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Crush by David Archuleta

2008-08-16T11:39:00.001+08:00

I can still remember myself speaking of this guy that if he's going to be famous, it would just be in the High School Musical 4 or something. But he proved me wrong. I swear he could be like Jesse McCartney. Hehehe. My favorite song this week, Crush by David Archuleta

The song speaks about me. Hahaha. Hi crush!

LSS Of The Week

2008-08-09T18:26:00.004+08:00

I realized of putting a new label to my blog. Since I am a music lover, I want to let the whole world know what song I have been humming to. This idea have been around for so long in my head, however I don't have time to post it. I'll try my best that each weekend I would let you know of this song I really really like. Who knows, you might put it in your music player?

From her Hard Candy album, our Material Girl Madonna comes up with another hit. I first heard it from MIX FM, the station I am working in, and it was definitely a hit to me. It is so danceable and upbeat. I like songs like those. This is definitely a treat for those who are wanting more from her, after 4 Minutes. In addition, I also has appetite on music videos done like this. As a MassCom student, this matters to me so much, since these applications might be useful for me when it's time for us to do such productions.

Madonna Lyrics
Give It 2 Me Lyrics

Uhmm, see yah! I'll try to update my blog as much as possible, even amid the events and projects in school and in office.(",)

A Treat To Remember

2008-08-04T09:57:00.002+08:00

It was the cause of our butterflies in our stomach since day one. It was the thing that resounded in our head again and again, despite the constant radio plugs heard every hour by our station. It was the product of extreme plannings and preparations. Yet, it was a great show - a treat to remember for the organizers, sponsors and witnesses. It was Music Fest Quatro.

I wanted to sleep again that morning. But flashing in my head were words like Southern Style, Music Fest Quatro and faces of the show's producers and segment hosts. What will we be of us few hours from now? Convinced I couldn't anymore force myself to go back to the dreamland, even if I blindfold myself, I decided to get up by 3 AM. I prepared clothes, and myself. My first time. Gosh! I am so nervous.

In the afternoon, we went to The Venue for the rehearsals. I needed to be like a model. Yeah, right! That was for the launching of our new magazine tv show Southern Style. I swear I won't look at walking the same way again. Ever.

Then the evening arrived. We needed to go from here and there, there and here for live shooting. Interviews. Ready adlibs. Talk in front of a camera. Photo ops. I just felt a star in an instant. And the most anticipated part - our walking. We need to be bubbly, Mommy Joey told us. The next thing happened was the end. It was a success. I am sure everybody was happy of the product.

Just the event slogan went, counting 1-4 will never be the same again. I swear.

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Uhmm, I apologize for the late updates. School activities are unstoppably coming in, two, three or more after another. In fact, we are going to do an acoustic presentation, err production, under our MC1 major subject. I am trying to manage it, to the best of my ability. But I'll keep you updated.

Thanks for keeping the faith.

Counting 1 to 4 Will Never Be The Same Again

2008-07-16T09:33:00.002+08:00

We are just 9 days away to this! I am going to invite you to come this July 25 at The Venue (provided the plane tickets - of course, you'll pay, unfortunately, for it!) to the Music Fest Quatro!

Davao City's Hottest FM 105.9 Mix FM brings this non-stop party, featuring DJs, bands, models, drumbeaters, and more! Also, catch the most awaited launching of the newest lifestyle magazine tv show, showcasing the best down south, Southern Style. For details, you got to read the poster. I am too tired to review. =)

Aldred Gatchalian and I

2008-07-11T22:58:00.002+08:00

Time	MON	TUE	WED	THU	FRI	SAT	SUN
6-9 AM	boardwork at Mix					boardwork at Mix	chores
7:30-9 AM		Pol. Sci. 1 class		Pol. Sci. 1 class
9-10:30 AM		MC 2 class		MC 2 class
1-2:30 PM		Math 3 class		Math 3 class
3-4 PM	Eco. 1 class		Eco. 1 class		Eco. 1 class
3-6 PM		boardwork at Mix		boardwork at Mix
4-5 PM	Re Ed		Re Ed		Re Ed
5-6 PM	MC 1 class		MC 1 class		MC 1 class
6-7 PM	Hist. class		Hist. class		Hist. class		Church
7-8 PM						Bible study
8-9 PM	Lit. 1 class		Lit. 1 class		Lit. 1 class
8-9:30 PM		Rizal class		Rizal class

Forgive me if I took weeks (even, almost a month) to open this up to you. Please look at my schedule above and see you how unfavorable it is, both at school, home and work.

Whenever I am granted a free time, I cannot do leisure since I, together with my teammates, am meeting deadlines for the upcoming launching of a new lifestyle magazine show in Mindanao. So, I stay at the station for meetings and help the team. If not, I attend general assemblies of my present school because my attendance is one requirement for clearance signing at the end of the semester (in fact, I am going to attend an acquaintance party tomorrow evening - another nonsense!). When I arrive at home, I am already dead tired. Again, forgive me for not updating this blog. Gosh, I hate myself!

Do not worry now, though. It is time again for me to share some reflections.

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Do you remember Aldred Gatchalian? Yep, he was the first Pinoy Big Brother housemate in its teen edition who took a voluntary exit, and now a star in some youth program on TV. The reason of the said exit was he felt left out always - he was even caught crying because he didn't share things, like stories of his life, just like his other housemates did. He missed his family, the outside world.

He was my bet. His personality was likeable. He was intelligent and appealing. However I became disappointed because of that big decision, an opportunity which every teenager hoped to have - to be a part of PBB. I too had a dream of staying inside the "most famous house in the Philippines" and win. I did not expect a valedictorian to give up so easily. I hated him then. So much.

But during the first days at my new school, a sad reality was opened to me. I found myself that I am like him. No, do not compare us on the looks because obviously I am not as telegenic as he is (but I am alot cuter in person - just kidding!).

I realized something.

My friend were telling me to transfer to this school. My teacher agreed. I discovered that our department dean, who recently resigned, asked me to transfer, too. Then I received a 70 in a Values subject in a grading period because I was absent on a quiz day. It was disappointing and shameful for a dean's lister.

I made a big decision, just like Aldred. I took an exit and transferred to another school to seek a new beginning. At first I was terrified with the changes (the adjustment thingy, that is). Everything would be new - faces, places, challenges. Though scared, I said to myself, "I can handle it!" Yet, I did not expect that I would burst into tears in front of a friend, because of the changes.

Now I understood Aldred more. Indeed, it was not easy to stay in a place where almost everybody was a stranger. Though in this school I got a lot of friends from high school, but they were nowhere to be found. Only a few people talked to me. Everything just ended in 'hi's and 'hello's. That's it. They weren't friends. It was a difficult time for me.

My friend, during my confession to her, reminded me that I could stay at the station to feel not alone. But I told her I was alright. I just needed somebody to listen and understand me. Sometimes strong people need to be weak.

Actually, it is not an O.A. thing to feel alone, and eventually cry because of such. I was so wrong. I didn't say I was regretting because I transferred. I just realize that adjustments, whether you are in a new school or in a new village, are no picnic under a mango tree.

Right now, I feel happy. After the confession things got better. Finally, I found myself okay. In a new home.

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Notice the large gap above from the title of this post down to the actual post? I don't know what happened. This HTML thing is so crazy and is getting inconsistent. Gggrrr! Sorry for the inconvenience.

Gomenasai

2008-06-17T11:21:00.005+08:00

Gomenasai is a Japanese word for 'sorry' or 'forgive me'. It is what you say when you have hurt the feelings of other people. Thanks to this wonderful song I got from t.A.T.u. It is really heart-wrenching.

t.A.T.u. LYRICS

"Gomenasai"

What I thought wasn't mine
In the light
Was one of a kind,
A precious pearl
When I wanted to cry
I couldn't cause I
Wasn't allowed

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now
What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself
Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

What I thought was a dream
A mirage
Was as real as it seemed
A privilege
When I wanted to tell you
I made a mistake
I walked away
Gomenasai, for everything
Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
I never needed a friend,
Like I do now
Gomenasai, I let you down
Gomenasai, Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

I would like you to understand me for the meantime. I am going to do a lot of things in school. I didn't know that being a transferee is such a stressful thing to have. Therefore, I would like to be on a hiatus. I'll come back as soon as everything is free and good.

No-Draw Ako

2008-06-13T18:03:00.002+08:00

Belated Independence Day, my fellow Filipino!

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I had once been enrolled to a Humanities subject. And exactly at this time last last semester we were told by our instructor, Mr. Neri, to draw something. Then instantly a big question mark floated at the top of my head (like those in the cartoons).

I had a moment of being an artist like Leonardo Da Vinci when I was a kid. I used to draw the beach view on a piece of paper, and my highlight were the coconut trees always. I made it sure that each stem was carefully sketched using my Mongol pencil. Too bad I can't show any coconut-tree-I-draw samples. I forgot.

The husband of my aunt would frequent our house and catch me drawing something. Then he would give me some compliments. Especially on my coconut trees. I wouldn't get tired of showing him my coconut trees everytime he visited me. So was he with his praises on my works. Now I can't help but smile to see him with his grandchildrem, giving the same attention I had before. I can't blame him if he loved little kids so much.

When his family moved to Manila, my painting career was put into a halt for a while. I felt discouraged since no one gave me compliments. Only my interest came back when I stayed at my adoptive mother's place with her relatives in San Francisco, Agusan. I just recovered from dengue that time and I needed to rest and gain strength. Most of the time I'd stay at our sari-sari store where I'd steal still some chocolate from our small garapons, though Mama would especially buy me a sack of junkfoods everytime she'd go to the grocery (those are some of the perks you get from having a sari-sari store). I had asthma because of junk foods then and my intake of such was erased totally from my mom's grocery list. Fortunately my condition felt better, but my life grew boring. So, I would get again a piece of paper, this time the ones from cigarette packs.

May 1998. Presidential elections were going on. I never remembered the coconut trees anymore. Instead, I drew comics on politics. PersonallyI thought it was funny. The story was about the adventures of the mayor and his wife. And I drew it when I was 8. I had no audience (my parents didn't know what I was drawing), but the connection between me and my comics remained until classes resumed. My drawing career again was put into a halt.

When I was Grade Six, I was praised by my teacher when I drew Scooby Doo. It was the first time I used watercolor. However it was just a trial. I needed to make another for Round 2. Sadly, I couldn't make it. I received more 'drawing offers' as academic projects in high school. But they weren't as good as the ones I drew in the past. I admit I am not good at drawing.

Yet, I am not closing my doors. Now, I am happy looking at products of photography, post cards and art exhibits. I am content. Practice makes perfect. Take a look at my Humanities drawing.

It's not the drawing that matters - the thought does.

Happy Independence Day!

2008-06-12T11:53:00.004+08:00

wave the Philippine Flag!

First Day Of Classes

2008-06-11T11:31:00.002+08:00

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Better In Time By Leona Lewis

2008-06-07T13:25:00.006+08:00

As a DJ, it is inevitable for me to have a favorite song for a certain span of time. Like right now. This is the song I really want to listen to if I want to cry or just be lonely or go sentimental. Honestly, I am not a big fan of Leona Lewis. But if you talk about her songs, I mean they are all good (though 'Bleeding Love' took weeks for it to sink in my head that it is a good song).

This one called 'Better In Time' is the song resounding in my head when I'd have a break from work. I keep humming the tune, until now.

I got some good news: Jazzy and I are taking the same course at the same school. I don't think if this affects you or even contribute to world peace. I just want to share it to you.

Procrastination

2008-06-02T12:14:00.002+08:00

Many people look at me like a model - somebody's who's intelligent, friendly and a personality everybody should have. They foresee me as an icon in any aspect I am in. My character is worth emulating. I am an exemplary being of values, principles, and success. Actually, they don't know the truth. Everyone has its own enemy, and mine is called TIME.

Procrastination a.k.a. mañana or 'mamaya-na-o-bukas-na-lang' habit is one of the negative Filipino traits. It kills your time, when you are supposed to do something. We rely on the belief that there are a lot of time out there (when we don't know how much time is left - only He knows it). We cram. We worry. Then we get stressed. I don't know if it's innate, but for sure it is real to me.

You see I am not this person who's really organized (my room is one evidence). Drew might say I am not struggling with time since when I arrive at the station for my boardwork, I usually arrive early. Yet, in reality it isn't. Before and after of every boardwork of mine is a constant race against time. When I do my job, I am particular with the time - each second counts either before or after TOH. It's the same thing when I am outside our well-protected booth. But it just seems it is a different and hard thing.

Meeting deadlines is one of the phobia. Appointments here and there are hail (you may check Exodus 9:13-33 to know what it's like). Tasks come one after the another, even if you haven't accomplished one of them. Worse is when they came simultaneously.

Now I am paying the consequences of procrastinating.

I am not yet enrolled.

I am not done with the sponsorships of the launching of our new lifestyle magazine show.

I cannot meet Bryan for Bible studies (and I know he feels bad about it).

My Sundays even become days of business when it should not be.

I shouldn't blame all of these to myself; I should blame them people around me. If they just keep their promises...give concern to someone's time especially mine...asked or even told me their schedule not on the last minute, perhaps I could recover everything. Ako na nga ang nag-aadjust, ako pa ang kawawa.

But I need to understand despite of that truth. Another lesson learned.

A day spent without doing anything is a day lost.

Happy Blog-niversary

2008-05-31T00:01:00.004+08:00

Gotcha. This blog is one year old! Though it is something I should be celebrating about, unfortunately I can make a personalized cake, a portfolio or something cheesy due to some financial constraints. I know the day is near and I could prepare for this. A party, perhaps.

Akosijohnraymanguiranatitoangakingblog, after months, weeks and days of dedicated posting about Yarnhoj's (that's me) journey through life, becomes a household name. At least, in my household. It started off with some negative posts because I was emo then. It has changed its concept sooner when I gave up everything to Him. I thought my writing style developed because of Him. This blog is about me and God.

I admit my Christian way of writing is not that subtle yet. I am trying to the best of my ability. Write to express, not to impress. I am happy also to know my blog was approved to advertise. Praise God!

Many had the times I confessed my problems and our issues. However, I set my mind and heart to look at them positively. I want you to do it, too! Life is wonderful if you know how to live.

How Can I Smile?

2008-05-30T16:07:00.002+08:00

Smile - it pays when you do. My friend told me so. But how can I smile when there is nothing I should be cheerful about. Each day is a trying day. So, expect me on the streets with some wrinkles on my forehead. Don't worry, it's normal.

I am not at good at faking. That is why I can't be on TV because I cannot even act well. Or even perform a smile forcefully. However, despite of these, I dedicate at least a second of smile each day. Why? Because there are some little things out there that I should be very thankful about. God doesn't want me to think of negative things and eventually jump from the top of the building. He causes me a thing to celebrate. Always. :)

I want you to smile, too!

Of Choices

2008-05-25T08:11:00.002+08:00

When you are living in the Philippines, expect poverty. Come on, Filipinos had put weight on values like saving (i.e. on money), choosing products and services based on its price (if possible, tatawad pa) and practicality to survive. My aunt, along with the others in my family, told me to take either nursing or caregiving. With all the kinds of increase going on, I can't blame them. Yes, I am like you - youth torn between what we love and what is fit for survival.

There is nothing wrong on following our parent's decisions. They are always right, ever since. We have to honor them (Exodus 20:12). But sometimes we need to choose. We have to be sure that whatever our choice is, whatever side we take on (whether it's ours or theirs), we can pay the consequences, be them good or bad. It's our life, our future and our happiness, after all.

I studied in a medical school. While I was there, nursing became inviting to me - talk benefits. However, I knew I could never be happy. So I stick with Mass Communications. The compensation doesn't matter to me; the degree does.

Enrolment is just around the corner. I pray you get into the thing that suits you. Always consider your family in decision-making. God has never been greedy in the beginning. I know, you know, we know He can help us for the beauty of our future.:')

Congratulations, My Bet!

2008-05-22T10:00:00.001+08:00

is the new

The Advantages of Transport Strike

2008-05-15T11:00:00.002+08:00

Last Monday, I walked as fast as I could to the station for the morning show. That morning was a bit weird. Yeah, I know there was a transport strike going on. But the silence on the roads was deafening. I can say that was the most silent strike ever. Since there were no PUJs around at our place, I tried my best not to be late. Thankfully, I arrived in time at the booth. My cousin's house where I am currently staying at for the summer and Mix FM is a walking distance.

I too passed by a group of protesters. It was scary. I can see it in their eyes. Though they didn't harass those PUJ drivers who chose to 'drive' for a living that day, the protesters seemed unhappy as they fought for an addition to the 7-peso minimum transportation fare due to the endless oil price increase these days.

No. I don't say I don't understand them. In fact, I salute them for having a transport strike. Not only then were they able to send their sentiments to the government, but contributed somehow to the balance (you know the yin and yang) as well. Ergo, I create the advantages of a transport strike.

note: this is just based on my observation

Environment. We have heard the issue on global warming for the nth time. It is happening here, there. At least, on a National Transport Strike Day, people have saved some gas, thus minimizing the emissions. It became one Earth Day at an instant.

Health. This is the aspect we tend to forget nowadays (can't blame our job). Since there were only a few jeeps, some people were forced to have brisk walking. That's an exercise! Indeed, it helped to the general well-being of people in a way.

Relaxation. Because some of us were stranded at a waiting shed, we later decided to stay instead at our house. Convenient. We'll get to have more time with ourselves by pampering (i.e. sleeping).

Atmosphere. Davao City seemed to be a ghost town that day. And I like it. Less noise, less distractions. It's something we need once in a while in the midst of stress and problems.

More time. Yes, we chose to be absent from our school. That means we have more time to accomplish our homeworks, projects, blogging, etc. Plus, we also contributed to some household chores usually assigned to our mothers. Belated happy mother's day, mom!

Fellowship with God. I know we've all been pre-occupied these days. God has reasons why things such as transport strike happen. Perhaps He just missed us. Oh, I love this part!

So, when the next transport strike happens, we know we shouldn't worry. Time can never be wasted, only when we use it wisely.

Mother's Day

2008-05-12T19:54:00.001+08:00

Belated Happy Mother's Day

I know it is late. But as far as I know, this special day for those who carried us for nine months and almost gave their entire lives upon birth just to make us see this world and celebrate life does not only happen every second Sunday of May (or whenever it is celebrated in your country); it actually happens each day, each hour, each minute and each second we encounter her. However, taking something for granted has been a thing for the most of us. We don't say 'i love you'. We ignore. We tend to show apathy. And I may be guilty of this.

I said my first "happy mother's day" greeting to Joey, our station manager and a mother last Saturday night. I told her I couldn't make it on Sunday at SM City Davao where she'd be hosting an event. She told me I was sweet. Really? Wow! I almost cried right there. The next day, I woke up with a smile and greeted my grandmother. I kissed her. I know it meant a lot to her.

I sent texts to my friends to say 'happy mother's day' to their mothers, since I won't be able to meet them if not with the one who brought them to the world. I gave my shoutouts as well to my mothers (my adoptive and biological) and to my friends-slash-mothers. Even to my girl friends, as if I am sure they'll be mothers in the future. I tried to give something to my aunt and cousins, however it just seems like the day was a normal day and greetings were somehow awkward.

So, to avoid boredom, I watched some Cinema One movies. They featured "Ama, Ina, Anak", "Ang Tanging Yaman", "Ang Cute Ng Ina Mo", "Ataul for Rent", to name a few, on their Mother's Day Special. All those movies were so uplifting. But, when I switched to Star Movies, I caught Epic Movie and Borat - that totally destroyed my sentimental moments.

"Honor your father and your mother" is the fourth commandment. And we just don't do it annually, monthly or weekly. We don't easily realize things are already too late unless we show something that's love. The bottomline here is cherish the moments with whom you love. Always. Because the biggest enemy we got, in the end, is regret.

Little Change

2008-05-08T11:26:00.006+08:00

Have you noticed something strange as you go and visit this blog of mine? Yes, there is a new "My Guitar".

