A Dose Of Orange Ink

Link Exchange, You Like?

2012-01-27T14:27:00.001+08:00

Hi there. I cannot make any serious and long posts right now because of a lot of stuffs on queue. At least nakasingit ako for a couple of minutes to visit my blog.

Btw, you want to exchange links with me? Just fill these two blanks below , follow me, and I will surely follow you back as fast as I can. Leave your links on the comment section below this post. Oh so thank you very much. Have a good day always.

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Salamat uleet. Orange Pulps.

A Long Queue of Orange Peels

2012-01-20T20:13:00.000+08:00

Isang malaking TGIF, first and foremost because this week which has been dreaded by all college students is finally over. The Midterms Week! 'Di pa man ako tapos sa lahat ng exams ko, at least my brain can rest for three to four days before another lengthy major examinations.

WARNING: PHOTO BULK AHEAD. BANG! (wala ako masabi eh -_-)

epal na orange tsinelas.

Nakakakakakakakakakakapuyat man ang mag-aral hanggang 1:00 a.m. at magpantasya kay Coco Martin habang natutulog sa mesa dahil sa lamig (lelz), okay lang. Natapos na ang January 16 to 20. I will have less worries in the coming days. I will have more sleep tomorrow, and I will have more kulitan moments with my siblings. Praise God for the wisdom He gave. Praise God for the enlightenment. Praise God for the good scores. Praise God. ^^

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Hindi nakokompleto ang araw ko without kulitan moments with my kapatids. Ayan, Taglish na si ate. haha. If my eyes begin to fail me for the night and my hands and fingers grow tired writing questionnaires, I dive into my bed, tickle my siblings and tell them to pose for the cam. (ate na narci) Kevs na sa mga exams, makulit ko lang sila. haha.

Goodbye long exams. Hello to a movie marathon weekend. Hello to a Monday Holiday. tootles and Godspeed!

The Year's First Friday the 13th (Malas Daw?)

2012-01-13T13:46:00.000+08:00

I don't really believe in the "kamalasan" of Friday the 13th. But this day keeps on dragging me to a series of unfortunate events.

Right after I breakfasted, dirty dishes were my next big thing. Since my first class starts one hour before noon, I was confident that I could still make it early to school. I tarried, and enjoyed the bubbles on the sink. The next thing I did was remove the strainer basket for the morsels to drain faster. I did not notice that a spoon slipped off my grip and it came tinkling down the pipe. Good heavens! Nanay and tatay mustn't know, or else I'm dead. I didn't know how many minutes I stood in that sink, trying to pull that silver thing below. 'Din rin naman ako pinagpawisan dahil nga wala akong ma produce na pawis. Anyway, after several attempts, I finally got it through the help of our wooden ladle. Success! I quickly returned the strainer basket in the fear that I'd do it again, and finished the dishes with a sigh of relief.

I took a bath, prepared myself for school, discovered that my cold was worsening, brushed my teeth, said goodbye to my little brother, and waited for a vehicle to pass by. But unlike other days, it took me almost 30 minutes of waiting along the highway before a turtle-paced jeepney came. Napilitan akong sumakay because of the thought that a bus won't surface for the next 30 minutes. Ending? 'Di ako nakapasok sa one and only class ko for the morning dahil late na naman ako. Ang saya! :'(

What's going to happen next? I don't know. What I know is that these all are not products of the so-called "kamalasan of Friday the 13th." These are all products of a clumsy me. Happy Friday the 13th. *big smile*

Paboritong Prito

2012-01-12T11:01:00.000+08:00

"Ikaw juy paboritong tripingan ug mga gulang nga pasahero ug dispatcher sa v-hire sah?"

(Ikaw talaga ang paboritong tripan ng mga matatanda't dispatcher sa v-hire 'noh?)

With a surprised countenance, Israelli (a close friend) laughed at my story and gave the aforementioned statement. Sino ba naman ang hindi matatawa sa mga pangyayaring, let's say, di naman nakakainis, di rin masyadong nakakatawa, pero pwede na ring nakaka-wonder. haha. Di ko talaga alam ang term na itatawag do'n.

Here's the fetch. Just this morning, while I was riding on a V-hire to school (dahil naiwanan na naman ng bus), I've noticed that the dispatcher/conductor was looking at me from time to time. Magaling kaya akong mag detect ng eye movements nang di nahahalata. haha. Peripheral power! ^^ Anyhow, di na yata makapag-kontrol si manong sa feelings n'ya kaya ayon, nagsalita rin.

"Sa Dumaguete ka ga-skwila?" (Sa Dumaguete ka nag-aaral?), he asked. I nodded.

More questions came, and I don't have to enumerate. Feel ko sa mga oras na 'yon, parang bumagal ang takbo ng sinasakyan ko, although the driver was able to overtake the bus na nang-iwan sa 'kin. The last hirit ng mama was this.

"Ga-ulian ka kay ganahan ka makakita sa imung uyab didto sa inyo sah?" (Araw-araw kang umuuwi sa inyo dahil gusto mo'ng makita lagi jowa mo noh?)

Sarcastic na ang pagkatingin ko sa kanya. Sana naman di na offend 'yong tao. I gave my most sincere answer.

"Wala ko'y uyab uy." (Wala akong bf.)

Di makapaniwala si mama. Humirit na naman. "Kana rabang musulti nga walay uyab, mao nay naay uyab. Hala!" (Ang mga taong nagsasabing wala silang bf, yon ang meron talagang bf. (*tumawa pa)

So s'ya na ngayon ang mas may alam sa buhay ko. Hay! Echoserong palaka. Pagdating ko sa school, di ko na napigilan ang dila ko't naglabas na talaga ako ng aking reaction kay Isra. Ayon, natawa. Di lang kasi 'yon ang unang pagkakataon na nangyari sa commuting life ko. At alam niya lahat ng mga stories. haha. 'Pag nasa bus at male counterpart na matanda ang katabi ko, may 50-60% possibility na magtatanong yan sa pangalan ko't hihingi ng number ko. Tapos magtatanong kung may bf ako. I'll tell them the truth, di maniniwala. Mga ewan. Kung dispatcher naman, same thing.

Wala bang mas bata d'yan? 'Yong ka age ko naman, pwede? haha.

Better Late than Never, Diba?

2012-01-10T13:47:00.000+08:00

I had second thoughts on publishing our Christmas Party pictures last year with my school publication family but though not timely, I think I can still catch your attention with our polka-dots inspired attires. haha. O ayan nah! Better late than never nga diba? hehe.

(the following are just snippets of the whole enjoyment. marami pa 'yan somewhere out there! ^^)

Pasensya na talaga sa quality ng pictures. I had a hard time editing the height and the width of these images at parang ayaw ko na talagang mag-edit further. haha. Just click on each one for a better quality. Salamat po! Thank you in English. ^^

Hey! I'm Back

2012-01-09T14:46:00.002+08:00

Skipping the month of December and a couple of days for the month of January this year without posting anything in this blog is a tragic experience for a self-proclaimed chronic blogger like me. hmmf! But yeah, I'm back, really back, with a whole new look -- fresh blog skin and a self-made header. (hihi)

I told myself not to write anything, or do anything which will make me do a post unless everything, from the header to the blog skin, is set for public viewing. I first asked a pub artist who's good at Photoshop to do the header for me and with a seemingly hesitant countenance, he tried it. The outcome? Nada. Not a single attempt. It led me to search for tutorials online and read, and read. The easiest instructions that I stumbled upon was from this site and it used Picnik.com, so hooray for today. Hooray for Monday! (I still thank him for not doing my requested header because I learned to do one. I learned something today.) ^^

Btw, I used Picnik.com for making my header, and another colleague of mine in the school pub is trying to do the same for her blog. ^_^ Just feel free to make your Orange stroll in my new blog, and remember to leave your Orange peels behind. I missed you.

Today, I...

2011-11-18T21:00:00.009+08:00

...became a judge :♥

The announcement was almost random during our meeting at the school publication. Since we are a campus-wide media outlet, two representatives from the pub must become one of the judges for the upcoming Mr. and Ms. NORSU Press Conference in line with the Negros Oriental State University's Founders Day (soon). So there I was, seated on the blue chair with the rest of the judges. It wasn't my first time to become a judge but this one is different. This is a big event. This is something. My once "critiquing skills" which I am very sure only my family hears everytime I watch local pageantries both live and on TV have now been discovered, and I have to adjudge 14 pairs of candidates for their wit and intelligence, articulation, personality, and appeal. And this time, my rating and "critiquing skills" would surely matter already. What an achievement. *hahaha.

(please click the images for more ORANGE pulps)

Pakihanap na lang po sa pagmumukha ko. Salamat. ^_^

Busy. The contestants have to be deliberated well. Hirap maging judge.

On the judges' table before the PressCon proper.

And after...of course. Uy Albert, your pretty eyes uleeet ha! ^_^

...exhausted myself to another squad practice :)

The competition is nearing and as the keeper of the 1st runner-up position, we have to either retain the position, or get the champion trophy this year. More practice, more furnishing of the yells and routines, more mastery, more divine help and protection. We did some rounds of our squad practice this afternoon and at least hooked it, impressed the trainer on the way. Tomorrow, we are expecting for another trainer to return and give us another exhaustive training. May we win this year. Yeah!

Photos from last year's squad. At least this is how we'll look like later on. ^_^

Hanapin n'yo uleeet ako. I'll give you a ♥ if you can locate me. hihi

More updates on the nearing blessed days to come. God bless you!

Random Thoughts Part 18

2011-11-16T15:43:00.000+08:00

Everything today has to be put up into the random thoughts box. All orange pulps have to be squeezed in a pitcher and has to be drank in one gulp. The day has not ended yet but I can perceive how it should end. *insert orange smiley with all teeth out here* Anyhow, with all smiles, I have things to share.

A miracle. This is no big deal. I know the whole world won't care if I share this to them. But to me, it means a lot. Guess what? For the first time this second semester, I have found myself early for my first class in the morning, exactly 30 minutes early for my class. Heeehaaa! And I have earned ten points for telling the whole class that former Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo was barred in the Ninoy Aquino International Airport for an attempt to get out of the country with some constituents for a so-called special treatment abroad. 'Twas a great time to start the day right.

That time, my crush, who was supposed to be always early, has, for the first time, come in late. haha. I just hope this is the start of a student life free from first-period-late syndrome.

And more. I am officially part of our Cheering Squad team since I was a member last year. Yesterday night, we had to eliminate some participants for the new set of squad members this year. This is to ensure that the remaining Education students who will join the 'old' group can keep up with the pace and so that we can start to make more difficult routines and actions ready for the competition some time next week or the week after next. I am as excited as always.

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I bought a new watch yesterday and funny how after I brought it home, I discovered it's not working. The second hand is not running. Gosh! The image of the saleslady who sold me the watch popped out of my head. I really have to return this first thing tomorrow. But to my surprise, this defective watch started to work this morning when I was on my way to my second class. And until now, it is still working. Maybe I have to change my mind on this thing and not continue returning this accessory to the store. Maybe it heard about my plans so it functioned. Ang bait ng watch ko. ^_^

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Whether you believe it or not, this man has been once hailed the SEXIEST MAN alive. Nick Nolte.

A mugshot of him. I can't even think he made it to the list before.

You won't believe me, would you? Even I could've not believed it, if not for this photo. People's Magazine has to be blamed for it all.

This is the evidence. EVIDENCE!

Some more? Hmmmm...bukas na lang. Senseless rants pa talaga maisip ko ngayon. Please bare with me. ^_^

Random Thoughts Part 17

2011-11-15T11:18:00.000+08:00

And yes. Another great day again. Nothing's unusual -- I was late again, I came by the office to say, and made another post. At three this afternoon, we will be having our Cheering Squad practice for the Founders Day celebration, after having been able to finish the shooting for the Film Festival yesterday. Yey! I've been busy. *wink*

With nothing else to do, I stumbled upon this photo of Snooki at OMG.yahoo.com and gasped at her bothersome shoes. Nothing's wrong with her beautifully flaunted dress. It's with the neon shoes I got stuck. She could've been better with pumps.

I ain't a fashion expert but I have to really say this is a disaster.

Helena Bonham Carter in her one-of-a-kind outfit. Fashion police? Arrest her!

And Lucy Lui with a pink cape?? :/ Big mistake.

Lady Gaga is an epic disaster.

But with all these rubbles, I found a pretty face. Good thing. And OMG! She is the sister of Kim Kardashian. My net surfing wasn't a waste of time after all.

Kendall Jenner in the premiere of the 'Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn.'

Pretty, pretty, pretty!

The 11.11.11 Phenomenon

2011-11-11T18:58:00.000+08:00

Di ko namalayan na November 11, 2011 pala ngayon, a phenomenon which is once in a lifetime. I know dumaan na ang 10.10.10, ang 09.09.09, ang 08.08.08, ang 07.07.07, so on and so forth, but during those dates, talagang walang-wala ako. As in wala sa consciousness ko ang dates na yan. And since this is the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year of the 21st century, here are the things that I have accomplished and has happened today:

1. I finished the script for the Film Fest Competition. I was cramming to have it done, but it paid. Thank God, nagustuhan naman ng mga actresses at actors sa college namin. (wala na kasi sila choice but to like it) Tomorrow, we will have a dry-run of the story so watch out na lang kung magiging early na ba ako or late pa rin. haha. What a life! ^_^

2. Bumalik na ang tubig sa water closet sa college namin. Na flush na rin ang wee-wee ko, sa wakas. haha.

3. Na late na naman ako sa Political Science class namin. But at least I made it to the checking of the attendance. Thanks to the prayer na inialay ni Ma'am Estoconing to God before the class. hihi.

4. Nakita ko na naman ang crush ko. Next Monday ulit crush ha.

5. I received a blog award from Albert, a friend from the blogosphere and an equal in the publication. Thank you so much gurl. Mwah ^_^

6. I heard that Mang Inasal is offering P29 on their meals. Ewan ko lang kung totoo.

7. May nagparamdam sa Facebook ko. A "someone" from the past. haha.

8. Gusto ko mag-overnight sa office. Wala lang. But I have to go home.

9. I received my pay today. Yehey! Mayaman na naman ako (in the meantime) haha. One-day millionaire kum baga.

10. And the last thing? Hmmm.There was a candle lighting sa Freedom Park kanina. For world peace daw. -_-

A Disease? Or a Mindset?

2011-11-11T14:04:00.004+08:00

No matter how hard I try to be early for my first subject in the morning, there are just elements around me that make me a slowpoke, a sloth, a snail, and you name it all.

It happens everytime, especially when I have 8:00 a.m. classes from Monday to Friday. This is a disease, I presume. My being a late comer has began when I was in grade school, and until now, now that I am in college, my presence inside the classroom minutes before the time still hangs at the mercy of my teacher. If she comes in before I do, then I am late. If she doesn't, then thank God. I ain't late yet.

I am always late, maybe from 5 to 15 minutes late, not only for school, but also for other appointments. I have been trying to find solutions for this problem of mine, this problem which has been bothering my friends in school and my colleagues in the office.

