CONDOLENCE to the SERMENO Family

The whole section sympathizes with the
death of Boots' father. May he rest in
peace. Be strong Boots! We're behind you.

12/27/07 12:05 pm
From: BOOTS GLOBE
Guyz,at last unli n q.
mrrplyan q n lht ng
nangumusta... Papa
passd away ds
morning. Naoperahan
xa khpon n ntnggal n
ung bala kya umuwi
aq khpon thnkng n ok
n. bt ds morning
bumigay n.
~chie,renz,mimi,lm,
ate
heyz,tinie,Eka,cha2
thnx s mga
pngu2musta ah..
~meanni jst red ur
cmnt ystrdy. Tnx
ah,ILUSM..Dnt wori
ne!S feb gthrng, ok n
q. ~yubiIMUSM,tnX 4
ol d ncouragemnt. Kt
gave me a grup hug.
¤wr stil fxn thngs 4 d
funeral. I'l b fine
ne..txt u guys pg aus
n lht. our fone lyns r
bc so jst txt me
ok..guys,evn my lj
frndz abroad. Thnx 4
ol d pryrs! God bless.

Steve Dailisan = Jumar Mendoza, Tipid = Gastos, Thesis = Tiis

Noong huling preparation ng accreditation, may isang grupo na naka-assign sa mga alumni ng COC. Si Jora ang nag-search kay Steve Dailisan, ang cum laude last last year at reporter na ngayon sa GMA. Ang isa sa mga lumabas sa search engine ay ang blog entry ni Kuya Jumar, ang dating Editor in Chief namin ni Jerome at Edryan sa Dakom. Na-curious syang basahin ito dahil ang nakalagay sa preview sa search engine ay ganito:

1. pritong_sabaw

   the broadcaster, Steve Dailisan is regularly heard reporting for GMA news and ... so when we graduated, dailisan was with flying colors and i colorless. ...
   jumar.blogdrive.com - 48k - Cached

Ang dating tuloy kay Jora, bitter si Kuya Jumar kay Kuya Steve. Nabanggit nya ito sa iba nating klasmeyts, at ang ilan gaya ni Mearah ay nabasa na rin ito. Nang basahin ko naman ito, iba ang dating sakin. Ang punto ni Kuya Jumar ay ang nanay niya. At na-misinterpret pa ng iba ang entry na ito (basahin nyo yung comments ng entry).

Samantala, unti-unti nang nabubuo ang preparasyon ng dalawang grupo para sa taping exercise sa Biyernes mula alas-6 hanggang alas-9 ng gabi sa carpark ng COC. Ang grupo ni Erica, walang ginastos, pero nag-ambagan pa rin ng tig-150 dahil plano pa rin nilang bumili. Pero ngayong Biyernes, mga hiram na equipment kay Fresh muna ang gagamitin. Sa grupo naman namin ni Joy, nag-ambagan ng tig-P200, pero ang nangyari, anlaki ng natipid kaya may maibibigay pa kaming konti sa mga talent. Heto ang naaalala ko sa mga nabili sa Raon (ung Japanese lantern, sa Ongpin binili):

• 3 Floodlight/Halogen na tig-500 watts -- P540 (P180 each)
• 30 meters ng electric cord para sa floodlight (tig-10m bwat isa) -- P600 (P20/meter)
• 3 switch para sa mga floodlight -- P60 (P20 each)
• 1 meter ng black rubber na ginamit pangkonek ng cord sa floodlight -- P20 ata
  
• labor ng setup ng floodlights -- P50
  
• 1 Sony miniDV tape -- P150
• 16" Japanese lantern na puti para sa softbox-- P250

Pero wait, there's more. May kwento sa likod ng Japanese lantern na iyan. Bale hinanap namin sa Ongpin Street, Sta. Cruz ang isang adres na binigay samin nila Renz at Jerome kung saan sila nakabili ng lantern. Nakakahilo ang numbering ng mga street at lumalabas na sarado na ang nasabing adres. Inisip na lang namin na luma na yung adres sa resibo nina Renz. Ang ginawa namin, naghanap-hanap pa kami hanggang sa nalaman namin na mali pala yung tinatanong namin. Ang sabi kasi namin ay Chinese lantern na puti, pero ang sabi samin ng napagbilhan namin ay Japanese lantern yun. Nung una, parang wala na ata silang stock kaya lumipat ako sa tapat at nagtanong. Aba, at nagalit ang matandang babaeng Chinese na nagtitinda.

JM: Meron po kayong Japanese lantern na pute?
Tindera: Walang Japanese dito, Chinese to. Chinatown to!
JM: Ang sabi po kasi samin dun sa tapat un daw po ang tawag. Eh puting Chinese lantern po?
Tindera: Hindi, hindi, wala kaming puti pula lang! Pang-patay ang puti!
JM: Ay sige po salamat.

E di ayun na nga at nakakatakot na si ale, at nang bumalik ako kina Mearah, Bez, Jora at Thea, nalaman kong galing na pala dun sina Jora at Thea kaya siguro nagalit dahil yun uli ang tanong.

Sa thesis naman, kahapon ay walang mga naaprubahan sa karamihan, liban sa grupo nina Liezl na ang na-approve na topic ay tungkol sa mga police negotiators sa hostage drama. Kaya heto, muli na namang magbe-brainstorm for the third time ang karamihan.

Eeerrr!! [while curling the hair]

Yan ang bagong expression ng klase ngayon, mula kay Maam Jeanie Derillo. Samantala, mapapa-eeerrr!! ka sa mga horror films ng fourth year.

Bilang katuwaan, gumawa ako, kasama ang ilan sa inputs ng ating mga kaklaseng sina Tracy, Liezl, Shaidel, atbp., ng mga koneksyon sa pagitan ng magkabilang grupo sa R-TV-F. Narito at inyong basahin. Enjoy!

1. Executive Producers Tini at Glaiza: Parehong mahilig mag-drowing.

2. Associate Producers Mearah at Renz: Parehong yaman-yamanan; attitude problem din daw (joke lang siguro un, dont take seriously).

3. Directors Joy at Erica: Parehong nagsulat ng script sa ONAKULEOM; may nagsabi rin na si Joy ang na-reject, at si Eca ang nang-reject, na itinanggi naman ng dalawa.

4. Writers Lorman at Archibald: Magkamukha pag nakatalikod dahil sa buhok.

5. Technical Directors Thea at Grace: Parehong isip-bata.

6. Cameramen 1 Barbie at Liezl: Parehong may loveteam (ang alam ko si Roldan kay Liezl, sino kay Barbie?).

7. Cameramen 2 Edryan at Vernon: Magkaibigan at crush ng bayan (oy lumalaki ang mga ulo!).

8. Audio Daren at Ronald: Minsang nag-away nung first year tungkol sa punctuation mark na ginagamit sa expression na DUH.

9. Lights Bibat at Tracy: Parehong taga-Cainta.

10. Property Custodians Joyce at Heidi: May nagsabing parehong maputi, meron naman pareho daw na leftists.

11. Makeup Karla at AB: Friends.

12. Key Grip Vicky at Archie: Parehong na-link kay Edryan (hahaha!).

13. Gaffers Laeng at Bhey: Parehong LHS, at parehong may magulang na may posisyon sa PUP.

14. Best Boy JM at Best Gal Jheng: Parehong letter J (walang maisip?).

15. Researchers Shaidel at Gary: Parehong artistahin, si Shaidel kamukha ni Roxanne Guinoo, si Gary kamukha ni Wowee de Guzman (hahaha ule!).

O diba, napag-konek namin sila? Pero ang mahalaga, siguradong walang magiging masama at personalang kompetisyon sa dalawang grupo, dahil sisiguraduhin nating parehong maipagmamalaki ng klase ang dalawang produksyon. Tulungan OK? Healthy competition ika nga. Go!!

ANG TATAK DP GARCIA

[NOTE: Ito ay mula sa isang kumakalat na text message among the COCians. Hindi sigurado kung lahat ng nilalaman nito ay tunay na mga linya ng nasabing ex-dean ng COC.]

--d m0r,d meniyer!

--wat r frens r 4!

--bin dEr,bin dat.

--com,let's j0in us.

--d sky's d langit!

--d0n't t0uch me n0t!

--r u sure knb?

--wats ur nxt kLas b4 dis?

--weL,weL,weL...luk do we hv hir.

--i aLwYs go dEr smtyms.

--giv him d benefit of d daw.

--it's a blesSing in d sky!

--it's n0t my pR0blem anym0r,it's ur pR0blem anym0r.

--i dnt kn0w 4 u!

--dat's wat im taLkin aB0uT it!

--u,u,u...d both of u 3

--wat u r, i was, wat i am, u will b!

BBrC159 Productions Gives Birth to 2 New Subsidiaries

Under the subject R-TV-F Production and Direction, Sir Palad has divided the section into two for the short film requirement, thus forming the two associate subsidiaries. The appellations of both are yet to be disclosed.

GROUP 1

Executive Producer EVELY CRISTINA ESCANILLA
Associate Producer MEARAH GONZALES
Director CAMELLIA JOY SALLEGUE
Writer LORMAN DANTES
Technical Director THEA PAMELA PAULINE JAVIER
Camera 1 (DOP) BARBRA MAE POLANCO
Camera 2 EDRYAN LORENZO
Audio DAREN SABAYBAY
Lights CHRISTIAN BIBAT
Property Custodian JOYCE LLANTO
Costume/Makeup KARLA BENAS
Key Grip MA. VICTORIA LAZO
Gaffer ANN LALAINE TESTOR
Best Boy JAN MEYNARD NUALLA
Researcher SHAIDEL MURILLO
Production Assistants JORALYNN ENEBRAD, JOHN RUSSEL ALBA, JOZWEALTH GAPASIN, CHRISTINE SUMPAY, ADRIAN ORIONDO, MYLENE BELLEN, BEZALEEL CONIATE, JHUNA BELL MOGOL, MICHELLE ABANILLA

GROUP 2

Executive Producer GLAIZA VALIENTE
Associate Producer RENZ MELVIN VILLAGRACIA
Director ERICA NGUI
Writer ARCHIBALD FORMALES
Technical Director GRACE PEREZ
Camera 1 (DOP) LIEZL CABUSAS
Camera 2 VERNON CARLO PARRENO
Audio RONALD LLABORE
Lights TRACY VILLALON
Property Custodian HEIDI CABALO
Costume/Makeup AURA BERNADETTE CLAUDIO
Key Grip ARCHIE LENCHICO
Gaffer HELEENA CLAIRE PASUMBAL
Best Gal DIESSA LIANE ASIDAO
Researcher GARY DAMGO
Production Assistants JOHARA GARCIA, BOOTS SERMENO, MART ELIAS CARLO MARAÑON, HAZEL ELIZES, PAMELA MALAYA, ARLENE FRUTO, KELSEY GENEVIEVE ONG, JEROME PHILIP RICAMATA

The general theme/genre of the film will be given later on.

