The CSB Experience 2: Aperture

                I’m so happy! I finally learned the basics with regards to handling an old SLR camera, a Nikon FM3. I bought last Saturday two rolls of film, each composed of 24 shots with ISO100.

     First photoshoot of the week: Correct exposure. Mrs. Ofrasio taught us about the functions of the FM3, and how to use it. We had the film speed set to 1/125 sec. and the ISO to 100. Using the viewfinder I could see at the side a bar bearing the film speed markers, a blue bar highlighting the current film speed used, and a black bar is the the aperture thing that is needed to set according to the film speed.

    Half-pressing the shutter-release button as well as moving the aperture ring, I could adjust the black bar and place it on or near the designated film speed. For about an hour, I only took 13 out of 24 available shots. I had the worst luck of rewinding the film up to the point I forgot not to let inside the very tip of the film. Aww, schucks!

    Not to worry hehehe. Sometime this week, I’m gonna go to Quiapo and make contact prints out of the 13 shots I made.  😀

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The CSB Experience 2: Wise Draftsman’s Land of Wigs at the Edge of Night

           Concluding the first of 14 weeks into the third term, I started my day with a 2:45-5:45 pm class called Deskpub/Desktop Publishing (an obsolete term for the subject, as said by my prof). My professor is Mr. Magallanes and he had us fall into this gimmick of using a verb describing ourselves 7 years from now. Due to that, we’ll be known for the rest of the term as to what verb we used. In my case, I’m now known as “Wise”. Nice, right?

    One by one, randomly he had each of us stand in front of the class and let them give out their first impressions about the person standing. In my case (redundant!), 1st impressions about me ranges from “smart” to “shy” to “smart” and “friendly” and “smart”. Sabi ko na nga ba!

     After dismissal, I waited for about an hour before my last class would commence, a 6-9pm class called “Techincal Drawing” which is known to some schools as “Drafting”. My prof’s may seem to be a “oh-it’s-one-of-those-boring-teachers” but after knowing that he’s been in the teaching profession for seven years, then I expect that we in class would learn from him.

          Before I go to sleep (I have classes at 9 in the morning the next day), I have some fast notes to share:

1. Bobby told me Anton had transferred from CSB to the Philippine School of Interior Design in Makati.
2. Hoogie’s hair is back to its DV1 1st term clean cut hair style.
3. Jiko’s back pala from abroad. Saw him earlier at the lobby and later in the SDA caf.
4. Rex’s my classmate for Desncon
5. Inna and Aje are my classmates for NSTPCWS
6. Franzi’s my colleague once again in the same room, same day but different subject called Deskpub.
7. I mistook Gilbert’s hair a while ago as a wig. No offense though, gulat lang ako. Peace!
8. Carlo, Aje, Alex, and Katriz are my Techdrw pals.
9. Looks like Main’s 1st Floor Benilde Hall is in for a slight face lift in and out (Backgate doing renovations,  ‘No Smoking Area’ upuan place is now gone, and entrance to Main Caf is getting fresh cement).
10.  Raymond’s hair is back to its DV1 1st term hairdo. 😀

BTW, watch this clip, sobrang laughtrip (warning: Fil-Am adult cartoon that’s meant to be watched by mature people): The Nutshack!

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The CSB Experience 2: The Second Third Third Day FOR LIFE!

      Good thing I haven’t changed my regular Monday routine so that I don’t have to feel so ngarag every single school day of the third term where I had my schedule completely overhauled from my previous second term settings.

         First class of the day would be Sondesn (Sound-Dess). I know for a fact that we’re going to have class inside a recording studio, the question is: Where? My EAF tells me that my class is in A1014, located in-between 1004 and 1015, both computer laboratories. My prof’s name was listed as “Henry Bolo“. Nothing out of the ordinary really, but I noticed that he bears a very thick American accent (not konyo) whenever he speaks English but at the same time, a very fluent and eloquent use of the National Language . Basing from those observations I could tell that he really is from the business.

