This day, we visited our grandmother in Pandacan. They have transferred to a new house, and with that, I have to familiarize myself with a new route again. *Sigh*. Manila is such a crazy network of interlocking roads with different names. Welcoming us was Timmy, her seven-year old grandson and my cousin, who was watching SpongeBob at that time. He is an English speaker, that’s why I kept my mouth mostly shut on the minutes that we have stayed there. He is with his mother (effectively, my aunt) and our grandmother.
Aunt: Look at Kenneth, Timmy.
Timmy: (staring at me)
Aunt: He is tall and handsome
Kenneth: (laughing inside)
Aunt: (continues to talk) and he is also smart! He is a scholar.
Timmy: (stares down at the coloring book he’s holding)
Aunt: You should be like him Timmy!
Timmy: I’m not Kenneth. I’m Timmy.
Be yourself. Will you let someone chew the meat for you before you eat it, or will you take control, do it on your own, be yourself and eat it? Remember, we are never anyone else. It is either we let them draw our path before we take it or we choose where to go.
June 14, 2010
June 4, 2010
The Checklist
College life is here! Yes! And of course, I would not spend my college life wastefully, I need to make a checklist of what I need to do, to change, to learn or to get! It is similar to a resolution, only it is done before a change in the phase of life.
If you are an avid reader of WP, you’ll be well aware that I’ll having a great shift in my life. From studying in a not-so-famous college and living in the green pastures of an air base at Pampanga with my family, to studying in a 400-year-old nationally-renowned college and living in a dormitory along the crowded streets of Manila – and that is for four years (if I maintain my scholarship, that is.)
At this point, I made a checklist for my college life. I am going to setup my short- and long-term plans in my college life. Here it goes…
1. Know Manila – first off, I need to know a hefty load of jeepney routes, of labyrinth-like roads and the twists and turns around Manila. I’ll learn what to ride on where to go, for I’ll be living there soon! It is really unlike here in Pampanga wherein there are only up to jeepney routes at a time and they are even color-coded.
2. Learn the piano – for all my life, I have been desperate for this one instrument – the piano. (I exaggerated it, my passion for it began on high school.) Never mind the guitar, the violin, the flute or the drums.. I’ll prioritize the piano! (But if I have no choice, I’ll try to learn the guitar.)
3. Publish an online novel – nothing fulfills a writer’s heart than for his write-ups be read. I have so many ideas in my mind, but I can’t seem to find the time.
4. Master body language – non-verbal communication accounts for 93% of the total message we relay, the words just make up 7%. I want to be a master of body language, to learn the signs and to try to control it. Currently, I am reading books with regards to those topics.
5. Learn more of Photoshop – if life will allow me, I want to learn Photoshop more. I am amazed at what I see in some sites, and I want to learn them too! I need to learn professional-style editing! Hahaha!
6. Be a great speaker – sometimes, I also need to drop the pencil or hold loose of the mouse, well, I have a voice box to use. I want to learn how to control speed, rhythm, pitch and the other factors that makes a speaker a great speaker.
7. Join the school paper – once a writer, always a writer, and that’s why the urge of being a campus journalist still runs in me.
8. Serve God more – at number eight, my favorite number, is one thing that I not just want, but I need to do. Serve God always.
9. Change my face – haha, not the face transplant, but just some improvements on my impoverished face. Pimple removal, skin whitening – all in a gradual and a natural way. Haha!
10. Improve my vocabulary – I am planning to read more and more books about words and wordplay. I just want to know more words in the English language to improve my writing ang speaking.
11. Master Sudoku – this is one simple-looking number-placement that I want to master. Being one of my pastimes when I am totally bored and any gadget is not in place, Sudoku is such a brain-trainer. Currently, I can’t finish Very Hard puzzles, and I can barely hang on to those of four-star difficulty. I want to nail ‘em soon!
12. Read the Bible and Devotion books – this is one habit that I would like to spark up in college life. Everyone needs their daily dose of God’s words in their lives to enlighten our minds, to jump start our daily routines and to end well before we sleep.
13. Gain weight – aaahhh. This is one physical change that I have wanted for so long. I want to gain weight; I want to build more mass; I want to have those kilos. Having a cute face is not enough, if you have a body that is really thin and a BMI that is rated as severely underweight! Haha!
