tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39745672027952081082024-03-19T04:16:29.467-07:00[HodgeBlogs]A heterogeneous mixture of everything.Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-50219424547214683672012-08-20T14:57:00.000-07:002012-08-20T15:06:13.615-07:00Derailed<div style="text-align: justify;">
My last post was dated January of 2011. So much time had passed. What I was experiencing then are just now a part of my memory. Those are moments that I visit sometimes in a little corner in my mind, wishing that somehow I could relive them even just for a day.</div>
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I was working for the reality show 'I Dare You' back then. I left the show. I left the network. I left a big part of my dreams. I closed the door to the dream I had for years. I realized that it was not really what I wanted. Or maybe that wasn't really my dream. It was just a part of a bigger dream that I still have but I had to 'detour' or probably take a different route to get there. I wanted to study. Again.</div>
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Then, I worked for a call center as a sales representative for a travel website. Daily, I received hotel reservations for foreign customers. It was both fun and exhausting. I kind of liked the mix of both until I decided to leave again. The hardest part of leaving was 'breaking up' with my closest friends there for quite some time. I derailed my own life once again.</div>
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Up until now, I haven't gotten a job yet. Like my previous job, it's both fun and exhausting. It's fun doing nothing, which can be exhausting at times. It's exhausting to be penniless, which can be fun at times. I spend time with my friends and they take care of me while I'm stuck thousands of miles below the poverty line. They make me feel I have the greatest friends in the world. I owe them so much that I want to work hard soon so I could show them how much I appreciate everything they have done for the past months.</div>
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Now, as I sit here in this dark room and convincing myself to get some sleep, I'm thinking of the next steps that I need to take to regain my old, hardworking self again. Though I'm more of a spontaneous person, I mentally plan everything that I do. Right now I'm planning to end this post but I don't know how or at which point should I stop.</div>
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I'll just hope and strive for the best and see. I'll also try to post something here again soon. Or you can also see me on Twitter most of the time. Follow me <a href="https://twitter.com/sonnyverse" target="_blank">here</a>. Thank you for your precious time.</div>
Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-73694255719050498512011-01-12T12:31:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:19:34.104-08:00Back From Nowhere<div style="text-align: justify;">Wow. It took 16 months before I finally got to visit this blog site once again. I don't know why I stopped posting or why I went back after months of being dormant. And I think nobody cares if I stuff this with my blogs or not. It was never a full-grown blog (like the ones you see all over the net) and I believe it would never be. It only serves as an outlet of my thoughts, rants, opinions or anything that I know nobody would spend time reading. It's pessimistic. Negative.<br /><br />16 months. So many things have changed since my last post. I was a student then, trying to figure out the direction of this life. Maybe I stopped posting because I was busy doing our thesis. It took a large portion of my life back then. It was successful at first but it didn't have that happy ending.<br /><br />I graduated. It was a dream come true. I studied hard for 16 years and I knew it made my parents happy. They were proud of me. And I didn't just study - I learned. I was not the good, smart, all-knowing and studious student sent from above. I was never a teacher's pet. I cut classes. I copied homeworks and exams. I scribbled on my paper during discussions. But I learned everything my way and I never regret. It was all part of the learning.<br /><br />Now, I'm putting to use all those learnings in my everyday life. I got my job a month before I graduated. I prayed for it and I got it. I'm now working for a big TV network where I know life will never be easy. It's a whole new world out here. I'm starting to live on my own as I try to be more independent from anyone's support. My job is a bit more demanding from the common jobs we know. I'm starting from scratch - learning the job, the company and its people. We're putting up a reality show but there's a bigger reality show happening in our everyday life.<br /><br />And that was a very brief rundown of what happened to me while I was away. Hehe. After a month and a week, I'll be 21. I don't know where this life leads. When I was a student, I was looking forward to my graduation. Now that I finished schooling, I'm actually clueless of what to expect or hope for. Every day becomes an ordeal. All I know is I have to be at my best, always. But I'll never stop learning. It's one of those small things I learned from schooling.<br /><br />:)<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-58771604624392271462009-09-17T08:25:00.000-07:002009-09-17T09:03:27.502-07:00Day 10: Every Drop Counts<span style="font-weight: bold;">09.11.09 (Friday)</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I was a bit excited when I went to the station that morning. Ma'am Nene told Pat (new intern) and I two days before that we had to join them for a 'stick-on' event at Shell Magallanes. It was a partnership between <span style="font-style: italic;">Shell</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Mellow</span>. As soon as I hit the station, I grabbed CDs from the shelf and started typing them one by one.<br /><br />I also learned that DJ Ingrid wasn't coming and DJ Angel would be in charge of the A<span style="font-style: italic;">fternoon Cruise</span>. But unfortunately, she would do that alone since Pat and I were leaving, and Mr. V would also leave early for his birthday party the next day. It was 2 in the afternoon when we were called by Ma'am Mavic.<br /><br />We went to the office and we were asked to prepare the IDs. But we had to leave as soon as possible so we had to finish that in the van. And so we took EDSA which was a little traffic then. We arrived at Shell Magallanes early for the event that was supposed to happen by 4 p.m. so we just prepared everything - the table, tarpaulins, stickers, and some chips.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxAxAeTaHYhgKhWbm-AowBawHQOBrUUr1DO6_aIG9PIrnB14V7DjqLwG8BCBZrDSYa1PvJknAMbAsOrfUKb5kuOGX3N_z01LIKwIoS6RmrP0zvnaWvd3XffpGO1qCc-yBBRiDfWW-hvc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxAxAeTaHYhgKhWbm-AowBawHQOBrUUr1DO6_aIG9PIrnB14V7DjqLwG8BCBZrDSYa1PvJknAMbAsOrfUKb5kuOGX3N_z01LIKwIoS6RmrP0zvnaWvd3XffpGO1qCc-yBBRiDfWW-hvc/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382466689882257522" border="0" /></a><br />When we started, Ma'am Mavic was the one asking the drivers if we could post <span style="font-style: italic;">Mellow</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Shell 'Every Drop Counts'</span> stickers at their rear window of their car. If in case they would be spotted by radio DJs and reporters with that sticker on their car, they'd get P800 on the spot. But Pat, Carlo (one of SOJs), and I had to form a team of our own and did things on ourselves. Some agreed but there were also those who didn't care at all. It was challenging to put stickers on wet windows (because it was raining then) but we still did great. We stopped by 7 p.m. and went to a fast food chain to eat and then went back to the station.