I received a lot of wonderful comments from other bloggers (thanks to you!) saying mine is a nice playlist of songs. Basically, those are my favorite songs. So, to make it more attractive, I changed the color. In addition, above my playlist from Imeem is the audio streaming LIVE from 105.9 MIX FM, Davao City. So now you can either enjoy listening to my station broadcasting in real-time or my own playlist (please use the PAUSE button). After discovering how to actually embed a live audio streaming link, I decided to put the media player of MIX FM, so you could listen to the station I am bragging about to you without clicking the actual link.

In case that the two players will play both at the same time (which would create noise), feel free to disable the other player and listen to the one you prefer.

By the way, my playlist won't play automatically as it used to before. I already disabled it. Don't worry - my twin Imeem-ish playlist, which still plays instantly, nestles comfortably in my FS account. Go visit it as well and add me up, so we could be friends at Friendster. I'll be very happy if you do so.

Right now, please enjoy the new changes I made for you - again, the live audio streaming of 105.9 MIX FM, Davao. Check my schedule above and chat with me, if possible. And, of course, my favortite songs. See yah!

God bless!

Like A Porcupinefish

2008-05-06T09:44:00.006+08:00

Recently, I hooked up with watching too much Cartoon Network. Being the most favorite channel of Tadashi, the son of my cousin, he makes it sure it is tuned in to CN. Every single minute of the day. As a guest, I need as well to breathe his likes since he loves to be with me. Last Sunday, I saw this cartoon series featuring a
Diodon nicthemerus or a porcupinefish. I just saw it how it inflates when feel threatened. Then, I realized something. With all things - mostly, threatening and negative - going on everyday in my life, I could see myself a big guy, if I could have the ability that porcupinefish has.

Life is not about escaping when there is fear. You cannot inflate (of course, we can't!) when there are predators in front of us. Sometimes we need to break through and face our fears. Take a look with the following verses:

"The Lord is my shepherd, whom shall I fear?" (Psalm 23:1).

"See, the LORD your God has given you the land. Go up and take possession of it as the LORD, the God of your fathers, told you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." (Deuteronomy 1:21)

"Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life." (Revelation 2:10)

"But the LORD said to him, "Peace! Do not be afraid. You are not going to die." (Judges 6:23)

"Do not be afraid," Samuel replied. "You have done all this evil; yet do not turn away from the LORD, but serve the LORD with all your heart." (1 Samuel 12:20)

"So I will come near to you for judgment. I will be quick to testify against sorcerers, adulterers and perjurers, against those who defraud laborers of their wages, who oppress the widows and the fatherless, and deprive aliens of justice, but do not fear me," says the LORD Almighty." (Malachi 3:5)

"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." (1 John 4:18)

So why fear? Problems are there, but God haven't told us He will not be with us. We may not be like porcupinefish, but He is there to act like one against all evils. Let's believe in Him.

Dear Papa

2008-05-01T23:09:00.000+08:00

Dear Papa,

I don't know waht time is it up there in heavens, but allow me to say 'good morning'! It's morning here, by the way. How are you? Have you had your manna breakfast? What is its taste? Have you met Jesus? What does He tell about me? What's my status? Am I bad? Or very bad?

You see, since you've been gone last December, things are becoming difficult for me. Satan has amassed great power, and temptations are widespread in my surroundings. Ergo, I become very susceptible to sinning. Please pray for the forgiveness of my sins to the Father.

Through the years, problems have become complex and more difficult to resolve. Right now, I experience a financial predicament. Each day in this world is a choice to make. What should I buy? How much is left from my money? I am faced totally to the realities of budgeting. Then I found it is hard. I know my mom in Manila is having a hard time also since she is supporting her kabet and his family. Even if you combine my income as a DJ and the alms I get from my father who's working at a quarry and donations from relatives, it is still not enough.

My work is not as easy as I expected. I am not just a DJ, but a segment producer of a new lifestyle show on SkyCable Channel 13. That means bigger responsibilites. With bigger responsiblities comes a horrifying workplace. F***s and s***s are part of every encounter, not to mention the sometimes painful criticisms I need to take constructively. As a Christian it is so hard to adjust. I'm afraid I become a native speaker of a sacrilegious language.

Negative forces disturbs my blogging habit. Ideas are locked up inside a certain portion in my head. Laziness weakens my hand. Ugh, Papa! This is so much pressure on me. I got discouraged to write. I feel the same feeling when I belived I cannot write. Then, I envied somebody who can really write well. I apologize for being so immature, envious and pessimistic.

Despite the wounds and bruises caused by problems, I still can stand up. Why? Because of my faith in Him. I live up to His promises. I know these things happen to make me better, so I am able to enter His kingdom.

I miss you, Papa. Yet, I am happy where you are now.

Your son who loves you so much,
John

P.S. Have you heard the song 'Bye Bye' by Mariah Carey? It's such a lovely song. If only I can sing it to you...

My New Blog

2008-04-25T00:46:00.000+08:00

Since there were some unfortunate events that are happening in my life as a blogger and as a human being, I would like to announce that I got a new blog. Check out please: http://bagongyarnhoj.blogspot.com/ . I will still be updating this blog prior to Smorty's requests, but not that regularly.

It's hard to say goodbye, but to better my status in the blogosphere. But I need to make hard decisions. Hope you still love me.

Ashop Commerce: Shopping Cart Software

2008-04-23T00:04:00.000+08:00

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So if it's shopping cart, choose Ashop Commerce. Your ecommerce software. Log on to http://www.ashopcommerce.com. Selling online has never been this easy.

David Cook: My Bet

2008-04-18T10:14:00.000+08:00

Since American Idol Season 7 started, I didn't like, and even know, David Cook. I wasn't wishing him to be out of the competition because I did not give any care. My official bet then was David Archuleta because I find myself in him (kapal, noh?), and Ramiele Malubay who was already out. But when I saw his VERY original rendition of Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby", for the first time, I made my standing ovation inside my room. It was really cool! Now, I appreciate rock more, and even Chris Daughtry! Go David!

Good Ol' Times

2008-04-17T14:14:00.000+08:00

This happened last Saturday. I woke up early to ready myself and come for my first wedding invitation. Then there is a guy outside our door. He first asked me about the whereabouts of my grandma, my father and my mother. Of course, I answered that Grandma has already stayed at my cousin's house in S.I.R. Matina since I cannot fully dedicate myself to nursing her, Papa is staying at Balabag - a place at the back of Coca-Cola plant in Davao - working at a quarry and Mama has separated with my father and been living with her own family. He asked also about Mary Ann, my sister, and I told him Mama got her.

I couldn't see his face clearly because darkness surrounded him outside. "Kaila pa ka sa akoa(Do you still know me)?", he asked me in a scary tone. Scary in the sense that I couldn't believe myself talking to a stranger EARLY in a morning. I replied a straightforward "no" to him. He continued asking questions and answering them in return. One of the questions was, "can you let me in?." Yeah, that was not being hospitable of me and I wondered. Ooops! I forgot that a screen door was in front of us. After letting him in, he finally revealed himself me. He was Kuya Leo. This time I turned on the lights and I could see him. He was my sundo when I was in kindergarten. The one who delivers me from home to school, school to home.

He admitted to me that he was looking for a place in Davao where he and her partner could stay for a while. And he went to our house thinking that Mama was already so rich she could just help everybody like him. I told him the truth. It wasn't the way he expected. Then, an avalanche of memories rolled down in my head.

It's summer. At that point, my family usually went to Agusan del Sur and had some vacation with Mama's relatives. I would bathe by the riverbank, or joined other children playing games at a town fiesta while my parents were busy chatting with their kumpares and kumares. I can still remember the time when my arm was broken due to an accident, and how Mama and Papa tried to calm me down as I was crying from pain. It was a New Year, and I wasn't able to go out and lit some fireworks because of my broken arm. Lonely it was.

I told Kuya Leo that I could entertain him no more because I was in a hurry for the wedding. He understood. While preparing, I remembered Grandma Pina when she shared the times when she was still as energetic as KC Concepcion (check out her Enervon commercial) and she would grill and deliver tinap-anan, a grilled fish business. Every time she shouted, "Tinap-anan!" in the neigborhood, everybody would get out to get her delicious recipe. She missed those times because those were the times that her children were not enemies. Then, she cries.

I am a living witness of how things changed dramatically. In the past, I could buy a P18 worth of rice per kilo, P10.50 family-sized coke,P4 worth of jeepney fare and P2.50 Skyflakes. A building rose from what was then a vacant lot. Typewriters became computers. Firewood turned into kerosene. Hut transformed into mansions. Aaah, change...makes me remember things the way they were. Then, I burst into tears.

It happens everytime you miss a single day outside. Do you notice it?

First Wedding Invitation

2008-04-14T00:34:00.000+08:00

I woke up early in the morning. These past few days had been a blast of improper sleep patterns and fatigue, but I still manage. Before I took a bath, I went to the other room to get some clothes. Then, I saw a guy outside our house, calling me. I let him in. He was asking some news about my family since the last time I've met him. That was when he submitted himself then to be my sundo (the person in the Philippine setting who fetches kids after school time). He was Kuya Leo. Gosh, it's been a long time! I told him I was going to leave him and he could stay at our house for I have a very important affair to attend to - my first wedding invitation, and, surprisingly, a Moslem wedding at that.

I hurried to the nearest jeep stop at 4:30 AM and arrived at the bride's house. She told me that I was to be fetched to the wedding venue somewhere in South Cotabato. I realized I was very early for the people in their house are still sleeping. But still I dared to ring the doorbell. They let me in, and I told them Chloe, the bride, invited me on her wedding. A little while, Sam, my former classmate, and her boyfriend arrived. The three of us are the only ones who responded to the wedding invitation. We departed by 6:30 AM.

Indeed a long journey it was! This was my first time to journey to a place I've never been, so my tired eyes were wide awake for sightseeing. Along the way, I can sense the transition from the urban life to the rural one - radio signals from Davao City were getting lost. Then, I saw churches with crescent-moon-with-a-star sign. I realized I am already entering a Islamic territory. The van driver dropped at Datu Paglas to fetch some folks who are going to attend the wedding as well. Inside, they conversed in pure Maguindanaoan dialect. I didn't understand them.

After passing a lot of public schools, houses with higher-than-mango-trees outdoor television antennae atop and stripped farmlands (yes, the cause of the rice crisis), we finally arrived at THE FARM @ THE CARPENTER'S HILL located at Marbel, South Cotabato. The wedding was garden-like, and the venue is very suitable. Its 'fresh' concept is very inviting for one who's looking for a vacation this summer.

I felt we were far-out because most of the guests are coming from different royalties and Moslems (I am a Christian). As expected, baboys were extracted from the menu. It was good, though. The emcees? Oh, they are both talking Maguindanaoan thanks to Sam who understood it all and acted an interpreter of mine.

Finally the ceremony started. There was the entourage and the exchange of vows Maguindanaoan style. After all those foreign statements, what I only comprehended is "sukran" and "uway", meaning "thank you" and "oo" respectively. It ran for less than thirty minutes, the shortest Moslem wedding ceremony according to Sam. It usually happens to young Moslem couples when their parents decide for themselves in terms of the wedding preparations. The formal wedding ceremony ended with pictorials, then we bade goodbye. It's as fast as that.

It was all tiring all along, but witnessing a wedding for the first time is one of my memorable experiences in my life. Congratulations to Datu Sapak Midtimbang and Bai Salima Paglas!

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From something light, we move to something heavy. Marvin has finally decided. He is going to leave the station. Everybody is lonely. :(

About My On-Air Sked

2008-04-12T00:36:00.000+08:00

This is a follow-up to the post I made about my station broadcasting live from Davao City, Southern Philippines. I am very happy that some of you has already listened to my station. I would like to thank you for checking in despite the fact that you don't have anything to do with the Davao radio. Thank you.

Last time, I told you that my schedule for my time slot on weekdays is not yet fixed by our station manager. Luckily, she[our SM] got it fixed immediately. So, here is my new schedule:

9 AM - 12 NN every Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays (Philippine time)

I hope you'd take time to give me a listen. I admit I am very young in this industry and mistakes are inevitably usual to me. By the way, my name is LEE. I'd like to ask your support on a radio show that's LEE-ish (you get?). What is on my mind is having a radio show that talk about blogs and writing such. Whadyathink?

Anyway, here is the link, in case you don't know or remember, of our station:

http://202.133.204.70:88/broadwave.asx?src=1&kbps=32

Please copy and paste in a new tab.:) Great weekend to you!

New Blog Soon!

2008-04-10T04:00:00.000+08:00

Well, I would like to thank everybody - bloggers and readers alike - for visiting this blog. I am not going to cancel this blog as, maybe, you are expecting it from the time you read the title of this post. There will just be a lot of changes in my life as a blogger. And I want to incorporate the changes as soon as possible. My journey in life with God has grown amazingly and I think it would be best to create a blog that's all about me, being renewed.

It will be called "Yarnhoj Renewed". And I hope that you are all going to welcome it like the way you did to this blog. Yes, it's about moving to a new home, yet still of the same thoughts, attitude and author.

This blog will just stay this way. I am not going to cancel it. Here you can still expect new posts and stories. Keep reading! I love you!:)

Great News For Everybody From Southern Philippines!

2008-04-07T11:40:00.001+08:00

Redlan had asked before about recording an audio clip of my voice and posting it right after here in my blog, since I am an apprentice DJ in one of the pop music FM station in Davao City. Well, I got here is not an audio clip of my adlibs, but something even better; it is the free and live audio streaming on the web of my FM station, 105.9 Mix FM. Click here to listen to it(you may copy and paste this URL to a new tab: http://202.133.204.70:88/broadwave.asx?src=1&kbps=32), or if it won't work, try clicking the Mix FM's image on my "Collaborations" corner here. Be reminded that you need to be patient because after clicking such, a media player will open. It will take time to open, so you have to wait until you hear something, okay? I know I just cannot force you to listen to my station, so I still need to convince you with our offerings.

The DJs

Yeah. We are not the station who just lets the computer play the songs for you. We got DJs(myself included) that are at par of your standards, I hope. Here are our radio personalities and their corresponding skeds*:

1. Hometown Heroes Sonny & Joey - they host the Get Up 'N Go morning show every 6-9 in the morning, Mondays to Fridays. When you're in, you see, they are a great tandem - a force to reckon with (take note, Sonny was been a part of the defunct 99.5 Hit FM's The Hit Morning Crew in Manila). They relate to you as they talk about everything under the sun. I attest that they are the model morning show hosts in town. Never mind if they talk in Bisaya, it's their style.
2. Stephanie - her work starts at 9 in the morning, weekdays. Her sexy voice and her smart thoughts are just what completes a perfect radio personality during brunch time. You cannot help but listen to her, I tell you.

3. George Booke - he is our talent development officer. Since I am an apprentice, I am still under his observation. I knew that I still have a lot of things to learn in this industry, and I, together with the other trainees, need the help of him who has been a DJ for fifteen years. Join him every Wednesday, 6-9 in the evening, as he counts down the top 30 songs in Davao City and every Friday, 9 AM - 12NN.

4. Crimson - if you have been listening to NURock, her voice may be familiar to you. She is a bassist of her own band and a DJ who have worked in different FM stations in and out of the city. She is back to her home, Thursdays, 6-9 in the evening, as she plays purely rock songs.

5. Andi - I know there are already a lot of Andis out there, but she got an edge. Determine the difference every Tuesday for My Mix(all-requets show), 6-9 in the evening, and weekends, 3-6 in the afternoon.

6. Aeigh - he joins Stephanie on weekdays. He got a manly voice, I tell you, so girls out there, try not to be seduced.

7. Marvin - "The Martian has landed!" That is his line when he is on your radio, I mean, PC. However, he will leave the station, along with Aeigh, in exchange of a work offered to him outside. It's sad for me as he is my batchmate upon entering the Mix FM grounds. Spend a time with him before he'll be going anywhere, Mondays to Thursdays, 3-6 PM, and weekends, 6-9 in the morning. He calls you a friend, definitely.

8. Lee - that is me. It was Joey who gave me that on-air name. It's hard at first to have an alter ego(since I am used to my real name) until I got used to it. My weekdays schedule is not yet fixed - I'll tell you as soon as I have it. Anyway, you may check on me every Saturday, 9 AM to 12 NN as I play 90s music all the way.

9. Drew - he talks about history and top five picks. If you don't know these, listen to this registered nurse Mondays to Thursdays, 12-3 in the afternoon, and Fridays, 3-6 in the afternoon.

10. Chris Chase - he is staying in the US for a vacation now. But this self-proclaimed heartthrob will try to make you fall in love... when I get to his schedule soon. Hehehe.

11. Erin - Another sexy voice here in the radio-landia. She is as well on for a vacation as of writing this. Anyway, her slot usually happens every weekends.

12. Alexy, Robert and Wacky - they are the newbies of Mix FM, though the latter has already been a DJ in the past. Catch them weeknights, 9PM-12 MN or during weekends. I am not quite sure with their skeds.

13. Francis - our official spinner. He is not a talking DJ, but the way he plays the songs makes a communication between you as a listener and him. If you feel like there's no DJ around, he is the one who takes over temporarily.

14. Queenie and TJ - these are our reliable newscasters. They got voices that's very lovely. They report technology news, showbiz updates and health reminder every "Live@55", 3-6 in the afternoon on weekdays.

15. Chesky - she is our weather caster. She shows up six in the morning, Mondays to Fridays, for the weather and fashion update and does her boardwork every Saturday, 6-9 in the evening. Beware - she is a flirty DJ.

The Shows

In every radio stations, there are radio shows. Here are our own that defines the Mix FM experience.

Get Up 'N Go Morning Show - this happens every 6-9 in the morning on weekdays. Sonny and Joey brings you Top Ten of Everything, Hotseat, things you want to know first in the morning and a lot more. Give them a listen, baby.

Midweek Countdown - this is our official chart show. George Booke does not just count down the top 30 hits in town; he even shares stories straight from his College of Useless Knowledge. Go and figure it out every Wednesday, 6-9 in the evening.

My Mix - No. We did not pirate that request show from a music channel. This show had been one of the shows upon the station's birth. Now, it is hosted by Andi, 6-9 in the evening, Tuesdays.

The Viewfinder - This is a youth debate show on radio. Share your sentiments every Sunday nights.

24K Friday - Remember RT? Yeah, Sonny has brought the 80s feeling back, happening all day every Friday right here on Mix FM.

No.1 Weekend - Your Saturday is dedicated to purely 90s music from sun up to sun down.

Sunday Rhythm and Bounce - The best of hip hop, rap and RnB happens in one day: Sunday. We deviate from the usual oldies Sunday that other radio stations have.

All good show are yet to come in the mix. So tune in!:)

Being An Alternative Radio

We want to engage Mix FM to our listeners. We, DJs, don't want to talk because we want to. We need our listeners to talk by themselves. So, we invite them to share their thoughts about a new song, for instance. They may:

1. call 305-1059 (remember the country and area code if you are calling outside Davao City, please)
2. text MIXmessage to 2299
3. chat over YM: mixfm1059
4. visit our website(under construction): http://www.mixfm1059.com/
5. add us up on Friendster (mixfm1059@yahoo.com) and Multiply (http://www.mixfm1059.multiply.com/)

Speaking about music, we play only pop music - that includes RnB, some alternative rock and a little bit of an OPM. If you know Magic 89.9 or Killer Bee or KISS...well, what they play is what we play. But what is the difference? So come on, give us a listen. Check out again the first paragraph of this post, then decide. Maayong pagpaminaw(in English, happy listening!)!

My Goodbye To My Ten Peso Bill!

2008-04-06T08:11:00.000+08:00

A follow-up to my previous post: Ramiele Malubay is out. It is sad, but I know God has prepared something good for her in the future. Still, she is my American Idol. She may be out of the competition, but she did perform her last piece very well. Paula Abdul was indeed right when she told that she is "phenomenal".

