumaguete, World Collegiate Association for Research and Principles, and more.

Now, Dora is already 18 years old. She grew up bringing the important values inculcated by her parents and the knowledge she gains out of serious studying.

Dora continued living her life to the fullest by always looking on the brighter side of life.

Imported

2011-03-21T13:34:00.000-07:00

Eighty percent (80 %) of my clothes is made from imported materials and sold in international markets. They’re of good quality but its prices are less—they are what we call the famous “ukay-ukay”.

Every time my allowance arrives, I never miss going to ukay-ukay stores. Parang kabisado ko na lahat ng lugar dito sa Dumaguete na may display’ng ukay-ukay. Nabilhan ko na yata lahat, mula sa sapatos o sandal, hanggang sa pantalon, t-shirt, dress, sinturon, at sombrero. Pati bag kasama na dyan.

Aside from its quality, ukay-ukay is the best dahil abot-kaya ang presyo at makakapili ka sa maraming choices. Like many other women, I do love ukay-ukay.

Those apparels sold in department stores can’t bet the ukay-ukays displayed in all ukay-ukay stores. At magiging fashionista ka pa kapag mas pipiliin mong pumunta sa tindahan ng ukay-ukay.

But I’ve observed changes within me these past days, because I seldom visit ukay-ukay stores for I am preoccupied with foods. Sorry, matakaw din kasi ako ehh, hehe…

Happy 53rd birthday, Papa

2011-03-20T19:20:00.000-07:00

I always say, "You're the best man in my life." Yes, every girl (if not all, then majority) would consider their father as their best man.

But if I am asked, I would be firm to claim that you're my man and I want to be with someone like you to share the rest of my days with.

This time, I want to be honest in saying that you're the most important person for me. And I can't imagine how my life would evolve without you.

I love you so much pa, and I mean these words. I promise, I will never forget the things you taught me and the lessons in life you shared to me.

I could still recall when late at night, while all of them were sleeping, we were still awake, talking about things that make sense but in different manners, either joke or serious.

When I was in high school, I could still recall when we argue or debate in English which intrigued our neighbors; the preparing of my breakfast since I was in kindergarten all the way to high school; the helping out of my assignments when I was in elementary; the making of some of my projects; your presence in attending every PTCA meeting; the putting up of my ribbon every closing ceremony; the togetherness while both of us were reading; the times when I was observing you feeding the pigs in the pen until I learn; the cultivating of a small vacant lot and developing it by planting vegetables; the fixing of our damaged shoes and slippers through your talent in sewing using a special material; the walking up at night to check if we are all sleeping...

There are still many memories between us, but the most unforgettable of all was when I was very young that time, you were fixing the fishing net, and I was at the shore playing with the sands alone. I knew I am secured because you were at the reached of my sight. While working, you were watching over me.

Pa, I really love you. I just cry if I miss you because starting the day I entered college, I can seldom see you and talk with you like we usually did before... and because I can only return home once in two or three months.

Pa, you are my greatest teacher and counselor. You are the most generous person I know. This fulfillment I am near to attain in college, I offered to you and to mama.

You are not only good or better, but you are the best person in my world. Thank you Papa Eufemio "Pepe" Acabo. I thank God for giving you to me, to be my father.

Feeding program and blurred speech

2011-03-16T22:40:00.000-07:00

Maganda na rin yun, na before ako lalayas sa NORSU, na-witness kung pa'no pinakain at pinasaya ng NORSU ang lahat ng estudyante'ng umattend sa symposium kanina sa gym, kabilang na dyan lahat ng faculty and staff, all officers, cadets and cadettes of three ROTC Units—Army, Naval, Air Force, mga estudyante galing sa iba’t ibang korsu at antas, mga bisita, at lahat ng nandun kanina.

In my four-year stay in this institution, it only happens now, as in ngayon lang. Hmmmn, bakit kaya? Kanino kayang gastos yun—kay Binay, kay Daddy o pera lang din ng mga estudyante? (haha!)

Pero di bale na, basta at least naisip nila ang hakbang na yun para maganahang makinig ang mga estudyante sa boring na lectures (hindi naman lahat, pero karamihan). I’m sorry to comment that way.

Anyways, let me react on my encounter observation with the Republic of the Philippines Vice President, Hon. Jejomar “Jojo” Binay, on his visit and lecture this morning about “Poverty Alleviation and Climate Change”.

First, I know many can testify that Binay is an effective leader committed to genuine public service and possesses a heart of improving the lives of his constituents (ebidensya dyan ang Makati). But, the problem during his talk was, I can hardly understand the words coming out from his mouth because of the way he speaks. Even all my classmates did, that we have to ask each other and clarify if what that word is/words are.

Yes, it was my first time listening him speak in the very front of me. Maybe, he was only worn out that time, that’s why he could not pronounce the words clearly. But as far as my sense of hearing is concern, his focus in his speech was food security and agriculture.

Now I realize that you don’t have to be a good public speaker to win the support of people and to acquire a public office. Because what matters is how you will serve them, not through the use of your mouth, but through your excellent, remarkable actions.

More info:
Binay has paved a visit to NORSU for two times now.
Sen. Miguel Zubiri was supposed to be gracing the event, but because of an important hearing in the Congress, he was represented by (I forgot the name of the person).

(Sayang, lah nuon ko kita ni Tito Mig).

Happy, yipee, yehey!

2011-03-15T11:39:00.000-07:00

I was crying last night because of happiness. Yes, with no other reason but happiness. Thank you mama and papa, thank you very much.

I was writing something that time, but when my cousin arrived and handed me a thing from them (mama and papa), I was stopped, and then I started crying.

It was a 'tears of joy' because I was just overwhelmed with what I received, plus reading the letter of my sister. It was a night of joy, yehey!

Big predator

2011-03-13T13:38:00.000-07:00

According to the survey conducted by my course mates, Sheila Marie Catacutan and Roselyn Gajelloma, students spend P50-P100/daily including the expenses for social networking, video and online games, research and other works which involve the use of the internet.

If these students spend that amount, then how come I am spending more than a hundred a day? When I can also access to a free internet in the office? Hoh, that’s how spendthrift I am.

My allowance is mostly spent for food, because this is where I find happiness with. I love eating. Yes, I do love eating!

I have less care on my clothes, my footwear, my hair, my skin, my face, and other things in me, because my thought is always set on foods.

And glad that my parents understand that, especially when I immediately tell them that I have no more money here. Hindi naman halata sa katawan ko, hindi nga ako mahilig kumain, hahaha…

Oh holy night

2011-03-11T22:57:00.000-08:00

March 11, 2011 is a very fruitful day. This morning, we were jumping in triumph because of the success of our research-survey. Now, I just got back to the office after attending two consecutive fellowships from two different religious organizations which are close to my heart—the YoungLife and Student Movement for Christ.

Let me first share about the first group, YoungLife. I became a member of this when I was 17, when I joined its one week October Camp (OKKA) through the invitation of Mary Dawn Valencia at Trinity Ranch, Compostela, Cebu for one week using my boarding house rental fee which is P700.

The registration was supposed to be P800 (that includes the fare, food and accommodation for five days at Compostela), but Sir Noel Yasi and Ate Milo Yasi are very understanding. And so with that amount, I was given the opportunity to attend OKKA 2007. I’ve already made several blogposts about YoungLife and OKKA, but again, I would say that it was the best among all the camps that I’ve attended.

However, I can infrequently attend the weekly Wednesday gathering at the YL-Center in Piapi because of academic reasons. And I’m very thankful that Sir Yasi, Ate Milo and the rest of the members understand me.

Tonight is supposed to be YL’s “A Tribute to the Graduates” at PHCCI that’s why I invited my classmates. But Aisa, another YoungLifer said that it will be moved to another date. But it’s still okay, very okay.

Next is the Student Movement for Christ which worship center is just a few distance away from our boarding house, or shall I say, our neighbor.

Honestly, I’ve been hearing their praises on Saturdays, Sundays, and some other days, but tonight is the first time that I attended their fellowship through the invitation of my course mate, Roselyn Gajelloma (or Mami Rose as I call her).

I then realized how important this night for them is, because this is their last fellowship for school year 2010-2011. Wow, I must be very lucky and blessed to have attended their last gathering, but first for me.

I’ve met and befriended more students through that, and found out that the usual and rarely seen faces inside my campus are also SMCians who attend fellowships regularly and loudly praise God.

Yehey, thank You so much for the night Lord, thank You for all the opportunities.

Ideal tandem

2011-03-11T18:08:00.000-08:00

We’re finally done with our research-survey and defend in Communication Research II of Ma’am Joy Perez. Well what can I say? But a big smile which says “Thank You Lord!”