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJQI3VkEPyn4sb4YLI545S_7F_mTuKW87c96UGjYd1FS_Cw_aMLUNXnKuh5Ds0P5wHZfwR7Sv3oJ0B3d-RdEsb12CAT4NGPCeWtFQ5Hsbw8WQ6bbjeyk2VdLhYqfWwdtgbuMT9DsKXZs/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJQI3VkEPyn4sb4YLI545S_7F_mTuKW87c96UGjYd1FS_Cw_aMLUNXnKuh5Ds0P5wHZfwR7Sv3oJ0B3d-RdEsb12CAT4NGPCeWtFQ5Hsbw8WQ6bbjeyk2VdLhYqfWwdtgbuMT9DsKXZs/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382467198271046450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-65800886381938738012009-09-11T08:24:00.000-07:002009-09-11T08:35:53.677-07:00Day 9: Thirty Thursday Again<span style="font-weight: bold;">09.10.09 (Thursday)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">DJ Ingrid was not able to make it to her program <span style="font-style: italic;">Afternoon Cruise</span> today so Ms. Chloe came early to fill for her. I got to read some of the messages on the textline and they were surprised to hear Ms. Chloe as early as 2 p.m. And also did the news for <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span> before the program started. When Sir Chris came and asked me about it, I proudly told him I was done with that. Jensen, the other intern, came but left early so I was the only intern for C&C.<br /><br />When the program started, Ms. Chloe asked me to sit by the phone so I could answer the calls and take the requests for the <span style="font-style: italic;">30 Thursday</span>. I went to the other computer between the two DJs and did what Ms. Chloe told me. It was my first time to answer the phone in the station. And everything went well. The thirty songs request were even finished by 7:30 p.m. Before I left, Sir Chris asked me to eat longganisa sent by some listeners of Mellow who happened to be selling that product.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-20495199185055074672009-09-11T08:05:00.000-07:002009-09-11T08:21:02.640-07:00Day 8: CDs Galore<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">09.09.09 (Wednesday)</span><br /><br />Lots of 9's today and the rain was still busy invading the whole Metro Manila area. I arrived at the booth soaking wet though I had my umbrella. When I sat on the couch, Mr. Tzing asked me to type the CDs on a big shelf behind the DJ's seats. He asked me to start at Selection 29 and continue until the very end of the shelf. I guess there were hundreds of CDs on that shelf. And so I started. The songs were mostly from 70's and 80's. I typed for 4 hours and finished 20 CDs (I know I was working too slow, hehe).<br /><br />I stopped by 3 p.m. so I could prepare for the <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span>. A new intern also came. Kjwan went to the booth to sing acoustic versions of their songs. Their lead vocalist, Marc Abaya, came late because of the traffic but he still managed to sing some songs. DJ Ingrid also asked me to find a news for her. And so I did a national news -- about Ninoy Aquino. I also e-mailed Mr. Tzing the list of songs I encoded.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-65648485552158756402009-09-11T06:54:00.000-07:002009-09-11T07:59:22.159-07:00Day 7: Kimmy Dora Day<span style="font-weight: bold;">09.07.09 (Monday)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a normal day. A bit gloomy since the weather was not that good. I could see from the windows of the booth the dark clouds covering the skies. The rain poured the entire day and it added to the coldness of the booth. Good thing Mr. V, DJ Angel, and I didn't forget to bring jackets that time.<br /><br />After I had my lunch at a not-so-distant place from Paragon Plaza, I went back to the booth hurriedly because the rain might fell harder. Few minutes and Eugene Domingo came. We were so happy to see her personally inside the booth. She dropped by to thank those who watched her movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy Dora</span> and to encourage more people to watch as well. She was so funny and friendly and we really enjoyed the short time she visited us in Mellow. A lot of people there also went to the booth to take pictures with her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiBpfFkCAKa6T31XrdM-YpbTvlkkYxC9km4kSXBC5yVTkZdRmfH44VBpfDv8BLaFnyK6t8a6Mm1tjDknBE33jYn_GECRhdzf3vevHRjmsNDCHhEabxPMTPCghD3ZQCL4Hc68W6b5DooI/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiBpfFkCAKa6T31XrdM-YpbTvlkkYxC9km4kSXBC5yVTkZdRmfH44VBpfDv8BLaFnyK6t8a6Mm1tjDknBE33jYn_GECRhdzf3vevHRjmsNDCHhEabxPMTPCghD3ZQCL4Hc68W6b5DooI/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380222844152385746" border="0" /></a><br />When Eugene Domingo left, I immediately turned to the computer and made the news for <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span> early because I would be leaving the station by 4 p.m. I texted Ms. Chloe and she allowed me to leave as early as 4. I finished all the news and sent it to <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C</span>'s e-mail address.<br /><br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-41455635182648300312009-09-04T07:46:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:10:55.220-07:00Day 6: Charm Is In<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">09.04.09 (Friday)</span><br /><br />At last, Friday came fast and I could smell some rest at the end of the day. It was a rainy morning but the weather didn't stop me from going to the station. And because it was the first Friday of the month, there were foods inside the office. Mr. V and DJ Angel asked us to go and get our lunch.<br /><br />DJ Ingrid was absent so DJ Indi filled for her on the <span style="font-style: italic;">Afternoon Cruise</span>. It was the first time I 'heard' Ms. Indi go on-air on a daytime because she's from <span style="font-style: italic;">Mellow Nights</span> with Marco. After that, C&C Music Factory immediately followed. I was a bit surprised when Charm (my classmate) tapped my back though I was really expecting her to come that afternoon. Mo and Charm would be having a short training for their boardwork the next day since they're part of the School of Jocks Batch 3. They had to have a connection as partners and Sir Chris told them the do's and don't's. In order to learn something that day, I also listened and absorbed the things Sir Chris told them. I was also impressed the way Charm talked and delivered news on-air. The boss even told Ms. Chloe that Mo and Charm sounds good together. Charm really deserves to be a part of the School of Jocks.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-68850973549599246032009-09-04T07:16:00.000-07:002009-09-04T07:42:50.856-07:00Day 5: Thirty Thursday<span style="font-weight: bold;">O9.03.09 (Thursday)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">DJ Angel was talking about how to turn down a job offer after accepting it. A lot of responses from the listeners came in - through y.m., facebook and textline. It was good to know that a lot of people were tuned in to listen to <span style="font-style: italic;">Office Radio</span> and I know DJ Angel felt the same as she continued with the discussion. Then, DJ Ingrid joined the program. She was happy because Jensen was around again. She used to tickle Jensen and while doing that, she would make sure that a camera was around to take pictures or even videos of that.<br /><br />Before the <span style="font-style: italic;">Afternoon Cruise</span> ended up, I managed to collect four news stories for <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span>. So when Sir Chris came in and asked me if I already got news for the program , I proudly said yes. I got to accomplish everything before the program started. I also felt fulfilled that those four I prepared were all approved by Ms. Chloe and used as <span style="font-style: italic;">Scoop of the Hour</span>. And since it was Thursday, they took thirty song requests for the program.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-81215911772939294532009-09-04T06:43:00.000-07:002009-09-04T07:12:45.648-07:00Day 4: Guests, guests, guests...