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I said goodbye to the bill that has stayed in my wallet for so long. I consider it a lucky charm sometimes. But I need to move on and stop believing on superstitious beliefs. I said goodbye to my ten-peso bill last April 2, 2008. It had been in my wallet for so long and I could still remember the time I ask for it in our canteen in exchange of my ten peso coin. "Miss, can I exchange this to that bill?" But this insanity has to end, that there is no luck in keeping an elusive bill and it will not give you more money. Money is something you work for, not just by luck.

Letting go was hard. The tricycle driver hesitated to accept it when I was about to go out of his automobile. I told him, "Accept it; it is still money".

'Idol' Vs. PBB

2008-04-04T01:17:00.000+08:00

Reality shows are what fills the primetime nowadays. They are the most relateable and easiest to produce. I can say reality shows are very pleasurable, but not all. A friend of mine told me about these being scripted. That means they are no longer reality. I don't have to wonder why there are still a need of a director and writers in their shows. Kaya kung scripted man lang, manood na lang tayo ng magagandang reality shows - those that are obviously scripted yet worth watching for.

Ok, I admit. I watched PBB during its opening episode last time(I can't remember the date anymore). And I can say it isn't as exciting as it was before, though Kuya ordered a 'PLUS' for this season. To many, PBB is the greatest show ever, but not in my book. I sensed PBB as something O.A., way too far from what it was. The best season for me so far was the the first one. I didn't like the tasks and the iyakan and all other corny stuffs; it does not appeal to me. If I were Big Brother, well, I wouldn't mind making tasks - I would instead allow the housemates to show themselves under my 24/7 scrutiny and observe what will happen when they got bored. Iyon ang reality!

So I prefer watching American Idol than any other reality shows out there because there is entertainment there. ABS-CBN is trying to produce stars from PBB which is actually not the point of that show. Hello? PBB is not a re-format of Star Circle Quest and something against Starstruck. If we are going to talk about star search and drama(think Simon Cowell) and REAL entertainment, I think I'd go for American Idol. Even if Ramiele Malubay will be out of the competition, still I'd continue watching it when the 'Idol' logo is visible, still. In fact, I can't wait for the Pinoy Idol. I wish it's not as bad as the Philippine Idol and, even, Pinoy Big Brother.

Why am I writing this post? Because I am now in an internet cafe where the operator kept on watching PBB stuffs on YouTube, and OMG! Everybody, including the customers ,are talking about it. Filipinos are just so mainstream and satisfied in their choice of television shows they can't anymore distinguish what are good or bad ones. I am not saying that we should think and breathe Hollywood and forget our own products. My point is that how and when can we produce world-class entertainment. Television is not just being pogi or maganda - it's about talent.

No wonder our Philippine entertainment industry remained unmoved and unchanged - just like black-and-white TV twenty years ago. Reality na nga lang, hindi pa maganda.

Earth Hour

2008-03-29T22:55:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I ate at Taps and I think that's my most unforgettable lunch ever. Why? Because I am about to be part of a history and of helping our environment. I saw there a poster that talks about EARTH HOUR and their establishment is going to turn off their lights from 8 to 9 PM. That's just one hour tonight to save our planet from global warming at least in a simple way.

I don't if the whole city of Davao is going to participate. But hey, it is just one hour and that's how easy to be a planet saver, you see! However, it is not said that you are going to turn off ALL the lights(that would be blackout). Actually, what is just needed is to turn off some unnecessary lights. Again, it is just one hour and one day and it is not a very big deal.

Today, what I just have to do is to stay at my house as it is. Besides, I don't use the fridge anymore and use only my bedroom lights everyday. The world is one in this. Let's help one another in having this world a better place to live in.

High School Never Ends

2008-03-28T09:02:00.000+08:00

And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High School Never Ends

-"High School Never Ends" by Bowling For Soup

Hay. Pansin niyo? Three times akong nagpost today. Naweh-weirdohan din ako kasi parang natatakot akong maubusan ng mga ideas at baka makalimutan ko evenchually. Kaya pag nandiyan na ang idea, diretso na sa pinakamalapit na internet cafe. Hindi ako yung tipo ng tao na nagsusulat sa papel, gusto ko sa blog na agad. Kung sumusulat man sa papel, outline siguro on what to write. Nai-excite lang ako kasi may sumagi lang sa isip ko upon a thing I just saw kanina. Naalala ko yung hayskul ko.

Nakita ko tong mga bagets na ito sa dyip. Puro sila babae, I think 2nd year high school studs ata. Super ang ingay nila! Para silang Kris Aquino X 5. Well, ang pinag-usapan lang naman nila ay about sa isang crush nila na may crush daw kay ganito, ganyan. Napa-smile na lang ako kasi hindi ko sila masisi. I've been in that stage.

May crush-crush din ako noon. Medyo enjoying nga lang kasi kilig to the bones ako ngayon. Yung tipong M.U.-M.U. pero hindi manliligaw. Torpe kasi ako(hanggang ngayon). My first two years in high school were the stage na big deal sa akin kung sino ang crush ng crush ko at kung sinong nakaka-crush sa akin. Kaya, sa mga babae ako lumalapit, nakikibalita. Tapos umiiyak ako pag na-discover kong hindi AKO ang crush ng crush ko, at kung may makakagusto man sa akin, hindi ko naman type.

Noong fourth year ako, next level na ako. Hindi na ako particular sa crush but sa love na. Pero kahit next level na iyon, wala pa ring syota. Hanggang sa naging philosophy ko na kailangan ko munang tapusin ang pag-aaral ko before settling. Gusto ko kasi yung una kong gelps ay siyang una at huli. Because of not minding lovelife too much, I was able to graduate from high school with flying colors. Happy ako, sobra!

Ngayon, pag naiisip ko yung ginagawa ko noon, natatawa na lang ako sa ka-cornihan ko. Hindi ko talaga malilimutan yung high school years ko. Siyanga pala, congratulations sa mga graduates 2008. You have made it!

Super Blessings!

2008-03-28T07:48:00.000+08:00

At first, being a MassCom student, of course, I wished to have an experience at a radio station. I am just curious on what do people do inside the booth and how they play those songs and turn on the mic and the like. The technical side of radio, that is. In our town, we got a morning tv show where there is a radio announcer there who gives opinions about the goings-on(his segment is about public service) shot LIVE from a radio booth. Always I was amazed as to how he segued everything by pressing buttons to his machine. So when I got the chance to be the next radio personality, I applied personally at MixFM.

It was the first time I saw George Booke, a DJ who hosted one of the best radio morning show in the city. That was when there were only a few good shows on TV, radio charts were important, people prefered much on radio and the listenership was extremely high(ngayon kasi parang balewala na ang radyo because of media competitions - tv, internet, movies, atbp.). So I can say that he is so experienced about the industry. I was vocal when I told him that I only want to know the technical side of it. The answer was maybe not appropriate, but it was the truth.

That's when I knew about that machine, and it was called a console. Then you just not play songs - you spin them. I learned the terms such as top-of-the-hour or TOH, breakers, stingers, cold and fade songs, adlibs, etc. I did not want to be a DJ but the experience. Our talent dev is getting harsh than ever. Marami pa akong bigas na kakainin. Pero kailangan ko muna itong lutuin para maging kanin. There were even times I keep on calling God and telling Him, "sana hindi na lang ako nag-pray na maging DJ kasi mahirap pala. Gusto ko na pong sumuko". But I got His message that there is a need. A need for myself(siguro I need the experience and the salary), a need for the listeners, a need for the company. So I stayed.

If only I gave up in the past, maybe I have missed the chance of being on TV. Yesterday, we had a meeting with the other DJs and our boss about a new lifestyle magazine tv show in the south. And a cable tv channel chose us to be the hosts of the said show. Like what? Is this for real? Parang noon lang, I was hallucinating sa room ko na may camera sa harap ko, parang VJ. You see, it's just inches away from me and reachable na. This Saturday is our photo shoot. Ay grabe na 'to! Todo na 'to!

I can attest talaga na God let things happen because He has plans for you. Don't gripe if He gives you challenges because after those is something better. More than what you expected.

Earn Money From Blogging!

2008-03-28T07:04:00.000+08:00

To be honest, I did not know that there is such a thing as "earning from your blogs". Some of my friends had told me about it, but I did not know how. Just recently, I came up with a site called bloggerwave which gives oppprtunities to blogger out there to make money through their blog(s). Bloggerwave is aiming to be Europe's biggest advertising media on blogs and you, as a blogger, can help them grow so more and more jobs will come.

So, live life through blogging and at the same time earning. Log on to www.bloggerwave.com now!

So Sick And About Technorati

2008-03-25T04:36:00.000+08:00

No. I am not telling I am so sick of love songs, just like Ne-Yo. I thought my fever is gone already, but I am totally mistaken. Thank God I am still able to wake up early for my morning show and go back to work. I apologize if I haven't posted some latest reports here. Despite the sickness and summer break, I still have to do a lot of things like going to work(this is my first summer that I get to work) and working on my requirements at my school. I have planned to transfer school kasi this coming June. I tell you, this is a difficult decision to make because I've already friendships at the school I am presently enrolled in and, in one way or another, it is a painful part for all of us. I had no choice - I need to look for cheaper yet quality choices.

By the way, I am happy to inform that I got a Technorati Profile. I just hope that this will enhance my fame(yeah, because I want more readers to discover more about God) and ability as a blogger. I am very blessed by God because God has allowed my blog to be approved at BuyBlogReviews.

I hope this is the BIGinning.

A Lenten Special

2008-03-23T03:00:00.000+08:00

Today is Black Saturday. Actually, I am planning to write by tomorrow, so I can have a lot of things to tell regarding my Lenten break. However, I changed my mind. I can't wait to share my experiences to you - about how God made an impact to me during these days.

Last Holy Wednesday night, I stayed at my aunt's place. It was my grandma who wanted me to stay overnight. So I gave in to her request. Though I was supposed to get more rest after a nerve-wracking examination and Araw-ng-Dabaw week, I still managed to sleep at my uncomfortable state. I don't know what is of me, but I just can't sleep well in some people's house. Yeah, part of it is the bed(I am sometimes particular to it), but I think it has something to do with me as a home-sweet-home guy. If not with my studies, work, and blogging(I still don't have PC at home), I would spend the rest of my day at my pad.

I went home in the afternoon and watched again "The Passion Of The Christ". The last time I watched Mel Gibson's film was last Tuesday. I can't say that the movie is good or bad, but while I was watching it, I felt a spooky feeling down my spine, as if I am guilty. All along, I kept on shouting, "enough!", after seeing Jesus being tortured so much by ruthless Romans. Now, I am contemplating. What if I was there during the last twelve hours of Jesus? Am I the one whipping Jesus? Or the one who did put the crown of thorns? The high priests? Peter, Judas, or any of the apostles? Or the one who's weeping? Yes, I know I am a sinner, but I just hope He will consider me as Simon of Cyrene.

Most of my Good Friday afternoon was spent at Frieny's place. Ayme and her gang went to my house to borrow the VCD of "The Passion Of The Christ". I lend it to them, then followed them to Frieny's place. Together, we watched the same film, but I don't know if they felt the same way, too. I think the movie's violence is enough for us to see how Jesus did suffer for our redemption. Ayme borrowed it for an encore with her family, and I agreed.

Vincent arrived by six in the evening, by the time that Ayme and Shungit was already gone. We had some TV watching with Frieny's siblings. Tanging Yaman and Anak were the featured shows. We waited a little longer for the rain to stop. We left by eight, after realizing that the rain won't stop. Now, I am having bit of a sick feeling, but I think I could surpass this by God's grace.

I felt closer to God at these times. I just hope that I would be more close to Him after this. I just hope that He still loves me, so I can love Him more and my enemies, most importantly.

"If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from your hand, O king."

Daniel 3:17

Happy And Sad "Araw Ng Dabaw"

2008-03-17T10:49:00.000+08:00

Late na ako nagising. 6:30 ng umaga yung assembly. May gas, 6:00 na sa orasan! Actually, narinig ko yung alarm clock ng cellphone ko, mga 4:00 in the morning. Pero wa epek sa akin yung alarm. Kaya ayun, isang minutong ligo, walang toothbrush, walang breakfast...diretso labas na ng bahay. Sa downtown Uyanguren Ave. magsisimula yung parade ng "Araw Ng Dabaw". Medyo malayo rin sa bahay namin. Sa awa naman ni God who is with me always, nakahanap ako ng masasakyang jeep.

Ooops! May problema: may rerouting scheme. Patay! Lalo akong male-late nito. Kaya liko rito, liko roon si Mamang Drayber. May nakita ako - mga taong nagdadala ng drum at lyre. Bumaba na ako at naglakad papunta sa assembly area. Malayo din yung nilakad ko noh. Hanggang nakita ko ang teacher ko sa P.E. Ay, eto na nga! Sponsor kasi yung school namin sa selebrasyon, kaya kelangan din naming makibahagi. Hinahanap ko yung dean namin, siya dapat ang kasama ko. Na-stun ako sandali nang biglang tinawag ako ng P.E. teacher namin. Napansin pa pala ako. Sinundan ko siya and, at last, nakita ko yung dean namin.

7 AM na. Late ako. Pero ayos lang. Hindi pa nagsisimula yung parada. Transformation na kami with all the banners, vans, cheerers, at payong. Super, ang init! Hindi na iyon Vitamin D, for sure. Naghanap ako ng tubig(nakalimutan ko kasi kanina sa sobrang pagmamadali) pero wala! Tapos, 8 AM pala magsisimula ang parade?! Like what duh? Ayos pa rin ako kasi andyan si Mamang Mineral Water.

Enjoying ang parade, as in! Kahit malayo yung nilakad namin, kahit nakakapagod, but the experience is all worth it. May mga naging kaibigan din ako sa ibang courses. Kaya nahihirapan akong magdecide kung magta-transfer ba ako ng school o hindi. Hay, naku!

Sunday. May sked na for today. Sinabihan ko na si Bryan na hindi ako makakapunta sa kanila for our one-on-one talk kay God dahil sa parade. Kaya after the parade, naisipan kong magsine, tapos magsisimba by 6 PM. Tapos uwi ng bahay. Kasabay ko yung mga taga-clan ko dati sa movie trip namin. Pero biglang nagchange nang plans. Wala daw silang pera. Eh kaninang umaga, we were talking about it na manonood nga ng "One Missed Call". Doon na nagsimula ang aking pagka-inis. Sinasabihan ko silang wag mag-alala sa akin, that I am okay.

Dumating si Jie, ka-clan din namin noon. Close friend at ex-boyfriend ng liligawan ko sanang babae, si Lala. Ayokong magselos pero that's what I felt. Pilit kong tinatago yun from NCCC Mall papuntang MTS hanggang Gaisano Mall. Maglalaro sana kami ng airsoft(hindi ko alam yun). Pero there were a lot of change of plans. Sa Gaisano Mall, nagko-concert ang 6 Cycle Mind. Andoon daw sina Lei at Mia, ka-clan ko rin...dati. Pumunta naman kami to another venue, sa Gimik Karaoke Bar.

Guess what? Hindi ako nakapagsimba. Guilty ako, inside. I felt empty, alam mo yun. Kasi may kasalanan ako sa Kanya. I am not happy anymore. Gustuhin ko mang mag-exit ng early, pero in respect na lang din sa mga kasamahan ko, I stayed. Ayaw ko ring sirain yung moment nila kasi city charter day yun, for crying out loud. Labis talaga akong nasaktan - alam kong si Lala ay masaya dahil andyan si Jie. Gusto kong mag-walk out just like what I did in the past. Ngunit hindi ako magpapahalata. I tried to be happy, pero ang bigat nang smile ko at hindi ko mabuhat.

Twice na itong nangyari sa akin. Sobrang katangahan na ito. Nagquit na ako sa clan namin, but why am I with them? Tapos nagkasala pa ako sa Kanya, ulit. Palm Sunday na Palm Sunday pa naman! I promise this will be the last. The last.

Btw, nakabili ako ng "The Passion Of The Christ" na VCD for Good Friday. Sana may ma-realize ako this time.

Note: Yung mga names sa taas, hindi real. Ayaw ko kasing sabihin yung mga pangalan nilang tunay dito, baka mabasa nila ito. Na pinag-uusapan ko sila dito.

For the English version of this post, click here.

Of Kindness

2008-03-16T01:55:00.000+08:00

Nakapagblog na rin ako, sa wakas! Sa katunayan, may isa akong blog(check my previous post). Daily account ko iyon, parang diary. Na-feel ko na talagang online na ang aking buhay dito sa blogosphere. At least, may isa or dalawang nagko-comment, masaya na ako doon. Maraming salamat sa sumusubaybay sa akin, kahit nitong araw sobrang busy sa pag-catch up ng lessons at mga projects. In fact, may klase pa kami hanggang sa Holy Wednesday.

Naiingit ako sa mga vernacular blogs out there. Sinubukan kong mag-Bisaya. Kahit tubong-Davao ako, mahirap pa rin talaga. Baka magkamali sa grammaratic(another variation ng salitang "grammar"). As what I've said before, I'll try na makasulat ng mga posts na relatable at maiintindihan ng local at foreign audience ko(kung meron man).

"In the end, only kindness matters..."
-excerpt from "Hands" by Jewel

Medyo gusto ko yung kanta. About God kasi, eh. Saka yung line na ito yung pinaka-powerful sa akin. Na-realize ko lang talaga na sa huli, kabutihan pa rin ang mananaig(o diba, trinanslate ko lang). Hindi kasi eh. May mga napapansin lang ako sa mga tao ngayon. Parang nahihirapan silang magpakabait at gumawa ng mabuti sa kapwa. Gaya na lang noong na-experience ko last last last night.

Yung bahay namin, papasok kasi sa isang barangay. Medyo malayo. Pero, kaya ko namang maglakad. Kaya lang pag tinatamad, sumasakay ako ng tricycle. Kaya lang, may mga drivers na namimili ng pasahero. Pag taga-Reldo ka, ibaba ka lang sa kanto ng village namin. Ewan ko - ganoon yung treatment nila sa aming nakatira sa mga village na hindi sementado. May isang beses pa nga na malakas ang ulan, ang hirap sumakay kasi yung mga drivers ay super O.A! Kaya umakyat ako sa amin, walang payong at basang-basa sa ulan. No choice! May nakapansin sa akin na isang driver. Naawa siguro sa aking sitwasyon. Hitch daw. Tumanggi na ako. Huli na ang lahat, basa na ako sa ulan.

Kaya nagtaka na lang ako nang dumating ang Traffic Management Center sa aming lugar at hinuli ang mga driver na iyon. Shock silang lahat dahil lahat ng unit, confiscated! Wala kasi silang mga lisensya. Buti nga sa kanila. Ay, sorry Lord. Actually, sinabi ko na sa Kanya na, "bless them Oh Lord. Ang tangi ko lang magagawa ay intindihin sila; they are just making a living." Kahit namimili sila ng pasahero when they are doing a business illegally, pinagdadasal ko pa rin sila. Naglakad ako papunta sa amin, kasi paralyzed yung transportation system nang gabing iyon. Halos lahat kasi ng residents doon ay iyon ang mode of transportation.

Balik tayo. I am not speaking for or against the drivers out there. Generally speaking, kelangan talaga natin ang kindness. Dapat hindi pinipili ang mga taong pakikitaan natin ng kabaitan. Pangit o maganda. Mahirap o mayaman. Bobo o matalino. Mahina o malakas. Kung siguro lahat tayo mabait, masaya siguro ang lahat. Hindi maaabuso ang kabaitan kasi lahat na tayo, mabait. Oh, huh? Anong say niyo?

Basta ako, I try to be kind and nice sa lahat. Just like God's goodness.

Check Out My New Site!

2008-03-10T03:48:00.000+08:00

This new website I created is an account of what I have done for the past few days. So if you cannot get it(i.e. my diary) here, better get it on http://www.yarnhojdaily.blogspot.com/. See you there!

99 Balloons

2008-03-07T02:24:00.000+08:00

Last night, I checked out what something new at Godtube. And this video really strikes me down to the innermost veins of my heart. A different kind of love by parents to a child.

Eliot's journey on life is something very courageous. He fought for his parents, and so are they to him. They are indeed a very loving parents. Gosh! I cried when I saw this. I remembered my parents and the love, I know, that's irreplaceable. Yes, I missed my dad who joined Him last December and I know that I am going to see my father back...soon.