Yes, we’re done with this. From formulating questions, going to and fro Ma’am Joy’s office, distributing more than a hundred survey sheets, roving around the corners of Main Campuses I and II and even to Campus III (which is the Freedom Park) for almost three weeks, asking students if they are fraternity/sorority members, requesting them to fill the questionnaire adding that this is only for our final requirement in one of the major subjects, and that this will not harm them and their group, compiling, tallying, analyzing, encoding, finalizing, until the day of proving and defending the gathered data, now very glad that we reached this peak with our instructor who did not complicate our study in the end.

I’m grateful that my partner on this research is someone who observes deadline and someone who has great aim of passing, thus I wanted to recognize her, Ms. Mardy Deciar.

Mardy and I for years have always had that good partnership because we know each other and we understand one another. If I would be asked first if who I want to pair with, I would immediately choose her because she’s not lazy, and she has this attitude that “this should be done as soon as possible.” In her part also (such as during the selection of partners for this survey when I was absent), she would also choose me. I don’t know what her reason is, but I think she found me as someone who can be trusted or relied upon or someone who is responsible with school tasks too.

But sad to say, this is our last partnership in college. Moreover, I can attest that Mardy is a dedicated student. Yehey, we did it again ma’am.

Glutton’s day

2011-03-09T19:22:00.000-08:00

Chicken, meat, beef, rice, burger, chips, biscuit, shake, ice cream—ito lang naman ang mga nilamon ko ngayong araw.

Ash Wednesday pala at hindi ko na namalayan ang significance ng araw na ito, basta ang ginawa ko lang ay kumain nang kumain, gumastos at magpakasaya, dahil dito naman ako masaya eh, sa pagkain.

Anyways, I just like to share other things aside from foods. Yesterday, I received our official yearbook. Ang sarap talaga ng feeling pag nandiyan ka na, kasama yung iba na ga-graduate rin hopefully this March 26.

This morning (related pa rin sa graduation), I read an announcement that “togas” (or graduation gowns) can be claimed next Friday (that’s for College of Arts and Sciences students alone).

Wow, I can smell it. Graduation is really near, kaya nga we’re pressured by our instructors to finish all the requirements before the deadline of the submission of grades to the registrar.

So, ‘wag ka munang magpakasaya nang todo Dora. Alalahanin mo muna ang mga projects mo, hahaha…

Good evening people!

Kilig2x

2011-03-04T18:27:00.000-08:00

Hahai, your simple tap on my shoulder, smile, and a “go” encouragement mean so much to me. Ahh, I’m, so kilig right now. My afternoon never turned dull because we met and communicated with each other.

Every time I see you, I’m filled with color, I am inspired. When I see you approaching my way, I want to make sure that I look happy.

If you only knew that I admire you, then you will realize that everything you show to me is already considered a big thing on my part.

Wheeeh, esturyahe! But this is just a crush to someone who is intelligent, talented, good-looking, and someone who has a very nice attitude.

My phone?

2011-03-02T17:46:00.000-08:00

“Ate, naa diri text ate (1 message receive)”

You were a birthday gift to me by mama and papa on my 17th birthday. Jing2x chose you for me. You cost P3, 100 when I first saw you. You looked very cute, that’s why we got attracted with you.

Thousands of sent and received text messages, hundreds of calls were already stored in your memory; more than thousands of Godly, romantic, heartbreaking, and inspirational quotes which became my best avenues whenever I’m alone; jokes and trivias which were my best therapy when I’m lonely.

You contain numerous contacts with friends, relatives, colleagues, crushes, private persons with high positions, with professors/instructors, government officials and employees, and even with the president of your school.

You gave me the chance to chit and chat with the people I love, especially those who are miles away from me.

You know all my secrets through the owner’s notes which served as a diary, a tale of the most important (happiest and saddest) events in the days of my life.

Your casing had been changed for more or less five times only. You fell to the ground for countless times already, but I admired your durability because you still functioned very well, not until, the last quarters of 2010 came, when you started blinking in frailty. Your sim card easily loosened, that’s why I tied you using a rubber band, and you survived the test.

We’ve been together for almost three years, but today, you finally give up, and I understand that.

I will surely miss you my Nokia 1680 cellular phone. You became part of my colorful and challenging life in college. You will always be my treasure though you’re physically dead.

This post is a manifesto of how much I love you.

Cheerless

2011-02-28T10:29:00.000-08:00

…I am very excited to read the notes and writings I left in a white cottage (located on top of a rock formation) at Salagdoong during my last visit to Siquijor on September 13, 2009.

…I am very excited for my first time of hosting a magazine show (though it’s only for the class but we don’t know, our instructor might upload the finish product in Youtube, Facebook or other sites where I could be discovered). Ahw? Haha…

But stop the illusion Dora. You’re shooting is postponed. But don’t worry, you’ll have another make-up, another round of “pakang-pakang” on cam exposure next Saturday. Hopefully, this will be it—the Siquijor trip and magazine show shoot.

All is still well (taken from the three idiots)

2011-02-27T21:36:00.000-08:00

All of us (4th year Mass Comms) only had a four to six-hour sleep after shooting the first group’s magazine show in Mabinay, yesterday. It was tedious, yet fun.

I and my group which is assigned to feature the island of Siquijor will be shooting today—Sunday, February 27, 2011. As host of the show, I prepared the copy of the script for the three segments, charged the video camera and set the other equipment that will be needed. I snoozed 30 minutes past midnight and woke up at 4:10AM, so I only had a less than three hour-rest.

As told by Amor (and as what was told to her by someone from Jazzel fast craft ticket booth), there’s a 5:15AM trip from Dumaguete to Siquijor. But when we arrived at the seaport, a man said that the earliest trip to Siquijor on Sundays is 9AM through Delta fast craft. Since my classmates were in the port as early as 5 in the morning, some of them opted to stay there, while some went out to eat, and others went back to their every house, like me who nap for a while in my boarding house.

When we were ready for the 9AM trip, we bought tickets and paid the terminal fee. But my classmates told that the trip is moved to 10AM. Okay, fine. But we proceeded inside so the wardrobe and make-up personnel can give me a face-lift, fix my hair and my attire for the opening shoots of the show.

Yes, I love my make-up so much. Thanks to Ruthergen’s creative hands and Abigail for my exotic hairstyle. Unfortunately, the trip is again moved to 10:30AM, yet we started shooting for the departure (kuno) of the host and the crew, and of course, my opening spill.

“We are now leaving the City of Gentle People and in God’s will, despite the bad weather, we are riding safely in Delta 3 to see what lies ahead in the mystical island,” I can clearly recall my line when I was about to get inside the vessel.

Yes, we were comfortably sitted, excited (especially for the first timers) to visit Siquijor. I also am very excited for our magazine show as the first group is already done shooting.

But after several minutes of waiting for the vessel to start, a fast craft crew announced that, “We will be delayed for 10 minutes ma’am, sir.” Hahai, another delay (napod?) for the nnth time. Okay, good that some passengers were patient. But more than 10 minutes had passed, so the passengers started querying. Some stood to clarify, while many complained about Delta’s inconvenience.

Then all the passengers at the back stood up and lined up to get out of the vessel. We also followed what they did. Aside from radio reporter Mr. John Dx Lapid who is also our instructor in this subject, a certain Alex who is also a radio personality said, “Wala’y ayu ning Delta. Kitang duha, ato ning banatan ugma (telling to Dx)” That’s good so they (Delta Management) will learn their lesson.

The real reason why the trip was postponed was because of the faulty engine. But why didn’t the Delta crew check on this prior the trip so they could have informed the passengers earlier. Aren’t they checking their machines and engines before departing? The blame is really put on the heads of these Delta personnel. So negligent!

The passengers were mad, disappointed. And who wouldn’t feel gloomy with that, when you’re more than prepared to accomplish your purpose of going into that place, yet your efforts, money, materials, etcetera will only turn to ashes? When a vehicle is already waiting as you and the whole group arrives in Siquijor? Why? Why our group? Why today? Does the machine problem or deferment indicate that an unwanted thing is waiting in the island if we’ll insist to pursue with the trip?

On the other side of the port, Jazzel fast craft was approaching. It came from Siquijor. I saw the arrogant faces of its crew upon seeing that Delta encountered problem and that its passengers are bad tempered. As it reaches the port, Delta passengers were rushing to buy ticket for Jazzel so they can ride on the soonest possible trip. Our group instead, stopped at the other corner and just looked at the rushing passengers. We’ve decided not to pursue because we have no more enough time to shoot in four different locations (the second segment will feature two places), and after realizing that by 4PM (which is the last trip), we have to go back to Dumaguete. Alang-alang na kayu’s oras.

As a distant, we saw passengers getting in Jazzel fast craft. They looked relieved. But after few minutes, they went out, and then get in. But then again, they went out because they are overloaded. My gosh, does this have to happen today in two sea vessels before our very eyes? I believe this is really a sign of bad occurrence…that if the passengers pursue, maybe something will happen in the middle of their trip.

When Nestle and I left, the passengers were still outside and we don’t know what happened next. But I do regret the trip. Makaguol kaayu. We’re all ready, but due to an engine problem and negligence of the crew, we have to bear with them and with the weather, and accept the fact that we are postponed.

