Seniors Shockwave Alert: Behind the Scenes 2

All the while kami lang ang nagpapraktis sa sarili namin. Well, we are seniors, we’re independent. Haha. Mga bandang last two days lang kami nagpraktis with the faculty’s ears hearing us. Ayun. Pressure yun. Paano eh malapit na ang laban.

Nagkaroon pa ng issue. Eto ang issue na hindi ko makakalimutan. Dapat daw iuusog ang English Week to Monday. Pero dahil may quiz bee kami sa Monday at kailangan kong bitawan ang newscasting para sa quiz bee, may nangyari, at dahil sa akin yun.

Eh paano. Binuhos ko lahat ng efforts ko dito. Presentation, script, balita, praktis, ideas, pull-out.. nakamindset na ako na lalaban sa English Week. At ito pa ang higit sa lahat, ang experience na maging isang newscaster. Nung second year may newscasting kami pero hindi ganun kaperformance level ang nangyari nun sa akin. This is the big stage. I want to be there. Kung papapiliin nga ako eh iiwan ko na lang ang quiz bee for the newscasting kasi this is a once in a lifetime experience.

Mangilid-ngilid na luha ko nung malaman ko I will be forced to quit. Ayokong magquizbee. At ang bigat sapuhin ng bagaheng pinabuhat sa akin. All of a sudden nanlumo ako, and that was two days before the competition. Di ko yata matitiis na sumagot ng question ng quiz master habang maiisip ko na iniwanan ko ang newscasting team.

Ayun. With the powers of Ma’am Gamboa, nangyari ang dapat mangyari. Tuloy ang English Week kinabukasan. Masaya, kasi makakasama na ako. Kinakabahan, kasi ang pressure lahat ay nasa akin. Sabi nga sa akin ni Lara, kapag natalo daw kami ako ang pinakamalaking kahihiyan sa balat ng Systems nun.

Gumagawa kami ng props nun nang dumating ang balita.. Nagkaroon lang kami ng late na lunch bago nun, dahil inaalam pa namin kung ano ang mga kailangang bilhin para sa aming mga props, kung paano ba ang design ng set at etc. Ayun, kinukulayan ng iba ang ginuhit kong isda sa manila paper at may nagugupit sa kabila.

Abalang-abala na ang buong Systems kinahapunan, sapagkat matindi rin ang kumpetisyon pagdating sa Jazz Chant, at talaga namang iyon ang inaabangan ng karamihan.

The day before, ayan na, sabakan na sa general practices. Meron na kaming master plan, ang cue kung kelan lilipat ng slides sa presentation, at ang cue din kung kailan magpapalit ng sounds, all with full description para madalian ang operator. Ang operator pala namin ay si Jzhanel para sa powerpoint, at c Keroy para sa sound effects. Oha. Pwede na kaming professional news team, camera man na lang ang kulang.

Syempre. Praktis praktis na kami. Nag-iimbento na ng poses, kunyaring pa-entrance at saka mga konting pakulo para maliban sa informative kami, entertaining pa.

Nagpraktis kami sa Multi Purpose Hall. Nandun ang Jazz Chant ng second year kumakanta sa tono ng Bad Romance. Nandun din yung mga Jazz Chanters ng Seniors, nagpapraktis. Litaw na litaw boses ni Jefran, eh napano, trainer nila. Todo sigaw din si Vhinna at si Kevin, feel na feel ang pagwalk down the road.

At yun, katapos ng Jazz Chant ng Sophomores, nag set-up ng table at tinesting ang stage presence namin. Ang daming nakatinging mata, at yun ay for the first time. Nakakaconscious, pero ito ang daan para sa pagkapanalo. Si Ma’am Gamboa ang sama ng tingin sa amin, para bang ang daming imperfections, o sadyang kabado lang ako kaya tingin ko masama tingin nun.

At ‘yun, dumating ang Teen Patrol ng first year habang nagpapraktis kami. Nandun si Ma’am Tan at saka si Ma’am Mendoza. Waaah?! Ititigil ba namin ito o tuloy?

Ifast-forward na natin dahil mahaba na yung natayp ko. Ayun. Nandun na sa loob ng classroom ng Ampere. Ang mga classmate namin nag-uumpisa ng bumaba, kasi may program. Konti kaming natira sa classroom... ang newscasting team, si Sir Dungca, si Ma’am Gamboa at ang bagong special staff, si Princess.

Yun. Make-up. Make-up. First time kong maging feeling artista. Haha. Ayun. Picture-picture din sila. Tae naman talaga at sinabihan ko yung nanay ko na humagilap ng coat para sa akin at nakalimutan daw niya. Pinagpipilitan niya yung puting jacket, sabi ko hindi pwede, at pwede daw. Anyways, no choice naman ako kaysa naman wala akong dalhin. Dinala ko na rin. Amp. And it turned out to be really wrong.

Nagmukha akong doctor, at may inedit pa ngang picture si Lara comparing me to a pale-skin, red-lipped, white-dressed doctor from the Twilight movie series, and that was Dr. Carlisle as far as I can remember.

Hanggang sa sinubukan kong hiniramin ang coat ng kapatid ni Carmela, dahil napressure ako dun sa coat nung first year! Haha! Tapos may live television pa ang second year, at tilian naman ang mga sophomores sa nakita nila.

At ito, ang third year, ang pinakamatinding kalaban palagi. Matapos nilang manalo sa Intrams, mahigpit na ang mga mata namin sa kanila. At yun, dumating ang Entertainment News nila. Tawanan ang buong MPH kay Ezra sa paggaya niya kay Boy. Iba ang hatak ng entertainment news nila, samantalang sa amin ay formal ang dating, with the Best Female Newscaster two years ago reporting.

Nakatambay kami dun sa mga Transformers sa gilid ng MPH. Picture picture ang buong cast. Kinakabahan kasi baka mabulol kami. Kinakabahan kasi baka matalo. Hanggang yan na, umpisa na. Umakyat na kami sa stage, ako kunyari confident na confident. Syempre seniors, kailangan ipakita na sanay na sa ganitong pressure.

At sinet-up na ang presentation. Pati ang sounds ready na.

Tumugtog na ang intro, at naglakad na kami na Kareejil patungo sa gitna. Hanep ang pressure. Ang tindi tumayo sa harap ng maraming tao na parang nagmomodel. Ayos lang sana kung emcee eh, medyo hindi na ganoong kalaking factor ang itsura. Pero dito, isa ito sa matinding puhunan.

Nakakatigas ng paa na tumayo doon, para bang ayokong tumingin sa mga tao dahil baka pinagtatawanan nila ako. Madalas kasi, mukha na akong clown ngayon. At yun, katapos nun magsasalita dapat si Lara, pero tila ang boses niya ay naglalakbay pa sa buwan. Hindi niya marinig ang sound effects na signal niya na kailangan na niyang magsalita. Ayun, nadelay tuloy ang aming headlines.

At yun, ang pamatay na intro, kailangan na naming sabihin ni Kareejil ang title ng palabas. Haha. and 1, 2, 3 go.. Seniors Shockwave Alert. Ay. Walang pumalakpak. Wala talaga kaming impact.

Hanggang nagsasasatsat na ako ng balita. Nakikita ko si Ma’am Malig nangingiti. Di ko alam kung magaling ako, nagkakamali na ba ako o sadyang mukha lang talaga akong clown kaya ngumingiti siya.

At iyon, konting pahinga. Commercial break. ‘Yan ang isa sa mga pakulo namin na unique sa iba. Meron kaming commercial break. Una yung “First Love” commercial ng McDo na paborito ko. ‘Yun, epektibo naman ang method at lahat napakanta ng Huling El Bimbo. At lalo naman nung lumabas ang mga batang Tondo sa commercial ni Manny Villar. Ang unang plano pa nga ay i-remake ng SPCF version yung mga commercial na yun, yung tipong Ampere daw ang mga bata dun sa commercial, total kamukha naman daw namin.

Pagkatapos ng commercial, of course, we’re back. At dun na nagsimulang magkabuhol-bohol. “Back to you Kareejil” pero sa script ako na ang kasunod. ‘Yun, natigilan kami ng konting sandali, nagpapakiramdaman kung sino na ba ang magsasalita talaga. Kinuha ko na lang ang mic at dumakdak, kahit mali.

At astig ang field reporter namin. Isa pa ‘to sa SSA Originals. Ayun. Si Lara, ang aming senior correspondent kuno, ay live from Cotabato! Haha! Astig. At ‘yun, kumuha kami ng ilang cooperative usisero sa camera, at ang cameraman namin ay si Jefran. Nag-away sa spotlight si Paul at si Chino at ang nanalo ay si Chino. Hahaha. At yun, nung natapos na siyang magreport, binalik na sa akin ni Lara, “back to you, Kenneth,” sabay tingin sa akin mula Cotabato. Hahaha!

At tinapos namin ang newscasting namin ng parang wala lang. Yun. Masasabi naming tapos na. Pero nandiyan pa ang mga judges para kami’y husgahan. Syempre kinakabahan, pero sabi naman ng mga coaches namin eh ayos lang naman daw ginawa namin. Ganoon naman palagi ang mga coaches, palaging nagchecheer up.

