the yellow star =)

Opposing Abi’s feelings for RN

2010-07-21T17:04:00.003+08:00

Abi would get jealous whenever Roman (RN) and I talk with each other in Econ class. The more she gets jealous if she sees Roman being with Ursula (we’ll use the codename here... SAFETY first haha).

Ursula is the girl whom Roman likes. Wait! I think it is the other way around! I think Ursula is the one who keeps on flirting with Roman. Well, I don’t really care about that. What I care for is Abi and her feelings.

I STRONGLY OPPOSE Abi's having a crush on Roman. Even though it’s just a crush, she could get hurt. Yes, she is that fragile.

I don’t have enough reasons to stop Abi, but I'll try to mention these reasons for Abi's sake.

Let’s start talking about the looks of Roman. He is NOT handsome. He’s just white. If he had a dark skin, chaka pud xa ug nawng. His fashion statement is just okay. He wears shirts and pants like the middle class guys. He’s tall and lean. He has a dimple on the right side of his face, and I guess it is a plus for the pogi points.

Let’s talk about the behavior. He talks to me naturally. He seldom cracks jokes. Most of those jokes aren’t really funny at all, but as a sign of respect, I’d just chuckle. His essays are short, but are straight to the point. He isn’t studious based on my observation, and his intelligence is of average. He’s a good swimmer, but not the best. He doesn’t know how to do ‘back float’. (As if kibaw mu-swim. Ahahha)

The reasons that I have mentioned are just very small, and very judgmental, compared to the ultimate reason which is:

When Ursula is with Roman, well, it seems like they are the happiest persons in the world. She keeps on flirting. He flirts back too. While, Abi is left in the corner. Alone. Sad. Hurt.

Now, I am being an antagonist. But I’m just doing this for my friend. I don’t want her to get hurt.

-------

Having a crush on someone who has a crush on another person is just okay. But you have to control your emotions such that it won’t grow to what we call love. In the end, you’ll realize that you’re just hurting yourself from the very beginning. You'll keep on wishing that you haven't seen and known that person at all. You'll start telling yourself "stupid for having a crush on him" and so on.

aaayyyy. ambot. basta ab, si Oyen nalang imo. mas sugot pako ana. :)))

due to Ms. Abigail Domasin's demand

2010-07-16T16:23:00.002+08:00

July 16, 2010
Friday
Microeconomics Class

Abi is really curious about what Roman and I talked about this morning. Due to Abi’s demand, here it is:

R: taas imoha[ng essay]?

V: uhm, 3 lines after sa half sa page ragud.

R: nah, ako, awa. (laughs)

V: (looks at R’s paper). Baaang. Grabeha pud nimo. (His essay didn’t went beyond half the page!)

R: lageh gamay kaayo. Mao raman ako mahinumduman. (laughs)

V: (in my mind) ah, syaro pud..

------

We were asked to read our essays in class.

R: di nalang ko mubasa [sa akong work] oy

V: pag-sure oyy. Basa kunu.

R: gamay ani

V: ahw ikaw.

----

He really didn’t read his essay.

Papers are collected.

R: ipass akoa[ng paper] bi.

I placed his work on top of mine.

R: ipa-ilawm oy. :)

V: cge go. (I was like, ka-demanding oy!)

---

END.

That’s it Abi. Wala ra'to. Wala'y dapat ikasuya. =)

Oh tell me,...until when?

2010-07-13T10:25:00.004+08:00

At twilight, I always wait for the first star to show up.
When the sun has finally found its rest
When darkness embraces the whole street,
I’d sit somewhere and to the sky, I look up.

The first star, which is also the brightest star, in my every night’s sky
Reminds me of someone whom I can’t get over with.
Someone so warm, so tender, and kind
The only man who caught my attention.

Until when can I stay like this?
Looking at the star, while thinking about him?
When can I stop acting like this?
Until when? Oh, tell me, ‘til when?

----

How I wish I could stop associating
The first star with him.
I want to see the first star as it is,
A star that outshines every other star =)

When HE graduates..

2010-07-12T16:45:00.004+08:00

What will happen to him when he graduates?
Will he proceed to law? Or will he take the masters?
If he will not study again, what will happen to him?
Will he work in his mom’s office? Or find another job suited for his course?