The Domino Tag

2008-03-04T04:55:00.000+08:00

A work of art! Thanks xjephx for this tag. I really like the colors!

Rule: Copy the entire list and add your name or website at the bottom. And tag at least 5 friends. (But you can tag as many as you like).

Hey, where's the list?! Actually, I will not be passing this tag(or virus, I may consider) to my other bloggers-friends out there because this tag is hard to make. Just imagine all the links I need to commend. I would rather put them in my blogroll than spending tagging at another blogger whom I am worried of. I don't want to put headaches on him/her.

I just realized that tagging here is the same tagging you do when you pass text messages which say, "pass this to 25 people or else you will die..." Every time I receive the message, I immediately erase it, especially when it talks about God who will not be blessing you or your mother who will get killed of an accident because you fail to pass it to other texters. The only difference here in the blogosphere is that it does not impose threats or something scary. But, in a way, tagging in texting and blogging is the same - you pass messages. And that is not ME. I have nothing against with the other bloggers who are "Pro-Tagging" or to tagging entirely, but what I am looking for are tags that are sensible, maybe with a Bible verse attached to it.

Nevertheless, thanks to xjephx. I still like it though. Keep on tagging! (^-^)

Do The Right Thing For The Kids To Emulate

2008-03-01T12:22:00.000+08:00

One afternoon, I saw a kid. I think he was seven years old. He was playing with his fellow jeep conductors of his age. They were jumping from jeep to jeep in the midst of heavy traffic. I was smiling as I was seeing them. Honestly, I envy them because they were able to play while doing their work, unlike me who had been deprived of childhood enjoyment because I was busy with my studies then. Everything was almost picture-perfect, until the kid I saw showed his 'middle finger' to a driver of the next jeep. And I was completely stunned.

The driver jokingly tried to scare him of the Land Transportation Office(LTO) people staying at the end of their route waiting to jail them and get the money he held between his fingers. In the world he had grown, I could expect him to do it when pissed off. In the world he had grown are adults who have forgotten to be a model of virtues to the young ones. This generation has lost people worth emulating because the world is filled with worldly elders.

I am not putting this in general, but in the eyes of a child, everything - be it right or wrong - that the old people are doing is always right. The young ones now follow what they see from their elders are doing. That is the cold hard truth, unfortunately. They have forgotten the things God wants us to do.

Look at what is happening in the Philippines. All of us know about the corruption and dishonesty and crimes and wars and all. Do we want the people of the next generation inherit all these? We cannot just impose something, like telling the truth(please, let us not be hypocrites), that's way too unrealistic unless we are all motivated. Be these kids serves as our motivation. The kids are going to rule our land and the world in the future, so let us not mess up the world they are going to turn into a better place to live in.

God bless us all.

Live Each Day As If It'sYour Last

2008-02-28T03:15:00.000+08:00

I spotted my friend's Friendster account. Her shoutout, "live each day as if it's your last", made me think to share my insight on it.

Most people tell their friends that you have to enjoy this life, particularly this day, because this comes only once. So, enjoy life - try everything what you want to try and you haven't tried. Go and smoke cigarettes. Go and take shabu. Go and drink alcohol. Go and have sex. Go and do whatever pleases you - even if Satan is happily laughing at what you are doing!

No. That should not be the thinking. Instead you should LIVE THIS DAY AS IF IT'S YOUR LAST by doing good things because we don't know when we are gone. Seize this day to help the needy, to be kind, to read the Bible, to share about Jesus and to follow His will. In the end, it is about doing your part in either the right or wrong way - it is either we go to heaven or hell.

A Week of Lessons

2008-02-23T03:00:00.000+08:00

Yes. Actually, every week, and as well every day, should be an avenue for new lessons. But I could say that this week is a week of memorable ones I'd like to apply starting now. See what I learned this week.

It started with what Pastor Kenny of the Celebration Church taught us last Sunday. My favorite part of his sermon was about taking care of your time, health, purity, good name, money and eternal possessions and eternal rewards, all for the glory of God.

Time. Yes, definitely this applies to me during our exam week. It was too late for me to realize that I should have managed my time well. Kaya ayun, hindi ako nakapasa ng project sa major namin. May deductions na daw next week. So now I am paying the consequences of being unmindful of my time. With my time sana, I was able to study for my lessons, prepare adlibs for my morning show, nakapaglinis ng bahay, nakapag-update ng blog at marami pang iba. I realized also that I am having no time for my spiritual sessions because of my mismanagement of time. I am so guilty now of regrets.

Health. At first, I thought being thin is a nice thing to do. I mean, who cares? It is my life, besides. But when I got Pastor Kenny's idea on this subject, hindi pala dapat ganoon. What if you God will give you long life and you were smoking, drinking and eating too much fat when you were young? Magsa-suffer ka lang sa consequences in the form of hypertension, diabetes, etc. And I realized that when there is good health, you are able to do things better - and that includes serving the Lord. Hindi pwede yung palampa-lampa ka diyan! That's why I am cutting BABOY on my diet. Not that I am a Moslem, but, too, I feel that I got the same feeling towards it just like Moslems do. That's why fish, beef and chicken muna ako ngayon. It just feels funny because I am looking after my diet, just like most people do. And I know it is not me. I ate five kwek-kweks on the last day of our examination, tapos naalala ko na high sa cholesterol pala yun. Naku, baka ma-high blood ako nito! Para akong praning.

Purity. This goes out to all of us. If you feel like dignity is not anymore important to you, go and look for a slut outside and have some affair with him/her. According kay Pastor Kenny, prostitutes feel so impure they are hurt and guilty whenever they see people following righteousness harmoniously with God. So they tempt us. We have options, though - right or wrong. Of course, dapat sa right. Don't get tempted. Protect your dignity.

Good Name. This one is just a follow-up to the previous paragraph. You have a good name to protect - don't turn it into a bad one.

Money and Possessions. This commonly applies to businessmen. But remember we have as well duty to be done for God. Protect our money and possessions for tithing. That 10% percent thing you get from your income - you should give that to the Lord wholeheartedly. My friend told me that whenever you tithe, you get blessed by God. Now, if you don't get the 10% to the Lord, He will still get that. Example, your income in a certain week is P1, 000, and your tithe(the 10%) is 100. You haven't given it because you use it for something else, like cellphone load, for instance. But God has the power to take it back, whether you like it or not. He might make you sick, and the cost of the medicine is P100 or He might destroy your cellphone, and the repair costs P100. The only difference is that you won't get blessed by Him. I tithe as always because I feel blessed more and more. If I will not, I am hurt because I am not blessed. What will you choose: to tithe and be blessed or not to tithe and have that 10% gotten by Him without blessings from Him?

Eternal Rewards. This was the one which Pastor Kenny promised us to give as a sermon next time. So watch out for that.

As the days passed by, I learned to say, 'stop'. I quitted from my clan Davangels because I feel that texting is getting into my way of living. I need to choose for the better. I expected them, my friends from that clan, to understand my situation. But some won't. No, I am not being selfish with my decision because I never told them that I'll forget to them. They know I won't do that. Never! I may not have mastered the art of letting-go, but I know I did the right thing for myself. What I did is theirs to accept, kung wala talagang iwanan.

One thing is on academics. Yeah, I told you that Natural Science subject is hard, but I realized it is not. I think that is another form of love. "Love your enemy(Matthew 5:44). In this case, the difficult subjects are my enemies. If I know that only in the beginning, I am able sana to have an easy life on school.

I loved this week. And I am so happy with the lessons I've learned. I know that God is with me in my learning. Thank you my Friend!

A Valentines Message

2008-02-15T00:50:00.000+08:00

Today is February 14, 2008. The world knows it. People are in hunt for dates, whether a blind one or not. I am just so thankful that we got no classes today because it is Educators' Day in our school. That means I'll be having more time to prepare for my reports next week and make my projects especially on my major subjects. That's what only I can do today for a dateless guy like me. Iv'e been treating this as an ordinary one since I was born.

I've been thinking and thinking on what to write on this special day. And I came up with this part in the Bible. It is the I Corinthians Chapter 13:

If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.

And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.

If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated,

it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury,

it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing.
For we know partially and we prophesy partially,

but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.

When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things.

At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.
So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

I don't know who are the other bloggers out there who's going to write a post like this, but, at least I tried to be the first to send you the real message of love. Happy Valentines Day!

The Media Meet: A Follow-Up

2008-02-13T11:16:00.000+08:00

Following my post last January 26, 2008, here's the pictures during The Media Meet - a gathering, for the first time, of representatives from schools offering Mass Communications and Communication Arts programs in Davao City - which took place last January 26, 2008 in a dinner meeting at Molave.

Click here to view the album

I Cried Because of the Davangels EB for Valentines

2008-02-12T01:01:00.000+08:00

I was just done with my shift for the morning show. It is cold here. I don't blame our airconditioning unit for that. If you're in Davao now, like RIGHT NOW as I was writing this, it's 26 degrees celsius. The atmosphere seems like in Baguio City. Lonely. Just like what I felt yesterday during the Davangels Grand Eyeball at Bago Beach Resort in Gulf View Subdivision.

I was among those people who, in the beginning, is against the event and my colleagues don't know that I am griping. I just don't want it to happen. Why? Because it's a Sunday - the day I anticipate very much in each week of my life. When it is Sunday, I am very excited because that means I get to be with Him. Instead of going to the church, I stayed. Until it ended.

We had fun. Maybe - only them. Deep inside I feel guilty of what I did. I chose not to go to church because I had to wait for the late comers for the sake of pakikisama. And the worst thing - I drank a shot of Red Horse then, and I felt unclean. I cried deep inside. I said sorry to Him, but I think it wasn't enough. I confessed to Adz, a friend of mine, about it and he somewhat scolded me of what I did. If only I left earlier and went home with him...I felt God was there, scolding me. I cried. That was the only thing I could do.

I felt stupid. Even if you say, "look at the brighter side of life. You meet your friends. It is great". But there is something wrong. A wrong mistake I won't forget.

Satan defeated me. Satan made me cry.

I know God has ways of letting things happen and letting us do things on our own because He wants us to learn. And, indeed I learned a very valuable lesson.

Thank You God for again redeeming me. I know I have been so bad. I am foolish and stupid. But still You forgave me. Because You love me. Oh God. My love cannot be like Your love. Please show me how[to love You]. Amen.

Rosalinda and My Dream

2008-02-08T10:00:00.000+08:00

Hay. Tapos na rin ang school week. Nagpapasalamat ako dahil apat na beses lang ako pumapasok sa school. Mabuti na rin ang ganoon upang ma-enjoy ko talaga yung essence ng weekend. A week should end. At isang paraan ng pag-end ng week ay magsaya on a weekend.

By the way, medjo Tegeleg na yung ginagamit ko dito. Wala lang. Masarap palang mag-Tegeleg. Nagpapasalamat ako sa Teacher Nicole ng Journalism subject namin for introducing the beauty of Tegeleg writing. Feature writing na kami ngayon, kaya medyo freestyle na ang pagsusulat. Ikanga, "write to express, not to impress". Hindi naman sa sinasabi kong pangit yung mga English blogs diyan. Komportable naman akong magsulat sa Ingles, mas lalo na sa Tegeleg. Kaya, saan ako? Eh di doon sa mas komportable.

Once in a while, may English posts siguro akong gagawin. Depende. Mas challenging din kasi yung English lalo na sa demands ng globalization. English is indispensable, and I think, we can never get out of the reality.

Balik sa pagsasaya on a weekend. Yeah, magsaya. As in, hahaha. Ganun. Look at the bright side of life. Gaya ng Rosalinda. Oo. Maganda kasi siya - si Thalia - at magaling pa na singer. Nasusubaybayan ko talaga yung series na ito noong 2000 kasi yun yung pinanood ng mga tao sa bahay. Mga babae kasi mostly yung kasama ko doon, from my lola to my little sister. Except lang doon sa ending(kasi nagbrown out that time, kainis!).

Gusto ko rin yung kantang "Ay Amor Rosalinda" saka yung MTV sa itaas. Hindi ko maintindihan pero sabihin na nating may appetite na pala ako sa filmmaking kahit bata pa ako. Makikita mo naman sa MTV yung lahat na siguro ng posibleng effects to convey drama. At kung papanoorin mo siya closely, mapapansin mo ang pasulpot-sulpot na paglabas ng Rosalinda logo na may kasamang rose at ang kaayusan at kagandahan ng pagkakasalaysay ng istorya in a one-minute-and-a-half music video. Ang galing! May slow motion effect. May flowers-falling-backwards effect. May acting at projection. May silhouette effect. At marami pang effects.

Tuloy mas nagkakaroon ako ng desire na maging filmmaker. Salamat kay Rosalinda. Siya ang aking inspirasyon. Alam ko na in God's time, He will allow me to be a filmmaker and I will be doing it in His glory.

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Nabasa ko pala sa Wikipedia na nabili na pala ng GMA yung rights ng Rosalinda, together with Marimar. Baka magkaroon ng Rosalinda na sa Telebabad. At sino ang bida? Si Marian Rivera, crush ko. Hehehe.

Mga Nakaka-pressure na Responsibilidad

2008-02-05T01:02:00.000+08:00

Yipee, this is my 50th post na! Meaning, 50 posts to go na lang and may 100 posts na ako!

Maraming salamat sa nag-congratulate sa akin noong nakaraan kong post at sa naniniwala sa aking kakayahan na mag-Tagalog, oh eto na po yun. Hehehe. Monday ay este Lunes na naman at balik sa normal ang lahat. P.E. namin mamaya - pinaka-hate kong subject. Absent pa naman ako noong nakaraang Lunes kasi napagod sa House Party 7 sa istasyon at kelangan kong matulog. Saka mamaya din ang talent dev namin para maging magaling na DJ kami. Hay, ewan kung gagaling pa ako eh puro kapalpakan lang ang ginagawa. Ako ata ang black sheep sa istasyon eh.

Hayaan ninyo, ipopost ko dito yung boses ko as an audio clip. Sa ngayon, magtiyaga muna kayo sa playlist ko - mga paborito kong tugtog ang mga iyan.

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Kahapon ay birthday ng pinakamamahal naming Mrs. Judith Hilda Pastoral(pasensya na at wala siya sa picture). Kakaiba talaga ang teacher naming iyon, 50 years old something na ata siya pero may gana pa ring magturo. Naging adviser namin siya noong huling taon namin sa hayskul at, sa totoo lang, talaga malaking impact talaga siya sa buhay namin. From the advises to sermons, as in THE BEST! And bago kami grumadweyt sa hayskul, pinangako namin na magkikita pa rin kaming mga XYLOGZ at yun ay tuwing bertdi ni Teacher Judith. Pero ayun, as usual, hindi kami kumpleto. Medyo nalungkot ako kasi parang never na ata kaming makukumpleto. Gaya daw ng sabi sa amin ni Sir Aglu during our high school recollection, "may nava-vibes akong hindi maganda sa grupo niyo." Katakot noh?

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These past days ay may na-realize lang ako - how busy I am, at anu-anong responsibilidad ang hinahawakan ko. Kaya iisa-isahin ko siya ngayon. Here we go...

Pag-aalaga sa lola ko. Yes, hindi naman ako caregiver pero yun yun. Pero hands off nako sa mga ginagawa ni lola sa C.R. Sa paghahanda lang ako ng pagkain at presence ko ang ginagawa ko. Yun lang. Emosyunal kasi yung lola ko. Yun ata ang namana ko, I think. Kaya di maiwan. Saka noong bata ako, siya talaga yung tumatayong nanay ko. I feel sorry pa nga kasi til now, I still remember yung time na matutulog siya sa tabi ko. At ano naman ang ginawa ko? Tinaboy ko siya na parang, "eeeew, lola. Go away". Hay, ewan. I was a bad kid before. Dala lang siguro ng murang pag-iisip. Kaya ngayon bumabawi ako sa kanya. After school, uwi agad. After work, uwi agad.

Morning show. Yeah, I am a DJ pero I still have to learn. As in marami pang bagay. Actually noong pumasok ako sa MIX isa lang naman ang goal ko - yung ma-understand ko ang technical aspect ng radyo. Naa-amaze lang kasi ako - the console, pc, cd player, atbp. I have reached that goal in a month at tinamad na ako. Mas gusto ko pa ata maging technician na lang eh kesa maging DJ. But it turned out na nilagay ako sa morning show kasi umalis yung ibang DJs. It is such a big responsibility. Of course, yun kasi ang unang naririnig ng tao diba? Dapat hindi ka magkamali. Dapat tama LAHAT ng ginagawa mo. Yun yung S.O.P. dun sa station na laging sinasabi sa akin ng station manager namin. Grabe! This morning nga lang eh napagalitan ako dahil nagbasa ako ng email about God. There's nothing wrong with it pero hindi ko nilagyan ng background music. Yun yung mali. Hay naku! It is really complicated.

Pamilya. 2 years na lang at may matatapos na akong degree. And I will be the first to have a degree sa pamilya namin. Kaya pala sinasabi nila na ako daw yung pag-asa. Mostly kasi sa mga cousins ko, hayskul lang ang inabot. Tamad mag-aral. Nag-aabroad sa Japan. Kung hindi naman, nag-aasawa ng maaga. Tapos nabubuntis o nakabuntis. Kaya tinitiyak nila na ang landas na aking tinatahak ay tama.

Eskwela. Dean's lister ako. Mahirap pala, noh? Kala ko madali lang. Mahirap maging paborito ng mga teacher dahil marami silang expectations. Ewan ko kung mame-maintain ko ba yung grade ko this sem kasi I am not consistent on my Science at Character Dev subjects. Mahirap kasi yung mga terminologies ng una at mga theories ng huli.

Bahay. Bakit? Ibibenta kasi namin siya at ako ang pinahahanapan ng buyer. Malaki siyang bahay(soon I'll be posting the pictures) at kelangang linisin. Pero di ko siya nililinisan. Nakakapagod! Hindi ko talaga gusto yung mala-mansiyon na bahay, simpleng bahay kubo ok na! Si Mama lang kasi ang gustong maging bongga ang bahay. It is getting older now, kaya kelangan ibenta na. At ayaw ko nang tumira doon.

Ilan lang ito sa mga responsibilidad kong pinapasan. Araw-araw may dumadating na bagong duties. Burden na naman. Kahapon na-iyak na lang ako, for the first time this year. Minsan natatanong ko sa Kanya, "bakit ako?" Pero hindi pala dapat ganun. I should tell Him, "Lord, I trust in You".

Ayan, Rockie nasagot ko na ang tanong mo kaya ako malungkot nitong araw.

* * * * *

Last last last Friday, bumisita ako sa isang internet cafe. Tinanong ako ng babae kung anong year na ako sa high school. Sabi ko, college na ako. Hiningi niya I.D. ko pero naiwan ko iyon sa bahay at hindi ko nadala. Sinabi kong nag-aaral sa Davao Doctors College at 19 na ako. Bawal daw kasi mag-internet sa cafe pag school hours daw - a no-no for high school students. I wasn't convincing then kasi hindi ako naka-uniform. Pero, eventually pumayag din siyang maka-internet ako.

Tanong ko: Bata pa ba talaga ako? O talagang baby face ako?

Why Blogging?

2008-02-01T22:30:00.000+08:00

A blog (a portmanteau of web log) is a website where entries are commonly displayed in reverse chronological order. "Blog" can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.

Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability for readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important part of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (artlog), photographs (photoblog), sketchblog, videos (vlog), music (MP3 blog), audio (podcasting) are part of a wider network of social media. Micro-blogging is another type of blogging which consists of blogs with very short posts.

-Wikipedia

When I was a kid, by the age of 12 or 13, I used to having a small diary of myself. But when my cousins discovered it in my room and started reading every minute detail in my life - including my crush life - I stopped jotting my personal experiences in the small notebook.

During the last year of my high school where memories are lovely(think HAYSKUL LAYF), I feel the need of writing a journal again, however it remained a feeling because of how busy I was then. That time, Sheena told me about Friendster Blog. I opened one because I have an FS account. Just to avail all of those FS services, you know.