Dinaan namin ang kaba namin sa marami pang papicture picture. Kami na ang huling event nun, kaya pagkatapos ng newscasting, awarding na agad. The moment is truth, ika nga. Kabado. Kasi ang dami na ngang napagdaanan ng newscasting team. Unti-unti, tinatawag na yung mga awardees. Nanalo si Jehriel sa kanyang pagkaleon. Si Yu, hindi pinalad, pero ayos lang, dahil sa kanya nauso ang “alms”. Ang Jazz Chant, hindi rin naging champion, pero ayos lang rin. At ito, newscasting na. Nakatayo lang kami sa likod ng mga bleachers.

Isa-isa tinatawag yung ibang year levels. Hanggang dalawang year level na lang ang natitira. At ‘yun, si Ma’am Malig ang nag-aannounce ng winners, isa ‘yan sa mga expertise niya. Alam niya kung paano mambitin, at kung paano magdagdag ng thrill. Feel na feel pa ang diction palagi.

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PANALO KAMIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! CHAMPIOOOON! :)))))))))))))))))))))

the end :)) hahaha!

Seniors Shockwave Alert: Behind the Scenes

Ke: This just in everyone. A military craft had crashed in a residential area at Cotabato Province, killing at least 8 people. Live from Cotabato, on the crash site is Lara Jimenez. What happened there Lara?

La: Yes, Kenneth… (continue…)

Questions:
1. Aside from a civilian death, is there any other civilian injured on the crash?
2. We have been hearing rumors that the plane crash was a sabotage. Is it true?

Ke: Thank you for that important update. Again, that is Lara Jimenez reporting live from Cotabato.

Ka: Reminders everyone, our KAAKBAY field trip will be at February 13, and to all the seniors and juniors, our prom night will be at February 26.

Ke: These are the rocking..

Ka: The shaking…

Ke: the Breaking

Ka: the shattering news of the day.

Ke: this is NEWS, and this is…

ALL: Senior Shockwave Alert.

Ke: Up next is Ma’am Gamboa’s Noontime Show, stay tuned.

PLAY: 13 – Outro (Last Music)

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At iyan ang aming last lines sa aming newscasting. Parang kelan lang simula nung unang praktis.. parang kelan lang simula nung sobrang pressure.. parang kelan lang nung nagchampion. Haaaay. Nakakamiss nga naman. Ang sarap balikan.

Eto. Excited na ang buong Ampere at English Week na, dahil sigurado nandiyan na ang kaabang-abang na speech choir competition. Since first year tila ba yan na ang aming forte, speech choir. Marinig mo lang ang speech choir, lahat nagiging active ng sumali. Para bang pagkain, maamoy lang nila lahat na e titingin.

Paano kasi, gustong gusto namin bumawi sa pagkatalo namin sa The Secret of the Machines, meron kasi kaming dalawang kasama na humihiwalay daw ang boses. (at nagmalinis pa siya.) Dagdag pa dun, iba kasi kapag speech choir, nandun yung palaging walang klase kasi puro kayo praktis, tapos ang saya pa, kasi astig yung mga choreography. Tapos syempre, payabangan na rin sa ibang year levels. Syempre fourth year, expected champion.

Ayun. Isang araw, pumasok si Ma’am Alfonso sa room namin, gaya naman ng palagi niyang ginagawa. Excited kami lahat, dahil alam naming mag-aannounce siya tungkol sa English Week. Malakas ang bulung-bulungan tungkol sa speech choir, kasi nga marami ang excited para dito. Lahat kami nakangiti, na tila ba nag-aabang ng katuwa-tuwa mula kay Ma’am, pero hindi kami natuwa sa narinig namin.

Wala daw Speech Choir. Napalitan daw ito ng Jazz Chant. At nandun pa rin ang Storytelling, Dramatic Monologue at Newscasting. Eh ang hanap namin speech choir, pero wala daw.

“Ano daw?” yan ang tanong ng marami matapos sabihin ang Jazz Chant.

Bago nga naman kasi sa pandinig. Kahit nga ako hindi ko alam kung ano ang ibig-sabihin. Ang kumakalat naman ng definition eh speech choir na kumakanta at tunog-tao. Unang pumasok sa isip ko papaputok kami ng kilikili, magrarap kami sa harap at magbebeatbox sa harap ng basang-basang microphone. O kaya magtatambol ng tiyan o mananapok ng ulong walang laman, oha, pwede ng musical ensemble. Dagdag pa rito, 20 lang daw ang maximum na pwede sumali. Bale, dahil mas konti kayo, mas nakakahiya, kasi mas makikilala ka.

Marami ang nadiscourage, at kakaunti lamang ang sumali sa Ampere ng Jazz Chant.

Ako naman, dahil hindi ko tipo magJazz Chant, ayun, sumabak na lang sa mundo ng pagiging isang newscaster. Lahat na yata sinubukan ko eh.

Naaalala ko pa nun, ang mga auditions na kayraming udlot. Kabado pa kaming mga nag-aaudition sa faculty room nun. Nahihiya kasi maraming mga teachers ang nanonood, at magrerecite kami ng news piece sa harap ni Ma’am Gamboa at Sir Dungca. Buti nandiyan si Amir, ang savior naming lahat, kasi siya lang ang may dala ng news piece, the rest nakikishare na lang. Haha.

At nalaman nga namin na kami na ang official newscasters ng fourth year level. Amir, Kenneth, Lara, Danielle and sino kasi yun? Aaah. Oo. Naalala ko na. Si Kareejil. Ayun. Pinagplano na kami kung paano ang flow ng programa. Nagmeeting kami nun sa kalahating bakante ng faculty room, pero wala mang nangyari kundi usapan at tawanan. Paano medyo sabay kasi sa mga quiz bees at dance competitions kaya ultimong naghahatid ng balita, busy gumawa ng sarili nilang balita.

Umabot na kami sa puntong si Ma’am Gamboa na ang nagmeeting sa amin, at napagdesisyunan namin na magkaroon ng dalawang balita kada kategoryang hinihingi sa patimpalak.. Local news, Foreign, Sports at Entertainment. Sunod na naging assignment namin ang maghanap ng balita. Kinagabihan nun, lahat pa nagPM sa akin, nagtatanong ng balita o kung nakakakuha na ba ako ng balita ko.

Sa orihinal naming plano, ako ay isang sportscaster, dahil kailanman, hindi ko pinangarap na maging bida sa isang soap opera na wala namang ginawa sa mundo kundi umupo sa gitna at maghatid ng balita. At isa pa, mahirap kunin ang damit ng isang main anchor. Ayos din kung weather. Di ko bagay mag-entertainment, at pang-main anchor din naman ang foreign. Kaya’t minabuti ko ng manatili na lang sa sports.

Naaalala ko pa ang aming mga pull-out days. Haha. Ang mga patawang birada ni Amir kay Kareejil, at wala na kaming mapraktis kundi ang paano tumawa. “F-*-*-k-U Kareejil,” sasabihin ni Amir, pa-thank you naman itong si Kareejil, pagkarinig niya eh, “back to you, Kareejil.”

Dati nun, no permanent address pa kami kapag praktis. Minsan, sinubukan naming tumambay sa hagdan, sa faculty room, pero ang ending namin nun sa harap ng science building, hanggang sa sumugod na lang ang mga third year.

Ayun, dumating din kami sa puntong kailangang isipan ng pangalan ang aming palabas. Alangan naman biglaang pasok na lang na walang title. At syempre, kadikit ng title ang motto ng mga nagbabalita. Kung pwede na lang sana na “time is gold” eh.. pero walang konek. Suggestion nila eh “may pakpak ang balita...”, pero kahit kailan ay ‘di ko maimagine yan.

Since ako ang pinaggawan nila ng skrip namin, ako na rin ang nagsubok na mag-isip ng pangalan. Seniors Shockwave Alert kako, buti naman at walang nagreklamo. Yun, tuloy tuloy na lang ng praktis hanggang sa kalaunan, nadeport ako at naging main anchor na. Waaah!

Dumadaan ang araw, at hanggang sa dalawang araw na lang eh time to perform na. Ayun. Kinailangan na magdownload ng sound effects para sa dakila naming palabas, gumawa ng powerpoint presentation para sa aming ipapakita at isaulo na ang mga dapat isaulo. Hanep na ang pressure.

All the while kami lang ang nagpapraktis sa sarili namin. Well, we are seniors, we’re independent. Haha. Mga bandang last two days lang kami nagpraktis with the faculty’s ears hearing us. Ayun. Pressure yun. Paano eh malapit na ang laban.

Nagkaroon pa ng issue. Eto ang issue na hindi ko makakalimutan. Dapat daw iuusog ang English Week to Monday... Pero...

....to be continued.

the second part will be posted Saturday after midnight :)

On Taking the First Step

Here goes Kenneth, preparing himself for the biggest change of his life – COLLEGE LIFE. For four years, I’ll be out on a field yet to be discovered, a time full of surprises and a challenge whose ending goes unknown. The prize is a college degree and a lifetime career, put the price is lifestyle change and total independence. I’ll welcome myself to college life.

Life has been an easy cycle for me. Some changes occur, but all of them come sparingly, all of them come in batches in a way that I can still handle. This time, I am off to a change that I can barely imagine – a change so drastic and abrupt that it’ll be one heck of an era before I get along.

But hey, I am taking the first steps onto a new beginning. Fight! Win! Haha!

The synopsis: the blogger here is going to get his Bachelor of Science in Accountancy degree at Colegio de San Juan de Letran in Intramuros, Manila. I’ll be staying up in a dormitory and I’ll be studying there as a full scholar.