____________________________________________________

Hay... parang puro accreditation na lang ang inaasikaso naten? Sabi pa nga daw ni Maam Pebre, bakit tayo lang ang inuutusan, may iba pa namang sections? At ang nakakatawa pa, nag-iiba lang ng prof, pero accreditation din ang requirement sa klase. Nanguna na si Sir Don, sumunod si Maam Bernabe, Maam Maya, at ngayon si Sir Deopante. Ang requirement ni Sir Dan ay mga signage para sa campus, at narito ang listahan:

GROUP 1: Radio Studio Rules
Ricamata
Guigantone
Malaya
Cabusas
Bibat
Testor
Rodriguez
Valiente

GROUP 2: COC Organizational Chart
Murillo
Perez
Fruto
Lenchico
Dantes
Delasas
Alba
Beñas
Javier
Elizes

GROUP 3: SOP Music Video Awards
Nualla
Ong
Damgo
Polanco
Sabaybay
Enebrad
Sallegue
Abanilla
Villalon
Escanilla
Rueda
Flores

Hindi kami PUP lang, PUP KAME!!

Ito ang matapang na salitang binitawan ni Sir Palad kanina sa SOP Music Video Awards na ginanap sa UP Diliman Theater. Hinakot nina Richard Librada at Darlene Abegail Quito na parehong RC 2-4 ang pito sa walong awards ng nasabing patimpalak.

Narito ang kanilang mga napanalunan:

RICHARD LIBRADA
Consulatant: Hector Macasa
(All Out Of Love by Dennis Trillo):
Best Story & Concept
Best Videography
Best Director
Best Performance by an Artist
Best Music Video

DARLENE ABIGAIL QUITO
Consultant: Topel Lee
(Candlelight Romance by Yasmien Kurdi):
Best Video Editing
Texter's Choice

Ang nakuha naman ni Roman Perez ng UP Diliman ay ang Best Production Design para sa music video ni Aicelle Santos na Ikaw Pa Rin.

Samantala, muling nabuhay ang mutlo ng nakaraan sa pagdating ng Phase II ng Level III (National Level) Accreditation ng College of Communication sa AACCUP o Accrediting Agency of Chartered Colleges and Universities in the Philippines. Ito ay sa pamamagitan ni Sir Don na ang binigay na midterm requirement sa amin ay ang data gathering para sa isang video presentation sa survey visit.

Narito ang mga naka-assign sa bawat grupo:

GROUP 1 - pics/few videos of facilities
GROUP 2 - lahat ng pics na involved ang COC na nsa Public Affairs Office (PAO)
GROUP 3 - pics ng accreditation ng College of Languages and Linguistics (CLL)
GROUP 4 - notable alumni
GROUP 5 - pics last year na wala sa PAO, kundi sa Research Office at OVPRD

Ang mga larawan/video na ito ay pagsasama-samahin at ipapasa sa Huwebes para maumpisahan ang editing ng 10-minute video presentation na tungkol sa mga nangyari nang nakaraang mga acreditation ng COC.

Naikwento pa ni Sir Don ang kasaysayan ng accreditation dahil dito. Heto ang timeline:

1996:
Level I Accreditation, CLMC (College of Languages and Mass Communication) pa lang dati.

1999:
Level II Accreditation. Nirekomenda ang paghiwalay ng DMC (Dep't. of Mass Comm) sa CLMC at gawin itong College of Communication (hindi College of Mass Communication dahil demassified ang curriculum) at gawing College of Languages and Linguistics ang Department of Languages.

2001:
Naging College of Communication mula sa pagiging Department of Mass Communication ng CLMC.

2003:
Survey Visit for Level II. Ni-recommend ng accreditors ang paglalagay ng marker at signage sa campus (na gawa na) at ang pagkakaroon ng Bachelor in Film at Bachelor in Communication Research (Comm. Res. pa lang ang nagagawa).

2006:
Level III Accreditation na naging malaking bahagi ang ating section lalo na sa Faculty Area.

2007:
Survey Visit for Level III. Hindi na ichecheck ang lahat ng Area kundi apat na lamang daw. Dalawa ang mandatory o manggagaling sa accreditors at dalawa ang pipiliin natin. Bale Instruction at Extension ang inassign ng accreditors at ang pinili naman ng kolehiyo ay Faculty at research na syang nakakuha pinakamatataas na rating noong nakaraang accreditation.

Ang mangyayari, parang defense na ipapaliwanag ni Maam Bernabe, Maam Borican at Sir Don kung bakit karapat-dapat ipasa sa Level III ang COC. Simple pero mahirap. Abangan na lang natin ang outcome. Galingan na lang natin sa pagkuha ng data! Pero balita ko pareho tayo ng trabaho sa RC 3-3, kaya iniisip ko kung baka mag-overlap ng pics ang makuha naten sa makuha nila... Bahala na.

Kung nabubuhay ngayon si Rizal

Heto ang mga pananaw ng mga kaklase naten kung si Rizal ay nabuhay sa panahon ngayon. Isa itong recitation sa subject na Buhay at Gawain ni Rizal (12-1:30pm, Mo/Th), kay Prof. Joanna Marie Aboga-Liao.

Jozwealth:
Dahil nakatira sya sa Laguna, may-ari sila ng pinakamalaking buko pie stand.

Tracy:
Emo sya.

Thea:
Dahil sa galing nya sa syensya, magiging adviser sya ng Zaido.

Christine:
Dahil marami syang alam na lenggwahe, magiging interpreter sya sa beauty pageant.

Michelle:
Isa syang online teacher.

Tinie:
Dahil babaero sya, mahilig sya sa porn.

Joy/Johara:
Endorser sya ng Promil. (Gifted child?)

Joy:
Kahilera sya nina Vicky Belo at Calayan.

Boots:
Isang sikat na writer at dahil sa kasikatan nya makakapasok sya sa PBB Celebrity Edition 2.

Venus:
Bading.

Arlene:
Nanananghalian sya sa oras na to.

Jheng:
Kung buhay sya ngayon, si Andres Bonifacio ang National Hero, at wala nang mukha ang piso.

Jora:
Dealer sya ng pirated na CDs.

Laeng:
(kaswal na sinabing) Ka-match nya lang ako.

Renz:
Taong grasa.

AB:
Sa sobrang talino nya, mababaliwa sya at mapupunta sa mental asylum.

Bezaleel:
Kung nabubuhay sya ngayon, siguradong walang trabaho si Maam.

R-TV-F Prod/Dir Groupings

Below is the list of groups for the subject Radio-TV-Film Production and Direction. This will be the final groupings that will be used in the subject for the whole semester. Noticeably, one controversial group here is Group 2.

Group 1:
Testor
Parreño
Ong
Javier
Llabore

Group 2:
Lorenzo
Gapasin
Lazo
Marañon
Lenchico

Group 3:
Bibat
Damgo
Polanco
Formales
Pasumbal

Group 4:
Guigantone
Enebrad
Beñas
Asidao
Sermeno

Group 5:
Ngui
Sabaybay
Claudio
Murillo
Dantes

Group 6:
Nualla
Perez
Coniate
Villalon
Cabusas

Group 7:
Oriondo
Valiente
Sumpay
Sallegue
Elizes

Group 8:
Fruto
Escanilla
Abanilla
Ricamata
Malaya
Villagracia

Group 9:
Mogol
Garcia
Cabalo
Bellen
Delasas
Alba

My Bestfriend

by Tracy Villalon

When I'm alone,
You're always there to he with me.
When I'm down on my knees,
You're always there to pick me up.
When I find my self in the dark,
You're always there to light me up.

I remember the days when we were kids,
We were very happy when we see magic tricks.
We go to school together, share the snacks with each other,
You let me copy your homework, so I can get a star from our teacher.
Everytime I stumble when we run in the park,
You hold my hand and carry me up.

There was a time when I was broke,
The guy I loved left me with no hope.
He filled my heart with tears and hurt,
"I never loved you", was his last words.
In the middle of the night I was crying,
Then you came along to wipe my tears.
"I will always love you" is what you said to me.

Thank you my friend, you're the best in the world.
I never imagined my life without you.
We grew up together, we stand for each other,
And nobody can break the friendship we build together.
You're always there for me and I will always be there for you.
No matter how hard life is, you will always be my best friend,
I will forever love.

Groove

by Glaiza Valiente

Everything has rhythm—from the revolving planets above to the rushing rivers below. Each drop of rain is a beat. That rhythm and that beat are forces which keep everything on tract. Uniting the two, we create harmony—harmony through which the winds whisper their sighs—their soft songs.

Trying to make sense of these things around us, we would discover that life itself has its own rhythm, its own beat. The rhythm we follow leads us so that we won't collide with each other—just like the unique rhythm that the planets in the universe take. The beats that we groove with are steps we take to reach things we desire. When everything is in harmony, life's song plays on and everything else goes as planned...

Moments to Cherish

by Boots Sermeno


I. The things I do for you

He wakes up to the smell of egg cooking. It is ten o'clock in the morning on their day off. He stumbles out of bed, yawning, and saunters towards where the food is located. He finds her standing in the kitchen, wearing a light pink apron. He blinks, wondering where this strange new apron came from, and recalls, with a slightly giddy feeling, that he went shopping with her the night before.

He laughs; the world still a little fuzzy with sleep, and he steps behind her and bend down nuzzling the expanse of soft, smooth skin at her neck. She doesn't move away, simply continuing to make the egg rolls wordlessly.

"Good morning..." he whispers. His low voice tickles her ear. "You look nice in that apron. Want me to tie your hair up for you?"

She just smiles and rolls up the second piece of omelet. He notices the black band around his lover's right wrist. He stops her for a second and tugs the hair tie off gently. She closes her eyes and feels a calming sense of security when the other's fingers run through her hair, slowly gathering it into a small ponytail.

Afterwards, she watches his lover prepare the bread toasts as she finishes the last egg roll, and she decides she can't possibly be more content with her life right now.

II. This is our song

They spend what's left of the morning after breakfast messing around on the piano. The apartment is already a tiny one, and the large instrument makes it seem even smaller. But she likes to think of it as 'coziness', something that turns the place into more of a home.