So that’s it! That’s the postponed Siquijor magazine shoot. We’ll be moving the shoot next week, but I and my classmates have already spent more, more than a lot—foods to fares to other stuffs—just for this.

Maybe today is not our day to shoot. Yes, maybe a sign that February 27 is the day to rest. Okay, the shoot is rescheduled to March 6, 2011. I hope that that would be the right time. Please grant that to us Lord. Help us make this shooting a successful one. Please guide us in the whole trip.

Grrhhh

2011-02-24T10:28:00.000-08:00

Pasensya na jud kaayu sa mga tawung wala nako natagad gabie. Gisapot man gud ko.

Makasapot man gud ning ubang tawu, makalagot. Mao nang malukop nalang kog pamalikas tungod sa kalagot. Ug diha sa maong kalagot, alahig tanang tawu. Wala’y lami ikatawa, napuno’g "piste, yawa, pakshit" akong kalibutan. Yati jud, yati jung mga tawhana. Litse!

Mao nang layhan kong ihangyo sa tanan nga palihug sabta ra ko ninyu kung magmuro na gane ko, kung mag-kinatsila ginagmay. Mao na’y timailhan nga galagot jud ko anang mga panahona, gisapot. Grrhhh…

Because I'm interested

2011-02-23T14:36:00.000-08:00

“I want to work at the Provincial Agriculture’s Office.”

This I told to myself when yesterday morning, I entered PAO. It was not my first time. In fact, during our Environmental Journalism class last semester, PAO was one of our ‘to-go’ offices, in other words, “suki”.

I am the spokesperson (kuno) of the class, so I usually get in first before the others. I introduce the class, the intention of coming, and ask if the interviewee is available. So usually, I am the subject of sometimes ‘harsh’, sometimes ‘mild’ refusals. Seldom when I encounter good employees, officers and interviewees.

Every time I enter PAO, there’s always this different ambiance—inviting and friendly. The employees in the office are very welcoming and accommodating. That’s why I said, “I want to work here,” principally because of its people.

I instantly had this friendly conversation and connection with PAO Clerk II, Ma’am Leonida Sarming. She’s a former barangay captain, serving 20 years in Talay, Dumaguete City. She shared me her story of acquiring a position in PAO while not earning eligibility and licensed from the Civil Service Commission, and only using her Barangay Captain eligibility through the endorsement of former Governor Emilio Macias.

She’s very kind and really different from the rest of the employees I know. I like her actually because of her attitude and the way she receives people coming in the office.

Because of my intention to work in PAO, I asked her if there are job opportunities or available slots for Mass Com graduates in the office, but she honestly told me that Mass Com grads could hardly find jobs in agriculture offices such as the Negros Oriental Agriculture Office.

Ahh, okay ma’am, *sigh*. Anyways, PAO will always be one of my favorite offices to conduct an interview and to befriend employees.

Oh my crush

2011-02-22T18:10:00.000-08:00

Sana ang pagpili ng lalaking makakasama ay kasing dali lang nang pagpili ng isda sa palengke—kung gusto mong bilhin, makukuha mo agad-agad. Kung nais mong mapasayo siya, mapupunta siya sayo’ng talaga.

Ito ay isa sa mga hindi masyadong makabuluhang blogposts.

May crush ako, pero hindi ultimate crush. Basta crush ko talaga siya dahil ang gwapo niya. I can’t take my eyes off him, basta crush ko siya, super! Kung siya ang magiging boyfriend ko, naku, I would be the luckiest, happiest, most confident lady in town.

Kaso lang, there was one time na nakita ko siyang may kasamang iba. I believe girlfriend niya yun dahil nagho-holding hands sila while walking. Ahh, nakakainis. Nakakajelous.

Sabi ko di ba, this is one of the few nonsense posts in this blog. Di bale nah, basta crush na crush ko siya, talaga. Sana, akin nalang siya. Ngayon na! haha…

Food trip

2011-02-22T09:51:00.000-08:00

From Habhaban to the boulevard, to McDonalds, to Dunkin Donuts—this was our route for the unplanned food trip with Manoy last night.

We treat each other but he spent more than me, haha. Don’t worry Noy, next time will be my turn. Ahh, I remember, I treated you last week at boulevard’s tempura and Mcdo.

I’m glad to be the first one to bring Manoy to Habhaban, the same thing that I did to some of my friends (but not in Habhaban, in other places where there’s no scarcity of foods)

At Mcdo, we did the same practice—leaving a note to the crew who will be cleaning the table using the tissues and ketchup.

At the boulevard, he saw his high school classmate. They had long conversation, and I just let them, maybe they miss each other.

But for the second time (which I was not happy at), no Icy Choco was available. Ahh, I hate it! I’ve been craving for days just to drink Icy Choco. With Bavarian, these are my most favorite in Dunkin. Again, it was wrong timing.

Anyways, my night ended with a smile and full stomach because of that food trip. By the way, Manoy is my illuminati intrigued/fascinated board mate.

Sorry

2011-02-21T15:07:00.000-08:00

“It disappoints me.”

It was sad hearing these exact words from the mouth of Sir Amardz, an instructor who I respected, I looked up to, and I admired the most to the extent that I am considering him as an inspiration.

He said this referring to our scores in the previous exam. I turned my head down because I know that I am one of those who got low scores. He even mentioned that out of 30 items, only 18 was the highest, and when he checked some of the papers, he didn’t mind checking the rest because he knew that it would be of no difference from the preceding ones.

I posted in my blog before that I’ve not studied even a single statement from last week’s lessons. I admit that I’ve been neglectful to my responsibilities due to some emotional reasons.

I know a simple ‘sorry’ from me and from the whole class is not enough to gain back the trust you once give to us. Yes, everyone became too confident that even studying your lesson never come to anyone’s minds.

But I promise that I will give you another high score as I will provide ample time to reading and absorbing my notes and recalling the things I’ve learned from your discussions. I know my classmates will also do on the next exams.

But, we are very sorry sir for disappointing you.

Clean sheet

2011-02-16T16:01:00.000-08:00

I was preoccupied with anger these past few days that’s why I have neglected some of my school responsibilities. Just like what happened this morning. I forgot that we have an exam in Journalism Ethics class, but I wasn’t able to study even a single line of the previous week’s lesson.

So the best thing I did was consulting the commonsense. There were some questions which one can answer by using his logic, but there were also some irrefutably items which one ordinary student could hardly understand and which require the explanation of an expert.

Thus, some items were left blanked, very clean. So what will I do if I have no more answer? Then submit the paper! I can’t cheat because my instructor doesn’t deserve to be cheated. I respect this man and I don’t want to do some kind of deception in front of him.

So it doesn’t matter if I have no answer as long as I did not cheat just to gain score and make the instructor believe that I’ve really studied the lesson.

My big and small best friends

2011-02-14T20:35:00.000-08:00

Yes, I hate my dean and the Vice President for Academic Affairs of this school. They hate me, so we hate each other. And why would I insist myself to them when whatever I do, they will never be pleased, they will never be glad. But if I’ve done a small mistake or bigger blunder, then they are very mad, that the best thing to do is to kick me out of the school right at the moment.

I wouldn’t mind them, these self-proclaimed educated, highly respected, perfectionist people. I don’t have to stay closer to them or do whatever will please them because I know what I’m doing, I know how I show and treat people, and I know what I mean and what I want to express when I act even if for them, it is appalling.

But don’t worry ma’am, I still have respect on you, a little respect. And one thing, your misery with me will end soon because few weeks from now, I want to make sure that I will leave your school with no teardrops in the doorstep of your offices. And I still thank you for adding spice to my college life. I also wanted to assure that your names will never be forgotten.

Few weeks from now, you will never be able to see this face again and hear the name, Dorothy Mae Acabo. But I would like to leave a message, or can I suggest? Will you please change a little of your attitude in handling people? But if that’s you, then what can I do. Good luck to others, but just fight. Don’t let them spoil your college life.

Narrative of the lost eve

2011-02-12T17:25:00.000-08:00

Intro: 10:30 in the evening.

I was from our major instructor's cabin as we were on the height of preparing for our Internet Radio, a midterm requirement in Radio and TV production class. This was given late to us so we have to do this as early as possible so we won't be run after by our final requirements. Considering that we are graduating students, so we have to finish all the requirements on the week before the date of graduation. `

I rode in a motorcycle and told the driver, "Mcdo Nong." I noticed that the road between STEDS Convenience Store-Silliman and Portal West was closed. I saw a stage in the middle of the guarded area. "Ahh, a concert!" Yes, I believed there was a concert that night.

When the tricycle passed by Opeñas, down to Kamalig, I saw a lady stepping down from her car, wearing make up with her sexy party attire. That was the time when I realized, "Ahh, Friday pala."