Well, these are the 22 changes in my life that I foresee.

1. Appearance and Fashion – new life, new look. I guess :D

2. Being alone – I’ll be living in the dormitory alone and without a family member by my side. I’ll be off independent, a thing that I have not done for more than seven days. I’ll be preparing everything for myself, without the assistance of my loving family. Wahahaha. And take note, not just for seven days, but for four years. The school dorm will be my home for four years, if I’m lucky enough to maintain my grades.

3. Biological clock – this time, it will be fixed. I am used at sleeping on 3am, but upon the reading the dormitory rules, I guess that I can no longer do that for lights shall be out at 10:30pm.

4. Catholic imposition – CSJL, from the name, is a Catholic school, particularly Dominican. With that, it requires its students to have some spiritual recollections, the Catholic way. We are even required to attend the Mass every Sunday, the Catholic way once more. T_T

5. Comfort Room – There is only one comfort room that I am comfortable with, and that is our house’s. You can’t make me excrete at school, even though I am on the brink of explosion. I’d rather be silent amidst cold sweat than to place my butt on a ceramic toilet bowl that is not our house’s.

6. Commuting around – distinguishing one jeepney from another route is never a headache. Here in Angeles, the jeepneys are color-coded, with a two or three word route on its side. However, things on Manila are different. Jeepneys have a novel instead for their route painted on the side, plus a feast of hanged places on their windshield. Read them fast, for the jeepney might already pass you before you’re done reading them.

7. Cuisine – I’ll miss my mother’s dishes, and I’ll miss how Kapampangans make their dish sumptuously unique from others.

8. Dormitory life – I do not know what dormitory life has to offer, but it is sure difficult to adopt. First, new family – my dormmates. I also have a new bed to sleep on, and technically, a new home to go in every after class.

9. Goodbye Online World – yes, I need to bid my farewell to my activeness on Facebook, Plurk and Blogger. My Tumblr will be in the morgue for the meantime too. Haha. Goodbye Happy Island, Restaurant City, Social City, Café World, Hotel City among others. I’ll miss chatting with my mates.

10. Mobile communication adaptation - I hate texting. I dislike pressing three times just for a single character. Chatting is much faster, and I prefer it more than texting, but with the absence of computers upon boarding the dorm, I suppose I have to have my cellphone. T_T

11. More pressure – I am maintaining a bigger scholarship (in terms of the subsidy) with a much bigger risk. If I fail to maintain my grades, I’ll be forced to pay that hefty tuition of P1,000 per unit yearly (not to mention the equally punishing miscellaneous fees.)

12. New landmarks – Salakot, Diamond Park, SM Clark, Nepo will be a thing of my past. Now, some field trip destinations are one commute away.

13. New school – I need to adapt to a new school. Of course, new school rules, new events, new traditions, new school uniform , new faculty members, new requirements, new classrooms, new canteens and new name to build (if I can). Anyways, the new distance won’t be a problem because I am, in effect, living there.

14. Personality – I don’t know, but I have fears that the IV-Ampere, ACCYF, III-Gold, Clark family that I have been so used to is highly different to the people that I am going to mingle with fr four years. I don’t know if they can make me smile the way those people do. New people to read, new friendships to build. My progress will surely be slow.

15. Physical education – after two years of being exempted in Physical Education, I’ll be out again in my rubber shoes for some warm up. For the first semester, I have gymnastics. I’m worrying on the outcome of it. Haha.

16. Pollution – I hail from the grassy meadows of Clark Air Base, Pampanga, and being on a concrete jungle such as Manila makes me wanna gasp for more oxygen for one last time here at my hometown.

17. Riding jeepneys – I’m used at riding gentle jeepneys – those who would calmly wait until you sit, without the urban rush of trying to chase jeepneys at 40mph and leaping for them risking your life. Here in Angeles, people pick jeepneys, but there, jeepneys pick passengers.

18. Security alert – Not only is Manila famous for progress, but it is also infamous for crimes. If I am awfully clumsy and careless on Angeles, how much more am I prone to thieves, hostage takers and other villains in the crowded streets of Manila?!

19. Seven-Eleven! – a 7-11 branch is just one street away. I am warning myself, I might get addicted there.

20. SM City Manila! – and that is my new SM there. It is a reasonably long walk away and I can get there easily on weekends. One thing, I’m gonna be there with new people, not with the old people I am used to be with T_T and it is much much more crowded than SM Clark.

21. Study habits – part of Letran’s requirement on their scholars is a four-hour library session daily, Monday to Saturday. They want us to study, and we will be forced to do so. It seems like I joined a Book Club. Now, I got no free time to do what I want, just a little spare on weekends.

22. Weather – if it is hot in the windy countryside of Clark, how much hotter will the urban jungle of Manila be? Burning, toasting and melting.

What else to expect? A lot. Good luck to me. T___________T I miss the people, the places, the memories, the tradition, the habits and the life that I’ll be forced to leave.

Tinig ng Torpe VI: Facebook at Pag-ibig

Tinig ng Torpe VI – Facebook at Pag-ibig

Eto na naman ang tula ng pag-ibig, na ngayon ay dinamay na ang Facebook. Marami siguro sa atin ang nagmamahal, at madalas siguro Facebook ang ginagawa nating daan upang maipahayag natin ang ating nararamdaman. Ganyan talaga ang pag-ibig, nagrereflect sa status, sa pictures, sa links etc.

Itong TnT6: Facebook at Pag-ibig ay para sa mga taong in-love at hanggang sa FB ay nakararating ang pag-ibig nila. Para ito sa mga katulad kong inspired lalo na kapag makita lang ang profile ni toot o kaya mag-online siya. Haha! Para ito sa mga kinikilig kahit sa picture lang, ito yung mga tipong nagmamahal na talaga.

Ito na ang 88 lines ng TnT... :D hahaha. Comment kayo please. Hehehe :)

Una sa aking umaga, minumuta pa ang mata,
Kahit pa eyebags ay maga, sa computer ang punta.
Kahit tulog pa ang lahat, computer ay ituturn-on;
Mata ko’y magiging mulat; Facebook ang tanging solusyon.

Ang e-mail ko’y ilalagay at kung itayp parang kidlat;
Saulado na at sanay, matatayp kahit ‘di mulat.
At ang password kong mahaba, 31 letters in total,
Tuluy-tuloy, walang kaba, kung i-enter walang bagal.

Unang-unang sasambulat mga post ng kaibigan,
Mga comments kalat-kalat at photos na tinag-tagan.
Mga status na pamatay ay sunod kong makikita,
Ngunit ang tunay na pakay mabasa ang iyong salita.

Pupuntahan ang profile mo, nakabookmark na sa browser;
Lahat ng mga pinost mo, may comment ko na aanswer.
Tila automatic sa’kin na ma-memorize status mo,
At para bang naka-built-in and profile mo sa utak ko.

Favorite place ko sa FB, syempre, ang Facebook profile mo;
Ang ngiti sa iyong labi tumatatak sa isip ko.
Lahat ng iyong litrato sa monitor tititigan;
‘Di magsasawang ganito basta ba’t iyong larawan.

Nakalagay sa Info tab, saulado ko na rin ‘yan;
Nasa ko ay nag-aalab na ika’y lalong malaman.
Mga album mo sa Photos, lagi ko ring tinitingnan;
Araw ko ay sadyang ayos ikaw lama’y masilayan.

Minsan para na ngang tanga, kahit pa gabing-gabi na,
Sa profile mo’y nakanganga, refresh ng refresh sa tuwina.
Baka may bagong status ka at gusto ko nang magcomment,
Makausap pa kita dahil ‘yun ang aking moment.

‘Di mapigilang mamangha sa ganda ng profile pic mo;
Tila kahit anong kuha, ngingiti maging ang emo.
Kung sa Facebook pic pa nga lang, sa’yo ako’y iibig na,
Paano pa sa personalan, sa piling mo ay langit na!

Sa iyong Info tab ang click, Relationship Status naman,
Kahit malabo ay sabik matupad ang kahibangan:
“In a relationship with me,” ang aking isusulat d’yan;
Fighting spirit ay marami sa misyong kailusyunan.

Gawain ko oras-oras sa homepage ng aking Facebook,
Sa ultimong pagkabukas, Notifications ang first look.
Sampu-sampu kada open, hanap lang ang pangalan mo,
At baka ika’y nagcomment sa dami-daming wall post ko.

Napakalaking ngiti nga, magcomment ka lang sa wall ko
Sapagkat ito ang bunga ng pagpapapansin ko sa’yo.
Sa mga status at pictures, sa profile kong punung-puno,
Mapansin mo lang ay sure na bawi na ang effort ko.

Ilang status na ang na-post? Ilang links na ba ang na-share?
Ilang notes na ang tinapos? Ilang pacute ang na-prepare?
Halos buong buhay FB ko ay umiikot sa’yo
Nang sayo’y aking masabi puso ko kahit malayo.

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Minsan aking naiisip, sana status na lang ako,
At kahit sa panaginip, ma-‘like’ mo man lamang ako.
Sana link ang iyong puso para magawa mong ma-share,
Maramdaman pag-ibig mo at mabigyan ka rin ng care.

At may isang application, “Lover of the Day” ang ngalan,
Random ang kanyang selection ng kunwari’y kasintahan,
At kapana-panabik nga na tayo’y mapares minsan,
Pero nagmumukhang tanga ‘pagkat ‘yan ay laro lamang.