He can't really play the piano. His lover is fairly good at it. She attempts to teach him one or two simple pieces, but he is no prodigy, tinkering on the keys crudely, almost as if he were playing a video a game and pressing buttons on the a game console.

She gives up after a while. She sits and plays a few classical pieces until his lover produces some exaggeratingly loud snoring noises. "Boring~" he intones. "Can't you play something more exciting? Something I know?"

She pauses in the middle of a sonata to consider the request.

"How about this?" she began playing a tune that is quite familiar to everyone. She looks at him as she continues to play the sweet melody.

"Yes!"Junno says cheerfully. "I'd love that."

She keeps playing. And the next moment, he got lost in the wonderful melody playing in his ears. Then he starts to sing, "Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all. If it ain't you baby... If I ain't got you baby..." Something about his enthusiasm encourages her to join in. "If I Ain't Got You!"

And then they decide that this song is their song for each other.

III. Like a piece of sugar in the mouth

At half-past three in the afternoon they venture out of the air-conditioned apartment into the streets, where the air is so thick with summer heat that they can hardly breathe. He begins to whine, pawing at his lover's shoulder. "This isn't such a good idea after all, and where are we going again?"

"Change of plans," she announces. "We're heading to the café now. "

His face immediately lights up. "Really?" His complaints about the heat cease wholly for the rest of the trip. His hand, though, stays on her shoulder as they walk, and she notes that it is still in the same position when they arrive at the café two streets away.

They order an espresso with whipped cream on top. He scoops away the cream and is about to devour it all in one go when his lover says indignantly, "Hey, I want some too."

"But you never do!" he protests, surprised. "I always have the cream and you the espresso. It's fair, isn't it?"

"Who says life is fair?" she raises an eyebrow. "And you can have some of the espresso in return, if you want."

"You know I hate espresso. It's too bitter," he mumbles. The bell on the door tinkles as another customer walks in. He sighs and extends his hand with a spoonful of cream. She smiles appreciatively, dips her finger into the cream and puts it into her mouth.

"Thanks," she says. "Wow, this stuff is really sweet." She is amused when her lover rolls his eyes, in a way that says: "What, have you never eaten that before?"

She sips her espresso silently with a straw. The drink is too bitter — like what her lover said and like what she, herself thinks but never says. But she prefers this to any other type of coffee when she's around him, because people say that everything tastes sweet when you're with someone you love.

Today, she is delighted to find that the espresso is even sweeter than the cream, and when he questions why she is smiling around the straw, her smile just widens as she refuses to answer.

IV. Until I fall asleep

The only sounds left are the ones coming from the TV. His eyes are fixated on the screen, and have been for nearly two hours. She is right beside him on the couch, a magazine open on her lap and earphones fitted snugly in her ears. Occasionally she looks up from the page and observes the progress of the game, and once when her lover produced a 'fantastic' combo attack (or so the
game said --- since she didn't manage to see it with her own eyes) she congratulated him with a quick smack on the cheek. Then they both blush.

Suddenly he feels her head land heavily on his shoulder. He pauses the game and glances at the clock. It is nearly midnight. He looks down at her closed eyes and parted lips, and he feels his heart swell in an almost painful way. He reaches out and brushes her lower lip with one finger.

She jerks awake just like that. "Hmmm...," she murmurs. One hand snakes up his lover's back, pressing his head down, and their lips meet. The kiss is soft and chaste, and she soon pulls away.

"We have work tomorrow."She reminds him when he tries to bring her back another kiss.

He pouts. She laughs and hits the side of her lover's head lightly. "Come on," she urges. "I'm tired. I need sleep." Her hand wraps around the other's wrist and drags him towards the bedroom.

They fall asleep with their fingers laced.

Renz sa KEME Isyu: "Oo!"

Martes, Nob. 13 -- Yan ang salitang binanggit ni Renz nang tanunging sya kung totoo ang 'keme' umano nila ni Jozwealth nung overnight sa play. Nangyari ito bunsod ng truth or dare na nilaro niya kasama sina Bezaleel, Mearah, Laeng, atbp., na pinanood naman ng buong klase. Pero taliwas dito, sinabi ni Jozwealth na walang keme nung overnight. Sa halip, ang inamin nya ay ang naging keme naman sa MTV shoot sa Wawa Dam sa Rizal. Hindi na rin "nabuksan ang envelope" dahil hindi na ipinagpatuloy ang pagkukwento ni Vicky sa diumano'y 'nalalaman' nya sa insidente. Maliban kay Renz, matindi rin ang rebelasyon kay Bezaleel dahil sa pag-amin nito sa truth or dare na kasama sa kanyang mga "pantasya (or more commonly known as masturbation)" si Edryan.

Samantala, bagaman di dumating sina Don Don at Harold sa kani-kaniyang klase sa RC 3-1, naging makabuluhan pa rin ang araw sa mga natutunan ng section sa klase na Laws Affecting Mass Media ni Prof. Jeannie Derillo. Maraming bagong bagay ang kanilang natutunan gaya ng pagkakaiba ng Revival, Cover at Sampler; Black Market; Syndication; Open Source; Constructed reality; at marami pang ibang may kinalaman sa Intellectual Property Rights.

Patuloy pa ring namamayagpag ang klase sa mga opisina ng Kolehiyo ng Komunikasyon sa pagkakadagdag ni Pamela Malaya, pangulo ng RC 3-1, sa mga student assistant ng kolehiyo. Ngayong Martes rin nakuha si Pamela bilang S.A. sa Dean's Office, at ang unang trabaho niya ay ang pag-aayos ng grade sheets. Sa isang panayam sa kanya nitong Miyerkules, Nob. 14, ibinahagi nya na nagulat sya sa trabaho nya dahil di daw nya akalaing sa dean's office nya unang mararanasang maghugas ng pinggan na di nya ginagawa sa bahay nila. Matatandaang si Vernon ang unang RC 3-1 na naging SA ni Dean, na ang bagong kapalit ay si Pamela. Ang di alam ng nakararami, isang nagngangalang JM na girlfriend ng Chinese na si Brain (Zhaoyu Wang) ang unang natanggap sa nabakanteng posisyon ni Vernon, ngunit dala marahil ng culture shock, agad syang nag-resign.

Kontrobersyal naman ang naging deskripsyon ni Laeng sa blog ni Renz sa Multiply, na kung aanalisahin ay tungkol sa kanyang buhay pag-ibig o relasyon sa kanyang kasintahan.

MFMP

by Camellia Joy Sallegue


Alone in my own world
Undisturbed and serene
Like a note from a harpsichord
You came into the scene.

In my life that's seldom shaken
Some times someone comes
My sleeping heart to be awaken
But I guess you're the different one.

You told me you're not perfect
But I like you just as you are
Unique is what you call your self
Indeed you truly are.

I feel like I've known you for so long
Yet I've often asked myself
Who is this stranger who've come along
And drives me crazy as hell?

And I must see you
To make sure you're not a dream
Give my heart what it's due
And know that you're for real.

In a world where you exist but not live
I must enter and be part of
And once I see you're not a fantasy
I'll give you the life you've long lost.

Haikus

by Jerome Philip Ricamata


» I decided to share some of the haikus I have made since my high
school days.
Enjoy!


Behold the ego
Set in glowing emptiness
On the edge of time


An island song
Like a floating river
Rain Rain Fall Fall


Fleeing and flying
Like butterflies in a meadow
Hushing and hushing


Your almond lil eyes
That sparkle like a diamond
So sly, so beauteous

Not Letting Go

by Barbra Mae Polanco

It's so hot in here, I can't breathe
I can't stand it and I know it's not because of the heat

I've been crying here for the past hour or so
Thinking about you and can't never let go

You asked me to set you free
But it's impossible....can't you see

How can you do this to me
When I know I've done to make you happy?

You chose another girl to be by your side
What do you want me to do....just hide?

I thought we promised to be together 'til the end
But you betrayed your promise and left me instead

And lastly, do you know that it's not simple to give you up?
'Coz without you my whole world's like a crap

Just believe and listen to your heart
And maybe...just maybe...you will realize
Why we can't live apart

Your Love

by Heleena Claire Pasumbal


It's been a while since I met you
It has been a while since I loved you
But my feelings do not wither,
Instead it becomes deeper.

I know my love for you will stay strong
For I feel that this feeling is for long
This heart of mine will only be looking for your face
Each and every morning I will find peace in your embrace.

Through the challenges I have encountered
You stayed with me and kept me empowered.
You stood by me and kept me warm,
When I was cold and full of harm.

The love that you gave me,
Is a love that you offer for free.
I guess it's what they call unconditional
Thank you God...for your love is eternal.

Kaibigan

by Adrian Oriondo

ANO NGA BA ANG DULOT NG ISANG KAIBIGAN?
DALA BA NIYA AY PURONG KALIGAYAHAN?
O MGA BAGAY NA PAWANG KALUNGKUTAN?
MINSAN KARAMAY MINSAN IKA' IIWAN
SA BUHAY NG TAO
SWERTIHAN ANG MANALO, MADALAS LAGING TALO
LALO'T SA KASAMAHANG PALALO
KINABUKASAN MO'Y MABAGAL AT DI SIGURADO
NGUNIT MAY KAIBIGAN NA TUNAY NGA NAMAN
NAKIKITA LANG KAHIT PAMINSAN MINSAN
KAPAG NGKASAMA SAMA NAPAKASAYA NG SAMAHAN
KAHIT NA KUNG MINASN BULASA'Y WALANG LAMAN
SA KAUNTING PAGKAIN LAHAT AY NAGSASALU SALO
KASABAY NITO'Y NGITI AT TARA KAIN NA TAYO

MADALAS HALOS LAHAT KUMPLETO
PERO MINSAN IKA NGA GALIT-GALIT MUNA TAYO
PANGKARANIWAN PAG MAY OKASDYO'Y NAGKAKAINAN
LAHAT SALU-SALO, IISA ANG KATUWAAN
NGUNIT KPAG DAKA SA PROBLEMA'Y NAGKAKAIYAKAN
NAAALALA KO PA ANG SABI NG LOLO;
DINGGIN MO APO ANG AKING PAYO
PAGKAT PAPUNTA KA PA LANG, PABALIK NA AKO
AT KAHIT KAILA'Y DI KA MAPAPANO
NAPASARAP ISIPIN AT DAPAT MALAMAN
KAIBIGANG TUNAY AY HIGIT NA KAYAMANAN
MULA SA KABATAAN HANGGANG SA KALANGiTAN
DALA NIYA'Y DI MALILIMUTANG KARANASAN
DULOT AY KALIGAYAHAN KAHIT MAPASA LIBINGAN

NGUNIT AKO'Y MAY ISANG KATANUNGAN
SA IYO AKING MUNTING KASAMAHAN
IKAW BA'Y WALANG TUNAY NA KAIBIGAN
O MAY SAMA NG LOOB, WALANG MAPAGSABIHAN?