When we passed by the lively Rizal Boulevard, I saw entertainers on stage, some on the areas where guests and visitors are sitting, and the whole road packed with people (young and old, men and women)

They were happy. I could vividly spot the joyful, pleasant faces of everyone in the area while I, was "nanampiling" while sittting inside the vehicle. I reached Mcdo, yes I did! But I didn't feel the happiness when many or say group of teenagers welcomed by sight when was I just about to push the glass door of the food chain.

I knew I looked worn out with my hair unfixed, so I went to the comfort room first and fixed everything before taking my order. "Take out," I told the girl (who was also a friend of mine) assigned in the area. I was supposed to include Sundae in my order, but since I will be taking the foods out, I just bought burger and fries.

I headed to Dunkin Donuts as I've decided to drink Icy Choco instead of those cold drinks and desserts from Mcdo. My buds were craving for something chocolaty so I can't wait to drink the Icy Choco.

But, no more Icy Choco was available. I walked to Jollibee, but few steps before reaching the chain, I've decided to step back to order the Hot Choco of Dunkin.

So I did. For the sake of staying a long time and to settle in a place where I could eat my take out Mcdo foods, I ordered Hot Choco. But I love Icy Choco more than the hot beverage. One thing that heartened me to stay in Dunkin was the melodic, love-filled, and serene ambiance of the place compared to other 24-hour open stores.

I saw lovers, pairs passing in front of the chain, some were getting in and out of it, and some were seated on my adjacent. But better that I wasn't the only unaccompanied lady inside, actually there were only two of us. The other girl's sight (I observed) was pointed in one direction. I can't say that she was lonely (or brokenhearted, was she?) because she can still manage to smile. But I believe there is pain (only a little) inside her, and she just let it fade through eating, which reminds me of myself (as I also turn to foods whenever I'm sad).

At a distant, I saw a lady wearing a long light green gown. I'm sure she was from a prom night. Few seconds, I saw another lady wearing a red, below the knee dress, with her man. How sweet. I felt the magic of love on that night because of the many lovers that passed in front of my sight. It was already 11:37 pm when I checked on the time. But I still didn't want to go back to the boarding house.

Everything was unexpected, unplanned, the more than an hour experience in the downtown area of Dumageute City, and even the act of narrating this account. It was exactly 11:49 when I was able to ride back home. I saw more groups of young individuals in different corners of the city even in streets, drinking liquors, smoking, or maybe some were taking drugs. Who knows, I might be right with that. But principally, the number of couples never surpasses the crowd of teenagers. February is truly the month of love.

PS. I wish I could have someone who in a single call or text, will be there if you want a company. But I understand. You don't own most of their time just to be with you, especially when their reasons are valid.

Pa'no kaya to?

2011-02-08T13:09:00.000-08:00

May mga simpleng bagay na kayang gawin ng ibang tao, pero hindi kayang gawin ng isang tulad ko. Tulad nito:

1. Itaas ang kilay nang hindi sabay. Ewan ko kung pa’no ba yan. Sa ilan, ang daling magtaas ng kilay sa mga kaaway or sa mga taong insecure, hahaha...

2. Mag-tumbling. Ilang beses kong ti-nry pero di pa rin. Okay, tanggap ko nalang.

3. Mag-split. Naku, ayokong mabalian, masakit din yun ahh.

4. Umakyat sa puno. Noon kaya, pero ngayon di na pwede, mahirap na kapag mahulog.

5. Mag-drive ng motor. Di ko ma-dare, mabigat ang motor, tsaka ayokong makipag-patintero sa ibang sasakyan sa kalsada.

6. Mag-ballet. Naku, wala talaga akong talent diyan.

7. Mag-gitara. Kahit ilang beses kong sinubukan, hindi ako talaga kailanman matututo ng gitara, I believe.

8. Mag-swimsuit habang nasa beach or resort. Sorry pero, di ko pa rin kaya. Isa pa, di bagay sa katawan ko.

9. Mag-shades sa loob ng campus. Gusto ko kung ano yung nakita nila sa’kin, yun na yun.

10. Maglakad ng mag-isa sa Quezon Park (sa gabi). Baka mapagkamalan akong pokpok.

11. Manood ng Rated XXX na porn. Eew, nakakasuka kaya yan. Kahit marami pa kaming manood, naku tatanggi pa rin ako.

12. Sirain ang computer at ayusin lang kaagad. Sa mga teknikalitis, bogz ako diyan.

13. Uminom ng isang boteng alak. Okay lang if 3-4 shots or lesser, sasakit ang ulo ko agad.

14. Makipag-hug sa mga tao’ng palagi kong nakikita, pwera nalang sa mga kapatid ko. Di ako mahilig sa hugs ehh, di kasi ako sweet na tao.

15. Makipag-away sa daan. Naku, napaka-minus points niyan.

16. Mag-memorize ng one-paragraph For Lang passage within 15 minutes. Haha, anong akala, genius?

17. Makipag-away sa teachers. Kahit galit sa ilan, pero I always maintain my respect for them.
18. Gumastos ng malaki para sa buhok, skin, at kung anu-ano pang abubot. Aksaya lang yan ng pera.
19. Bumili ng tsinelas na lampas P100 ang presyo. Pampaa lang yan, ayoko ring gumastos ng malaki para sa bagay na iaaapak ko lang sa kung saan-saang maputik at mabato'ng lugar. Kaya nga wala akong Havaianas at Ipanema ehh, Havanas at Spartan marami, haha.

20. Makipag-flirt. Kaya nga wala akong boyfriend ehh, haha, joke! Pero sa totoo, hindi ko talaga alam pa’no makipag-flirt. Sa tingin ko, mabuti na rin yun.

21. Umiyak sa harap ng teacher. As much as possible, kailangan maipakita ko na hindi ko kailangang magmamakaawa para bigyan ng mataas na grado. Kailangan maipakita ko sa kanya (sa abot ng aking makakaya) na kaya ko ang kanyang hamon.

22. Magtambay buong araw. Mas okay nang marami akong ginagawa, yung di ka na makatulog dahil kailangang may matapos ka, kaysa walang ginagawa at sasakit lang ang ulo dahil walang inatupag.

23. Maging hangin sa kung anuman ang naging achievement mo. Kasi, hindi kami tinuruan na maging hambong. Isa pa, hindi mabuti ang ugaling na yan.

Yan ay iilan lang sa mga simpleng bagay pero para sa'kin ay mahirap gawin. Salamat sa pagbabasa. Magandang araw!

Relieved

2011-02-07T18:21:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I cried. But today, I smile.

Yes, I found the light that will lead me all the way to March. This I owe to our adviser in the publication, Mr. Romulo “Romy” Amarado. If not because of him who did everything through the use his intellect, logic, and knowledge, and his defenses, I would still be seeing myself in fret this time.

Thank you Lord. You listened to my prayers. Lord, I’m very happy today. It’s hard to express, but I’m just very thankful and happy.

Thank you for giving us someone like Sir Amardz.

Grasya

2011-02-06T23:05:00.000-08:00

Punong-puno, busog na busog ang tiyan dahil katatapos lang kumain sa Shakey’s, kasama sila. Ahw? Haha, Masaya lang dahil first time ko dun, alam mo namang hindi ako maka-afford sa mga ganyan. Ang mga barkada ko rin, katulad ko lang din, mas pipiliin yung kung saan makakakain kami na marami pero maliit lang ang mababayad.

Sayang na empty battery yung cam ko, nai-document ko na sana yung first appearance ko sa Shakey’s, haha. Sana rin nandito sila Carla, Manda, Yanna at Keray para makakain din sila sa Shakey’s. Di bale, alam ko may Part 2 pa yung kain nay un (gluttony actually, may take home pa nga). Ayos na rin, may nai-share ako sa mga boardmates ko.

Salamat Lord! Alam mo namang isa sa mga nagpapasaya sa’kin ay pagkain. Di naman halata sa timbang ko, hehehe. Lord, sana more blessings to come pa for my family, my friends, and to all I love.

Emotional cruelty

2011-02-04T23:42:00.000-08:00

The music is beating loudly. The people are laughing so hard, everyone is happy. The vehicles are rushing. The winds are blowing. The flowers are blooming. The children are shouting. Yet, I’m here…sitting, crying while writing, alone.

I thought this will gonna be a victorious day as I and my teammates won the quiz bowl competition this afternoon, but I was wrong. Today, February 4, is a sorrowful day after hearing the sad truth about someone who I trust and respected, and considered not just a friend, but a brother. It’s just so sad knowing the reality.

Why do You let this happen to us? Why us? Is this what You want? Why now when the day is coming nearer that I and my whole family will be rejoicing because of my achievement in college? I’ve been waiting for this moment in my whole life, yet will only be ruined by an incident that happened when I wasn’t at the actual location, when I was in my real home.

Lord, keep us out of this difficult situation. Please, I’m begging you. I don’t know how to tell this to mama and papa because they, my friends, and all my relatives are expecting, believing that I will graduate this March, that I will leave the school with a clean record and reputation.