Buti pa ang Happy Island, masaya siya sa buhay niya,
Sa turista na naglaland at sa kanya ay pumapasyal.
Sana ako’y isla dito at ako’y dalawin man lang,
‘Pagkat presensya mo’y ginto sa puso kong nagkukulang.

Sa aquarium mo sa Fishville, sana’y isda na lang ako,
At palagi mo ‘tong gawin, “Give Some Love” ay iciclick mo.
At sa Farmville naman sana ay nawala na lang ako
Nang sayo’y magpa-adopt na at lumigaya buhay ko.

Sana’y alaga mo ako doon sa Pet Society;
Bigyan mo ‘kong pag-ibig mo, nang mawala ang pighati.
Ipang-race at pagtanimin, kahit ano pang gusto mo,
Lahat ay aking gagawin, basta’t ikaw ang kasama ko.

Ngunit hanggang Facebook na lang ang corny na torpeng ito,
Puno ng panghihinayang at ‘di napadama ito.
Kung ang yakap lang sa FB ay tagos hanggang sa iyo,
Hindi mo na masasabing peke ang aking pagsuyo.

Tanging nais kong marinig ang boses mong nakakamiss,
Manggaling sa iyong bibig, mga linyang matatamis.
Sa status ay ‘di kuntento, ‘pagkat doo’y salita lang;
Tinig mo ay kailangan ko, ulit-ulit mapakinggan.

Kung maaari lang i-Plurk ang iyong buong pangalan,
Kung pwede sanang i-Twitter ang tago mong katauhan,
Kung sa Tumblr ay ilabas isang liham para sa’yo,
Kung loob ko ay malakas, ang torpe’y haharap sa’yo.

Ngunit heto ako’t pipi, sa sarili’y nakatago,
At simula nang umibig, hindi pa rin nagbabago.
Magpapatuloy na lihim, nag-aalab na pag-ibig;
Sa puso ko’y ikikimkim ang damdaming nananaig.

Itong tula’y para sa’yo, para lang iyong malaman,
Ang saya at sakripisyo ‘pag online mo akong nadatnan.
Hanggang sa susunod na chat, hanggang sa muling kiligin,
Malaman mo na ang lahat, iyan ang pinakahiling.

THE END. Hahaha. :D

Up next: Tinig ng Torpe VII, ang pinakamadramang Tinig ng Torpe so far. Clue: may konek sa dilim. :)

A Song to a Friend

A poem dedicated to everyone who needs help. Remember, you always have a friend to lean on. This is also dedicated to everyone out here who help out their friends, this poem is a salute to all of you. :)

Do you feel you’re living alone?
Can’t find your song a happy tone?
Well hey, here I am, your true friend,
Ready to care ‘til the world ends.

My friend, why do you look so sad?
I’m used at seeing you so glad.
I never want to see you frown,
If you’ll allow, I’ll be your clown.

I know you have your own problems;
I’m aware before you tell them.
I know your sad before I ask;
I know what happened in your past.

You never have to walk lonely;
Here I am to make you happy.
If all else fails all around you,
I’ll be here to help you get through.

If the whole world just made you weak,
If no one allows you to speak,
Sit beside me, I will listen;
Just remember that I’m your friend.

What is it that you are hiding?
What is that burden that you’re bringing?
Drop it off and tell it to me;
Say your words for with me you’re free.

You never have to live alone;
Now fill your song with happy tones.
‘Coz hey, here I am, your true friend,
Ready to care ‘til the world ends.

Tinig ng Torpe V: Ulila ng Init

Tinig ng Torpe V – Ulila ng Init

Nagbabalik ang tula ng torpe ulit. 40 na araw matapos ang aming pagtatapos at matapos din ang aking kaarawan, ito muli ang torpe at gumawa na naman ng tula. Sa mga nakaraang araw, labis-labis tayong naperwisyo ng sobrang init, at syempre, pati ang mga torpe naiinitan. Ngunit, hindi bentilador o aircon ang nasa isip ng torpe, kundi ang babaeng kanyang iniibig pa rin. Ang TnT5 ay tungkol sa pag-iisa ng ating torpe sa kanyang mahabang summer vacation, at ang kanyang patuloy na pag-asa sa kanyang pagmamahal.

Naglalagablab ang araw sa bughaw na kalangitan;
Mga tao’y nauuhaw; tuyo na ang kaparangan.
Kahit minsang nanalasa, ulan ngayo’y hinahanap;
Ulan ang naging pag-asa sa gitna ng paghihirap.

Ikaw nga ay parang ulan; sa puso ko’y inspirasyon,
Nagbibigay kasiyahan, sa lupang tuyo’y nutrisyon.
Kahit munting ambon mo lang, bahaghari’y bumubukal;
Hatid mo’y walang pagsalang kagalakang tumatagal.

Subalit parang ulan din na kapag biglang nawala,
Hirap ang siyang daranasin, sa init ay ‘sang ulila.
Ang lupa ay matitigang; wangis niya ay mabibitak;
Damong luntian ay bilang sa buhanginang malawak.

Bakit ba ang mga bagay kapag sa ati’y wala na,
Tayo’y sadyang hindi sanay at saka lang alintana
Mga oras na sinayang na dapat siya ay kasama,
Meron ngang panghihinayang ang sa puso’y nadarama.

Tila ba kapag nawala ay saka lang hahanapin;
Tila ba kapag may sala, saka lang ang paumanhin;
Tila ba pag ‘ka’y malayo, saka lang gustong umamin,
Sabihin na ako’y sa’yo at ikaw ang iibigin.

Sana nung ika’y nand’yan pa, ako sayo’y tumatabi,
Itayo ka ‘pag nadapa, bigyang ngiti ang ‘yong labi.
Kayrami kong inaksayang pagkakataon ko sa iyo;
Mababawi ko pa kaya mga linggong lumalayo?

Ang init nga ay parusa sa marami araw-araw,
Nakakawalang pag-asa, nakadudulot ng uhaw.
At maghahanap ng tubig o kaya’y masisilungan,
Ngunit hanap ko’y pag-ibig, ang ikaw ay maramdaman.

Ikaw ang pamatid-uhaw sa puso kong nahahapo,
Sa damdaming umaapaw na mukha mo ay mahipo,
At isang baso nga lamang ng pagmamahal mong tunay
Ang siyang tanging magsisilang sa akin ng bagong buhay!

Ang buong mundo ko ngayon ay nagmistulang disyerto;
Tuyo sa ‘yong inspirasyon, sa yakap mo’y batong-bato.
Kaytagal nang gustong hagkan at nagyo’y hindi magawa,
Kahit man lang masilayan at hindi na magsasawa.

Ayaw ko ng walang pasok, sa bahay ay nababaog,
Sapagkat ang tanging tibok ng puso ko’y natutulog.
Hanggang larawan mo na lang ang sa tingi’y tutunawin;
Nangangarap mahalikan, nananaginip haplusin.

At kailan ko kaya muli makikita ang ‘yong ngiti?
Kailan ulit ang sandali na ako’y bigyan mong bati?
Kapag nga naman bakasyon, tunay ngang napakalungkot,
Lalo’t aking inspirasyon, malayo’t ‘di ko maabot.

Ako nga’y isang ulila ng init ng iyong hawak;
Puso ko’y nawawala sa katuyuang malawak,
At ikaw ang aking hanap, ang tanging daang palabas
Sa nararanasang hirap, sa’king kawalan ng lakas.

Tuwing pagsikat ng araw, ako’y babangon sa kama.
Ako ay biglang sisigaw ‘pagkat oras ay ‘di tama.
Huli na para sa klase at hindi man lang ginising;
May dagdag na namang bente sa’king mahabang bayarin.

Dali-dali sa kusina na may dala-dalang ngiti;
Oras ay ‘di alintana, mahuli man ay mabuti.
Makikita pa rin naman ng mata ko ang ‘yong mata;
May pag-asa pang mahagkan at sayo’y magpahalata.

Subalit matitigilan at biglaang tatahimik,
Dito sa katotohanan, ako ay maibabalik.
Wala na nga palang pasok; wala na ang kasabikan.
Tila tumakip ang usok sa iyong tanging larawan.

Mananatili sa bahay at ikaw ang iisipin
Na sana’y nasa ‘yong dantay nang init mo’y aking damhin.
Hanggang hapon ay tulala, lasing sa ‘yong kagandahan,
At ang iyong alaala, tanging laman ng isipan.

Sa kalangita’y titingin, nag-iisa sa may init;
Araw ay kakausapin ‘pagkat ulo’y nag-iinit.
Sa tanaw ay walang ulap, walang haharang sa araw,
At kahit ni isang iglap, ang lamig ay ‘di dadalaw.

Labi ko ay nanunuyo; balat ko ay napapaso;
Pawis ay ‘di na matuyo, tila higit pa sa gripo.
Kung ika’y kasama lamang, init ay hindi na pansin,
‘pagkat tanging kasiyahan ang hatid mo sa damdamin.

Hindi ko na kakayanin na lumakbay pa sa init;
Hindi kayang kalabanin panahong napakalupit.
Hawakan mo aking kamay, hilain mo ko pataas;
Sa panahong nalulumbay, sa’yo ngiti’y magwawagas.

Bigyan mo ako ng tubig na umaapaw sa iyo;
Bumubukal na pag-ibig ang tatapos sa tagtuyo.
Ang init ng pagmamahal sa puso mo’y dumadaloy,
Pagdurusa’y matatanggal, pagsinta ay mag-aapoy.