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">09.02.09 (Wednesday)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I came in the station few minutes after the <span style="font-style: italic;">Office Radio</span> started with Mr. V and DJ Angel. As soon as I got there, Mr. Tzing asked me to encode the information on the CDs at a rack inside the booth and send it to his e-mail. I was excited to do the task because for the first time, I would be doing something different. So I enthusiastically opened my e-mail account and got a handful batch of CDs on my hands. And so I typed and typed and typed. Artist then song title then artist then song title. In five short minutes, I completed the task. I successfully sent it to his e-mail address and again, I was left with nothing to do. I was craving for more since I hadn't warmed up even a bit yet.<br /><br />I heard there would be a guest, and she's a harpist. Mo and I googled her name the day before so we had an idea of what she was going to do. Noelle Cassandra then arrived just in time for Afternoon Cruise with DJ Ingrid. She tuned her harp up and after few minutes, she's ready to hit it.<br /><br />She started singing and we were all amazed. It was my first time to see a real harpist perform and it was also live right in front of me. DJ Ingrid even sang <span style="font-style: italic;">Part Of Your World</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Run Away</span> with her. After that, another guests came in for <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory </span>but this time they're colorful. They were the group <span style="font-style: italic;">High 5</span> from the Nickelodeon TV show. So they promoted they shows here in Manila and gave a little sample of their songs.<br /><br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-14751880748275668552009-09-02T08:38:00.000-07:002009-09-02T08:55:07.988-07:00Day 3: The Final Destination 4<span style="font-weight: bold;">09.01.09 (Tuesday)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The day started out as a normal day. It was 10:25 a.m. so as usual, Mr. V. and DJ Angel were already there for their program. When I got there, DJ Angel asked me if I want to join the advance screening of The Final Destination later that night in SM Megamall. I told her Ms. Chloe asked me the same question the day before and I said yes. And so I just bought Kopiko for her from the convenience store and a lunch for me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />When Ms. Chloe came, she asked me if I already talked to Ma'am Nene about the screening that night because they needed someone to help them. As a newbie, I hadn't met the other people there. Ms. Chloe introduced me to the them and they asked me to wait because we would be leaving any moment. I waited until Sir Glen called me. I brought a box of freebies from Dimetapp to be given away in the screening. When we got to Megamall, we started setting up the tarpaulins of Mellow and Clear. We also managed the seat reservations for the guests and we waited until 7:30 p.m. for the show to start.<br /><br />When the program started, they asked me to hand the gift packs to the raffle winners. I was standing in front of the crowd with the hosts (Ms. Chloe and Sir Chris). Then the movie started and as soon as it finished, we went home.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-20020010229029478432009-09-02T08:10:00.000-07:002009-09-02T08:33:40.848-07:00Day 2: The Holiday<span style="font-weight: bold;">08.31.09 (Monday)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>It was National Heroes Day. Though it was obviously a regular non-working holiday, I still got up and prepared for another day at the station. I arrived 10:18 a.m. in time for the <span style="font-style: italic;">Office Radio</span>. Another intern, Mo, was already there and he was on-air with DJ Angel. They felt it was holiday because only few were responding about the topic.<br /><br />DJ Ingrid was absent so the <span style="font-style: italic;">Afternoon Cruise</span> used some recordings of her voice. We were left with nothing to do - Mr. V., Mo, and I. Until Ms. Chloe and Sir Chris came for the <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span>. I started my job so I went to entertainment sites on the web. I found Contact Music and ET Online very useful sites. Since I was just starting my internship, I didn't know which news or news topics they had used so I had to find more recent ones. Ms. Chloe even asked me to add more details to a news and I easily finished it. <span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span> ended quite late so they extended up to the first few minutes of <span style="font-style: italic;">Mellow Nights</span>.<br /><br />I left the station by 8:21 p.m.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-83214058130910238232009-08-30T04:44:00.000-07:002009-09-02T08:35:35.895-07:00Day 1: First Day High<span style="font-weight: bold;">FOREWORD</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After almost 3 long months of waiting for a radio station to accommodate me, I finally started my internship at <span style="font-style: italic;">Mellow 94.7</span>. Before anything else, I would like to thank Darilyn for making me their 'replacement' in the station since they had just completed 150 hours in Mellow. I passed copies of my resume to Jam, Wave, Magic, Yes, RT, NU, and RX, but none of them cared. And this really makes me excited to start my 150 hours. As a requirement, I will be regularly posting blogs about my everyday life in Mellow 94.7.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">08.27.09 (Thursday)</span><br /><br />I woke up early for my first day. I had to go to school first so I hurried to avoid being late and arrived at the station by 10:25 a.m. I actually didn't know what preparations to do. I have to know where the restroom is, where to buy food, if am I allowed to eat inside the booth, and the likes. But the more serious questions I had to face were how will the people there accommodate my presence, how will I work or what will they ask me to do, etc.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkkngtCg_uKdTHW_z-cv4PKTkhHRJrfGH4aH9BusthmuVNv1mdrhii4Bo3jy2QeaLxCeLFZ-L75T0Ddk9PwzCQ7pmb6JrSsadzGirzk8WR7t4FcsYaBZueXzhenTO2k9CKhm0SGCqUNE/s1600-h/mellow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkkngtCg_uKdTHW_z-cv4PKTkhHRJrfGH4aH9BusthmuVNv1mdrhii4Bo3jy2QeaLxCeLFZ-L75T0Ddk9PwzCQ7pmb6JrSsadzGirzk8WR7t4FcsYaBZueXzhenTO2k9CKhm0SGCqUNE/s200/mellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375741739531831602" border="0" /></a><br />When I passed my requirements the day before, Ms. Chloe (one of the DJs) told Dah to teach me about the logging in process and the things they do inside the booth. So before I got there, I had enough idea about the things I would do in the station. I entered the booth in a hurry, wrote my name and the time on the log book and went straight to the booth. I saw Ms. Angel (also one of the DJs) and told her that I was the new intern. It was her program "<span style="font-style: italic;">Office Radio</span>". I won't forget the things she said to me - "Sit back, relax, and do nothing" - followed by a little laugh. So I smiled and sat down.<br /><br />For 2 hours, I sat there waiting for tasks or errands or anything to keep me doing something. Then, Ms. Angel asked me to sit beside her and use the other computer to entertain myself. Then Ms. Ingrid (another DJ) came. I went down to the ground floor to buy food for myself and a snack for Ms. Angel. Some interns of the station also arrived and I noticed they were super close with the people there. As a newbie, I just kept my mouth shut most of the time. Shortly, a staff of Mellow went in to assemble some equipment because a band would be there to perform for the program "<span style="font-style: italic;">Afternoon Cruise</span>".<br /><br />After that, Ms. Chloe and Sir Chris came for their program "<span style="font-style: italic;">C&C Music Factory</span>". It was Thirty Songs on a Thursday. I sat down in front of the computer beside Ms. Chloe. She asked me to find entertainment news on the internet for the Scoop of the Hour. I found three news about a new vampire movie, Chris Brown, and Nick Jonas. Of course, Ms. Chloe read them on air.<br /><br />And I stayed at the station until 8:29 p.m. - scraping 10 hours off the required 150 hours of internship. Generally, it was a good day for me. I appreciate those small things they asked me to do and I would love to do those things again for my next days there.