[VOX] SENIORS! List of students with no write-ups yet

The following students have not yet submitted their write-ups for inclusion in the VOX 2009 Yearbook.  To those who know these people, please inform them that they need to submit their write-ups by Tomorrow, December 1, 2008.  We will no longer accept write-ups beyond that deadline.  FOR STRICT COMPLIANCE.  We need to finalize the contents of the yearbook, so please do submit your write-ups if you intend to be included in the annual.

Write-up guidelines at the end of this post.  :)

Broadcast Communciation

Alcaraz-Perez, Ma. Theresa
Alfonso, Carmela
Alilio, Iryn Danica
Castillo, Samantha Joyce
De Guzman, Tiffany Zyra
Discipulo, Joshua Daniel
Dulatre, Alfonso
Ebol, Gwyn Ann Marie
Escandor, Alaysa Tagumpay
Fule, Rosarie
Lazatin, Patricia Anne Lourdes
Lipio Alexandra Feliz
Lisaba, Jervi Ryan
Ong, Michelle Krystle
Orocay, Jan Andrew
Sales, Ma. Ramona
Santos, Marian Kris
Uy, Stephanie Anne Solidum
Verallo, Monica Florence
Vicedo, Kristine Mae


Communication Research

Asiddao, Marie Christel
Bascos, Shiela Camille
Cadiogan, Airah
Gerrarcas, Chris Rashid
Gonzales, Anna Lee
Jimenez, Clarissa
Kwan, Katrina
Palami, Christina Lucia Marian
Rosales, Cecilia Jengil
Roselo, Aleli
Tagyamon, Castor Jr.
Uichangco, Marian Rose
Velez, Karla Jill


Film and Audio Visual Communication

Alcala, Ana Iris
Araneta, Miguel Santino
Arenillo, Krista Mae
Catequista, Jobelle Cacha
Cruz, Francis Xavier
Darunday, Marjorie
De Leon, Anne Christabel
De Leon, John Kenneth
Dela Cruz, Michael
Duque, Nerissa Kamille
Elloso, Ma. Fatima Aiza
Gabrillo, Johnessa
Guiwa, Jerson Rey
Habac, Jaime Jr.
Inductivo, Carla Bianca
Legaspi, John Earnest Earl
Litiatco, Joanne
Mailed, Ann Michelle
Mercado, Michael Vincent
Quintos, Jay Jomar
Reyes, Kristia
Rojo, Joyce Ann
Sangalang, Eugene
Santos, Kevin Lee
Tejada, Ma. Roja Karla
Transfiguracion, Michael Bryan
Valenzuela, Regina


Journalism

Aguilar, Charles Tito
Aranas, Paul Jason
Catalan, Richel Cruz
Ching, Mark Angelo
Crisostomo, Danielle Alessandra
Cuerdo, Edward Raymund
Dy, Abigail
Enriquez, Donabelle
Jaculbe, Earl Paolo
Maningat, Jose Carlos
Morales, John Alliage
Naparan, Froilyn Anne
Paner, Marione Paul
Ragaza, Jan Marcel
Rodriguez, Janet
Sabillo, Kristine Angeli
Soriano, Paolo Martin
Tobias, Anne Gelene
Toledo, Joan Andrea
Tuazon, John Mark
Yasuda, Kumiko Mae

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Kami Ulit.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit pumayag pa'ko na makipagbalikan.
Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit alam ko sa sarili ko na kahit ilang beses nya kong gaguhin, alam kong babalik at babalik pa rin ako.
Minsan, siguro, matatawag akong Tanga dahil ganito ako.
Gago, kasi ako na nga ang ginagago eh sige pa rin ako, tanggap pa rin.
Martir, kasi tinitiis lahat ng pasakit.

Pero gaya ng sabi ng isang kaibigan, kapag ikaw na ang nasa relasyon, wala nang tanga-tanga, wala nang gago-gago.
Ibang-iba na ang rules of the game.  Minsan pati laro iba na rin.
Mahirap ipaliwanag, at hindi ko na susubukan pang ipaliwanag.
Hindi ko na rin ija-justify kung bakit ko pa tinanggap.
Hindi ko na rin susubukang ipaintindi sa lahat ng tao yung mga dahilan nya.
Kasi sa totoo kahit ako hindi ko pa rin lubusang naiiintindihan.
Kaya kahit di ko naiintindihan, tatanggapin ko pa rin.  Tatanggapin ko na lang.
Oo, nasaktan ako.  Nang bonggang bongga.
Pero hindi ko alam... hindi ko alam kung bakit hindi mabura ng sakit ang pagmamahal na habambuhay na atang nakaukit.
Minsan, siguro, sa buhay ng isang tao, kapag nakita na nya ang tunay na mamahalin niya...




...hinding-hindi na niya pakakawalan ito.  Kahit ano pa mang mangyari.  Kahit ano pa mang sakit ang dumating.  Kahit ano pa mang pagsubok ang harapin.

*Nagkausap na kami kanina.  Mga tatlong oras na pag-uusap rin 'yon.  Nailabas lahat ng sama ng loob, lahat ng sakit na naidulot.  Humingi ng kapatawaran, at nagbigay ng kapatawaran.  Gaya ng sabi ko hindi ko lubusang naiiintindihan ang mga sakit na dinulot niya sa'kin.  Pero ewan, mahal na mahal na mahal ko siya.  Hindi ko kayang mawala siya.

Maraming agreements ang napag-usapan.  Like, susubukang kontrolin ang emosyon, at titigil sa pagsasalita kung wala namang magandang masasabi.  Marami rin akong sama ng loob na nailabas.  Kompromiso, kompromiso.  Sabi ko rin, hindi muna ako titira kasama siya, kasi kailangan ko ng panahon para maghilom.  Pumayag naman siya.

Ngayon, talagang bahala na.  Sana maging maayos na.  Oo, magkakaroon at magkakaroon ng problema, pero generally sana maayos pa rin.

Even my horoscope is in accordance with what the universe has been telling me

Leo (Jul 23 - Aug 22)

The Bottom Line

Your future lies ahead of you, so why are you thinking about the past? Move on.

In Detail

Your future lies ahead of you, so why are you so busy thinking about stuff that is far behind you? You can't change what has already happened, no matter how badly you want to! So if you don't like what went down, the only thing you can do is move away from it quickly. Think about what's next, what is coming down the road. Look at your calendar and see whose birthday is coming up -- then start thinking about the perfect gift. Being forward-focused is fun.

KALURKEY LANG!  =P  Sige na, sige na, simulan na ang proseso... =/

Ang Unfair Lang...

Na hindi man lang nalaman ng mundo kung gano kita kamahal...

And now, they'll never know.

'Cause that's one secret I'll never tell.  XOXO!

Charot!  Hahaha.  Di ko talaga kaya magdepress-depress-an.

Seriously, ang unfair lang talaga.  Yun lang.  Sobrang unfair.  In many levels.  In more ways than one.  Not just one, but 48 glasses a day!  Hahahaha I'm so freakin' high on sugar right now.

Okay Stop na.  Thank You Very Much.  I need somebody with a human touch.

Shet.  Paki-strait jacket na nga ako.  Please.  Kk?  Thanks.

Unfair pa rin.  UNFAAAIIIIRRR!!!  Sobrang UNFAIR mo!  UNFAIR KA!!!  In Tagalog, Hindi Ka Perya!!!  You're so AMPEYR!!!  UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR!

Hahahaha nag-tantrums.  Taena nababaliw na'ko.  Shet.  Parang si Sarah Geronimo lang sa A Very Special Love.

Gising na Gising na Po!  Chos.  Ni hindi pa nga nagsisink-in eh.  Haha.  Onti pa lang.  Antay nyo magbbreakdown din ako.

Break it down y'all!  Peace out. XD

Bitter Song # 4 - Bakit Bigla Na Lang Nang-Iwan...