Lord, help us. I don’t want to be stuck here. I have dreams for my family, for myself, for my life. I want to chase those dreams Lord, and I believe that the day after the most-awaited march, will be the start of turning those dreams into reality. Please help us.

Strange stranger

2011-02-03T20:35:00.000-08:00

We’ve been conducting this communication research/survey for two weeks now. We’ve been to different corners of main campuses I and II. We’ve met and approached many faces, but only one person captured my attention.

It was one Wednesday afternoon. We saw this guy sitting alone with his earphones while reading the contents of his notebook. I think he was studying that time.

He really looked like a frat member (as our study focuses on students joining in fraternities). So we went near him. I introduced myself, course and intention of doing the survey. He wasn’t able to hear my opening spill so I repeated my statement for clarity.

While my partner went to the other side to approach other students, I opted to stay and waited for the guy to finish answering. Later, he started talking. He was asking if this is part of our field study. I answered, “No, this is for our thesis.”

That was the start of my attraction to him. He looks like a real bad boy, different from the rest, but his attitude is opposite to how he projects in public. “He’s a good man,” I told myself.

I was just deeply amazed and impressed with him especially when he continued asking, “Unsa gane ng year anang second year high school ka?” I wasn’t able to get his point when he asked me this, so I responded, “Huh, unsa gane to?” while giving him a smile. He explained, “Kana ganeng usual age if second year ka. Pananglitan, seven if grade one.” Ahh, I now know what he meant. “Fourteen!” I said. “Kay if 4th year ka, 16 man, then 3rd year, 15.” I continued. Then he smiled and nodded his head up and down.

My research partner came back. She was at my back when the guy handed me the questionnaire. His smile was so appealing that one couldn’t expect that it comes from a “bad looking” guy.

Later when I know that he’s a member of the Knights of Columbus (in their church) because of my partner’s revelation that the guy is her crush, and that she let me be the one to approach him because she’s shy.

My partner told me more stories about the guy as the latter has been her crush for a long time. She furthered that the guy reminds her of her boyfriend—a guy in “bad looks” but good in persona. But her boyfriend is far from her as the latter is currently residing in Mindanao (while she’s in Visayas).

Now going back to the guy who caught my spirit, my eyes continued glimpsing at him from afar. Luckily after 30 minutes, we saw him again at the entrance of the school as students were barred from going out of the campus because of the event being held inside, the opening of the amphitheater.

He was there—sitting, chatting with his seatmate who we believed was also his brother in fraternity, and looking at anybody who passed by.

We continued the survey but it seemed that my eyes wanted to see and talk with him again, even for a short while.

I think I like him. I do. Not because of his appearance but because of his character that makes him stand out from the rest. And I seldom find people like him.

Pahabol na Salita: Sana ma-recognize pa rin niya ako pag-magkita kami ulit. Hahai, inlab na yata ako. Haha, ahw?

Now stop judging

2011-01-31T15:55:00.000-08:00

“Don’t judge the book by its own cover.”

I came from the adoration chapel of the Cathedral last night. When I was about to push the door for an exit, I noticed a familiar face at the corner. He was our instructor in Opinion Writing class. He was sited silently and seriously faced the altar.

At first, I can’t believe that he also goes to places like this because of how I known him. I admit I’ve been too judgmental. Thus, as I walked, I realized that it’s wrong to judge others by basing on their cover or physical looks and their actions.

Honestly, I hate this person not because of the way he teaches his students, but because of irreligiously doing his job as an instructor. There are also many times when the whole class likes him, but very seldom.

As I and the rest of my classmates have observed, he is the type of perfectionist, strict, wise, bossy, strong-minded, proud and goal-oriented man. But despite these, we can also attest that he is kind. However, greed prevails in his whole being. I’m sorry to say that.

Let me share. There was one time when he was not satisfied with the letter we presented to him. That was in connection with our educational trip in Bohol last semester. He was mad. He told us frankly that he didn’t want to encounter flaws, that he is a “perfectionist”. But we have recovered from that irate experience.

Discussion-wise, he is good. He employs reality issues, concerns and situations. He expounds his argument by citing several considerable points. We got much realization out of his lecture. We are sometimes amazed with his ideas.

This man is hated by many. He is judged by the way he staged himself in front of some people, of his employees, and to others who became acquainted with his first phase attitude. Maybe that’s just how he wants to project—to be respected or to be feared.

But any bad has a good counterpart. So even though how terrible we knew someone, there is still something in him which is good, still unseen and unrevealed.

Addicting whiff

2011-01-30T17:16:00.000-08:00

If you’re a dessert, I would have diabetes now. If you’re a drug, I would be insane now. If you’re a hard drink, I would have a big tummy now. If you’re a book, I would be spending most of my time with you. If you’re a movie, I wouldn’t be bored watching you several times. If you’re a quote, I would have spread you to everybody I know. But if you’re a visible being, I wouldn’t care sharing you to others—all because I’m very much addicted to you, Juicy sweet shimmer perfumed lotion.

You smell like a black bat cigar, like an imported black chocolate, truly addictive! I bought you primarily because of your scent. Every time I apply you, I want to lick my arms and hands. Every time I press your cap, I can hardly close it back.

I can’t resist with your scent. My friends who have tried you have the same comment, “hala, maka-adik iyang baho,” which is certainly true.

Aside from your smell, you also contain glitters which could anyone’s body parts shine and make their day sparkle. If I can’t think of anything to do, I just press your cap and put on lotion.

You’re so appealing to me, Juicy sweet shimmer perfumed lotion. I think I have smelled the best ever scent in the world because I have you. (Adik ra jud!)

Lively day

2011-01-27T06:58:00.000-08:00

Time: 6: 58 AM

Discovered this very morning that Dora becomes more energetic with having an only two to three hour sleep than having it for about six to eight hours. Isn’t it odd?

When I think of it, I just laughed at myself. This is a kind of mild abnormality, or according to a friend, I’m an “addict” (haha, we’re always making fun of this term and it doesn’t make sense).

Anyways, sleeplessness, strangeness, nothing matters. Now, I wanted to shout, to dance, to sing, to laugh so loud, to talk, to show up to people how cheerful I am this morning.

I’m full of life today. I believe this will be one of the great days in my life. I’m an optimist anyway. Thank you Lord, I love you so much.

PS. Lord, please keep my family and friends safe all the time. I love them all.

Smiling while lying in bed

2011-01-23T17:54:00.000-08:00

Time: 03:02 in the afternoon.
State of being: Relieved

On the sixth stage of sleep (for me ‘coz I know there are only five stages), when I was about to wake up, I just realized that a sweet smile was put on my face upon hearing the laughter of my board mates who are playing slipper mannequin’s up, “tumba-balay”, “ bulan-bulan”, shatom, “ dakpanay”, and other games outside.

I can hear their gleeful voices as they were taken back to their childhood days. I went out, and as I watched their vigorous movements and expressions, I was also reminded of my younger years, when I used to play in the grounds of Sitio San Juan, a densely populated place in La Libertad filled with so many children.

When I was four to seven, I used to play alone, but when I stepped at the age of eight, nine, ten, I started playing with my neighbors. I could still recall the times when though it was already 7 or 8 in the evening, but I was still playing outside.

Any kinds of games for boys and girls, I have tried. I fought, but oftentimes cried because of being involved in squabbles which rooted from the unfair rules of the game. I stumbled. I lost footing. I frequently fell on the tree, on a vehicle, on anywhere we wanted to climb. I was blown by male playmates. I became a friend and foe to other groups and playmates. I was reprimanded by mama and papa because of being stinky, sweaty, and very dirty. But I didn’t regret the experience for above these all, I laughed very hard because of too much joy. Thus, I could say that I had the best childhood life because of the place we’re residing.

When I saw them, I wanted to join and play with my board mates, but I have other important things to finish. I wish that some time in the future, I could play those games again with my old and new playmates.

Page chat

2011-01-22T21:27:00.000-08:00

This is a proof of everyone’s (especially of my co-staffers in the college publication) habit in making the wall post of someone a chat box of fun, jokes, etcetera.

Most of the comments seen here are gobbledygook. In the native tongue, we often do “patyanay” where the center of fun (usually another close person) is being stabbed at his back using witty words. The purpose is to bring excitement, brighten up the day, and kill the boredom and drowsiness.

I’d like to mention some of those who are very cooperative when it comes to “killing” session—Caroline (top 1), Japhet, Cheeno, Tonyo, Rolyn, Kenneth, DJ Dadz, and course mates Lein, Jelly, Nestle, Sheila, Jonas, and others.

Keep it up guys, nice job! Let's beat the leading 105 comments. Haha! So let's post more.

Love ko ‘to

2011-01-20T20:34:00.000-08:00

Amusing to realize how simple pleasures such as cokefloat, fries, sundaes, and everything from my favorite food chain, McDonalds complete my day.

Because of so much love and addiction to Mcdo, I could tolerate my constant ‘going to and fro’ Mcdo. Every time my taste buds crave for Mcdo, I could sacrifice my allowance just to satisfy my craving.