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-17466622881588289722009-06-27T06:34:00.000-07:002009-06-27T07:37:59.115-07:00Post Summer<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm back from the grave of the summer and here I am starting my last year in college. The summer ended very well for me. I got enough tambay moments with some friends. I also had a chance to be a staff of an event by the Department of Education which is, of course, through Teatro Komunikado.<br /><br />Speaking of Teatro Komunikado, I also had my comeback as the organization's Secretary General. And now, we are doing our very best to put things into its best order. July is fast approaching and we are managing the college's major events, as usual. Lots of performances and productions rushing in.<br /><br />I haven't blogged for quite a while and there are billions of thoughts remained unspoken inside that tiny room. My last blog about the environment received negative reactions from my fans (hahaha, peace!) and I don't want to disappoint them anymore. But I also want to comment on things like that. As I said, I never wanted to sound so righteous but there's nothing really wrong with that blog. I think it's worse to be so indifferent about things needing just a piece of your attention.<br /><br />Whatever it is that you wish to write about, put it to words. Whether you are good or not-so-good in words doesn't matter. I never really thought of who cares about the things I put in my blogs. My friends maybe. But I never thought my writings would ever consume much of their time. I also believe that only few people cares to read these things. That is also the way I think of myself. Many people could have known me through my name or my face. I have a lot of friends and we exchange text messages or hello's everytime we meet. But who among them really wanted to take much from their time just to know me?<br /><br />I really appreciate those people who tell me how much I mean to them or how much they care for me. Those are the people who made it to my innermost core. That core never closed for anyone. And I hope I never made anyone feel I closed it from them. If you made me feel important, I also feel the same for you. Though not so blatantly shown. But if I am just an ordinary creature for you, I just reflect.<br /><br />Most of the times I prefer to be nobody. I never wanted to be in the limelight or in the spotlight. I feel so conscious about the eyes looking at me. I am not a showbiz person. I never wished to be famous or the talk-of-the-town (lol, just a thought). But that nobody wants to feel blessed through the people around him, wishing that these people also feel the same way for him. And that's the way I like it - forever.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-58966777980461206362009-04-23T03:23:00.000-07:002009-04-23T04:35:27.269-07:00Thy Earth Dies<div style="text-align: justify;">It was Earth Day yesterday. As expected, it rained hard enough to flood some places in the Metro. I was even a victim of this rain because I was on my way home from my one and only summer class. Yes. Earth Day. April 22. The whole Filipino nation prepared for a sizzling April but the weather acted as if it was July or August.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I'll try to sound like an advocate this time. Even just for once. I just don't feel comfortable as long as these environmental issues are around. As a certified potato cou<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocEjW86IkidQnrJgDRYRZPEJSTOQ6DO_yvNTQEYEkJmMGcx7rqXBFR9j2IDEBFmKe6e_qraqKq15iUBMUbX9khax7QFQZ4dapp7mjY-05jYtjODFCVMbRnq-Raoy6PODqNEVdNnw3q4k/s1600-h/2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocEjW86IkidQnrJgDRYRZPEJSTOQ6DO_yvNTQEYEkJmMGcx7rqXBFR9j2IDEBFmKe6e_qraqKq15iUBMUbX9khax7QFQZ4dapp7mjY-05jYtjODFCVMbRnq-Raoy6PODqNEVdNnw3q4k/s320/2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327845116969415506" border="0" /></a>ch of Summer '09, I heard from TV and radio that this could be an effect of the climate change brought forth by the global warming. Who knows? There's a big possibility that it really has something to do with that. Prior to my decision of putting my opinion here on this site, I also tried to learn about the nature and how everything is related with one another. And I can say that this could be a glimpse of a bigger problem. A deluge, so to speak.<br /><br />I even constantly see ads on television about protecting Mother Earth, saving Ilog Pasig, and the likes. It's good to know that environmental awareness is fast growing but it just doesn't seem enough to do what we have to do. There are billions of people in this world who are responsible of saving the Earth. We are living on the same Earth and no one is exempted from doing his/her responsibility.<br /><br />Here in the Philippines, the government has a big a part on this. Many say that we have wonderful gif<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_AUl-gdrUxVtGpsMrD7Wx8KmhcWgW5Nn2D9egG9yp1FLqqf399IksiEpnUAooEjNh7RsG8ViQqgQ-bvjAdWoOB95ghcMNm9HcGzvFdFqj6RIbj3XchvEQCE396Arufa65oMHRzbY0qQ/s1600-h/1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_AUl-gdrUxVtGpsMrD7Wx8KmhcWgW5Nn2D9egG9yp1FLqqf399IksiEpnUAooEjNh7RsG8ViQqgQ-bvjAdWoOB95ghcMNm9HcGzvFdFqj6RIbj3XchvEQCE396Arufa65oMHRzbY0qQ/s320/1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327840663894117986" border="0" /></a>ts from the nature. But no one seemed to care. We kept on doing what we want overlooking where we all started and where the future will bring us. The Pasig River is a good example. In the past, it was the root of many Filipino civilizations. Our ancestors greatly relied their everyday lives to the Pasig River. But now, nobody cares if the Pasig River exist or not. All they want is to have somewhere to throw their craps at. If the government will only mandate to avoid polluting the river and come up with new ways to dispose their wastes off, it could help big time. After all, laws are not implemented properly.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The struggle to save the global environment is in one way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> much more difficult than the struggle to vanquish Hitler,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> for this time the war is with ourselves.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We are the enemy, just as we have only ourselves as allies.</span>"<br /> ~ Al Gore ~<br /><br /></div>But this problem can be accounted to everyone. What is happening right now is a tap on our shoulders. We have been so busy that we are forgetting the smallest yet the most important things of this world. It is everyone's battle now. It is our prime duty and responsibility to repay the kind of nurture our nature is giving us. So please, do your part before it's too late.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-48362383530280089932009-04-20T03:19:00.000-07:002009-04-20T04:15:44.709-07:00My Summer 2009<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes. It's a scorching hot summer. It's not a typical Philippine summer for me because of the extreme heat. I started wondering if it has any connection with the global warming (that I hope not). And just a couple of days ago, rains started to pour. It was a humungous 'yehey' for me since I'm gravely affected and constantly complaining about the extreme heat.<br /><br />Summer has always been a jurassic period for me. Living these two months without doing anything is an everyday nightmare. I hate that lifestyle. Hehe. But seriously, I can't stand just idling around the house. I want to go out. I want to be a lot more productive since I'm away from school. But I always end up sleeping, watching TV and movies, eating, and then back to sleep again. I even limited the use of electricity at home to conserve energy (and money too! hehe). Every hour is Earth hour. So less DVDs this time.