14. Get organized – My new year’s resolution for 2012 (see tumblr) – get organized is going to be one of my college resolutions! Because I am living all alone in a shared room, I’d better get organized on my things before I see my underwears flying off the windows of our third-story room.
15. Continue poetry – How about a Tinig ng Torpe XXVIII?! Poetry is one of my hobbies, ever since I was eight years old and I have no plans on quitting over it, instead, I’m gonna read more poems and get myself even more inspired to write more.
16. Update WhitePanorama – if I fail to follow Internet on wherever he goes, as much as possible, I will still update WhitePanorama. I’m still working things out on how.
17. Go back in Pampanga – of course, my heart is at my hometown, and I need to go back home, maybe at least once a month, or once every two months.
18. Watch an NCAA game – and since I am in Letran, the defending champion on the NCAA, I can’t miss the chance to watch out an NCAA game. They say the thrill of seeing the athletes of your school compete against other schools is different, and I’m gonna try it here! Arriba! :D
19. Get my Plurk to 100 Karma – I won’t let my four years of college life pass without bringing my Plurk to the fullest Karma! I gotta find a way to update it daily in spite of being busy and in spite of the absence of Internet connection!
20. Study colors – if I’ll learn more of Photoshop, I should have that passion to learn colors. On the tip of the iceberg that I know, colors express different emotions, have their certain pairs when it comes to combination and has a profound effect on the one seeing it. I want to learn how to use them, the hues, the brightness, the shades, the tints, the saturation etc…
21. Remember the days – I want to keep a record of all significant events of my college life. It will be similar to a log book, and not necessarily a diary. I just want to keep in track of the important events that, who knows, may change my life in the future.
22. Be a little less selfish and a lot more compassionate – I want to be that friend that I never came to be when I was in high school. After I touched, and I was burned, now the lessons have been learned. I guess I’m off to a better Kenneth and college life will be a good start.
The last four are SECRETS.
The first one involves an examination, the second one involves clothes, the third one involves one of my profile pictures in Facebook and the fourth one involves a promise I made to someone. Promises are made to be broken, but as much as possible, you should not break it. Hahaha.
That’s it. I’ll have some blog posts as each one of them are being checked out of the list. I just hope I can complete them, or at least just accomplish half of them. My checklist is so fragile as I see it at the moment.
If you are an avid reader of WP, you’ll be well aware that I’ll having a great shift in my life. From studying in a not-so-famous college and living in the green pastures of an air base at Pampanga with my family, to studying in a 400-year-old nationally-renowned college and living in a dormitory along the crowded streets of Manila – and that is for four years (if I maintain my scholarship, that is.)
At this point, I made a checklist for my college life. I am going to setup my short- and long-term plans in my college life. Here it goes…
1. Know Manila – first off, I need to know a hefty load of jeepney routes, of labyrinth-like roads and the twists and turns around Manila. I’ll learn what to ride on where to go, for I’ll be living there soon! It is really unlike here in Pampanga wherein there are only up to jeepney routes at a time and they are even color-coded.
2. Learn the piano – for all my life, I have been desperate for this one instrument – the piano. (I exaggerated it, my passion for it began on high school.) Never mind the guitar, the violin, the flute or the drums.. I’ll prioritize the piano! (But if I have no choice, I’ll try to learn the guitar.)
3. Publish an online novel – nothing fulfills a writer’s heart than for his write-ups be read. I have so many ideas in my mind, but I can’t seem to find the time.
4. Master body language – non-verbal communication accounts for 93% of the total message we relay, the words just make up 7%. I want to be a master of body language, to learn the signs and to try to control it. Currently, I am reading books with regards to those topics.
5. Learn more of Photoshop – if life will allow me, I want to learn Photoshop more. I am amazed at what I see in some sites, and I want to learn them too! I need to learn professional-style editing! Hahaha!
6. Be a great speaker – sometimes, I also need to drop the pencil or hold loose of the mouse, well, I have a voice box to use. I want to learn how to control speed, rhythm, pitch and the other factors that makes a speaker a great speaker.
7. Join the school paper – once a writer, always a writer, and that’s why the urge of being a campus journalist still runs in me.
8. Serve God more – at number eight, my favorite number, is one thing that I not just want, but I need to do. Serve God always.