Wala na ang dating pagtingin
Sawa na ba saking lambing
Wala ka namang dahilan
Ngunit bakit bigla na lang nangiwan

Hindi na alam ang gagawin
Upang ika’y magbalik sakin
Ginawa ang lahat ngunit bakit
Ika’y biglang naghanap

Hindi magbabago
Pagmamahal sa iyo
Sana’y pakinggan mo
Ang awit ng pusong ito

Tulad ng mundong hindi
Tumitigil sa pag-ikot
Pag ibig di mapapagod

Tulad ng ilog na hindi
Tumitigil sa pag agos
Pag ibig di matatapos

Alaala’y bumabalik
Mga panahong nasasabik
Sukdulang mukha ay
Laging nasa panaginip

Bakit biglang pinagpalit
Pagsasamaha’y tila nawaglit
Ang dating walang hanggan
Nagkaroon ng katapusan

Bitter Song # 3 - Ang Lahat Ay Gagawin Mo...

Chorus:
Teka teka baka p’wedeng sumingit ako
Sa oras mo
Tutal sinabi mo noon
Ang lahat ay gagawin mo

Di magkanda ugaga dahil
Busy na raw
Puno na ang schedule
Baka bukas p’wede pa

Repeat Chorus

Tama nga yata sila
Wala kang isang salita
Tama nga yata sila
Ang lahat ay mababalewala

Wala bang k’wento
Tungkol sa nangyayari sayo?
Tapos na ang drama
Pagod na ko sa tulad mo

Repeat Chorus

Tama nga yata sila
Di lahat kayang itimpla
Tama nga yata sila
Ang lahat ay mababalewala

Repeat Chorus

Teka teka baka p’wedeng sumingit ako
Sa oras mo
Repeat 2x

Tutal sinabi mo noon
Ang lahat ay gagawin mo

Bitter Song # 2 - But All That I Need...

I hate the way you are
So mean to me by far
The most frigid girl
That I have ever known

You speak loudly but
When I'm not around
You'll be just like them
So shallow and obnoxious

Please, that's enough, that's enough
Please, I've said this a million times before
And I'm sick

But all that I need
And all that I breath
And all that I care for is you

You said that you'd call
by the time you will be home
But you never did
You said you didn't mean to

And now I am enraged
As if we were engaged
You made me realize
I'm just your alibi

Please, that's enough, that's enough
Please, I've said this a million times before
And I'm sick

But all that I need
And all that I breath
And all that I care for is you

And all that I need
And all that I breath
And all that I care for is you

I hate you

Hanggang Dito Na Lang...

Pwede kong i-post na lang ang ilang lyrics ng mga kanta na umaayon sa nararamdaman ko ngayon.  Binibilang ko na nga yung mga kantang may lyrics na saktong-sakto, tagos na tagos.  Kagabi nanood kami ng mga kaibigan ko ng gig ng Sabado Boys, kung sa'n halos lahat ng mga malulungkot na kanta nila, tinamaan ako.  (Ano ba naman ang makukuha mo pag pinagsama mo sina Jimmy Bondoc, Paolo Santos at Top Suzara kundi 'yon)  Naiiisip ko na nga ang mga linya sa tula ni Pablo Neruda na sinalin sa Tagalog at pinamagatang Awit ng Pag-Ibig XX -- "Maisusulat ko ang pinakamalulungkot na berso ngayong gabi..."

Pero alam ko kahit anong sulat at research ko ng mga old sappy love songs and poems, walang tatapat at suswakto sa nararamdaman ko ngayon.  Higit sa lahat, alam kong kahit anong sulat ang gawin ko, wala itong magagawa para maibsan ang sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon.

Sa totoo lang, hindi pa sya nagsi-sink-in sa'kin.  Malamang dine-deny ko pa sya.  Hello, nakukuha ko pang tumawa (although coping mechanism ko talaga yan).  Pero hindi ko pa naiiiyak 'to nang bonggang bongga.  Hindi pa sya tunay sa'kin.  Oo hindi ko na masyadong hinihiling na bumalik pa sa dati, pero hindi pa rin sya lubusang nagiging totoo para sa'kin.  Sa madaling salita, nasa gitna pa rin ako.  Sa pagitan ng sakit at pagkamuhi, pagtanggap at pagdadalamhati.

At alam ng maraming tao na hangga't maaari, ayoko sa lugar ko ngayon.

Hindi ko alam kung alin ang parteng pinakamasakit.  Dahil ba minahal ko sya nang dalawang taon o higit pa?  Dahil ba siya ang kauna-unahang taong minahal ko nang ganito?  Dahil ba sa dahilan nya ng pag-alis?  O baka naman dahil hindi ko inexpect 'to?

Ewan, ewan.  Hindi ko alam.  Lahat sila masasakit at varying levels.  Basta the point is, masakit silang lahat.

At hindi ko inasahang masasaktan ako nang ganito, sa ganitong tao, sa ganitong sitwasyon, sa ganitong paraan.  Masyado nang maraming sakit ang naidulot sa'kin noon, pero wala atang kukumpara sa sakit ngayon.  Ang sakit sakit sakit niya.  Hindi sapat ang salitang 'sakit' para ipakita kung gaano ako nasaktan.  Hindi sapat ang basta salita para iparating ang sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon.

Sabi ko nga, walang sasapat, walang tutugma, walang sasakto.

Pero susubukan ko pa ring isulat.  Susubukan ko pa rin iparating ang nararamdaman ko.  Heto ako eh, isa akong manunulat.  Lahat ng bagay na dumadaan sa buhay ko, ni masaya o malungkot, masakit o maginhawa, pangit o maganda, gusto ko naisusulat ko para naitatatak sa alaala.  Wala akong ibang alam na paraan ng pag-alala kundi ang pagsulat.  At siguro sa pagsulat maitatatak ko sa damdamin ang sakit.  Para sa susunod na mangyayari, alam kong napagdaanan ko na'to at kaya ko itong lagpasan muli.

Sa totoo, hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko ngayon.  Kung tutuusin, sino ba'ng tao na nasa sitwasyon ko ang alam ang gagawin nya.  Pero sabihin na nating gumuho ang mundo ko, bumuka ang lupa at nilamon ako nang buong buo.  Haha.  Exagg na kung exagg, pero parang ganun ang nangyari.  Walang wala ako ngayon.  Hindi ko alam kung sa'n ako pupunta, kung sino na ba ako, kung ano pa bang mangyayari sa buhay ko.  Sabihin na nating ayoko muna siyang isipin ngayon.  Tsaka na, kapag nalampasan ko na lahat ng sakit na'to.

Nakakagago lang kasi ang kabalintunaan ng sitwasyon.  Nangyari pa sya sa panahong sobrang ramdam ko na mahal na mahal ko sya.  Nangyari sya sa panahong alam kong nag-mature na ako kahit papa'no sa relasyon namin.  Nangyari sya pagkatapos na pagkatapos kong makakita ng isang shooting star sa unang pagkakataon sa tanang buhay ko, at hiniling kong sana'y magtagal kami habambuhay.

Naririnig ko na ba ang "Ironic" ni Alanis Morisette?  Hahaha.  Sing it with me! =))  Seryoso, wala na atang kabalintunaan ng buhay ang tatalo pa diyan.

Nakakagago sya.  Hindi ko inasahan 'to.  Not at all.  Andami ko pa ngang ginawa para malibre ang latter part ng sembreak, dahil alam kong late matatapos ang semestre nya.  Binukod ko na ang isa't kalahating linggo para sa kanya.  Fully booked na'ko kahit pa wala pa kaming plano kung sa'n pupunta o magliliwaliw.  Matagal na naming sinasambit pareho, "dalawang linggo na lang; isang linggo na lang..." Para sa kanya 'tong panahong 'to, gaya ng para sa kanya ang bawat libreng oras ng buhay ko.

Hindi ko alam na para sa ibang bagay pala ang countdown na 'yon.  Sana man lang may clue, pero wala eh.  It's over even before I knew it has the possibility to come out like this.

