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Saturday, October 09, 2010

Belated Happy World Teacher's Day! (for my College Life)

Repost from the Facebook account of Arci Ramiro Formales on Wednesday, October 6, 2010 at 11:16pm

Pagbaba pa lang ng jeep, pagpasok sa gate ng Camp Crame Elementary School, labis na kaba na ang nararamdaman ko. Sa pila pa lang, parang gusto ko na ring umiyak, dahil nakikita ko ang karamihan sa mga batang katabi ko sa pila na nag-iiyakan na rin. Ayaw humiwalay sa mga nanay nilang ihahatid lang sila sa pinto ng classroom, iiwanan para mag-aral, at saka susunduin pagkatapos na anim na oras ng nakakatakot na learning session. Para akong isang batang ihahatid sa Barangay Health Center para pabakunahan. Ganun ang feeling kapag first time papasok sa school.

Hindi tulad ng mga kasama ko sa Row 1 (naks! Row ng mga matatalino!), hindi na ko dumaan sa Nursery. Unang sabak ko pa lang sa eskwela ay sa Kindergarten Class na agad ako inenroll (felling accelerated!) Dun ko nakilala ang misis na magtuturo sa amin ng mga kantang “Making Melodies”, “Mag-isip-isip” at “Bow-Bow-Bow, Belinda.” Itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Mrs. Barcelona. Medyo bugnutin siyang babae. Hindi ko na maalala kung kalian niya ako unang sinabihan ng “Beri Gud!”, pero hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan kung paano umiyak yung isang taga-Row 3 matapos niyang paluin dahil hindi maibigkas ang salitang ‘apple’ nang tama.

***

“Naku! Si Mrs. Elsie? Nanghuhubo yan pag bumagsak ka sa exam!”

“Oo nga! Naging teacher ko yan nung grade 3! Grabe yang magalit! Parang tigre!”

Sa tingin niyo ba, gugustuhin ko pang mag-Grade 1 matapos kong marinig ang ganitong mga kwento mula sa mga tiyuhin ko? Naging teacher din kasi nila noon ang aking magiging unang guro sa elementarya. Isa siya sa mga pinaka-sikat na guro sa Crame, hindi lang dahil sa isa na siya sa mga pinaka-matagal sa serbisyo, kundi dahil isa na rin siya sa mga pinaka-kinatatakutan.

Itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Mrs. Elsie. Sa kanya ko unang narinig ang mga katagang ‘chlorophyll’, ‘Least Common Denominator’, at ‘phonics’. Dahil din sa takot na baka hubuan din niya ako sa harap ng aking mga classmates, name-morize ko ang multiplication table sa loob lang ng 1 oras. At dahil din sa kanya kung bakit palagi akong may tatak na hugis star sa braso ko. Very Good ka sa spelling pag may ganun ka.

Pero hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan nung ako’y nasa Grade 2 na. Dahil napamahal na rin ang section namin sa kanya, nirequest pa niya sa Principal na siya ulit ang maging adviser namin. At siya’s pinagbigyan.

Araw ng Biyernes, Summative Exam Day. At hindi ko rin naman kasi mawari kung bakit ba ako nahuli sa pagsagot ng Mathematics part?

Mrs. Elsie: “Formales!!”

Arci: “70 po…”

Nahihiya pa kong isigaw ang nakuha kong score. 70 percent. Hindi pa umabot ng 75 para kahit pasang-awa man lang.

Mrs. Elsie: “70 ka?!! SIge tumayo ka dito sa harap!!”

Gusto ko nang maiyak. Katabi ko pa harap yung ibang mga taga-Row 2 at 3 na parang proud pa sa mga iskor nilang 60 percent pababa. Pinagtatawanan pa ako ng mga katabi ko sa Row 1.

Matapos ang mga pangyayaring yon, ipinangako ko sa sarili ko na palagi ko nang ire-reduce sa lowest terms ang final answer kapag mag-a-add ng fractions. Pambihirang titser. Pati siguro ang mga classmates ko hindi nakatulog nang gabing yon, matapos nilang makita ang kanang pisngi ng puwet ko. Tsk.

***

Bagong school, bagong environment, bagong classmates, bagong teachers. Mura pa ang tuition fee noon sa Roosevelt Memorial High School (na ngayon ay Roosevelt College na).

Grade 3 ako nang makilala ko ang aming adviser na tabingi ang mukha. (Oops! Don’t get me wrong, hindi ko po intensyong manlait). Na-stroke pala kasi siya, weeks before mag-open ang school year. Kaya malamang itatago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Mrs. Stroke.