ANG DIYOS, TANGING KASAGUTAN
ANG PAYO KO SA 'YO, AKING KAIBIGAN
HINDI KA MAPAPAG-ISA KAHIT KAILANMAN

If Only

by Kelsey Genevieve ong

He dreams of her on lonely nights
when the world seems dark and cold.
He could be a knight in tarnished armor
for her, he'd be brave and bold -

If only he could find the voice
to make his feelings known.
But though he'd fight and die for her,
He's scared dumb as a stone.

He's in her daydreams all the time,
His love's her heart's desire.
Her touch could melt his heart, her kiss
Would set his soul on fire -

If only she could find the voice
To make her feelings known.
For him she'd walk a thousand miles
But it's too far too the phone.

And so they pass, and never know
Of romance that might be;
It would take just a single word
To let their hearts fly free -

If only they could find the voice
to make their feelings known!
But fear can conquer love sometimes,
And keeps them both alone.

If only we could find the voice
to make our feelings known!
But fear does conquer love most times
and keeps us all alone.

The Day Tomorrow Came...

by Erica Ngui

"Friendship is the only cement that can hold the world together"

Kimmy is a friend of mine. She's a skinny girl, not particularly pretty. She doesn't get high grades, doesn't have that many acquaintances. In school, she's really quiet. Doesn't talk; all she does is stare at the teacher and mumble. I always shunned her, when we were in school. I mean, I was on top of the social ladder with all my friends around me. I didn't want to be seen with a nobody. Still, Kimmy put up with me. Later, she stooped looking surprised when I'd tell her I couldn't call tonight. She stopped looking sad when I told her I have to skip lunch with her to have a meeting with my exclusive clique. I kept saying, "Maybe tomorrow." And she'd just nod.

It was after Christmas vacation when a bad rumor spread around the whole school about my so-called-sleep-over with a guy, It was pure gossip, but I didn't expect anyone to believe me. It was my word against the word of the most popular girls in school. Those whom I though were my friends.

I was surprised when Kimmy came up to me and asked me to sit with her. How could she be so nice? There was a time when she was the outcast and I didn't mind her. Now I was the outcast and she treated me no different from before.

She was just Kimmy. The same skinny girl who, on that day made me laughs at her corny jokes. She was the friend I love.

And I did love her. Everyday, in fact. Even when everyone forgot the rumor, even after I was popular again, I didn't leave Kimmy behind anymore.

I guess I finally realized something. All those tomorrows that I kept promising Kimmy? Well, I finally made one come true.

Kahit may pag-ibig pa...

by Mart Elias Carlo Marañon

Gusto mong umiyak! Pero ayaw mo! Hindi mo siya dapat iyakan!

Wala naman siyang ginawang kabutihan sa'yo eh...
Hindi ka man lang pinahalagahan
Hindi tamang nagsasakripisyo ka para sa wala.
Simpleng bagay, hindi niya maibigay.
Layuan mo na siya.
Wala kang puwang sa puso niya.
May nararapat pang iba sa'yong pagmamahal.
Hayaan mo na siya...
Hindi siya dapat habulin pa,
Huwag mong pababain ang sarili mo...
Nakakaawa ka, sinasayang mo ang maganda mong buhay
Sa taong hindi ka kayang ipaglaban.
Sa taong kaya kang iwan.
Sa taong saya't ligaya lang ang hanap.

Magpaalam ka na.
Magapaalam ka na.

Tingnan mo ang sarili mo,
Pagod ba na,
Sumuko ba na...
Huwag kang magtiis,
Huwag mo ng pilitin ang iyong sarili
Huwag ng ipagpatuloy ang labang walang patutunguhan.
Lumalaban ka lamang para sa wala.
Ipinaglalaban mo ang taong kinakalaban ba.
Huwag kang magpaapi, hindi iyon tama.
Sinaktan ka niya para lamang sa iba.
Tinanggap mo ang sakit na kanyang binigay,
Na walang tinig na sayo'y naririnig.
Itama mo ang iyong pagkakamali.
Huwag kang magdusa!

Ginawa mo lang bung ano ang sa tingin mong tama.
Hayaan mong maisip niya ang kanyang pagkukulang.
Hayaan mong malaman niya ang tunay mong halaga
Kabutihan ang patuloy mong ibinibigay,
Sa kabila ng kasamaang kanyang hatid.

Magpahinga ka na, Sumuko ka na!
Kahit may pag-ibig pa...

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A Friendship Poem

by Pamela Malaya


When you are sad, ...I will get you drunk and help you plot
revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue, ...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile, ...I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared, ...I will rag you about it every chance I
get.

When you are worried, ...I will tell you horrible stories about how
much worse it could be and to quit whining.

When you are confused, ...I will use little words to explain it to
your dumb ass.

When you are sick, ...stay away from me until you're well again.
I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall, ...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath, ...I pledge 'til the end. Why you may ask?
Because you're my friend!

-Conundrum- (An essay about myself)

by Edryan Lorenzo

Knowing thy self in a lurid pasture of life is not a simple task to do, clinging on who thee really are, gripping on the facts that lies behind thee, and unnoticing thyself drowning on the seamless border of reality, that for a veracity you are just an empty jar, starting to fill thyself, with the information you need, as you start wandering around your environment. Clarity about yourself will soon be discovered by your own placidity on the hem of the equal symmetry of visioning oneself.

Filling up the spaces of who I really am is such a crafty chore, dealing on what I really want. What do I prefer? What are the handy things that I often do? And what is the most enlightening occurrence I have experienced before, but one thing is for sure, answering the creepy question of "who I really am" is a common yet still intriguing question that hacks my back.

I was born on the 3rd day of November on the year 1988. Dealing on my early years as a young lad and as a school boy, my life for me is ain't easy. My family and I were just living on a house, which walls are "concrete , but the oddity is that, the wall that we are using as our fortification was actually our neighbors wall, my dad's brain conniving with my mom's mental ability to act, let us think that we have our own home, with a high ceiling, a nice and a wide-well crafted wall, but, I come to realize that they can't build our own house, for the reason that we do not nave any money to support our financial needs. I grew up with the wrong impression that the people tends to look at me, I dwelt my primary years lingering the class room of a well ventilated place, with the lights that fed our eyes with the proper lighting a student must experience. A computer laboratory with the ratio of 1:1, and a wide spaced comfort room, intended for us to use to cut my humongous imagination, yes! I vanished my elementary days on an exclusive school, given the fact that, my family and i were just living our simple lives on a neighbors wall extension, in return as a lad who doesn't know how to play outside there backyard and bragging about the new toy their mom and dad had bought them, I just sit on my little chair and read my book and draw clouds, houses, and my family's caricature, having this experience when I was a child, I always ending up my school year with my mother going up on the stage and pinning some awards on my uniform's pocket or putting the medal on my neck, that's the time that I noticed myself giving a reward to my parents a reward that they should have, my mom and dad would often tell me that "all your hardships will turn out into gold." And i don't really understand that allegory, perhaps it's my young mind that is the one accountable, why I didn't understand that allegory.

Rowing my way to the fast-paced life of the— what they call "high school life", this is the time where i opened up myself to the petty facts about "reality" , am teen, or course when I entered my stage of puberty, and seldom of my classmates would tell me that am a person that is, shy, timid, and silent, perhaps its because of the fact that, they always see me joining different organizations, and theatrical plays, but one thing is for sure, the person that they often see on the stage or in the classroom is not the real "me", the real me is inside the trenches of my soul, the simple, timid and silent Edryan. In this stage of my life I really learn how to value the meaning of true friendship and the camaraderie with other students, to join and to showcase my talents in drawing, dancing and as well as acting. To be a leader on my own simple, yet serious way and to be an outspoken,an open minded and a determined person, the very blatant difference of my life in elementary, whose life is as alone as an oasis on the midst of the desert. I've finished my high school days on a prestigious school on our province the "UNIVERSITY OF RIZAL SYSTEM-LABORATORY MORONG HIGH SCHOOL" and I graduated at my Alma Mater receiving different of awards, a sign of gratitude for my parents and also for my hard works, no doubt that I left my Alma Mater with my head up high and proud, that my school really helped me a lot not only on my studies but as well as on my personal; growth.

Now facing forward about where I' am right now, I can proudly say that, the place where I am right now, is the exact venue for me, it is one of the pieces that can answer the wobbling question of "who I really am?" I' am currently studying at the POLYTECHNIC UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES, a 3rd YEAR COLLEGE STUDENT taking up BROADCAST COMMUNICATION, This field of study is one of my major interest, and I have no doubts on the choice that I have made, the place where I am right now is a place where, I, as a student can learn how to know thyself, dealing with other and different people, on how they react on you, and how they perceive me as to who I really am. From others perspective they judge me as a cruel, hardhearted man, why? Because of the fact that I am a person who doesn't want others to be treated as if they weren't part of the group, I primarily wants to befriend the people who are infamous for the fact that through this people, I know, there is something innate on them that can help me, I don't really know, but I, as a person wants to befriend the person who belongs to the others whose spotlights are dim and dark, they often see me as sly and a strong person, because of the fact that my life when I was a child and in high school are the ones who makes me on what I am right now, I strongly believe that "no man is worth the aggravation", its ancient history, and some would often tell me that am a man whose level of annoyance is the highlight of my attitudes, I easily get irritated by other people, I don't like people who moved away, and exclude themselves categorizing themselves as a member of the higher class; whose deeds are not parallel to their appearance and mostly to the people whose mouth are created to sew words that can damage others personality you know "words are sharper than swords.", I really hate people who act as if they know everything, and act as if they are intelligent, but not! And lastly I get irritated to those people whose brain are inculcated on their mouth and use it as their means of "protruding on others nipple" the obliteration of these characteristics is one of the fact why I really do like others who are members of the infamous society, some would tell me that am a man whose cheerful and happy, maybe because I don't want to see people who are sad, specially the people who are always there to guide and support me, my Family, My Besffriends and Friends, they are the Heluva gems of my life and the fact that these person will cry because of a certain thing or a certain incident, that's the time where as a student, I can change myself into a clown, these words are the words I often tell my friends and Family ''mas mabuti pang ako masaktan kaysa kayo." I do believe that i' am a good but not perfect son, a loving brother to my siblings and a courageous man on my own. Listening to ones opinion is one of the major thing I could not disregard, because listening t others can help you discover the real you and can help you grow as a person, as a student, as a good son, and as a good disciple of God.