Ngayon ako’y nag-iisa, sa init walang kasama;
Sa iyo ay umaasa na minsan ika’y madama.
Ngunit anuman ang dusa, sayo’y hindi magsasawa;
Sugatan man at balisa, iwan mo man akong kawawa.

Ito ang Tinig ng Torpe, aking sigaw ng pag-asa,
Masakit ma’t naaapi, puso’y iibig ng kusa.
Mahahapdi man ang sinag, init man ay sumasampal,
Ikaw ang aking kalasag; ikaw lamang ang siyang mahal. XD

Hinayaang Lumayo :)

Ang aking mundo’y tahimik
Nababalutan ng dilim
At ikaw ay aking hanap
Sa piling ko, ika’y wala.
Ang gabi’y walang katapusan,
Maghihintay walang hanggan...
SA’YO.

Ikaw, dati ay ‘di ko kailangan
Sa buhay ko ako’y walang kasama
Ngayon ay nanghihinayang
At hinayaang lumayo...

‘Di mo alam ang aking nasa
Matulog sa iyong tabi
‘Di mo alam aking pag-asa
Na damdamin ko’y masabi
Ang sikreto’y itatago
‘Di malalaman pag-ibig ko...
SA’YO.

Ikaw, dati ay ‘di ko kailangan
Sa buhay ko ako’y walang kasama
Ngayon ay nanghihinayang
At hinayaang lumayo...
Hinayaang lumayo.

Aking isinikreto
Pagsintang natatago SA’YO.

this is the Tagalog version of the song Alone by Celine Dion...
what's with me translating this song..
it is for Bianca, maybe on his story ALONE. read it here...
ALONE...
haha :D

Kwentong Brownout

Biglang kadiliman. Wala kang makita. Nangangapa ka na tila walang pupuntahan. Naghahanap ng kahit mumunting ilaw. Ano ang nangyari? Oo, nawalan ng kuryente. Brownout ika nga.

Nawalan ng kuryente? Sabi nga nila, kailanman ay hindi nawawalan ng kuryente. Ang kulit natin, ang kuryente, sabi ng Physics teacher ko eh palaging nariyan; ang nawala lang daw eh ang tinatawag niyang electric current o ang daloy ng kuryente. Hindi ko pa rin gets kung ano ang tungkol doon, pero dahil siya ang teacher ko, naniniwala ako.

Bakit din brownout? Ano ba ang kayumanggi sa kadilimang iyon? Wala nga akong makitang kulay, kayumanggi pa ang tawag. Buti na lang isang araw at tumambad ako sa CNN, masyado kasing boring ang mga oras ko sa tahanan kaya pati international news channel pinapatulan ko na. Blackout, sabi sa headline nila, at hindi brownout. Kumawala ang kadiliman, blackout – oo, at hindi brownout. Sadyang makulit lang tayo.

Masisisi mo ba ako, e pinalaki akong mulat sa brownout. Ang tanging akala ko lang sa blackout eh kapag nabutas o nashade mo na ang lahat ng numero mo sa bingo card, tapos mananalo ka ng pera.

Ito ang pinakaayaw kong nangyayari sa buhay ko. Mangyari na ang lahat huwag lang ang biglang mawalan ng kuryente (o electric current man). Napakabastos kaya, may ginagawa ka bigla kang papatayan ng ilaw? Kung sinuman ang nag-imbento ng brownout na yan, napakawalang modo niya.

At iyan nga ang paniniwala ko dati noong ako’y wala pang muwang, na ang pagpatay sa ilaw ng bawat ng tahanan e parang switch lang ng ilaw sa bahay – isang pindutan lang at madilim na sa buong Pilipinas. Hindi ko man lang naisip nun na may posteng tumutumba, linyang napuputol o transformer man na sumasabog. Naghahanap ako ng sisisihin sa pagkakaroon ng brownout.

Kapag malakas ang hangin, kadalasan may brownout. Mukhang takot yata sa hangin ang electrons na dumadaloy sa mga kawad ng kuryente. Kapag malakas din ang ulan, wala ring kuryente. Napapatanong tuloy ako minsan, ano ba ang meron sa kanila at walang kuryente.

Ayaw ko talaga ng brownout. Nakakaasar. Napakainit. Napakalagkit sa pakiramdam. Lalo na kung maghapon walang kuryente. Wala kang mahanapang lugar para maging presko, dahil maging labas ng bahay eh niluluto ng araw. Kahit anong hubad ko, tila ba parang may kumakapit sa akin sa init. Naroon ang pawis na kung umagos sa balat mo eh parang may sapa sa tuktok ng ulo mo.

Napakalaking perwisyo. Walang TV. Paano na ang paborito kong palabas? Kapag lang mayroon akong hindi nasubaybayan na isang episode, papatayin ko na ang imbentor ng brownout. Reklamo din yan ng nanay ko, baka daw namatay na raw ang pinakaayaw niyang kontrabida sa mga telenovela.

Malas pa lalo kung hindi nakapagcharge ng cellphone. Ang brownout kasi madalas walang pasabi, bigla na lang darating – isang bisita na kailanman ay hindi mo winelcome pero pilit na dumarating. Nakakainsulto hindi ba? Maiiwan ang katext mo mag-isa kapag naglow batt ka na, at hihintayin mo pa ang natutulog na kuryente na magising bago ka ulit makapagreply. Ang sarap batuhin ng cellphone nun, kasi nagkakuryente na kung kailan tapos na ang unli.

Wala ring computer, at ito ang pinakaayaw ko. Ang nanay ko tumatalak, ang hacienda daw niya ay hindi na raw niya napapangalagaan dahil sa kawalan ng kuryente. Kailan pa siya nagkaroon ng hacienda? At anong konek naman ng kuryente sa pangangalaga ng hacienda? Yun pala Farmville.

Tulad ng nanay ko, ganyan din ako, may nilalaro sa Facebook (hindi nga lang Farmville dahil napakaboring nun, ang korni pa ng background song). Kailangan balikan sa takdang oras, kundi maeexpire, masspoil, magugutom at malulugi. Panira nga naman ng plano ang brownout.

Ito pa, kachat mo ang crush mo, biglang mawawalan ng kuryente. Hindi ba naman yun panira ng moment. Yun bang tipong kinikilig kilig ka na, tapos nakita mo “crush is typing...” sabi ni YM. Sabik ka sa sasabihin niya, iyan na, napapakagat ka na sa labi mo, ang mata mo nakatutok na sa monitor at handang-handa ka ng ngumiti sa sasabihin niyang sigurado eh napakaganda. Tapos biglang mangitim ang monitor. Wala ka ng makita. Wala na ang message niyang inaabangan mo. Ang masaklap pa, ang litaw sa crush mo eh iniwanan mo bigla.

Makapamwisit talaga. Dahil pa sa El Nino ngayon, kailangan kong danasin ang mga perwisyong yan araw-araw. Rotating brownout ika nga, dalawang oras sa amin, magsimula alas kwatro ng hapon. Pero buti ito, may pasabi naman kahit papaano, pero perwisyo talaga.

Siya nga pala, bakit ko nga ba ito naisulat? Kasi gabing-gabi ba naman biglang namatay ang ilaw dito. Hmpt.

At ito ang pinakaayaw ko talaga pagdating sa mga brownout, ang tumitiyempo sila ng gabi. Maliban sa perwisyo, nakakatakot. Napapangunahan ang inis mo na namatay ang ilaw sa takot na may makita kang kakaiba sa dilim na hindi ka sigurado. Iba kasi kapag may ilaw, nakikita mo ang mga bagay, hindi katulad sa dilim, puno ng walang kasiguraduhan, at nandiyan pa ang epekto ng mga horror movies sa isipan nating lahat, ang imahinasyon natin na may dadaang multo habang tayo’y naglalakad – nagliliwanag. Haha.

Ayun, at kinilabutan lang naman ako habang tinatayp to. Haha. Naiimagine ko kasi na biglang mamamatay ang kuryente at magdidilim ang monitor, mag-iiwan ng nakakatakot na mukha sa gitna ng kaitiman ng screen. Tapos, kahit brownout na eh tumutugtog pa rin ang radyo, yung tipong pangmatanda pang kanta. Hanggang sa may nakikita na akong nakatayo. Humahangin. Tapos parang may sound na the grudge ang dating. Asar nga naman ang mga horror movies, kahit tapos na ang palabas eh naiiwan ang takot.

Pinakamalas nga naman kapag abutan ka ng brownout sa banyo, habang naliligo. Yung tipong napakasikip ng lugar at baka may katabi ka na bigla sa iyong pagligo. Iba kasi ang pakiramdam kapag nakahubad, parang napaka-prone mo sa lahat ng panganib. Maliban sa kailangan mong pag-ingatan ang buhay mo, pati kabuhayan mo, dagdag pa.

Hindi ka naman pwede tumakbo agad, kasi basa ka. Hahagilap ka pa ng tuwalya. Eh papaano pa kung nasa mabula ang iyong katawan? Babanlawan mo pa syempre bago ka kumaripas ng takbo palabas. Mahirap talaga. Naka-lock pa man din ang pinto ng banyo para walang pumasok, at sobrang dilim tuloy.