Sa kanya ko natutunan na ang Valentine’s Day pala ay dapat ipinagdiriwang din sa klase. Kaya naman ansaya-saya namin nung February 14, 1998, para kasing may part 2 ang Christmas Party, may food at parlor games, except sa natanggap ko sa exchange gifts naming ‘something red’ ang theme. Kung alam ko lang na 3 pirasong California Apples lang pala ang matatanggap ko, edi sana hindi na ko nag-effort magpabili ng malaking heart-shaped na throw pillow para sa nabunot ko.

***

♫♫♪ “It’s our Science time,

it’s our science time

Get ready now

Because it’s our Science time” ♫♫♪

Sa Grade 4 adviser ko naman natutunan ang generic science song na ito. Si Mrs. Solar System ang isa sa mga pinaka-mabait, at pinaka-Astronomical sa mga naging teachers ko. Paborito niya kasing i-tackle ang mga planeta sa Outer Space. Sa kanya ko lang naman nalaman na ang mga planetang Uranus at Neptune ay amoy utot dahil sa ammonia at methane sa atmosphere nito. Siya rin ang nagturo sa amin kung paano magluto ng Pancit Bihon Guisado sa aming HELE (Home Economics and Livelihood Education) class, na di kalaunan ay siya na lang rin ang nagluto nang mag-isa niya dahil kinakabahan siya sa mga classmates kong hindi marunong humawak ng sandok at pot holder.

Binansagan din niya akong ‘Muntinlupa’ dahil minsan na rin akong pumasok sa klase niya na semi-kalbo ang tabas ng buhok, imbes na student’s cut.

***

Balik-public school ang drama ko nung Grade 5. Lumipat na kasi kami ng bahay nun. At sa pinakamalapit na school sa bago naming bahay, nakilala ko ang adviser naming si Miss Girl Scout.

In fairness, masasabi kong isa siya sa mga pinaka-magaling sa mga naging teachers ko. Siya rin ang nag-introduce sakin ng foot sack.

Public School 101!:

Ang “footsack’ ay isang pares ng telang tinahi at idinisenyo para iproteksyon sa paa, este sa sapatos, este sa sahig pala, kapag umuulan. Ito ay upang hindi maputikan ang sahig na pinaghihirapan din naman naming pakintabin.

***

Pero kung sino pa ang mga hindi namin adviser, sila pa ang mas tumatak sakin.

Isa na dito si ang kapatid ni Miss Boy Scout, na si Mrs. Boy Scout.

Gaya ng kanyang nakatatandang kapatid (oo, mas matanda si Miss Boy Scout kay Mrs. Boy Scout) may mga panahon na bugnutin din siya.

Patunay na dito ang naranasan ko sa canteen. Recess time, at nakapila na kaming lahat para sa everyday menu sa canteen na tig-da-dalawang pisong lugaw. At wala rin akong idea noon na 2 piso lang pala ang isang sandok ng, ayon sa kanila ay napaka-masustansya,pero napaka-masabaw na lugaw. Nagtanong ako sa kanya dahil siya ang nagsasandok ng lugaw. At hindi siya naka-uniporme o nakabihis panturo man lang.

Arci: “Ate, magkano po sa lugaw?”

Mrs. Boy Scout: “HA? Anong ate? Kapatid mo ba ako? Dalawang Piso!”

At hindi na ko naka-imik. Agad kong dinampot ang nagsesebong mangkok na may lamang lugaw, at pumunta sa dining area.

Sa Isip-isp ko: Sino ba yung babaeng yun? Ansungit! Akala mo kung sinong titser dito! Canteener lang naman!

At kinabukasan, nalaman ko na lang na siya pala ang magiging Science at EPP (Tagalog version ng HELE) Teacher namin. Siya lang naman ang nagturo samin kung paano magluto ng Menudo with Thousand Green Peas.

***

Meron pang isa.

Maingay at magulo ang classroom namin. Absent kasi ang isa sa aming mga subject teachers. Walang substitute. Biglang pumasok ang isang Ingleserang teacher na nung araw ko lang din na yun nakita.

Ang iba yata sa mga classmates ko medyo na-elib sa pagtalak niya in foreign tongue. Napangiti ang isa sa mga classmates ko na itago na lang natin sa pangalang Gracia Palm.

Miss Inglisera: “Why are you laughing? Is there anything funny in what I am saying?”