Hindi ko rin maintindihan pero ang isa pang pinakamasakit ay 'yung fact na wala namang nangyari.  Hindi kami nag-away, wala akong nagawang mali, wala siyang nagawang masama.  Basta't nawala na lang.  Bigla na lang "it's not working anymore."  Haha.  Ipiprint ko 'yang statement na 'yan at ipapa-frame ko, para mapaalalahanan ako araw-araw ng kagaguhan ng rason na 'yan.

Kung tutuusin, maayos na maayos kami.  Oo, nag-aaway kami, pero dumadating naman sa punto na naaayos.  Parte naman ng relasyon yun, at sa dalawang taon ba naman namin magkasama eh ewan ko na lang kung hindi pa kami sanay sa mga away namin.  Lumabas pa kami the day before, although pakiramdam ko pinagbigyan nya lang ako nun.  Okay naman kami eh, pero sya hindi na ata okay sa "kami."  Hindi ko inakalang siya pa ang bibitaw.  Maraming beses akong gustong umalis na noon, pero 'di ko kinakaya, bumabalik talaga ako.

Hindi ko nakitang kaya niya akong bitawan.  Nang ganun ganun na lang.  Dahil sa isang estupidong rason na "it's not working anymore."  Well if it's not working, fix it, diba?!

Hindi ko na alam kung pa'no ko tatapusin 'to.  Marami na'kong nasabi at marami pang gustong sabihin, pero hindi matatapos 'to hangga't hindi ko bibigyan ng katapusan.  Magluluksa ako sa mga susunod na araw, dadamhin ang pighating siya lang ang makapagdudulot sa'kin.  Pero pangako ko sa sarili kong tatayo ako at magpapakabuti.  Hindi ako matitinag ng iisang tao lang.  Nabuhay ako ng dalawampung taon hindi para sirain lang ng taong pinakamamahal ko.  Tatayo ako, babangon at magpapakatibay.  Sabi nga ni Ate Gretch, "Resilient ata 'to!"  Hahahahaha.

Nanghihinayang ako na hanggang dito na lang ito.  Pero hindi ako nanghihinayang sa dalawang taon ng pagmamahalan at tatlong taon pa ng pagkakaibigan.  Hindi ko naiisip noon, pero siguro, dito nagtatapos ang silbi ko sa buhay nya.  Mahal ko pa sya, mahal na mahal.  At hindi ko alam kung mapapakawalan ko pa ang pagmamahal ko na 'yon para sa kanya.  Pero nagpapasalamat ako, gaya nga ng sabi ni Tita Ebel, na minsan sa buhay ko alam kong may nagmahal sa'kin nang totoo.  Hindi nga nagtagal gaya ng gusto ko, pero nagpapasalamat pa rin ako.

Kung dito magtatapos ito, tatanggapin ko.  Mahirap, mahirap na mahirap, pero tatanggapin ko.  Kung hanggang dito na lang, hanggang dito na lang.  Paalam...

Bitter Song #1 - I'm barely breathing...

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain is there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hangin' on to the words you say
You said that I will, will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, having forgot my way home

OHMYGOD!

3 Days, 2 Nights

1,361 Pictures

11 Wonderful Friends

One Heck Of A SemBreak Getaway

This is... SURVIVOR CALATAGAN! 

ABANGAN! =))

*I call the above shot my Makasirang-Pancreas Jump Shot =P

SINONG EXCITED??!

Janina:: OMG NGAYON PA LANG AKO MAGCO-CONSOLIDATE MUH
JM:: GO GO GO Janina:
Janina:: HINDI NA KO MATUTULOG
Janina:: TAPOS KA NA?
Janina:: SORRY ALL CAPS I'M PANICKING
JM:: haha ako mga 2 hours ago lang nagcoconsolidate
Janina:: HAHAHA
JM:: HAHAHA GO GO GO Janina:
JM:: AKO NAG-AANALYZE PA LANG
Janina:: WOKEY CHOVAHIN KO NA 'TO
JM:: STILL HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING
JM:: MUH
Janina:: YUNG UNANG MAKIKITA KO SA ANALYSIS YUN NA
JM:: IM SO EXCITED BUT I HAVENT PACKED YET
JM:: hahahaha
JM:: MUH
Janina:: INUNA KO NA LAHAT FOR CALATAGAN SO I CAN CONCENTRATE ON THIS TONIGHT
Janina:: HAHAHA
Janina:: TONIGHT UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING
JM:: WEEE KAYA NATIN TO Janina:A!!
JM:: GO GO GO!!!
Janina:: BIBILI PA TAYO NG TOGUE SOMEWHERE KASI WALA SA LOSER HYPERMART
JM:: HAHAHA TOGUE FOR WHAT???
Janina:: TAPOS TAYO MAGBABALOT SA CALATAGAN
Janina:: LUMPIA
Janina:: HAHAHA
JM:: AAAHHH HOKE HOKE
Janina:: SABI NIYO GUSTO NIYO NG GULAY
JM:: WE CAN DO THIS!!!
Janina:: HAHAHAHA SAVE MO 'TO
Janina:: ANG SAYA ALL CAPS
JM:: SAN BA NAKAKABILI NG TOGUE??
Janina:: EWAN PALENGKE?
JM:: HAHAHA IBABLOG KO DONT WORY
Janina:: HOMAYGAHD EXCITED NA KO
Janina:: AYOKO NA MAG-WORK
Janina:: WAHAHA
Janina:: SHET ANG DAMI NATING FOOD
JM:: AKO RIIINNNN SHET HINDI NGA AKO MAKA-FOCUS EH!!!
JM:: KAINIS!!!

CALATAGAN, HERE WE COOOOOMMMMMMEEEEE!!! =D

Teenage Love Affair

Rules:
Put your music player on shuffle.
For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

You have to write the song title down no matter how silly it sounds!

*I'm obviously bored.  Got this from my cousin. ;)*

Q1: If someone says, "Is this okay?" you say?
Forever by Chris Brown

It's you and me
Moving at the speed of light into eternity

Q2: What would best describe your personality?
One Step at a Time by Jordin Sparks (Sakto!)

You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet
Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face and the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting
We live and we learn to take

Q3: What do you like in a guy/girl?
Superstar by Lupe Fiasco (Haha mataas expectations? =D)

If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's is here
And the microphone's
And they wanna' know oh oh oh oh, yeah

Q4: How do you feel today?
Won't go home without you by Maroon 5

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe it

Q5: What is your life's purpose?
No Air (Acoustic) by Boyce Avenue (Haha sabi ko na eh...)

But how do you expect me
To live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

Q6: What is your motto?
Nine in the Afternoon by Panic at the Disco

You could cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon

Q7: What do your friends think of you?
Like a Star by Corinne Bailey Rae (tumambling na lang ako eh!)

Just like a star across my sky,
just like an angel off the page,
you have appeared to my life,
feel like I'll never be the same,
just like a song in my heart,
just like oil on my hands,
Honor to love you

Q8: What do you think of your parents?
A song for Mama by Boyz II Men (Ang Galing!!! :D)

You taught me everything
And everything you've given me
I'll always keep it inside
You're the driving force in my life, yeah
There isn't anything
Or anyone that I can be
And it just wouldn't feel right
If I didn't have you by my side

Q9: What do you think about very often?
Stop and Stare by One Republic (Ayus! Pasok sa banga!  Hahaha)

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

Q10: What do you think of your bestfriend?
Pasubali by Sponge Cola (Nyahahahahaha!)

Kailan mo ba matutunan?
Kailan mo ba 'pagsisigawang
'Di mo na 'pagkakailang tayo?
Kay rami nang pinagdaanan
Ano pa ba ang 'yong kailangan?
Nagsusumamo na sabihin mo

Q11: What do you think of the person you like?
Tattoo by Jordin Sparks (Oh Yeah! Hahahaha.  Tattoo-ng tatooo! =D)

You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo I'll always have you

Q12: What is your life story?
I'm not gonna write you a love song by Sara Bareilles (Hahaha ganon??! :P)

I learned the hard way
That they all say
Things you want to hear
My heavy heart
Sinks deep down under you and your
Twisted words your help just hurts

Q13: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Stolen by Dashboard Confessional (So ano 'to, Thief??!  Hahaha)

We are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all
Will sleep well

where's no 14?? wala wala wala.