           But other than that, there’s something more to it. Turns out, he’s also a (seemingly now former) DJ of WRR 101.9 For Life, a masa station that is now known for its present name “Alam Mo Na Yan! 101.9 For Life“, with the call letters being dropped from the name (Laking WRR kaya alam ko ito hehehe). Prior to his stint to WRR, his used to work for Advance Media Systems (DWKX/103.5 k-Lite, now 103 1/2 Max FM) and Quest Broadcasting, Inc. (DWTM/Magic 89.9). Now I know that me and my classmates are truly on a roll! Looking forward what I’m going to be taught about with regards to audio mixing, mastering, recording, and voice acting (clearly a far cry to his happy-go-lucky persona in WRR). All of a sudden I felt kinda repetitive.

       Following Sondesn, I have Desncon (Desk-Con) or Design Concepts. It’s a follow up to my previous prerequisite (Desprin/Principles of Design) but this are more focused not just in theories and concepts per say but also interpreting such that are found in design. My prof is a graduate of CSB’s former Interdisciplinary Studies Program (Don’t know if it has a present counterpart today). She, thoughnew in teaching in CSB, is all too familiar to life as a CSB student. Our room, A701, is the largest of all the classrooms in SDA’s 7th floor. She stressed that her subject may be 90% discussion, ten percent would come from doing plates as it’s required for the subject.
  
Our first activity was to design a movie poster on a piece of paper and explain why people should watch this particular type of movie via several graphic organizers like planning charts and spider webs. Fortunately, I happened to watch a good old-house horror movie the night before, an Italian pre-apocalyptic film called “Demonii” or “Demons” in English. It’s about a group of people who were mysteriously invited to watch a screening of a movie inside a supposedly new theater. But unknown to them, they are turned into demons one by one and the few remaining survivors must find a way to escape before they get infected and turn into one.

     Note though that this is no B-movie zombie flick because they are not dead before reanimating into zombies, the wounds inflicted by demons would turn them into one. This is of course was given no clear explanation, but its primary cause was that the first human that turned into one wore this certain mask that has the ability to break hell loose. It has a somewhat happy ending nevertheless.

I hope my last two professors tomorrow would be as nice as the one I have as of now.

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Batang Sumbungera/Snitch

     This one came from the same comic book collection about people in their awkward teenage years. It’s about a b*tchy snitch and the irony of being one:

    Once, there’s this girl in class who was trying to mind her business when a guy bully was making fun of her, calling her names and stuff that irrates her. After class, she told her teacher that she’s being making fun at by the boy so the teacher scolded him. The guy became angry and told to his buddies that he was snitched by a “b*tch”.

     Now, the girl was in the hallway and felt that she’s being followed by the guy’s friends. They did, but when they were able to caught her up, one of them scolded the girl, telling her never be a snitch ever. After that they left.

    At recess, she saw a friend of hers on the hallway and came with her outside. They went inside one of the fuzzy bushes in school grounds where they each light a cigarette and smoked. The girl suddenly wondered that for the longest time that they’ve been smoking on that place for a long time the school still haven’t found out about it.

    Her friend suddenly saw her barkada (who are kabarkadas to the guy bullying her) and went on her way. But the girl insisted on coming with her, saying she doesn’t want to be alone so her friend tagged her along. The gang were hanging out on one side of the school building’s wall, and when they saw the girl, they were b*tchy towards her.

    A mean girl within the group was extra-b*tchy to the poor girl, comparing themselves as characters from a teen show called “Beverly Hills 90210”. The mean girl compared herself to “Kelly”, a character in the show, and the poor girl to “Brenda”, another character who was known for the controversial departure of its portrayer, Shannen Doherty, thus “Brenda” was written off the show pretty much the way they want the poor girl to go away from their group.

   Then the guy who bullied the girl from earlier said to the mean girl that what she said was mean. He advised the poor girl to leave, citing “this place is no place for someone like you”.

    Disappointed, she went on her way and made tambay with another set of her smoking “friends”. But before they could light up a smoke, they checked if there are no adults within the premises or else they dead! One of the puffy smoker girls complained about the girl’s friend who was being b*tchy to her. Her reason: The puffy smoker girl felt like the girl’s friend’s beau is using her as back up that’s why he broke up with her and went on to the friend.

