Today, I...

...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

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.

 ...

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. ^_^

 ...

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

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

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?

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

Source

Orange Pulps and the Cold Hands

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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.