Walking through the different paths of my journey, I can say that some of the pieces of the puzzle that completes my life are on my hands, and some are just hanging on a cliff waiting to be discovered and collected.

My life is a long journey to pass on, it may lead me to success and worst to desperation, but one thing is for sure, I will strive to get and collect the puzzle that completes my life and that can answer the question of "WHO I REALLY AM?"

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RC 3-1 Profs for 2nd Sem

P.E. (Swimming):
Prof. Flipper

Comm. Campaigns:
Prof. Ignacio Bunye

Economics w/ TAR:
Prof. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo

Intercultural Communication:
Prof. Koffi Anan

Information Communication Technology (ICT):
Prof. Bill Gates

P.E. (Social Dance):
Hwang Jini

Laws Affecting Media:
Prof. Miriam Defensor-Santiago

Good Manners and Right Conduct (GMRC):
Prof. Osama Bin Laden

Buhay at Gawain NIYA:
Prof. Jose P. Rizal

Electronic Media Management:
Prof. Thomas Edison

Writing in the Discipline:
Prof. Joseph Estrada

Advertising/Public Relations (AD/PR Case Studies):
Prof. Alfredo Lim (aka Nakatikim kanaba ng Kinse Anyos?)

Funny POLGOV:
Prof. Hillarious Davide

Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC):
Prof. Andres Bonifacio

P.E. (Soccer):
Prof. Apolinario Mabini

Technology and Livelihood Education (TLE):
Prof. Melchora Aquino

Cheering Squad:
Prof. Josefa Llanes Escoda

I Loved You

by Ronald Llabore

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a low divine
In one another's being mingle;—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And me moonbeams kiss the sea;—
What are all these kissing's worth,
if thou kiss not me?

I loved you- even now I may confess
Some embers of my love their fire retain
But do not let it cause you more distress-
I do not want to sadden you again.

A Tale of a Broken Heart

by Johara Garcia

Sometimes I ponder about what will come next
Where will my life turn when it seems to stall?
When is the next time I will smile again?
and how will I get up, should I fall?

Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness.
By that I mean I know it can't last.
Beauty decays, laughter subsides
When will the stone be cast?

Tragedy can be measured
by the amount of happiness taken away
Elusion is our only protection
As we fall victim to its prey

So when I've reached a fork in life's road
and the choices are many or few,
I follow the one that leads away from misfortune
That's all I can really do

When life is good
You have to hold it in your hand
You have to close your eyes
You have to breathe it in!

Happiness may end
While tragedy begins
Today is the beginning
Is tomorrow the end?

Johara Garcia, BBrC 3-1D

Nature On My Own Perception

by Jozwealth Gapasin

Nature is the world around us, except for human-made phenomena. As humans are the only animal species that consciously, powerfully manipulates the environment, we think of ourselves as exalted, as special. We acknowledge that in an objective view we are merely one of many organisms, and that we are not able to survive outside of our natural world of air, earth, water and life. But we tend to be poor leaders in the "hierarchy" of animal life. Despite our greatness, too often we waste, we fight and we breed heedlessly, and are too self-centered and short-sighted. I take note of the increasing awareness of ecology, at least in Western culture, and am heartened. We may still change our weapons of war info tools of peace, and our habits of despoilation info nurturing.

Earth is so large, that even if humans destroy ourselves, plus most other life forms, there will still be nature. The soil, oceans, atmosphere and weather would still interact with solar power fo allow some life to exist. Earth cannot be a barren place like the moon. Humans can, then, reduce our planetary paradise into a hell of sorts, but cannot, I believe, destroy the planet itself.

This thought, sober and gloomy, is a modern one; in earlier ages it is unlikely that people contemplated ourselves wiping-out most life on earth. I don't know why I brought it to the forefront of my nature essay. It does offer a perspective.

Even in this age of high-technology, where many people who live in cities and work full-time with computers see but little nature intimately — at least we all are still aware of the weather and the seasons. We all know that a short, rainy day is more pleasant than a warm sunny March day.

My awareness of nature was at this relatively normal level until high school. I recall when I was a freshman high school student, that nature was wholly unappealing to me. I liked sports, music, comic books, stamp collecting, and playing badminton. Trees were trees, grass was grass, flowers were flowers and weeds were weeds. But by the time I was in the second year high school when I compete for the Philippine Council for Peace and Global Education for Extemporaneous Speaking, I had been affected profoundly by nature awareness. I went from a normal worldview to one wherein the value of being aware of and appreciative of nature was a centerpiece. In retrospect, this was the pivotal transformation of my life.

In high school I went from just another one of the guys into a person whose passion and livelihood became nature. The process was begun, I think, by my having read Thoreau's Walden. I did this because I was exhorted to do so by an influential high school guidance counselor of ours and my coach as well, Ms. Susan V. Zapanta. Ms. Zapanta affected me, as I was at that ripe, receptive, impressionable age. In turn I read other authors: Emerson, Goethe, Voltaire, Carlyle, Plato, Marcus Aurelius, Schopenhauer, Pascal, Montaigne, etc. A common theme in all the writings was the importance of nature, of calmly reflecting, and of thinking for oneself. Goethe wrote:

The thoughtful man's greatest comfort
is to have explored what can be known
and to worship the unfathomable quietly.

I began meditating under trees, listening to birds, tasting wild berries, and finding joy and excitement, meaning and inspiration. My self-confidence boomed, my sense of being an individual blossomed. I began designing a custom meal for myself from the menu of life.

The awareness of natural beauty was like a revelation. I looked at, and experienced, all manner of organisms, and light. Rainfall or windstorms became celebratory. At the time I had boundless ambition and wanted to learn the names and attributes of all the birds, butterflies, spiders, insects, seashells, plants, stars end constellations — etc. It was a kind of euphoria. I saw the utility of such knowledge, too. At the time I thought I'd grow up, move to the country, and be seff-sufficienf. By and by my love of plants outgrew my interest in other aspects of natural history.

I learned a whale of a lot about plant life in Antipolo. I learned in an intimate way, from keen curiosity, combined with lengthy hours spent outdoors. I became an expert without even trying, by just pursuing my inclinations. The principles of life, previously mere broad abstractions to me, became plainly clear, I saw firsthand how environment and genetics, together, affect life. I saw nature's pace — before I'd only considered humanity's.

When these and many other observations crystallized in my mind, the result was my sense of having a coherent, logical philosophy. I felt grounded. From nature study, then, I developed my critical faculties; I gained practical information, derived inspiration and joy, and welded my personal worldview. Nature, plus the wise words I'd read from writers of the past, were my sources. My schooling was typical; all that really sets me apart is owed to what I did on my own.

This is not an unmitigated plus. When one has an odd perspective, and so sees things in a rare way, communicating with others of more traditional or conventional outlook can be difficult. For example, if I believe the soil is sacred, and yet the prevailing assumption is that it is dirt — we're worlds apart from compromise.

Some people, Buddhists example, revere all life and will go to considerable lengths to end none. So they won't swat mosquitoes, don't eat meat, etc. Again, I look at the whole realm of living nature as one big biological web or food chain, with herbivores, carnivores and omnivores. As such, I have no philosophic qualms about taking life: I might eat a catfish for lunch; a lion might eat me for dinner. I do earnestly respect life, and agree to not wantonly destroy it. But to not squish mosquitoes or step on slugs is going too far for my sense of practical living.

I would prefer that people based their philosophies more on nature study and reflection, rather than nearly wholly on what their parents or influential peers tell them. But the weight of tradition is on the side of relatively uncritical acceptance of whatever one's mainstream society believes in.

The thought processes, and inspiration brought about by nature, are available to humans who study the wild or tame nature. Just having a pet goldfish and some houseplants is better than no experience at all. And one can have a small garden, not need a wilderness experience, to be fed physically and mentally. I would go so far as to say humans have an instinctive need for nature, since we evolved under its influences. So to live, say, in a cave, with only artificial light, and only human-made objects, would be a severe strain. Along this line, the sterility of hospital rooms is frightful — I am glad about the emergence of "horticultural therapy" and the like.

One of my motives in sharing what I've learned from nature study is to help empower others, Even if a person doesn't find nature effective for inspiration or education, it is good to "strike it off the list of possibilities" and go on to sample something else, such as religion, art, work, etc. Find your love in life and pursue it passionately.

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I Know My Love

by Archibald Formales

I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

There is a dance house in Manila,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don't you think, now, that irritates me?
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

If my love knew I could wash and wring,
If my love knew I could weave and spin,
I would make a dress all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.

And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

I know my love is a total rover,
I know he'll wander the wide world over,
In our school he'll no longer tarry,
And a chubby one he is sure to marry.
And still she cried, "I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,"
And still she cried, "boys are few,
And if my love leaves me, what will I do?

Masked Shadow

by Evely Cristina Escanilla

You cheer me up when I'm sad
You let me rest when I'm tired
You take the pain away when I'm hurt
You keep me company when I'm alone.

You won't stop 'til the distress is done
You save the day when I'm in trouble
You've taught me things I haven't known
Some wonders of life to me you've shown.

Truly you're one special hero
And there's so much you can do
But there's so little time
You can't always be by my side.

I've realized I can't keep you here
Nor would you let yourself be kept by someone like me
There's so much for you out there
I can't be too attached, I guess.

Besides I don't know you well
You're too good in keeping your self
The reality, I guess, won't show
As long as you're the masked shadow.