Mcdo is reasonably priced and truly scrumptious. Nothing beats their chicken fillet, fries and burger. No other food chain offers an affordable sundae. And Mcdo is the only maker of the all time favorite, cokefloat. Mcdo has more to offer, foods that all ages would love to eat. (Ahw, I’m advertising now)

Hoh, I really love Mcdo as Angelina Jolie’s and Brat Pitt’s children also do. I wouldn’t mind eating solo as long as I’ve answered my craving and made my day satisfied.

We love Mcdo, how ‘bout you?

Boooooring...

2011-01-18T22:12:00.000-08:00

I'm bored of being bored.

The start of the midterm week is totally boring. My Monday and Tuesday is unexciting, unchallenging, lifeless, that all I wanted to do is to eat, sleep, watch movies, go to a different place, explore something new and interesting just to escape from this monotonous feeling.

This maybe is due to the reason that I don’t have exams for two consecutive days, only major requirements in major subjects. I hope the next three days will be different. *sigh

Any icebreakers there?

Keep going

2011-01-14T22:22:00.000-08:00

Sir Amardz: "…Witmann said for the most part, we do not just see but we define first and then see."
Sheilim: "Refine sir?"
Lein: "Ai, kalamay?"

Whahaha, patay!

Sheila: "Ma’am, si Ramie, dili na pod si Amor iyang gi-interview, si China na pod."
Dora: "Oh dayun?"
Sheila: "Yawa ka do, yawa ka do!"

Whahaha, strike one!

While the employee is not yet done talking, and while the office is filled with silence:
Sheicatz: "Okay ma’am, thank you ma’am!"

(ahw, nag-una2 wala pa gne gipagawas?) hahaha…

These are just some of the funny dialogues we shared for the entire day—from the Ethics class of Sir Amarado, to our whole afternoon business news legging.

It was indeed tiring. But because of the jolly people who I was with, the weariness is barely observed.

We laughed all the time despite the excruciating sun, the humiliations of some heads and employees, despite the resufes, despite every negative encounter.

But this is the life of a Mass Com student before and now, so we have to persist for the sake of passing. Anyhow, this will end soon as March is getting nearer.

Due to heated emotion

2011-01-13T22:54:00.000-08:00

This is a shit person! Many times have he made me mad and ruined my day.

Shit, go back to hell so you’ll have a reunion with your ‘long time no see’ friends. I believed that that would be the most awaited event of your life since you were thrown to earth for you to experience at least, what life of a human being is.

But as what I and the rest observed, you’re really not fitted here. You’ll be most suited to stay in hell because that’s where people like you lives—people who have the most terrible, conceited attitude.

What do you think of yourself? You’re too proud I see, but try to evaluate, are you really good? Haha, many would just laugh at that notion because you’re a self-proclaimed “excellent”, “expert” but I would suggest checking yourself carefully—from your personality, to your know-how, to your status, to your abilities.

Again, be careful because my anger is still shallow compared to others who are just controlling their emotions. We don’t know, maybe they’re only waiting for the right moment to place your head inside the sack. Hahaha, evil laugh, but not as evil as you are.

Thieves on the go, criminals at large

2011-01-12T14:00:00.000-08:00

My board mates often encounter this incident, but I used to not believing to their accounts on thievery because of the fact that I myself neither witnessed the event personally nor perceived using my five senses. But not until I’ve found proofs that their stories on thieves really exist…

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It was a fine Tuesday evening. I returned to the boarding house at 10:15PM (NORSU time) from a visit to a course mate’s house in Sibulan. I was supposed to be staying overnight at the publication office but when I checked the time, it was already pass 10:00PM so I just returned home.

Honestly, since the start of classes this new year, that was the first night that I slept in the boarding house because I always stay in the office.

I slept after making my article for business news reporting while my male board mates were drinking outside. My roommate hasn’t returned yet.

*********

According to Maribel, my roommate, I was already asleep when she got in (wasn’t able to ask what time did she return). Since she will be having an exam on the next day, she woke up at pass 3:00AM, but minutes after, from the right window, a right hand waved at her, but the face was unnoticeable. With that, she sensed bad and felt different already, but she can’t manage waking me up, or shout, or even moving the bed.

The arrow points to where Maribel saw a hand waiving

But to ease the fear and anxiousness, she roused the volume of the music from her cellphone and continued studying, yet none of the lessons was absorbed. I could still remember when at exactly 4:07AM, I was able to open my eyes after hearing a loud Christian song, but in a second, closed eyes and back to sleep. My thought says that maybe, that music was played hours ago.

Then she heard a sound near the left window. Later, she discovered that that window was exactly already opened. She felt more scared, but still, didn’t bother waking me up.

At 5:00AM, Khim, our board mate who was about to report to his duty, knocked the door, as he observed that the light inside the room was on and heard that Maribel was studying.

That was the time when Maribel had the chance to tell Khim what she experienced minutes before the latter came. I heard their voices so I woke up and asked what happened.

We went outside to verify the occurrence. In front of my very eyes, I saw the gate tied with a towel so as not to produce noise while they (thieves) get in and out of the compound. Another, the window is really opened, thus, I realized that what if the culprits did get in and killed us, or did anything they wanted to?

Look at the thieves' strategy.

*********

So we woke our board mates up and the whole compound was placed in a terror motion. My male board mates checked the comfort rooms, the trees, the dark areas, outside and anywhere near the place, eager to capture the criminals.

Khim who was hesitant to go out because of the incident texted that “beware of the three teenagers who are by-staying in the Macias Sports Complex”.

With that report, some of my board mates immediately went to the complex, but when they arrived at the place, no one was there, the teenagers have escaped already. But near the Community Environment and Natural Resources Office (CENRO), they saw the sailor’s hat and maneuvering board of Alejandro, our board mate and the birthday celebrant on that day.

That's the hat and maneuvering board owned by our board mate.

But the owner was still asleep that time because of too much alcohol intake. There were three of them inside the room but no one noticed that they were silently attacked by thieves. When his consciousness returned, Alejandro discovered that his cellphone and bag were also taken.

That's the unlucky birthday boy, Alejandro.

While everyone was gathering outside, we suddenly found some pieces of clothes, hanged at the entrance. Carlo then saw that the jacket was his, while the other shorts and t-shirts was that of our other board mates. Aside from that, slippers and shoes were also disarranged.

When my board mates checked their clothes hanged in front of the house of our landlady/lord, Philjun found that his two pants weren’t there anymore. While Dean discovered that two of his t-shirts and a short were also stolen.

But there’s more, Carlo saw the knife owned by one of our board mates outside the compound. That may be would serve as “self-defense” of the criminals. But why didn’t the thieves get the rice cookers freely placed at the washing area?

On the night before this encounter, Kim’s motorcycle was intentionally damaged by still unknown persons. Maybe they were the same wrongdoers who visited the boarding house for two consecutive days.

But whoever these criminals are, time will come that you will be caught and arrested. You brought fright, mess, and trouble to every boarder of Pinero’s residence.

Papa ko

2011-01-09T15:45:00.000-08:00

He went up the stair smiling and I didn’t understand why he looked very happy. Only then when he told me that he saw my name in the official list of candidates for graduation.

With an exciting facial expression and body gestures, he reported this to me one early morning. I already knew about that, but for the sake of jiving with his feeling, I acted like overwhelmed too. But honestly, seeing him with his joyful face also lightened up the darkness around me.

He is my father, the only man in my life.

But what you read is only a dream. I just realized it when I woke up this Sunday morning. Maybe I thought of that because of missing him much.

Search for the other half

2011-01-05T21:33:00.000-08:00

Every time I read a Nicholas Sparks novel, I fall upon the inspiration of marrying a playwright too. But with the existence of few romantic writers, I think it won’t possibly happen. Even so, as my constant attitude is, I’m optimistic that I will end in his arms, ahw?

I just wanted to marry a writer, author, novelist, dramatist, poet or anyway you call him…

…so he can write my story and spread how wonderful it is especially when I met him
…so all I need to do is only to narrate while he’s putting it in record
…so everyday of our existence is a chronicle that all and sundry can read
…so we’ll produce offspring who can write and can produce book/s too
…so every place we visit and every person we meet will be kept in every heart
…so I will love him more and we will stay in love forever
…so our relationship will have no end

This is just an ambition of a writer’s bride wannabe. But whoever will He give me, I will accept that person and will wholeheartedly provide him the assurance that his life won’t be wasted if he is with me.

I’ll promise to love, trust and respect him as he is to me, so both our hands will write the story of our life as one.

Unending indoor chatting

2011-01-03T23:29:00.000-08:00

“We are of the same state of affairs.”

Heading back to Dumaguete, I rode in a van-for-hire (v-hire) and seated in the front seat. It was a cold windy day, so riding in a van is better than riding in an open vehicle like bus.