Gracia: (umiling lang)

Miss Inglisera: “Are you crazy?”

Gracia: (umiling ulit)

Miss Inglisera: “I thought you are crazy. Huwag niyong hayaan na tratuhin ko kayo na parang mga Grade 1!”

…at nag-Tagalog na si Miss Inglisera.

Nang dahil sa kanya, naging famous line na sa section namin ang “Are you crazy? I thought you are crazy”, sabay irap, then tawa.

***

Unang Taon sa Hayskul, at nabigyan ako ng pagkakataon na makapasok sa sinasabi nilang Best Private High School sa Antipolo.

♫♫♪ “For there is Only One, Dear Sumulong Memorial High School..” ♫♫♪

Yan ang unang bagong kantang natutunan ko mula sa adviser naming si Miss Filipiniana. Sa kanya ko rin natutunan na hindi dapat mawawala ang rug, hanky, at brochure sa bag mo. Pag may naiwanan kang isa, 5 pesos agad ang multa. Kung matigas talaga ang ulo mo, 15 pesos ang babayaran mo araw-araw.

Siya rin ang naging Filipino Teacher namin nung 2nd Year. Nagkaroon pa kami ng play sa Florante at Laura na sa classroom lang ginanap.

Nainis pa nga siya sa huling grupong nag-perform dahil bahagya nilang binago ang takbo ng kwento ng sikat na nobela ni Fransisco Baltazar.

Idagdag ba naman si Kagane (hindi ako sigurado kung ito yung eksaktong pangalan ng idinagdag na character) na imaginary character lang na nabuo sa malikot na isipan ng isa sa mga writers ng grupo. Okay na sana yung fighting scene ni Florante at ng dalawang kawawa kong kaklase na gumanap bilang mga leon. Pero mukhang balak pa yata nilang gawan ng sequel ang nobela. Ayon sa kanilang script, nag-ka-anak sila Florante at Laura, and they lived happily ever after.

***

“I’M NOT YET MAAAARIIIIIIIED!!!”

Ganyan ang naging tugon sa amin nang magkamali ang section namin (I – Pilot) sa pagbati sa kanya. Well, tama nga naman siya. She’s not yet maaaaariiiiiied.

Siya si Miss Menopausal. Miss pa lang siya, at hindi pa Misis (paulit-ulit nating banggitin para hindi natin makalimutan). Sa bansag pa lang, mahuhulaan mo na agad kung anong klaseng mood meron siya.

“You walk to, and fro, to, and fro, EVERYDAY!!!”, sabi niya sa classmate kong walang ibang ginawa kundi ang lumakad papasok at palabas ng classroom kada magri-ring ang bell.

“Stop chewing! Spit that!”, sabi naman niya sa classmate kong palaging may nginunguyang chewing gum.

“Remove that choker!!!”, pati ang kwintas na gawa sa Buddha beads na suot ng isa sa mga estudyante, hindi niya pinalampas.

Halos lahat ng mga estudyante ilag sa kanya. Para ka kasing mape-persona non grata sa buong Sumulong pag nasita ka niya.

***

Si Miss Doo-doo-lee naman ang isa sa mga masasabi kong pinaka-mean.

Bakit kamo ‘mean’? Ito ang eksena:

Classmate 1: “ambaho!”

Classmate 2: “ambaho nga! ulk!”

Classmate 3: “grabe, ambaho!” (sabay takip ng hanky sa ilong)

Hanggang sa lahat kaming nasa classroom ay dumadaing na dahil sa espesyal na amoy na pinasabog ng isa sa aking mga kaklase. Pag minamalas nga naman. At saka pa nag-alburuto ang alaga niyang amoeba kung kelang last subject na, at malapit na kaming i-dismiss.

Miss Doo-doo-lee: “Oo nga noh? Mabaho nga?! Saan ba nanggagaling yun? Tumayo nga kayong lahat!”

At tumayo ang lahat, maliban sa isa. AT SIYA NA NGA YUN!

Miss Doo-doo-lee: “Ay, alam na!”

Tsk. Tsk. Ang mean ni Ma’am noh?

***

Kung nakamamatay lang ang pagmumura, malamang nakasuhan na ng multiple murder itong guro naming si Mr. Biology.

“Aba’y mga PU+@~*&$%^ NINYOW!”