Skipping some parts, one of the guy’s buds run towards the smoking girls and told them that the guy and one of his buds are fighting each other. They asked why and the boy said that the guy’s friend snitched behind his back and is now threatening him on snitching him back.

        And now, the irony is that, after hearing that the guy he snitched was snitched and is snitching back, she has this to say “Why would people snitch?”.

END

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Reality and Dreams: Recurring

    I was listening to this late night program last night before I went to sleep. The host’s topic for the day was about “recurring dreams”. Recurring dreams are dreams which occurs/seemingly repeated in your sleep.

   Curious, I decided to tune in for at least an hour and a half to know about this particular type of dreams. The DJ stressed that certain details in a dream are representations and/or manifestation of our personalities, our fears, our childhood nightmares, our anxieties and the like. it has something to do with our ids, which (being our conscience deep within) try to tell us something through the things we see in our dreams. They continue to appear until we are able to fully understand what they meant to us.

    There’s this one dream that occurred to me more than twice but it happened once a year. I dreamt that I was in a resort (more likely Grotto Vista). It wasn’t no coincidence knowing that I was really excited for the annual family trip to a resort the following day.

     The DJ said that the presence of water in a dream represents our fears, inhibitions, and long forgotten memories that try to resurface via dreams. Indeed, if you are in a state that you are aware of what you’re dreaming about even if you’re in sleep mode, you may be able to observe themes, objects, and other manifestations that continually appear in every dream you have.

   I wonder if he could provide an explanation as to why some people have premonitions in their dreams like me.

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The CSB Experience 2: The Second Third First Day

            I know that January 7, everything will be back to normal. Yestersay was the first day of the third term so I know I have to do my best without fail!

           My first class is Fotogra or Fundamentals of Photography. My professor for that class is Mrs. Dolly Ofrasio, Yana’s mom. She was late by half an hour due to a chaotic crowd downstairs at the lobby of SDA. In addition, my classmates include those I’ve been with in several past classes (from Worlite, Partdes, Petriid, and Reconse).

          I know for sure that Fotogra is going to be a very hard subject but I have to make sure that I won’t fail. My professor said if ever any of us in her class wants to drop out from her subject, the flash function of a camera would do the job for us, as easy as that! But then again, we get to use some cool retro “Singular Lens Reflex” like those rare and vintage Nikon FM2’s and FM3’s (but we have to take good care of it when used),

    My second and last class for the day was Profes1/Professional Practice 1. My prof’s there is the chairperson of the Interior Design program of CSB, Ms. Love (She was born on Valentine’s Day hehehe). There, I ‘ classmateas again with similar faces from my Hartds1 class like Hyun Ho, and NSTP1 (Angelica Punto and Nem); Joseriz (Kervin, and Danica).

   Since all of us are suffering from FDS, it may take a while before we could easily adjust to the new term.

    What has the term in store? Are we going to survive? Better to face it than not face it!

(Note: Inaantok pa rin ako, wala akong pasok mula Huwebes hanggang bukas so bakasyon uli sakin :D)

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Unsent Letter

      While cleaning up some things found on my drawer, I chanced upon finding an old Harry Potter-branded envelope with a sticker-picture of me used as a closing for its lid. The letter, in fact, was an old letter I wrote for a friend of mine who lives overseas a few years ago. However, it was left unsent after failing to do so (despite having known that I could have my mom sent it for me in the post office near hers). Instead it was left hidden among my other unused things tucked away inside that decade-old plastic drawer of mine.

     We lost communication after a rudely abrupt overseas call back in 2003 and a silently lost connection through Facebook early a year ago.

   I may have found him in some other web domain but everything’s still not crystal clear as of now.

I rather not read this letter because I guess I said what I wanna say to him that time and reading it myself may lose the reason why I wrote a letter to him in the first place.

    That time, I was still feeling a little bit homesick. I’ve had in the past sent letters to my friends abroad (back in the time, most of them don’t have their own email addresses while MySpace and Facebook are yet to become a global phenomena). I’ve sent him at least one letter, but after the abrupt phone call (because I ran out of load), I immediately wrote a letter to him apologizing for what happened (basically that’s what was written in the leter anyway so I didn’t bother reading it now).

