Hearts Abound

It is hearts day today and I went home from school carrying two white roses - which I bought for my Lola and Aunt.

Valentines day isn't such a lame day, as I previously thought it was.(I thought it was a highly capitalist celebration which obligates people to give and receive love in the form of every imaginable heart-shaped materials)

Valentines is actually a perfect excuse to be extra nice to others, the reason being that love is celebrated on this very day. It's a nice occasion to bring home flowers and to receive cake, and ask people eagerly how their day went, who greeted them, who gave them gifts. At school it's nice to ask around the plans of classmates going out on dates. It's a nice day to officially celebrate two or more people's special relationship especially when birthdays and Christmas would be far too long occasions to look forward too.

Feel the love today, or everyday. Happy Valentines Day!

Book Blowout

I recently celebrated my birthday and had these awesome books as gifts. I shall be reading them in between my heavy school workload because my curiosity can't be helped.

I'd like to thank Jhobs, Arnie and my dad. <3

Bimbo

Today marks the end of our college's three day job fair and it was an interesting experience going around the booths of the not so diverse and unfortunately few companies which were present.

There was a magazine company which some of my friends were eyeing. We were mentioning some of their qualifications like being in the know with the entertainment industry and being fashionable when I suddenly blurted out:  'well they might as well stated that they have openings for bimbos'.

We had a good laugh but my classmate Rachelle was taken aback at my hasty generalization. Good times. Good times.

Sablay Moments

Scene 1:

Maan: Sino nga ba ang founder ng KFC?

Me: Alam ko K yun eh.

Nina: edi si Kenny Rogers.

Scene 2:

Riza: Do you mean to say that my answer is wrong Prosec?

Prosec: Yes it is.

Riza: What do you mean by yes?

Scene 3: 

Maan: Ano nga ba yung game na nilaro natin kanina?

Me: Edi pass a message with a twist

Maan: ah, thank you.
(it was plainly: act the message)

Scene 4:

Joyce: Ano uli ang tagalog ng Firefly?

Riza: Farfly?

Maan: hahaha FARFLY

Me: edi tutubi.

Joyce: Ano ba wala namang ilaw yun eh.

Chin Up

Yesterday I found out what it is to still keep one's head up despite a fall. Literally and Figuratively.

Literal:

I had to be at school at 8:30 am to meet up with my team mates for the semi finals at the Dean's cup debate.

Going to school at rush hour entails me to take four public transportation: a jeep, an fx, a jeep and another jeep. I was worried I would be late so upon alighting the first jeep and walking a short distance to get to the fx, I was overtaking people but the next thing I knew, the ground had suddenly become nearer to me. Both my hands were touching the ground and my right knee was supporting my weight yet in an instant I helped myself up whilst carrying my heavy backpack and shoulder bag and acted as if nothing happened and headed for the fx.

Before meeting up with  my team mates who ran late, I headed to the clinic and requested for my wound to be cleaned. As the nurse was cleaning it, I shared that the last time I tripped and scraped my knee was way back in second grade. The punitive yet kind nurse upon finding out that I was a senior said that if I were her daughter she'd pinch me for being careless.

Figurative:

Upon listening to the first minute of the adjudicator's general comments on the debate about the motion: THW privatize police which was the chosen motion by our competitor for winning the toss coin, I knew our team lost.

There were no hard feelings of course and our team happily congratulated the CDE department and bade them luck at the finals.

Ate Iris who is a Debate Alumni told me that the policy our house created was difficult to support but added that what's important is that we had fun.

There are those days that things won't go as hoped for but it's a learning experience. I've learned that preparation is key. Why was I worried about being late in the first place? Because I knew I crammed  studying for prelims in French, our ppt for Dev Comm report, and my research on crime and punishment. Why did we lose at the semis? Because we weren't able to train and practice constructive and rebuttal speeches in the span of four days given to us to prepare.

Yet there's no use in dwelling on shortcomings. At best we won't repeat these actions and walk away as a bruise-free winner and at worst we will keep on encountering these types of situations until it's painful enough for us to endure and finally say, things will go as hoped for and as planned for.