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, I am currently having a summer class for Politics and Governance. It's a super early class and I'm doing my best for this sole subject I have at the moment. After 10:30 am, I have nothing to do anymore so I tried to find a job with my friends. Unfortunately, our magellanish expeditions didn't result to anything favorable. Some sort of cosmic forces succeeded in making this summer a 'house-school-house' summer for me.<br /><br />I just spend my time at home with the usual routines. I envy those who already went to the beach because it's been years since I've been on one. I want to travel. I want to go to Baguio again. I want to eat a lot of ice creams.<br /><br />Well, summer has nothing to do with those things but, doing nothing makes me realize that there are gazillions of things I wanted to do this summer and I don't know how. Maybe I can start when I already have a job. So I am greatly looking forward to my last year in college. Yes! You read it right! I'm already a 4th year student this coming school year! Yeah!<br /><br />That's my summer as of this time. And I hope to fulfill any of my desires before this summer ends.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-39707043704646811152009-03-05T02:32:00.000-08:002009-05-17T04:51:28.810-07:00A Year Older<div style="text-align: justify;">Just a few weeks ago, I had again my most favorite day of the year. Of course, I have to love it (though I really do) because it reminds me that I'm still alive despite my stressful lifestyle every February. It also reminds me of growing up, figuratively. As expected, a nineteen-year-old person shouldn't act like an eighteen. So, just a thought, there must be a little difference.<br /><br />Maturity comes out naturally. But it isn't an excuse of not thinking how you act with different people, adjusting how attached you are with them, or how you value them. There was really more to think about and I spent my birthday thinking about those things.<br /><br />I started that day with my groupmates, u22 (Dah, RJ, Ruel, Kael, and Lady plus Jonath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8mta2_s8CWe5vsd2HPAhlU3h0RBr7UcK8pmoH79Si0Y9phjonIktrPEuO5xKl8gAGsRvIKUI71m-POPRitIt3vUiW1ZM8h_o7s6EPaUdqfNmGF_XpzV69jvKtZn5ofaALRMI2mSiyZw/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8mta2_s8CWe5vsd2HPAhlU3h0RBr7UcK8pmoH79Si0Y9phjonIktrPEuO5xKl8gAGsRvIKUI71m-POPRitIt3vUiW1ZM8h_o7s6EPaUdqfNmGF_XpzV69jvKtZn5ofaALRMI2mSiyZw/s200/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326714434288541010" border="0" /></a>an). We were shooting our movie trailer for Film Writing and Production and we haven't gone home for a couple of days that time. We had a little celebration since Dah, who was also celebrating her birthday, surprised me. They set the camera and turned the lights off. Then a cake with two tagpi-piso candles on it came out of the dark accompanied by the ever-famous/immortal Happy Birthday song. I was really surprised and I appreciated the effort of having a simple celebration that time.<br /><br />We continued shooting for the trailer and we slept before sunrise. We woke up early to make it to our 9:00 am class which is Principles of Children's ETV Programming. And the rest was just an ordinary routine of my ordinary day, except for greetings from a lot of friends and acquaintances. But before the day ended, I went home to see my family.<br /><br />After all those things, it was a very special day for me. I appreciated every little part of that day and every single person who completed my 19th birthday with me. Thanks guys!<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-49933558632754324472009-01-21T05:04:00.000-08:002009-01-21T06:10:55.839-08:00Superman and Utopia<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, the year did start well for me though commitments kept rushing in and I have to focus on them one by one. I have to manage things well and I really feel the need to have a couple of rest right at this very moment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Le Vogue '09.</span> Our section is busy preparing for a fashion show and festival dance contest for one of our subject, International/Intercultural Communication. Time and efforts have to be made and creativity is in demand right now. Of course, the goal is to win.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thesis.</span> We are very eager to accomplish every chapter of our thesis. It gives us the feeling that we are near the finish line of this studying stuff. Sleepovers, meetings, consultations, research, trip to the libraries, and more. It is also satisfying to know that our group is leading to the right path (as of this time). Funny to realize years ago, we were just busy coloring pictures on our books and now, we are studying how universities promote culture and arts. Good luck u22!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6csmJ6ED_dgBYF2N7CW9PZL8qPh0T2HJ-2rGPC2OMyDRKDjPbAJdzj9YtTyYBhOEmyAVVCumX3ltYs_me7JzrRWw8S-C-ALB1B3fS9_FuxCAITHD2fJ9P_5-cFjhjbJKnGvAkIAQx6E/s1600-h/1_346545459l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6csmJ6ED_dgBYF2N7CW9PZL8qPh0T2HJ-2rGPC2OMyDRKDjPbAJdzj9YtTyYBhOEmyAVVCumX3ltYs_me7JzrRWw8S-C-ALB1B3fS9_FuxCAITHD2fJ9P_5-cFjhjbJKnGvAkIAQx6E/s200/1_346545459l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293739742440866226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Major Production</span>. It's January and as expected, I'm back to Teatro Komunikado. And as a welcome, I was assigned to be the Production Manager of this year's major play production. I haven't started anything yet so I have to work as soon as possible.<br /><br />This is my life for January. Trying to fit these things in, not mentioning the death-defying requirements and exams for every subject. I know this will all bring new experiences to me as I start living this new year.<br /><br />Now, for myself. Accomplishing all of these would mean so much. I know I am Superman. Multitasking is my hobby. Doing what seems to be incredible is my passion and I was raised that way (really? haha). But I know there are limits to what I can do.<br /><br />There is no real Superman. Everybody wishes to be Superman but it is just a part of every human's utopic dream. There are things which you wish you could do effortlessly without squeezing your heart and brain out. There are things that you kept on trying to do but eventually, you'll realize that you are facing the Great Wall of China. Really impossible to get over with. You're really tired of being just an ordinary being so you wish to be a unique one. You want to do things right away but you know it would take you so much time and every second is causing you so much burden. All you can do is to withstand all the pressure and everything that comes with it.<br /><br />But, being Superman does not equate to being a perfect person. It is a mere metaphor to what every individual wishes for themselves.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-81332969327435070962008-12-10T06:30:00.000-08:002009-01-02T01:50:23.759-08:00Aftermath: Changes<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes... Changes always happen. They're just around the corners. They're the most natural way to sustain everything in this world. It's been almost a month and I've experienced a change in everything - from my routines up to my tiniest thoughts even before I sleep.<br /><br />I was never afraid of changes. I know what I have right now are still gonna change. I don't know what to point in this blog but I just simply want to write about changes since I've been through a lot of that just recently.<br /><br />Friends. I got new friends and I used to be with them more often. I love their company and it seems that we're into something good. It's like an underground society. (Haha. No. It's not what you're thinking.) It just feels good to have them and know who's gonna catch your next fall.<br /><br />Me. It's still me - the same old me. But somehow, something has changed. Maybe, everything is working its way for the better. I will never regret changing. But still, I will miss the way it used to be. I can never measure how much I've grown but through these, I know now how much I learned.