Ganyan lang naman siya pag napipikon samin. Mura with a twist! May puntong taga-Morong. Mahusay kasi kami (II – Sampaguita) pagdating sa mga delaying tactics. Lahat ng mga pinaka-non-sense na tanong ay itatanong namin sa kanya, twice or thrice, upang makaiwas lang sa pakikinig sa isa nanamang nakaka-antok na discussion tungkol sa prokaryowtik at yukaryowtik cells.

“POW+@&#*@#@&**~% NINYOW!”

Maraming beses pang naulit ito. Ang iba ko yatang kaklase parang nag-e-enjoy pa sa pakikinig. Tatawa pa sila nang patago pagkatapos niya kaming murahin. Lalo na yung classmate kong nasa front row center aisle. Kung makatawa, akala mo nag-joke lang si Sir.

***

2nd year high school ako nang makilala ko ang Intermidiate Algebra. Unfortunately, hindi ko siya gusto, kaya hindi kami naging close sa isa’t isa. Yan lang naman kasi ang itinuturo sa amin ni Mr. Lavender, isa sa mga Mathematicians sa school, na mas willing pa yatang turuan ang black board kaysa sa mga estudyante niyang dinudugo sa x andy symbols.

Sa era niya nabuo ang tinatawag naming “Great Chain of Unity”, kung saan lahat kaming magka-kaklase ay nagtutulungan upang matuto at pumasa. Ito ang chain na mistulang sindikato habang wala pa ang guro. Mabilisan ang operasyon. Pero pag paparating na siya, que se jodang hindi pa kumpleto ang sagot ng mga nasa buntot ng chain, parang may magic na magbabalik ng mga upuan namin sa tamang puwesto nito. In 5 seconds, mistulang pang-model class na ulit ang seating arrangement namin. Bongga!

***

Si Mrs. Rizal ang isa sa mga pinaka-paborito ko. Very approachable, at kuwelang magturo. Parang may built-in speakers with extra bass ang kanyang lalamunan, kaya hindi ka aantukin sa period niya.

Siya lang naman ang promotor ng aming Noli Me Tangere play. Si Padre Salvi pa nga ang ginampanan ko noon kung hindi ako nagkakamali. Naging comedy pa nga ang presentation ng grupo namin, nang makita ang kulay gold na panty na suot ng classmate kong bakla habang kinakaladkad siya sa isang eksena.

***

Tuwing break period, kailangan lalabas ng classroom ang lahat ng estudyante. Bawal ang may maiiwan sa loob. Kaya hindi ko rin malaman kung anong pumasok sa kukote namin ng isa sa mga closest classmates ko, at naisipan naming mag sound-trip sa loob ng bakanteng classroom.

♫♫♪ “…never can, never will, can’t hold us down!” ♫♫♪

Gamit ang cassette ng isa pa naming classmate na may rehearsal yata ng sayaw nung araw ding yon, sobrang enjoy na enjoy kaming sabayan ang kanta ni Christina Aguilera. Ilang hakbang na lang pala ang layo ng aming YLC noon na si Mrs. Dao Ming sa pintuan ng classroom, na nag-i-ikot nga pala sa buong building tuwing break time, para manghuli ng mga estudyanteng matigas ang ulo. Sumilip siya sa room. Pero dahil majikera kami, bigla na lang namatay ang music, at para kaming si Sadako na bigla na lang gumapang sa sahig papunta sa ilalimng mga arm chair. Siyempre para magtago. Luckily, hindi niya kami nahuli.

***

At dahil may mga teachers kami noon na feeling nila ay subject lang nila ang lalamanin ng report card namin, araw-araw nagmimistulang Physics Class ang aming English Class.

Paano? Saan ka ba naman naka-attend ng English IV period na may mga naghihinang ng mga microchips. Soldering Iron ang activity ng mga estudyante (requirement ni Mr. Shining Sun) habang ang dini-discuss ng teacher sa harap ay Subject-Linking Verb-Subjective Complement sentence structure. Why not? Two subjects at the same time, for faster learning!

Ang English Teacher din naming yun ang siyang naging daan ng iba sa amin upang makahabol sa pagpasa ng reflection paper sa subject ni Mrs. Rizal.

Mrs. Animalistic: “And who is that man inside the jail?”

Tinuro niya ang dino-drawing ng isa kong classmate sa kanyang intermediate pad. Parang naweirdohan yata siya sa ginagawa ng classmate ko, na hindi naman bahagi ng aming discussion.

Lyka: “Tata Selo.”

Casual lang ang naging sagot ng aking classmate. Mas bet niya yatang maging best in Filipino, kaysa maging Best in English. Tameme na lang si Mrs. Animalistic. Barado.