At dahil madilim, kailangang magsindi ng kandila. Dito lang yata ako natutuwa kapag walang kuryente. Kadalasan, hanapan pa ng kandila, pati lighter ba naman eh nawawala. Tapos yun, kapag nakasindi na, para akong isang boy scout sa bonfire, nakatulala at nakapaikot dito.

Iba ang tuwang nadadala ng paglalaro ng apoy. Ang sarap sunugin ng mga papel. Paborito kong sunugin yung posporo, kasi lumiliyab pa ng malakas, parang may huli pang paghihiganti. Ang papel kasi delikado, mabilis kainin ng apoy. Nakakatuwa pang padaan-daanin yung daliri mo sa apoy, kunyari ang lakas lakas mo, ang tapang mo at hindi ka takot sa paso, pero yun pala, dinadaanan lang. Ganyan kasi nung bata ako, kuya ko nagmamayabang nahahawakan daw niya yung apoy, at ako naman eh takot na takot dahil baka mapaso. Buti na lang at mulat na ako.

Nagwawala naman ang mga tao kapag nagkaroon na ng kuryente. Lahat ng nasa labas e biglang mag-uuwian, lahat ng tulog eh babangon at lahat ng kasipagan na dala ng brownout e babalik sa katamaran na dala ng TV, cellphone at computer. Parang piyesta nga kapag nagkapower, ang daming natutuwa, may mangilan-ilan pa ngang sumisigaw. Pero imbes na ang piyesta ay gawin sa labas, nawawalan pa nga ng tao at tumatahimik ang lansangan pagkatapos.

Ugali ko na makikipag-agawan sa mga kapatid ko. “Ako ang papatay ng ilaw!” sabi ko, tinutukoy ang mga kandilang nakasindi. Pero bago yun, mayroon akong isang mumunting orasyon, kakanta muna ako ng Happy Birthday. Kasi tuwing birthday ko wala mang cake, at dahil dun walang kandila akong iihipan. At least man lang kapag brownout, maranasan ko mang humiling bago umihip sa kandila. Hanggang sa napapagalitan na ako dahil natutunaw na ang kandila eh hindi pa rin tapos ang kanta ng happy birthday ko at ang pag-iisip ng hihilingin.

At ito ang kwentong brownout ko, blackout pala.

Another Cup of Words to Eat: The Story of my Election Disaster

Another Cup of Words to Eat: The Story of my Election Disaster

Morning sunshine! It is a beautiful day, and yes, this is not just any ordinary day. This is a day that we’ll be written on our history books forever – this is the Election Day. What makes it extraordinary is that it is the first ever automated national elections, and yes, Philippines is getting hi-tech. After much issue, from the machines, to the cards, to the testing and to the cost, the day has come to vote.

Well, its significance is not on the automation, but moreover, it is more to the right of suffrage, our right to choose the next leaders, our right to draw our own fate. This time, we have nine presidentiables, with five of them climbing up the surveys.

This morning, I have much more important and much more exciting things in mind, and that is DVBS, short for Daily Vacation Bible Study. It is held yearly in many churches, and this is my very first time to go into one. Weeee. I am there to be one of the staffs, actually I am one of the OICs of the registration.

I woke up at 4:00am, not that excited, ei? (The whole program will start at 9am) I need to collect the coins collected by my islands’ tourist attractions on Happy Island and start a shift on my four-star hotel at Hotel City. Haha. After it, I wrote my message on Mona’s autograph notebook and started to think of situations on my fellow Youth’s favorite game. (well, the game has no name yet.)

I am still kinda doubting if my mother will allow me to go, for she changes her mind like feces. You don’t know when it’s erupting or calming. For a fact, I earned my golden permission from my mother for two weeks – I need to be such a good son that I never used to be, one that always smiles and energetically do things whenever she gives me tasks. T_T … Then, there goes my luxury tips cut, for I really need to earn some money for extra expenses at DVBS. I also stripped of some of my scheduled trips outside Clark for the sake of financial stability and time at home, for my mother will surely hate it if I always of the house (with the exception of my authorized dental appointments.)

I prepared myself a glass of Milo, because we do not have anything at home to eat. Then, my mother woke up at around 5am.

“Di ka na yata natutulog sa computer.”

“Hindi. Kakagising ko nga lang eh. Maaga lang ako nagising kasi may pupuntahan.”

“O san ka pupunta?”

And she forgot it again. “Sa church, may gagawin kami.”

“Eleksyon. Sinong kasama niyo dun?”

“Oo nga ano, sandali lang naman kasi siguro boboto.” And she proceeded to the comfort room. Yes, she allowed me. I guess?

The night before, I informed Jefran that I’m going to DVBS, and I am so ecstatic to say that to him. I don’t know if he’s happy too. Haha. And yes, everything is going out in plan. So, I took a bath (but prior to that went to the store to buy soap, luckily the store was open that early).

Then, I saw that Jefran was online. Woot. And I pm’d him.

Kennethix08: yo gooooood morning j'puran
jepuran: good morning!
kennethix08: paalis na ako. hahaha
kennethix08: ang agaaaa hahaha
kennethix08: daig ko pa sa aga ang excited sa field triiiip haha
jepuran: ahahahahaah
jepuran: 7:30 devotion e
kennethix08: asar naman bat bawal slippers. T_T haha
kennethix08: ohhhh?? 7.30???
kennethix08: maabutan ko kaya yun? hahahah
jepuran: sige.. .go go go ka lang..
jepuran: hahahaha
kennethix08: wahaha
kennethix08: sa registration pa ba ako?
kennethix08: o demoted na ako dahil matagal akong walaaa??
kennethix08: XD
jepuran: uu kasam mo si emir..

Yah, I was already dressed then, with my things fixed in my clutch bag. I’m set! :D weeee! Then, my mother asked me to load her and buy coffee, creamer and sugar. “Sure,” I said and hurriedly I went to the sari-sari store and bought those items, except for sugar, which I forgot and that required me to go back to the store again, thus, wasting time. Hmpt.

6:30am. I went down the house and to the street corner, and it is time for me to wait for a jeepney. Yes. Wait.

Well, this “jeepney” issue has been messing up on me. Since my February 2009 post at WhitePanorama, the “On Board Bus Number Zero”… jeepneys have really been a problem at Clark ever since.

Hey. It is elections. What do I expect?

Three jeepneys passed and they are not going to Main Gate, they are going to the precinct. 30 minutes after, more jeepneys are on the road, but they are fetching voters, and not commuters. 30 minutes more, and I am fed up. Almost fed up. :[

It was 8:20am when I went up the house again to text Ate Jack, saying that I am having a problem with the transportation out of Clark. I can’t walk the distance; it’ll take me 12 hours. I have no other means of transportation. T_____T

8:30am. (I guess?) I decided to go down again and try my luck for another jeepney, well, hoping that God will give me that much awaited jeepney. I have waited for this day for two weeks, and hey, here it is. Haha.

9:00am. T_T

9:30am. T___T

9:45am. “O nanjan ka pa?” my mother said.

“Walang jip eh.”

“Wala talaga. Eleksyon eh.”

“Hihintay pa ako.”

10:00am. T___________T


I went up in the house at around 10:15am. And yes, another mission failed. I told everyone that I’ll be going at DVBS. Well, that is another cup of words to swallow for I never made it. Get the ride past 10am and I’ll be there when the school is over. I’ll try my luck tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the television is kinda boring. All I am watching is a full election coverage. Four hours wait, achieved nothing, but learned something. To the impatient voters, it is not only you who waited for four hours uncomfortably, I suffered the same fate though I am not a voter. Anyways, I still want to be there and I’ll do it tomorrow.

Have a peaceful election day everyone. :D and please vote G1BO. Haha! (super plugsss)

(Now, I’m suffering gum ache. T_T)

For Antigone VI

1, 2, 3, Take!

The cameras start rolling and on the first shot of the day was Chica sitting on his throne. He is saying something, which I do not remember. This part of the blog was written 35 days later due to my busy schedule, and I am not sure if I can remember all the details. Then, on the scene, Kervy came and started talking to his father, that is ironically much shorter than he is. I never knew that princes are made to be tall.

I sort of find Kervy’s accent as weird and very unusual to hear. All of his vowels seem to end in “h” and his eyes seem to travel 360 degrees. He cannot stop his body from moving when he points out things, given that these movements are not necessary because he is just talking to his father. In the end, Kervy’s movements were good in camera and Ma’am Benedicto appreciated his Greek-ish accent.

Chica, on the other hand, seems to have a monotonous voice. What he is doing is right however, for a king should not change tone. A ruler, on movies, is always strict, and always has a firm voice.

Alvin is just watching, and is continuously asking on what had happened on GPR. He is asking on how did the shoot went, how did we shoot the scenes, what notable events had happened her, and if we had lost all of our puri there.

I am holding the camera, because this is one of my favorite jobs – to be the camera operator! Chica and Kervy commits endless mistakes, and we gaggle endless laughs. This was the last day of the Antigone shoot, and lonely as it sounds, I have to make the most out of it. More than six Saturdays and a few Sundays have been sacrificed to this project, and I’m sure I’ll miss these weekend sessions. I’m gonna miss seeing the faces that have become part of my weekend routine.

Chica is now Kapampangan, he says, after repeatedly transposing the “h” sound wrongly in “his enemies”. He pronounces it as “is henemies”, and he repeated it for about five times. Even the cameraman (me) cannot stop but to laugh every time he approaches that line. Kervy is laughing, too, and Chica is really trying hard to pronounce it right.