Magbalik Ka

by Joralynn Enebrad

Madaling - araw ay nakatunghay pa rin
Sa langit na ang tanawin ay bituin
Kung nasa dagat pa'y malamang sisirin
Kaibuturan ng mundo'y tatawirin


Aasa pa ba sa muling pagkikita
O tatanaw nalang o mamimintana
Sa isang pangarap na walang kapara
Isang panaginip na hindi mapinta


Gisngin mandin natutulog kong puso
Pusong naghihintay nang pagsusumamo
Sinusuyo ang damdaming parang ginto
Pagtibok ng puso'y dili mahinto


Binubulong nang puso ko'y ikaw pa rin
Sigaw nang maluwalhating puso't damdamin
Damdaming pag-ayaw ay di pipilitin
Tanging kamatayan lang ang sasapitin


Agos ng luha'y mapapawalang bisa
Kung ka'y lalapit, hihingi nang pagsinta
Ikaw lamang ang hinahanap sa t'wina
Sa pagtibok ng puso'y nagpapahina


Lumisan kang ni wala mang lang paalam
Iniwan ang pusong sa luha ay hilam
Kahit di sabihi'y may kaunti ring alam
Ngunit kahit kelan puso'y di nasuklam


Iniibig ka ng walang pasubali
Umasang ang puso'y di nagkakamali
Hinanda ang kaluluwang magpatali
Naniwalang pangako'y di mababali


Kahapon ay parang walang katapusan
Ng tayo'y nasa isa't-isang kanlungan
Nagtampisaw sa ating kaligayahan
Ngunit bangungot lang ang kinahinatnan


Kulang ba aking pag-ibig na inalay
Na kailangan pang ikaw ay mawalay
Ni walang pasabi, wala man lang malay
Pusong duguan, gumulong humandusay

Aking mahal ito'y hindi haka-haka
Pusong iniwan, sumibol, isinaka
Desperadong salita'y huwag ipagtaka
Pakiusap sa'yo mahal, magbalik ka......

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Now You See How Weak I Am

by Hazel Elizes

Queries fill up the spaces on thy tortured consciousness.
Spaces supposedly filled with rapture.
Killing the mind, mutilating the heart,
Giving the poor soul no chance of survival.

Must this be deserved?
The door is not yet closed, perhaps.
Of course it is still not.
Fires of rage knock, trying to bum down the door.
But thy ears pretend not to hear.
Thy skin pretends not to feel the burning sensation.

Indeed, thou must be loathed.
But this lamenting heart cannot bear to despise thou.
Not thou, especially not thou.

Release thy anger! Shout to the mountains!
Tell them about thy heartaches.
Reveal thy frailty! Dispel thy hatred!
Let them be thy confidante.
For mountains only listen, talk not.
They shalt not bare thy foolishness to the world.
Only sympathize through silence, they will.

Wrath creeps through thy veins,
But this lamenting heart shalt not despise thou.
Because thine eyes reveal sadness as well.
Thine voice sings songs of melancholy.
Thou have been hurting as well.

Is there nothing to do, but to remain stagnant?
Perhaps, mindless anticipation is the only exploit --
The only exploit to keep the blood flowing.

Flow, thy blood, amid the sorrow.
Keep flowing like the river, never heed the rocks.
Pretend -- just pretend.
Bliss could be just a few more tears away.

Weep, if thy eyes beg to.
But better it be kept to thyself.
For if seen, it only worsens.
Leaving thy self embraced by distress.

Slowly, this wretched being dies, yet still believes in rebirth.
Prayers thrusting to the Heavens.
Hear thy wait, hear thy mourn.
Better yet, obliterate thy sentiments.
Give them wings, let them fly --
To oblivion, where they must thrive.

Let this be the threshold to a new beginning.
With these conundrums, thy sadness trails.
No more, they'll be there no more.

Despair won't thwart this soul no more.
Abhorrence can never be the answer.
Vertical as they are, hopes shall remain.
Elusive are the dreams of being with thee.

BUT wherever thou art, thou shalt remain.
A promise kept until eternity.
Not strong, both inside and out.
Not strong enough to let thee go.

Stay with thee, thy agonized soul shalt remain.
Never letting go even if thou cannot bear thy presence no longer.
Stay with thee, until the end of days doth arrive.
Until the Heavens redeem thy wounded heart.

With these conundrums, thy sadness traits.
Thy sadness trails, yet thy love lingers.

Now you see how weak I am.

Fear..

by Patri Fe Delasas


Fear of the unknown
is what makes me behind.
Fear of tomorrow
is what makes me blind.
Fear of the darkness
is what makes me seek the light.
Fear of losing
is what makes me fight.
Fear of pain
is what me insane.
Fear of getting crushed
is what makes me struggle in vain.
Fear of punishment
is what makes me flee.
Fear of beasts
is what makes me a prey.
Fear of destiny
is what makes me pray.
Fear of time
is what make my life a day.
Fear of truth
is what makes me lie.
Fear of life
is what make me die.
Fear of Fear
is what makes my life...
absolutely clear...

pfd

Haikus for HIM... Which He will never read!

by Lorman Dantes

"Endless Summer"

Morning hike with You
Tennis in the sfternoon
Nights are for kissing...


"Meeting You"

I jumped guy to guy
Then I saw You that first day
Nothing is the same...


"Dissed and Dismissed"

I thought You loved Me
But Your eyes told careless lies
Now I trust No one...

The Truth About Women

by Gary Damgo

My best friend once told me that throughout my life women would confuse me. I never understood what my best friend was telling me until today. In a relationship, men need someone who will be their friend, companion, and lover, but on the other hand, women have no clue of what they want from a relationship. Women are difficult to please, and I must add, they are IMPOSSIBLE.

"I like you. I love you. I want to marry you." Women use these testimonies everyday to set up a clueless ending to a relationship. I f I were to tell you all the reasons why women are impossible, I would be writing forever. I plan not to do that. I'll start by saying just not long ago; a friend of mine was having problems in his relationship. His girlfriend ended their relationship for no apparent reason. The only answer she could give my friend was that she felt things between them weren't the same. She concludes by saying it's not that serious. If you ask me, she has no clue what she wants. In relationships, it's just like a woman to leave a man clueless. The man is expected to know what she is thinking at all times. Just when men think they have an idea of what their woman wants and presents them with more love than they can handle, whether the love he gives her is a special kiss or gift, she'll turn it down of course and begin to cry. When things are not going the way women expect them to, they began to cry. They'll dump you, and then begin to cry again like it's the man's fault. Don't get me wrong, men have their faults, but that is the affect of women. Women are the number one reason many men "play" them. Because of women, men now find it necessary to have several women instead of one. If one is being difficult to handle, then there are others to "play" with. Women criticize men for doing this, but if only they knew it is their doing that causes a man to break down, become single, and mess around. Men are tired of trying to satisfy women who are in need of "more" in a relationship, so they seek those women who do not mind a little less love from men. The answer is simple. Women are being used because they are difficult to handle.

In my first relationship with women I thought that everything was nearly perfect. Just when I thought the girl was really the one for me, I find out she has been cheating on me. For two years we have been together. For two years, I tried my best to live up to her expectation as a boyfriend, and for a year she's been cheating on me. For two years, I have spoiled this girl, and she makes me look like a fool. Her actions are what make me think back to what my best friend told me. She commented on how confusing women would be, but she mentions nothing of how impossible women were. I'm figuring she didn't want to mention it because she was one as well.

The type of women that bother me the most is the type in marriage relationships. The man is in charge of the household meaning pressure and stress is already pounding on his back, but here comes the woman not to lend a hand, but to pound on his back as well. "Where are you going? Where have you been all day? Why didn't get me this like I ask?." The questions are continuous. The there are the comments that follow these questions such as, "Honey, guess what. Our two month anniversary is next month." To men this is funny to hear because Valentine's Day and his birthday are a month later, but she says this anyway. But as a male I do not see a problem. As long as SHE's happy, everything is okay.

After reading this paper so far, most women may ask me to ask their men whether they are difficult to please. To tell the truth, no man in their right mind would say their woman is impossible. These men would be too scared of what their woman would say, too scared to hear more complaining from their woman. Deep inside, they're anxious to tell someone like me the truth; the fact that their woman is difficult to handle.

Men need to find a way to end .....

Impossible is the best word that describes women. The only reason for this is that God planned it that way to test men's patience. I know I may have over told the truth a little in this paper, but it SIMPLY describes the fact of how unpleasing women are. I consider this subject very broad because I haven't discussed about mothers and sisters.

Lamentations of the Neglected Ones

by Aura Bernadette Claudio

I'm sick and tired of this life
I have this burden that cut through me like a knife.
I had done everything,
but ended up with nothing.
I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain.

All my life I lived in vain,
nothing but pain.
I shed tears
Cause my heart is filled with tears.
My emotions are worthless.
My existence is meaningless.

Dreams from the past
It drives me insane.
A disease that spreads fast
That gives me unbearable pain
If only I can get thru this
If only I can get thru this blitz
To feel the one they called bliss.

Playground

by Liezl Cabusas

The playground.
Where old friends meet.
Reminiscent of so long ago,
Carefree, careless,
Bitter-sweet.

The monkey bars, jutting out of the ground
Crooked, crusted.
Swings hanging on invisible chains,
Churns out mournful melodies,
When gentle winds flustered.

I stood steadily upon,
Gazed at the lonely setting sun.
The old playground.
An elephant graveyard.

Eyes welled up
Memories flood.
Drowning everything...
everything... anything.

The playground.
Where old friends used to go.
I lingered for a moment longer,
Stepped back,
then let go.

Confession

by Karla Beñas

How do I tell you I'm sorry -
With a gesture, a look, a touch?
How is it I never realized
I hurt you so very much?

I do not ask forgiveness,
A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,
But I cannot find the nerve.

To finally confront you, face-to-face,
To look you in the eye,
To face your anger,
Too terrified to try

You called me selfish, I turned away,
and fled;
Cutting and wounding and pouring out,
Just to see if you bled.

Betraying and deceiving you,
I surely had no right
To snatch away such a precious gem;
A dark thief in the night.

Four years and forever passed
To bring us to this day,
When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.

The time has come, it's long past due,
To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,
Or have you longed to hear?

To hear those two forbidden words,
To vanquish all the pain,
To understand my dearest wish:
To know you once again.

The years aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I go wrong permanently -
For that I apologize.

Wasteland

by Mylene Bellen

Mother doesn't know where the love has departed
She says it must be childhood that keeps us feeling strong
I notice her little face that turn to ice
And when she cry she shows the line of scarifies
And I recognize that their saying as our sun begins to weaken
And we made our love on wasteland

Father made my history
He fought for what he thought would set us somehow free
He thought me what to say in school
I learn it off by heart but now that is torn into two
And now I know that their saying
And the tune of March past
And we made our love on the wasteland


Born on dissimilar sides of life
We fear the same, feel all their strife
So come to me when I am asleep
Well cross the lines and dance upon the streets
And now I know what their saying
As the drum begins to die away
We made our love on wasteland

Turn around and I'll be there
There's a scar through my heart but I'll bare it again
I thought we were the human race
But we were just another border line case
The stars reach down and tell us that there's always one escape


I don't know where the love has gone
And in this trouble land desperation keep us tough
But now I know what their saying
Its terribly majesty we've made
So we made our love on wasteland

Pearls and Stars

by Diessa Liane Asidao

The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.