I tried to surf the net for possible answers and I got hooked with this site. click me. It has given me an idea that I have, perhaps, an OCD or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which was defined by Steven Phillipson, Ph.D. as an anxiety disorder, which features recurrent obsessions that create threat or alarm. Some OCD behaviors include flushing the toilet with the use of one's foot, knocking on a wood three times to ward of a bad omen, or to make the sign of the cross everytime one passes by a Catholic Church.

There are three branches of OCD. First and the most common is when there is an undoing response which generally involves some overt behavior. It includes the thought of being contaminated to a certain bacteria, germs, or disease after touching an object or an area. In order for them to escape from these contaminations, they tend to do chronic handwashing and wiping their hands with sanitizers. Some might be good at hoarding, unnecessary stuffs included. These unnecessary stuffs like junk mails, lots of paper materials, or even collections of "memorable" items do pile up in one area of the house. Many would tend to keep them for possible future use. They can have a point of being futuristic, since I for one do collect and keep some stuffs, but I also learn to throw unnecessary ones. I ain't a "hoarder" then. ^_^

Second is purely obsessional. It involves a high sense of superstiousness of a person. For example, one believes that her lucky number is seven so she uses this number to associate success or luck. Others might be too dependent on the compatibility of their zodiac signs upon searching for a lifetime partner. Even an endless thought of one's first grade teacher who was forgotten and tried to recall would cause one to think of it for a long time just for the sake of knowing the name of that teacher. A tough problem solving, that is.

The last branch is something quite difficult to treat, or let's say cannot be helped. People in this category are so concerned not for themselves, but for the welfare of others.

There is another one which is called body dysmorphia, or the excessive focus of a person in a body part which he considers ugly, or grossly malformed. They stay in front of the mirror for quite some time, and they make sure that they look good with their appearance. Others are so concerned with their body parts which they think emit a stenchy odor (i.e., the genitalia, armpit, feet, and breath).

Upon stumbling on an article related to the aforementioned information, I was convinced that something is really wrong with me. But to go back to the issue of being late, I still think I have no disease. I have no OCD. This "unwanted" behavior of mine is a product of personal choice, and nothing more. I have to dub it as true, since the moment I focus on a thing that I have to achieve (like going to school early because of a strict teacher or be motivated because *I have a crush in one of my classes), I can absolutely achieve it.

Take for example yesterday. I had to hasten things up, from bathing to eating, so that I can catch an early bus to school. And yes, I was successful in going to school early. But what motivated me to do this post today is the ugly truth that I was once again late this morning. An inner gaud forced me to move slowly today, thinking that I can still make it early for today's class. But I obviously failed because of a miscalculated confidence.

Personal choice, this is therefore. And I am convinced. Nothing more. *wink

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Orange Pulps and the Cold Hands

2011-11-09T13:42:00.001+08:00

Day 2 for the second semester. Second post for the month of November. Another day to meet another set of classmates and teachers for another set of MWF subjects. And guess what? I was late for my first subject in the morning -- AGAIN. I don't mean to brag about my bad habit, but it just happened again. :'( At least I was not that late. The teacher just came earlier than I did, so I was considered a little bitty tinie late. ^_^

More so, the reason for this post to exist is because of something (or let's say 'someone') that I discovered upon entering the class late. He was there. OM! Classmates mi, my goodness! I saw him on the opposite far right side of the room, radiating in his white course t-shirt.

All this time, I was aware that he has only two minor subjects left and he has mentioned me those two. I just forgot about it. And today, just today, I realized one of his minor subjects is a minor of mine, too. I do not know what to feel -- to be jovial because I will be seeing him thrice a week starting today before his apprenticeship next year, or to be pressured because he is a bright stude (it would mean a mutual competition).

But no, this must not go on. This 'mutual something' going on between us mustn't. Not yet. Whatever feeling this is must not go on. We are just friends, close SMS friends. Something from high school was held responsible for this friendship of ours to bloom beautifully, and I dunno if I have to be grateful for it or not.

Anyhow, please pardon my puerile rants. It's just that I kept on thinking about the percentage of chances that we'll become classmates in that subject. And I know that everytime I keep on thinking about things, it won't happen. It's the opposite. When I do not think about it, it happens.

So I really did a very good thinking time before arriving to my first classroom in the morning. I know it won't happen. But now, it's different. Now that I thought about it, it did happen. *grrr!

Mr. Walt Disney, what is the meaning of this?

The First-Day Spoiler

2011-11-08T15:44:00.000+08:00

Well and good. First day of classes is almost over. But I think I still haven't put off that ugly habit of mine. Many times have I posted of events that placed me in an embarrassing situation, and Little Miss Late's photo above has already appeared twice already.

Okay. Here's the catch. First day of classes for the second semester and I am late -- AGAIN. ^_^ For the nth time, I have entered into my classes, opened doors of classrooms, and made the murmuring teachers pause for a while because someone was at the door, trying to come in and trying to make a mask of grimace just to hide that true abashed countenance. Well, that's me. And it would be a miracle if I can make it on or before the time.

Little Miss Late (ORANGE) !

Pineapple Raindrops

2011-10-19T08:49:00.000+08:00

This isn't officially goodbye...just a short hiatus for the Semestral Break. Before my dudes and I separate for the mini-holiday, we spent the night at the Buglasan Festival venue to unwind a little bit and to have a feel of the province's joviality. After this, tulog muna ako sa "banga". Ayoko muna mag Facebook at mag blog. ^_^ Tulog muna ako ng matagal...and after the hibernation (haha), malamang enrolment na for the second semester. God bless you mga dudes! I shall return! ^_^

naki-picnik lang po with two of my best buds ^_^

strolls would always end up to poses like this ^_^

more of the these photos here :)

kakapagod na kasi mag upload...di cooperative ang blogger ngayon

Countdown...

2011-10-18T22:06:00.000+08:00

This kiddie song was taught by my mother during Sunday Schools, and until now, I still love to hum the tune. I do not only remember my childhood, I also am reminded about Jesus' coming to earth soon. It makes me get more excited each day to behold His glorious face. ^_^

Somewhere in outer space

God has prepared a place

For those who trust Him and obey

Jesus will come again

And though we don't know when

The countdown's getting lower everyday.

Ten and nine, eight and seven,

Six and five and four

Call upon the Saviour while you may.

Three and two

Coming thru the clouds in bright array

The countdown's getting lower everyday.

In Everything There is a Season

2011-10-12T12:04:00.000+08:00

Ecclesiastes 3:1 to 8

1 To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to gain, and a time to lose; a time to keep and a time to throw away; 7 A time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

*But in everything, praise God. He is my very present help, my very present provider of everything that I need.

Therefore I conclude (parang experiment notebook ko lang sa elementary) that this time is a time for cramming (dahil di pa ako tapos sa modules na pinagawa sana sa grupo, pero ako lang gumawa, with a little aid sa mga may malasakit)...and after this, a time for relaxing (malapit nah...matulog ng maraming marami si ako). ^_^

Pero Char Lang

2011-10-11T13:30:00.000+08:00

I could hardly open my eyes but I have to wake up and prepare for school. There are so many things to finish even if it is already semestral break -- modules to encode, lesson plan to prepare for individual demo, program for our farewell party, blah, blah! These are all supposed to be done by a group but as usual, the leader does all the work. And now, I'm stuck with myself inside the office to finish everything before the deadline -- or else we're all dead.

I have been involved in another morbid scene last night, and my old folks are to blame. No need to elaborate. I have given a good cry and now, my eyes have swollen a good swell. Not good. Life must go on though. College hassles are yet but passing, and soon, I am going to miss these moments. So better enjoy stuffs, no matter how tiring, before they're totally gone.

Vintage

2011-10-10T16:01:00.000+08:00

Late upload of photos, but this one was last Saturday, right after we have realized semestral break has come. With the remaining allowance that we have, my dear friend and I went to buy some vintage necklaces. Pretty much...but it meant goodbye to our money. Now that sembreak has conquered, wala na kami pera.

:'/

Bad Trip Monday

2011-10-10T13:05:00.000+08:00

I was optimistic that this Monday would be a great one for the fact that I woke up early, read my Bible with the family, and had a good breakfast. The morning bus was not welcomy that much because I had to stand together with some of the passengers who also do not want to be late in their classes and jobs.

But I reckoned this day would come out to be one of the worst days of my life, thus, never to be forgotten.

This is the exact guard na inaway ko.
He always mess with many studes, lalo na
pag feel n'yang kaya n'ya.

Gusto ko pa namang maging maganda ang simula ng araw na 'to. But someone, or let's say, many, are trying to test my temperament today. A little issue heated up yesterday, but pinalipas ko lang yun, knowing that it was a Sunday. I don't want to ruin that special day with the Lord.

Sa gate pa lang, nakita ko na ang pagmumukha ng guard na pinaka-hate ko. He was checking someone's ID when he spotted me on a tee and a pedal pusher. Maganda na sana ang araw ko kung di nya ako tinawag. He treated me disrespectfully, and that hit my ego. I know I am just a student, but he has to know his limitations.

He had some issues with my pedal kasi daw bakit maiksi. He told me to have it lowered. Pa'no ba naman mangyayari yun? I asked him so many questions that made him irritated. I had to reason out para naman malaman nya na hindi ako takot sa kanya. "Below the knee ng imung pedal," he said, finally. I backfired, "Mao ni below the knee nimu? Nitabon na man gani sa tuhod." Di sya sumagot. Pero parang palaban. Palibhasa, malaking tao. "Bisag ato pa ng sukdon dai." Parang natauhan ako do'n. I realized na hindi pala ako dapat nakikipag-away. I never knew where I got that guts to answer him back. But I just did. Wala naman akong pinagsisisihan.

Dapat sana yan din ang ginagawa ng ibang students. I just hate to see many na di marunong mag reason out.

There, there. Humupa na ang verbal tussles namin. Di naman umabot ng limang minuto eh. I yielded, kasi ako lang ang mapapahiya sa kasong ito. I unrolled my pedal once and said in his scarry face, "Satisfied?" Di nakasagaot. He was murmuring something but nag walk out na ako. Ang kapal na ng mukha ko. Gan'to pala ako pag galit? Di na maisip kung matino pa ba ang pinaggagawa o di na.

When I arrived at the office, may isa pang taong nagpa-level up ng thermometer. Nakakakakakaka-inis! Actually, dalawa sila. Di ko mapapatawad ang ginawa nilang dalawa (for the meantime.) Pag humupa na ang baha na dulot ni Pedring, maybe ookay na ako.

P.S. Pasensya na talaga mainit lang talaga ulo ko. Good thing I still have reasons to smile. Good thing di ako inatake sa puso. Good thing binabantayan pa rin ako ni Lord. Good thing.

Welcome Home

2011-10-07T17:49:00.003+08:00

He called me last night saying that he is finally coming home. After almost three months, that seemed so long ago, he will be coming back home for me. He said he missed me and that he will make every way possible to be with me very early the next day. I jumped from my bed at the very tickety tock of 11:00 p.m. and prepared myself the whole night. I conquered even the dawning breaks to witness his coming. I did not sleep, I did not bother close my eyelids. That is how I wished for his immediate arrival.

The cocks have already crowed a cock-a-doodle, but a mere shadow of his stature did not emerge from our front yard. I checked our bamboo-grilled window, hoping that I would see him from a distance; yet, nothing was in sight. I was a little bit disappointed. But I know he will keep his promise of coming home for me.

I went to school the next day, trying to fight my depression and sleepless night, and did my responsibilities as a student, like nothing happened. It was not an easy thing to do especially that I am still yearning for him to be home. He did not tell me when he'll arrive. He did not respond to any of my short messages. I miss him a lot. I dropped by the cake house later that day, bought a chocolate cake for my mom, and hailed a bus home.

He seemed to have forgotten his promise. He did not go home as promised. He was not a man of his word.

Now that I have laid my bag on the seat of our little abode and went to the kitchen to give my present, there I found him. He was smiling at me. It was a dear smile indeed. He need not say anything because his sweet message is evident in his gestures. I did not wait for him to say that he missed me. I immediately gave him my warmest hug and said, "Welcome home..."

"...Welcome home SEMBREAK."

*big grin*

And that is how I welcome the Semestral Break! ^_^

Sense(less) Rants of a Sleep(less) Child

2011-10-07T11:12:00.000+08:00

This is the product of the author after trying to be awake from 11:00 p.m. 'til the hour of the examination the next day. The studying was rather effective, but not all the items studied came up. It was a little disappointing. This poem could tell it all, though some lines I do not even understand.

The soft breeze has come

To tell me a secret

Saith he, "Clouds are pink cotton balls,

Swirls of happiness it could be."

I glanced and drew a line of grin

Bid goodbye to the freezing teardrops

The apple juice is melting

In a meringue of pensive spills

Nothing can write this happiness

Even oceans cannot ink my pen

Through sleepless nights, restless days

Leaves aren't enough be the paper.

But this sweet puree of caramel smiles

Will muster a thousand miles

That secret dungeon I will trance

Be found, oh lovely cerulean heart.

Examination Hypes

2011-10-06T12:36:00.000+08:00

I have still found myself in the confines of this torturous week. Finals Week, it is. Tomorrow is Friday and I have three more examinations to go. But even if this is the hatest week of all college students, I know I still have reasons to thank for.

Orange Pulps on Tuesday. I was about to grab my notes and plaster it in my brain but I found myself trapped in my lazy bones. I couldn't help but worry on what to answer in my Physics exam. Nothing seemed to register into my hippocampus. Just as I was refreshing myself for a review, I received a text from a classmate saying that my teacher had exempted me in her exam because of a good grade. Waaaaaaaahh! Thank you ma'am. You're so kind.

Orange Pulps on Wednesday. Our "major major" fear had come but I did not do anything to conquer it. I did not know where to start studying for our Ecology examination. Another text came in, saying that the examination was postponed to Friday, because of the Teacher's Day celebration. Hahaha! Thank you again ma'am. Thank you Teacher's Day. You saved the day.

Orange Pulps on Thursday. That is today. First thing in the morning, we had our essay examination in Ed8. He said we will have three questions to nail. But when he gave his final instructions, he told us to choose one of three to answer in depth. With free lollipops for the brain pa. Thank you sir.

Three more hypes to go. I will survive. YEAH!

The Boys, My Boys :0)

2011-10-04T18:25:00.003+08:00

The night crept like a silent salamander. It invaded the skies without us noticing it. Mister Sun gave a yawn and said goodbye while the rest of us are still busy with our tasks -- checking papers, entertaining questions, giving lectures, so on and so forth.

But of course, everything has to end. They are just kids.They aren't used to staying up late yet. So they also said their goodbyes after asking for our numbers and getting a dose of our narcissism. See you soon kiddos!

After fulfilling a promise, our souls were at ease. We could finally go home. Nonetheless, we could not refuse the free dinner so off we went to their park for a delightful meal. Being there was something I sought for after all the pressures and constraints in school -- relief, comfort, happiness.

Being there was discovering the deeper meaning of love for children. And yes, someone helped me realize that. His name was ~~Jeru~~, a little boy about 3 to 5 years old, with a pair of singkit eyes and a wonderfully-carved lips. Who would even think that behind his smiles and wit lies a loom of secrets worth unfolding?