When I joined in a texters' clan last October 2006, I was opened to the idea of Blogger because our clan founder opened an account of such. She gave me the password of it. Having a little knowledge about HTML from my Computer 100 class, I tried to experiment it until I know how to make my own. That's why I created one for myself, but it was a total disaster. After a day of creating an account, I cannot retrieve my account and password. And my spirit dampened.

I decided to create another one, this time for my high school batch XYLOGZ. It was a successful account but I had problem about changing my blog template. That time, I didn't know about reverting it to classic template. But when I knew about it, I added blogs into this account, maintaining about 8 blogs.

But why blogging? Why is it that people are getting hooked with it? Personally, aside from the fact that I get my first name spelled correctly, blogging is a good way of expressing oneself and sharing thoughts with sensible people. It is as well a great way of making friends anonymously and can practice your writing skills especially to me that I am planning to pursue a career in journalism once I graduate.

So, as my Blogger account turns one year old today, I recomment blogging to everybody. There's nothing wrong about creating one. In the end the rewards are wonderful. Thank you to those who commented on my posts and the lovely(talaga!) messages on my chatbox, who added me in my Multiply and Friendster and followed me at Twitter(meron ba?!)- salamat! salamat!

Thank you very strong.
-Inday Tanini, DJ of M.O.R. Davao

House Party 7

2008-01-30T22:30:00.000+08:00

The world stopped spinning for a while.

That was last January 27, 2008 for the 7th year anniversary of OMARCO-owned 105.9 Mix FM, a pop music station in Davao City. House Party 7 started with me(my on-air name is LEE), Joey, Neo and Chesky and followed by the other DJs Marvin, Erin, Crimson, Chris Chase, Aeigh, Andi and George Booke. We counted down our Top 105 songs from the year 2007 as well.

Smile first before talking!

Every hour, we gave away prizes to a lucky listener from 6 A.M. down to 10:59 P.M. when we gave away a brand new cellphone - a SAMSUNG E900. Personally, I am quite disappointed because I haven't won the cellphone and how I wished if I were the listener and joining the contest. Huhuhu.

Ang pamilya namin!

Just before the clock stroke at midnight, we said our thank-yous to our listeners for their continued patronage for 7 years. Though I am a new DJ and don't know the historical background of the station, still I am very happy for its achievement.

Pamilya na naman ng 105.9 MIX FM!

Indeed, an unforgettable house party. And all you needed to do there was just to turn up the volume of your radio. And listen.

Media Meets For The First Time

2008-01-27T14:00:00.000+08:00

It is late in the evening and I want to write something. I had a great fun with the Media Meet this evening where some Communications students from different schools in Davao City met for the first time. Ateneo students, the organizers of the event, wanted to meet the other students in Mass Communications and Communications Arts. So we have met.

Ideas about the deteriorating enrollment of the course collided. But the good thing was we are all eager to do something about it. The most important thing there is we've met each other. And new friendships sprung.

I'll be posting pictures soon about the event.

My Ideal Day

2008-01-27T05:04:00.000+08:00

I don't know but I had an encounter with 'maling akala' today. I thought I am going to take over DJ Marvin for a boardwork but it turned it's not today - it's next Saturday pa pala. Yan ang napapala ng hindi nakikinig ng mabuti.

* * * * *

After a very stressful week, I am looking forward to another one. Tomorrow shall be the seventh year anniversary of our station 105.9 Mix FM - a whole day affair that will run from 6 A.M. until 12 M.N. Monday is our CA 110 exam, which I know is a tough one. In addition, I dedicate myself pa on nursing my 70-year-old-something grandmother and looking for a buyer sa bahay namin. Then, I ask myself, "when am I going to have a break?" Not just a break but a legitimate break.

My ideal day.

Whenever that day comes, I am sure that it would be greatest relaxation day of my life. Here's a sked of what I want to do on that day. I hope it will work on you.

6 A.M. That's the time I'll wake up. Fixing the bed, brushing my teeth, taking a bath - all those basic morning rituals. And my favorite part? Cooking my own breakfast. Because of my preoccupations, I still find a hard time to cook for myself. And on that day, I want to treat myself. To cook garlic rice(my favorite) in the morning, that is.

9 A.M. I think this would be my favorite part of the day. Why? Because I want to do blogging or surfing the internet(i.e. at Friendster, Multiply, Twitter, Perfspot, Youtbe)using my laptop by that time with a family member beside me, preferably my grandma or father. I don't know. I just want them to be there. Have some little chat with them. I know that would mean something to me and to them.

3 P.M. I'll go and visit a friend. And, maybe, play with them. Biking. Basketball. Swimming. Dancing. Whatever the game is, I know it will be fun. I shall bring a guitar, too.

5 P.M. I'll check on the sunset and observe the nature. Alone. I think whenever I do that, I feel closer to God and to His creation. That's the best thing.

7 P.M. I'll watch an old Filipino movie. You know, those my-brother-is-not-a-pig types and everything that goes along with it. I'll prefer a drama; that's more relaxing than action and horror, right?

However, there are a lot of barriers on my way that keeps me away from having my ideal day. I don't have a laptop yet because I am still earning money for it. Nonetheless, I know it will come. In God's perfect time.

Question: what shall I do on my ideal day's vacant slots such as the lunchtime? Of course, I'll eat my lunch. And read the Word of God.

It's cool.

* * * * *

I really like this song. And the artist as well. Vanessa Carlton's Hands On Me. You may want to check it out on my music player My Guitar. Here's is the lyrics(with a video):

I first saw you at the video exchange
I know my heart and it will never change
This temp work would be alright if you'd call me
You'd call me
I lay awake at night for you
And I pray

We'd cross the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me

The subway radiates with heat
We've barely met and still I cross the street to your door

We'd cross the deepest oceans
Cargo across the sea
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me

Someday when our stories are told
They'll tell of a love like this
When our descendents are all growing old
1,000 years they'll be singing
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah, nah, nah

We'll climb Tibetan mountains
Where we can barely breathe
I'll see the Dali Lama
I'll feel him blessing me
And all the constellations
Shine down for us to see
And if you don't believe me
Just put your hands on me
Your hands on me...

First saw you at the video exchange

Until next time...

A Nosebleeding Week

2008-01-25T23:49:00.000+08:00

Actually I don't want it to call my week like this, but some unfortunate events along my way tells it so. And I was PARTIALLY deprived from blogging(thanks to Twitter for keeping me on-the-go - look below my chatbox here)of a whole lot Midterm examination thing.

Monday. P.E exam. I don't how to play basketball because, ever since, I wasn't into athletics since the second grade in elementary. I pitied my teammates because I cannot get the ball and I cannot guard my opponents. For two games, we lost. And I think it's my fault - because of my imbecility towards James Naismith's invention. By evening, we had our weekly talent development under Mr. George Booke, our Midweek Countdown jock. English na naman!

Tuesday. CA 121 exam. Inroduction to Journalism. The type of exam was more of the applications - that is, writing and transforming leads and some essay writing. The bad part was the numerous questions there. Make 3 leads for each test and it's too much for me. Tapos pina-inverted pyramid style pa. Ugh! We had a film viewing on "Empire" which will be part of our exam on CA 110(Intro to Theater Arts) - another nosebleeding major - on Monday.

Wednesday. I and my groupmates in Soc. Dev. 2 hadn't made a group project, so we made it after our quiz. We went all panic because that day was the deadline and we needed to pass it on THAT hour. Because of that, I was late on our Nat. Sci. long quiz. And what irritates me is to be labeled NFI. As in, NOT FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS! All I can say is that her instructions were unclear and 'No erasures' daw. Kasalanan ko bang magbago ang isip ko, ha? Ha? Ha?

Thursday. Following that Nat. Sci. looooooooong quiz is a looooooooong exam that's totally difficult. I apologize if I am not into human anatomy and to, even, its minute part, including the function of each. The rest of subjects are manageable except for Nat. Sci. I am just bothered sa anong magiging grade ko. (T_T)

In spite of the mishaps, God did not forsake me. He still let me blog(thanks to Twitter below my chatbox; follow me at Twitter!). I read the Bible along the way. I tell you it was very relaxing.

Perfect stress-absorber.

'I Am Legend' and 'Somewhere In The Middle'

2008-01-21T05:44:00.000+08:00

Call me paranoid, but I locked the gate and all the doors of our house later that evening.

I told Adz that I would JUST watch I Am Legend and I would not be moved whatever the movie is all about. I never saw the trailer of it and I just thought it will be non-frighful.

But I was wrong.

Based from Richard Matheson's novel, the movie, starring Will Smith, made me reposition myself on the theater seat comfortably to get away from seeing those scary faces of the Infected and their surprises. I am just thankful I don't have any heart diseases.

I liked the movie - it's worth your money! I like the part where they talked about God, that "God didn't do this; we did." - you see God's plans DO happen in His perfect time. The ending was good, kahit namatay ang bida saka yung aso.

Whatever the production cost of the movie(i.e. visual effects, casting, location, etc.), it was all worth it.

But before I saw the movie, I enjoyed watching the trailers of upcoming movies like 10,000 B.C. and One Missed Call. And the background music of the cinema. They played "Somewhere In The Middle" by Dishwalla. I liked it really. I just realized I missed alternative rock so much. Thank you Adz for bringing back the rock icon in me.

Rescued Just In Time

2008-01-19T09:43:00.000+08:00

Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Without warning, a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, "Lord, save us! We're going to drown!" He replied, "You of little faith, why are you so afraid?" Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. The men were amazed and asked, "What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!"

-Matthew 8:23-27(NIV)

That morning, my mind was bugged by many thoughts. One of them is my exam next week. You see, I hadn't paid for my tuition and I haven't studied. My mom told me she might not send me my allowance for this month. I was very worried and I didn't know what to do.

When I was at the jeep going to my workplace, I prayed to the Lord.

Lord Jesus, You are my Lord and my Savior. I know I am nothing without You. That's why I am coming back to You because I need You. There are a lot of things in my head and it's quite irritating. It is making me weak. I am worried with my studies. You know I need the money para maka-take ako ng exam. And I feel like I cannot pass this semester because of only two subjects: Nat. Sci. 1 and Social Orientation.

Lord, I know You know my need. I cannot take this burden. You said Your yoke is easy and Your burden is light. I am surrendering these, Lord. Hindi ko na po kaya.

After I said that, I felt I was being lifted. My worries were instantly gone. I turned my cellphone off for a while it seemed defunct. I arrived at my work very okay. I can't explain the feeling. Upon turning my cellphone on, I received a message from Mama.

Good morning. Kunin mo ang pera mamaya, mga 10 a.m.

I almost cried that time. It was ultimate happiness in an instant. Plus I got appreciated by my morning show partner Joey that I am doing better na daw in my adlibs.

I was rescued just in time. God knows what we are worrying about, and what He only asks us to do is to call on Him.

And He will do the rest.

A Very Simple Tag

2008-01-17T11:03:00.000+08:00

This one comes from Marga. Thanks.

1. Name one thing you do everyday.

- playing alone

2. Name two things you wish you could learn.

- biking
- swimming

3. Name three things that remind you of your childhood.

- dengue
- junkfoods
- friends

4. Name four things you love to eat but rarely do.

- lechon
- bacon
- cotton candy
- diet soda

5. Name five things that make you feel good.

- soundtrip
- internet
- sleeping
- praying
- travelling

Passing this 'virus' to:

Jazzy

Rocky

Redlan

Icecream

Yas

Enjoy your day!(^_^)

Wind Beneath My Wings

2008-01-17T02:00:00.000+08:00

Oh, oh, oh, oh -
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that’s your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
While you were the one with all the strain.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I’ve got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth,
Of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you’re my hero?
You’re everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you’re my hero?
You’re everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and i, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. you let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
So high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

-"Wind Beneath My Wings" Song Lyrics
(Performed by Bette Midler)

I was in the internet cafe blog hopping and reading some internet stuffs until my attention was caught with this song being played by the shop administrator as their background. I stopped pressing the keys on the keyboard for a while. Then, I remembered God...

I realized that God has a lot of ways of connecting to you. When you know how to stop for a while and reflect on your own. Where am I now? Am I on the right track? Am I living the life the way it should be? You ask this questions while waiting inside the jeep before you reach your destination. I do that, always.

When you answer these questions 'without' God with you, try to ask again. Who's the wind beneath my wings?. If you can't find one, God is there for you. Just turn your back to Him and you'll be surprised.

Remember, when you run a mile away from God you just need to get an inch back to Him. Why? Because He will follow you wherever You will go.

When It's Gone

2008-01-14T01:26:00.000+08:00

Recently, last Friday to be precise, our water supply was cut off. Not because we haven't paid yet our water bill but because the main valve where the water flows 'bursted'(I don't know if it's the right term). We had a mini fountain going on that early morning and it took a long time for the Davao City Water District(DCWD) people to fix that problem. Well, it isn't about the slow action of the DCWD but the emptiness I felt when there is no water.

It's hard to stay at home without water. There is no life, indeed. No bath. No water to drink. None. Thanks to our generous neighbor who shared some of their water. Now that water's gone, I realized how important it is. I think it's just the way it is - we remember them [our important ones] only when they are not already around.

Everything is okay now, except only for the water. We have been calling them(the DCWD) for 2 days now just to restore our water supply. I just hoped that she will come back today: water. I miss her. And this time, I'll take good care of her.

Late For The Morning Show

2008-01-09T21:34:00.000+08:00

I don't know what's wrong with the alarm of my cellular phone, but it did destroy my whole morning. What should be a great start turn out to be a disaster. I woke up usually at 4 AM for the morning show but earlier, I was shocked when I saw the wall clock - it's 6 AM! And the morning show starts at 6 AM!

I got up without changing my clothes(because last night I used my uniform upon sleeping) and taking a bath and brushing my teeth... it was really tragic. I even had not said my prayer and read the Bible like I usually do. I arrived at the 105.9 MIX FM booth by 6:40 and I was already catching my breath.

I talked of course! And I know I suck that morning. I said nonsensical words I don't know while having this heavy inhale-exhale exercise. That was terrible. I was reprimanded by my partner that I need to develop my listening skills more especially when talking to other people because when I was talking with our weather jock, I was like talking in my own world without listening to her.

I learned a lot of things today. It has something to do with discipline. I know God let Satan do this for me to become a better broadcaster.

Praise God for this shocking experience thing I had!(^_^)

I am logging out for the meantime. I need to go home, I just dropped the internet cafe to share something. Lol. Wala kasi internet at PC sa bahay kaya tiyaga muna.

Thanks sa mga readers!

Praning

2008-01-07T09:58:00.000+08:00

Hahay. Nakalimutan kong i-report sa inyo ang isang makasaysayang pangyayari na nangyari sa texting world. Dala rin siguro ng kapraningan ko. Hindi ko alam kung bahagi kayo ngunit alam ko na maituturing na isang "feat" ang nangyari. Hahaha

Nasaan ako? Ako yung photographer...

Ang nangyaring Grand Eyeball noong ika-4 ng Disyembre, 2007 ang sini-share ko sa inyo. Ako ay bahagi ng Davangels(narito ang website ng clan namin) kung saan nagtagal ng mahigit sa isang taon. Isang pagsasamahan na sa una'y mga "strangers" at nasubok na rin ng panahon. Ngunit sa tuwing nakikita ko sila, umaandar ang aking ka-praningan. Hay, naku! Pertaining kasi ito sa love life ko...na iniiwasan ko talagang pag-usapan(nasa picture yung gusto kong girl). Hindi rin alam ng karamihan ng mga co-members ko tungkol sa pag-ibig kong ito.

Andito na yun eh. Gusto ko siyang ligawan pero baka hindi ako sagutin kasi...

1. Tingin ko hindi kami bagay
2. May iba siyang gusto...at ang masaklap pa, parang nasa Davangels lang siya
3. Baka hindi niya rin ako mahalin

Puro what-ifs ang nasa isip ko ngayon at kahit tanggalin ko siya sa system ko...naku, praning!

I am living with uncertainties at natatakot akong magtanong dahil sa mga sagot na ayaw kong marinig. Naku, praning ako!

Aaminin ko, mas lamang naman siya sa akin at baka may gusto yung guy sa kanya at....waaaah! Praning talaga ako!

On a lighter note...

Nanalo pala si Ruben sa PBB, instant millionaire agad siya. Pero bet ko talaga si Gaby or si Jon. Hindi naman sa wala akong support sa kapwa ko Davaoeno pero mas may deserving pa talaga sa place. Sa akin lang yun, ha?

Conclusion: Kung gusto ninyong magkapera ng instant, huwag na kayong sumali sa mag illegal activities. Sumali na lang kayo ng Big Brother.

Ang gagawin mo lang ay magpakatotoo.

My New-Year-Slash-Birthday Week

2008-01-06T08:59:00.000+08:00

As far as this week is concerned, I really don't have any plans of writing something about it, though it's the New Year and my birthday. I just don't feel like bragging about this because I don't want to get sympathy from people to say, "Happy birthday" to me.

Extortion is not my trait.

What made me unhappy on those days is my state of being drained. Blame these parties I attended:

RJ Homes The Appliance Plaza Christmas Party(Dec. 16, 2007)

Held last December 16, 2007, my Christmas started to be going somewhere, to think that it's the onset of the Simbang Gabi later that morning. Unfortunately, I did not manage to complete the 9 Mornings unlike last year. I think that's the sad part. Because of having such extra jobs in the evening(like that party), it made waking up early in the morning for me pretty difficult.

I had won a wardrobe closet on the raffle and, until now, I had not yet claimed it.

Our Clan's Christmas Party(Dec. 24-25, 2007)

I joined my relatives(sa side ng lola ko) at the newly constructed condo unit of my glamorous cousin with their celebration of Christmas. I was just watching MYX that night out of nothing at all and later fell asleep. I didn't go for the Christmas Mass to hear the church bells ringing because I was sleeping(of course!). By the morning, I woke up for the morning show then returned back to the condo for the children's party(I had to host it). After the hosting gig, I feel much disappointed for I had not won that brand new cellphone during the raffle. Nabasa pa ako ng ulan pag uwi ko. Buti na lang, hindi nabasa ang P1,000-worth na T.F. ko.

OMARCO Christmas Party(Dec. 27, 2007)

Have you been in a seminar? Well, the party looks like one. After awarding the deserving employees of the company(MIX FM, People Plus, I.Flex, Basti's Brew), the bosses of the company started their speeches talking about urgency, responsibility, blah blah blah yada yada. But it was good. At least, I learned something about the company and some how-tos.

Davangels EB(December 28, 2007)

Davangels reunited for a cause: to re-create the texter's clan. At this time, I told myself, "kapagod ng lumabas ng bahay". But the reunion was good. Seeing my friends back, it was indeed memorable.

By the 31st, after cooking something for the media noche, I slept. I wasn't moved with the noise to drive away bad luck. I did not mind also to make New Year's Resolutions because I realized I am very idle on fulfilling it;it's really hard to have conflict to yourself because of promises left said and undone. On my birthday, I was sick.

Thank God I am back in action, wearing a special gift from Joey, my morning show partner.

What I Give Is What I Receive: My Christmas Story

2007-12-25T09:40:00.000+08:00

Note: Nakalimutan kong i-publish ito, kainis! Naka-save as a draft lang pala for days. Pasensya na!

It's just hours from now and the church bells will ring, signifying the birth of The Messiah. While some of us might still be busy cooking Noche Buena or wrapping presents on the last minute, I am here, refelcting on the true meaning of Christmas...

Since Mama left for Manila(to have some love affair, that is) we had not decorated our house with Christmas ornaments upon the entrance of the 'ber' months just like other houses in our neighborhood do. For me it makes no sense anymore. We had no Christmas tree. We had no mistletoes. We had no Christmas lights. But all is fine. As a growing individual, I came to understand the celebration as something far more colorful and merry.