9. Change my face – haha, not the face transplant, but just some improvements on my impoverished face. Pimple removal, skin whitening – all in a gradual and a natural way. Haha!
10. Improve my vocabulary – I am planning to read more and more books about words and wordplay. I just want to know more words in the English language to improve my writing ang speaking.
11. Master Sudoku – this is one simple-looking number-placement that I want to master. Being one of my pastimes when I am totally bored and any gadget is not in place, Sudoku is such a brain-trainer. Currently, I can’t finish Very Hard puzzles, and I can barely hang on to those of four-star difficulty. I want to nail ‘em soon!
12. Read the Bible and Devotion books – this is one habit that I would like to spark up in college life. Everyone needs their daily dose of God’s words in their lives to enlighten our minds, to jump start our daily routines and to end well before we sleep.
13. Gain weight – aaahhh. This is one physical change that I have wanted for so long. I want to gain weight; I want to build more mass; I want to have those kilos. Having a cute face is not enough, if you have a body that is really thin and a BMI that is rated as severely underweight! Haha!
14. Get organized – My new year’s resolution for 2012 (see tumblr) – get organized is going to be one of my college resolutions! Because I am living all alone in a shared room, I’d better get organized on my things before I see my underwears flying off the windows of our third-story room.
15. Continue poetry – How about a Tinig ng Torpe XXVIII?! Poetry is one of my hobbies, ever since I was eight years old and I have no plans on quitting over it, instead, I’m gonna read more poems and get myself even more inspired to write more.
16. Update WhitePanorama – if I fail to follow Internet on wherever he goes, as much as possible, I will still update WhitePanorama. I’m still working things out on how.
17. Go back in Pampanga – of course, my heart is at my hometown, and I need to go back home, maybe at least once a month, or once every two months.
18. Watch an NCAA game – and since I am in Letran, the defending champion on the NCAA, I can’t miss the chance to watch out an NCAA game. They say the thrill of seeing the athletes of your school compete against other schools is different, and I’m gonna try it here! Arriba! :D
19. Get my Plurk to 100 Karma – I won’t let my four years of college life pass without bringing my Plurk to the fullest Karma! I gotta find a way to update it daily in spite of being busy and in spite of the absence of Internet connection!
20. Study colors – if I’ll learn more of Photoshop, I should have that passion to learn colors. On the tip of the iceberg that I know, colors express different emotions, have their certain pairs when it comes to combination and has a profound effect on the one seeing it. I want to learn how to use them, the hues, the brightness, the shades, the tints, the saturation etc…
21. Remember the days – I want to keep a record of all significant events of my college life. It will be similar to a log book, and not necessarily a diary. I just want to keep in track of the important events that, who knows, may change my life in the future.
22. Be a little less selfish and a lot more compassionate – I want to be that friend that I never came to be when I was in high school. After I touched, and I was burned, now the lessons have been learned. I guess I’m off to a better Kenneth and college life will be a good start.
The last four are SECRETS.
The first one involves an examination, the second one involves clothes, the third one involves one of my profile pictures in Facebook and the fourth one involves a promise I made to someone. Promises are made to be broken, but as much as possible, you should not break it. Hahaha.
That’s it. I’ll have some blog posts as each one of them are being checked out of the list. I just hope I can complete them, or at least just accomplish half of them. My checklist is so fragile as I see it at the moment.
Make your own checklist, I suggest. Plan for your life.
June 2, 2010
The Balloon That Will Never Come Back
ABOUT THE STORY: This is my first story to be ever published in WhitePanorama. This is about a 13-year-old girl who ended up hoping that the balloon will come back. What’s behind it? You should probably read it. This is not based on any actual experience and the characters are all fictitious, much like all short stories. I’m just trying out my skill in short story writing. I hope you like it! Hahaha! Here it goes, The Balloon That Will Never Come Back.
Sunshine is touching my skin, and not only my skin, but all the trees, all the people and the towering ferris wheel. Everything seems so alive. Look, that kid has ice cream all over his face! Haha! That man over there is doing some magic. I want to take a closer look, but I am being pulled by my brother to a hotdog stand. He’ll buy us some hotdogs to eat.