After eating, hawak-hawak ang tooth pick.

Goodbye.

He was a product of delinquency, a son of a ~~drug addict mother who was once an OFW~~. His mother can speak good English, but she wasn't a good mother. Now, they roam around the park to witness what life is for the rest of the commoners in that town.

One question remained in me even after they have went on their way. "What will happen to him, that little ~~Jeru~~?"

Not only that. I also made an encounter with yet another boy. He was playing in the field -- soccer daw -- with a deflated volleyball and a thin friend. I just couldn't help but have a picture with him, kasi nga ang laki. But despite his enormity, he was still able to run and play with his peer. Hopefully soon, he will also realize that he needs to have a diet. Hoo! Kawawa naman.

Bam!

Cape of Good Hope!

Kasya ako brod..

The Jimalalud Galore

2011-10-04T17:43:00.003+08:00

Our task was not easy. But we nailed it, yes. Our presence there was a gift for them.

October 1st. Mister Sun wasn't up yet, but I have to prepare. The night before was a stress (I came home late just to finish the hand-outs for the lecture the next day. I slept late, around 12:30 a.m., to sort the school papers that I have to bring.) and I cannot afford to be late for today, even just for today.

After all the necessities have been ready, I bid nanay and tatay goodbye, hailed an air-conditioned bus to Dumaguete, and another one to Jimalalud, with my co-editors Rina and Kenneth. The two-hour drive to the "Little Big Town of Jimalalud" was seemingly quick and in no time, we found ourselves in the confines of Jimalalud National High School, the alma mater of our Features Editor, Ryan. Everyone, especially Ma'am Beth and her bestfriend, whom I failed to get the name, was so accomodating. I finally felt how it was to be the special guest lecturer. I do hope there will be more of these lecture thingy in the near future.

I vindicate thee, Jimalalud, with a pose.

Lecture time. They all seem ready.

Lecture...


Lecture...

Lecture...

And lunch...

And lunch!

With Minute Maid...Orange pulps :)

And a dose of Orange Ink :)

Break time.

Impeccable timing

Great!

Troublemakers.

Sunset blues.

The peace sign and the kiddos!

On editorial cartooning

They listened intently. I know they are willing to learn.

Nag drawing din.

On Column writing

Workshop!

Listen...

And write what your heart desires.

Memorabilia before going home.

Dropped at the Jimalalud park...for supper.

Waited for a bus to come (but we weren't still able to go home dahil super gabi nah)

Stayed overnight sa "kamalig" of one of the teachers.

And finally went home safe the next day.

He's Different

2011-10-04T11:12:00.001+08:00

The teacher that made a difference (in me).

Yes, he is different. Fast Facts?

He is the only Doctor of Physical Education in the whole province of Negros Oriental.
He is the only teacher who can make everyone laugh out loud.
He is the only teacher who gives 1.5 (equivalent to 90%) as the lowest grade.
He is the only teacher who gives free incentives and some of the answers to his exam (Midterms and Finals).
He is the only teacher who gives Mentos during exams, justifying that sweets can help the brain work efficiently especially during exams.
He is the only teacher who gives us free answer sheets.
He is the only teacher who can give a joke without twitching his face. And I tell you, we would end up in great laughter. ~~Kilay kaayo ka sir!~~
He is the only teacher whom I know that has shared his dreams in life to his students. And I admire him for his lofty yet possible goals.
And yeah, he is the one and only teacher I knew who encourages his students NOT TO STUDY during his exams. The exam is easy, essay type. Don't worry.

Tomorrow, we will be giving red roses to our top three favorite teachers in line with the International Teacher's Week. And he's gonna be one of the three that I will be giving my rose. He would really cry a river upon reading this post. Unfortunately, he's not a blogger, so I think it would be better to keep it that way.

The Origin of Mother Tongue

2011-10-04T11:11:00.000+08:00

The dilemma of not teaching the Mother Tongue

Two months ago, I made a post about what mother tongue is. Just today, I discovered its origin.

Well, I was once again late for my Ed8 subject today though I came to school early. Anyway, here it is.

Once, there was a teacher in a private and prestigious school in one of the cities in the Philippines. She was a fluent English speaker. In fact, she is teaching the discipline for quite sometime already. One day, she asked one of her students to get a broomstick.

Teacher: Kindly get a broomstick.

Student: Where is it placed teacher?

Teacher: It's at the back of the door.

Student: Pardon teacher.

Teacher: I said it is at the back of the door.

Student: Where?

Teacher: Naa sa likod sa purtahan bah.

Student: What is purtahan teacher?

Teacher: (irritated) Ay ako na lang mukuha.

After that incident, many teachers realized that they need not only teach the second language (which is English), but also the mother tongue especially to those children who have not been trained at home to speak in their native dialect.

Now, Lubuagan in Kalinga is the first to use Mother Tongue in their curriculum and they have found its effectiveness especially in the mastery and fluency of their learners in Language and Comprehension, both in English and in their mother tongue.

That Dysfunctional Water Closet

2011-10-03T19:09:00.000+08:00

Ang ginaw ng office, yes. And I do not know why girls usually love to go to the cr to have some pee-pee stuff in the white throne sa mga oras na malamig.

Water closet pala tawag ng taga ibang country sa CR. Sosyal!

Anyway, ang labo lang kasi ng services ng comfort room namin sa office. First, okay pa, with a functioning light bulb, a lock, and a faucet. Meron lang yung tatlo, solve na ang ginaw. But sa kalaunan, bumigay ng isa-isa ang mga naghihikahos sa hirap na mga [insert word here*] na 'to, so we have to "suffer."

Unang nawala ang ilaw. Okay lang. Kapa-kapa mode muna tayo. May cellphone naman (na sa wakas ay napahalagahan in the absence of load and ka text). Malas mo lang pag nag-landing sa bowl. Goodbye everything.

Nasundan ng lock. Nasira ang door knob sa lakas ng impact ng mga taong nag peepeepee do'n. Baka na rin sa adrenalin rush na dala ng tickling gall bladders nila. Okay pa rin naman. We barricaded it with a stack of chairs para di ma-open ng ganun-ganon na lang. Minsan kasi, may mga masasamang hangin na humihihip na lang ng pinto at pag-lingon mo, huli na ang lahat. May smiley na ang *toot* mo.

Ang pinakamasama sa lahat ay ang mawalan ng tubig ang CR. And the worst of all the worsts ay ang i-close ito dahil baka pumasok sa work place ang masangsang na amoy. 'Di naman yata maganda sa isang school publication office na magmistulang CR na rin ang amoy. So we have to go down the first floor, seek for a neat CR na may tubig at do'n na peepeepee.

Mabuti naman narinig ng Alumni Office ang hinaing naming mga kabataang nagseserbisyo sa unibersidad. They sent someone to fix the light. At bumalik na rin ang tubig. 'Bay di man lang sinali ang door knob. Dapat pang i-summon ulit ang nag-ayos.

Now, our CR is back to its services. Unfortunately, di lang nila sinira ang door knob, tinanggal pa talaga, leaving one perfect hole where anyone na walang modo can peep in.

Good luck na lang sa parating pang mga bagyo sa 'Pinas. Surely, giginaw na naman ng uber ang paligid, at marami na naman ang magkaka-CR rush nito. ~~Sa masilipan na lang.~~

Hello Finals, Hello October

2011-10-03T17:43:00.000+08:00

I'll KISS this. (News jargon for KEEP IT SHORT AND SIMPLE)

I had my Geometry exam this morning, and I felt like I just had an aneurism. It was hard, though I got some answers right. Unfortunately, there were more unsure items, so I think I have to get myself ready for a removal exam. huhu. Bakit pa kasi ako ipinanganak na bobo sa Math?

Anyway, that vindicated my gloomy October, though I had a really great time in Jimalalud last Saturday and Sunday. I'll make the story once the photos will be uploaded. And as what I have said, I'll just make this post short and simple. I still have things to edit, read, and encode.

Happy October, everyone. Happy October 8th nanay.

TGIF?

2011-09-30T14:27:00.000+08:00

Done with my lunch, went to Schoolman to photocopy stuffs for next week's final exam, checked my blog, read posts and made comments, fed my cyborg pets -- fishee and doggie -- and said hi to my three colorful parrots which never ever leave my blog.

I still have a lot of things to do -- finish editing and writing my column, go downtown to buy some *etchos*, meet a friend, encode my module in Ed8, stay in the city 'til 7PM for a meeting with a campus journalism adviser from Jimalalud, a two-hour drive from Dumaguete, research and study for my lecture tomorrow (about campus journalism again), and go home before 9PM to watch a neat movie. I hope I can do it all. Anyway, I took my "more energy, mas happy" vitamins so I think I can do these all in half a day. So help me God!

Before I sign off, here are two jokesters I received from my phone earlier this afternoon. Sa makasabot ra :)

Rant 1----

kabit: Honey, panghimalbas sab.

berto: Di pwede hon. Mangisug si misis.

kabit: Sige na please.

berto: Bahala na. Sige himalbasi ko.

Pag-uli ni Berto, ngitngit na. Nihigda sya tapad sa iyang asawa. Gigakos sya sa iyang misis. Gihikap ang bigote pero walay nahikapan.

misis: Nganung nibalik man ka pre? Muabot na to akong bana run.

Rant 2----

rio: Gisi-gisi lagi na imung sapatos dude.

ivan bungi: Uso ni karon...ragids ba.

rio: pati imo karsonis gisi-gisi sad.

ivan bungi: para old school...choy2x gud..

rio: pati imu t-shirt kay gisi2x man pud lagi.

ivan bungi: muabot gani na sa akong baba dude, patyon jud tika.

Random Thoughts Part 16

2011-09-30T09:15:00.000+08:00

Nakuha ko rin. At sa wakas, nakuha ko rin ang consolation price namin sa recently concluded quiz bowl kung saan talunan kami. Yehey! May pera na 'ko pang-photocopy ng reports at questionnaires ko. Thrice na akong pabalik-balik sa office ng SG President and he wasn't there. Good thing, on the fourth try, ando'n na talaga s'ya. Sa wakas! Money! teehee...Nagtaka pa s'ya ba't di ako nag-alinlangang pumasok sa office n'ya para kunin ang consol namin. Aba, aba! Sinong tao naman ang aayaw ng pera?

Taga-gawa ng mga etchos sa programme. Hectic man schedule ko, I still had the chance to help someone make a good script for her MCeeing career. I don't know how it went but I think it went well base na rin sa comment nya on Facebook, expressing her joviality regarding the MC thingy. Pwede na pala akong maging script writer nito. Next time, susubukan ko naman ang sa newscasting. 'Yan ay kung may magpapagawa. hehe

And that was the end of my reporting career (in her subject). My doomsday was over. At least for now. I just had my report done in my Ecology subject, and as expected, my favorite teacher did not like it. Lahat naman kasi yata ng mga nakikita nya eh mali. Ang hirap i-please. Kiber! Good luck sa finals. If all of us will pass her subject (Tribulation period talaga 'pag nasa clase nya, kung alam nyo lang..uhuhu), which, of course will take a miracle, pupunta kaming Antulang Beach at maligo do'n.

Yih, by the way, the International Teacher's Week has commenced last September 5 and this coming Wednesday, we will be giving heart-shaped red papers and roses to the teachers whom we love the most. Bibigyan ko talaga ang guro ko sa Ecology ng sandamakmak na roses ~~(with the largest thorns I can find...'di..bad naman yata yun)~~ and make her a very big heart paper ~~(it will take maybe four cartolinas for that)~~. But what I appreciate about this virago is that she is so intelligent, as in. Sa sobrang intelligent, 'di na kami pinapakinggan dahil puro daw mali sinasabi namin. Nakaka-inspire noh?

Well, that's all for the first three hours here in school. Catch ya up later, dudes. :)

Godspeed!

If I Was (a lil bit) Rich...Okay, Richer...

2011-09-29T12:59:00.000+08:00

"I wouldn't wanna be anybody else," said Selena Gomez in her song "Who Says."

But if given the chance to become someone, I would wish to be someone way richer than I am today (okay, just filthy rich. Would that be all right? Anyway, this is just a daydream. No harm. *wink*)

If I was richer...

I would go to Israel, Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Egypt, Nazareth, and the rest of the places Jesus went during His time. The rest of the great places worldwide would be next in line.

If I was richer...

I would establish a pre-school, elementary school and high school -- all with color orange uniforms. hehe

If I was richer...

I would have my own printing press and write so many books. I write and publish my own work.

If I was richer...

I would adopt as many malnourished and abused children as I can and train them to be servants of Christ.

If I was richer...

I would buy Spratly Islands and give it to my mother.

If I was richer...

I would spend a year or two in outer space and rearrange the Big Dipper. I'll make it the Big Pail.

If I was richer...

I would go to the secluded areas of Mindanao and ask the rebels to shoot me. Then they will be amazed that I did not die. They did not know I asked my private scientist to concoct a special potion that if taken will make me invincible. Later, the rebels will surrender, and the Philippines will be peaceful again. Yehey!

If I was richer...

I would make a movie based on my best-selling novels.

If I was richer...

I would ask Mark Zuckerberg to make another social networking site and instead of blue as the theme, he'll make it orange. And the name of the site? Orange!

If I was richer...

I would go to the world Alice went to. Where was that again? Underland, she calls it. Wonderland, it is!

If I was richer...

I would shop for Chanel stuffs and let my maids wear them.

If I was richer...

I would employ all the jobless and give them benefits according to their performance.

If I was richer...

I would re-celebrate my debut. A magical theme might do.

If I was richer...

I would see Coco Martin in person and invite him to my debut.

If I was richer...

I would hope I would not become greedy and hold on to these carnal things.

Me? Just thankful with what God has given me. I am already rich. I can eat more than thrice a day, I still go to school, I have a loving family and an enormous bunch of friends, and I can still write. So I think I don't need to be a 'lil bit richer than I am today (okay filthy rich).

Random Thoughts Part 15

2011-09-27T19:00:00.000+08:00

Success. Thanks be to God. Yehey! My class demonstration is done. And I never thought I would get a commendation from my teacher for acting and delivering my lessons like a real teacher. Thank you so much Lord. You have heard my prayers and have controlled my shivers. You have always reminded me to smile and have that presence of mind even if I am in the middle of a stammering situation. I am now done with my snacks, and what matters now is that another report for my Ecology subject tomorrow.

The Hair. Teehee. I have a shorter, shaggier hair cut now, and it brought a couple of reactions from my friends (the normal reaction upon seeing anything new to their senses). Well, I feel good with it. I can let the wind blow it, and I can act a little emo with it. haha.

Other Matters? I don't know how to concentrate with this oh so little time to prepare for tomorrow's report for Ecology. And to think that that teacher of ours is just huge enough to swallow me whole if I won't get these facts with me right.

I want to doodle, I want to eat pizza, I want to sleep, I want to play Orangeshark, I want to eat ice cream, I want to cry, I want to go shopping, I want to wallow in nothingness, I want to chat with God the whole day, I want to sing, I want to start my novelette, I want to try 10fastfingers.com again and again, I want to eat adobong kangkong, I want to go to Kashmir and witness how life goes there, I want to dive from a cliff to a placid sea, I want to pilot a plane, I want to go to Antartica and freeze to death (haha..di naman), I want to...uhm, I want...