Defending Word of the Lourd

My thesismates and I feeling ecstatic 
about the outcome of our thesis defense

Tips for a smooth sailing thesis experience:

1. you have to be passionate about your thesis topic

2. you have to be smart in selecting your groupmates

3. you have to be married to your thesis 

All these you have to endure for one year if you want to graduate on time or if you want to run the extra mile, go for the 'best thesis' award and graduate with flying colors :)

Grateful for Riza and Yanna who share the same interest as I on sociopolitical issues which have produced this thesis topic:

Satire as a Way of Presenting Sociopolitical Issues: A Study on the Perceptions of 3rd Year Comm Students on Word of the Lourd

End Call

I get two missed phone calls from an unknown number so I replied courteously asking who it was and asked how I may help him/her on the pretext that it could have been my future boss of this television station I applied work for.

Lo and behold the same number calls again awaking me from deep slumber and nope it was not my future boss. It was the voice of a man who I suspect is from the province judging from his accent. When I asked who it was he instead shot back a question asking me how old I was and said he was the one who sent a text earlier that day.

I apologized to him for the misunderstanding and told him I don't make friends with strangers on the phone. I didn't wait for a response and pressed 'end call'.

Checking my inbox after that I saw several texts from him saying that he dialed random cellphone numbers and when mine rang, he said he decided to bug me. He also sent an assuming text saying guessing that I was a teacher and shared that his sister is a primary teacher too.

I didn't bother anymore after that.

Really. Just really. People still do that nowadays. Apparently.

Letter of Regret or Not

I bid thee my apology for not updating my blog for two weeks now
The Lord knows what I've been up to and it's been challenging somehow
Much is required you see for a graduating student like me
I'll enumerate some highlights just so you'll leave this issue be


My group mates and I slaved for the ring-bound copy of our thesis
submitted it to our coordinator, adviser and panelist
We had a to make a one minute video about compassion
got a 99% and told myself this could definitely go on


Successfully implemented our Forum for Pook Libis
Learned so much just as the participants and after that we trained for debate for a bit
Speaking of debate, our department has reached the Semi-Finals at the Dean's cup debate
so pray for us, it's been 5 years and our dept. hasn't gotten the title since but it's never too late


Finished a book report and a report for Strategic Management Comm
Thankful as well that I was able to answer the questions at our Media Laws oral examination
So much has happened so much is pending still
and I've stressed a little but have been enjoying the experience while I'm still here

Pain is Beauty

When him and I exchanged letters after our high school graduation our letters contained similar content. We both said we had liked each other but because I thought it was not the right time to enter in a relationship given our age and maturity and his reason being that it was discouraged at their Church, we both thought to leave it at that.

One of the things I appreciated in his letter was when he apologized for always correcting me when I was at fault and quoted Proverbs 27:6; "Wounds from a sincere friend are better than kisses from an enemy."

Every time my dad talks to me regarding how "sungit, disrespectful, prideful" I am to my sister or to my grandmother or to my tita, I would defend myself of course and in the event I would end up crying because I do know to a certain degree that it is true.

Before we can correctly apply knowledge, we cite painful yet educational experiences.

My dad recently met a motor accident and had to have a knee surgery. This morning he told Bea to never ever drive a motorcycle.

I would look back to my high school experience of quitting the volleyball varsity team when searching for courage in the opportunities that come my way.

I had to sacrifice all my free time and to an extent, my academics when I joined the debate team in college for one semester and had to cry one or few times too due to stress but it was equivalent to one free and significant course to remove political apathy.

A pencil undergoes a painful process of sharpening before it becomes useful and only then could it serve its purpose.

A Lesson at a Job Interview

Who would have thought that I would be receiving a significant writing tip at a job interview. It was a highly appreciated piece of advice coming from an experienced writer at a television network.

Generally, she said that I write rather safely and conservatively but when I wrote about Migration and Globalization as my answer to one of the the essay questions she said it blew her mind and called me 'little nerdita'.

She said that there's no 'landi' in the way I write making the style of my writing very serious and heavy. When I asked whether it's about the content and if I should write about more controversial things she said, not necessarily and answered that it the way one uses language and encouraged me to play with words.

After expressing interest in me in the departments I could be part she invited me to another interview with a different department head. As I bade her goodbye I told her I would consider her writing tip and she told me I should go for it because I have it in me.

I would love to get feedback regarding the way I write. Upon the creation of this blog I told myself my only audience would be myself and a few intimate friends. Yet how do I grow as a writer without people having read my works and critique it for my personal and professional growth?

I'll try my best you guys :)