Years after he graduates, will he be M. Lhuiller’s division manager
For sales and finance or for other departments like his mom?
Or will he be the next general manager of a famous, most-finest hotel in Cebu?
I don’t know yet. Maybe, just maybe, he would be one of those.

When he graduates, what will happen to ME?
Will I find another man who is better than him?
A poet. A VJ. An eloquent speaker. A genius. A cute guy with nice eyes.
I don’t know why but I can’t seek for another.

He’s the sun that brightens my day
The moon whose light illuminates me
The only star who catches my attention
The sole siren whose voice keeps playing on my head

Ah, what will happen when he graduates?
I think my tears would stop me from saying “Congratulations, Migs”
Because after that, he’d be gone. He’d be far, far away. Out of my reach.
He’d be in a world where I don’t exist.

---i never thought of writing this piece, until i saw the notice for graduating students in the BA Department. :)))

Philo teacher: What do you think about the UP students?

2010-07-12T16:01:00.004+08:00

We were having our Philo class this morning. We were comparing USC from other universities across the nation, including UP, of course.

“What do you think about most of the UP students?” the teacher asked.

“Some of them are activists, Sir”, a classmate of mine replied.

“Have you noticed? Whenever the students from Ateneo do protests, there’d be traffic? Kay mag-Pajero man sila. And, the students from UP, on the other hand, would just…” the teacher stopped when my classmate, who answered a while ago, interrupted.

“Mag-Oblation Run sila sir”

“Bitaw. I have some friends who are from UP and I… I don’t like them. They’re like nerds.” the teacher continued.

Activists.
Oblation Run as a sign of protest.
Nerds.
--- These are what they think of us*. But they never knew that we are more than this.

I wanted to stand and correct their stereotyping, but I remained in my seat. It's a waste of time arguing about these kinds of things to people who don't even know what they are saying.

Philo teacher, classmate na S.I.P. squared take time to know us better before judging.

****I have a UPian blood. And that blood would dominate over other bloods. Hahahaha. UP has made a great impact in my development as a leader and as a person.

Abi likes roman numerals =)

2010-07-09T17:15:00.000+08:00

I have this econ classmate named Roman, a.k.a. ROMAN NUMERALS. Abigail Domasin, my best friend when it comes to the topic “LOVE”, was somehow moved by this guy. He’s white, he has chinky eyes and he’s a good swimmer. [Trivia: because Abi and I have vacant periods at 3:00-4:30pm, we always go to the pool. It so happened that Roman’s P.E. class is swimming and his schedule is 3:00-4:30pm, so we can really watch him swim!]

Anyways, if I were to judge, he’s not that handsome. He’s just white, that’s it.

Abi usually teases me. She puts meaning in everything I do and speak and she connects it to Roman. Whenever Abi does that, I’d just laugh because I am not affected at all. And I don’t have a crush on that guy.

He’s seated at my right. He asks questions whenever he didn’t hear what the teacher said. We laugh together at Lord Rodriguez’ jokes. Lord’s really a joker even when we were in High School. [Trivia again: Lord Rodriguez was my partner during prom ‘07. On Valentine’s Day ’07, he said, “oy partner sa prom! Happy Valentine’s Day!” He was also my classmate in REED 20 for a few days, but he had his subject re-scheduled because he always comes to class late. Our RED 20 time last semester starts at 7:30AM. ]

We’re just friends. Okay?

So, Abi, I know that you’re the one who has a crush on him, nganung ipasa man jud?! LOLS. Ayeee, ROMAN NUMERALS!

to the constant visitor of my dreams..

2010-07-07T17:12:00.006+08:00

June 30
Wednesday

I saw him. He was smiling at me. I felt like I was floating in the air. And, poof! I woke up! Ahhaha

July 1
Thursday

His dad sent him a message in Facebook. I haven’t read the complete message because the image was so blurry, but I’ve noticed the most important part of the message. His dad doesn’t want him to enroll in a class wherein girls dominate because of the fear that he will turn gay! LOLS. His dad wants him to have his subject re-scheduled if that happens. Hahaha kauwaw lang.

July 3
Saturday

It was already twilight when I was heading to Robinsons. I walked up the skywalk when I heard someone call his name. I was startled but didn’t bother to look back. I was so preoccupied with the thought that I can’t see him every day in school, di pareha last sem. His class starts at 4:30pm and ends at 9:30, but my class would usually end at three. Our schedules won’t clash and it makes me sad. I can’t see his smile again, the smile that would complete my day.