Oh how lovely this day is... :) I have just appreciated it, with all its beauty. Bow!

Kapitan Sino ni Bob Ong

2011-09-27T18:44:00.000+08:00

O ayan. Nalulong na rin ako sa pagbabasa ng mga librong likha ni Bob Ong. Misteryoso. Pagkatapos kong mabasa ang kanyang "ABNKKBSNPLA Ko?!" at masulyapan ang kanyang "Stainless Longganisa," naghanap ako ng bagong mapag-tutuunan ng pansin. And I was brought to this book, "Kapitan Sino." Ang saya-saya ko lang talaga't naka-pasyal ako sa National Bookstore at nagka-interes sa aklat na 'to.

Konting book review naman tayo:

- Kapitan Sino, isang title na ibinigay ng mga taong taga Pelaez sa superhero na di nila kilala (dahil nakahelmet)

- Mababasa mo sa librong ito ang mga kapalpakan ng mga tao, ang kabobohan, katangahan, at halos lahat ng negativism ng mga Pilipino

- On the lighter side naman, it shows how Kapitan Sino offers his life para sa mga taong nangangailangan ng tulong nya

Pasensya na po kung di talaga ako marunong gumawa ng book review. Talagang mahina ako sa part na yan. Sa mga unang pahina ng aklat na 'to, parang 'di ako na convince sa pagka out-of-this-world ng concept ng storya (I mean with all the superhero stuff), but later, I found out kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng may-akda. Bilib ako sa mga salitang gamit nya, at ang pagiging matalinghaga nito. Makata!

My better advice? Avail na lang kayo of your own copy. This is just Php 175.00. (Walang bayad ang endorsement na 'to ha)

Btw, here are some of the quotes (dyan talaga magaling si Bob Ong) na nagpangiti sa 'kin while reading through the pages.

"Alam mo ba kung ano ang pinagkaiba ng mga bulag at ng mga nakakakita?"

"Paningin?"

"Hindi alam ng mga nakakakita kung kelan sila bulag."

"Maraming tao dito ang mas malungkot pa sa taong nakatira sa buwan. Saka hindi naman kailangan ng maraming tao para bumuo ng mundo mo e. Minsan isang tao lang ang kasama mo, buo na ang mundong kailangan mo habambuhay."

Kung ang lahat lang ng tao may kapangyarihan, eh di sana lahat tayo bayani.
Kung lahat ng tao may konsensya, hindi kailangan ng bayani.
Paano yung nadidisgrasya?
Hindi hawak ng tao ang buhay, pero hawak ng tao ang kapangyarihan para hindi pahirapan and ibang tao.

Wala namang napapala ang bayani kung lalagyan mo ng bulaklak ang puntod nya. Ang pagrespeto sa bayani, pagrespeto sa mga ipinaglaban nya. Pangalagaan mo ang kalayaan, o ang magandang buhay na pangarap nya para sa lahat.

"Ang trahedya ng buhay ko? Hindi ako nagkaroon ng kapangyarihan na makapagsabi ng tamang bagay sa tamang tao sa tamang panahon."

Conscience-Stricken

2011-09-26T13:28:00.000+08:00

I cannot straighten a single word into the monitor. I cannot directly say what I have to say. I have said sorry to God for that enormous thing that made me one heck of a sinner once again.

I don't need to mention what I have done here in this blog but I assure you, what I did was super wrong and shouldn't have done by someone who professes intimate relationship with Christ.

I did not think of any guilt when I made it. What I immediately thought of was the fact that I will get things right, honesty exempted, before I pass it to my teacher. Yes, all of us were having problems and thus came the inkling that I will do something fishy. Anyway, my classmates will also do the same.

Later, however, I realized they did not change anything from their work, making me wake up from my dishonest thoughts. My brain uttered, "They're far better than you. They're far more honest than you. I thought you have changed. Maybe yet you have really changed, changed for the worse."

It really is a pain to hear your conscience strike you with a hot, iron rod. And that's what I am feeling right now. Queues of what ifs parade my head. I don't want to be scolded. I have already asked sorry from HIM. And I have said that I will never ever do it again. I pray, Lord, please let me just pass the eye of the needle even just for this once. But if worse comes to worse, I am ready to face the music.

You Could Put the Blame on Me

2011-09-23T13:13:00.000+08:00

The somewhat big day finally came. I have to absent from my History class for the sake of the Inter-Collegiate Quiz Bowl. There were four of us who represented our college, one from each year level. Don't have to elaborate, but nawalan ako ng gana during my lunch. Hindi ko alam kung epekto pa rin 'yun sa pagkatalo namin o talagang feeling busog lang talaga ako during those times.

Well, on the first half of the duration of the contest, we were so noisy. We were so confident kahit na marami sa mga sagot namin puro products of tsamba. Pumangalawa kami sa easy round at nanguna sa moderate round. Pero pagdating sa difficult round, para kaming sinampal ng dough sa mukha. Automatic shut down ang mga bunganga namin. It really gave us headaches. Natameme kami pre. Daming solving, Math related problems (na super ayaw ko sa isang quiz bowl) which was an all-time fave naman ng College of Engineering and Architecture group (sila pala nanalo, congratulations!) But what affected me most was the 10th and last question sa difficult round.

"Paralympics 2008 was held where?"

One of us gave Beijing for an answer. Nag-insert pa 'ko, nagpa-effect. (I so much regretted that moment) Sabi ko naman Greece. Ewan ko lang kung saan ko napulot ang sagot na 'yan. So while the clock was ticking, we were torn between two places. Is it Beijing or Greece? Last minute decision -- Greece. Saktong pagbigay sa papel, the moderator said, "The correct answer is Beijing."

Hawak-hawak ko ang papel na may sulat Beijing. Gusto kong mag-breakdown at i-untog ang ulo ko sa tiled floor. Kung di lang sana ako nag-insert. grrrrr....Second sana kami of the eight contestants from different colleges and external campuses. But because of that one wrong paper na nabigay, we landed on the fourth spot (na may ka tie pa).

Ewan ko lang kung ilang instances pa gaya nito ang aking pagdadaanan. I just can't get over it, especially upon thinking that we lost because of me.

The Rolled Tapes and the Nakakainis Moment

2011-09-22T18:50:00.000+08:00

Happy na sana noh??

Nakakainis! Yeah! This is one of the reasons kung bakit andito ako, doing another senseless post. Okay. Backward muna tayo sa mga events a couple of hours earlier. We were in this major class of ours, Teaching English as a Secondary Language (TESL), and there were eight of us tasked to make a mock class today. We were grouped into three, yung dalawa had three members while kami, dalawa lang sa group. Better na 'yun than to have more para walang gaanong glitches sa transition of delivering the lesson.

Anyhow, we were there na talaga, reding redi super to the highest level na talaga. My partner and I cut plastic tapes para sa visuals namin while waiting for the two groups to finish. My hands were already sweating, my heart was abnormally beating nah and di na mapakali ang mouth ko. I was hyperactive though naubusan ako ng Enervon ngayong araw. Di ako naka-take ng vitamins ko. I even fought hunger para lang maging looking ready.Nag-recite ako ng uber uber para matanggal ang naiwang kaba sa chest ko.

But fate seemed put an end to my (good) tensions. Parang automatic na nag shut down ang system ko when I realized upon looking at my wrist watch na 5:15 nah. We are to be dismissed sana at 5:30 p.m. The first two groups who made their demo consumed so much of their time trying to construct the right English. Halatang flustered, kinakabahan, and about to collapse nah. Di na alam kung anong English ang gagamitin. Kawawa naman.Eto naman si ma'am, sumisingit para mag comment. Hay!

Inis ba 'to?

How about the plastic tapes that we have cut then? Naglaro na lang kami with my seatmates using those rolled tapes. Pinadikit sa buhok, pinadikit sa chairs, pinadikit sa kung saan-saan. Di na kami pinansin ng teacher na nasa likod who was also busy pretending to smile sa kapalpakan ng mga nagdedemonstrate. My partner started to wear a funeral parlor on her face, at obviously di na nasiyahan sa kinalabasan ng mga pangyayari.

In short, di kami nakapag present sa tamang oras. Ready na talaga na talaga na talaga na talaga kami, as in. I was soooo ready on the things that I have to say, on the things that I have to ask, and on the things that I have to do in front of my mock pupils. Pero andaming kontrabida eh. Time. The constant English speaking struggle of my classmates. Time. Time. Time talaga.

Sana naman this coming Tuesday, magiging successful na ang presentation namin. Better than I have in mind, hopefully.

Now, my hunger is back. I am in no mood to talk. I am in no mood to smile kahit gusto ko. I am in no mood to quench my thirst na kadarating lang dahil umihi ako. Sana naman po di na maulit. :/

The Skin "Curse"

2011-09-16T17:34:00.000+08:00

Tuesday. The night was deep and almost silent when a big rainfall alarmed the passengers of the bus. I for one did not like the sudden outpour not only because I did not bring any umbrella but also because I was so hungry that I wanted to collapse. Imagine, I arrived home 10:30 in the evening. I came from a meeting in the pub and the discussion was long so I have to endure the churning stomach of mine. My father never made it to me on time. The bus was just ahead in a matter of seconds. Before his arrival, I was already shivering and all soaked up.

As I entered the house, my siblings and Nanay were already in bed. Good for them. I have to go directly to the kitchen and grab anything of taste. But my chubby sister called me and said, "Te Jen, gihangga ko." (Ate Jen, I have a chicken pox). I was almost surprised. Two weeks ago, my younger brother had his share of red, itchy dots around his body and he has to miss the Boy Scout Encampment. Now, it has become my sister's turn.

Since I have entered the room already, I decided to proceed to the next room where Nanay was lying. She turned and asked how I was doing. I replied sweetly and looked for a neat pair of sleeping wear from a nearby stack. Then, she said, "Gihangga pud baya ko ging." (I'm having these dots too).

I was like, woooow! Time out. Nanay and Bon-bon had their share of chicken pox in one setting. Does that mean that I would also have mine too? It was said that once you have not experienced chicken pox yet, you will most likely have it in some other time of your life. It's like part of growing up. And since I have not had mine yet, I was bothered at the thought that I will be getting one, too. Isolation was the best idea I could think of. I slept in the living room, and though it was raining, I had to turn the electric fan on so that mosquitoes won't disturb me.

The next morning, Joy got up and told Tatay that she also has red dots. She was contaminated with Bon-bon's chicken pox (since they slept in one bed the night before). Double woooow! There's three of them now, and three of us, including my father and my younger brother, who do not have the skin "curse".

Today is Friday, and their faces and the whole body are still studded with fluid-filled blisters. Tonight will be the fourth night in the living room. I might not be used to sleeping without someone beside me but hopefully, they will get better sooner than expected. I just also pray I will not have a share of it, no, not yet. Finals week is fast approaching and I have to comply with all the requirements in all my subjects without interruptions before that day comes.

So help me God!

Ako ay Sinet-up

2011-09-16T14:35:00.000+08:00

Busi-busyhan daw ako sa IRS nang nag-ring cellphone ko. Ang cute pa naman ng ringtone (though nakakasawa na pakinggan).

Me: Hello? Yes Gov?

Gov: Rolyn, I will tell you something.

Me: What can I do to help you?

Gov: Ikaw amung i representative sa *not clear* bowl.

Me: Ha? Extemporaneous? No!

Gov: Dili. Sa *not clear again* bowl ba.

Me: Unsa? Sorry jud gov ha. Bungol-bungol na man ko uy.

Gov: Ikaw amung i representative sa quiz bowl ha, sa Tagisan ng Talino.

Me: Huwat? Nganung ako? Dili man ko matalino. Si Isha ra oh. Maayo ni kay bright. Mas bright pa jud nako.

*nag react si Isha na nasa tabi ko at sabi, "Ha? Di ko. Dili ko anah. Bahala gud. Ikaw na ng gi-ingnan."

*back to the phone na tayo

Gov: Ay dili na pwede mu back-out kay na encode na imung ngalan dayun na pirmahan na pud ni Ma'am Dean nato.

Me: Ah grabeha. Wala lagi ko nimu pabal-a gov."

*laughs*

Me: So wala na jud diay koy choice ani?

Gov: Wala na jud. Upat bitaw mo. Ikaw mu represent sa third year.

(voice over or sa simpleng term "Joiner") "Apil na lang gud Rolyn. Dah!"

Gov: Okay. I'll see you then. Meeting ninyo this afternoon at 3 p.m. Bye.

Me: Bye.

Ang wise naman ng local SG (Student Government) people na ito. Inilista muna pangalan ko bago ako sinabihan. At 'di pa do'n nagtapos yun. Meron pang 2nd batch.

I told Isha, who was beside me that time, busy encoding her assignment, about the call.

Me: Sha, kadungog ka ato?

She smiled.

Me: Nganung dili ikaw ilang gi pili Sha? (alam ko talagang mas magaling si Isha kaysa sa 'kin sa academics)

Isha: Kay ako man ang usa sa mga nigama sa lista. *and then guffawed na parang walang maraming tao sa IRS*

Me: Ah. Kaya pala. So set-up jud ni para di na ko maka balibad.

Isha: Anah! Ikaw na jud.

Wala na akong magagawa. If I will back-out baka mapatay pa ako ni Ma'am Dean at ni Governor Sojor ng college namin.

So help me God!

P.S. I went to the CED SG office this afternoon, soaking wet, and checked on the affiliation. There I found out that he was just making up stories about an official list. But pumayag na rin ako. Total, manalo matalo there will be consolation prizes naman. Teehee!

The Google Express

2011-09-16T13:50:00.000+08:00

I might say I am a Google fan. Everytime I ain't sure of something or ain't knowledgable about an occurence or to confirm a fact, I resort to Google. That is what the people in the school pub tell me. "You Google it, my gosh!", "Ask Google.", or "Google can answer that." And as often as always, I get the information that I am after. Thanks.

Aside from that, however, I have noticed one thing about Google. It is a creative site. Have you observed their great logos? Stupendous! And it is so KEWL (cool). Check some of it.

Summer Olympic Games, Beijing, Aug. 08

Sesame Street 40th Anniversary

In commemoration with Popeye's creator, Elzie Segar

40th Anniversary of Comic-Con

1st day of summer

25th Anniversary of Tetris

50th Anniversary of NASA

Alexander Popov's Invention of Radio

Apollo Lunar Landing Anniversary

Chinese New Year

Dr. Seuss' Birthday

Earth Day

Edvard Munch's Birthday

Einstein's Birthday

Florence Nightingale's Birthday

Google's 10th Birthday

Halloween

Historically Long Solar Eclipse

Igor Stravinsky's Birthday

Leonardo da Vinci's Birthday

Mother's Day

Martin Luther King's Birthday

Missing Link Fossil Discovery

National Library Week

National Teacher's Day

New Year

Nikola Tesla's Birthday

Father's Day

Father's Day Again

Veteran's Day

Samuel Morse's Birthday

World Water Day

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day (cute version)

Up in the Clouds

Thanksgiving

The BEST so far!