We were in an amusement park, because my brother promised to me last week that he’ll bring me here if I pass all subjects in our examinations. It was really hard reviewing, but all those hardships had paid off today. The amusement park, from its name, never fails to amuse me. The wonder of such a big wheel carrying people, spinning slowly and bringing everyone up to heights they never reached, simply amuses me.
“I want to ride that big wheel, Kuya!” I told my brother.
“But the ride costs eight times that hotdog you are eating. It is too expensive.” My brother reasoned out.
“Eyyyy. If only we had enough money,” I said as I continue to stare at the height of the steel wheel.
I was biting at my hotdog mindlessly because I am focusing my attention at how high the ferris wheel reaches. I wondered if the birds will surround me if I am at the top, or if I’ll be able to peek in at the window of an airplane. I guess it will take some time before I know if those things were real.
My brother noticed me gazing high at the ferris wheel. He held my hand and started to pull me.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He did not answer my question, and all I can do is to helplessly follow him wherever he leads me. I wanted to look back at the ferris wheel, but I cannot for I’ll trample in the way. Finally, he stopped. In front of us is an ugly looking clown.
Clowns never fascinated me ever since I was young. They look like they have been playing with Crayola so obsessively that they decided to put the colors permanently on their faces, in an application so thick that they look like aliens. If they can only do magic without coloring on their faces, I will love them so much.
I can’t look at the clowns, for I can’t stop to laugh with ridicule when I look at them. I was staring at the clown’s right hand. His right hand is the same as the right hand of my brother, brown, with five fingers, and not painted. I looked at my hand, and realized that it is the same as his, too. After all, that clown is still a human, only masked to put joy on some kid’s faces.
“Hey Riz!” my brother called me.
“Her name is Riz?” the clown asked.
“Oh, ahmm, yes,” my brother answered.
“Do you want me to put her name here?” the clown asked more. I have no idea on where was he going to put it for I was looking at his right hand.
“For free?” my brother asked.
“Yes,” the clown said as he slowly pockets his hand. “Hold this for me,” the clown said as his hand pulls out the pocket with a permanent marker, “now, how do you spell it?”
“R – I – Z … Riz,” my brother replied.
There was a squeaking sound as the clown writes it, and interested, I looked up to see what is going on. It was a pink balloon that the clown is writing on.
“Riz, it’s done,” the clown smiled and gave the balloon to me.
I was shocked. Why was he offering a balloon to me?
“Hold it Riz, it might fly,” my brother warned me.
Scared, I grabbed it and I held it with my hands clenched very tightly around the string. We left the clown, and the clown was now writing a new name on a different balloon, and I assumed he’ll give it to that child in front of him.
“Why did the clown gave this to me?” I asked.
“He gave it to you because I bought it for you,” he answered, with that smile on his face that releases the angel inside of him.
My brother, is not actually my brother, but just a family friend. His name is Hans. He sleeps in our house sometimes, plays with me really often and sees me at school always. I do not have any brothers, really, and he plays that role for me. He is my best friend, though he is three years older than me. He knows me well, and I know him, too, and he has shared a lot of stories with me.
“Just take care of that balloon, Riz. That is my gift to you for being great in your exams,” my brother said.
“Errr…,” I said playfully as I hug him tight around his waist, “that’s really touching Kuya.”
“Pink. That is your favorite color, right?” he asked.
“Yes! That’s why I like this balloon so much now,” I said.
That was five months ago.
Today, things are different. His memory still keeps playing like an endless filmstrip rolling in my mind. But to him, I’m down to being an acquaintance, a familiar face around the corner, a part of the past that has been forgotten. I lost my best friend, and all I can do was to stare at him with his new best friends. Yes, he had replaced me, but I can never replace him. Every time I see him, I wish I was one of his friends, so that I can be with him. As of today, that is a mission impossible.
Four months ago, I was with him in a park. I am holding an ice cream on my left hand and the pink balloon that he bought me on my right hand. He was at my side, and we were happily chatting with the calm breeze.
“Kuya, I have something to tell,” I said to him in a childish manner.
“Sure. What is it?” he asked.
“I’ve been feeling this for a long time now,” I said, “And I guess this is the right time to say it.”
He was just silent, but the smile on his face was slowly disappearing. I do not know if he was just curious, or he knows that he will not like what he is about to hear.