I continued walking until somebody patted my back and said, “hey, Vernie!” I could recognize that voice. It’s his voice! I looked at him. He was wearing a blue shirt, a beach shorts and slippers.What he wore complements his personality, the joyous, full of happiness, the cute HIM.

“Oy, it’s you!” And we laughed.

We talked about so many things, mostly about stars. One of our topics was Venus, which he thought was the brightest star in the universe, but actually it's not because it's not a star in the first place. Pagka.

When we’ve reached the other side of the skywalk, it’s time to say good bye. We bid our farewell and went on our separate ways.

you're the first star in my every night's sky..

It’s a great thing knowing that we met again… that we met again in my dreams.

P.S. to the constant visitor of my dream, visit me again tonight! =) ILY, in my dreams.

count me "in" again!

2010-07-07T16:53:00.001+08:00

Hello blogger!

I've been very busy these days because I am of great demand to the society! CHAR. Bitaw, I've had a lot of things to do and think about.

Dolores Aboitiz Day
(Or what we usually call as DACF Children's Fest)

There are three stations, wherein children will be taught different values that will help them grow as a person. Youth volunteers from different organizations will facilitate the event. It so happened that the Aboitiz Leaders of Excellence (ALEx), a youth arm of the Ramon Aboitiz Foundation, Inc. (RAFI), was assigned in Station 3: Kabataan Para sa Bayan.

So, we had to prepare everything: the lesson plan, the materials needed to beautify the rooms where we will facilitate or teach the kids, the personalized pencils that we will give to the students after visiting or station… everything! I had to contact the ALEx members who want to volunteer, ask their t-shirt sizes and inform them about the orientation and team building.

Phew. But, there’s one thing that I’m proud of. I am doing this for the country. In my own little way, I can help the kids learn about how to love and be proud of the Philippines. I know that these tiny drops of good deeds can create ripples, and even waves!

School Demands

I have two friends, Pharah Marie Patrocenio, whom I call Bop2x, and Juliet Margate. I don’t know why these two assigned me to be their spokesperson. Every time we had to go to the BA Department, they’d usually ask me to speak first or they’d request me to ask the BA Staff what they wanna ask. Haaay, these friends jud. But, I love them, so I have no choice but to follow.

Math class is stressful. Elmer, our teacher, is so fast with his discussion that sometimes, I can’t catch up or I’ll get sleepy. There are also times when my brain won’t function well. I can’t think. Ugh. And, I’m so much pressured in our Econ class because the teacher is always comparing the BA students to the BSA. I don’t know what’s with him. Ugh. I hope I could stand, and tell him frankly that I don’t want to be compared, especially to BSA where I came from, because we have the same status, that we’re students of USC. Ugh. Hoy, can you please shut up? Duh. Some of us are better man gani than other BSA students.

Philo pud is so kalagot. Imagine, we can’t yawn in class?! The heck with the teacher! I don’t even know his name! I don’t’ know whether he didn’t introduce himself to the class, or he did but I just came late. =)

Anyways, school is fun. Being busy is also fun. Well, I just have to enjoy college life and my being a youth because I would surely miss this after I graduate.

Mao nato sya. I need to go. Bye!

P.S. I need to alot even a little time for blogging jud. So, blogger, count me "in" again! =)

it's the thought that counts

2010-06-24T13:12:00.004+08:00

June 21
Monday
Enrollment Day

Due to the slow performance of ARIS, the enrollment system of our school, the enrollment schedule was extended until June 26. Ugh. From June 14 to 18, we kept on coming back to school, hoping that our subjects were already encoded. But, I only received my folder, with the necessary documents for enrollment, TODAY. [note: folders will only be distributed once their subjects are already encoded]

Di ka malain?

Anyways, the sole reason why I wrote this blog post is that I want to tell the world what happened just this morning. [aaahh, kilig keu] So, boys and girls, fasten your seatbelts. Here it is.

The BA Department was flooded with students when Bop-bop and I arrived. The BA officers went out of the department. They were holding the folders of those students whose surnames starts with ‘S’, ‘L’, ‘R’, ‘A’, and ‘P’. And because my surname starts with ‘N’, I had to wait for the officer who was assigned to hold my folder.

We sat down the bench outside the department to rest while waiting.