Philippine Independence Day

Here's more...and more! Enjoy.

It's Orange Day (In Google)

2011-09-16T12:46:00.000+08:00

This is going to be a good day. My office mate, Cheeno by name, (he requested to be recognized in this page) told me that Google is having Oranges for today. And yes! As I gave a quick browse at the page, I saw this photo. Amazing Google. Thank you for making this day Orange.

On the other hand, I wanted to buy that Orange fan at the Trade Fair in the open court of our university. But as I realized that I have to take my lunch and eat some snacks later on, I hesistantly turned away from the offer. I really wanted to have that kind of round, foldable fan (I don't know what its exact term is). Ooooh! Maybe this isn't totally an Orange day after all.

Another Futile Post

2011-09-16T11:01:00.000+08:00

And I just can't imagine how I did not have the nerve to write anything neat for the month of September. My blog is filled with fruit flies already and I am ashamed to say that I am not doing anything to shoo those fruit flies away. I have been into random mood swings lately, shifting from the favor of writing something and then quickly changes into an ugly mood of just staring at the monitor for minutes.

I admit I have also been busy these past few days, and though I am supposed to tell you great experiences both in and out of the school, I have failed to do so.

This is another futile post, I am sorry. Hopefully I can start posting great stuff after this day.

Tootles! *with smiles....

Not in the Mood

2011-09-09T16:01:00.000+08:00

Wala po ako sa mood. Ang hirap magsulat. Ewan ko ba. Parang nag drought lang yata automatically ang utak ko. Wala talaga akong masulat.

I am about to share something about what happened to me last night (it was disturbing) but parang nawala ang adrenalin rush. Kainis! Next time na lang. At least meron akong malagay na post for the month of September. Oks na oks na 'to.

Tootles! at pasensya.

The Chronicle of a Crying Child (Tearlets) -- Part 2

2011-08-26T15:04:00.000+08:00

My audition was enjoying the ambiance of an FM Static atmosphere. I was shifting my attention from one site to another and hoped to find a neat post from neighboring bloggers. Just then I heard a negative feedback from my colleague who was using the PC on the far end of the queue. Turn that off, he said. I did not listen to him though 'cause I thought it was just one of his tricks and when I'll do so, he'll begin to taunt me like forever.

I continued what I was doing. I love some of the songs of the FM Static band and I have selected the best for the playlist. I glanced at him once in a while to see how he was doing. Minutes later, I noticed he was not well. I could tell it through his actions. He was wiping his eyes with a hanky while trying to control the ooze from his nose to not get out. Yes. He was crying. Something was really bothering him and I thought I knew how to help him.

My approach was expected and he gave a smirk. Then he went back to what he was doing. "What's wrong with you?" I was concerned. He refused to look at me and then gradually wiped his face again. He seemed serious. Just turn off the music, he said. I did and returned to him. In a whisper, he said, "I don't like those songs. It will make me remember those moments we once shared."

Ayuy!! That's it. He was in love and fell into its deadly pits. Now, he struggled to let go of those memories but upon hearing the songs again, his world came crashing down.

I am so sorry dude for ruining your afternoon. :) I am really sorry. I made this post for yah.

The Chronicle of a Crying Child (Tearlets)

2011-08-26T13:16:00.000+08:00

Yeah! I cried again (so what :*) but this is not because of a big issue. Actually, this is just one of those childish plies of mine. Here's the catch. My friends planned to go to Tanjay for a spree as well as to have our hairs fixed for the forthcoming acquaintance party of our college. Of course I wanted to look better for the event so I agreed to go with them. What I need now is the permission from my tatay and nanay. Imagine how nervous I was when I started to talk to my father about the matter. I can't seem to utter the right words and can't even form an introduction. Is this the price for telling the truth?

Anyway, I told him that I will go with my friends to Tanjay for a hair reborn session. He did not react for a while. Then he said to tell my mother about my plan. I thought, if nanay will be okay, that means he will too. I really hoped she will permit me. But alas, she despised my idea of going to another town on a weekend. She said we still have a lot of things to do at home, which is also right. Hay! My pounding heart rapidly slowed down, and my face started to wear that invisible funeral parlor. I hate that feeling.

I prayed that God will remove that awkward feeling inside me for not being permitted to stroll along the streets of another place. But I was not able to control my emotion. Out came tiny tears from my eyes. Of course, they did not see me do it. I am a good actress you see. I cried before going to bed. I know they have a point for not going with my idea but something somewhere in my hypothalamus kept on whispering that what I did was wrong, that formulating a white lie was better. I did not heed. I made it shut up.

The next day, I gave my friends the sad news. "I can't go with you." Then they were like, "You could have said you will have your hair reborn session in a parlor in Dumaguete." I did not like the tone of the conversation. They were trying to tell me that I was wrong for telling the truth to my parents.

But as for me and my conscience, I did the right thing. Though it was not easy, though I so wanted to lie and go with my friends, though it was so irritating to answer all the queries of my old folks, I know I did the right thing. Thank God, He helped me.

Now, I am relieved. Heave ho!

I Need More Smiles

2011-08-24T09:05:00.000+08:00

After hearing my teacher say that a person should have an average of 100 laughs/smiles a day to have a healthier and younger-looking face, I began to think of sources of smiles. (Btw, he also said that it will prevent a person from developing bad cancer cells. I hope this is true. But I think it is. *chaching)

Well, I had some inspirations for these frequent smiles that I am exhibiting for a couple of days now. I am not a smiling person that much before but now, I am determined to flash the brightest smile that I can give to a friend, even to an acquaintance.

So far, I have been feeling very all right, and my mood swings declined, as I could feel it. I have now a better outlook in life, and I tend to be more optimistic than ever before. If you think it is all because of what my teacher said, then you might be right. But there is this one thing that kept me loving life though it is filled with thorns, pitfalls, discouragements, and failures. (etchus) It is the fact that I am always loved by my Savior, that He does not fail to let me feel that life is indeed beautiful. Thank you so much Lord for that.

Before the meeting last night, I spent a little time with my colleagues and we talked and laughed on the terrace of the office. It was fulfilling, and I loved that moment. The weather might have been gloomy but seeing the faces of those gals and hearing their all-out guffaws were wonderful. I loved that feeling.

There are more days ahead and plans to be fulfilled. I will be adding more surprise treats to my basket of bliss. I am looking forward to it. This time, I have to hunt down for more reasons to smile and laugh. You too, never forget to have a hundred beautiful smiles a day.

Signing off. Tootles :)

Math Talk (Lattice Multiplication)

2011-08-22T15:11:00.000+08:00

You might be surprised why a Math hater like me would post something about the discipline. Well, this one is easy. I had a mix up of emotions -- happy yet embarrassed -- for discovering a new way of multiplying large numbers, but at least, it was never too late to have a knowledge of it.

Let's talk about Lattice Multiplication. Lattice multiplication is a method of multiplying large numbers using a grid. This method breaks the multiplication process into smaller steps, which some students find easier. Digits to be carried are written within the grid, making them harder to miss.

Had I not listened to that teacher in grade four discuss it, I might be, until now, an ignorant of Lattice Multiplication. That moment, I felt like fourth graders are smarter than me in Math. I tried to analyze the rulings and when I found out it was easy, I answered with the class. It was fun. Just follow these steps and you will know Lattice Multiplication in no time. (Well, of course except for those who already know how LM is done. *smile)

1. First, draw a grid that has as many rows and columns as the multiplicand and the multiplier. The grid shown here is for multiplying a 4-digit number by a 3-digit number.

2. Draw a diagonal through each box from upper right corner to lower left corner. Continue the line a short way past the grid.

3. Write one factor across the top and the other down the right side, lining up the digits with the boxes.

4. The multiplication is performed by multiplying the digits at the head of each row and column. Fill in each square of the grid with the product of the digits above and to its right, recording the products so that the tens are in the upper (diagonal) half of the square and the ones are in the lower half. If the product does not have a tens digit, record a zero in that triangle.

In the example shown here, the highlighted row and column give us 1×5=5, so we write 0 in the upper half of the square and 5 in the lower half.

5. Now add the numbers in the grid along the diagonals, starting from the lower right corner. Carry any tens into the top of the next diagonal.

In this example, the highlighted diagonal gives us 4+2+5+1=12, so we write 2 at the bottom of the diagonal and carry the 1 to the top of the next diagonal to the left.

6. To find the answer, read the digits starting down the left of the grid and continuing across the bottom. Here, the answer to 2314×157 is 363,298.

7. Lattice multiplication can easily be extended to multiply decimal fractions. Suppose, instead of the above problem, we wanted to multiply 2.314 by 1.57. We would proceed as before, but draw lines from the decimal points down and to the left until they meet, then follow the diagonal to the left or bottom of the grid. The point where this diagonal emerges from the grid is the position of the decimal point in the answer.

I know you will not read 'til the end part of this post because for you, long posts are boring. hahaha. I understand. I also understand if you will not drop a comment. Anyway, have a good day, Lattices :)

Those Grade Four Moments I So Dearly Miss

2011-08-22T14:11:00.000+08:00

Memoirs of me as a grade four pupil eight years ago flashed back as I silently and carefully watched the kids doing some seat exercises during my Field Study in Candau-ay Elementary School, Dumaguete City. I jotted some of the things that amused me. Read on.

1. A sleepy teacher in an afternoon class.
2. Curios eyes deliberately inspecting the Education student observing.
3. A piece of food secretly passed from one pupil to another. Just beware of the teacher's cunning eyes. If she catches you, she will surely send you out.
4. A child approaching another classmate to ask for paper.
5. Children flocking the teacher's table to have their papers checked.
6. Boorish yet sweet glances of a boy to a girl across the table.
7. Children shouting "Not yet ma'am" in chorus after the teacher asks, "Are you done?"
8. Children using their fingers in getting the products of multiplication problems.
9. A pupil who shouts "Finish" after he/she finishes answering a test. This is for bragging purposes.
10. A child rocking his chair in boredom.
11. A child gnawing a plastic balloon with all delight. (Eew!)
12. A child licking her fingers after an enjoying munch of her favorite chocolate treat. (No matter how dirty her finger can be.)
13. A child extending his arm in patience just to have a share of what the other children are eating.
14. A child keeping a "kodigo" (cheat) of the multiplication table below her desk because she cannot memorize it.
15. A group of boys talking about a tragic event they saw on TV.
16. A group of pupils writing the answers on their palms.
17. The pupils as noisy as can be the moment the teacher goes out.

I might add more to these on the next time I observe elementary schools again.

A Public Example

2011-08-18T12:52:00.000+08:00

This happened last night, when I was on my way home after a tiring editing session in the office. My intent to indulge in the silence amidst the rushing crowd was gradually broken upon hearing an unusual flow of conversation at the back portion of the bus where I was in. I did not hesitate to move my head and check on the commotion.

There they were, a group of four, clad in semi-formal slacks and polo -- one wearing pink, another a dark camouflage green, another a navy blue and yet another a checkered dirty white -- with hairs kept in a bun, except for one who left it untied.

The tone rang a bell to my ears like tiny clanging chimes. As I took a glance of what was happening at the back, I saw the girl in camou green ask another girl inside the bus to get out and settle something. At first, a man in white shirt who was beside the girl inside replied, but as the conversation progressed and the issue heated up, the girl inside the bus represented herself.

I did not have the grasp of the whole verbal tussle but these were the words that sought for outlet straight away from my hippocampus.

"Naog sa diha. Istoryahanay sa ta," came the girl in pink. (Come down. Let's talk this over.)

The girl in camou was the most loud and aggressive among the four, pelting sharp words which reverberated to the ears of the awaiting passengers. "Burikat man ka! Naog diha. Isog man kaha ka. Ay talawan. Di man diay ka musukol." (Bitch! Come down if you're that brave. Ay. Coward!)

The supposed-to-be victim was not able to bear the insults anymore so she answered back. "Eh ikaw, elementary ra taman. Gapakaulaw ra man ka," referring to the girl in camou. (How about you? You're only in the elementary level. What a shame.)

She replied, "May na lang na kaysa magpa bayad ko para ra maka skwila ug college. Hala bayaran man diay ka. Burikat ra jud." (Well, that's be better than to be paid just to be in college. Bitch!)

All heads were on them already. The girl in pink tried to suffice the tension by calming her tone but it did not seem to help. There were exchanges of trite words that did not make sense at all, words that do not come from the mouth of educated individuals. Well perhaps, they are not really the educated type, because I believe educated people do not do that certain behavior in front of many. They deal with things professionally. One might be schooled but you can never guarantee that that person is also educated.

Anyway, the fight was concluded when the bus finally embarked from the terminal. But the girl in camouflage was not contented with what she has released. She added, "Uy kinsa man tong akong nakit-an kuyog nimu sa boulevard gabie? Eew...Burikat!" (Ey, by the way, who was that man I saw with you in the boulevard last night? Eew...Bitch!) Then, the sound of her screaming image faded into the screen. Next stop, Zamboanguita.

I could feel the passengers make an initial reaction regarding the incident. They were murmuring, with twitched faces. I did not see the facial expression of the girl inside the bus but at least that was the end of what seemed to be a love affair fight between two girls.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Not good at all.

Goodbye Happy Face

2011-08-17T19:01:00.000+08:00

Smile, though your heart is aching. Smile, though the pain is there. Smile, though the world is crashing. Smile, for it might ease the pain. Yes! I always smile -- be it in the office or in the classroom or even with friends on the corridors of the university. I put emoticons every after each text message I send to tell how I feel at that moment. I put emoticons especially smileys when I chat with someone on Facebook. Even when I Plurk or Blog, I do not fail to have emoticons. I make sure that people feel comfortable when they are connected with me.

But alas! Not everyone liked what I am doing. Or let us say, it is not appropriate to be smiling at all times. You know what I mean. :)

Later this afternoon, an organizer from the 7th Planet Company dropped by the office to get the papers used for the signature campaign for Peace in Mindanao. Sadly, the whole sheet was not filled with signatures due to the lack of resources and of course the determination to fill the paper.

Anyhow, he received it with thanksgiving and before finally leaving the office, he gave a remark. (We have been exchanging text messages for days now, all business related, btw.)

"Jane, the next time you send messages to people you don't know, or let us say, business related affairs, do not put emoticons on the end of the message. It should always be formal. Well, since we are already friends, it's all right to put them there. But just a friendly tip, because we don't know what your job's gonna be in the future. You avoid using them, okay."

Though he was smiling in between those lines, I could sense a different wavelength of offense from his words. Did that mean that he did not like my friendliness?

But don't worry sir, I will take that as a friendly tip. Thank you. From that moment on, I will always remember that.

Ang Bait na ni Ma'am Ngayon

2011-08-17T16:04:00.000+08:00

A couple of days ago, the College of Education has resounded its tension when a familiar article was released by a The NORSUnian editor in his column. Here it is as follows:

Here’s a fact. A teacher here in the university is definitely not a good example of how a professional teacher should be like. Here’s the story. A young teenage student had her report finished on a very hot late afternoon. She did try her best. As a matter of fact, she studied all the things she needed for her report weeks before that certain day. However, she had some parts of her report all wrong, probably because she did not understand what it meant no matter how hard she researched. This is normal. We students are still subject to errors and flaws. Even teachers are not perfect.