***

Sino ba naman ang makakalimot kay Mrs. Abstract?

Costume Day namin nun. Parte ito ng paggunita sa United Nations Day. Pabonggahan ang ilan sa mga may perang pang-rent pa ng national costume. Makukulay na Kimono, Egyptian Dresses, Filipiniana, Barong Tagalog, at may nag-Body Paint pa. Malong naman para sa mga nagtitipid. Pero ang hindi nagpa-kabog ay ang isa sa mga Economics Teacher sa school. Hindi siya nagpaka-Chinese o American o African sa kanyang napiling costume. Dahil isa siyang proud na Sumulongnian, ginamit niya ang complete set ng girl’s proper uniform, hindi nga lang namin alam kung kanino niya ito hiniram.

Napaka-simple – blouse, skirt, ribbon, ID, white socks, black shoes, at pig tail na buhok.

Ang isa pa sa mga hindi ko kinaya ay noong may Christmas Program kami. Kaputukan pa noon ng Telefantasyang Mulawin, at iyon ang napili niyang costume para sa kanyang song number.

“Ikaw Nga” by Southborder. Ang themesong ay naaayon sa costume. Hindi ko nga lang mawari kung ano ang problema sa audio. Garalgal ba talaga yung mic, o talagang hindi niya na-practice ang tamang lyrics ng kanta? Hindi man niya na-achieve ang minimithing Alwina look, aliw na aliw naman sa kanya ang mga estudyante niya. Siya na nga ang Sugo ng mga Mulawin!

***

Kolehiyo na ako, at mas-karakter na mga guro pa pala ang naghihintay sakin. Sa Politeknikong Unibersidad ng Pilipinas ko nakilala ang mga alamat at nagpapaka-alamat pagdating sa pagtuturo. Sa pagkuha ng kursong Bachelor in Broadcast Communication, nakita ko ang malaking kaibahan ng mga propesor sa major at minor subjects.

“Good Morning. Now pick-up the pieces of paper and give some space on both sides.”

Sabay dasal, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. Our Father, Who art in heaven…”


Si Professor Braguda ay nakakatakot, literal. Isa siya sa mga professors namin na hindi pwedeng hindi ka naka-corporate attire kapag magpe-present ng report. At huwag mo rin tatangkaing kumanta ng “Since U Been Gone” ni Kelly Clarkson hangga’t hindi pa siya nakakalabas ng classroom, dahil minus 20 ang ipapataw niya sayo. Siya rin ang nagpakilala samin kay “Ted, the Friendly Olive.” Broadcast Announcing and Performance ang subject na kanyang itinuturo, pero para kaming bumalik sa Grade 1 matapos niya kaming paulit-uliting pagbigkasin ng mga salitang may syllables na ‘schwa’sound.

***

Si Professor Peggy’s Cove naman ay tumatak din sa amin dahil sa… well, Peggy’s Cove.

***

First time kong makakita ng Professor na hindi sumisigaw ng “Quiet, please!” kapag nagsasaway ng maingay na klase. Sa halip ay gagamit ng whistle, na parang traffic enforcer. Legend na raw siyang maituturing sa PUP. Proud pa niyang ikinukuwento sa amin na naging estudyante niya si Bayani Agbayani.

“PRRRRT!!!”

Si Professor Palong ay isa sa mga pinaka-kontrobersyal. Siya lang naman ang gumulantang sa block namin matapos niyang bigyan ang bawat isa samin ng kagulat-gulat na final grade sa class card. Masuwerte ang mangilan-ngilang nakatanggap ng highest grade na 1.75, medyo maswerte rin kaming mga nakakuha ng 2.0. Pero mas nakaka-awa ang mga nakakuha ng 2.75 at 3, mga aspiring Cum Laudes pa man din. Pero wala nang mas nakaka-awa pa sa isa kong classmate na tila invisible yata sa paningin ni Prof. Palong sa tuwing magle-lecture siya ng College Algebra.

Classmate 1: “Bakit umiiyak si Isabel?”

Classmate 2: “Eh ‘Withdrawn’ yung nakalagay sa class card niya eh.”

Parang gumuho ang mundo ng classmate kong si Isabel, hindi niya tunay na pangalan. Palaging ‘present!’ ang tugon niya sa tuwing magche-check si Prof. Palong ng attendance, pero tadtad ng Absent mark ang kanyang attendance nang kanya itong ipa-double check.