“I know it is not right,” I continued, “but Kuya…”
“I LOVE YOU.”
There was that two-second pause in time. The witnesses were the withered trees that are just starting to bloom for spring, and the wooden benches lining up the pathwalk. Everything was silent, except for the breeze gently whispering to the grass.
With a sudden flame in his eyes, he grabbed my hand forcefully and shook it hardly. I was shocked; I have never seen his face like that. His once calming eyes were looking at me piercingly and his once caressing touch became painful. He shook my hand so violently that I dropped the ice cream cone in my hand to the pavement below, only to be consumed by the heat of the sun.
The balloon, yes, the balloon that could have been the only concrete memory of him to me, went out of my grasp. I was in shock. The string slowly slid off my palms, and without me noticing, it was soon out of my reach, floating in a seemingly endless sky. I was looking at the balloon as it slowly floated away from me. It was getting smaller and smaller, until it totally vanished from my eyes.
“Why?! You do not know what you are saying! You do not know what will happen!” he said to me in a tone I never heard before. I never saw him angry before, and that was the last face that he gave in front of me – a face that will haunt me in my dreams until now.
He left me standing there, with a dropped ice cream cone in front of me. I was staring at him as he was walking away fast from me. I was not able to answer his question, for I really don’t know why I love him – until now. The breeze is still blowing, and I guess the balloon is still flying somewhere.
Just as the balloon flew away, so is our friendship. I remember seeing the balloon go smaller and smaller as it floats farther and farther away from me; it reminds me of how our friendship diminished in such a short while -- a terminal to our friendship. I took the risk to exchange it for love, but little did I know that with it, I have let go of the string of our friendship and let it drift away.
Until now, I always go to that park – on that very place where I dropped my ice cream cone. I look up the sky, and talk to myself, “will that balloon ever come back again? Will our friendship ever come back again?”
Four months later, here I am, still searching for the balloon that will never come back.
Sunshine is touching my skin, and not only my skin, but all the trees, all the people and the towering ferris wheel. Everything seems so alive. Look, that kid has ice cream all over his face! Haha! That man over there is doing some magic. I want to take a closer look, but I am being pulled by my brother to a hotdog stand. He’ll buy us some hotdogs to eat.
We were in an amusement park, because my brother promised to me last week that he’ll bring me here if I pass all subjects in our examinations. It was really hard reviewing, but all those hardships had paid off today. The amusement park, from its name, never fails to amuse me. The wonder of such a big wheel carrying people, spinning slowly and bringing everyone up to heights they never reached, simply amuses me.
“I want to ride that big wheel, Kuya!” I told my brother.
“But the ride costs eight times that hotdog you are eating. It is too expensive.” My brother reasoned out.
“Eyyyy. If only we had enough money,” I said as I continue to stare at the height of the steel wheel.
I was biting at my hotdog mindlessly because I am focusing my attention at how high the ferris wheel reaches. I wondered if the birds will surround me if I am at the top, or if I’ll be able to peek in at the window of an airplane. I guess it will take some time before I know if those things were real.
My brother noticed me gazing high at the ferris wheel. He held my hand and started to pull me.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He did not answer my question, and all I can do is to helplessly follow him wherever he leads me. I wanted to look back at the ferris wheel, but I cannot for I’ll trample in the way. Finally, he stopped. In front of us is an ugly looking clown.
Clowns never fascinated me ever since I was young. They look like they have been playing with Crayola so obsessively that they decided to put the colors permanently on their faces, in an application so thick that they look like aliens. If they can only do magic without coloring on their faces, I will love them so much.
I can’t look at the clowns, for I can’t stop to laugh with ridicule when I look at them. I was staring at the clown’s right hand. His right hand is the same as the right hand of my brother, brown, with five fingers, and not painted. I looked at my hand, and realized that it is the same as his, too. After all, that clown is still a human, only masked to put joy on some kid’s faces.
“Hey Riz!” my brother called me.
“Her name is Riz?” the clown asked.
“Oh, ahmm, yes,” my brother answered.
“Do you want me to put her name here?” the clown asked more. I have no idea on where was he going to put it for I was looking at his right hand.
“For free?” my brother asked.
“Yes,” the clown said as he slowly pockets his hand. “Hold this for me,” the clown said as his hand pulls out the pocket with a permanent marker, “now, how do you spell it?”