Instead of correcting the student from her flaws, her teacher awarded her with an unusual kind of reward. “Gabinutol man dagway ka” and “Di man ka kabalo uy” were the filthy words that came out of the mouth of this supposedly “educated” woman.

It would have been a teeny bit more acceptable if her actions were unintended, or just the initial reaction from the mistake of her student but, sad to say, this has been her habit. Speaking these kinds of profane words is simply natural to her. It is part of who she is, and the rest of her students can testify to that.

It’s sad to know that this teacher comes from the “College of the Educated” where positive values are primarily taught and academic principles are espoused. I suggest that this teacher should take a crash course in Values Education. Just a thought, she might have skipped this subject or she might have forgotten that bad manners should not be brought to school.

Teachers should be role models in the society. They are supposed to be the epitome of wisdom and respect. The higher their academic qualifications, the wiser they should be. But this is definitely not the case with this teacher. So, why teach anyways? There are better teachers out there who are decent, respectful, and worth the pay. Why stick with a teacher who embarrasses her students publicly?

This is not what we expect from our teachers. We expect them to be good examples. Students are here to learn. Teachers are here to teach – and part of what they teach is good manners and positive values – not only theoretically, but by example.

These could be the most trite words a teacher can get from a student who did not like the way she taught her class. Spewing bad words in front of the class is just one attitude that should not be tolerated. Indeed, this article has devastated the teachers of the specified college, most especially the dean. She even said that they will not stop until they will know who reported the certain issue to the school paper.

But upon publication, the teacher described in the aforementioned article who happens to be my teacher in one of my Professional subjects, has slowly changed her attitude towards us, her students. If she was used to throwing bad words to us associated with a very ugly frown, this time, she does not do that anymore. Instead, she has been more of a smiling person than ever before. If she would resort to saying bad words when a report was wrongly delivered or when a statement was wrongly constructed before, this time, she does not do that anymore. Instead, she would just crank her face and make corrections in a soft and sweet manner. Later, she exhibits a smile. Moreover, if she was used to be 45 minutes late in her one and a half hour class, this time, she has come to her class earlier. She's still late though but with only a 15 to 20 minute difference.

Many are still silently observing her. Whatever she will be doing on the later parts of the semester will be tailed upon by those who wished for her to have a total attitude change. As of this moment, I am amused and thankful of what that article did to her. Or did the article do that to her? Anyway, I just hope that new attitude of hers will continue 'til the day she will retire.

Ang bait na ni ma'am ngayon.

You Can Count On Me

2011-08-17T13:11:00.000+08:00

And this is the reason why I have posted something for today. I keep on playing this song in the office but I never get bored listening to it. Sadly, I still can't memorize the lyrics, but I am on my way to that part. A little more while and I'll hook the song. That would be the time I will get bored already and then finally resort to another song.

Anyway, I just love how the lyrics communicate to its listeners. It implies sincerity of a friend to a friend and doing the impossible for a beloved. Good thing I have found that friend in JESUS. Of all the friends that I had and have, HE is the only one who did not leave me. HE always listens to me, and never fails to comfort me. The thing though is that I cannot see HIM. I just can feel HIM. I know it's enough. Soon, I am going to meet my Savior, Lord, and Friend. SOON!

In the meantime, enjoy the song you guys. Halong. ^_^

Motion Pictures

2011-08-16T12:32:00.000+08:00

And just how amazing indeed to discover that there are already moving pictures. By moving pictures, I don't mean those in film. It's still, but moving. Yahoo has 11 entries for moving pictures and I tell you it is so incredible. You might not fancy photography but you might want to check it all out. If you miss seeing these photos, you'll miss one half of your life. :)

(feel free to click that cute word below and you will be transported to the Yahoo page)

O R A N G E !

Friday Jubilee

2011-08-12T17:03:00.000+08:00

Crush mode. Oh my friend. I am just so proud of her. After a few years of admiring a man from our place, who happened to be her schoolmate, she has finally had his number. Here's the story. They were making props for our Literature at the porch of our office when Iyai, one of my classmates, spotted Roxette's crush. She called him and told him to come. He quickly went up to the second floor of the office with a friend and sought for that Roxette. But much to her shyness, which brought us laughing our hearts out, she entered the comfort room and did not go out 'til they were gone. However, he was successful in getting Roxette's number. Ehh! Dream come true. I'll soon have a grasp of their developing love story in the near future.

AWANA preparation. Excited! I am super excited to have my new set of pupils this coming Sunday for our AWANA (Approved Workmen Are Not Ashamed) club. I bought some prizes for them, as a sort of incentives, so that they will be attracted to come back to church every Sunday. I did not mind using my own expenses for the gifts. This will be my very great opportunity to share to them the gospel, the story of Jesus' love to mankind. This will be our first time to organize a club, and hopefully, God will help us make it successful and fulfilling.

Great Math job. I have never been happier to finally make an assignment in Math 127 without copying from any of my classmates. Instead, they copied from me. I am so proud and happy. I hope I'll have more of it on the later parts of our Math session. As of now, yipee!

The Ultimate Transformation

2011-08-10T19:42:00.000+08:00

Behold!


The NORSUnian (TN) Editor-in-Chief/Running candidate for Prince of CAS. Way to go Ken!

His participation in the Search for the Prince and Princess of CAS garnered various reactions from his constituents. Let's try to see about what they have to say.

Cheeno Luang (TN Artist) -- "So gay!"

Paul Anthony Eso (WAPU Head) -- "So gay!"

Rina Marie Rubia (TN News Editor) -- "Oh my gosh Kenneth! What happened to you?"

Shenna Barrera (TN Editorial Assistant) -- "Hala gwapuha ni Kenneth dah! Wow!"

Arvin Rodriguez (TN Artist) -- He said he heard this from other students, "Mao mani tong bayot." But he said, "Siya nah?"

Me??? -- Hmmm...Let's see. Ikaw na Ken. Ikaw nah! Mudaog ni! (kay manglibre nig Jollibee paghuman...haha)
Jeffrey John Bungcasan (TN Writer) -- Okay ra.
Albert Umbac (TN Writer) -- Hala. Photoshopped mani. Nice tong sa Chem.

Mary Cherry Sanchez (TN Writer) -- Handsome yet too mature for the role.
Jessie Dolia (TN Writer) -- What a mess! Joke.

P.S. These passages are subject to change. Any reactions/comments/suggestions are very much welcome. This post will be updated from time to time. Thank you!

Random Thoughts Part 14

2011-08-10T13:23:00.000+08:00

Nothing much to share,

Just random thoughts.

The rain came down and the floods went up. It is a rainy Wednesday. Wet and drowsy, the weather is. I only have two classes for today but I still have to do a lot of things so basically, I can't go home early, as always. Anyway, the midweek get-away to my well-liked food place in the city gave me a full stomach so there's no reason for me to run out of energy. Happy rainy day!

Identical. It has always been said that good shoes take you to good places. But what if it did not. Instead, it took you to your worst nightmare. In my case though, it is not that bad. My first encounter of this mutual embarrassment was earlier this morning, when I and my friends were heading to the IRS (Internet Research Station) of the university. I was not minding the crowd but when my pair of eyes caught something glittering on the floor, I gradually looked down. To my shock, I saw another girl wearing the same pair of shoes as mine. As in very similar. I just so know where she bought it. I hesitated to walk with her and instead made her walk a couple of steps away from me. I just hope nobody noticed it.

The second encounter was still today, just before I had my lunch. Before loading the pedicab, I noticed of another student's footwear. It was so similar to mine again; and to think she's another girl with another identity. Goodness gracious! At that moment, I did not want to load that vehicle but I realized it would be obvious that I was abhoring something. Albeit it was gray this time, the fact that I encountered two identities of my shoes in half a day remains.

The Spree to Mang Inasal

2011-08-08T18:17:00.000+08:00

Right after the photo shoot, which ended at 2 p.m., we went to Mang Inasal. 'Twas a very fun experience with the staff and the newbies. It was our first time out with them.

Nagugutom na po ang mga batang 'to. Di naman halata kasi nasa harap ng camera.

Kaya pa noh?

Sa wakas, dumating na rin ang keyk na dala namin ni Cherry. haha.

Happy birthday to them. Bahalang gutom basta may surprise para sa kanila.

Na hala sige, blow!

Kainan nah!

Nangpit pud...

Kain pa. So family! Ang sarap.

Caught in the act. haha

Leave the platter clean? Parang di naman.

More of these on my Facebook account. Just search for my name. (ano 'to? promotion?)

Hulagway

2011-08-08T15:45:00.000+08:00

Freestyle. Wacky. Scared. Naughty. Sitting Position. ID. Smile!

Here they finally are -- the 2011-2012 staff of The NORSUnian. Kudos tots for making it. Congratulations dears.

*OLDIES *

The EIC

Kenneth Pael

Hooot! Hooot! He loves everything about him. So, do I have to say mention that he is the real epitome of narcissism? Well, aside from that, he is also a trying-hard Korean. Pwede nah rin. He does his job religiously (though he is not religious), has a loquacious mouth, has a confident ego, and no love life. Yeah! That's really him; and he's well-liked that way. Jeong mal joh-ta!

The Associate Editor
Rolyn Jane P. Catanus
Ang payat, nakuu po. Never mind the face. I love my shoes but I borrowed it from my ate. S'ya yang below oh. I am lean, obviously, but I think I am still healthy. The rest of the descriptions are withheld upon request. :) Read on na lang.

The News Editor
Rina Marie Rubia
The sweet cuppy cake. She is already in her senior year but 'di halata (sa kutis ha). She has a soft voice but with it are words frank and tact enough to silence you. Baby princess daw s'ya, and this is evident on how her ever loyal boyfriend, Kuya Ren, treat her. Tamah bah? Oo. Tama nga. hehe

Senior Writer
Janethriz Aso
I commend her for surviving the course which almost everybody looks up to as a challenging and tough course -- Civil Engineering, among other engineering courses. Lost lang, and seldom attends the weekly meeting. We might not be close but I know she's a good friend and a loyal girlfriend?? hehe.

Senior Writer
Shenmae Sojor
Bubbly! She requested me to thank Mayette for letting her borrow her shoes and coat. (Is that a coat? or a bolero?) She has a loud personality and that makes her unique from the rest. Keep up the good work, ate Shen, and make sure to improve yourself in any way possible.

Senior Writer
Albert Umbac

Bachelor of Secondary Education major in Biology. I just love his eyes. Can I have them? He is the not-trying-hard Korean type but I think he does not know that. He might sit on a corner in silence but he has always something to say, and oftentimes, it's poignant. If I were you, I'd not mess up with him. Pahabol. Improve your Features articles, Bert. I know you have the potential but still needs refinement. In no time, though, that will be developed. Aja!

Senior Writer
Crystal Vocal
Everyone in the office calls her mommy. She's married, a mother of two, and a fashionista. Hot mama pa nga raw, sabi ng ilan. She is loquacious, but not stingy. She is bubbly, but not choosy. Go mommy Crys. Her surname fits her very well.

Reporter
Myrna Alarcio
A Psychology student. The morena beauty who has a naturally cute smile. I cannot see her often in the office but I know she is trying her best to balance her career as a student, a Registrar lass, and a TN warrior. Myyyyrna!

Reporter
Jeffrey John Bungcasan
He has always been generous, basta meron lang, and ever friendly. He is a gay gay. You know what I mean. He tells me about his Cosmetics career. I tell you, he is passionate with this career of his. From pageantries to weddings to photo shoots. In fact, he did most of the girl's make-ups for this pictorial. Galoreful! haha

Reporter
Enjenette Nilles
Madame Anna Manalastas? 'Di ka na bata? Nagdadalaga ka na pala ngayon ha. I call her Cloud 9, and she is literally sweet (with her boyfriend). I always see them together. Oh how innocent she could be, but may love life na. P.S. I am not insecure ha. Porque wala ako n'yan? haha. Cloud 9 uleeet ha.

Reporter
Jela Mae Ruales
Cheeno + Jela = Chela. Bagay na bagay. Eeeh! I love her poise when she sits and walks, and her seemingly maldita brows. And not to forget her natural, strong laugh. I lurv it much. Her love life remains a mystery. Kailan mo 'yan isi-spill out? Burger tayo mam'ya ta's share mo sa 'kin ha. Btw, clap clap for what she did to our EIC when she was still a newbie. Alam nah! haha.

Arts and Graphics Unit Head
Paul Anthony Eso
I don't know what's wrong with his hands but...why does he have to be so good in caricatures and cartoons? Singkit man ang mata nito, alam ko pa ring tatak Pinoy 'to. Ang galing mag Tagalog. I also admire this lad's love life. Aja! haha. Ang cute naman kasi ng girlfriend. You are both lucky to have each other. (adviser? adviser?) Make sure to finish your caricatures, by the way. But I know it would be worth it. We are already super duper ultra mega late sa Handurawan. Aja again.

Artist
Cheeno Luang

Brad! He introduced "Count On Me" by Bruno Mars. It's a great song for friends, really. He might be moody, but he can manage to smile. He is in love with a girl named Divine. Ayyyieee! An artist by heart, an undersized giant, and a pinchable (kaurumul gid) friend.

Artist
Arvin Rodriguez
A desperate lover who cried a river for a girl who did not love him like the way he did. Tama bah? But Arvin Arztist Wright Smith has found a new love now in the name of Rica. Witiwiw. You go boy. P.S. He's never him without his glasses. Good thing he gave them up during the pictorial, even just for once. Another P.S. He is a very good friend, but 'di pa naka libre 'to. Nakuu. May utang ka pre.

Webpage Developer
Pierce Baylon
Bunjing. Kuya Pierce might be the biggest and the oldest but he still acts like a teenager. He's so fluffy, I'm gonna die. I don't know what kind of virus invaded his brain that he said he is better than the I.T. teachers of the university. And I believe in what he said, though. He is a robot with flesh and blood. You can always depend on him, especially when it concerns matters regarding computers. Pwede ring bouncer 'pag nag-away kayo ng jowa mo. haha.

Webpage Developer
Japhet Pagarigan
Baaaahh! Baaaah! Black sheep, have you any wool? He could be moody but he never fails to help. Sometimes, though, his brain is just set into "Energy saving mode" 'coz no matter how sincere the request is, he never does it. Ang hirap basahin ng utak mo. But keep up the good work, and strive harder.

Photographer
Lincoln Cardines
He is my lolo. He is serious when it comes to love churva and in giving advices. Maybe, that is the reason why he has been invisible in the office lately. I used to ask Snow Bear from him but now, no more. Lolo Linx!

Business Manager
Lycel Caingcoy
The pretty lass with adam's apple. We are four in our mini Adam's Apple Society but one has preferred work than school and the other one has another business. So basically, we are almost to evaporate. Hmmm, because of her, we learned to love the letter H which stands for honorarium. She's 24 months pregnant but still maintaining that sexy figure. Congrats Pert! You're a father now.