Yet, the 'black forces' won't stop trying to ruin the most special occasion for me. After the morning show, I already have this simple yet perfect Christmas in mind: to be with my grandma and my father when the clock strikes at twelve. Noche Buena is nothing to me; what I needed was just them, there. But my aunt who is the elder daughter of Grandma invited us to spend the Christmas with them. I texted my father about it, but he won't go. I made the decision. With my father's approval, I went to the party and spend - for the first time - an unlikely Christmas. My cousins were there, smiling and breathing the merry feeling of Christmas, but I was lonely. Maybe tonight I was going to sleep and let Christmas pass by.

But I am happy about it. Jesus is the reason why there is Christmas. And right now I am praying to the Lord with this gift of sad Christmas. :-)

Christmas 2007 is a time for me to receive a lot of gifts. Christmas is giving, and while I am giving, I am receiving the indescribable feeling of happiness. As they say, it's better to give than to receive. Giving something to The Edge Radio, to Joey, to Ayme, to my manita, to the beggars and to you is what matters for me.

Let me share you this inspiring video where I got the REAL essence of Christmas(if you still happen to forget what Christmas is).

Nevertheless, this Christmas story is less more meaningful that the One who was born in the manger about 2, 000 years ago and the One who later redeemed us from our sins by dying at the cross. Let us reflect on what Christmas is really about: giving.

Happy holidays.

God Made Me Cry:-)

2007-12-20T04:00:00.000+08:00

"This would be my last cry", I told myself, "this year!"

I was walking down the stony side of the countryside. I was watching my feet avoiding the slippery and muddy areas caused by a big downpour the other evening. I still couldn't believe it. The phrases were music to my ears... phrases that caused me tears.

I met my father who's having his breakfast. Simple beef loaf and rice. I joined him in that simple breakfast. He was sharing me about what he did in the quarry, how painful his back is after a long day's work... and how tough the year was for him and for me. He confessed a lot of time to me about how he was hurt by Mama. And there he went again. "We will not be living this kind of life if she just fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother to this family. We will not be struggling if she didn't wasted the money painstakingly earned by my sister for her caprice," my father said for the nth time. Then I remembered my sister in Japan. How is she this Christmas?. Though I had not a memorable time with her, ten Christmases had passed and I am missing her.

After the meal, he asked me if I was still working at an office. He didn't know I was working as a DJ because I feared of being scolded of being an apprentice broadcaster and earning just a little amount of compensation. I didn't know. People may have this idea that broadcasting is risky(think Abu Sayyaf) and low-earning. But it is not a thing for me. Not anymore. What is important to me is service and experience.

I don't know what kind of strength that the Lord had given me at that point and made me say, "I am part of the morning show." There was a silence. He was astonished and told me to continue that. I confessed to him how hard my job is but still he advised me to continue, despite the little allowance I get. I was very happy. After giving me an allowance, I walked home. And I met her mother - my grandma on the side of my father. Honestly, I had feared her since childhood. But the way she approached me that morning was the end of my phobia. And I cried inside me.

God made me cry! I thank You for that!

I remembered myself at St. Jude Church, praying before Him to help me be on the radio. And it rained. It was a sign I thought would mean something good for me along the way. And it is very good. I became a DJ. My father's happy about it. And good things just don't stop pouring in!

Indeed, all things shall fall into place in God's perfect time. And I am bringing back the glory back to Him.

Hale-na at Makinig

2007-12-18T05:39:00.000+08:00

Sharing is what the Lord has taught us. And here I am to share my listening experience about the latest CD in my disc player - Twilight, the second album of Hale.

Since Broken Sonnet, I have been a fan of the, I may consider, emo band composed of Champ Lui Pio, Roll Martinez, Sheldon Gellada and Omnie Saroca. Influenced by Coldplay, their songs - be it for the brokenhearted, inspired, hopeful, loveless and love-ful - are somewhat relatable to me. As in, every song. Though I haven't heard completely their first album, the mark left by songs such as The Day You Said Goodnight, Kahit Pa, Kung Wala Ka, Blue Sky and Tollgate is still echoing in my head.

The more I hear from them, the more I am eager to make a Hale collection.

Aside from the hits Waltz, Hide and Seek, Shooting Star and The Ballad Of, here are the other songs included in their latest album(take note, this is my first time to review an album) out from the best OPM act I have ever heard of, albeit the negative feedbacks from my major subject teacher against my band.

Continue reading here

Just Lonely Because Of Problems

2007-12-16T10:10:00.000+08:00

Peace!

First of all, I would like to make an apology for not having this blog updated for a week now. Recently, I was busy accomplishing special exams(I missed five exams to take during the burial of my father), radio assignments, Christmas parties and obligations in the hosue. Ugh! I am dead exhausted as I am writing this. But God is so good He constantly provide me boundless energy all throughout plus a Christmas gift during our party exclusive for the Communications department.

I really like the gift! Thank you talaga Lord for making her the one to handpick my name on our Kris Kringle. YES!

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My father was interred na and some series of unfortunate events are coming in. And my emo side is trying to seize it... for me to be away from God.

First is my grandmother who's having memory loss lately. I don't know. There are times she keeps on asking the same nonsensical question again and again that the water from my glass of patience would cause to flow out. My teacher told me it might be Alzheimer's but I blame her worsening memory gap to two factors: old age and the loss of his son - my father. Maybe she still can't accept his death or something. Even me. In fact, I am afraid because I have nobody anymore to protect me(protective kasi si Papa, sobra!). Nevertheless, I am still very positive that I and my grandma would be able to surpass this stage of grief. Hey, we Filipinos are resilient!

Second is my job. I feel like I am getting worse everyday. I suck in every single morning show I do. I cannot do better adlibs. I sound lonely on-air(which should not be). It is very hard. The pressure from the listeners and from your mentors, huhuhu. My partner told me that it is the loss of my father why I am having difficulties. Maybe, it is. I prayed for this to the Lord if I am going to continue my job or not. I read the the Word 4U TODAY and these are what I found out:

11 Dec - Discover what’s inside you

‘…Let’s just go ahead and be what we were made to be...’ Romans 12:6 TM

Fifty years ago The Golden Buddha was discovered in the city of Bangkok, Thailand. For years a huge, ugly, concrete Buddha had sat in a scruffy temple in a poor part of town. Then a wealthy developer bought the land on which the temple was built – the five ton statue had to be moved. In the process it cracked. As the pieces crumbled, the engineers noticed something underneath the concrete shell, something shiny and metallic. They pulled the shell away and inside they found the world’s largest chunk of sculptured gold, standing 10 feet high. For hundreds of years it had been there – but no one knew it. And you are a lot like that statue. Your real value is inside, if only you’d break out of that hard shell you’re hiding in to protect yourself. Do you know that the things you achieve in your life flow out of the way you see yourself. If you think you’re average, you’ll perform in an average way. Once in a while you may have a great day and be really excellent. You might even think, ‘That was awesome, I really outdid myself!’ However, unless deep down you start believing in your God-given gifts, value and potential, you’ll retreat to your old level of living because you think: ‘That’s not the real me.’ That’s just sad. Let’s end today being inspired by the words of Paul; ‘Since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvellously functioning parts in Christ’s body, let’s just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren’t’ (Romans 12:5-6 TM).

11 Tues Jos 19:24- 21, John 16:1- 11, Ps 150, Pr 29:22- 27

12 Dec - Deciding and doing

‘…FROM THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN ENTRUSTED WITH MUCH, MUCH MORE WILL BE ASKED.’ Luke 12:48 NIV

As you read the Bible more and more, you’ll begin to realize that God looks for people that He can trust with responsibility. The people who have been used by God in amazing ways are not just dreamers, they are doers. They are not those who play it safe, but those who get off the fence and get the job done… whatever the cost. Sometimes the decision to do nothing is wise, but you can’t live your whole life like that! Don’t be paralyzed by the need to weigh everything too carefully. Don’t make your catchphrase, ‘On the one hand…but then again on the other.’ There’s an old saying about five frogs on a log. It’s a hot day and four of them decide to jump off, into the cool water of the pond below. So how many frogs are left on the log? Five. Even though they reached a decision, they still couldn’t be bothered to actually follow through with it. Make sure you keep working on trimming down that delay between deciding and doing.

Finding and fulfilling God’s destiny for your life means making decisions – tough decisions, lonely decisions, costly decisions, unpopular decisions, unpleasant decisions, and courageous decisions. It also means the end of excuse making: ‘…from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.’ You say you don’t like how things are going in your life. Really? What are you going to do about it?

12 Wed Jos 22-24, John 16:12- 18, Ps 105:1- 7, Pr 30:1- 4

Until now, I believe I am still not doing good in my job. But God's working for me, saying that there is still room for improvement and I should not give up. He has given me this talent for a purpose and I should do something about it. Something good.

Third is my family. Now that my REAL father has gone away, my adoptive mother thinks of getting me here and letting me study in Manila - an idea I strongly don't like. There's nothing wrong about studying there but I already foresee the results. The bad results. Imagine this: her 'third husband' is there and I am going to leave my real family here. Now that the things(i.e. my existence, identity and others) are getting clear for me, here comes the predicaments. Moreover, I am as well concern of the competition there.

No, I love Davao City. So much.

That's why I am looking for another job and making use of my independence. At the same time, I am seeking God's guidance for this venture. I know He will definitely help me.

Fourth is our house. It's a big house. And we are going to sell it. Kagustuhan ng mga adoptive parents ko eh. Para wala na daw dahilan na magkabalikan sila ulit. Saka utang daw yung bahay na iyon na kailangan na bayaran. Si Mama daw ang may kasalanan kaya nasangla iyon, sabi ni Papa.

Kakalungkot lang. Doon na kasi ako lumaki. Kahit hindi ko gusto ang bahay na iyon, okay lang. Saka mahirap yung naiipit. But life should go on, no matter what.

Well, there are still other things that bothers me from time to time. Good thing is I am able to sustain, get away from my emo side and never get affected of it. Why? Because of Him.

Thank you, God!

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The gift I received was Hale's latest CD called Twilight. It is the best. Thanks to Mary Concepcion Clapano, as in! You make my Christmas this year unforgettable, kahit hindi kumpleto ang pamilya ko(sanay na ako eh!).

Speaking of Christmas. It is just 10 days to go before Christmas. And later simbang gabi na! I just hope I'll be able to complete the 9 mornings. Para matupad ang wish ko.

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To all who commented, You are all so sweet. Someday, I'll repay you.

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Oh ang laki ng Christmas tree!

Let me be the first one(or the last one) to say HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Lukso Ng Dugo

2007-12-07T17:00:00.000+08:00

Hindi talaga ako magaling magsulat sa Filipino pati rin sa Ingles. Hindi naman kasi magaling ako dun. Gusto ko talagang magsulat, yun lang. Kahit nga ito ay isang blog with an English address ay pinipilit ko pa rin, kahit isang post man lamang ay may magawa akong Filipino, di ba?

Ngunit hindi yan ang magiging punto ng post na ito. Ito ay tungkol sa naging libing kahapon ng aking tunay na ama na namatay sa aksidente.

Umuulan noon. Grabe. Naiiyak na ako kahit noong papunta pa lang ako sa bus terminal. Pero pinipigil ko lang aking mga luha. Pagdating ko sa chapel(doon kasi ang wake), hina na ang feeling ko noon. Alam mo yun, yung wala na si Papa. Naawa ako sa dalawa kong bunsong kapatid kasi inulila sila. Mas okay ako kasi may isa pa akong ama. Awa talaga ako kasi wala na silang matatawag na "Papa".

Iyakan na ang lahat sa sementeryo. Lumakas yung ulan. Tulad ng hagulhol ko. Alam mo yung wala nang kukulit sa iyo. Makulit kasi si Papa. Wrong timing maglambing kasi eh. Nakaka-miss lang.

Pero yun yung way na mas naging close ako sa sa mga pinsan ko na never kong nakilala. Since kasi na na-adopt ako hindi na ako pumupunta ng Tagum kasi pinagbabawalan ako ni Mama for security purposes. The company was great, habang naglalakad kami pauwi. Nakilala ko si Kuya Dodong at si Cyndril. Sila lang yung masyado kong nakilala kasi sila lang din ung nakisabay sa akin. They are both very accomodating.

Bonding kami. As if wala nang ibang araw. Yun pala yung lukso ng dugo. Blood is thicker than water, sabi nga nila. Iba pa rin pag kadugo talaga.Medyo close na ako sa kanila. And I am happy about it. Bagong pagkakaibigan na naman ang umusbong.

Umuwi na ako bound for Davao. Naglakad kami from Mandapaan hanggang sa highway ng Brgy. New Balamban. Hindi ko talaga makakalimutan yun kasi ang lakas ng ulan sa travel namin. Payong lang namin noon ay dahon ng saging. Very rural pero exciting. Hindi kasi dumating ang sundo namin na si Uncle Tito, ama ni Kuya Dodong. Kaya ayun,ligo kami ng ulan. Sabi pa nga ni Tita Linda, baka siguro ayaw kami pauwiin ni Papa kaya umulan ng ganoon kalakas.

Nagstambay pa kami sa bahay nila Kuya Dodong. Basang-basa ako at binigyan nila ako ng damit pampalit. Pampered ako ng mabuti. Medyo ilang ako sa una. Ayaw ko kasi yung inaasikaso ako masyado. Pero ganoon yung ginawa nila doon, lahat ng mga kapatid ni Mama, they are all good.

Ang pagkamatay ni Papa ay may kahulugan. God might have allowed it to happen to him para siguro makumpleto ko ang aking pagkatao, ang aking pamilya.

Salamat talaga kay Lord kasi andyan Siya para bigyan ako ng pag-asa dahil maraming nagmamahal sa akin. Thank You God!

Mga 11 p.m. na ako naka-uwi ng bahay, baon ang pangako sa sarili na babalik ako sa aking pinanggalingan upang maging matagumpay ako sa lahat ng aking adhikain sa buhay.

Gaya muna ako kay Jazzy. Parang same ata kami ng favorite artist - si Jaci Velasquez. I want to share this song from her called "Adore"

Adore
by Jaci Velasquez

From the moment you opened my eyes
I have seen the world in a different light
From the dawn to the setting sun
I am overwhelmed
By all that you have done

Chorus:
Adore, adore, adore
Jesus I adore you,
Yes I adore,
Adore, adore, adore
Jesus, I adore you
And I lay my life before you, o lord

There's a union of two becoming one
Deep inside my heart
I know that I belong
You have given everything to me
The least that I can do
Is give it back to you

Bridge:
And all I am and ever will be
Is for you, lord
And everything within me cries

Chorus:
Adore, adore, adore
Jesus, I adore you,
Yes I adore you
And I lay my life before you
Adore, adore, adore, adore, adore
Jesus, I adore you

And I lay my life before you
I long to love and adore you
I lay my life before you, o lord
I adore you

Tagged For The Second Time

2007-12-07T09:25:00.000+08:00

Grabe na talaga 'to! Binibilang ko na yung mga tags na natatanggap ko. Alam mo yung feeling na may isusulat ka tapos hindi mo masusulat kasi kelangan magrespond ng tag. Hahahay! Mahirap na kasi baka makalimutan, parang nagiging requisite na siya as a blogger. But it is all good; enjoy naman yung mga Fill In The Blanks. Here we go...

Two Things About Moi

Two names I go by: Yarnhoj and John
Two things I am wearing right now: pink shirt and black pants
Two things I want (or have) in a relationship: Respect and Communication
Two things I like to do: watch movies and net surfing
Two things I want very badly in this moment: to take the special exam and be able to attend the 5th Mindanao Film Festival sa PWC
Two things I did last night: Sleep and sleep
Two things I ate today: Rice and Atay(sa karinderia kasi ako nagbreakfast!)
Two persons I last spoke to: Kuya Dodong and Cyndril(my cousins)
Two things I am doing tomorrow: update blog and laundry job
Two favorite days of the week: Tuesday and Saturday
Two favorite holidays: my birthday and birthday ni Jesus
Two favorite beverages: iced tea and soda
Two things about me that you may not have known: I don't know how to bike and I don't know how to swim
Two jobs that I have had in my life: DJ and house maid
Two movies I would watch over and over: High School Musical and Charlie And The Chocolate Factory
Two places I have lived: Davao and Tagum
Two of my favorite food: Spaghetti and Kwek-kwek
Two places I would rather be right now: house and His place

Christmas Meme

What are the 5 gifts you would buy for yourself this Christmas, if you had unlimited income?

an MP4 player uploaded with my favorite Pop and Christian music
a bike
a laptop
a Silent Sanctuary or Hale CD
a date

And I am passing this tag to:

Salamat Jazzy for this

Good News To All Visitors

2007-12-06T10:00:00.000+08:00

I am very overwhelmed with numerous visits I had on this day alone. And I want to give a treat for future visitors. Yes, a treat!

As the author of this blog, I officially take this mandate into effect, starting December 5, 2007, 6 p.m., that every unique visitor here with his or her corresponding URL or address shall automatically be included in my blog roll. All they need to do is just comment on one of my post or tag a message on my chatbox and voila! Friends na tayo instantly sa blogosphere.

I just hope that you will do the same thing sa blog niyo, okay?

Million thanks to all the visitors and those who continue to spread the contents of this blog to others and The Good News I try to share here in my little corner on the Internet.

Salamat salamat!

Tagged For The First Time

2007-12-06T04:00:00.000+08:00

This week, just this week, is a very hectic and busy one for me. Exam week, projects, tapos interment ng father ko bukas. Tapos training sa Mix FM 105.9, hay nalang. God is so good kasi He still gives me time to drop by here. Siya talaga ang gumagawa ng paraan. Kaya ngayon lang ako nagreact to this tag made from Jazzy.

What to do:
1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.
2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).
3. Pick your month of birth.
4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.
5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a
comment for them.
6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!

I was born on January 2, 1989 so here is my traits coinciding sa month of January.

Stubborn and hard-hearted. -- hindi naman... i am open actually

Ambitious and serious. -- most certainly!

Loves to teach and be taught. -- yes!

Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. -- i don't know, hindi ko kasi napapansin yun.

Likes to criticize. -- actually, ngayon ko lang yan na-discover na may juror-like na attitude pala ako, but I'm trying to get away from it. Ikanga, "don't judge the book by its cover (because my brother is not a book-melanie marquez).
Hardworking and productive. -- hindi naman masyado.

Smart, neat and organized. -- yup!(take a look at my bedroom for sample)

Sensitive and has deep thoughts. -- well, that's the aspect of me that people fail to understand...:(

Knows how to make others happy. -- I'am a clown!

Quiet unless excited or tensed. -- yeah!

Rather reserved. -- ewan.

Highly attentive. -- except when I am jaded

Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. -- as in!

Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. -- torpe ako

Loves children. -- wag lang yung mga bata na magtakbo from here to there kasi nakukulitan ako sa kanila!

Loyal. -- medjo may problema ako dito, kasi minsan I am caught in the middle, ang hirap!

Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. -- yes!

Very stubborn and money cautious. -- ngayon ko lang na-realize yan nang nagcollege ako.

Tapos these are the months and the respetive traits:

JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.

DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.

And I am tagging these people(ang hirap hanapin ng mga ito sa blogosphere! wala masyadong friends kasi except kay Jazzy):

tapos na rin at last...

Thanks to Jazzy

2007-12-04T14:33:00.000+08:00

Nagpapasalamat talaga ako kay Jazzy who's a regular visitor of my blog, kahit nonsense na ang sinusulat ko(that was, pero ngayon hindi na). It is my first time to accept such and I don't know what to say. Kahit hindi as a blogger basta may award. hehehe. Hmmm, hindi ako naka-prepare ng script eh..

Pasalamat talaga ako kay God for this blessing. Hmm, ang saya talaga!

Discoveries

2007-12-04T04:15:00.000+08:00

December 30. The day where everybody were to commemorate the birth of The Great Plebeian. But Andres Bonifacio Day was my day to visit the wake of my father at New Corella, Tagum City - a very far out place but a perfect place to consider for a vacation. The rural breeze was very good, despite the sad feeling in me of the sudden death of my biological father.