The woman beside asked if where I am going. I said “to Dumaguete.” That started her non-stop talk. She shared that she was before studying in Foundation University, but when she was 18, she got pregnant. But the good thing is, the man who impregnated her, married her and is currently working as elementary school teacher in mountainous barangay of Tayasan. By the way, the woman’s name is Daisy Samson.

She and her husband are blessed with three kids. Daisy is now studying BS Education in Negros College, Ayungon. When she continued talking, I realized then that she and my mother (way back years ago) have the same experience.

Mama was only 18 years old when she carried me. Papa was a high school teacher that time. Later, Papa supported mama’s education in college so she’ll be able to finish her course, Bachelor in Elementary Education.

Going back to Daisy, her husband just finished Masteral degree in NORSU-Guihulngan while she’s in third year college. Like us, mama is currently taking her Masteral in Moalboal, Cebu.

Daisy’s husband’s first assignment after passing the board exam for teachers was to the farthest elementary school in Tayasan where he needed to pay a fair of P300 (back and forth) and her husband used to return only on Fridays. This situation is very familiar to me since mama, after passing the board, was also assigned to the farthest barangay in La Libertad, in Aya Elementary School where P300 is the back and forth fair riding in a habal-habal.

Since Daisy is studying in Negros College, I remember my auntie, Rose May, who is also studying there, so I ask her about that. I then learn that they’re classmates because Auntie Rose May is also an Education student.

We talked more interesting and non-sense things and I observe that though she’s already 29, but she still has this teenage attitude.

Unfortunately, the vehicle stopped in Tayasan and Daisy and her husband have to drop. That was the end, but the good thing is, when the v-hire stopped in Ayungon, one board mate of mine stepped in the van and that was another round of talking.

My Li’l ones

2010-12-28T22:39:00.000-08:00

They’re the main reasons why going home is on top priority. However, considering that there are school responsibilities that must not be ignored, they become options.

Besides, they’re miles away from me so it’s really not easy to reach them. But if there are occasions, I wanted to make sure that if not finishing my tasks, I would take a leave of absence or excuse just to be with them.

They add life and energy to every one inside the house. They fill every face with smiles. They add noise to every ear. They give joy and inspiration to everyone, especially to me.

That’s Alyanna, a talkative, wise, confident, naughty, envious, observant girl. What she hears, she applies. She’s fond of making her sister cry by taking away the latter’s toy or food. But Alyanna is obedient. If you tell her not to say and do that again, then she won’t. And one character that I observed and saluted most about her is her strong personality. She doesn’t cry easily when teased, or intentionally and jokingly hurt unlike other children. This tells us that Alyanna is the strong type of person.

Next is Amanda. She’s the most emotional among the three. When she’s mad, jealous, dismayed, not being noticed, and teased, she easily gets hurt. In just a minute, she gets silent, then after, starts crying with a heart that beats faster. That’s why we’re afraid that Amanda might grow with a heart problem.

Amanda is the most love by some family members because of her sweet attitude (paraygon kaayu). She’s “yungit” (a person who can’t utter some letters and words correctly), but now she’s starting to improve. Her upper center teeth get brittle because of eating too much candies and chocolates, but she can still mix with other children.

Third is Carla. I would say that she’s the most intelligent among them. She’s in Grade one now. And though she only attends an afternoon class due to the lack of rooms, lack of teachers, and existence of many pupils, but when I ask her about Math and English, she could immediately answer, and that impresses me. I would even call more children to contest with her, but she beats them.

Carla is also the type who can’t stay in one place or even inside the house for a half-day. Morning, when she has just awaken up from sleep, you could no longer see her inside the house for not less than five minutes because she’s already outside with her barkadas. If not in the seashore, then she could be found anywhere around the sitio, and sometimes reaches to “tiangge” (market). She just returns home to eat, and then wanders again.

These three young members of the family give me strength. Seeing them already makes me happy and no one could surpass the love that I have for them.

I also have another sister, Corin or “Keray” as known by many, but she’s the most “pasaway” among us. Her days evolve in these things only—eat, go to school, watch tv, text, go to the internet café, sleep. She acts like the “doña” of the house. If she’s at home, then she’d be seen in another place with her friends. And she’s “mahilig sa boyfriend”. That’s what I don’t like about her.

Aside from that, she also makes mama and papa mad because of her grades. And whatever advice you tell her, she just let it pass from one ear to another. Hai, what best thing could I offer for her? But she’s still useful, especially on technical matter, that’s where she’s good at.

Negative photograph

2010-12-24T21:35:00.000-08:00

I said “it’s gonna be a bad day,” and so it was.

I was riding in this van-for-hire (v-hire) going to the north. I seated in front. Though still not feeling well, but I did risk the trip and endured the painful heat of the sun just to celebrate Christmas with people who are number one in my heart.

Being in the front seat, I could clearly see the approaching and following vehicles (through the side mirror). But every time I looked attentively on two incoming vehicles, I always sensed a tragedy. Yes, an accident specifically.

I did have bad thoughts in mind that time, and I don’t know why, maybe because of my bad condition.

Since I sat down in that place, I really felt different, that ‘this is a bad ride.’ And it happened. In fact, while we were still near the Hall of Justice, the driver suddenly stopped because of the insufficient crude oil in the engine. Then we stopped at Sibulan Airport (highway) because of the flat tires. And worst, the vehicle needed not to be driven anymore because of severe tire damage while we were in the town of Jimalalud.

So I wasn’t exactly able to reach my destination. I just rode in a motorcycle to arrive at our place. But thank God that nothing bad happened to us passengers and to finally be able to run away from that dangerous situation.

Kasi maysakit

2010-12-23T09:18:00.000-08:00

Eto yung inatupag ko buong gabi—kumain, uminom ng C2 Green Tea, mag-take ng gamut na Alvedon every four hours, maglagay ng Efficascent Oil sa ulo, tiyan, at sa ibang parte ng katawan, magsulat ng kunti, at paulit-ulit na tiningnan ang mga photos sa digicam—kasi nilalagnat ang tao.

Ewan ko ba kung nasa’n si Khim, ang board mate kong trainee sa Qualfon; si Marlon na boy ng aming landlady/lord; at si DJ Dadz na kabilang din sa TN at hindi pa umuuwi galing sa Christmas party. Basta pagdating ko nalang sa boarding house, wala ni isang taong nag-iingay, sobrang tahimik ng paligid, parang sementeryo.

Actually, umuwi ako nang maaga galing din sa Christmas party kasi nafe-feel ko na ehh, LR na talaga ‘to.

Masakit ang ulo, ang buong katawan ko. Malamig ang paligid kahit sa’n ako pumunta. Ang hirap ngumiti. Sa tingin ko, gusto ko nang umuwi sa’min.

Malakas ang kutob kong isa sa mga dahilan kung ba’t ako nilalagnat ay dahil sa “matag-tiki” o malaking pimple (ewan ko kung asan sa dalawang ‘to) na nasa ilalim ng kaliwang kili-kili ko. Ewan ko ba kung sa’n ko ‘to nakuha, pero ito eh, ito rin yung salarin.

Isa pa ang hindi sapat na tulog. Parati naman ‘to eh, ba’t ngayon lang? Ba’t ngayon lang ako dinalaw ng lagnat?

Okay, kailangan kong alagaan ang sarili ko dahil wala naman dito sila mama. Mas pinili ko nalang huwag ipaalam sa kanila dahil sigurado, mag-aalala rin yun. Naalala ko tuloy, one time nag-text ako kay mama na nilalagnat ako, naku, sa hapun nang araw na yun, dumating si mama sa boarding house at inalagaan ako.

Haha, nakaka-shock naman itong si mama, pero okay nga na dumating siya, at least, parang may nurse na rin ako, hehe…

Hiling ko lang na sana, gagaling na ako sa araw na ‘to.

You’re unfair

2010-12-19T10:40:00.000-08:00

To: Ceres Liner

From: A concern passenger

December 18, 7pm was the exact time when I arrived at the bus terminal, hoping that I can ride on the 7pm-trip back to my hometown, some 104 kilometers north distant away from Dumaguete.

The bus parking on the area was already filled with passengers. I’ll be in “standing position” if I insert myself there. So I just chose the next trip. But unluckily, no bus came. It took an hour and 15 minutes before the 9240 Ceres bus arrived because according to the dispatcher, some parts of the vehicle were slightly damaged.

But I just noticed that after every bus is filled with commuters, another vehicle parks for southern passengers, which is very unfair to our side. Passengers who are going to the northern part of the province are frantic to look at.

To Ceres Liner Management and Vallacar Transit Inc., the Northern commuters are no longer happy with your system. Not because the family owner of Ceres once lived in Bayawan, then you would send more vehicles to the south and few to the north. And besides, I believe that there is same percentage of passengers in both directions.

You should listen to this and take immediate action.

Black Pearl fun

2010-12-17T11:13:00.000-08:00

I had a great time at last night’s Piñero’s boarders’ Hawaiian Christmas party at Black Pearl Resto Bar (Mangnao, Dumaguete City).