Q15: What do your parents think of you?
Let Go by Frou Frou (Hahaha pakawala daw! =D)

So, let go,let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

Q16: What will you dance to at your wedding?
Teka by Paraluman (Hala!  Hahaha.  Magiging busy daw masyado ang asawa ko. :P)

Teka teka baka p’wedeng sumingit ako
Sa oras mo
Tutal sinabi mo noon
Ang lahat ay gagawin mo

Q17: What will they play at your funeral?
WAHAHAHA SOULJABOY (Enough said! :|)

Q18: What is your favorite hobby/interest?
Method to Chaos by Urbandub (Haha mahilig daw ako maghasik ng lagim!)

I need affection
Bring fire back to my tongue
Screaming addiction
From my blackened lungs
This pen and paper is my only savior now
From everything
The loneliest time in the world
When shedding your skin

Q19: What is your biggest fear?
The Call by Regina Spektor (Goodbyes...)

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Q20: What is your biggest secret?
Crush by David Archuleta (Wahahaha meron akong secret crush!  Wahahaha)

Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized
And I've just got to know
 
Q21: What will be the title when you repost this?
Teenage Love Affair by Alicia Keys (Haha hanep!)

Nothing really matters
I don't really care
What nobody tell me
I'm gonna be here
It's a matter of extreme importance
My first teenage love affair 

TUMAMBLING NA LANG AKO EH

CRS, ang aga-aga naman!  Hihiritan mo ko ng ganito!

ABA ABER, who are you to declare that I AM NOT A STUDENT??!  Philosophical question yan!  CRS, EGGXPLAIN!

Maskom101

This recent conversation with a guy friend proves how distinct we are in Maskom:

Mikky: JM, anu ibigsabihin ng Muh? (he probably took notice of my status messages recently, which almost always has the word Muh in it)
Mikky: hahahaha
JM: Hahahaha it's an expression, a letting out of air
JM: parang wah
Mikky: so u pronounce it as Moo?
Mikky: hahaha
Mikky: sorry curious
JM: No, as MUH
JM: hahahahaha
Mikky: as in Ma?
JM: as in muh with an H, you literally let out an air
JM: NO, MUH
Mikky: hahahha
Mikky: usap nalang tayo
Mikky: then let me hear it
Mikky: bwahahahaha
JM: hahahaha oo nga
JM: MUH
Mikky: hahahahaha
JM: may variations yan
Mikky: so now we know that its hard to talk about pronounciations in YM
JM: pwede rin WUH
JM: hahahaha true
Mikky: ahhh
Mikky: ayos
Mikky: ha
Mikky: hehe

Hours after...

Mikky: its the muh again
Mikky: hahaa
JM: HAHAHAHHAHAHA
JM: madali lang sya mikky
JM: try mo
JM: let out a pocket of air that starts with an M
Mikky: i pronounce it as moo
Mikky: oooh
Mikky: gets!!
JM: dapat galing sa diaphragm
Mikky: hahahaha
Mikky: i did it!!
JM: hahahahaha gets mo na??
Mikky: woohoo!!! hahaha
JM: WAGI!!!
Mikky: yeah
Mikky: the pocket of air tip did the trick
Mikky: hehehe
JM: hahahaahahahaha napatambling ako sayo mikky
Mikky: hahaha
Mikky: try ko yung wuh
JM: hahahaha ganun din
Mikky: wahahahah i did it too!!!
JM: starts with a W naman
JM: hahahaha panalo ka pare
JM: haha pasensya na ah, expression kasi namin sa masscom yan eh
Mikky: hahaha no pro
Mikky: muh

See, there's a method to our madness!  =))

Hahahaha I therefore conclude na acquired talaga ang tatak maskom!  =))

Nakakapagod na.

Onting konsiderasyon naman, please.

I shouldn't even be the one stressing over this...

Pagmamahal

You gotta love friends.  They're the only ones who care for you enough to be upfront and direct.

Hmmm... guess I won't be rockin' Gerald's scruffy emo look any time soon.  Hehe.

Next time... /=D

9/26/08 - Most Sabaw Day of the Semester

DISCLAIMER:  Please don't hold me liable for any of these.  @_____@  *tambling!!!*

MOST TAMBLING DAY OF THE SEMESTER

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Setting:  Skywalk, Micah was doing her article, Lau was listening to music on her MP3 player, and I, well, I was bored.

JM:  Arrrrggghhh I don't have anything to do!!!
Micah:  *point blank* Shut up!
JM:  @______@ *tambling*

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Same setting, a few minutes after

Micah:  Ba't kaya hindi pa nagtetext si Dyan, ano na kayang update dun?  (Dyan went to an interview with Candy Mag kasi; fast track, as of around 9:30pm natanggap sya!)
JM:  Baka hindi pa tapos.
Micah:  Ah, oo nga.

A few seconds after, and because Lau was still wearing her earphones:

Lau:  Ano na kayang nangyari sa interview ni Dyan?
JM & Micah:  @______@ *tambling*

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Micah: This is such a sabaw day!  And it all started with a piece of underwear! (I refuse to explain that)

Just as Micah was saying those words, a nun suddenly walks past our table.  (Nuns in MassComm?  I know right.)

JM & Micah:  @______@ *tambling!!!*

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JM:  So, anong title ng article mo (on planned teenage pregnancy)?  "Did you plan it?"
Micah:  Hah?!  Digi Planet??!
JM:  @______@ *tambling*

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Marj and Kam, explaining the methodology of their thesis:

Kam: So we're planning to interview all the alumni of Journalism... blah blah blah...
Ma'am:  You'll interview them all?  How?
Kam: Yes, ma'am.  We'll call all of them.  (Or something to that effect)
Ma'am: Ah ok.  Good Luck.
The whole class: @______@ *tambling*
Dan, in a loud voice: Wow ma'am that's very encouraging!
The whole class: @______@ *double tambling*

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Ma'am: They say when you get it from one source, that's plagiarism.  When you get it from many sources, that's research.
The whole class: *crickets, crickets*
Ma'am: You don't get it? That was a joke.
The whole class: @______@ *tambling*

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Salamat sa mga sabaw moments.  Bow.

Exit Strategy

So here’s the game plan:  go through five more months of schooling, excel in everything and dabble in anything, work on The Great Thesis, pass all requirements, finish the yearbook and graduate, hopefully with flying, shining, shimmering rainbow colors.

Easier said than done, of course.  Easier said objectively as well, sans all the melodramatic necessities of a change of phase (or is it pace?).  Such is the life of a journalist: almost completely devoid of emotions, distant from any situation that may compromise the output.

But real life is not a news article.  Far from it, actually.  Real life has overnights, drinking sessions and partying in between.  It has crying sessions, farewell letters, group hugs and bonding moments that seem like eulogies for the dead.  It has all the sentimentality that goes with a Kimerald movie, no matter how cheesy or corny it may be.  It has all these and more, not just a few one-paragraph sentences capped with the dreaded “30” or a sharp sharp in the end.

After this, everything changes.  Change that doesn’t begin with Meanwhile, a 20-year old student of Mass Communication decides to leave school—for good.  It is a change that shall prove pivotal to The Big Plan, that one that sets the course of one’s lifetime.

Times like these I wish life is exactly like a news article.  Pointed lead, supporting details, sharp but almost unnecessary ending, which can always be skipped or cut off.  A news article that represents the Voice of God, absent the occasional shifts in tone that give the piece a voice, an embodiment that supports its existence.  I wish life were that disconnected, a life devoid of sentimentality over little things that tend to be over-exaggerated.