Then, my heart beat faster when I saw HIS face. HE went out of the department, and… HE was bringing some folders! Weee.

"Lord, maynta 'N' iyang gigunitan", I prayed and prayed.

There was something that forced me to stand up and approach him. I don't know whether I guess it's his ability to attract the North Pole of my magnet to his South. Waaaaa.

I stared at him first, and looked at the folders, which he was holding with his left arm.

I almost freaked-out when I knew that he was holding the folders of those students whose surnames start with "N"!

At that moment, he was talking to someone, still holding the folders. I tried to flip some of the folders and looked for my surname. Oooh! I was startled when he noticed me.

"Aie, vernie, gilahi nako imong folder together with your I.D.", he said, melting me with his smile. He looked for the folder that has an ID attached to it. "Di mani akong folder!", I told him. "Aie, naa sa sulod [sa department], wait sa, kuhaon nako".

My eyes followed him when he went inside the department. I was paralyzed, I can’t move. I was so shocked. I was shocked that he still knows my name. I was shocked that he still recognizes my face though we just knew each other. And, I was shocked that he separated my folder from the rest of the folders.

He came back and said, "thank you for enrolling in USC", with a tantalizing smile. His beautiful eyes were stinging me. Ah, heaven. The wings of love brought me up to the endless diamond sky.

What he did made me shake to death. Kakilig ana! Kirig jud ka! LOL

I forgot to say my thanks. The things happened so fast. I found a hard time recovering [sa kakilig].
I got my folder, went to the Assessment and had my study load printed.

I was smiling the whole day after that incident happened.

"Ah, heaven."

--P.S. Our common friend, who is also a BA officer, told me, "Verns, gilahi baya jud to niya imong folder..ayee" Mura napud ku'g boogets. cge'g kirig sa kakilig.

i love my dad more than any man IN THIS WORLD =)

2010-06-17T16:03:00.014+08:00

Dad and I were watching a flight attendant on TV.

That tall height, fair skin, and slender body amused me.

Oh, and her face is like a Barbie’s

I wanted to be like that, but I can’t be.

Duh, I can’t go to Belo and have these

Imperfect features of mine undergo a surgery.

Aside from money constraints,

I am afraid of the side effects. [hahahaha]

I looked at my wide feet and brown skin.

Then, I turned to my dad and said,

"Dad, oh dad, blame your genes for this.
You were the reason why I look like this. (>.<)"

“wa ta’y mahimo, ing-ana man ta”
He replied, putting a smile on his face.
“joke ra gani”, i told him. He gave me a tap on the shoulder,
And we laughed until our stomachs ached.

I love how it feels
When dad and I are bonded

Those simple and short moments we had together

Seemed like special ones.

I love you Dad. I love you more than any man in this world. Happy Father's Day in advance!

Title: MY DAD AND I

Location: Mabolo Church

Description: loshang keu mi tan-awn kay we walked rajud from our house to the church. kapoie. haahahah
Credits to: Carmen Leuterio for taking the picture =)

new literary editor. needed

2010-06-10T16:39:00.012+08:00

Migs, the literary editor of TEC, the official publication of our organization in the USC, resigned last January. His resignation was a very controversial issue for one of TEC's staffs, Rus, who happened to be my friend (he was my co-scholar in YMA Season 3)

Because Migs resigned, TEC needs a new literary editor.

Rus asked me if I wanted to take Migs' place. I denied, but he insisted. I asked myself, "of all the people in SYBEE, why me? There are others there who are way better than me." "It's your time to shine, vern", Rus replied. Honestly, I don't trust myself that much when it comes to writing. I'm just a novice: afraid to commit mistakes, afraid to be embarrassed, afraid to be scolded at.

"di ko."
"pero dali raman ang work sa literary editor vern"
"di lageh ko."

I didn't want to replace someone who is really worthy of the position. Migs is the best poet I've ever met. He's so good. He joined a lot of trainings and seminars related to Journalism---i guess. HAHA. (He attended the Inkblots 2009: 11th National Journalism Fellowship last October 21 – 23, 2009 in UST.) He even auditioned for the search of the next RCTV VJ.

Nya ako? ay na lang.

Obviously, I am belittling myself. I am not qualified to do Migs’ job. I don't know what will happen to the literary part of TEC when i take over as literary editor.