<br /><br />Now, I have more plans for everything:<br /><br />*study even harder<br />*read more books<br />*bond more with friends<br />*bond even more with my family<br />*what else?<br /><br />I actually want more things this Christmas. Not literally things. And I want to pull them closer.<br /><br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-27594370896932809622008-11-13T23:04:00.000-08:002008-11-13T23:47:08.525-08:00Crossroads<div style="text-align: justify;">After almost a week, after the verdict had taken its effect, I'm finally used to live an ordinary student life. Less thoughts, less works. I have been thinking that maybe God gave me this opportunity to regain myself back. To reflect on things I have been doing for almost two years and a half.<br /><br />Initially, I joined Teatro Komunikado half-heartedly. I thought of myself as a person who has no talent. I thought I could entertain other people but not on stage. But after that audition, I became a part of the group's fifth batch. I guess I fell in love with group. I love doing those things. Since then, I became an artist.<br /><br />We started as 'apprentices'. We had a semester to prove that we were worth to be a member of the group. Months later, I became a member. By the end of the year, I became a Board Member. It was really a tough way to be in that position. Because I realized that being a member of the group isn't really easy.<br /><br />Sacrifices. I made much of that for the group. But I don't mind that since this is what I love doing. I'm proud to say I could cope with the classes though I had to be absent at times. I learned a lot, I experienced doing many things. I owe them all from TK.<br /><br />Last March, I became the Secretary General of Teatro Komunikado. Quite a big responsibility. I didn't know where to start my two-year term. Even the whole Executive Board had a really hard time figuring out the same thing. Teatro Kom is a big organization. It has a lot of activities, commitments, and we had to maintain the image that the previous officers left. Meaning, extra efforts and extra time. We didn't mind that. We enjoyed every moment.<br /><br />An now, I made my mistake. It was my turn to do bad for the group. One single mistake and I lost it all. I built my dream sand castle but I accidentally broke it. I'm really sorry - for the group and for myself. I lost track of fulfilling my very own responsibilities so I have to take some rest for the next two months. I understand why I have to be given with such sanction/s. But I hope I would understand the consequences of that sanction months after.<br /><br />I don't know what the next two months will give me. I still have no definite plan whether to go back or just support them from afar. I love the group, undoubtedly. I think I have nothing to prove about that. But maybe it's time to love myself and just be where I am right now. The incident really taught me a lot and made me realize many things.<br /><br />As to my final decision, I can't really tell by now... But I'll always be around.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-34103755486668261732008-10-30T23:40:00.000-07:002008-11-07T18:46:36.747-08:00Fresh Burst!<div align="justify">I guess it really has to be this way. Life is working its best to teach me with all I need. It's all starting. My mind is full of different thoughts. They're battling. Good or bad? Right or wrong? Now or never? Whew! I want to stay away from those things. I'm trying to divert my attentions with all the possible things I could use.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Number One<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I never thought it's my fault. Of course, it's not your fault, too. I never wanted it this way. At first, it was nothing to me. I already passed through that before but nothing really mattered to me. If you choose to stay away, it's your choice. If that's the only way I could help you to ease everything up. Just don't make me feel I'm responsible for you. As what I've said, nobody wanted this.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Number Two</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm sorry if I caused a lot of trouble to the group. I was barely aware that my simple friendship with her would still be an issue after a long time. Is it my fault that I felt so comfortable to her? She taught me everything about the group. Initially, I learned to love the group because of her. And I know I made all the responsibilities I have despite of everything so I guess you shall not blame anyone for what happened.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Number Three</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">At last! Now, I understand. I have to because it is the truth. I don't know what to feel. I won't say or do anything because you already did it for me. Thanks. But, still, I won't stop here. I just understand but it doesn't mean it's easy.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Maybe I'll just stay here in this way. I'll just hold these things with me and look at them, thinking someday I will let those things fly away exactly the way I want them right now. I have dreams. I'm thinking positive. It's not yet the right time. I feel it. I don't know how to say it but I really feel it. I want those dreams to come true and I don't know how will I feel when that time comes. I'm not really good in words so I can't put all of them here.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">But, I understand. Those dreams may come but in a different 'version'. It's like a story with different characters. I'll just continue making stories in my mind and feel every details of it. That would be the case from now on. Still, it's really hard for me. Lots of thanks. I'll just feel it until it's gone.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><em>"You'll never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have."</em></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm not absolutely satisfied with what I put in here. I don't know how to put down in words everything I feel. But please, I'm not accepting any questions about this. Thank you.</div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-3160657865049315662008-10-19T05:50:00.001-07:002008-10-19T05:59:14.087-07:00A Friendster Survey<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Q: A special friend whose name starts with 'S'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: sonny... hehe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: 6th person on your featured friends?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: my sister anne</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What did your last message say?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: can't remember</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: How many times has your profilebeen viewed?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: 70 since oct. 1</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What's your shout out?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: "...never knew where this would lead."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Current mood</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: normal. =)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What did you do last night?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: watched DVD, text</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What's the word you say a lot?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: i dunno</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What is the last thing you drank?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: water<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What was the first thing you said to someone this mOrning and who was it?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: kasi naman eh! (i caught my sister using my phone. haha)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Do you watch TV?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: of course</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: What should you be doing right now?