After total silence and laugh control, Chica was able to perfect his line but erupts his straight-from-the-throat laugh instantly after the word “cut”.

The sun is setting, and yet they haven’t finished the scene that they are taking. The actors are having problems with memorization, and Chica asked me to cut the less important lines so that the time will be lessened and the memorization will be easier. Meanwhile, the cameraman is having some issues with battery power. After bursting laughs at the bloopers, the battery has exhausted its supply and it needs some charging. We charged it on small rounds of 15 minutes while chica and Kervy are memorizing their lines. A 15 minute charge is not long enough, and soon, the battery will be empty again. This interruption has cost us time, but who knows, I might thank the battery later in the story. 

If the three of us are having issues, Alvin also has his own. Earlier before, he has been trying to install Adobe Premiere on his laptop. The installation process takes about 20 minutes to complete, but every time he completes all the process, once he opens it, it always say that his product is not registered. His crack is not working, and he has tried different installation preferences for more than an hour now. He is getting impatient to it, and finally, he has googled a fix for it.

There are sites in the Web wherein before you can download a certain file, you have to wait for 600 seconds if you do not have a premium account on that site. A premium account costs dollars, and are only availed by those rich people who prefers convenience over money. Alvin stumbled upon one of those, all for the sake of a file less than one megabyte in size. He waited for the 600-second countdown to finish with all his patience.

At last, the countdown is over! Now, it is time to click “Download”. Accidentally, he clicked another link, and it caused the browser to navigate away from that page. Alvin has not clicked “download” yet, and the page is now gone. He tried to go back, but the countdown is starting all over again. Refreshing it does not have an effect, it always begin at the 600-second countdown.

Alvin patiently waited again for the 600 seconds to be over, and this time, he carefully rolled his finger so that the mouse cursor will be in an accurate position over the “Download” button, and gently clicked it, as not to click anything else. He made it like an expert surgeon, slowly but surely. He waited for the file to finish downloading.

A click – and I took a gulp. If this fix won’t work then it will be another terrible for delay for the already out-of-schedule project. We will face our total ruin. (and those words re from Ismene’s lines to Antigone. Haha).

Alvin began the long installation process and I waited as I sit on the most comfortable sala set in the world. Oh, the exaggerations. As the green bar slowly progresses on the black screen of the installation window of Adobe, I uttered, “Whoa, what? Overnight here?” Alvin and Kervy laughed, while Chica looked at me as if I was insane. I just joined there laughter, hiding that what they treated as a joke, was for me a serious suggestion. I never thought they would life, for I was really serious then. I decided not to open that topic again. I have brought extra clothes with me, expecting that the overnight will open. On the positive side, at least I am ready for anything.

“I will go home at 7pm,” Kervy said. Aw. I think that was too early. We haven’t reached the half mark of the shoot yet, and yet he’ll go home at 7? He also said back then at Salakot, when we are assigning positions to the members, that he is willing to stay overnight at Alvin’s house. I anticipated those words so much, but he shattered my thoughts with those words.

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Kwentong Jejemon

Jejemons. Jejemons. Yes. This is the new “word” that everyone is talking about. At this point, everyone in the Net knows this neologism. Not only does it sound weird, but the mere fact that Filipinos are using this word in different contexts is making this word such a hit.

Jejemons, in its original definition, are persons who type in simple words in excessively elaborate format in text messaging or the Internet. They typically use letters with diacritical marks for decorative purposes, and they are a fan of sticky-caps typing, a form of typing wherein some letters are capitalized and some letters are not. They also alter word spellings on purpose. Common alterations include changing ‘k’ to ‘c’ and ‘p’ to ‘f’. Frequently also, they make words more lengthy, making even typing a difficult “artform” to consider.

Jejemon is a portmanteau of “jeje” and “Pokemon”, though they are not related to pokemons. “jeje”, however, is the laugh they use on talking over cellphones and the Internet. Instead of the usual “hehehe”, they find “jejeje” cooler, though it is in contrast in how a natural laugh is pronounced.

The haters united first in a Facebook fan page, which I am a fan of. The name of the page was “AKALA KO HOT KA PERO NUNG NAGTEXT KA, eoW P0wh p0whzZ jejeje”. Sounds funny, right? This page existed some months before the jejemon fad began. I can’t stop laughing at this page, for they post endless funny pictures, comments and videos about what are we about to call the jejemons.

The jejemon term, as far as I know, started to spread its flame like wildfire on an edited picture of presidential candidate Gilbert Teodoro Jr. holding a paper with his platform that he’ll make the jejemons go back in elementary. The picture was such a hit, and until today, I can see that picture making waves on my home page.

Putting the gasoline to the flame, Yahoo! Philippines featured Jejemon on Yahoo! Answers. The Y!ph editor asked “what is a jejemon? And why the sudden popularity?” This was asked by the editor in response to the sudden increase in search hits for the word jejemon, ranking in at number two in the list.

Igniting another flame is Vice Ganda. On the April 24 episode of Showtime, one of the highest-rating TV shows in the Philippines, (and yes, they are having their much awaited Monthly Finals that they), Vice Ganda inserted into his comment the word jejemon, saying that the group that was performing presented an exciting number. He said that the energy was consistent and that if it was not, they could have been eaten by jejemons. He defines jejemon after then, much to the amazement of his fellow judge, Gladys Reyes.

And since that word became a hit, well, it is time for GMA7 to have her fair share of the jejemon fame. On their April 29 news report, Saksi (a late night news show) featured the jejemon craze on their show, which was followed by a similar report after on 24 Oras. The news reports was followed by a feature of Jessica Soho’s magazine show on them.

Now, the jejemon fad is still burning hot, with an estimated of a hundred anti-jejemon fan pages, some twenty pro-jejemon fan pages and fewer than five of anti-jejebusters fan pages around. The fire is not going to end that fast, and maybe soon, it will be a social concern.

Along with the jejemon phenomenon comes a lot of new words. Some of these are..

1. jejebusters – a strong anti-jejemon. You can typically see them on Facebook hunting down and ridiculing jejemons

2. jejemitis – the so-called disease of the jejemons. They say that this will make you type and act like a jejemon.

3. jejevirus – the virus that is causing jejemitis over jejemons.

4. jejedex – if pokemasters have Pokedex, jejebusters have jejedex. This is a supposed gadget used to spot a jejemon on the loose.

5. jejebet – the alphabet of jejemons that they use on their language.

6. jejespeak – the way the jejemons speak.

7. jejenese – the language that all jejemons share, and most jejebusters are angry to.

Today, the word jejemon is not confined on texting or typing style. It is increasingly becoming a social status, an attitude and a fashion statement.

In broader definition, jejemons include persons who call themselves gangsters and emos. They typically follow their fashion and do things that gangsters and emos do. Well, here is again another list that they say is typical of a jejemon.

1. How about some colorful rainbow backed caps? Those are called jejecaps, they are usually worn by placing them lightly on the head, not unlike normal caps that you really push in to embrace your skull tightly. The purpose? I don’t know, maybe just to increase the height.

2. Then, there goes the jejersey. Jejemons typically wear jersey, anywhere.

3. The jejeslippers, jejeflops or whatever you may call it. These are the durable rubber slippers that can be bought at a cheap price. They are similar to crocs, but you can tell it from a real one.

4. For men, yes, and the white high-cut socks. This matches with their jersey, as if they are playing basketball all the time.

5. The big handkerchief. That is a typical possession of a jejemon. For females, they usually keep it in their pockets, but for men, they put in their head as a hair dress or around their necks as a triangular scarf. They do it whatever the weather is.

6. Dog tags and chains. Jejemons wear it in an excessive manner. Some may cling on their necks as if they are mobile accessories stores and some hang from their pockets.

7. Long shorts, usually, jejeshorts are three to five inches below the knee and made of maong, if not paired with the jejesocks. They are usually loose, allowing air to enter inside. Jejeshorts are worn in super low waist, presenting their underwears or boxer shorts above.

8. Yes, and they also got some bracelets. The jejebracelets are usually black rubber wires that are put in such a way that they fill up half the distance from your wrist to your elbow. If not those black rubber wires, a baller may fill it in.

9. Piercings. Though this is a common trend among people of all classes today, its roots can be traced from jejemons. Having piercings in ears, nose down to the nipples are typical of male jejemons.

10. Jejemons’ hair is one hell of a glow, with hair color bought from a local public market.

Here are other things that you might find common on jejemons.

1. Their primary photo is taken on a webcam at an internet café.
2. They have a picture of themselves holding a glass of Starbucks coffee.
3. Their “About Me” description goes like this…
3.1 For girls, yes, they usually they are just “simple” yet “cute”.
3.2 For boys, the word “gangster” or “rocker” is never omitted.
3.3 They are constantly in search for a relationship. “Single and available”
3.4 Their phone numbers are posted.
4. Their profile names always go like this..
4.1 “El” never goes out of style. El gwaping, El mysterio, etc etc.
4.2 “Don” for male.
4.3 “sexy”, “chic”, “cute” for females
5. High profile female jejemons always say that they have no space for posers or imitators, that their beauty is unmatched and other things that will lift their status up.

The word “jejemon” has now been applied to be a synonym of many words such as cheap, squatters, low-class, poor and sometimes, anything negative.

A: Don’t wear that, that is so jejemon!
B: Your project deserves a low grade, it looks jejemon.