The ocean's power, the heavenly sights
Cannot outweigh a love filled heart.
And sparkling stars or glowing pearls
Pale as love flashes, beams and darts.

So little, youthful maiden come
Into my ample, feverish heart
For heaven and earth and sea and sky
Do melt as love has melted my heart.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

What I've Gained

by John Russel Alba


I've learned... it ain't easy... it requires patience... a lot of it...
We've been to the worst... I've learned to survive... wounded and all... Yes wounded and all...
I've learned to eat like a cockroach... at times... and like a monitor lizard... most of the times...
I've learned that doing my best isn't always enough... and I've lerned to push my capacity... above it's maximum...
I've learned to hold my tears back... back to where they came from...
I've learned that rest doesn't necessarily mean to stop...
That water breaks destructs momentum...
That friends turns out to be my greatest enemies... and enemies... strongest allies...
That monster come in the form of smiling faces...
Tons of lessons I've learned... remembered... and some forcibly erased so that my own perspective will remain...
Sh_t! it's done... at last... after TDR (where all my hopes expired) I never thought this would end... the disaster/glory we achieved... it's ours... forever...
What I've gained?
An experience... not juz' any lesson... that great things... don't come easy... otherwise... it's not worth its greatness.

Sembreak's Most Wanted

Narito ang top 3 sa mga problemang aasikasuhin natin ngayong 'bakasyon':

1. Worksheet Assignments. Ipapasa ang walong ito sa www.nicenet.org bago mag-November 5. Kawawa pa ang mga walang module dahil mahirap ang assignments nila.
2. Play Documentation. Hindi namin alam ni Liezl ngayon kung saan hahagilap ng pera dahil hindi pa rin bayad ang lahat sa contribution. Ang medyo nakakatampo ay ang mga naningil agad ng mga inabono nila samantalang may documentation pang kailangan gastusan.
3. Bayad sa PolGov. Heto ang isa pang nakakadismaya, na nakaapekto sa budget sa documentation. Ginamit ni Pamela ang pera sa Kabuki bilang pambayad sa bayarang de Vera na yan. Makakatulong sana ang perang yon sa documentation.
   

Hindi ko alam kung makaka-abono pa ko dahil yung inutang ko kay Mama na P2000 ay di ko pa naire-reimburse sa fund... Hay..

ONAKULEOM on the Web

Once more, BBrC159 is making history with its roster of surprises here in the Internet world:

• The Website. www.ONAKULEOM.tk is probably the first of its kind in COC. A site containing all info (pix, teasers, synopsis) about RC 3-1's Official Entry to the 2007 Drama Festival.
• The Play. Again, we'll be broadcasting the entire play on the net, complete with English subtitles.
• The Teasers. We're having a series of teasers to present while waiting to post the play on March 2008*. Here's an example:

• The Mini-Plays. Along with the teasers, we'll also be posting the mini-plays our class has presented, the highlight of which is the Kabuki.

*Wondering why the broadcast is too late? Because honestly, I'm hoping for recognitions in the Sikat Awards that is why I'm going to put those citations, if ever we get any, in the video we're going to upload.

Ang Pagbabago ng Kulay ng RC 3-1

Siyam na araw makalipas ang napaka-memorable na araw na iyon, heto at isinusulat ko ang mga emosyon at alaalang ibinunga nito, di lamang sa akin kundi sa buong klase. Marahil hanggang ngayon, ang ilan sa atin ay di parin maka-'get over' sa mga naganap (isa nako dun) dahil sa sobrang pagka-overwhelm.

Hindi ko man kabisado ang eksaktong mga araw ng kaganapan, pero alam ko ang mga hirap na pinagdaanan natin bago ang playdate. Mula sa halos dalawampung konsepto, bumaba ito papuntang tatlo, hanggang sa isa na lang ang natira. Tatlong set ng writers ang dumaan sa konseptong ito. Si Joy na umabot sa puntong napaiyak dahil sa hirap na dinanas sa script, na siyang sinalo nina Glaiza at Shaidel, sa tulong ng ibang taga-share ng idea na sina Mearah, Bhey, Jerome, atbp. Ngunit sa bandang huli, hawig ng nangyari sa music video natin (naka-ilang konsepto pero sa pinaka-simple bumagsak), bumagsak ang play sa kamay nina Mart at Eca, ang dalawang marahil, para sa akin, ay di gaanong gusto ng klase. Naramdaman ko ito nang aminin namin ni Laeng ang gayong plano. Tila ba pinersonal sina Mart, ngunit ramdam ko rin ang pagka-tabla nang iharap ni Erica ang konsepto nila na siyang ikinatahimik ng lahat. Marahil, namangha sila.

Kasabay ng trabahong ito ang responsibilidad na kaakibat ng Youth Camp, na isang malaking factor sa pagbagal ng usad ng play. Mula sa financial contribution, oras, effort, concern, lahat ng ito ay nahati sa pagitan ng youth camp at ng play. Noong mga unang linggo ng Setyembre, halos walang pakialam ang lahat sa play, dahil matagal pa nga raw naman, at mas malapit na ang youth camp. Fine. Doon nagsimula ang hirap para sa amin sa side ng play production. Inumpisahan ng booth na iilan lang ang gumawa, at halos kalahati pa ata ng budget ang na-consume. Sinabayan ng auditions na umabot ng isang buong araw, at diretsong praktis pagkatapos ng ilang araw. At ilang araw ding na-move ang pictorial dahil sa audition at youth camp. Maging ang script ay tuluy-tuloy na nirevise, imagine, right before ng play, nagdadagdag-bawas pa ng linya? Sosi diba? hehe. Aside from that, nawalan rin tayo ng sponsor dahil sa delays na yan, kesyo kailangan daw kasi ng title at synopsis ng play, na wala pa during the time na naghahanap si Bibat.

Ang pinaka-kritikal rin sigurong parte ng produksyong ito ay ang OVERNIGHT. At di lang basta overnight, TATLONG magkakasunod na OVERNIGHT, right before the play. Lalo na ang overnight pagkatapos ng TDR kung saan kinailangan ng mga major revisions sa set at script. History-making na naman ata tayo dahil tayo lang ang may production staff (direks, pm, sm, actors, etc) na mga walang ligo during the play. O diba, pinanindigan nating tungkol sa basura ang play naten, dahil pati tayo eh literal na amoy basura.

May mga part siguro sa mga sinabi ko ngayon ang na-digest at ang ilan ay nai-elaborate, pero ang importanteng punto siguro dito ay ito: nagbago ang klase. Nagbago ang RC3-1. Ang mga magkakagalit, nagtulungan; ang maaarte, tumino (although hindi lahat); ang mga dating di tumutulong, lumabas; at sa huli, nagtrabaho ang produksyon bilang isang buong klase. Na-justify natin ang tunay na meaning ng isang play production: isang collaborative effort ng lahat ng bumubuo nito.

Sana, sa mga susunod na produksyon natin, ipakita natin na natuto na tayo. Heto siguro ang ilang mga pointers, hindi ko sure kung mag-aagree kayo, pero suggestion ko lang to:

1. Prioritize the production. Hindi porke may iba kayong responsibilidad, ise-set aside nyo na ang produksyon. Kung tutuusin, dapat ito ang unahin dahil isa itong practicum para sa atin. Hands on, kumbaga. Nagkakaroon tayo ng grasp kung pano ba talaga gumawa sa isang tunay na produksyon, di kagaya ng mga pure lectures o ng project/written requirements. Dito natin natututunan ang tamang values sa trabaho.
2. Know your limits. Ok lang ang mag-suggest, pero ang masusunod pa rin ay ang head, dahil sya ang may command responsibility. Pag panget ang produksyon dahil sa suggestion mo, hindi ikaw ang sisisihin, kundi ang head, dahil tinanggap nya ang suggestion mo. Kaya wag sana magtampo kung hindi lahat ng sa tingin mo ay dapat, ang nasusunod. Respeto na rin siguro para sa nasa posisyon. At isa pa, ayon nga sa kasabihan, "Ayusin mo muna ang trabaho mo bago mo ayusin ang trabaho ng iba." Kung ano ang posisyon mo, matuto kang lumugar.
   
3. Vote wisely. Ito siguro ang isang mahalagang aspeto na nakakalimutan natin. Minsan kasi, nilalagay natin ang isang tao sa isang posisyon para sa katuwaan, o di kaya naman dahil may personal kayong galit sa taong mas karapat-dapat sana sa posisyong iyon. May nangyayari pa ngang nagkaka-overlapping ng trabaho dahil ang taong nilagay mo sa isang posisyon ay mas nagfa-function sa ibang posisyon.
4. Mag-ipon. Wag tayong gumastos masyado kung alam nating may pera tayo ngayon. Yan ang isang problema ng Pinoy, nagfo-focus sa short-term goals at hindi sa long-term, kay a ang nangyayari, gaya sa klase natin, pag may produksyon at biglaang kailangan ng malaking halaga, walang mailabas dahil ipinambili ng luho ang sobra sa pera nya dati. Tandaan niyo, mas malaki na ang gagastusin natin sa mga susunod na produksyon. Siguro naman nababalitaan niyo yung mga tig-P5000 na contribution sa produksyon ng BAWAT subject ng fourth year nitong sem? Idea lang yan kung gano kalaki ang magagastos natin in the future.
5. Confront. Siguro imposible mangyari to, pero susubukan ko pa rin i-impart, dahil tinuro rin naman to sa Intra-Inter, na "the best way to solve your conflict is to talk about the conflict with the persons involved." Alam kong marami sa atin ang may mga inhibitions sa ibang kapwa kaklase, at ang unethical na nangyayari ay nasasabi ito sa ibang tao at hindi sa mismong tao, kaya ang labas, backfighting/tsismis. At sana, wag tayong mag-judge. Sabi nga sa La ABaKaDa Filipina, "hindi lahat ng nakikita mo ay totoo." Wag sana tayo basta mainis sa klasmeyt dahil irritated lang tayo sa kanya, i-analyze muna ang sitwasyon at matutong maging open-minded at understanding. In short, wag mag-maldita.
   
6. Cling to Him. Feeling ko nga, kaya di naging successful overall ang youth camp dahil in the first place, di sya spiritual. And same with the play. Ramdam ko nung prayer natin before the actual play, nasa Claro ang presensya ng Diyos. Hinipo nya ang puso ng bawat isa sa atin pati ang nanood. Imagine, tayo lang ata ang play na hindi dinaot ng audience, considering na mapandaot ang maskom. Oppositely, tayo lang ang nakapagpatawa, nakapagpa-kaba, at nakapagpaiyak ng audience, all in a single play.