“R – I – Z … Riz,” my brother replied.
There was a squeaking sound as the clown writes it, and interested, I looked up to see what is going on. It was a pink balloon that the clown is writing on.
“Riz, it’s done,” the clown smiled and gave the balloon to me.
I was shocked. Why was he offering a balloon to me?
“Hold it Riz, it might fly,” my brother warned me.
Scared, I grabbed it and I held it with my hands clenched very tightly around the string. We left the clown, and the clown was now writing a new name on a different balloon, and I assumed he’ll give it to that child in front of him.
“Why did the clown gave this to me?” I asked.
“He gave it to you because I bought it for you,” he answered, with that smile on his face that releases the angel inside of him.
My brother, is not actually my brother, but just a family friend. His name is Hans. He sleeps in our house sometimes, plays with me really often and sees me at school always. I do not have any brothers, really, and he plays that role for me. He is my best friend, though he is three years older than me. He knows me well, and I know him, too, and he has shared a lot of stories with me.
“Just take care of that balloon, Riz. That is my gift to you for being great in your exams,” my brother said.
“Errr…,” I said playfully as I hug him tight around his waist, “that’s really touching Kuya.”
“Pink. That is your favorite color, right?” he asked.
“Yes! That’s why I like this balloon so much now,” I said.
That was five months ago.
Today, things are different. His memory still keeps playing like an endless filmstrip rolling in my mind. But to him, I’m down to being an acquaintance, a familiar face around the corner, a part of the past that has been forgotten. I lost my best friend, and all I can do was to stare at him with his new best friends. Yes, he had replaced me, but I can never replace him. Every time I see him, I wish I was one of his friends, so that I can be with him. As of today, that is a mission impossible.
Four months ago, I was with him in a park. I am holding an ice cream on my left hand and the pink balloon that he bought me on my right hand. He was at my side, and we were happily chatting with the calm breeze.
“Kuya, I have something to tell,” I said to him in a childish manner.
“Sure. What is it?” he asked.
“I’ve been feeling this for a long time now,” I said, “And I guess this is the right time to say it.”
He was just silent, but the smile on his face was slowly disappearing. I do not know if he was just curious, or he knows that he will not like what he is about to hear.
“I know it is not right,” I continued, “but Kuya…”
“I LOVE YOU.”
There was that two-second pause in time. The witnesses were the withered trees that are just starting to bloom for spring, and the wooden benches lining up the pathwalk. Everything was silent, except for the breeze gently whispering to the grass.
With a sudden flame in his eyes, he grabbed my hand forcefully and shook it hardly. I was shocked; I have never seen his face like that. His once calming eyes were looking at me piercingly and his once caressing touch became painful. He shook my hand so violently that I dropped the ice cream cone in my hand to the pavement below, only to be consumed by the heat of the sun.
The balloon, yes, the balloon that could have been the only concrete memory of him to me, went out of my grasp. I was in shock. The string slowly slid off my palms, and without me noticing, it was soon out of my reach, floating in a seemingly endless sky. I was looking at the balloon as it slowly floated away from me. It was getting smaller and smaller, until it totally vanished from my eyes.
“Why?! You do not know what you are saying! You do not know what will happen!” he said to me in a tone I never heard before. I never saw him angry before, and that was the last face that he gave in front of me – a face that will haunt me in my dreams until now.
He left me standing there, with a dropped ice cream cone in front of me. I was staring at him as he was walking away fast from me. I was not able to answer his question, for I really don’t know why I love him – until now. The breeze is still blowing, and I guess the balloon is still flying somewhere.
Just as the balloon flew away, so is our friendship. I remember seeing the balloon go smaller and smaller as it floats farther and farther away from me; it reminds me of how our friendship diminished in such a short while -- a terminal to our friendship. I took the risk to exchange it for love, but little did I know that with it, I have let go of the string of our friendship and let it drift away.
Until now, I always go to that park – on that very place where I dropped my ice cream cone. I look up the sky, and talk to myself, “will that balloon ever come back again? Will our friendship ever come back again?”
Four months later, here I am, still searching for the balloon that will never come back.
May 29, 2010
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!
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!
May 28, 2010
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)
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...
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 :)
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