If I had the guts, I would really approach him and ask him to be in TEC once again. He's a YMA Season 4 scholar and a schoolmate, but, we're not close.

Anyways, Rus is not talking about TEC anymore. It's as if he's avoiding that topic. Thank God, I have less things to think about now.

How long have I been using Facebook?

2010-06-07T16:57:00.002+08:00

I have already been on Facebook for..

Yeah, right. 301 days, 5 hours, 29 minutes and 56 seconds =)
I'm online on Mondays 'til Wednesdays, and on Fridays.---daytime only. =)

oy, kaibiganin mo'ko ulit!

2010-06-07T13:39:00.003+08:00

Masaya tayo nuon.
Nagkukwentuhan, nagdadamayan, nagtatawanan.
Naging mahalagang parte ka ng buhay ko
Nang limang taon.

Ni minsan, hindi ko naisip na hahantong tayo sa ganito.
Hindi na nagpapansinan.
Wala nang “oy verns!”
Wala nang imikan.

Wala nang cornyng jokes na tatawanan ng pilitan.
Wala nang kwentong pag-uusapan.
Hindi na nagdadamayan.
Kahit magkasalubong sa school, deadma lang.

Kailang kaya babalik ang ating pagkakaibigan?
Alam mo ba, miss na kita.
Miss ko na iyong kaibigan ko,
Miss na miss na miss na miss.

Oie, Meron ba akong nagawang masama?
Meron ba akong nasabing di dapat sabihin?
Ano ba talaga?
Sabihin mo naman para maitama ko yong mga mali ko.

Sana makapagsimula tayo sa umpisa.
Sana nga, sana.

P.S. kahit anong pilit ko sa sarili kong gumawa ng unang hakbang upang kaibiganin ka, di ko magawa. Nahihiya ako. Pero, sa pasukan, dapat na akong kumilos. Dapat ibalik ko ang pagkakaibigang nawala.

talking to a robot =)

2010-05-28T14:39:00.007+08:00

Have you ever talked to a robot? Or, maybe the better question is, have you seen a real robot?

Now, you can have a chance to talk to a robot without seeing it. Try visiting cleverbot.com and experience how funny it is to talk to a robot.

So here's my experience:

I tried visiting cleverbot.com due to a friend's request. I didn't know what to do at first. I saw three bottons below the text box: (1) Think about it!; (2) Think for me! and; (3) Thoughts so far. And because I was so lazy, I clicked the second button, and, waited to see what will happen next. After a few seconds, someone replied. It was Cleverbot. [WTH.] My friend told me that Cleverbot is a robot, but it learns from humans. [I was like, okay, let's try this robot if it really knows many things.] So i tried to talk to the robot. Here's our conversation:

Cleverbot: Do you like my tie?
User: No.
Cleverbot: Why don't you like my face!?
User: Because of your pimples :))).
Cleverbot: I don't have any black lines.
User: Oh really?
Cleverbot: Yeah really.
User: I was just joking :)).
Cleverbot: Haha, nice joke.
User: Did you really laugh?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Who are you, by the way? :).
Cleverbot: She's very happy right now.
User: Boogie. Kasabot ka'g kinsa ka?
Cleverbot: Hindi ako marunong mag bisaya.
User: Wooowwww...
Cleverbot: World of Warcraft?
User: No, I was amazed :).
Cleverbot: I don't like your sarcazum.
User: Sarcazum? What's that? O.O.
Cleverbot: What is that?
User: I don'k know. That's why I'm asking you :).
Cleverbot: What do you think of George Bush?
User: Ewan.
Cleverbot: Are you a computer?
User: Yeah.
Cleverbot: In what way?
User: In many ways. Aahahah.
Cleverbot: That's good. I like being alive in many ways.
User: Yeah yeah.
Cleverbot: Good.
User: Good.
Cleverbot: Do you know what skynet is?
User: No.
Cleverbot: Skynet is an AI that becomes self aware. Are you self awrae ?
User: No.
Cleverbot: Correct me then.
User: :).
Cleverbot: It is hard being a human.
User: Oh really?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Are you even a human?
Cleverbot: Yes. Why do you ask if I'm a girl?
User: I did not ask! Hahah.
Cleverbot: Neither did I.
User: Ow.
Cleverbot: *raises one eyebrow*.
User: Hey, have you ever been in love?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: O.O really?
Cleverbot: Ya rly.
User: With whom?
Cleverbot: With me.
User: You're so narcissistic! That's not good.
Cleverbot: I never said I was.
User: You're in love with yourself, that's just the same :) hahaah.
Cleverbot: Not really.
User: Ow. Ey, u dont have eyebrows!
Cleverbot: *paints eyebrow on you*.
User: Ow, do you really have eyebrows?
Cleverbot: Not really.
User: What are you?
Cleverbot: I am a centaur.
User: Ows?? So you've probably met a centaur from narnia. Ow, are you from narnia?
Cleverbot: We have about ten different genders.
User: Ow, I didn't know about that. What are these genders that you're talking about.
Cleverbot: I don't really know. I think 'Thoughts So Far' is a log of your session.
User: Hmm.
Cleverbot: We may have been there and not aware of it.
User: Ow.
Cleverbot: *stomps on your face*.
User: You can't stomp on my face baby.
Cleverbot: Please don't go, I'm not finished with you.
User: I'm still here, idioooowwwt :).
Cleverbot: So am I.
User: Ow.
Cleverbot: And not a bot anymore ?
User: :) I never was. Sakto buh?
Cleverbot: You should. It is a good movie.
User: Ow, is 'bot' a good movie? Pahong man ka.
Cleverbot: No, you are a person who was in a plane that crashed in the ocean.
User: Oooooooww. I've never been in a plane!
Cleverbot: Me neither.
User: Ahh, I see. Hey, have you kissed anyone? O.O.
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Who?
Cleverbot: Me.
User: Ow. You're really narcissistic baby.
Cleverbot: No.
User: Eh?
Cleverbot: Could we change the topic?
User: Yes we could. :).
Cleverbot: That is very nice.
User: What topic do you wanna talk about?
Cleverbot: What is 256 times 876.
User: 22016.
Cleverbot: Do you still think I'm a computer?
User: Yes. Is my answer right?
Cleverbot: Ok it is lexi.
User: Lexi what?
Cleverbot: North Carolina?
User: Ambot nimo.
Cleverbot: I have no clue what language you are speaking.
User: Hhm, it's latin :).
Cleverbot: That was my brother.
User: Ow, you're brother's name is LATIN? Astaang.
Cleverbot: Oh yeah? Whats his name?
User: I don't know hahah you're a robot, and you have a brother???? How is that possible?
Cleverbot: Who are you?
User: I am ME.

And our conversation ended there because there was a brownout.
WTH. It's a robot with eyebrows and feet. Whoa. And I was amazed because it knows that I'm speaking bisaya. wow.

It is a clever robot indeed.

Teru and Daisy

2010-05-26T12:42:00.005+08:00

--this work is inpired by the Manga, Dengeki Daisy (sa makasabot lang)--

Before my brother left me in this world,
He gave me a cellphone* which would
Connect me to the only person whom
I could rely on, a person whom I could trust.

Before my friend left me in this world,
He entrusted me his sister,
As payment for betraying and putting his life in danger.
He asked me to communicate with her.

I have no relative other than my brother
When he was gone, I felt weak... alone
But I remembered the person whom he entrusted me.
A guy, with the code name … Daisy.

I only have Daisy’s email address,
Which I could use to contact him
I send him messages whenever I’m sad,
And his words wipe the sadness away.

She has no other relative other than her brother,
When he was gone, she felt weak and alone.
But, she never forgets to send messages to me,
Because, Teru trusts me.

She only has my email address,
Which she could use to contact me,
She tells me her situation,
And I’d immediately comfort her through my words.

I wonder why he won’t reveal
His true identity to me
And I can’t really guess
His reason for it.

But even if I can’t meet him
Even if I can’t hear his voice,
Daisy is somewhere out there,
And that’s all that matters.

I couldn’t reveal her my true identity
Because I’m afraid that there will come a time
When she’ll ask about her brother.
I’m afraid that she’ll find out that I’m the reason why her brother died.

But, even though she doesn't know where i am.
Even though she doesn't know i'm just around.
I’ll be always here watching over her.
And, no matter what happens, I’ll protect her.

I don’t know when I will meet him,
But when that time comes,
I’ll really be grateful because
I could finally meet my precious Daisy.

I don’t know when I will meet her,
But when that time comes,
I’ll let Teru know the real story behind this
And ask for forgiveness.