Tatlong taon na tayong magkakasama, at may isang taon pa para patunayan natin na ang Section 1 ay nagkakaisa. Nasimulan na natin, sana maipagpatuloy pa. Sana tuluyan nating mapaganda ang kulay ng RC3-1.

Reminders [Play Obstacles]

1. Youth Camp na inoorganize ng klase. Idagdag pa dyan ang ilan sa cast na members pala ng facilitators ng youth camp. Kaya ang solusyon, hindi na sila ia-advance party at pinalitan.

2. Budget. Halos kalahati ang di pa bayad, at yung ibang nagbayad kalahati lang ang binigay. Guys, please, gawin nyo ang makakaya nyo para makabayad as soon as possible. Di kasi tayo masyadong makausad.

3. Stat Finals. Na gaganapin sa Huwebes, alas-7:30, if im not mistaken, sa room N616. Make or break pa to sa'min ni Pham dahil hindi kami inexcuse nung midterm (dahil sa DTA meeting ng mga PM) kaya wala kaming midterm.

4. Movie-TV Script. Muntik pa nitong sirain ang sked ng rehearsals kasi balak gawing Scriptwriting day ang Sunday at wala na lang praktis, pero after a deliberation, hindi naman sya natuloy. Ang point din kasi ni Heleena, dati pa binigay ung script kaya di pwede un gawing dahilan para di magpraktis.

5. Worksheet Assignments sa DTA. Na kailangan din ipasa before mag-end ang sem. Kawawa pa yung mga di bumili ng book dahil mahirap-hirap yung worksheet assignment nila. Dun sa mga di pa nagsa-signup sa www.nicenet.org, heto ang class key natin: S208Z6ZD36

6. Take Home Exam sa MMG. Para 'to sa mga di na-exempt sa finals. Kung gusto nyo nga pala ng copy ng report ko sa NonLinear Editing, kunin nyo lang yung file sa YahooGroups natin.

7. PolGov. Actually, siguro ung mismong prof lang yung problema dito, na napatunayan naman dahil sya ang may pinakamataas na poll votes sa site na ito.

Nostalgia

People will adore and love you for all the things you've done for them but will hate you for a single mistake... That's the irony of life...
- Ito ang quote ni Pamela na mula sa Spider-Man.

Bakit ang tinitingnan nyo lang sa tao ay kung ANO SYA, hindi kung ano ang KAYA NYA, ang potensyal nya?
- Ito naman ang quote ko na mula kay Edyran.

To become a good writer, you should not just write ideas, because all have ideas; you should recreate an atmosphere that shall embody your ideas.
-Ito ang quote galing kay Sir Cuenca.

Kahapon, magkahalong gulo at ayos ang naganap sa buong klase, at marahil, walang dapat na sisihin. Mahigit isang linggong pinagpasa-pasahan, dinagdagan, binawasan at binago ang script na nanggaling kay Joy at napunta naman kina Shaidel at Glaiza sa tulong nina Laeng, ako, Jerome, Mearah, at Heleena. Sa huli, napunta sa buong klase ang kinakailangang tulong upang matapos ito. Isang napaka-dakilang paghihirap. Isang napakalaking E-F-F-O-R-T.

Sa kabilang banda, aking ipinabasa ang di pa tapos na script kina Mart at Erica. Gaya nila, ni Edryan, ni Heidi, at ng comment ni Maam Viray sa mga script ng ibang section, iisa ang sinasabi: pang-TV. Asar diba? Nagpaka-effort para sabihan ng ganun? But the point is, no matter how much effort you give to something, if there's a chance that it will be rejected, then why not resort to a backup plan? At dyan nagsimula ang aking mala-evil plot.

Time ni Maam Maya nang utusan ko (as in todo pilit) si Erica at Mart na gumawa ng sariling script at the same time na nagbe-brainstorming ang klase para sa script ni Glaiza at Shaidel. Sinabi ko ang plano ko kay Laeng, ngunit kinumbinsi nya ako na wag kaming maglihim sa klase, kaya't heto at napaiyak kaming dalawa sa hirap ng kailangan naming gawin. Una kong sinabi ang bagay na ito kina Liezl, Patri at Archie, at sinabi rin nilang dapat ko itong sabihin. Sinabi ko naman sa kanilang inaalala ko ang reaksyon ng iba sa klase gaya nina Glaiza at Shaidel, Mearah, Lorman, Renz, Jerome, Jhuna Bell, Heleena at Jheng, dahil sila ang sa tingin ko'y maaaring magalit.

Nasa theater ang lahat, nag-uusap. Aking hinila saglit si Glaiza upang magpaliwanag. Wala ni dalawang-isip man lang, agad nyang hinarap ang klase at nagsimulang magsalita. Napaka-maunawain ni Glaiza, ngunit hindi ang klase. Nang magsimula na kami ni Laeng magpaliwanag, marami ang tila ba galit. Malaki ang paniniwala ko sa kakayanan ni Erica magsulat, at ito ay isang bagay na hindi kagaya ng sa ilan. Kesyo English daw ang forte nya, kesyo adaptation lang ang script ni Mart noong radio drama nila, kesyo bakit ngayon lang daw gumawa, at marami pang dahilan na di mo sukat akalaing babanggitin nila eh ang punto ko lang naman eh pagsulatin rin sina Erica kasabay ng kina Glaiza. Malisyoso na'ko pero pine-personal na nila si Mart at lalo na si Erica, at napatunayan ko 'yon dahil naramdaman din ito nina Adrian, Gary, Jozwealth atbp.

Inamin ni Jozwealth na hinahamon nya si Erica nang tanungin nya ito kung matatapos nya ito sa Biyernes. (Hello, kahit sinong propesyunal na writer di kayang gumawa ng 1 araw lang noh) Ngunit hindi siguro alam ni Joz na tinulungan nya pa ang mga taong ayaw kay Erica na pahirapan ito.

To make the long story short, pumayag ang klase na magkaroon ng dalawang script. At isang importanteng bagay na aking nalimutan ang naipa-alala sa akin ni Joz: It's my call. Sa huli, ako pa rin ang masusunod dahil ako ang binoto ng klase. Command responsibility, ika nga ni Maam Viray; ang mali ng produksyon, kasalanan ng PM.

Nang maayos na ang gusot, akin namang inungkat ang isyu tungkol kay Pamela at sa kanyang mala-Bob Ong daw na text message. Hindi kasi ako makapaniwala sa naging reaksyon ng iba. Hindi ko pa naabutan ang naging reaksyon umano ni Jheng sa text. At nang ikwento na nga ito ni Mearah, sabay din nyang pinaliwanag ang kanyang sarili bilang sagot sa text ni Pamela. Umamin pa nga ito na plastic nga sya, na syang sinagot ni Jozwealth sa pagsabing, "Implied na yun girl!" Hanggang sa natuklasan nga na nag-ugat ito sa pagkaka-absent nila sa PolGov, na ayon kay Mearah ay ipinagpaalam naman nila kay Pamela na aalis sila ng maaga tutal excused naman daw.

Ngunit nang dumating si de Vera at nagpahiwatig ng di pagsang-ayon, nag-desisyon si Pamela na mag-klase at na-absent tuloy ang iba. Kasunod ng pangyayaring ito ay ang naging away umano nila sa text tungkol sa chicken wire, hanggang sa pagkakasama ng class card ni Mart sa mga inexcuse na varsity. Absent si Pam, at ang inisip ng marami ay dahil sa isyu, ngunit nang makausap ko sya, may sakit pala ang kanyang ina, at nakumpirma ko ito nang tumawag ako sa bahay nila sa Napindan, Taguig. Natapos naman ang usapan na napayuhan ang isa't isa (sayang wala si Pam noon) na maging mahinahon sa lahat ng kilos.

Isang comic relief nang araw na iyon ang Spin-the-Bottle na di kalauna'y naging Spin-the-Baboy (Bezaleel). Maraming natuklasang mga rebelasyon. Kung magbe-break sina Russel at Christine sa kani-kanilang syota, ay sila umano ang magkakatuluyan. Si Bezaleel ay umamin din na "Crush lang naman di'ba?... Slight lang... Si Ed." na syang nagdulot ng sigawan sa mga kaklase natin.

Kinabukasan, Sept. 14, masaya naman kahit papaano kahit nakagalitan tayo ni Maam Pebre sa Youth Camp. Ang mga di nakapag-exam sa AD/PR ay sa araw na ito nag-exam, at ang mga essay nina Joy, Kelsey, at Barbie ay binasa sa klase ni Sir Cuenca.

Sa araw ding ito may na-realize na naman akong isang bagay, na marahil ay di ko pinahalagahan. Ang isang scriptwriter ay isang tagapaglikha. Maituturing na anak niya ang script na kanyang ginagawa, kabilang na ang gawa ni Joy o ni Erica o ni Glaiza at Shaidel. Dahil sa ideyang ito, maaari kong sabihin na walang karapatan ang sinuman na galawin ang obra maestra ng isang scriptwriter. Kahit sino ay maaaring magbigay ng puna ukol dito, ngunit sa bandang huli, nasa scriptwriter pa rin ang panulat. Siya ang magdedesisyon kung susundin o hindi ang iyong suhestiyon. At ito ay isang bagay na hindi nagawa sa kaso ni Joy. Pinakialaman namin nina Glaiza ang script ni Joy, na kahit ayos lang kay Joy, ay ethically inappropriate pa rin.

Ang prinsipyong iyon ang ipinahiwatig sa akin ni Erica, at ayon sa kanya, hindi nya hahayaan ang kahit sino na pakialaman ang gagawin niyang script (oh, baka may negative reaction dyan ha.. prinsipyo lang yan ng writer... hehe), kaya bagamat parehong konsepto ang gamit, iniba nya ang mga karakter at ang treatment dahil ayaw nyang bastusin ang likha nina Joy, at ayaw rin nyang masabihan ng manggagaya.

Akala siguro ng iba na nung umiyak ako ay dahil lang sa Drama Fest. Ang totoo, maliban doon, nalulungkot rin ako dahil hanggang sa ngayon, kahit third year na, may mga hidwaan pa rin sa pagitan ng ilan sa ating mga kaklase. Ayoko na lang magbanggit kung sinu-sino, dahil ayokong magsimula ng gulo at mag-ungkat ng nakaraan. Aabangan ko na lang ang susunod na mangyayari, at magdadasal na sana ay para ito sa ikabubuti ng lahat.