Many of us has just applied the word “jejemon” into many uses. But here is my real opinion about the sudden jejemon popularity.

The jejemon craze is clogging my home page, and it is like everyone is so excited about it. There are numerous posts mimicking jejemons, which is then followed by words strongly mocking them of their so-called idiocy. Then, there are countless posts saying that they totally hate jejemons to the point of inciting genocide over their race. They are treated like rats, cockroaches or even air pollutants that needs to be eradicated on the face of planet Earth.

The rise of anti-jejemon fan pages led to a multitude of jejebusters to unite on their common cause, to express exaggerately their disgust over jejemons in ways very inhumane. Imagine if your identity, say your school, your city, or your country being portrayed, despised and hunted down the way that people are doing to jejemons, wouldn’t that be devastating in your part? Treat jejemonism as an identity, and put yourself in their place, who wanted no war and nothing but their unique artform on typing be spread on the Internet.

Yes. True. I find their typing system, their spelling rules and their decorative instincts highly irritating. I find their grammar funnily erroneous. But, as to any improvement approach, shouldn’t we teach them in a nice way, not in a way that we want to kill them first? I find this fan page very worthy of applause, “Hindi ako ANTI-JEJE. Hindi din ako PRO-JEJE. Marunong lang ako rumespeto.”

It is a matter of respect. They are our fellow humans and our fellow Filipinos, too. Some of our friends are jejemons, too. Well, I have some who have mild signs. That is their statement, that is their way of communicating, that is who they are. They do not say bad words, they just type words on what we perceive as a bad way. That is their identity, we just have to respect it. You say human rights? Give it to them. We do not want to get to the point that it will be called an injustice, a discrimination.

Jejemonism is not a disease, nor is it a pestilence ready to spread destruction onto our dying English spelling and grammar. Do not blame them if your grammar is dying, blame yourself for not studying English that hard.

Jejemons are in existence long long long ago, since the text messaging age in the Philippines began, but why is it only now that people are going crazy against jejemons? Many are saying that these anti-jeje posts are just exaggerations of their annoyance over the sticky-caps typing, sparked by the sense to be “IN” and post the word “jejemon” on their wall, on any way possible just to be in the know. Jejemons have been here for so long, and it makes me think that most people are just driven by what’s hot in the Net to post such rants against them.

Make your posts more productive instead, say promote a greener Earth? Hahaha!

The 20 Influences (Final)

Weh?! And another recap…

4 Christopher Chica (58/100)
5.5 Ian Christopher Garcia (56/100)
5.5 Fritz Balaram Uy (56/100)
7 Mr. Carlito Antonio (54/100)
8 Maria Vhinna Saco (53/100)
9 Alvin Aguilar (52/100)
10 Karla Ann Baluyut (51/100)
11 Paul Daniel David (50/100)
12 Mrs. Aurea Dungca (49/100)
13 Annabeth Morcilla (47/100)
14.5 Annie Rose Santos (45/100)
14.5 Joephomer Guira (45/100)
16 Mrs. Maria Mia Soriano (43/100)
18 Amir Medina (42/100)
18 Danielle Carlos (42/100)
18 Claudine Ann Tacut (42/100)
20 Charlotte Jimenez (41/100)
22 Daniel Karlo Canono (40/100)
22 Mrs. Marilou Alfonso (40/100)
22 Julia Marie Escano (40/100)
24.5 Rodjeilyn Asuncion (39/100)
24.5 Mrs. Jessel Nazareno (39/100)


3. Cruz, Kareejil (62/100)

The third spot on this list goes to Kareejil. I am influenced by his blinks, releasing electric shocks that has changed my health for four years. Haha. Kidding.

Kareejil is one of the very few persons that have contributed a big change in my perception of life. I consider her as one of the greatest advisers I have met in the course of my short life. Her advices are just epic! When it comes to advising to someone, it is she whom I idolize the most.

One thing that influenced me is her personality. She is strong who does not show her tears that easily. She handles problems in a way that makes her the good fighter that she is. Another thing is that she is frank, totally expressive. I am amazed by her pure honesty on many things. If she does not like something, she’ll say it bravely and boldly.

She knows her limitations, another thing that I admire from her. She also impacted me when it comes to my perception of love. Hearing stories from someone on the opposite sex about pain, heartbreak, inspiration, expectations and happiness changes me a lot, and that’s what she did to me exactly. She is also a sort of a mind-reader, she can read my thoughts when I have problems and instantly gives you very useful advices to go through whatever problem I have.

Kareejil is one of my idols when it comes to speaking. I believe how she can arrange words on her mind, specially when it is recitation time in Values Education. I feel like wow. Haha. Aside from it, I also admire her poetic side, for her poems are really that heartfelt and good, too.

She knows how to deal with people. She has this understanding, humility, concern and passion to people that I found unique from everyone else. I do not hear anything wrong when she explains, she can always justify every reason that she or anyone has made. She is also one of the few persons who I can say, value friendship the greatest. Spiritually, she is the first one that opened me to a new perception of God. Her proud expression of her love to Him impresses me.

2. Nagac, Bianca Lyka (67/100)

Go to the construction site, and you’ll see gravel! Well, that’s her, Bianca Lyka Elorde Nagac, the hexadactylic person. Haha. Surprisingly for me, she is at number 2.

Bianca is one girl that is totally unique from the others. She is not that feminine type of female that will go crazy on gossips, craving for boys and doodling some girly flowers or hearts. She rocks, she rules, she lives, yes, and that is Bianca.

She makes her own rules (with the limits), an inspiration that tells me that we have control on our lives and we can be happy if we make the right choices. She rocks, she makes her own statement, she makes her trademark that makes her distinctly Bianca. She is one person that would not want to leave a footprint in the sand, only to be swept away by the waves, but moreover leave a footprint in the cement before it dries, permanently placing her mark there.

I also admire her personality, her uniqueness, her “astig” factor, her attitude on many things and her overall perception of life. As one of my best buds when we were at second year, I share with her a story I would never forget all my life, a story that started out from being mere classmates, went through some disasters with tears, and ended up being great friends again. That chapter of my life with her has taught me some of my life’s greatest lessons and has helped me know myself better. It had also helped me to deal with some events on my life after it, and had changed my life so much. Haha. Just unforgettable.

Well, now she had just completed a novel, one thing that I would really want to do! Haha! I admire her TriangGULO, bad thing I was not able to finish it yet, but I am wondering now what the ending is. I am also amazed by how strong she is on problems, and how she has learned on those problems that life has thrown on her. She is also one of those persons wherein there’ll be no dull moments when you are with her. She is a curious person who’ll endlessly ask you question, a joker who’ll keep you smiling, and a storyteller who has loads of stories in her brain storage.

Speaking of storyteller, whew, Bianca is the one I admire the most when it comes to acting. She is a very excellent actress, in fact she is the best actress I know. Clap Clap! :D

1. Olingay, Jefran Perillo (90/100)

And uhhh, for the number ONE spot, (this comes out to me as not a surprise, I think he wins by default. Haha.) with a 23 point lead, here is my brother, Jefran Perillo Olingay.

He is my idol in almost everything. A graphic designer on an almost-professional talent, it is he whom I look up to when I open the photoshop window. He is a good speaker, tested in debates (and in marketing), one more thing that I admire. A good actor, proven in storytelling contests, role plays and dramatic monologue competitions.

If there is one person who inspires me the greatest in music, that would be him. A bassist, a lead guitarist, somehow a pianist, a drummer, a cajon master, a drummer of all sorts – he can form a one-man band himself. He is also a good singer and a great musical conductor, and that amazes me even more.

Jefran is one person who never stops on one thing, and will always struggle to learn more things to add in his long list of abilities. Not only is he good in editing photos but her artistic instincts extend to layouting, advertising and almost any printable material on Earth. He can even make you a billboard as long as you give him the budget.

He always try to venture fields he had never gone to before; he is in constant test of himself for he always wants to improve – one mindset that I have learned from him, to never stop learning. Now, he is trying writing, photography, theology and human psychology, I am just inspired by how he learns.

He is a man who always shares. He’ll tell you what he sees in the internet. He’ll share to you a part of his allowance, haha. He’ll share to you his stories in life that will make you think deep, he’ll share to you words of wisdom and encouragement that will set your everyday mood on, and he shared to me a friendship that I’ll never ever forget.

One of the greatest things that Jefran has is his leadership. Being the president of the Youth in the Church, he leads everyone that effectively. I really admire how he interacts with people, how he starts his plans, how he encourages everyone, and how he visualizes success. Jefran is a big and careful thinker.

He gave the word “friendship” to me a whole new different meaning. My conception of friendship changed from just being together everyday, to feeling care and love for the other person. He taught me to be open, to tell what is inside me, to not be affected by what other people say and moreover, to trust. There is also one thing that I learned from him that I value most, humility and forgiveness.

What I also like about him is his firm principles in life. He holds tight to his beliefs as long as he knows that he is right. He does not get affected by what he sees and hears that easily, for he has this clear standpoint on his life. He has his opinions on everything and that is where he’ll stick. He is not fecal-minded when it comes to things. Haha.

Spiritually, he is the one who changed me the most. After attending in their church for five months now, my soul has been completely renewed. The Almighty Being that I was once saw as a lesser priority in life suddenly become a “first” in almost everything. Jefran, I guess, is the gravity that pulled me closer to God again.

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That is the end of the list. Haha. To everyone listed, thank you a LOT :D