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

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      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.

M.M.K.~May Magagawa Ka!

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     May palabas noon ang QTV, pangalan nito ay “May Trabaho Ka!”. Isa itong reality job-search with a twist. Lahat ng mga aplikante ay nangangailangan na mag-undergo sa iba’t ibang mga pagsubok, at isa-isa silang binabawasan hanggang ang isa sa kanila ay tanggap sa kanyang inaaplayang trabaho. Kamakailan rin ay nagkaroon ng name change kung saan ang show ay naging kilala sa pangalan ng “Hired!”.

    Nung nagsisimula pa lang ang MTK, inisip ko noon na gumawa ng isang counterpart version ito sa isang made-up male equivalent ng QTV, ang KTV. Ang katapat na show nito kuno ay ang MMK: May Magagawa Ka! Ang premise nito kuno ay, ang mga contestant ay mga trabahao na sa iisang propesyon. Bibigyan sia ng pagsubok kung saan pag-iisipan nila kung ano ang maari nilang gawin sa binigay na pagsubok o sitwasyon. Ang walang magawa ay sisibakin sa trabaho at ang may ginawang tama sa lahat ng mga pagsubok ay maaring ma-promote o mapanatili ang kanyang trabaho. Hehehehe.

          Inisip ko ito minsan. Paano kaya kung nagkaroon ako ng trabaho at kumikita ako ng sarili kong salapi? Siyempre kinokonsidera ko na nag-aaral pa ako pero maari pa rin naman ako magtrabaho tuwing bakasyon para wala akong conflict sa pag-aaral, hindi ba? Ayoko kasi na lagi akong umaasa sa mga magulang ko lalo pa na ang mga pangangailangan ko sa aking pag-aaral ay lubos sa sobrang mahal. Ayaw ko na pahirapan ko pa sila. Maari ba nila akong bilhin ng sarili kong mga kasangkapang pang-potograpiya na naghahalaga nang libu-libong piso? Exaj oo pero sana unawain ninyo ang punto ko sa pinag-uusapan dito.

       Nung sina-ggest ko to sa mga magulang ko, agad na hindi pumayag ang papa ko. Akala niya na hindi sapat na pinag-aaral kami nila gamit ang sarili nilang puhunan. Pero binigyang rason ko na hindi naman para may pantustos ako sa pag-aaral pero para na rin may karanasan ako kahit hindi muna full-time. Hindi man lang niya ako binigyan ng pagkakataon na magpaliwanag pa dahil inireiterate pa niya na hindi ni isa sa’ming magkakapatid ang magtatrabaho habang kami ay nag-aaral pa. Dadag pa niya, na kapag tapos na kami at nagpakasal na kami at magkaroon ng kani-kaniyang pamilya, doon lamang kami magtatrabaho sa nalalabing taon ng buhay namin.

      Base sa mga salitang ipinataw ng papa ko, masakit tanggapin ang mga sinabi niya. Siyempre lahat ng tao ay mangangailangang magtrabaho para mabuhay pero habang maaga pa naman ay maari naman na maranasan ang magkarooon ng trabaho (totoong trabaho) at kumita ng sariling pera. Gusto ko na masanay ang sarili ko bilang isang responsableng tao pagtanda na may kalayaan at kamalayan. Hindi ko pababayaan ang pag-aaral ko pero hindi niya maari diktahan sa’kin kung ano ang dapat gawin ko para sa buhay ko. Hindi rin maari na bawalin ang mga bagay na sa tingin niya ay hindi nakabubuti sa’kin sa lahat ng pagkakataon, lalo kung sa mga pagkakataong iyon ay wala talagang basehan.

         Halimbawa, higpit niyang pinagbawalan ako na bumili ng sarili kong camera sa Quiapo dahil baka dukutan ako ng magnanakaw, pero puwede naman na pumunta ako na nag-iingat. Puwede ako doon pumunta na wala masyadong dalang gamit bukod sa pamasahe na nakatago sa lihim na bulsa ng aking salawal. Pero hindi, nanaig ang gusto niya at binili lang nila ako ng camerang mas mahal pa kaysa sa mga nabibili sa Quiapo na bukod sa original at di-smuggled ay reasonably kasya sa bulsa. Sa madaling salita, wala siyang tiwala sa’kin, ang pinakamasakit na bagay na malaman ng anak mula sa sarili niyang magulang.

     Ano ba ang tiwala? Isa itong kasunduan kung saan binibigay ng isang tao ang kanyang respeto at walang pag-aalalang pagbibigyan ng pagkakataon na patunayan nang isang pang tao ang kanyang kakayahan bilang isang indibidwal na walang kamalian at pagkabigo. Nasisira ang tiwalang iyon kapag nilabag ang respetong inilaan para sa’yo, bumigo ka’t di mo pinatunayan ang kakayahan mo sa taong nagbigay sa’yo ng tiwala.