That was the very first time that I bonded with my board mates outside the boarders of the compound, because most of the time, I cannot go to night outs with them or when they have sea bathing on weekends. The reason was, aside my classes on Saturdays and Sundays (on the past semesters), I also have my responsibilities in the publication, and I can’t just turn my back from it because the student paper is more important than the get together.

Being unable to go with them, few would sometimes call me “KJ” (killjoy), but I just don’t mind it, while there are also some who understands my schedule.

But this time, I didn’t miss the Christmas party for the last time of the year especially that the venue is new to me. I just realized that I’ve been passing in this place often, but only knew that the place is called “Black Pearl” (pala).

It was an overnight disco, swimming, drinking, party, but I just left by 10pm. I was planning to stay overnight at the pub office, but when I reached the boarding house, it was already 10:45 pm (10:00pm is the curfew of the school).

I rode at the motorbike of our landlady; both of us were soaked in wet after bathing at the swimming pool (still in Black Pearl).

It was already 3:00am when they went back to the house (I heard them because of their noise). They were very drunk, but still, the energy was long lasting. Sanay na sanay sa inuman ang mga tawo dun. Haha…

Disturbed

2010-12-13T22:37:00.000-08:00

This is one of the things I hate the most—being disturbed while you’re in the middle of a peaceful nap.

I slept early last night, 9:58 pm. But, I woke up due to the noise from the outside, from my board mates who were having a drinking session.

My room is separated from the rest. It is situated near the entrance of the compound. In front of it is a vacant space where a table and chairs were placed. It is the area for receiving visitors and for the boarders to get together, talk, laugh, shout, sing, dance, drink, and anything they wanted to.

On that night, while my board mates were laughing out loud outside, enjoying while drinking and joking, there was I, inside the room, irritated. That was why at 11:57 pm,

I was forced to stand up (I want to be specific about the time).

I can no more sleep. It was hard to go back to the sound sleep you had after being bothered by these people who were only thinking of their own pleasure.

I can’t go out and tell them to shut up, because I consider their rights to drink. After all, it is a boarding house for both male and female, so at the first place, I should expect noise in the environment.

If I did that last night—went out and spoke to them frankly or just asked for a little silence, I supposed they would again judge that my “killjoy” approach is occurring. Good that I didn’t do that considering that I would be the only one complaining among the many boarders in that compound.

And you know what time I fell into sleep again? It was already 3:14 at dawn, meaning, the three hours (12midnight-3:00 pm) was a waste.

Honestly, I didn’t know what to do—stand up, sit, or lie… stand up, sit again, lie—while imprisoned in that small spaced room.

So what did I do between these hours? I just arranged my clothes, papers, and other stuffs in the cabinet. Imagine, could you find a normal person who is still awake at dawn and does the arranging of his/her clothes and things inside a room? That’s why I could describe myself as an “addict” that moment.

Finally, I woke up at 7 in the morning, meaning from my rest last day, I only had six hours sleep. It was supposed to be Sunday, a perfect time to rest, to regain the lose energies of the six day-weariness, but the purpose was defeated for I was disturbed. Grrrrhhh…

Free ride

2010-12-12T21:53:00.000-08:00

After a solo strolling at the Rizal Boulevard tonight, I saw this foreign couple while standing in front of the Sisters of St. Paul of Chartres. I was actually waiting for a tricycle that could take me back to my boarding house.

But the couple is not the usual traveler pair that I often see along the streets. I was amazed because they had with them their babies—the mother carrying her daughter on her front, and the father carrying his son on his back.

I believe they are traveling tourists, but isn’t it a burden carrying babies or little children while moving from one area to another, especially to a place you’re not acquainted with? It is, right? But I salute the couple for their care for their children and love for adventure. Imagine, they could have left their babies to their families/relatives in their country or let a nanny take care of them, but look at how cool they are. Amazing, right?

I know that this style is common in the US and other foreign countries, but sometimes, I feel pity for children who are uncomfortable with their position.

2010-12-11T17:55:00.000-08:00

Terrified but proud

2010-12-11T11:55:00.000-08:00

“Dora studied Mass Communication for three years in Negros Oriental State University, but on her fourth year, she transferred to Colegio de Santa Catalina de Alejandria (COSCA), same as with her other classmates.

Her three years of stay in NORSU was fine. She learned a lot, especially from the complicated and numerous requirements of her major instructors. Her experiences as Mass Com student in NORSU were worthy. But the reason why she and her course mates decided to finish in COSCA was vague.

Because this was the decision made by her classmates, so she also did. Thus, half of her batch was left in NORSU.

Her first two days in COSCA was good. The teachers are cool, kind, understanding, but different from her previous school where there is strict policy on assignments, where students are timed in, where they are required to submit requirements on time, to focus on major subjects than the minors, and where instructors are training students more on application rather than theories.

Because she enrolled in COSCA, she’s starting to miss her NORSU Mass Com life.

On her third day, after her major class, she cried because she could no more take it. She regretted her decision of transferring to another school. She feels sorry about herself and her classmates.

While crying, one teacher flashed in mind—Mr. Romulo Amarado. She knew she could never find an instructor as efficient, as capable as Sir Amardz. Thus, one thing she realized is that, what makes NORSU-Mass Com the best in the province is the presence of good and experienced teachers, one of them is Amarado.

The next teacher who flashed in her thoughts was Mr. John Dx Lapid—her instructor who often require them to submit technically intricate projects; a teacher who, like Amarado, also prefers hands-on rather than discussion. She keeps on crying until the next day.”

Yes, that was my dream last night, very terrible! The end, I can’t anymore recall, but until now, I’m still confused why I thought of that thing.

But I believe that that dream proves that I’m truly in love with my present school, and I couldn’t afford to transfer even to private and expensive schools. Yes, I’m proud and thankful to say that the way of teaching in NORSU Mass Communication is the best.

Envy, delighted, moneyed, etc

2010-12-08T22:35:00.000-08:00

After eating two bars of Snitch Strawberry and Chocolate this morning, I checked my gmail and blog accounts. In my cbox, there was this someone named Cheset who left a message saying that she’s “blogwalking”. So I clicked her name and poof, her profile appeared in the screen. Also checked its URL, http://iamchesel.blogspot.com/.

Wow, what can I say? I was greatly amazed with her page, so nice! I’m envy, how did she do that? In the header are cursors for her tumbler, twitter, youtube, formspring and facebook accounts. It’s like her blog is an avenue for all her social networking sites.

It’s a three-column blog profile where you get to see advertisements, posts of any interest, updates on her other sites, photos, etcetera. I’m really jealous on her blog. I think that’s the third most amazing and well praised blog I’ve seen and read in my whole life. Two thumbs up for Cheset!

But nothing could beat the happiness I felt when I received a message from mama that she’ll buy me something new. I remember last night, I appealed to her (it was just a joke) and shared her some details about my living and belongings here.

Another was, I received a blessing out of my short-term tv and streets exposure for doing some hosting last Friday. So, I treated my course mates at Nieva’s Pizza.

In the afternoon, our honorarium was released so it means another blessing. Wow, so rich for today! But I need to keep a little amount for savings and for the coming days or months.

In the evening, we had a surprise birthday bash to our generous Public Information, Public Relations, and Gender Issues teacher, Mrs. Concepcion Rosales. She was surprised. She did not expect that we know her day. Maybe she forgot that she mentioned it when we went to her house two months ago.

Anyway, aside from the cake, we gave her a book with our individual messages at the back of it. Happy natal day once again to you Ma’am Conney. We do love you!

Undeserving

2010-12-07T17:42:00.000-08:00

Since the start of the second semester, I’ve never attended this Opinion Writing class under an instructor who is at the same time an editor-publisher in one of the local newspapers.

Why would I be interested to attend this class when I know that the teacher only holds classes once in a blue moon? Another, why would I waste my time and energy when classes under him are done in his office and not inside the classroom? Third, whether you regularly attend classes, you and your classmates would still have the same grades. Just take it from the experience of the previous semester. Fourth, if in case there’s a class, the old teacher usually starts it one hour delayed. Again, take it from experience of the first semester, and because of this, students end up starving because it’s already pass 12 noon, which is supposed to be timely for lunch. Fifth, this editor-publisher is not contented of giving two or three projects, but 10 is the minimum number of requirements. During the last semester, every meeting, he gave us assignments and projects. Lastly, when we have a class, though there is a teacher-student interaction, but there are lots of interactions since the room that we’re using is his office, so concerns about his paper and publication are raised, especially if there are visitors.

So why would I give full efforts in attending his class if he’s not worthy of students’ attendance? Else if he’ll change his teaching style and attitude, then that would be the time that I’ll religiously attend his class.

Though I’m always absent, but I’m not threatened because all of us know the weakness of this man, so getting passing grades is that easy. But I only have one comment to this teacher—he’s not good enough to be given a load and handle a subject.