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: pending class requirements<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Do you believe in love at firstsight?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: no</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Are you a heavy sleeper?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: yeah! but i can't do that much.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Last time you used a skateboard?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: when i was a kid<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: eagle eye</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Whats your favorite form of travel?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: any form</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Next place you'll go?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: school</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Next movie you want to see:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: the strangers<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: car you want to have?:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: a blue picanto, jazz, or any of the likes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Next time you're going out?:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: no plans</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Next thing you're going to savemoney for:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: i dunno</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Next time that you will drink alcohol:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: anytime soon. hehe</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Q: Next place you'll take vacation:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A: i don't think i can have that again.</span><br /><br /></span>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-51845590826534850752008-10-15T05:39:00.000-07:002008-10-19T05:34:24.514-07:00To: Tsubibo Uno<div style="text-align: justify;">Tsubibo Uno.<br />BBrC 3-1D.<br /><br />It was June 2006 when I first met them. I can still remember that day as if it's just yesterday. We were all young. We didn't know what to anticipate in entering a whole new world while putting our education on its final stage.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmFpOgiwWyShYxb0An2lYeRjTa5oDoCsD-Vb9Fi1YvhjainQvIWi39x_Uqdrl_toTW320Nn83E5uJEbdu-XMe2ZqHnEeRzq1OCIHGPa2mP-Jsh1kSEfDoiM6qrPOGrcOOIXN7hPjK7D0/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmFpOgiwWyShYxb0An2lYeRjTa5oDoCsD-Vb9Fi1YvhjainQvIWi39x_Uqdrl_toTW320Nn83E5uJEbdu-XMe2ZqHnEeRzq1OCIHGPa2mP-Jsh1kSEfDoiM6qrPOGrcOOIXN7hPjK7D0/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257372768306060802" border="0" /></a>People say that our section is the cream of the crop. We have to be. We have to do our best and prove everybody our worth while being pressured by the expectations of the college. But, I guess the pressure is too strong that it divided the whole group into pieces...<br /><br />It's all about social science. Being in the society is definitely crucial since it involves individuals sharing different personalities. After three years, we finished exploring each identities. Several groups were built, dismantled, then another formed.<br /><br />As a member and the Public Relations Officer of the class (that I think I never was), it really alarmed me when I realized that everything has worsened. I don't know what I could possibly do. Of course, it's not too late but I don't think everybody is willing to humble themselves. That is the main problem here. We got the conflict but the resolution turns out to be another conflict.<br /><br />In my opinion, everybody has their fair share of blame for this problem. Just think logically. If we won't allow things to happen, then, it wouldn't be this bad. It's how we treat each other, how we say things and how we act in front and at the back of them.<br /><br />We have to unite. If we will leave it this way, then, it will be the start of the downfall of everyone in the group. We have been through to a lot of experiences. Why can't we just open ourselves and let them enter ours? Why can't we adjust? Would that hurt or humiliate you? I don't care about how you think of yourself. We have to consider the whole group and not how to be the ultimate star of the group. That's really terrible. We're not in a reality show nor in a contest. Don't let your attitude problem add to the problem of everyone. Did you ever think that you yourself is the problem? Start with yourself.<br /><br />I have a lot of questions. It's up to you if you would contemplate and initiate to change things. I'm just hoping. I'm not mad or anything but I just want everybody to think.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-23026467899551887602008-10-04T11:00:00.000-07:002008-11-17T03:53:19.686-08:00Delayed Expectations<div style="text-align: justify;">It's been a month since I opened this account to release some thoughts. I always try doing this to make my mind a bit clearer. There are lots of things going on inside that small room. I want to shout but I don't want anyone to hear me. I'm thinking of bursting everything out but leaving no mess. That would be impossible. As they say, at least a pair of eyes is on me.<br /><br />It's 2:00 a.m. I don't know what keeps me up at this time. Maybe, it has been a routine for me to sleep so late or none at all. I was so busy these days. I've been doing 'extraordinary' things. But now, I realized I want to stay doing 'ordinary' things - doing those routines like getting up in the morning, going to school, doing some assignments or other related stuffs, going home, then having some rest. I miss doing that. Just that.<br /><br />Priority setting. Priorities - they're all piled up. Everything wants to be the priority. Everything has to be prioritized. I have no choice but to do them one by one, considering their 'importance and urgency'. After all of these, I'll just look on the brighter side of it. I can say I've experienced these things as early as now. The director of a play I once made said to me, "If you want to do good in acting, you have to gather much experiences as early as possible." Well, I'm not really after that acting thing but experience would really help on any aspect.<br /><br />Maybe it's over now. It is. But not really. It's so vague. And it had been this way ever since. It started like a blurred piece of painting, and left undone. Or a movie with all the suspense sequences then ended up like someone just turned off the DVD player. Then, you'd realize the movie was really just that short. I guess it will be like this forever. No more space nor ellipses though it's really incomplete. No substance nor any essence at all.<br /><br />Maybe everything will just fall back to their original position. Wishful thinking. I just wish these things to subside. Please, leave me for a while. I don't need them. I already realized things. Or maybe, it has to be this way forever.<br /></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-45495822524349693712008-08-27T20:57:00.000-07:002008-08-29T01:56:53.368-07:00Limited<div style="text-align: justify;">Don't force yourself to the limits. You know where the end of the line is. If you want, you can try but prepar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7AohirJ4Najo7h2KKy9r_Dfsl3Vp2ZRiLae3G6Bl8JgmeyRKxZsnNOoIxZH6Z8JZXSoX1oPhYK5hkYVixULbAKPGNBwlgMAGc4vcGb7z2JwAU5xYMZZaZTUJGOoWakuj8HFOLQuwlNk/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7AohirJ4Najo7h2KKy9r_Dfsl3Vp2ZRiLae3G6Bl8JgmeyRKxZsnNOoIxZH6Z8JZXSoX1oPhYK5hkYVixULbAKPGNBwlgMAGc4vcGb7z2JwAU5xYMZZaZTUJGOoWakuj8HFOLQuwlNk/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239860685911703394" border="0" /></a>e for the criticisms. I have seldom done such things but I love doing those things. They say that you just have to put your heart in it and everything else will follow. I've been doing that everytime. Maybe, heart isn't enough to satisfy the standards and tastes which have been set.