Hindi rin talaga naming mahulaan kung paano siya nag-compute ng grades namin. Marahil, siya mismo ay nanghula na lang din. Mabuti na lang masuwerte ako nung araw na binibilugan na niya ang mga grades naming tila hinugot lang sa hinuha.

***


Trivia:

Sa college, pag sinabing ‘Irregular’ ang isang estudyante, ibig sabihin siya ang gumagawa ng sarili niyang schedule para sa mga papasukan niyang subjects. Maaaring may kulang pa kasi siyang subject from the previous semester, kaya hindi siya mapa-bilang sa isang block.

Trivia:

Alam niyo ba na may ‘irregular’ ding professors? Iba pa ito sa mga part-time professors. Sila ang mga prof na may fixed schedule, pero papasok lang kung kelan nila gusto. Para silang mga kabute, hindi mo mahuhulaan kung kelan susulpot.

Bilang estudyante, dapat magaling ka ring mag-hunting ng mga ganitong klaseng professors, lalo na kung ikaw ay graduating, o di kaya naman ay naghahabol ng requirements para sa Dean’s Lister.

Si Professor Socio ang isa sa mga most exceptional irregular professors of all time. Dalawang araw ang kanyang niliban bago siya unang pumasok sa aming klase. Matapos ang una naming meeting, 2 linggo na ulit ang lumipas bago ulit siya pumasok. At matapos ang pangatlo naming pagkikita sa classroom, bigla na lang siyang hindi nagparamdam samin.

Malapit nang matapos ang school year kaya naman puspusan na ang entrapment operations ng section namin para mahuli sa Main Campus ang naturang prof. Magaling siyang magtago at tumakas. May sa-Robin Hood din si Sir. Pero hindi siya umubra sa isa kong classmate, na nakipag-patintero pa sa kanya sa West Wing, makuha lang ang minimihing class card.

***

Five types of weather:

  1. Sunny
  2. Rainy
  3. Cloudy
  4. Stormy
  5. Rainbow

“What?! Rainbow?!”

Malamang yan ang naging reaksyon ng buong klase matapos itong marinig mula sa Ecology Professor namin. Kahit yata mga pre-school, mukhang hindi sa-sang-ayon listahang ito.

Sa kalagitnaan ng nakakawindang at nakakatawang diskusyon sa aming Ecology Class, isa sa mga classmates ko ang nag-recite at nag-maasim.

Kat-Tun: “Sir, diba po ang definition of weather ay ‘the state of the atmosphere at a given time and place, with respect to variables such as air temperature, moisture, wind velocity, and barometric pressure?’

Professor Gold: “Yes.”

Kat-Tun: “Tapos po diba yung definitinion ng rainbow ‘is an optical and meteorological phenomenon that causes a spectrum of light to appear in the sky when the Sun shines onto droplets of moisture in the Earth's atmosphere?”

Professor old: “Yes.”

Kat-Tun: “So nasaan po yung ‘air’ dun?!”

Sabay upo.

Kaming lahat: “Taaaaamaaa!!! Woooohhh!!!”

At dahil mga aspiring Broadcasters kami, isa ulit sa mga classmates ko ang bigla na lang bumanat:

Milkshake: “Kung weather po ang Rainbow, edi dapat ipino-forecast din siya? Parang ‘There will be scattered rainbows all over Metro Manila?’”

*laugh trip*

At namula sa kahihiyan ang professor. Tila gusto niya yatang isumpa ang textbook na nagpahamak sa kanya.

Ang information na yun ay mistulang virus na mabilis kumalat sa CoC campus. Naging paboritong tanong din ito sa Question and Answer portion ng Miss Gay Lotto na ginaganap araw-araw sa lobby at sa carpark.

Host: “The question for you is ‘Do you believe that rainbow is a weather?’”

Contestant: “No. Because I belive that it’s just a decoration in the sky. Thank you very much!”

*appluse*

Ang professor din na yon ang tumawag sa section namin nang kakaibang pangalan.

BBrC 4-1d – meaning Bachelor in Broadcast Communication 4th year, section 1, day shift

BBrC FourOne dash D – meaning Bread and Breakfast Condominium Unit 41-D?

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Tunay nga namang mga masasayahin ang mga BroadComm students. Kaya kahit absent ang professor, enjoy na enjoy parin silang manatili sa loob ng mainit na classroom.

May mga professors nga lang talaga na hindi naiintindihan ang katotohanan na ang kolehiyo namin ay hindi seminaryo di kaya’y school for the deaf.

