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...

###

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......

2108

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...