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="sqq">“<span style="font-style: italic;">You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you </span></span><span class="sqq"><span style="font-style: italic;">might find, you get what you need</span>."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="sqq"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span>You can't really get away from them. They will haunt you with your every thought. It's hard but I've already started this. All I can think is getting enough courage to start it all over again. Or maybe, try something different and turn my back from that certain thing. Horrible. It's like a real ghost. It's destroying every moiety of yourself until it swallows you in pieces helplessly.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Try and fail but don't fail to try.</span>"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe that is what life has to be. It's quite interesting to those who call themselves 'adventurous'. I think I just have to be like them. I'll try to spice everything up and give myself some inspiration. Good day!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974567202795208108.post-78637736433067161582008-08-03T05:41:00.000-07:002008-09-01T05:13:33.272-07:00PERIHELION on its Profound Success<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">At last, an idea of mine was concretized and shown to the p</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ublic. I have been dreaming of this since I was a lot younger. Most of the times, I try to squeeze my brain just to get juices of every idea I want to have. Now, I can say my "Perihelion" is a success - if not to others, at least on my own.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtCHM9T-qbwMiE12qNDvna9kKY_9RtkCQUoulDMKp4MUrCFPmg1rZPQbAE7iqW1McWefVLnN9eoFNw3DBBqEixY5tTS_2U96dX3XK7LGt6lvYDqxrkKw1GeuPf1SAobnnkE49CdLOhGY/s1600-h/perihelion.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtCHM9T-qbwMiE12qNDvna9kKY_9RtkCQUoulDMKp4MUrCFPmg1rZPQbAE7iqW1McWefVLnN9eoFNw3DBBqEixY5tTS_2U96dX3XK7LGt6lvYDqxrkKw1GeuPf1SAobnnkE49CdLOhGY/s200/perihelion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232036876853843506" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">I really don't know why. We went home with nothing. We just went there to see everybody get what we dreamed to have. Tsubibo Uno worked hard on this. At least, an award would make us feel that we succeeded to entertain everyone right then and there. But that's life. The story, the blocking, the lights and the music, the characters, the acting, the direction - what else should be blamed?</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">After all these failure thingees, all I can blame is myself. The d</span><span style="font-size:100%;">irector should do this, the director should be like that. Haaaay. I think I failed to comply with the standards of the theater, with the norms of the experts. I kept on thinking... I should have followed no one but myself. I should have been more strict. I should have blinded myself with all that I was feeling that time. I should have considered nobody but myself. I should have been more of a dictator if I really want the prize.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">"<em>I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you t</em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>he formula for failure: which is: Try to please everybody.</em>"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-Herbert B. Swope</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">We were so close that time. We had three major productions and our minds were not working with its normal state. All we had those time to keep moving was to enjoy what we were doing. As usual, I tried to squeeze my mind to think of better blocking, better twists, better characterization, in short, a better ME.</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">All I really wanted was the best for Perihelion - and for the Tsubibo Uno. Also, I wanted Teatro to be proud of me because I applied to Perihelion what I've learned from t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">hem. But it's all finished. I'll just move on from this failure and try to recover by doing something again. At least, I'm not afraid of trying again. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">"<em>Failure is instructive. The person who really thinks learns quite as much from his failures as from his successes</em>."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-John Dewey</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">I just want to thank Tsubibo Uno for trusting me. Thank you for not cursing me when we lost. Haha. I was touched when I saw some of us cried. That's how we love Perih</span><span style="font-size:100%;">elion. It's not just a stage play for us. Thank you very much... To our Production Manager, Dah; to the Assistant Prod. Manager, Allison; to Charm, our Stage Manager; to all the committee heads; and most especially to my five wonderful actors (naks!!) - Marian, Carla, Jamie, Kael, and RJ. Thank you for realizing my dreams to be a stage director even for once. And also, to Ma'am Tin Viray, our adviser. God bless us all! It's not yet the end of Perihelion. It's just starting to affect our lives.<br /><br /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfJlS8Alf0BBrJXPKusenhCIUPClNhJkALFgzbG1b-VFn37vtKfJNzR7eTF-7zK_5hwZTJdl2qoWXRnSERrziSjqvElUXkddvrRr_YJ9Vwn-oWqxLhJsqpNUSRkik4cAGHgqjc2Pkzp4/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfJlS8Alf0BBrJXPKusenhCIUPClNhJkALFgzbG1b-VFn37vtKfJNzR7eTF-7zK_5hwZTJdl2qoWXRnSERrziSjqvElUXkddvrRr_YJ9Vwn-oWqxLhJsqpNUSRkik4cAGHgqjc2Pkzp4/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232039178428018290" border="0" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>"Hindi lahat ng mag</em> <em>anda</em> <em> sa paningin </em> <em>ay kaayaayang maitutu</em><em>ri</em><em>ng. Hindi lahat ng may kapangyarihan ay mabuti. Hindi lahat ng iyong nakikita ang nakikita din ng iba. Hindi lahat ay totoo, hindi lahat ay tao. Huwag mainip. May kasagutan.<br />Tik. Tak. Hindi maiaalis o maipagwawalang bahala ang mga kabuktutan ng buhay, mga pagsubok na kinahaharap ng tao, mga salot na inililimbag ng lipunan, mga sumpang ibinabato ng kalikasan. Ang paraan kung paano ito nilalagpasan ng bawat nilalang ay iba-iba. Dahil may iba-iba ding panghuhusga ang mundo sa kanila. Tila wala ngang mahinusay sa isang mundong puro pagkukubli. Wala ngang aangat kung ang lahat ng iba’y hahatakin ka pailalim. Subalit marapat lang ba na ang isa ay magpabihag sa saligang ang nagtakda ay mga nilalang na nababalot din ng kasinungalingan. Huwag mainip. May kasagutan.<br />Tik. Tak. Tik. Hindi kailangan matakot. Hindi kailangan magpanggap. Hindi kailangang magtago. Hindi kailangang mahiya. Kailangan lang magpakatotoo. Kailangan lang maging matapang. Kailangan lang aminin sa mundo ang mga pagkakamali. Kailangan lang humingi ng tawad. Kailangan din magpatawad. Huwag mainip. May kasagutan.<br />Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Hindi dapat magpabihag sa mga kasawian natin. Dahil sa pag-ikot ng mundo, umiikot din tayo. Hindi nga ba ang mga kapighatian ang nagbibigay anghang sa buhay. At pagkatapos nito ang tamis ng kalayaan mula sa pagkakagapos. Hindi ba’t pagkatapos ng bagyo ay nagliliwanag nang muli. Kailangan lang maghintay. Kailangan lang umasa. Kung hanggang kailan, tila walang may alam. Dahil hindi habambuhay nasa isang numero lang ang orasan. Huwag mainip. May kasagutan.<br />Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Hindi na dapat maglaliguy-ligoy. Malapit na. paparating na. ilang tiktak nalang ay masasaksihan na ang katugunan. Ang liwanag. Ang propesiya. Ang PERIHELION. Ang katuparan. Ang katapusan. Maddiwang. Huwag mainip. May kasagutan.<br />Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak."</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>-</em>Mariel Balitao, Publicity and Promotions Head</span></div>Teacher Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956136479055111249noreply@blogger.com3