Isang nagngangalit na babae ang pumasok sa classroom namin sa kalagitnaan ng aming mini-concert. Nanginginig, at tila mangangain ng bata anumang oras. Hindi ko na matandaan yung mga eksaktong sinabi niya samin. English kasi. Pero isa lang naman ako sa mga napagdiskitahan niya nang makita umano niya akong nakasimangot habang tumatalak siya.

Professor Cheese: “I just wonder, what is the meaning of that face?”

Arci: “Ma’am?”

Professor Cheese: “That face. That facial expression. Are you angry at me?”

Arci: “Hindi po Ma’am. Ganito lang po talaga ang mukha ko.”

Gusto nang sumabog ng mga kaklase ko. Pigil na pigil ang kanilang pagtawa.

Hindi naman niya ako masyadong napuruhan. Lumabas din siya ng classroom, at doon naman sa kabilang room diumano nag-i-iyak dahil sa sobrang inis.

***

Balik naman tayo sa mga tunay naming professors.

Isang professor naman ang nagpakitang-gilas samin, hindi sa pagtuturo, kundi sa paggawa ng eksena sa pagtuturo.

Hindi naman kasing-hina ng boses ni Prof. Braguda ang boses nitong si Professor Conde. Gusto lang yata talaga niyang ipagmalaki samin na siya ang voice talent ng character ng malupit na lolo ni Cedie, ang Munting Prinsipe. Proud din niyang ikinuwento sa amin na naka-trabaho na rin niya sila Prinsipe Jumong at Jang Geum ng Jewel in the Palace. Kaya bilang patunay, palagi siyang may bitbit na cassette sa classroom. Akala namin nung una, meron lang kaming guess-that-song-title game na gagawin. Pero kakabitan lang pala niya ito ng wired lapel mic, at saka mag-u-umpisang magturo.

Gaya ng ibang kong mga classmates, hindi rin ako nakaligtas sa pang-a-award niya. Medyo mahigpit din pala kasi siya, hindi lang halata.

Nangyari ito nang minsan akong tinawag ng isa kong volleyball teammate na nasa labas ng classroom, habang kami ay nakatunganga. Ay, este nakikinig pala.

Arci: “wait lang!”, sabay taas ng kanang kamay ko.

Prof. Conde: “Yes, are you raising your hand?”

Bigla niya akong tinawag sa pag-a-akalang gusto kong mag-recite. Tinalakan niya ako nang bongga nang sinabi kong “wala po.”

***

Siyempre, ang highlight sa listahang ito, ang guro namin na isang certified internet sensation.

Sino ba naman ang hindi makaka-alala sa kantang “Little Quantum”? May video pa ito na in-upload ng isa sa mga pinaka-mabait kong classmates. Si Dr. Coconut Shell ay isang natural comedienne. Palabiro, at mapagbigay rin.

Pinaka-hindi ko makakalimutan ay nang nagkaroon kami ng despedida concert party sa room. Nakatakda na kasi siyang lumipad patungong Singapore para sa isang churva seminar about digital broadcasting. Kanya-kanyang showcase ng talent ang mga bakla’t tambolina. May kumanta, sumayaw, at nanlait. Pero mas pinasaya kami ng doughnout na kanyang ipinabili para sa section namin.

At kung eksena lang din ang pag-uusapan, siyempre hindi siya magpapakabog. Kung ang ilan sa aming mga professors ay may dalang whistle at cassette, siya naman ay may dalang fixed landline telephone. Ito ay para matawagan ang kanyang mga kaibigan at katrabaho. Mas convenient daw kasi ito kaysa cellphone.

May pagka-makakalimutin nga lang si Ma’am. Matapos makipag-chikahan at makipag-tawanan sa telepono sa loob ng 10 minuto, bigla na lang niyang tinanong kung sino na nga ba ulit ang kausap niya.

***

Ilan lang sila sa mga taong aking iginagalang. Kung isasama ko pa kasi ang lahat dito, malamang aabutin ako ng susunod na World Teacher’s Day.

Hindi ko intensyon na mapagtawanan sila sa ginawa kong ito. Ang gusto ko lang iparating sa note na ito ay katulad din ng mga estudyante, may mga pagkakaton din na nagkakamali at nagkukulang sila. Kaya nararapat lang na bigyan natin silang lahat ng respeto. Kung wala sila, malamang, wala din ako sa kung anong propesyon ang tinatahak ko ngayon.

Isang pagpupugay para sa lahat ng ating mga guro!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

four years of friendship.one section.BBRC159.