Staff Secretary
Mary Cherry Sanchez
She has been so lost for a couple of months now. But since she is back for the pictorial and that yummy treat to Mang Inasal, I hope she'll efficiently function as a writer, assistant business manager, and a staff secretary once again. Ang dami noh! What I like about this gal is her voice which gives her a good slot for DJying. Mass Comm gud lamang.

Circulation Manager
Cameron Tañara
With the promotion he had, I found out that he has not changed. He was that same old him -- silent, hard working, and a man of dignity. He has always acted without bias and I commend him for that. He has been our truce maker every time we are caught into an unending web of verbal tussles.

*NEWBIES*

Artist
Angelo Sastre
He joined the publication because he wanted to showcase his talent in drawing, a privilege he was deprived of way back high school. He is the quite type but I think as time flies, I will know his real color. Gisugod na ko niya ug patay ha. Watch out Angel! haha.

Webpage Developer
Dave Randolph Duran
You always refuse to talk unless your talkmate is Kuya Pierce. I think you both have almost similar brain configurations. The serious type, but since still a newbie, that perception on you would somehow change.

Writer
Harriene Banaybanay
Pretty face. She has been into a lot of pageantries. Tingnan n'yo naman ang build ng body. Nothing more to say. Aside from that, her fluency in English brought her a high mark in the interview. She has more to learn and she was never mistaken to choose TN as her training ground. Char!

Writer
Joeylyn Dela Cruz
Number one of the newbies. Aside from her fluency, she is also the editor-in-chief of their paper in high school. That is why I like her. Pareho kami. haha. Her performance has been very well and I hope I will see more from her. She has the potential to be the next EIC in the future. Aja!

Lay-out Artist
John Rio
Just like the rest, he is the silent and innocent-looking type. But as what I have said, he is still adjusting to the environment in the office and his real color will soon show up.

Photographer
Kendrex Pael
Every rule has an exception. Count this lad in. He has already learned to taunt me, and has copied his older brother bit by bit. My impression on him as a silent tot gradually changed. Manang-mana sa feeling Korean na kuya. And since they are brothers, he did not fail to have Kenneth's hard working and responsible DNA strands. Good job!

Lay-out Artist
Leonil Dayado
Isa ka pa. 'Di pa kita gaanong kilala, but when we meet on hallways and foyers of this university, I give him a smirk. Ang dami ko ng friends. He looks like our former Webpage developer, but a fleshier and taller version.

Photographer
Mayette Diez
Photogenic this girl is. She always address me with an "ate". We'll be good friends soon dear. Just continue to be a dedicated student and a passionate photojournalist.

Writer
Mei Ann Morales
Tama na bala Nang! Demure in words and in action. An Ilongga like me. She might be quite and shy, but she will be one of us soon. I know she still has to adjust to the environment of the Bisayas because she is from Iloilo and the people there have a different language. Namian mo lang ka taman taman performance mo Ging ha. Indi gid mag pasaway. Halong pirmi.

Artist
Ranulfo Repe
Hi there. No comment na lang 'coz I know the more I say something, the more they'll start taunting me and you again. haha. Anyway, keep up whatever good job you're doing. Aja!

Writer
Shana Alegria
Shana, I did not mean to put you in the base of this post. Ang cute mo, napansin ko, both in figure and height. I should've had not shifted from Pre-school Education to General Curriculum. Kidding aside, you and the rest of the newbies are the new assets of the publication. Ihinahabilin ko na sila sa 'yo. (nasa tabi mo lang ako, though...rawr!) Keep up the good work and always read to improve your play of words.

So that was it. I hope you enjoyed strolling through the page. There will be more on the later part. Abangan n'yo ang next posts ko for more gay moments with my publication family.

Say Goodbye to Midterms, Hello to Weekend

2011-08-05T19:29:00.000+08:00

Good bye M.I.D.T.E.R.M.S. (Mind In Denial To Ever Remember My Studies)!

That one week of brain-pounding exams finally bade farewell. No more almost-sleepless-and-TVless nights, though there were instances that I still glance at the monitor to watch my favored teleserye at night. That one week gave me butterflies and peanut butter in my stomach. That one week made me conclude that there are still superb teachers who are just as considerate as you think they are. And that one week gave me the implication that bayanihan is a Filipino value that even until the present exists. (hehe...alam nah *wink*)

Let me have this opportunity to appraise that one sole teacher who impressed me the most.

Dear (Dr. Carlou g. Bernaldez) Sir,

You gave us an averagely difficult set of questions in Ed 8. But I have to say this. That was yet the best Midterm experience I had since my first entrance to this university. I have never been under a professor who can be strict but can also be that humorous soul who can concoct an amusing story out of anything. I have never been under a teacher who has been as accurate as you are in giving information and values that until now I have treasured.

I will never forget that sugar rush. You will best be remembered for that Mentos, the hints, the new terms you used (Cataloging for Enumeration, Truthful or Untruthful for True or False, and so on), the entrance and exit moments, and the constant assurance that you will never fail us. It really eased my doubt of passing your exam.

Thank you sir, for countless reasons. I can't even remember some of those many reasons why I am thankful. Basta! You have been the best college teacher I have so far. Bow!

This time, this space is for HER. That one woman who made my week extra spicy.

Dear Ma'am,

I know you are an expert in your field. I have all the proofs that I need to believe that you, indeed, are worth the respect and prestige. But I do hope you will realize that you are punishing us with your acquired nous.

Why do you have to make the test questions so complicated? Why do you have to make us scratch our heads first before coming up with a fabricated answer?

We don't know about your thoughts but I just hope you will not fail one half of the class like what I have heard from other students. Bow.

And finally, this space is for them who were typical examiners who gave the exam and collected the papers after an hour and a half.

To whom it may concern:

Thank you for the thrills. Thank you for the efforts you have exerted to make those test papers. Thank you for being a teacher, though sometimes we don't like you. I have nothing more to say. Bow.

Engot Moment

2011-08-02T14:07:00.000+08:00

Haay boring! Walang magawa. Magpaka-engot muna. For the meantime lang naman, since wala pa akong ma post.

Engot! Bow.

Ang Horror sa Likod ng Midterms

2011-08-01T09:44:00.000+08:00

Ano nga ba ang sinasabi nilang midterms? Ito lang naman ang exam na ibinibigay sa kalahati ng isang term. And since this is an exam, kinakatakutan ito ng mga students of different levels. Kaso nga lang, hindi naman lahat natatakot dito lalo na yung mga genius. Favorite kaya nila ang midterms at finals.

Haayy! Okay lang naman ang midterms basta lahat ng napag-aralan mo ay lumabas sa exam. Okay lang naman basta nagbigay ng pointers ang guro. Okay lang naman kapag di masyadong strict ang proctor. Okay lang naman basta complete ang notes mo. Okay lang naman basta nakapag-aral ka. Pero pinaka okay pag exempted ka sa Physics exam n'yo dahil malaki ang naging scores mo sa nagdaang mga quizzes.

Ang masaklap lang ay ang scenario na dalawang magdamagang sessions ang iginugol mo para sa first exam of the week pero ang lumbas na questions ay nosebleeding at parang galing planet Jupiter ang gumawa. Ang hirap nga naman talaga. Kahit anu-ano na lang na mga kataga ang lumalabas sa utak mo at naisusulat mo sa papel dahil wala kang Earth sa kung ano man ang ibig ipahiwatig ng guro. Torture yata 'to ah.

Palibhasa ang yabang ng gurong 'yon. Porque ba Doctor ka na, hihirapan mo na ang test questions? Huhuhu. Kung ano man ang kalalabasan ng exam na 'yon, maluwag ko'ng tatanggapin. Naiimagine ko na ang failure ko sa overall grade ko sa kanya. Haaayy!

Aral muna ako ULIT! tootles :)

I Have A New Crush But...

2011-07-29T10:43:00.000+08:00

Yes. I have a new crush and he...

...is cute (of course).

...is left-handed.

...has a nice penmanship.

...is relatively tall.

...is genius-looking. (but he is really intelligent. Challenging kaya na course kinukuha nya.)

...is responsible.

...is a little bit snobbish.

...is the silent type.

...has a nice voice quality.

...and of course, a classmate of mine in one of my major subjects.

However, there is one thing I don't like about him.

Do you know what that is?

-- HIS GIRLFRIEND --

ayyy :(

Woe is Me

2011-07-27T17:55:00.000+08:00

I don't have the writer's juice today to make a post but I will try my best to make one. Flashback...

--> Wednesday, 07:45 a.m. That is today.

The teacher entered into the room with a serious face and started to say...

Teacher: Where is Catanus?
Me: Ma'am.
Teacher: What is your position in TN?
Me: Associate Editor ma'am. (proudly said)
Teacher: You don't know how to edit your articles in TN.
Me: *silence and shocked (gumuho ang world)
Teacher: I don't like the article with me on it. Nawala ang essence ng article because there were some facts that were not included there. (abay malay ko ba)
Me: *silence
Teacher: Why did you publish it? I don't like it... (talk to my hand)
(after a series of redundant and painful words)
Teacher: That's why I don't like to read The NORSUnian because the issues there are all non-sense. You're an editor and you don't know how to edit that? It should be that the first paragraph is coherent to the second paragraph and the third paragraph is coherent to the second paragraph. (she's already giving a lecture. I know that ma'am. I am not that dumb.) Did you get me Catanus?
Me: Yes ma'am.
Teacher: And you did not place any title of me in the paper? You are under me and you don't know who I am? Ha? You don't know me? (do you know the word redundant, ma'am?)
Me: *agape
Teacher: I was also a writer myself and I know how to write things like that, better than on how you do it. I am a writer, a scientific writer. (so what if you are a scientific writer? I am also a writer.) You should place an erratum there. I really don't like the article.
Me: But I did not write the article ma'am.
Teacher: Kaya nga. You are an editor and you are supposed to check and verify the facts. Don't you know the functions of an editor? (kasalanan ko na nga...tsk) You should know better than that. You must put an erratum to that. Who is your editor-in-chief?
Me: Kenneth Pael ma'am.
Teacher: Ha?
Me: Kenneth Pael ma'am.
Teacher: Ah. So since you are the associate editor, you have to correct whatever wrongs he has. You really have to know better than that. I need the erratum to that. My goodness. You really should know about that.

Her words might not be that painful for me but the fact that she said it in front of our Biology class is another thing. I have shed enough of my tears in the c.r. of the TN office and had received consolation from a close friend. Now, I am okay.

P.S. --> Di lang pala ako lang ang napagalitan n'ya. She also spotted two members of the publication, one of whom is the writer of the article and the other one is her student in the major class. She told the writer of the article about his errors and even shared what she did to me during her Biology class with us. The other one, in the name of Albert, was also scolded, but the content of the reproach was similar to what she told me. She is so affected with the article. What is wrong with her? Trying to protect her reputation? Trying to become more famous than she's ought to be? I'd rather zip my mouth. Heartache is over.

Random Thoughts Part 13

2011-07-26T12:45:00.000+08:00

Rainy Tuesday. Because of the rain, I had second thoughts of going to school today or not. Fortunately, my lazy bones did not dominate and I was still able to get out of the house even with the flooding field ahead of our house. With my uniform on, it is so difficult to tread in paths of mud and small paddies but knowing that it is not only me complaining about the discomfort of the weather and the attire, it's alright. Hopefully, this rain would cease this afternoon until tonight during our weekly meeting in the pub. I still have to go home and walking on those paddies and stepping on "land mines" would be disgustingly hilarious on my part.

Case study. One question hit my friend and asked me, "What's with DOTA that makes most boys addicted to it?" I can't answer that, obviously. I am not a fan of DOTA, and never in whatsoever online games therewith. I proposed a solution to her confusion, though. "What if we will make a case study about that?"

Anyway, it seems like I know what the boys reasons are. I just can't explain it. It's like saying that you have an ultimate crush on someone but then here comes your very supportive friend who'll break the moment and ask, "What's in him that you're having a very crazy time thinking about him?"

You can count on me. Just as I arrived at this sub-topic, Bruno Mars' song "Count On Me" played. His cool voice and the great message of the song made it my new "favorite song." Amazing song. Below is a part of the chorus:

You can count on me like 1,2,3

I'll be there

And I know when I needed I can count on you like 4,3,2

You'll be there

'Coz that's what friends are supposed to do.

Movie Marathon

2011-07-25T10:00:00.000+08:00

Because of the postponed examination in Ecology and the pre-announcement of our History teacher saying that he will not meet us today, Monday, I decided not to sleep early last night and instead soaked myself in front of the television the whole night.

My family and I watched two great films -- Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue (though my father did not like it that much. He has been demanding to have the channel changed but he never succeeded.) and The Tooth Fairy (My sister and I finished it though my father said to have the t.v. turned off already.)

Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue

The Tooth Fairy

It was fun but I still have to have my sweet repose. I know I will have a good Monday ahead. :)

The Wednesday Man

2011-07-25T09:26:00.000+08:00

Every Wednesday is a glittering day. Why? Because this is the only day wherein our History teacher meets us. Does it sound amazing or what? Aside from the fact that the subject (and the teacher) is boring, it has also similar and connected lessons to our Philippine Literature subject.

For three weeks now, it has become his habit to skip Mondays and Fridays. Whatever his reasons are, it's not helping. It's just making the whole situation worse. And every time he meets us, he gives us either an oral or written examination.

I wanted to report him to the administration for being an irresponsible teacher but I still don't have enough of the nerve to do so. I just hope that he will realize how behind we are in our lessons and that he will minimize his absenting if he does not want to be reprimanded by the higher-ups.

Random Thoughts Part 12

2011-07-22T10:33:00.000+08:00

Almost stranded. What I love about rainy nights is that it makes the humid environment cool, making me think with coolness, too. The unfortunate thing there, however, is when I am still in the pub and I have no umbrella with me. The worse thing is to discover that I have not brought an extra attire to replace my uniform. I really have to drench myself under the droplets of rain if I want to really go home.

Earlier last evening, the rain stopped after seemingly draining all that was left of the heavens. I know it told me to go home already but I did not heed. I assured myself that it will not rain again. I decided to just finish the editorial that I was working on and then I'll go home with some of my colleagues. Unfortunately, the heavens did not cooperate with my plan. It once again rained, an hour later perhaps, and the whole campus was soaking wet. If I will force myself to brave the moisty environment, I would reach the bus terminal like a freezing little chick. I had to wait for some time before going out. But my patience has worn out and I really have to go if I still wish to catch the last trip home. Though it did not cease, I was still thankful I did not reach the terminal soaking wet.

Oh how I love the rain!

A tiring trip. I was amicably hungry, drained, and all. I wanted to sleep in the bus but I also had to endure the hardships of standing with the crowd because there are no more seats available. The ache on my feet because of the high-heeled shoes traveled to my entire system. I wanted to pass out. Good thing two passengers embarked the bus and gave way to two of the passengers for the seats -- of course, one was for me. Thank you Lord!

Helping out. Somebody texted me early this morning about a predicament he has with his family. He was already spilling the beans regarding the situation of his mother and father. I did not know what to do. I am not the counselor kind of gal and I do not know much of what its like to be a crying shoulder. But I did try my best to comfort him through text. I never knew the impact of that text until the moment he said thank you to me and that my presence even just via text was already a relief. I am just glad I have helped someone out, if that was called helping.