But still I am looking at the positive side of his death due to motorcycle accident, you know. I think that was the first time I met(finally!) my cousins and relatives on the side of my biological mother. Awkward pa akong i-approach, at sila din sa akin. Pero okay lang yun.

My father daw was a daredevil, lalo na pag lasing. My younger brother told me na meron daw one time na nasira yung break ng motorcycle and nasa likod siya ni Papa. Instead na magso-slow down siya considering na nasira yung break eh mas lalo siyang naganahan na magpatakbo ng mabilis(total sira na daw yun, sirain na lang daw completely). I don't know if he was aware of the safety of my brother na nasa likod niya. Yes, ganun ka-brutal si Papa.

My adoptive father had a talk with me last Saturday. He told me na baka daw nagsha-shabu daw si Papa kaya ganun na lang talaga yung kanyang hyperactivity. Akala ko lang kasi drink and smoke lang bisyo niya. But I am not telling na naniniwala ako sa theory ng natitira kong ama. I still have to confirm.

Siguro yun ang way ni God na mapigilan ang anumang mangyaring masama sa mga kapatid ko. Nevertheless, this is the time I really need God the most. Nagpapasalamat talaga ako sa strength na binibigay niya. Mas na-inspired pa ako na mag-move on and shepherd my fellow sheeps about sa Good News.

Mahal ko Siya eh!

Christ-Centered Emo

2007-12-03T05:25:00.000+08:00

This article has long been staying inside my drawer, waiting to be published here. As events vary daily, few revisions were done. But, at last, it is realized. This emo blog will not just be merely emo, but an emo blog that will inspire everybody.

Because of the few unfortunate events that happened to me, I become more encouraged to continue what has been started. That's why I am not changing the address of this blog for the welfare of my regular visitors. You know yourself already. Thank you.

The mishaps I had remind me of my past which I will not ever deny. I believe that success of a person only reaches its completion when one looks back to where he was from. Thanks to these memories which makes me the strong and person I am now.

in my previous posts, I have always put emphasis about myself as an emo - that it is not bad. You see, I am a living evidence of a Christ-centered emo. I am now with a new me.

You see, I am not a person who is very open about my life. I don't feel like sharing it. But when the need arises, I disclose everything about my life with trust. Now, I am ready to face the questions with my honest answers.

For years, many are the times that friends had asked me about how many siblings do I have and many are the times that I had answered them a fake reply: 3. They don't know that I actually have 6. How come? Because they don't know the tale of my adoption. Yes, I am an adopted child - I carry a surname I can't say my own.

Eighteen years ago, my mother had respiratory complications while laboring me. It was a trying situation for my REAL parents because they don't have money to pay the hospital bills. Thanks to my aunt who's the sister of my biological father because she saved us and adopted me. This aunt of mine then became the person I call "Mama".

Years passed, I found deeper reasons of my adoption. I discovered that my adoptive father, which is the second husband of my mother-aunt, is infertile. According to hearsays, my grandma prevented my biological father from taking me back to him so as not to experience his brutality(now, I understamd why my sister told me of how lucky I am to be, living away from the 'tortures' of my father). That's why I love my lola so much; she is my hero. I don't know what to do if she'll be gone.

However, with this information found, I am certain I could bring back the pieces of my existence... soon.

They say I am lucky. I am smart. I am kind. I am rich. But since elementary, I have been very careful to my actions and statement to veil the truth. Frankly speaking, I was afraid to be real because people are judgmental in nature. And I don't want myself to be criticized harshly because I have a BROKEN family.

Just this year, my adoptive father knew that, all these years, my mother-aunt, who's currently staying in Manila, two-timed him. And worst my mom is feeding the family of her 'third husband'. There was an instance that I need to choose between my mom and dad because they were going to participate. I chose Papa because he is the one who brought me up since babyhood while my younger sister, who is - as well, adopted - my cousin akin, chose Mama. That was our deal, but the deal bring no good.

My allowance for school is always delayed and sometimes it's so short I need to run to my cousins to suffice the amount intended for my school projects and tuition fee. In my theory, she is doing that for me to give up and follow her to Manila.

What Mama did had a great effect her sibling's relations. This triggered anger in between them, disturbing their mother so much - my beloved grandmother. I am worried of what this grudge shall bear to our kin, both the present and the future.

You see, I am not lucky. I adopted a life I supposed to be wonderful and happy. A complete family, that is. But I was wrong.

Because of this, I was sent to the boondocks to help in the farming started by my father. I became a street vendor of vegetables in the wet market of Bangkerohan and slept there with beggars whom I believe have the same fate as mine.

I am taking up AB Communication Arts and later will pursue a career in filmmaking because I love movies. Especially short films. And I want to do something about the beggars who are living in the darkest of the evening, maybe a documentary or a full-length feature. Why them? I don't know. I just love the night - everything that's in it. I want to make a story out of it. It may be very deviating for a guy like me, but that's what I want.

My deviation brought about my difficulty to belong. I have friends but I still feel alone, incomplete. I was even blaming my gay movements that makes people think I'm homosexual (it's not true). But it isn't. I joined several texter's clan to provide my necessity to belong. By God's grace I'm grateful with my new friends; they really are good ones.

From my friends, there is one I am really fond of. The one I wish be with me until eternity. But because I am torpe(stupid, extremely shy, and coward), my mouth is shut when we talk about love. That's my lovelife - a thing I am awkward to share to you.

Despite these cobwebs in my life, I have high hopes that I can surpass these all. My biological father died last Tuesday because of an accident and, though it's sad, I still have to move on and fill the new chapter of my life with lessons from the past. As an apprentice DJ of a famous FM in Davao City, I am postive to look forward to each new day without grudge and hatred in my heart. I am currently in the dean's list and enjoying a scholaship half. My grandmother's there always for me. I thank God for all the blessings and the strength He endowed to me.

Praise You, GOD! He really changed me. His words are way more than ginseng. In return, I am dedicating most of my time listening to The Edge Radio 104.3 - a Christian music-ridden FM - where I am part of their Power Ministry(I conribute a small amount each month to support their current consumption and their program of touching more lives).

To conclude, I would like to say that life is worth living, still. Remember me as an emo who has been transformed for Christ. It's alright to be somebody else, as long as you are not forgetting the reason of your existence. That's the Lord.

Less Time, Less Casualties, Less Expenses

2007-10-29T10:10:00.000+08:00

I haven't been thinking much of the news and current events and, yeah, that's how stupid I am as a member of the community. You can't blame - with all the political wars, crimes, economic struggles and bad news around. If not with a friend who is running as a Sangguniang Kabataan(SK) Chairman, I wouldn't be informed about the Barangay and SK elections.

I haven't registered myself at COMELEC because of my imbecility towards the happenings of our nation. I didn't know about the important dates for the voters' registration and I swear I wasn't informed, even through the word of mouth. Stupid me? Or stupid them? Well, I would admit the fifty-percent of the mistake. I am being humble, you know, at least.

If not with Yahoo!, I wouldn't know that the campaign for the latest public office aspirants would run only for 9 days. 9 days is enough and okay. Why?

Election-related incidents - be it mild or bloody - are very inevitable. With a short span of time for campaign, these incidents may less likely to happen because every candidate is already busy preparing their speeches, campaign paraphernalias, promises and propaganda. They may massacre somebody, but time would hardly permit it so. There may be reports of either vote-buying or ambush but with the short time, these things shall come in moderation.

I believe money and time go along...always. As i already mentioned earlier, candidates become busy preparing their campaign stuffs. And because of the little time available, they are more likely to spend less on posters, stickers, banners, streamers, etc. Money should be used wisely and, besides, what are they going to do with the excess?

Can you just compare those months spent for candidates running in every presidential and local elections? Of course, election-related crimes tend to be numerous because of the larger amount of time to be covered. On the other hand, the production of campaign paraphernalias grows dramatically as campaign period are being counted as days or months, not by hours.

Less Time=Less Casualties + Less Expenses. A very simple equation, right? Should only this equation be applied this coming 2010 elections, there we will see the real race, the REAL battle of candidates for public office.

You see, 9 days is enough and okay.

A Comeback

2007-10-12T13:09:00.000+08:00

After two months, I am back. I just checked my chat corner and my blog was like being viewed for over 600 times. And it's quite impressive. You know, I'm getting attentions! In blogging, I think , this is the motivating part for the blogger to continue writing. Because of that I am changing the layout of my blog, thanks to Blogskins. That's all because of you, my beloved readers. Well, it may not be the exceptional layout around but, at least, it isn't giving you headaches in exploring my blog.

I believe, I'm not yet ready for a comeback. Eh kung hindi pa ako ngayon mag-aapdeyt, kailan pa?! However, Jazzy prompted me to return to the blog world and the new issue of our school organ Clarion inspired me to do so. So, here we go.

My Share During The DDC Intrams 2007

I was chosen to represent the CASBE Green Pythons, my team, for the Extemporaneous Speaking Contest. I already told our team coordinator Mrs. Editha Callao-Alagaban that I have, in all contests involving facing the crowd, stage fright. And there, just when I was about to utter my first word, it came back with a vengeance. Then, I started to lose my mind because of that million-dollar question dealing about the Martial Law commemoration which was asked for me to expound with only 10-second preparation. That morning, I heard a radio station talking about the said commemoration and, I admit, I cared less. So, I had not really expounded on it much but ended up going around the bush with the same idea in my head.

I thanked God that on the declaration of the winners, I ranked third. And we were four contestants competing with each other.

The DJ Life

After early wake-up calls for trainings during weekends and rigid talent development under George Booke, finally, MIX FM allowed me to go on the air and be a radio announcer. A disc jockey, that is, or - in a more concise term - a DJ. But if you are thinking that my job is what you've been dreaming of for a lifetime and what shall add prestige to you, you got to think twice. It is yet like the jobs that those white-collar and blue-collar workers worry about in which they should be highly responsible of whenever they are in their respective workplaces. In our area, we are more exposed to bigger responsibilities for we hold the public trust as far as broadcasting is concerned.

Yes, there is pressure upon me all the time, much more that I am an apprentice. Preparing adlibs and gushing them out on-air is totally different from a teacher solving a mathematical problem on the blackboard and a jeepney conductor collecting payments from his passengers while, from the top of his lungs, shouting the route they are going to - if you know what I mean. But the consequences of pressure do not end there. Here comes also our OIC who's being sarcastic whenever she texts me or smiles at me. I don't know. Maybe this was like those weird feelings when I admire cute people. Not that I am having an elderly infatuation to her, but there is something I cannot explain and that's what adds more to the pressure. And please, don't tell me that it is love, for heaven's sake. In addition, I, together with my co-trainess, am under constant observation by George Booke where we undergo feverish sessions with him. Who is George Booke? I tell you, he is the guy who tells that radio isn't fun.

Nevertheless, I enjoy every boardwork despite the blunders I commit. In fact, I'm having a separate blog reflecting my story as a DJ and my musical tastes(that's in the name of Handpicked 10 - my own music chart updated every week). Figure out my musically-inclined blog here.

Meeting Davangels

A week ago, I met with my Davangels friends. I treated them out using my GC's from MIX FM and ate at Chicken Ati-Atihan. It was indeed a perfect moment for us on catching up each other's whereabouts after months of not seeing each other. However, it was an imperfect attendance. I knew there was lacking and it was sad. To be frank, I really missed my texter's-clan guys and our psycho gimmicks way back. I hope so Mr. Next Time wouldn't be selfish for us to get together again.

Inhaling The Sembreak Breeze

In a day, our first semester will be finally over and the semestral break comes in. I will be again missing my classmates this time of the year. But I should never look back - I should move on.*emote* Unfortunately, we will just be having a week or so of relaxation period. So, this break will never be satisfying. Nagsembreak pa kayo!

Until next time. I promise I'll update this blog regularly. Continue to tag me.

What's Okay?

2007-08-29T10:16:00.000+08:00

I am lonely now. Well, there are a lot of things bothering me nowadays giving me butterflies in my stomach, such as...okay. Fine. I'll proceed to what I am going to write. Let's go back to my summer...

Haie, I missed summer when I always listen to my best friend in the house: the radio. Some Americans allot 15 minutes each day listening to radio. But in my case, I spend 3 hours a day, regardless of how much current I use or what time is in the clock now. Blame it to the tandem of Killer Bee 89.1's DJs Rod Rodriguez and Iceman - the founders-slash-proprietors of the midnight talk show The OK Show.

I started listening to Rod Rodriguez with female jock Ainee(she always comes tardy on the show) and I told myself, "the guy(Rod) is cool;he handles the show - even sometimes alone - great!". Eventually, Ainee(maybe because of tardiness) was replaced by Iceman and there the popular duo started making themselves famous in the show called The Breakfast Club. Then, a sudden change arose - Mo Twister and his Goodtimes dominated the morning airwaves. And I did not like it.

So, The Breakfast Club was been moved to an evening slot and was later called The OK Show. The best thing about this show is that it is an everything-under-the-sun talk show. Name them topics: movies, childhood memories, legal issues(i.e. the attorney's stuffs thanks to their special attorney-DJ), lovelife and marriage, school, everything. And you feel them. A listener described the show as to drinking spree with your friends where what you can only do when you are drunk is talk nonsense. I believe that's the show, the radio is all about. You feel something.

But the pinnacle of this issue is...OK Show will later be gone. Iceman will be driving his way to Japan. Huhuhu.

I hope the show will still be on even if it will only be Rod who'll do what's okay for us, listeners. :c

Apology For Everybody

2007-08-29T09:50:00.000+08:00

I woluld like to say sorry for being so busy lately. I really had a lot of stuff to do and if i would be enumerating it...ugh, never mind.

Hey, wait for upcoming posts. Babawi ako.

See yah.

A Madayaw Weekend

2007-08-19T14:56:00.000+08:00

My first time.

Earlier this morning, my grandmother asked me to pay our electric bill. Though I had an idea that it was Kadayawan's Indak-Indak Sa Kadalanan by the morning, I really had no thought of what it was going to be like. It was like two years since the last time I saw the event, if not with our school paper adviser who decreed us to cover it prior to the release of our issue. I brought my camera then and went to San Pedro Street where I covered the Indak-Indak. But I hated that moment - I wasn't able to get through the crowd to get fine images from it and, worse, the weather was red-hot. And I confessed never again to cover such, or if I'll cover it again, I'll try to come earlier to see a better spot for photo ops.

After multiple turns due to re-routing scheme issued by the traffic management center today, I dropped from the jeep at Roxas Avenue and here I had to walk to Ponciano. I passed the crowd staying near the The Marco Polo, watching the street dance. Their noise was boisterous yet very inviting. That was my first time. If only I had known two years ago that the street dance would pass Roxas Avenue, then I should not have wasted my time at San Pedro Street waiting for nothing(if not with the I-can't-get-through crowd). I felt good passing through those streets where the street dancers pranced along, though my day was very nonrestrictive schedule-wise and Kadayawan-wise. After paying, I passed along several streets just to watch it and look at those kids! They were very cute. I pitied them as well because I know what they did was very tiring and jading. But, again, it was all so good. My first time.

Each participating school had different concept and way of story-telling through street dance from the other entries which made the event looked colorful and flamboyant. Some had villains in their performance and others liked plain thanksgiving of bountiful harvest(that's what Kadayawan is all about). Because of that I was late in my P. E. subject. Upon going home, I saw some of the dancers tarrying at The Marco Polo. They looked exhausted and I pitied them. Nevertheless, everything was a good show thanks to the whole Kadayawan organizers for it.

To further picture whatever this post is all about, check out the pictures below I got from the Kadayawan website.

Kadayawan Website

Ghastly Encounters 1

2007-07-26T08:51:00.000+08:00

If I just muffled my mouth.

We were about to start our Humanities class last Monday night when I unintentionally interrupted our teacher with this question: is it real that there is something in the room adjacent to ours? I didn't know what entered my mind that night that made me ask a baloney. Our teacher made a double take(maybe because he was busy on the photocopying business he had given as an errand to our classmate) on that and asked, "There?", pointing his finger to room 516. "Yes. Sir, I replied.

And the eerie feelings began.

Forgetting that we should be discussing for a new lesson, he began sharing to us this incident during his Philosophy 1 time. The topic, according to him, was about the pre-existence of a soul. The next thing happened was we dragged our chairs near the teacher's table to listen. Really if we talk about the 'other dimension', it exhilarates our senses because that is something we can't explain, something we either believe or condemn. It is controversial, isn't it? Yet, very interesting. Very.

His three students that time stood and shared and claimed they were gifted with the so-called 'third eye'. The three, according to our teacher, seemed convincing and serious as they testified the existence of ghosts in front of their classmates as real. True. They even confirmed that there was a ghost on the third floor of our building in the aisle going to the faculty comfort room. Sir Robles(not his real name) told us also that there was a teacher who went to the said haunted place daw to pee. To his amazement, through a dim light behind him, he found out that his shadow was inverted with legs above and the head below! He even tried to explain the lollapalooza through logic but to no avail. As we heard that, we gaped in horror.

I also shared that I saw a ghost in the room adjacent to ours where we saw our subject that time - using my phone. Because of my eagerness to see them and open my ESP, I asked my friend to help me out of my misery. That friend of mine had also a third eye. We searched for an empty classroom in the building to do a ghost hunting-like ghost hunting. We found room 516 empty. And dark. And we got in. It was not really dark that time because there was a class at the next classroom, so the light from the neighboring classroom brought little light on room 516. After a minute or so of observation, my friend approached me to get my camera phone. I gave it to her. Suddenly she showed me the image she was streaming on my phone under night mode. There was a shadow. I really couldn't believe it as she put my camera phone under other modes, that is normal and portrait, to check that the image can ONLY be seen in the night mode. I swore it was an entity!

My seatmate whispered to me, "Maybe I couldn't sleep tonight".

A classmate of ours told us that she could hear footsteps in the boarding house she's satying which eventually brought terror to her other boardmates, making them move because of fright. Though she was literally alone(because most of her boardmates were staying on the ground floor;meaning, she was the only inhabitant in the second floor of the building)on that particular part of the house where footsteps could be heard and was questioned by her landlady if she wasn't planning of moving, she courageously stayed there. There was even a time she recited the rosary prayer in the middle of the night and there went a brownout and cats screaming. But still she continued praying by using the backlight of her cellphone. She thought the ghost was thinking that the brownout and the cats screaming could frighten her. But it didn't make it. A couple of minutes after, the lights were back.

You really are brave. I thought.

another told she didn't like staring in the mirror specially in the evening. Our teacher Sir Robles agreed. there was an incident of hers that there was a ball of fire that entered her room while she was at the mirror and became lost at an instant. I retaliated that what she saw was a 'santilmo' - or St. Elm's Fire, if you will - and there was a scientific reasons behind it(my teacher in Chemistry before told so). However, they did not believe my claim. And I myself. Until now.

There were also things I just discovered out of our discussion that night which sure all gave us a hair-standing. On mirrors, if you wish to meet your soulmate, try covering yourself with a white cloth and bring a lighted candle at midnight in front of a big mirror with with lights turned off. Then murmur incantations. Show to me my wife! It was proven effective by a friend of my classmate and she IS living a happy life with her husband - her soulmate. However trying such is also a matter of luck. If you are not lucky enough for that, you might, instead of your soulmate, see demon!

We also spoke about the meanings of our dreams when I shared to them about my two dreams where my relative who died in the past Sasa wharf bombing in Davao City appeared. He was smiling(or smirking) back at me in both dreams with all the wound stitchings on his face which was kind of uncanny. My classmate told me I should open those dreams to his family to let them know. She also warned us about dreams where you were extracted a tooth or saw a boat in the sea for it meant death of your beloved - close to your heart. Oh my God! I dreamt I was extracted a tooth. It sent me chills.

We wasted the whole period of our Humanities subject for something like that. As much as I wanted to share more of what happened at that night, I couldn't say more because as of writing this, I was alone in my room in front of the big mirror and listening to The OK Show. Then, the radio turned off by itself.

Scary.

Harry Potter: Read It Or Watch It?