    Sa kaso ko, hindi na ako pinagkakatiwalaan ng tatay ko bago pa man akong may mapatunayan sa kanya, maski man lang may gagawin para ma-earn ang tiwalang iyon sa kanya. Paano matututo nang isang anak ang realidad ng buhay kung hindi siya binigyan ng kanyang magulang nang sapat na tiwala para maranasan ito na walang pag-aalinlangan? Hindi lalaki kamalayan nito kung ganoon ang magiging kaso.

     Gusto ko magkaroon ng pagkakitaan kahit man lang sa loob ng eskuwelahan bilang panimula. Ang alam ko, maari ang estudyante na magtrabaho basta mapanatili lamang ang kanyang mga grado sa katanggap-tanggap na level kapalit na magiging sahod niya sa kanyang trabaho. Iyon o di kaya isang summer job para wala na ang hassle sa pag-aaral.

Sana naman hindi na magmatigas ang sarili kong ama dito. Sana pagkatiwalaan man lang niya ako. Lahat naman ng mga gusto niya sinunod ko para sa kanya. Hindi na ako nag-Fine Arts kasi gusto niya na pumasok ako sa kursong makapagbibigay kaagad sa’kin ng trabaho kaya nakompromiso ang mga sarili kong pangarap dahil sa nais niya. Masaya naman ako sa kinatatayuan ko pero ayokong isipin na kagustuhan niya ito kasi desisyon ko ito at hindi ito nanggaling sa kanya.

Mahal ko siya at alam kong mahal niya rin ako. Pero bilang ama, pabayaan na dapat niya na tumayo sa sariling mga paa ang kanyang anak. Ang maari niya lamang gawin ay magsilbing gabay sa kanya at ilaan sa kanya ang mga daan ng kanyang pagdadaluyan. Mula doon, bahala na ang anak na matuto, magkamali, bumangon, at bumawi sa kanyang sarili.

Siguro hanggang pangarap na lang iyon. Malamang na magkakaroon lamang ako ng pagkakataon na magkatrabaho kapag tapos na ako sa pag-aaral.

Di bale, may magagawa pa rin ako para makamtan ang mga hangarin ko. Hindi lamang ito para sa’kin pero para na rin sa magulang ko. 🙂

Batang Sumbungera/Snitch

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     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?”.

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Batang Makulit

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      I read this humongous book containing comic-strip-inspired illustrations about teenage kids. And I found this one comic strip ironically true in real life.

     There’s this kid wearing glasses who was riding a bike with his best friend. As they bike along the neighborhood, the kid saw a little boy he met once. The little boy asked if he wanna play a game of baseball with him but the kid refused and left the poor little boy on his own.

    At home, the kid and the best friend went inside and was greeted by the kid’s grandmother who bought a stack of old comicbooks from the nearby flea-market. The kid became angry to her grandma seeing that the comicbooks are badly disorganized and aren’t in the right order. His grandma tried to apologized but the kid continually yelled at her up to the point that the grandmother asked her daughter (the kid’s mom) for her medicine.

    The kid decided he could at least have the comicbooks re-organized by himself seeing that he’s able to read its page numbers and the order of its publishing date. He tried to thank his grandma but what she said in reply was  “Go to hell…”. Apparently disappointed by the uttered disrespect given to her by her grandson.

   Meanwhile, the kid boasted in front of his best friend saying he has this large collection of comicbooks in his room and he, the best friend, will be the first person to see it. But as the kid opens his room, he was shocked to find that all of his comicbooks were all gone.

     He had another set of tantrums, demanding to know from his mom why his collection of comicbooks disappeared. She said that his comics were all scattered in the room and were thought to be trash so she had them al thrown inside the garbage can. Hurriedly, he went outside to check on the garbage can sitting in front of their houses, only to find nothing.

     With another bout of tantrums, the kid threw a fit and tore his house apart to look for his missing comicbooks. He searched everywhere except for his mom’s room but was prevented by no less but his mom. That was when the kid, now angrier than ever, concluded that his mom took his collection of comicbooks away from him and had them all hid inside her room.

    The kid’s already pissed off grandmother came to help her daughter bring her bad-mouthing grandson downstairs and threw him out of the house to think of the damaged he caused. It was then that he decided to run away and hopped on his bestfriend’s bicycle and drove away.

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Oh man, do have I seen people who are actually like that! So childish and immature!

Reality and Dreams: Recurring

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    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.

The CSB Experience 2: The Second Third First Day

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            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)

Unsent Letter

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      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.

Where Evil Lurks

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I found this while watching a Goosebumps episode on Youtube. I thought you guy may find this really, really cool!

Here’s the synopsis from that movie: “A student finds a mystic mask and becomes obsessed and kills people – his only way out is the destruction of the mask but … “