     We had this firm friendship, because maybe of us being the only Asians in class who also happens to be neighbors next door, it gave us a sense of belonging amidst the differences in our personalities. He’s a warfreak, i’m a pacifist; he’s loves soccer, I was about to love soccer; He likes white shirts, I like green shirts. In addition, he pretty much reminds me of an old friend of mine who happens to be half-Japanese, half-Filipino. Thus the reason I managed to get along with his rough kind of attitude.

    Nowadays, I could still see the very same of personality he posseses to a certain some one I know, not just in physical appearance, but also in his “maangas” kind of traits.

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Bumaba Ako sa Jeepney

           Nung Second Year High School pa ako, exam ko the next day sa Math, kaya umuwi muna ako sa bahay namin para kumain tapos nagbihis. Tsaka na lang ako umalis pababalik ng SJA, para sa remedial class ko (na ang panget ng abreviation, ASS as in Academic Support System).

      Agad ako sumakay ng jeep na deretsong Sangandaan. Nung time na iyon, wala akong napansin na kakaiba hanggang sa may Maysilo na ang sinasakayan kong jeep. Lumingon ako mula sa bintana at may napansing kakaiba’t pamilyar sa isang pasahero na nasa harapan ko: maputi, bilog ang mata, mala-rosas ang labi. No doubt, si Ashley Martin ito!

     Turns out, siya nga!

     Hindi  nga ako makapaniwala, pero ang mas di kapani-paniwala, nasa jeep na pala siya bago pa man ako sumakay. Doon pa lang, napansin na niya na ako pala iyon: ang James na nakilala niya ilang taon na ang nakakaraan. Hehehe, ang saya saya ko!

   Iyun nga lang, pagdaan sa Francis, doon na siya bumaba kasi may gagawin siya at ng kasama niya sa Concepcion. Ako naman, nakarating na sa Bayan pero pinagalitan ako ni Ms. Aldea kasi, bukod pa na late ako para sa ASS, hindi pa ako naka-school uniform.

Puwede naman ako kumain sa labas para mananghaolian pero magkano ba ang nabibigyan saking baon noon?: singkuwenta pesos! Sus, la na nga ako pamasahe doon eh hehehe 😛

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Reunion Upon Arrival

             It wasn’t long after I came home back in June 24, 2002 that I decided to visit Gerard Alegrid in his home found on a block right next to ours. I still felt a bit jetlagged after more than a days worth of traveling halfway around the world and been out of the country for a year and 2 months.

         Right in front of their gate, I was calling Gerard’s name. Thank heavens, he’s at home (the new school year had already started that time but I was freshed out from finishing Grade 5 weeks earlier). He was startled to see me, just as how I was surprised to see him, with thick hair!

   He let me inside their house and get reacquainted. I found out he’s in his final year in grade school attending Saint Mary Montessori, my now-former school of seven years. Many of our batchmates transferred to other schools like, St. Jude Academy-Malinta, Children of Mary Immaculate College, San Diego Parochial School, Notre Dame of Greater Manila, and the list goes on.

       I asked him if he still knows Angelique’s phone number at home, I was really excited hearing her voice again. He does and dialled her number for me. trhough the phone, I let her know that I finally came home!
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     A few days later, I was in my room (then sharing with my brothers) doing nothing (because the house just went through a recent renovation). I heard someone calling out someone’s name outside, but I didn’t bother see who it is. But the name-calling continued.

   Not long, my dad called me from downstairs saying I have visitors waiting for me outside. So I finally took a good look on what was going on outside and saw a few familiar faces: Zack, Gerard, Mark, Michael, and Carlos.

            Ecstatic to see them after a long time. I went downstairs and was like “Oh! Napadito kayo! Ang tagal na, ha?!”.  I couldn’t say it in words but one way to describe it maybe is that I was speechless because I really can’t believe that  my friends went all the way to my place so that they could hold a mini-reunion-slash-welcome home party for me!

   During the mini-reunion, I proposed an idea for all of us in our batch to hold a grand reunion of sorts but every attempt to do so was met with little success. The last one, during Allyson’s debut, failed to attract batchmates including me.

But I still haven’t gave up on the hope that this reunion would eventually push through. Even if it’s been almost seven years after I left Montessori:D

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