2007-07-24T11:02:00.000+08:00

Last weekend, I finished reading Angels And Demons - the prequel of the bestseller The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. Some murmured to me that I should had not read the book because it might deceive me away from religion, Christianity in particular. Yes, I believed so, but after reading the book, I felt naïve. Brown made me admire physics(the subject I cursed when I was in my senior year in high school) at once and informed me about the Vatican(there were also maps in the books) and, most importantly, my religion. Known I have now that Illuminati and antimatter are factual. Of course, I never forgot the six brands: Illuminati, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water and the Illuminati Diamond. Truly a genius book! I also include history and humanities stuffs(speaking of Galileo's and Bernini's works) in the book as cream to the coffee. I mean, without them stuffs, the book is not complete. Nevertheless, if you want sleepless nights(perhaps you have insomnia), try reading it. Until today, the words from the book still resonates in my head. A promise to God is the most important promise of all. Never break a promise to God.

I shall return the book to the library. And borrow The Da Vinci Code.

Back to my weekend. Because I already finished my 3-day reading activity, I turned to my DVDs and selected what to watch. Good news and bad news. There was a copy of a 12-movies-in-1 DVD collection with the previous Harry Potter installments included, however it was pirated. It will do. I thought, though I wasn't anticipating of a quality viewing. I watched Philosopher's Stone, Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire, leaving away Chamber of Secrets and The Order of the Phoenix. Why? Because the former's audio was extracted of some sort(so it sounded mute) and the latter had a damn poor picture.

Albeit I had not yet watched the two defective parts of the pirated DVD bought by my cousin, I could say a 'job well done' to the adaptations produced by Warner Bros. Pictures. The enchanting special effects was, indeed, exhilarating. However there were two things I didn't like in the movies: the British accent and long, long hours. I wished there were subtitles beneath so I could comprehend what they meant, specially on long conversations of Harry Potter with either Professor Albus Dumbledore or Professor Snape. At least Lord Voldemort speak clear English in his script in the fourth installment, which was what I only understood.

On that particular faux pas(which should be there for Harry Potter was British), I advice that one should buy the books first before viewing the movies. Well, it was a wrong choice for me to have accidentally preferred watching them first before reading the Rowling series. A friend also told me that there were details - though minute - in the book that were not included in the movies due to revisions. See? In spite of that, Emma Watson is cute, specially in the Goblet of Fire where she wore a gown on an acquaintance party. And Daniel Radcliffe's acting is superb.

Of all the installments, even if I have yet not watched the two other installments, Goblet of Fire is definitely a weekend treat - the best among the rest. And the books as well. Though I haven't read those yet. I know. After Angels And Demons, I am now ready to cultivate my newly found interest on literature and eat and breathe magic. My friends were right. The best is Harry Potter! By the way, I am bound to watch the latest Potter episode soon. Sama ka?

Do you know where to purchase a Hogwarts uniform? For souvenir.

source: http://en.wikipedia.org

Transformers-Conscious

2007-07-18T15:14:00.000+08:00

I spent an expensive P65 for a movie pass - the pass en route to Cinema 2 of SM City Davao last July 15, 2007. And the movie was the popular Transformers. It has been the center of any talk - be it in our classroom, in the neighborhood, in the radio, in the periodicals, in the Internet, everywhere. Barnacles! That sixty-five peso-worth piece of paper even smaller than a 1/8 sheet of paper is too heavy in my pocket. But I have to watch the movie. I really have to.

I don't know what's with it that makes me watch it. I haven's seen the original version of it when I was a kid nor watched its Beast Wars tv series. I haven't collected its toys and collectibles whatsoever. In short, I am not a fan of Transformers. But one thing is certain: I don't want to be left out.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is the neighbor movie of Transformers. So I was a bit challenged on what to really watch. In the end, I made up my mind that I would watch Transformers because I haven's watch the former's previous installments, though it had the longest line of people in the counter craving to watch it that day.

After the mumbling(because of the P65 thing), I went inside na sa theater house. There I realized that it was my first time to go in a movie house after 300. And I am proud to have achieved that it was my first time to watch a movie from its very start. When I get to watch movies on the big screen, I usually catch it not from the very beginning but in either its climax or denouement. But it was different that day. It was the first full show of the day.

The movie started, as expected with what I call 'pambonggahan ng obb(opening of the billboard)'. It was from Paramount Pictures and Dreamworks Productions. Then comes the narration blah blah blah. The germ of the story is the Allspark. Then it goes and goes. I will not allow narrations here, as you are expecting(because you haven't watched it). Sorry.

If there is a perfect movie, then it is Transformers. The transformation of every machine is unbelievable. The chasing scenes are spectacular. If you're looking for a comedy, suspense, drama, romance and whatnot, go and check this film(think like Spiderman, Fantastic Four and all of the movies combined). Plus the fact that it is directed by Michael Bay and executive produced by Steven Spielberg adds to the total score of the movie. Let us not also forget that the movie soundtrack is "What I've Done" by Linkin Park.

What can I say? The expensive movie pass is a money well spent. I don't worry too that I didn't watch Harry Potter because Transformers is magical in a way(speaking of its special effects). Now I am Transformers-conscious whenever I look at various machines like jeepneys, cellphones, PCs, aircon, oven, or wristwatches because of the fear that they may... transform. Soon.

A Story of Encouragement

2007-07-03T19:31:00.000+08:00

You've probably heard the story of a little girl and her father who were crossing a bridge. The father asked her to hold on to him, but she asked him to hold her hand instead. When he asked what the difference was , the little girl answered:

"If I hold your hand, I might let go, but if you hold my hand, whatever happens, I know you will never let go of me..."

God holds us tightly in His hands, despite the loose grip of our feeble faith. So let him hold you and don't fear.

I would like to thank Teacher Judith for sending me this wonderful story.

I Shot A Horse Because I Love Marijuana

2007-07-03T19:25:00.000+08:00

I got this from the bulletin out from my Friendster profile. Try-try lang naman...

Pick the month you were born in:
1 - I shot
2 - I needed
3 - I ran naked with
4 - I ran shirtless with
5 - I SMOKED A
6 - I cuddled with
7 - I stabbed
8 -I slept with
9 - I smoked with
10 - I Banged
11 - I ate
12-I killed
Pick the day (number)you were born on:
01 - a tooth pick
02 -a horse
03 - a ninja turtle
04 - the kool-aid man
05 - Paris Hilton
06 - a homo
07 - my crush
08 - a p0rnstar
09 - a jew
10 - a bag of weed
11 - a crackhead
12 - Santa Claus
13 -a homeless guy
14 - a wh0re
15 - the trojan man
16 - a stripperr
17 - a seexy girl
18 - Barney the dinosaur
19 - an orange
20 - a toothbrush
21 - my lover
22 - a dog
23 - a jew
24 - a easter egg
25 - a jar of honey
26 - a lesbian
27 - a french fry
28 - a bowl of cereal
29 - your dealer
30 - Spongebob
31 - ur grandma
Pick the color of the shirt you are wearing:
White - because I love mariijuana
Black - because im sexy as hell
Grey - because I have AMAZING bo0bs
Red - Becase the lil people told me to
Blue - because I'm a pimp and yourjealous
Polka Dots - because I hate my life
Purple - because I'm gay
Pink - Because thats how i roll
Other - because I have double D's
Green - because im a god(dess) in bed
Orange - because I smoke crack
Turqoise - because I have a noodle inmy nose
Brown - because my moma made me
Shirtless - because I've got abs
you only have 3 minutes and 69 seconds to repostthis as whatever your results were, or you will have bad relationships from here on out.

The title of this post is my result. Whaddyasay??

My 'Black' Propaganda

2007-06-19T16:26:00.000+08:00

The election days are over, way over. But everytime I pass myself along the dark corners of a sidewalk waiting for a jeepney ride for home, I can't help but imagine to be a public servant someday as I disgust the scenes I usually encounter in the night.

I am a strong believer to this proverb: do not think of what the government can do for you; think of what you can do the government. I was thinking of being brave to shout at every rugby boy I see and scold them by saying,"son of a &#@*%! Stay away here and stop sniffing that". However, I fear them for I know how they would answer to my reprimand. I know the ill effects of rugby once it is being sniffed to your nostrils: it would make your brain look like plastic(I got this idea during the drug symposium in our school) and eventually make it mentally demented.

I know that keeping myself mum to the goings-on in my place will do no good. Seeing prostitutes in the evening as they are waiting to be 'hitched' by a car awakens me that there is something to be done. I feel like vomiting for I know I am turning a blind eye to the things that are only done in the evening. Like stealth. And unfortunately, only a few of us is aware of this.

Now, I hear the echo I am called to do something regarding this. And the only way I know is to be of public service - the field I ALWAYS avoid to get involved with. Talking about how dirty politics is in my beloved motherland, the Philippines, gives me the notion of stepping one step back to be in it. I would like to clamor about what the heck are the social welfare department is doing to address this problem. Nonetheless, I always end up a helpless idiot who thinks that I am superior enough to initiate change.

Now, why am I sharing this? Don't you ever tell me that you love watching something uncanny in the evening, huh? Don't you tell me that you enjoy prostitutes displaying themselves along the avenue for sex in exchange of money, rugby boys running and rummaging something to sniff, robbers readying themselves something to get, and whatnot!

So that's it. I hope so that this could be an eye-opener to everybody concerned that's happening in the evening. However, my 'black' propaganda can't just push something to rectify this. I hope that yours can.

How Much Do We Need To Forgive and To Be Forgiven?

2007-06-17T17:26:00.000+08:00

Upon arriving home last night, I found out that the last string of my guitar was ripped and in my mind, I blamed the people who were there in the house. But I keep the grudge inside for I have respect to them: my cousins. I queried to one of my cousins who are currently staying at our house if she does know what happened to my guitar but she didn't 'admit' she was behind that event. I also suspected my other cousin who was there too staying with us; I didn't mind asking him.

As a follow-up to yesterday's mishap, I was again aggravated after a story shared by Ayme on a voice call this morning. She reported that Adz, after going to SM, dropped by at their store in Ulas together with Sheila and Rollyn who allegedly went home after the meeting. Meaning, they kept the 'real' meeting from me and others while I am already dissed of having my cellphone loaded just to contact them. They knew how much I am ecstatic to meet them again . I gaped in disbelief if they were lying to me or not. Ayme knew the story yesterday because I narrated it to her(I was trying to get some sympathy). She invited me of another get-together but I am kind of hesitant to be with them on Thursday because of what they did to me. Really I am angry to them. I even think of not appearing on the said venue kasi ayokong makipagplastikan na okay lang ang lahat kahit hindi.

I admit there was too much negativity earlier, thanks for my father whom I greeted on a Fathers' Day. Napasaya niya ako kahit papaano.

Everything has changed in the afternoon when I heard a mass at San Pedro Cathedral; the sermon was so timely you'll cry. The gospel was taken from the book of Luke and it talked about how Jesus Christ the Son of God was anointed by a sinful woman(Luke 7:36-50):

Now one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, so he went to the Pharisee's house and reclined at the table. When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume, and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.

When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, "If this man were a prophet, he would know who is touching him and what kind of woman she is—that she is a sinner."

Jesus answered him, "Simon, I have something to tell you."
"Tell me, teacher," he said.

"Two men owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii,^[a] and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he canceled the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?"

Simon replied, "I suppose the one who had the bigger debt canceled."
"You have judged correctly," Jesus said.

Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, "Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little."

Then Jesus said to her, "Your sins are forgiven."

The other guests began to say among themselves, "Who is this who even forgives sins?"

Jesus said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you; go in peace."

I came to realize that my reason for hating them is not pleasing to the eyes of God. After hearing that, I felt a cold shower poured over my body, awakened that I am forgiven with all the trespasses I did against the humanity and the will of God. Ergo, I should be forgiving them.

Whatever the reason may be behind the ripped string of my guitar or the event that happened yesterday, I don't care. What matters is I am ready to embrace them back to my arms as friends.

Now, a positive vibe has entered my body...

Gheling't Ako Sa Pakat Ko

2007-06-16T19:47:00.000+08:00

I had a hard time memorizing this gibberish for a minute with a friend. It is a Maguindanaoan phrase which means 'I am angry at my friend'. This is the story of my misery today.

I, Hannah, Ralfox, Adz and others planned to meet at Gaisano Mall of Davao for a reunion. However, this wasn't the case for there are a lot of mischances happened in this day alone. Look at the enumeration below:

1. Hannah accidentally left his cellphone which make it impossible for us to contact her whereabout. I have to disturb everybody's businesses to find her location. But it was useless for she went home immediately.

2. Adz prefered to go at SM au contraire to the planned Gaisano Mall assembly and met Sheila and Rollyn - people whom I missed so much - there. It was heartbreaking for he didn't make it to GMall.

3. I disappointed Ralfox and it wasn't okay, though he admits it was okay. I let him wait here because my class has to end at 5:30 p.m. If not with our terror teacher in Social Development, I would be going to cut from the class.

4. I ended jamming with Fling-Fling. Period.

At the end of the day, I had received the direst word one could ever utter after doing an offense: sorry. I accept it and I got no choice. I have learned my lesson and that is about setting clear expectations.

However, my day wasn't that horrible as you may think. I had a great time with Fling-Fling and now, we are in a café - surfing. I have forgiven her and I look forward to better days for the coming of days. We planned of eating dinner at Mang Inasal this Thursday and I am really excited. They say the chicken is good there. I want to try it.

I feel hungry...

I Am Exhausted

2007-06-16T13:49:00.000+08:00

Yahoo! I am now exhausted yet happy because I have the ever significant perk I love about going to school, in college to be exact - the Internet password. I don't have to sugarcoat this paragraph with highfalutin words on to how important this thing is to me but one thing is for sure: I will be bumming again in the Internet lab of our school to use one of its high-end computers and update my blog. Well, this is going to be a wacky semester for me as a blogger.

Last Sunday, the Dark Zone Society had its Grand Meeting at Matina Town Square(it was my first time). It was in fact grand and I can say that was really enjoying. I had new friends and had countless of conversations with them in just one day. But only to some because there are members who are not that approachable(or in other words - intimidating) to had a one-on-one chat with me. But it wasn't a big deal. What matters is I can enumerate a couple of those members whom I had a hard time applying with by the first time I met 'em. At least I am improving, and I am looking forward to enumerate more...and hoping that I can pronounce their names whenever I talk to them(because I got this reputation of an amnesiac until now).

Thereafter, GMs continued to flow in my inbox from them, sharing their gratitude for that night. And not only that. That was also the night I became a member of the Peace Clan(Sun Cellular Group) and I admit, I don't like it. Why? Because I look at this clan, though they say that theirs is a clan devoted for the empowerment of the youth kuno by joining activities of the Sangguniang Kabataan and getting affiliations with a city councilor, with a disappointed nod. It is for the reason that some of their members are involved into smoking, premarital sex(a member asked me to do it with him but I refused) and whatnot. So, I may say some of them are not role models to be followed by the youth. If there is something that they have to prove, then they, I mean we, must first ponder on the adage, "action speaks louder than words".

Yesterday, I and the other Davangels met at the 5th floor foodcourt of Gaisano South Citimall, along with Sheena whom I met there accidentally and Jam, my DZS clan member, and her cute friends. It was a reunion of some sort, though there were conflicts at that time that I refuse to disclose. I hope so that my forever kaberks will stay that way: meeting regularly out of our hectic schedule.

Last night, I arrived at our house near 11 p.m. because I and Hannah dropped by at Puan to see Fling-Fling who angered me. Despite the pakikipag-plastikan I did, everything was in a smooth flow. She was there, reiterating her grudge towards Gladys, our friend, and her boyfriend, her disapproval on my studies and 'make-over'(Hannah told her that I'll be pretending to be in every common personality) and everything. I was glad too because I get to see Weng-Weng who dropped by also there and I some of my old friends which stabilized the about-to-explode feeling that night. Thanks I controlled my temper-ature.

Later, I am looking forward to meet again the other Davangels for a reunion and others as well.

I got to go because I have to change my uniform pa. Next time na naman.

I Was Angered

2007-06-08T14:40:00.000+08:00

After four days of taking this blog out of my hands, there has been a lot of events that had passed and I would like to be sharing this with you. Unfortunately, some of those dissed me much and if you're ready to be in this, go for the next paragraph, please!(But if you're not, close this window immediately or replace the URL above to 'www.fiendster.com' or something else.)

I had an argument with Fling-Fling, an old friend, last Monday through SMS. Inasmuch as we were both having a prepaid load scheduled to be expiring that time, we made good use out of it until the simple 'kumustahan' turned to be a debate. She asked me if I was going to transfer this semester. Yes, I did planned it, however it wasn't realized then because of conflicts. I told her that I was going to transfer by the next semester, but she is against it. She complained that I should be sticking with the medically-inclined school I am currently enrolled in and do good there(i.e. be a scholar). But I gushed that I don't feel studying in that school because I saw that majoring Communication Arts there is not that good and it would be better if I try it to a more respective school where you can eventually get stable jobs easily.

I don't want to get into the details here but one thing's for sure: every prepaid peso we used was not really worth it. Disagreeing and defending my side against hers, I ended up shutting up, albeit I had still load at that time(meaning I don't want to continue arguing with her for it is too nonsensical). On this discourse, I question the value of our frindship. If she is really my friend, she should be supporting me to what I want, no matter what. If I get into a wrong decision, then I should be assured that she is there still with me. She should not be tearing me down now but she is. Though I felt this antagonism when we had a visit at Teacher Judith's pad, I didn't mind of it and now I am having a headache on it.

Whatever that 'something' she is referring to against UP(the school I am planning to transfer to next semester), I know she's concerned of me but hey! I am not a kid no more and I can know what to watch out. The pros and cons, that is.

On the other hand, I am griping also about the t-shirt thingy of Dark Zone Society, the texters' clan I am joining at present. Forced to provide a shirt and pay for the printing which I am bound to submit this Sunday EB, I come up with the suggestion of letting would-be members of the clan to be oriented first upon joining in the clan about everything--rules, dues and all--for I wasn't told of the t-shirt thingy,except for the rules,from the start. This is kinda bombarding to me now.

And right at this jiffy, a conflict occured in the clan. The founder retired but returned later and repercussions are on the loose. I still don't understand what is really happening; I'll go check it out this Sunday in our EB.

Until next time.

Manic Monday

2007-06-04T10:50:00.000+08:00

Hey! It is June 4, 2007 and everybody(especially the studs) are up for the opening of classes. However, when most of the high schools are starting their classes today, I am bumming here in the internet café doing baloney stuffs, like say blogging(is it baloney?) or whatever. I just finished validating my identification card and it is no sweat despite the fact that the SPS office is airconditioned. Anyway, our classes will take place 7 days from now and I still question its truth because there are a lot of people saying that June 11's declared a holiday(well, if that's a truth..yehey!)

Well, I am still finishing my article which is temporarily entitled "The Big Reveal". It is a reflection of myself and everything's in that article--FAQs about me, biography and all. I think I'll be publishing it real soon because way in our house we don't have a PC, Internet connection and all. As soon as a I receive the Internet password in our school, I'll be blogging right away to publish it so don't fret.

On a 'darker' side, I joined in to another clan named Dark Zone Society after quitting from Davangels whom I missed now. Everything's doing pretty fine however as we had this EB yesterday at Gaisano Mall of Davao. Perhaps you're thinking of the reason behind my registration to that clan. It was just I want to try out new things and, if possible, all things(i.e. all the clans out there). I quitted from the previous clan because I want space as far as my lovelife was concerned. So there you go! Albeit it's really disturbing and bombarding when you get a lot of text messages from clanmates, it is still good. Now, I got 'no space for new messages' in my inbox and there is a huge sweat drop over my head(I'm likened to cartoons).

Still find this post questionable? Check out my upcoming posts. Better yet, you may consult too my pages:

www.friendster.com/yarnhoj
www.yarnhoj.wordpress.com
www.invaderangel.wordpress.com
www.reviewsniyarnhoj.wordpress.com

Au revoir!

hey

2007-06-01T12:30:00.000+08:00

wait for the biggest thrill for year 2007, i'll 'undress' myself...

check on that!

thnks fr th mmrs!