I wish I can skip the last part, that insignificant and unnecessary detail that signals the end of the article.  I wish I can skip farewells, goodbye’s, adieu’s.  I wish I could just go on and jump over that phase and move on with what comes after—the next article, the next headline, the great beyond, whatever is “out there” that isn’t extraterrestrial.  I wish to be rid of all these emotions that seem to push all my buttons—emotions that tend to clutter the page, emotions that turn said into uttered, thought into ruminated, asked into inquired.

I am a journalist.  I said that to myself two years ago, when before I thought I should rather be called a psychologist, one which says reinforcement can either be positive or negative; in any case, it still is a way of encouraging a certain behavior.  But I am a journalist.  A journalist who rather says that the police still hasn’t identified the motive behind the incident.  Clear, direct, concise.  Devoid of any feeling that may seep through and get in the way of getting the message across.

But even if I am a journalist, I’m still a human being.  A human being that feels, that gets hurt, that experiences all these emotions plus more.  So even if I put my game face on and tackle life as a chronicler of history, a life that is hard-pressed and competitive, the world couldn’t—wouldn’t—deprive me of the opportunities to examine, to question, to feel, to think, to analyze the things I’m going through.  Even if it means putting little pieces of me between all these big and illustrious words.

And yet, and yet, the jump is but one hurdle to get through.  What goes after?  What goes next after the tears, the goodbye’s, the deep, pregnant sighs?  What’s there to look forward to beyond the biting cold?  (After Image, sometime in the ‘90s)

Do I become a journalist instantaneously?  Do I jump right into the great snake pit that is the newsroom?  Or do I dilly-dally my way through life, planning my steps, carefully measuring my walk and thinking two steps ahead?  Then again, who really knows?

Sure, the allure of donning the glitz and glamour that is being a media man is, well, alluring.  Just imagine the elusive Press ID, all those exclusive events, interviews with famous and important people… the feeling of being significant, sought-after, wanted—but not in a sinister kind of way.  It’s all tempting.  It’s there.  It’s the Bright Red Apple to my existence in the Garden of Eden.

But the question is, do I take a bite and gain all that it has to offer?

And what of the moral principles I choose to hold on to?  What of Press Freedom, of the Right to Information, of Ethics, of The Public’s Right To Know?  Will it do me any good?  Will it feed my mouth and those mouths I need or choose to feed?  Will Utilitarianism, Humaneness, Balance, Fairness—will they bring me anywhere?

Once again, who knows, right?  If I knew I definitely wouldn’t be asking all these questions.

I just wish there’s an easier way than this.  I wish there’s a however, Mr. Tuazon refused to comment on the matter to this situation—a quick evasion, an escape route, a short cut.  But there’s no evading these big questions in life.  In a world where people tell you what to do, where to go, what to wear and who to talk to, the universe conspires and turns the spotlight on you.  The journalist becomes the news, and the universe asks the questions:

So, Mr. Tuazon, after all the things you had to go through, what’s next for the man who did a little too much?

I know I don’t know right now.  But I know I’ll find the answer in the next great story I’m pursuing: Life.

Juggle

Sometimes I think if it's even worth it...

Sometimes I ask myself why I'm the one who has to sacrifice just to get things done...

Sometimes I wonder if I could just drop it all off...

Maybe they'll realize the balls and the pins and the bottles have all but fallen, and have  crashed to the floor.

Maybe the noise will make their heads turn.

Maybe the peculiar sensation of a pattern broken will make their eye twitch.

Maybe the tension will fill the air and nag their souls.

Maybe they'll realize I've been juggling for them all along...

But unless I become certain, all these are but just maybe's.

Fuck this stress.  Thank God for de-stressors.

No Grad Pic Yet? Don't Fret!

Zone 5 Studios will accept walk-in CMC clients tomorrow, September 23, 2008, from lunch time onwards.  Just have your 50% downpayment ready and they'll shoot you on the fly, just like that!

Don't know how to go to Zone 5 Studios?  I SAID DON'T FRET!  Here's the map ('cause we know what Dora says, we need... .... .... ... ... ... a MAP!):

From UP, simply ride a UP-PANTRANCO Jeep then drop off at DELTA (Quezon Avenue corner West Avenue).

It's that easy!  So why wait?!  Minsan lang 'to!  And I'm sure you've heard how wonderful their studio is.  So... tara na! =)

Pakipasa na lang sa friends mo na di pa nagpapa-gradpic, okay?!  Salamat!!! =D

HOY!!! Basahin mo 'to, KERI?!

AT PAG NABASA MO NA, IPOST MO RIN AT IPASA PARA MABASA NG LAHAT, KERI??!

KERI!

(URL of image: http://jmtuazon.tinig.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/test-poster2-420x577.jpg)

A word of advice

Before I proceed, please do check who are the only people who can view this.  This is a very delicate matter, and I don't want to appear like I'm spreading malicious imputations or anything derogatory; but I believe YOU should know about this, just so you'd be prepared.  But please don't spread this, okay?

Last week our J199 prof, Dr. Malou de Ocampo, asked us to submit the RRL and Framework of our thesis.  Since I was going solo for my thesis, I obliged and did my work.  I believe some of you can attest that I didn't sleep Thursday night just to do those parts (Hi K.Lo and Elsie!).

The next day, I submitted my paper to her.  Last Tuesday, she returned the papers, mine having a few marginal notes on the first few pages of the RRL, correcting me of some of the mistakes I've committed.  I even received a 9/10 in that part.  The Study Framework, however, was subject to revision.  I believe she only read the first page of that part, seeing as there were no marginal notes in the succeeding pages.

When I came to class this afternoon, she told me that she wanted to talk to me after class.  At this point I started to get nervous.  When a prof tells you to "see her after class," it only means you've done something wrong or the professor wants to do something "naughty" with you.  Haha.  Seeing as to the impossibility of the latter, I started to jog my mind for possible offenses I may have committed.  But she said it was about my paper.  It could only be one thing if it's about my paper...

So I waited 'til the end of the class so that we could discuss and get it over with.  I tried to convince myself that my worst fear isn't true, that maybe she's just going to commend me for my excellent work (I know, I know, mayabang na.  But I had to appease myself).

When the class ended, I approached her, wanting to talk to her already.  But she told me that she'll "speak to me last."  KABOG, mga friends.  Hindi ko kinaya.  Napakapit talaga ako.  Malalang malala na ito, sabi ko sa sarili ko.  If this is not something serious, I believe she could openly discuss it with me in front of my classmates.  But no.  I'll speak to you last.  At this point nanlalata na talaga ako and I could feel na unti-unti na'kong hina-highblood.

When my turn came, I approached her with my laptop in hand.  She asked for my paper but stupid me, I forgot to bring it.  I showed her a soft copy instead.  Then, she asked: "Did you really do your paper."  Okay, cut.  Fade out.  Soundtrack music off.  Ambient sounds off.  Everything off.  I could feel my blood rushing through my head.  My worst fear was confirmed.  She's accusing me of plagiarism.

Of course, I tried to defend myself.  I told her I really did that work, that I slaved over it, over sleepless nights, blah blah blah blah blah.  But the look on her face, it was very, very revolting.  It was filled with doubt.  She said that my work was "too polished" for a first draft.  At this point I wanted to scream at her face and throw cuss words at her.  But I'm a nice child, so I restrained myself.  I kept on telling her that it was I who did the work, that I slaved over it, paulit-ulit-ulit... Then she asked if I've done the same paper before, or if I copied it off somewhere.  At this point I thought she was fishing for acts of self-plagiarism.  Of course I haven't done it before!  And it's impossible to copy it from somewhere else, seeing as the research gap, the essence, the hole my study was trying to fill with, is the fact that there are no local literature written about the matter.  So it's impossible that somebody else thought of it first!  Kasi ni-research ko talaga ito.  At wala talaga, friends.  Believe me.