Aside from the problem he shared, he also told me a secret about his personal life. And that would remain an overwhelming secret.

The blessing. No one could really tell when blessings could arrive. I just had mine this morning while riding on that Ceres bus again. I do not have to explicate the whole scenario and all. But I will never forget that kind-hearted friend and a brother in Christ who passed a blessing to me. May God bless him always and his family.

Who Are You Mister?

2011-07-21T12:33:00.001+08:00

His face still lingers in my membrane. His kind words were still fresh in my mind. His disposition could still be very recognizable in my whole system. Who could he be? And why did he know me?

Last night, I went home late (as usual) from the office where I finished editing a couple of articles. At the sight of the crowded bus, I quickly decided to stand as long as I can be home before my tummy growls in disgust. Little did I know that someone has already spotted me and was just waiting for the right timing to get my attention. As I was on the first two steps of the bus, struggling to get in, a husky male voice from the front seat called my name. It was unclear at first so I did not mind it. However, the constant call really made me move my head to the direction of the sound.

There, I saw him smiling at me, uttering my name for the last time. "Rolyn." I gave a half smile as a kind response to the stranger. He then asked me, "Mu.uli na ka? (Are you going home?)" I nodded. I was surprised to hear someone ask me that kind of question. The fact that I loaded the bus means that I am really on my way home. I tried to nuzzle in between two passengers and placed my paper bag on a compartment. But I noticed that he did not remove his attention from me. "Diri ka oh (You can take my seat)," he calmly said, giving another smile. My surprise and eagerness to know him hightened. I can't also ask him who he is in front of the crowd. I tried to recall anyone from the past and studied his features carefully. No match. He was a total stranger. I readily refused his offer and said that I would be okay if I will just stand. That was just the time that he turned away from me and settled on his seat.

I fortunately got a seat at the extension later that moment, thank God, but I still can't remove his image in my head. Of all the people that he could offer his seat with, why me? I was flattered with the thought.

I want to know him. I want to get his name. And I just hope fate would allow me to see him again (or he will see me and approach me). That would really be the time that I would ask him who he is. After an hour of travel, I had to unload the bus without even knowing where he's residing or from where he is. He's good-looking, with a clean posture and a cute smile. (Whoa! I said it.) That's why I am plainly interested with him.

Whoever you are, thank you for the offer. But I just really wanted to know why you know my name. You might as well tell me yours. *echus*

My Sister's Keeper

2011-07-20T14:30:00.000+08:00

A novel by Jodi Picoult, a movie directed by Nick Cassavetes. I just discovered this movie last night on HBO while correcting my classmates' papers. This has been introduced to me by my sisters saying that it was a very good movie and that I really have to watch it. I was not able to see the full length but the ending made me cry. Good thing everyone was asleep when I was crying so I really had a good time shedding those tears. I just wish I can have the book soon. Below, by the way, is the trailer to the movie. But I still think it is best to have a book before plunging into the film.

Random Thoughts Part 11

2011-07-20T13:34:00.000+08:00

Music on. Articles forming an invisible thread and waiting to be edited. Air-conditioned room. Busy people. Living vessels of hurdy-gurdy like attitudes. This is where my life solely evolves apart from the strains of being an Education student. But with the daily boring flow of my entire college life, fate adds savor to it by bringing me the best serendipity.

Free smiley. The other night, the publication's meeting finished a little late and I have to rush out to catch the last bus home. Fortunately, a good friend of mine, Lycel, and her boyfriend, offered me a free ride. I did not only get a free fare to the terminal but also had saved a couple of minutes intended to flag for a pedicab ride.

We were just on time for the last bus to embark out of the terminal. Just on time, I was. I hope I gave them enough of the thank yous before finally loading the bus. Wearing a happy smile, I discovered I have to stand since the bus was already filled with passengers. Another serendipity was the discovery that a family friend I call my tito, who happens to be a pastor, recognized me standing. He gave a poke and an evening greeting while telling the conductor that he will answer my fare. Another chance to keep my money tucked in. Thank you so much Lord.

Relief. After I prayed to bless and help that teacher who humiliated me in front of her class without a fair ground yesterday, I have finally found relief. The comfort given by some my classmates who knew about what really happened added to the wellness of my soul. I am alright now; there is nothing beneficial in holding grudges against anyone anyway. I am freeing the hatred, the pain, and all. Thank you Lord for the help.

More. Our teacher in Ecology was disappointed with the odd performance of some of my classmates whom she assigned to report. Aside from the fact that they did not get her favor, they also gave her a substandard visual aid. Poor them.

The reporting in History today was a total bore. The three reporters just read everything and did not even explain a thing. So is that what they mean by reporting? Oral reading? Oh my goodness. And to think the teacher gave them big grades, not even suitable to their performance. I am sorry but if I am the teacher, I will have helpful remarks for those three students.

No class for Geometry. Yehey! Had an early lunch today and almost left nothing in my allowance because of an excessive lunch treat for myself.

P.S. Smile that the world may know how beautiful you are.

Heave! I Need More Air

2011-07-19T18:29:00.000+08:00

Dear Lord,

Thank you so much for helping me stand her ridicules and sharp remarks. I wanted to breakdown but you strengthened me. I wanted to run out of the room but you made me believe that I can do it with YOUR help.

P.S. That was the most painful, most heartbreaking words I got from a teacher ever since. EVER!

Sincerely yours,

I don't have to elaborate what she told me back there. Enough were her sharp words to make me conclude that she is not who she thinks she is. She might be a Doctor of Education and teaches Curriculum Assessment and Values but that does not excuse her from uttering filthy and dirty words in front of her class. She has been fond of humiliating students who give their reports and answers. I know she is aware of the Principles of Teaching but she is not applying it. What was the use of her title as a doctor? Was that for mere bragging and not really intended to help those who need her expertise? She is a hypocrite. Yes, I said it. She is a hypocrite, for heaven's sake, and no matter how her students try to prepare for a designated topic to be discussed in front, she will appreciate it all less.

I really wanted to cry but my friends stopped me. She is not worth a drop of my tears anyway. I do not hate her. I even pity her for her attitude. I think this is my time to pray for her. Whatever is bothering or triggering her to use such inhumane words in front of her class (and even to her colleagues), I just pray God will move her. I pray HE will touch her heart and make her realize that she is in the wrong track. She really needs a lot of realizing. She has to turn from her ways 360 degrees.

I still know there is some goodness left in her. God bless her.

I Have Valid Reasons

2011-07-13T13:12:00.000+08:00

Something came up and I don't know what but it made me (and many of my classmates) decide to skip my Geometry class today. I have valid reasons though. Take note: VALID.

1. Lazy Bone -- It's not my fault to skip my Geometry class. It was because of the influence of Iyai and Israelli on me, persuading me not to attend. I also blame my lazy bones for not bringing me to the classroom. As what I have said, something just came up, making me decide to stay put and avoid that ugly Geometry class.

2. Boring Subject -- I want my brain to work but not this way. And in order for me not to complicate things, I would therefore say that the subject is indeed boring. Gone were those days when I made serious efforts of learning by myself. I was totally discouraged by the manner of teaching. If I will force to contain myself in that dimlit room for a longer period of time, I might die of boredom.

3. Lousy Teacher -- Many students said she does not really know how to give an in-depth discussion. I know we are already college students but I think this teacher must also consider that she is teaching a subject that is despised by almost everyone and so she must make a way to alter that perception of ours. However, just like the rest of the Mathematics teachers that I have been into, she's lousy and lax. How, in the world, would a pea-brained creature like me, learn? Better be absent, right?

I know it was not the correct thing to do but sometimes, it's just quite inevitable that your lazy bones would be so strong in stopping you to go to your most hated subject. I just hope it won't happen again.

P.S.: This shocking work-out of the lazy bones did not only take effect on me but also to many of my classmates, too. How coincidental.

Queues of What Ifs

2011-07-13T08:38:00.000+08:00

What if life is perfect?

What if I am not as slow-poke as I am now? Maybe I might not experience running from the office to our Ecology classroom (which is just less than 35 meters apart) for my first subject in the morning. But come to think of it. Where's the fun in being so good a student? No tensions, no worries of coming in late. Sometimes, it's just good to be me.

What if all my crushes will also have a crush on me, too? Maybe that life would be so easy. I would like someone and I am already sure that he likes me too. Good thing that does not happen in the real world. Sometimes, it's just fun to watch another girl approach my crush and he'd smile dearly at her. Then, my friends would tell me, "She's the girl." Sometimes, it's just fun to draw a sad smiley on my own face.

What if everyone likes me as me? Maybe that's good. I'll be a friend to everyone. But everyone has his/her own nemesis. There are just people you might somehow not know who are already backstabbing you with criticisms that does not even define the real you. And you will never impress everyone. Knowing someone insecure about you is also good 'cause it boosts your ego and encourages you to improve yourself. Sometimes, it's just fun to meet your mutual nemesis along the way. It makes you smile and make your day.

What if I am not thin? (Just averagely fit) Maybe I'd be jumping for joy. Who wouldn't be happy? That was my greatest wish since I could remember. But there are just advantages for being thin. One is that you can make alibis to refuse a good offer of your friend who was requesting you to be the representative of your college for the Miss Nutrition. *lol* Moreover, you are always suspected to be a little girl when in public utility vehicles and so they prioritize you. And in climbing a flight of stairs, it would be easier to lift your feet and your body. Sometimes, oftentimes even, I am thankful, though thin, that I am healthy and happy.

Life is not perfect, and God knows why. I know why, too. HE is teaching us to be thankful and appreciative of the simple yet oftentimes unnoticed things in life.

We're Stronger Than You Think We Are

2011-07-13T05:55:00.000+08:00

Yes. I repeat. We are stronger (and better) than you think we are. You might be fond of making critiques in our paper but try critiquing yourself and your responsibilities as individuals? Let me see if you have had any useful accomplishments and contributions to the university yet.

Who are you by the way? You are just students like us, but the big difference is that you are completely ignorant of what we are doing. You are completely without any know-how of what a real publication is. You are completely incapable of doing what we are doing, and though you will say that we are incompetent, try to look at yourselves. Now tell me, who's more incompetent?

Making those silent "retributions" do not make us a little less of a publication. We are proud that we go out weekly. Can you do that? We interview the president and ask him confidential questions about issues in the university. This is for the sake of the students, for the sake of you. Now, can you do that?

We have been into these criticisms for the nth time already but we did not quit. It is not in our motto. We fight! We write! You only do fighting, but you do not know how to write. I mean, look at your posts in your freakin' ugly group online. Are you even aware that you are posting grammatically incorrect statements? Please assess yourselves before making any move to destroy the institution whose only aim is to help the students and give voice to the voiceless.

We admit we are not perfect, and we commit errors every time. But we learn. We are open-minded people. I think you must also do the same thing 'cause I think that is the one thing you haven't learned in your whole existence yet.

Rock-a-bye Baby

2011-07-12T22:28:00.000+08:00

It's all in the news -- from blogsites, to social networking sites, to the cellphones, and even up to the schools and universities. He is once again famous. He is once again the talk of the town.

Because of him, I was forced to jump out of bed this morning. Because of him, everyone in my family did the same and uttered personal silent prayers of safety. Because of him, who came back a couple of minutes later, I had an ultimate "dizzy" experience. Though my phone was filled with texts and general messages about him, I took it for granted because I do not have any load to reply them all.

On the later part of the afternoon, as our teacher was busy discussing a topic on Language Arts and I was about to fight my droopy eyes for the nth time, he came back, rocking us all like babies. Our teacher somehow reacted and almost lost balance. She then instructed to cover our heads with something hard. We were on the third floor that time and calmly went down the open court to join the rest of the pale-faced students who also had their share of the shock.

Introducing Mr. Earthquake. He is not new to our vocabularies, but a stranger to our town. Since my eighteen years of living like a child, it was my first time to experience three earthquakes for one day. What's more disturbing was the fact that it was not only felt by the Negrenses (people living in Negros Oriental) but also by other neighboring islands, with which has a stronger intensity than our place. It made me think how they're doing now.

God knows that this is happening. And I know that this is just one of the signs of times. Jesus is coming back soon. But I pray, dear Heavenly Father that this will not happen again. Amen.

Trick Master

2011-07-11T18:04:00.000+08:00

Okay, here are some tricks. Some might not be that tricky though.

Thank you so much. I was bored. :P

God's Timing is the Best Timing

2011-07-11T15:06:00.000+08:00

God reserved a seat for me. I was hoping to grab a comfortable seat last Friday when I was on my way to the bus terminal. Since the day after that is the start of a rather fast weekend, many students and workers would flock the terminal to make sure they could go home right in time for dinner. As I slowly made my way to the bus bound for Bayawan, I saw how loaded the air conditioned vehicle was. My feet was still numbing because of an undersized pair of high-heeled shoes and forcing myself to stand together with a couple of passengers would just add the pain.

From a distance, I saw a parked and unlit bus also bound for Bayawan. I quickly boarded the vehicle and looked for a seat. At the far end, I saw one beside a girl from my town. It was the last available seat before all the rest could sit in the extension or stand. My appreciation for God's perfect timing was incessant. I gave a smile to myself and uttered a prayer of thanksgiving and safety. You are the best LORD!

God reserved a V-hire for me. It is the first day of another tedious week. Every Monday, all Education students are required to attend the flag ceremony fifteen minutes before 7 a.m. What a perfect timing indeed because there was brownout in our small town again and I failed to wake up early. I usually prefer a Ceres bus over local jeepneys during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays because I would surely be late. This time however, there was still no bus passing by the area and as I glanced at my watch, it was already almost 6:15 a.m. and the school is an hour away from home. Oh holy munchies! Where is the Ceres bus when I need it the most?

Good thing a V-hire approached. It is faster than a Ceres bus but smaller and a little less comfortable. Thank God, though, since I was able to make it to attendance checking. I did not honestly make it to the flag ceremony but because of that considerate secretary of ours, I was present.

God made me see that book in our book shelf. Ever familiar of the book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Joshua Harris? It is a good book, and I have one. My father told me not to read it until I can have my boyfriend but I told him it does not need one to know its contents. I am now enjoying it, but I cannot relate to several situations regarding break-ups and "feelings that did not die out." Still, I know through that book that I did the right thing for waiting. I know that my future boyfriend/husband would be blessed enough to have me. He will have all of my heart, and not only pieces of it. (gi luod lagi ko nako :P hahaha)

Tips to be Good Looking

2011-07-11T13:34:00.000+08:00

Man has always been fond of making himself beautiful, even to the extent of spending too much of enough just to meet the standards of world beauty. But did you know that there is an alternative to making oneself good-looking without spending? Here are some helpful tips that might be useful. Read on.

1. For lovely eye.

Always look at the good side of other people. (Philippians 2:4)

2. For tender lips.

Speak only kind words towards others. (Colossians 4:6)

3. For a charming face.

Always smile with a happy heart. (Proverbs 15:13)

4. For graceful arms.

Reach out in compassion to those in need. (Romans 9:15)

5. For beautiful feet.

Always walk with God. (Genesis 6:9)

Be a GO[O]D-LOOKING person all the time.