(Repost from Edryan's Multiply account)

Halos apat na taon din kami nagsamasama ng mga ito sa loob ng isang klasrum, apat na taon na punong puno ng mga masasaya, malulungkot at hindi makakalimutang mga pangyayari, madaming mga nagbagao sa amin, ngunit ang samahan na hindi matatawaran ay patuloy pa din na naroon at hindi nagbabago.

Maraming nabuong pagkakaibigan ang apat na taon naming pamamalagi sa aming kolehiyo, pagkakaibigan na hindi mapapantayan ng sino man, mga bagay na hindi malilimutan na nabuo sa nilumpon na apat na taon,ang mga tawanan ng bawat isa sa amin sa bawat pagpapatawa nila Ronald, Archibald at bezaleel ang mga biruan na animo’y walang pagsidlan sa sobrang dami,ang mga away bata na ni sa kisap ng mata ay tinatawanan na lamang namin ngayon.

Apat na taon, ng hirap at saya, hirap na sa araw araw ay kailangan mong magaral ng leksyon upang pumasa sa mga pagsusulit na ihahain ng iyong propesor, hirap na sa bawat pagpupuslit ng mga kopyahan na masasabing parte ng aming pagaaral bilang isang estudyante.

Masaya ako sa seksyon na aking napuntahan, seksyon lamang namin ang nakapagpaiyak ng propesor, nakapagpawalk-out ng propesor, nakasagot ng pabalang sa propesor, nakapagpasaya ng sobra sobra sa aming propesor at tanging estudyante lamang ng aming seksyon ang muntik ng makasuhan ng aming mahal na propesor.

Hinding hindi namin makakalimutan ang mga overnights naming sa eskuwelahan upang matapos lamang ang isang play at maitanghal ito ng buong galak, ang mga pagkataranta sa bawat productions o booth man na gagawin, ang mga ambagan na nagpapasimangot sa amin kapag masyado ng malaki sa laman ng bulsa namin upang ibigay, ang mga intermission numbers sa bawat gap ng eskuwelahan na pinamumunuan ni mearah, ni jozwealth at ng iba pa, habang walang tigil sa pagtawa sit racy, joy, michelle at tinie.

Ang mga meetings ng mga grupo na animo’y kung ano ang pinaguusapan, ang mga balita t tsismis na umikot sa paligid ng bawat isa sa amin.

Masasabi kong mapalad ako at napabilang ako sa seksyon na ito, masaya ako at nakilala ko ang 42 estudyante na magkakaiba ng ugali, at ang karanasan ko na matuto sa bawat isa sa kanila, magmula sa abanilla hanggang villalon.

Masaya ko na makatagpo ng mga tunay na kaibigan sa seksyon na ito, mga kaibigan na palaging nasa tabi ko pag may problema o masasayang mga pangyayari na naganap sa akin, mga tunay na kaibigan na handing tumulong kahit anong oras, masaya ako na makapagbahagi ng ngiti sa kanila at mga kwento

Kulang ang apat na taon sa aming lahat, ngunit ang lahat ng ito ay may katapusan. ngayon, mabibilang na lamang sa aming mga daliri ang araw na magkikita kita ang bawat isa sa amin, malapit na ang aming pagtatapos, at kagaya ng blog ni mujay, ang iba ay malalayo na sa amin, ang iba ay hindi na rin namin makikita sapagkat uuwi na ang mga ito sa probinsya, ang iba naman ay magiging abala na sa trabaho na kanilang pinasukan, pero ang mga bagay na hindi namin makakalimutan ay ang mga samahan na nagpatibay na aming pagkatao.

Wala na ang maagang pagising sa umaga, at paghahabol sa oras ng subject,ang mga assignments ang mga libro at bayarin, wala na ang mga tawanan na yumayanig sa tenga namin, itoy unti unti nang hihina pansamantala,wala na ang away bata, wala na ang mga productions na gahol naming ginagawa.


Sa buong RC 4-1D BATCH 2009,SALAMAT SA LAHAT.ALAMAT.

Ito ang ilan sa mga naipong larawan ng seksyon natin sa apt nation natin pagsasama.=’)

credits to archie lenchico and mimz gonzales for some of the pictures posted and jerome ricamata for the song.=))

(To see Edryan's Slideshow, click here>>)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

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...

Sunday, November 11, 2007

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.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

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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Monday, November 05, 2007

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

Sunday, November 04, 2007

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.

Friday, November 02, 2007

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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