I don't know what happened next, or I didn't want to remember.  But I remember staring blankly in her eyes, hers staring back at mine, as if asking me what to do now.  I could see the disbelief in her eyes.  I continued to defend myself, told her I'd show her my sources, pointed her to some of my electronic sources to which she apathetically nodded upon and breezed through.  At this point alam kong hindi sya naniniwala sa'kin.  She was even asking of my framework model.  Gusto ko siyang murahin at this point kasi putangina, halatang hindi niya binasa yung paper ko kasi mga 2 or 3 pages away lang yung framework model ko from the last page she had notes on.  Putangina talaga.

My eyes then started to well up.  With my voice breaking, I told her it's unfair for me to be accused of something as grave as plaigiarism when I've put blood, sweat and tears over my thesis.  At solo na nga ako sa lagay na 'yun eh, so doble talaga ang hirap kasi parehong ako lang ang gumawa.  I felt really, really offended.  I thought to myself, hindi ko deserve ito.  Andami kong hirap na pinagdaanan para sa buwakananginang thesis na yan, to the point of straining friendships, sacrificing trips to the mall or precious Internet time.  Tangina.  Tapos gaganyanin ka lang?!

Nung makita niyang tumutulo na luha ko, nag-iba tono niya.  She started to be nice, telling me that she just asked because she wanted to know/confirm.  EH TANGINA NYA.  If she's going to ask, that's equal to accusing someone kasi you have some sort of assumption going at the back of your mind.  BA'T DI NA LANG SIYA NAGSEARCH SA NET KUNG ALAM NAMAN PALA NIYANG KINOPYA KO LANG??!  For sure nasa Internet yun kung totoo nga.  Eh tangina niya accuse agad eh!  Di man lang chineck or vinerify kung totoo yung perception niya.

Sabi ko na lang sa kanya, para lang matapos na, sabi ko I get her.  She hasn't seen any of my works before kaya niya inisip na ganun.  Pero tangina naman, have we become so cynical that a work that stood out in class (her words, not mine) is something to be approached with doubt?  Tangina.  Ganun na ba tayo ka-jaded?  Na isang magandang bagay to come out of this pile ay hindi totoo, na peke, na kiyeme-kiyeme lang at 'di dapat paniwalaan?!  BULLSHIT!

Andami kasing nakaka-aggravate na factors eh.  One, THESIS ito, friends.  THESIS.  Hindi lang basta-basta article o ano eh, THESIS.  Naka-attach yung bibliography ko, sana chineck niya.  Kumpleto 'yun.  Tangina hirap na hirap ako maghanap kung pano mag-bibliography na APA style eh!  Sana umabot man lang siya sa page na 'yun.

Two, Comm Res dept sya galing eh.  DIBAAAA???!!  Hindi ko na kailangan i-explain.  Nakaka-aggravate talaga siya.

Three, sabi nga ni Sheila Coronel, we live in the age of the Internet.  Taena isang Google search lang yun kumpirmado mo na kung nag-plagiarize yung tao o hindi eh.  Pakshet.

Four, returning employee sya.  Nag-retire na siya before.  So hindi ko alam kung expert ba talaga siya sa bagay na yan for her to be throwing accusations around like that.  Tangina kung si Chua 'to manginginig na tuhod ko, pakshet aamin agad ako kahit hindi totoo eh.  Pero hindi sya si Ma'am Chua eh.  SHE WILL NEVER BE 1/1000000000000000 PARTS OF WHAT MAM CHUA REALLY IS.

Nangyari na 'to sa isang kakilala eh.  And now I understand what that person feels.  Nakakagalit nang sobra-sobra.  Instead na purihin ka sa paghihirap na ginawa mo, gagaguhin ka pa, pagbibintangan ka pang nangopya o nanggaya sa iba.  Tanginang lipunan yan!

Ang nakakainis pa, sobra-sobra na pangdi-drill nila ng PLAGIARISM PLAGIARISM PLAGIARISM words of caution sa mga estudyante, eh alam ba nila kung pano iaapproach yung mga ganyang kaso?!  Hindi eh.  Half the time unfounded yung mga claims nila eh.  Diba?  Nakakangitngit ng wisdom tooth eh.

Ayun lang.  Sobrang sinira niya talaga araw ko.  Strike two siya, friends, strike two.  Pangalawa nang foul na ginawa sa'kin this week.  Taena talaga world 'wag ka sa-strike three sa'kin di mo magugustuhan mangyayari!!!

Gusto kong pasalamatan sina K.Lo, Dyan at Hannah na super pinasaya ako kanina nung naiiyak-iyak na talaga ako.  Taena I can't live without you friends!!!  Alabshu (yickee!)!!!  Hahaha.  Seryoso.  I really appreciate it, friends.  You have uplifted my spirits.  Maaasahan ko talaga ang aking Greek Chorus.  Hahahaha.

Yun lang.  Word of advice lang sa'ting lahat.  Sana hindi rin mangyari sa'yo 'to.  Sana hindi na mangyari kahit kaninuman.  Nakakainis eh.  Diba??!

Long Weekends are good. Very long weekends are...

Iskos and Iskas got their much-deserved rest from academic stress this weekend as one holiday after another cancelled two days of classes, giving everyone a four-day vacation.

So what does one do with 96 hours of free time?  What else?  Catch up with more academic work!  Hahaha.

Ninoy Aquino day is on the 21st but we all know our President is an economist so she wants us to spend money to "stimulate" the economy, whatever that means.  Luckily for us, Quezon City day (which falls on the 19th) isn't a national holiday so there's no reason for moving it, giving us a full four days of free time to spend (more like, splurge).

The Big Two-Oh

 N.B. This is my last exercise piece for Creative Writing 141 - Creative Nonfiction (Autobiographical Writing).  The tall order is "Shifting Forms."  IT WAS HARD, considering there's a word limit.  So if you don't understand this, don't worry, you're not supposed to.

The Big Two-Oh

I wrote it on the survey questionnaire, hand stiffly holding the pen, ink making its way in painful strokes along the surface of pristine white paper; and then, I cringed.  There is not a feeling of remorse with knowing, but with writing where things become permanent than they actually are, it becomes frustrating.  And as I write the big two numbers that define my life, I gaze at the truth that has been with me for several days now but have refused to accept its reality:  I’m 20.  I have crossed the threshold, straight into the great beyond.

It’s been two decades since I first stepped out of my mother’s womb.  It may not be a big deal to some but hearing it—seeing it printed on paper for the first time—makes it more than just a matter of figures.  It is a passage, a gateway into another world.  A “point of no return,” or “crossing the rubicon” according to Julius Caesar.

Nothing could equal the feeling one gets when truth is set on paper.  This is what makes newspapers credible, contracts binding and statements truthful.  What has been written cannot be undone, and what has been written shall ring true from here on end.

*

<blitz_krieg47>       I wonder what comes after?  You know, after all this fuss.

<fuzzy_logic29>       One could only hazard a guess.

<blitz_krieg47>       I know, right?

<blitz_krieg47>       People may say it’s nothing, it’s easy, it’s no different.  But you won’t really know it ‘til you’re there.

<fuzzy_logic29>       Right.  The best way to understand something is to experience it, or so the cliché goes.

<blitz_krieg47>       Sometimes I wish I’m not this sentimental.

<blitz_krieg47>       It just spurs a lot of unnecessary emotions that I tend to harbor.

<fuzzy_logic29>       Don’t be so hard on yourself.

<fuzzy_logic29>       Remember what your philosophy used to be?

<fuzzy_logic29>       Be spontaneous.

<blitz_krieg47>       Be spontaneous.  Haha.

<blitz_krieg47>       Thanks for reminding me.

 *

People say drinking too much coffee will make you nervous.  I say being a full-fledged adult makes me doubly—sometimes triply—nervous.  Not because of the things that I’ll soon encounter, but because I’m suddenly jolted into the shoes of my parents.  Having a younger sister doesn’t make things a teeny bit easier.  Now I understand… I would often catch myself saying.

*

To my dear little sister,

I was very nervous when I took you to your UPCAT exam the other week.  I know I should’ve been a bit more calm and supportive, giving you advice and encouraging you to do your best, but the brotherly instincts got the best of me.  I know I sounded like Dad when I gave you advice after advice, and they may have threatened you; but I’m glad that you’re calm and composed and optimistic about all this.

You are the youngest in the family, and as I begin to exit a life I’ve led for the past two decades, I could only think of you—you who’s the last in the family to go through this stage.  I have my fears, but I have my hopes as well.  I could only wish the best for you, my lil sis.

I know I have not been the best brother in the world, but I hope I could make up for all my shortcomings.  You have not been the best little sister either, but I guess I can’t blame you for that.  I’m just glad we’re as close as over right now.  I assure you, though you may hardly notice it, things’ll only get better from now on.

I have the utmost trust in you!

Forever your Kuya,
JM

*

My sister and I disagree on a lot of things, but one thing we always agree about:  music.  I think we inherited our pop sensibilities from our mother, who’s very liberal when it comes to tastes and preferences.

She may have her own preference for other things, but most of the time our taste in music jives.  I remember one summer when we would religiously tune into MTV waiting for Backstreet Boys’ “I Want It That Way” to be played.  We were such teeny-boppers then.

But we’re in different places now.  She’s barely even starting college, and I’m well on my way out of it.  We didn’t even meet halfway.  There are far more things we like differently now, and, sad to say, music would become one of it.

*

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not 'there'
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see?


- One Republic, “Stop and Stare”

Ang thoughtless lang ng argument na 'to... [UP Students are Fake Scholars?]

Okay.  Let's make things clear.

1)  The post you're about to read is from a New Era University Student.
2)  He is criticizing the use of the word "Iskolar ng Bayan," in its true context, meaning education is being paid for by the taxpayers.
3)  This is a rambling of a distressed Filipino citizen and NEU student for no particular reason.  Yun naman ang point ng rambling eh, saying things without a point.  Haha.
4)  Dahil rambling ito, wala ring clear rationale, logic, at proposed action.  Talagang total thoughtless, nonsense rambling lang talaga.
5)  Above everything else, no judgment on my part.  Kahit baluktot ang argument.  Kahit may maling grammar.  Kahit hindi ko talaga siya naiintindihan sa abot ng aking makakaya.  Sabi nga ni Boy Abunda at mga showbiz exposes, heto ang ebidensya, kayo na ang humusga.

originally from: http://ramblingsofdennis.wordpress.com/2008/08/04/up-students-fake-scholars/

UP Students: Fake Scholars

•August 4, 2008 • 24 Comments

UP students are not supposed to be called “Iskolar ng Bayan” (Scholar of the Nation). They are “paying scholars”. If you are paying more or less PHP 21, 000, would you really feel that you are indeed a “Iskolar ng Bayan”? Upon enrollment, UP students get in line to pay for their tuition holding wads of cash roughly four times thicker than those from New Era University would pay for. I am sure that we don’t need figures, charts, and statistics to prove the veracity of my claim.

Had it been somebody from PUP, PLM, PNU, TUP, or any state university/college who boasted himself as “Iskolar ng Bayan”, I am inclined to agree. Otherwise, if it’s from UP who claims such, I will maintain the same incredulous revulsion.

Braggart, think twice! Admit it or not, you don’t deserve to be called  “Iskolar ng Bayan”… in the true sense of the word.

[UPDATE] Given, may point siya dahil nagtataasan nga naman ang tuition sa UP, and in the literally contextual sense of the word (anu daw?!), hindi nga apt ang label na ito sa mga bagong pasok na UP students.  But the label goes beyond that mere function naman eh.  Diba, diba?!

Dahil journalist ako, nag-investigate ako at nalaman kong may impetus naman pala ang statement na ito (na originally ay pinost pala as reply sa blog ni Bikoy), and I quote:

I am supposed to pursue my MA on this “state-subsidized private school” (as you call it) but the tuition just caught me off guard that I decided to enroll at PUP instead.

Kaya naman pala...

Sana Acads na lang...

Gaya nga ng sabi namin ni IA, sana, sana, Acads na lang ang pinoproblema, 'wag nang isama ang ibang bagay...

At least ang acads, kung hindi mo alam ang gagawin, pwede kang magbasa ng libro o magresearch sa internet o magpatulong sa classmate o sa kapatid...

At least ang acads, 'pag masyadong marami, nakakatulong ang kape para makapagpagising...

At least ang acads, worst case scenario na ang pagbagsak sa subject, eh alam naman nating lahat na hindi pa katapusan ng mundo 'yun...

At least sa acads, may 4,000+ kang karamay sa university at daan-daang libo pa nationwide.  At least alam mong katiting lang ang problema mo kumpara sa iba...

At least sa acads, alam mong one way or another some other student has surpassed what you are experiencing now... clear at definite ang steps, at alam mong sigurado kahit anong mangyari may solusyon sa problema, effort lang ang kailangan...

Hindi 'yung may pinoproblema ka pa bukod sa acads.  Anjan ang lovelife, family life, friendship, org life, affiliations, commitments, etc. etc...

Haaayyyy... sana acads na lang.

Kung totoo 'to, please, do me a favor, paki-laslas lang ang leeg at pulso ko

*grabbed from http://mabel16.multiply.com/journal/item/113/PINOY_VERSION_OF_GOSSIP_GIRL_

ABS-CBN will air the pinoy version of Gossip Girl soon. FINAL CAST:

Serena van der Woodsen: KC Concepcion
Dan Humphry: John Loyd Cruz
Blair Waldorf: Anne Curtis
Nate Archibald: Sam Milby
Chuck Bass: Luis Manzano
Jenny Humphry: Angelika Panganiban

Alam mong mahal mo ko,
ekis o ekis o ----> yun eh!  :)))
gassip gerl (wtf???!) aka chismosang babae

Ang cheap lang aaaahhh!!!  Feeling ko naman hindi totoo 'to.  Pero  nakakalurlur pa rin altogether.

2008 State of the Nation Address

Full Text Here.

As usual, puro bullshit na naman.  Tsk tsk tsk...

Wushoooo...

Sensitive Doer (SD)

*parenthetical statements by yours truly

Sensitive Doers are gentle, modest and reserved persons (hmmm...). They cope well with everyday life and like their privacy (check!). With their quiet, optimistic nature, they are also good, sought-after listeners and other people feel well in their company (not for me to say). All in all, this type is the most likeable and friendliest of all personality types (ay, may ganun?!). Tolerance and their regard for others distinguish their personality. (true, true) They are very caring, generous and always willing to help. They are open to and interested in everything that is new or unknown to them (akchuli!). However, if their inner value system or their sense of justice is hurt, Sensitive Doers can suddenly and surprisingly become forceful and assertive (ay totoo ito.  kaya don't hurt my inner value system or sense of justice, hmmkay?).

Sensitive Doers enjoy the comforts life offers to the full (translation: slackers ang mga SD!!!). They are very happy in everyday life (what's there to be sad about???). Sensitive Doers are often gifted artists or very good craftsmen (eherm.  *lilok, lilok*). Creativity, imagination and an especially keen perception are just a few of their strong points (imagination?  yeah, I've got one.  a pretty wild one at that.  hahahaha). Sensitive Doers are very presence-oriented; long-term planning and preparations do not appeal to them (in short: pariwara!  walang plano sa buhay!  nyahahaha). They take life as it comes and react flexibly to daily demands. (flexible daw o!) They do not like too much routine and predictability. (that is sooooo true) Their talents come more to the fore when work processes are variable and there are not so many rules (hahahahahaha natawa naman ako sa accuracy ng information na to!  hahahaha). Sensitive Doers like to work alone; if they are part of a team, they do not get involved in competitive or power games and prefer living and working together harmoniously and openly (ayon.  pasok sa banga!).

Sensitive Doers are completely satisfied with a small, close circle of friends as their need for social contacts is not very marked (muhahahahhaha). Here, too, they avoid conflicts - quarrels and disputes put considerable strain on them (nakaka-stress naman kasi mang-away!). Sensitive Doers are often very fond of animals and are very good with small children (acheche!  biglang may ganito?!  erase erase!!!). As partner, this type is loyal and reliable and is willing to invest a lot in a relationship (ehem... XP). Mutual respect and tolerance are very important to Sensitive Doers (i think it should be to everybody). Their love of pleasure makes them a pleasant companion with whom one can experience intensive moments (intensive??!). They like to look after their partner with attentiveness and small gifts and are very sensitive to the partner’s needs - often more than to their own (yickeeee...). However, should they meet the wrong person, they run the risk of being taken advantage of. (OUCH.  >__<) They are then deeply disappointed (haaayyy...).

Adjectives which describe your type

introverted (check!), practical (check!), emotional (check!), spontaneous (check!), sensitive, (check!) peace-loving (check!), reserved (hmmm... nyahahahaha!), gentle (ay!  define gentle!), good-natured (environmentalist ba ang synonym nito?  wahahahaha), independent, (check!) empathetic (check!), friendly (check!), playful (check!), carefree (check! with wings please!), sympathetic (check!), relaxed (check! except pag stressful moments.  panic panic panic!), quiet (check! pramiiiiissssss!!!), modest (syempre pag chineck ko to hindi na ko modest.  nyahahahaha!), pleasure-loving (check! ba't, sino bang hindi?!), loyal (check! parang aso lang!), obliging (check! what did i say?  ASO!), caring (check! uuuyyyyy...), helpful (check! may i help you?), optimistic (check!)

These subjects could interest you

art (check!), music (check! not so much), craftwork (check! *lilok, lilok*), garden work (acheche!), animals (acheche ulit!), nature (for more acheche!), literature (check!), drawing/painting (check! pero di ako magaling hihi), astrology (CHECKKK! mahilig ako sa stars!  at moons!  at planets!), spiritual things (check!), meditation (check! new age?), music (check! bat ka umuliiit, ha???!), handicrafts (check!), writing (check! talagang save the best for last eh noh?!  hahaha.)

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In fairness lang sa survey na'to, mga 98% kuha niya!  Try mo rin!  =)

August 1 is Boozefest Day!!!

Hi guys!

Before I excite your alcoholic sensibilities, let me turn on my mushy sentiments for a while.  As some of you may know, I'm turning twentyeen next week.  I know most of us have gone through, are going through, or will go through this stage once in our lifetime, and that aging and turning a year older is actually not a matter to be sentimental about.

But please do pardon this little rhetoric which I'm going to fill your ears with right now:  I know it's not a big deal to turn twenty to any other person but it is to me.  It's such a big deal that I chose it as a topic for my CW141 extensive thought paper a-la Alchemy of Mabi David and Three Meditations on Death by William Vollman.  So yeah, it's that a big deal to me.  I cherish my being "young" and a "teenager" so much that entering the 'hood of the twenty-something seems nothing else but frightening to me.

Stress is the consequence of the failure to adapt to change.  That has no definite relation to what I was saying but it feels good to know what it means, right?  Haha.  Now Stress! is not just a mere expression.  <Me and my idiosyncrasies!>

I never celebrated my birthdays before.  Sometimes I would spend it in the company of some friends.  Sometimes I wouldn't celebrate it at all.  Sometimes, I would hop through five cities just to meet up with friends (who, strangely enough, are sporadically dispersed throughout the metro) to celebrate.  But I never gathered friends in a small gathering to celebrate my birthday.

But now I will.  And now I'm doing it, with you guys.  So take it as a vote of confidence and friendship if you receive this note.  It means you've been something in my life as of late (ahaaayyy cheesy!).  Seriously.  This could be our last year in College for all we know!  Let's make it last, let's make it the best, let's have some fun, let's drink some booze!!!  BOOYEAHHHH!!!

So ayun.  Ang gusto ko lang naman sabihin, tara, inuman tayo!  August 1.  4PM onwards.  Drew's Katipunan.  Sana kasya tayo dun lahat.  Aagahan namin para makapag-reserve na ng space!  Wahehe.  I'll try my best to have the drinks on me, but bring extra cash just in case I run out of money.  Haha.  And for more, pasahan ng thesis concept paper yun, so don't you want to destress after a hectic week of thesis-problematizing???!  Uuuuyyy sasama na yan!  Hehehe.

Note lang:  sana kung natanggap mo 'to, wag mo na ipasa sa iba.  Mahirap na ang buhay ngayon, at kasabay ng pagtaas ng gasolina at bigas ay ang pagtaas ng gin, pomelo, at  ng iba't iba pang mga mix sa Drew's.  So onti lang pera ko, so let's keep this gathering small, hokey?  Tsaka na yung enggrandeng salu-salo, pag ka-level ko na si Daddy Yammy.  Wahehehehe.  =P

Inaasahan kita, friend.  Whoooo let's make this count.  =)

Dalawang Bagay na Pumapatay sa Pagkakaibigan

CHISMIS
Sabi-sabi, balitang ibinulong ng lupa at hangin.  Mga hindi kumpirmadong pagtingin, mga haka-hakang nakatago sa salitang matatalim.  Ang chismis, o tsismis, ay impormasyong nakatayo sa mahinang buhangin.  Hindi kumpirmado, hindi sigurado.  Kaya kapag kumalat, away panigurado.

PULITIKA
Pagkakaibigang tinalikuran dahil lang sa pagkakaiba ng pananaw o kultura.  Mga taong may pinapanigan ang nakakalamang.  Mga magkakampi at magkakaaway.  Mga taong ineetsapwera sa ngalan ng kampihan.

CHISMIS at PULITIKA.  Dalawang Bagay na Pumapatay sa Pagkakaibigan.

Bakit kasi may mga tao na kapag sinabihan mo ng sikreto, automatic akala nila tsismis ang sinasabi mo.  Tsk tsk tsk...

EEEPPP!!!

ERASERHEADS REUNION CONCERT WTF!!!  Better start sending Christmas invitations now because CHRISTMAS IS COMING EARLY!!!  WHERE DO I BUY TICKETS???!!

Hey yo CMC Seniors (Batch 09)!

Dahil mga gurang na tayo may sarili na tayong Yahoo Groups!  Yaaaaayyyyy!

This is open to all Senior Students of CMC.  So lahat ng departments andito.  Sana lahat tayo mag-signup!  For VOX endeavours and all!  Go go go para ma-update na sa latest!

P.S. Maraming happenings na concerning seniors in the next several weeks, so sana mag-signup tayo para laging updated!  Paki-kalat na rin sa lahat ng senior friends.  =)  Salamats!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/cmc_seniors09/

TO ALL 4-CARAVARIO BATCH 2005

Hi guys!  Sorry to be making this late announcement.  But a mother of our classmate recently passed away due to cancer this week.

Friday's (Pablo) mom, Tita Winnie, passed away the night of June 2 after being confined for almost six months after a gruelling battle with breast cancer.  Her remains lay in state at Arlington Memorial Chapels along Araneta Avenue near SM Centerpoint in Manila.  (To go there, you can ride the LRT and alight at either V.Mapa or J.Ruiz station, and you can either take a trike or a jeep along araneta avenue, but you can also walk.  It's that near.)

If you could, please do drop by and offer your condolences personally to Friday and his family.  Interment will be on Tuesday, July 8, so you still have until next week to go.  If you rschedule doesn't permit a visit to the wake, please do text your sympathies to Friday at his number (09062881270).  He would really appreciate your concern at this trying time.

I would also appreciate it if you could pass this message around so that everybody will  be able to know (especially our teachers at Don Bosco, Ma'am Olive, Ma'am Ria, etc.)  Let us extend our deepest sympathies to Friday's family through our own little ways.

That's all!  God Bless you all!