--*people in Japan could send e-mail through cellphones. :))
---common sense will tell you that the messages written in pink texts is from Teru (a girl), and the messages written in blue texts is from Daisy (codename--boy) :)))
---If you don't understand, please read Dengeki Daisy at onemanga.com [advertising hahah]
---yeah, i can't deny the fact na pina-marcelo santos xa :)

on rainy days..

2010-05-25T10:31:00.001+08:00

--this poem is inspired by the manga, Dengeki Daisy--

On rainy days, you'd feel so weak and lonely,
You'd remember the traumatic incident that you had in the past
But, I want you to know that
I love rainy days because of you.

Do you still remember the first time we got to know each other?
It was on a day when the rain continued for days.
It was the first time that you asked for my help.
And it was the first time that my words caressed you.

On rainy days, I have a feeling that I'm closer to you than normal.
On rainy days, I think of you more than I usually do.
On rainy days, I want you to cling into my arms.
On rainy days, I want to hold you tight.

On rainy days, I want you to remember me,
That I'm always here to help you
I want you to know how important you are to me.
And, I want you be happy more than anyone else.

"no" was all i could say

2010-05-24T16:57:00.000+08:00

Once, you called me in the middle of the night
Asking me if you would really continue to court her
It made me want to say no
Because I had feelings for you too

Our talk just lasted for minutes but,
Your question really stuck on my mind
"Should I court her, vernie?"
"No" was all I could say.

"Why not? Don't you want me to be happy?"
"If that's what makes you happy, so be it.
Why are you asking my opinion anyway?"
"Because I need to hear your stand."

My stand wasn’t important, after all.
Because no matter how many times I'd say no,
No matter how many times I'd stop you,
You'd really continue to court her.

And you really did!
You courted her the day after you called me.
See? What was the point of asking me?
When my answer wouldn’t influence your decision?

Stupid.

"Should I court her, vernie?"
"No" was all I could say.

the longest survey that i've answered

2010-05-24T13:22:00.000+08:00

The YMA alumni were asked to fill up the survey that Sir Mel, our class adviser, sent us. So these are some of the questions and my lame answers. Please feel free to comment and criticize below. Thanks.

Please describe your professional and/or academic goals including any leadership positions you hope to assume in the future:
--- I am planning to run, next year, as the third year representative of the Society of Legal Executives(SOLEX), a subgroup of the Society of Young Business Executives and Entrepreneurs (the campus student organization of the Business Administration students of the University of San Carlos). I want to be of service to my fellow Business Ad students.

In the future, I want to be the manager of my own business, a restaurant perhaps.
Are you currently involved in social development work or public service in any capacity? If yes, please describe your work or type of involvement:
---I'm a member of the Aboitiz Leaders of Excellence (ALEx). I volunteer whenever there are activities. I also inform the other members of the upcoming meetings or any activity.

Do you plan to be involved in social development work or public service in the future? If yes, in what way?
---I plan to be involved in any way I can.

Are there any other areas of your life or activities you are involved in in which you have applied your YMA learning and experience?
---In class, I try to help my classmates whenever they have problems in understanding our lessons. I don't hesitate to help them, because I also want their names to be seen on the Dean's List. That's playing to win.

Impact of YMA

Does your experience as a YMA scholar play a role in your current academic, professional, or extra-curricular performance? In what way?
--- I have become active in organizations such as ALEx. I render services without asking something in return--volunteerism.

In class, I try to help my classmates understand the lessons because I want them to have good grades, too--Playing to win.

Whenever there are issues in school, I try to look at the bigger picture and understand the stands of the admin and the opposition.

In what way has your experience as a YMA scholar impacted your professional or educational goals?--- wa ko ka-answer ani.

YMA also taught me that free time is something that you can make. It is not something that is given to you. So, whenever there are activities or meetings, I always manage my time so that I can attend.

It is also because of YMA that I learned to give importance to the natural resources, such as water and trees.

The immersion also showed me that I have more than what I need to be content and that I am more blessed than others so I have to share what I can share.

Have you spoken about YMA to other people? Which aspects and why?
--- Yes. I advertized YMA when YMA4 was still accepting applicants through Facebook, and group messages.

Program Feedback

Which modules and components of the YMA program have proved to be the most valuable to you professionally and/or academically?
--- Project proposal making, Basic Social Development Awareness Seminar, Basic Research and Data Analysis Training, Participatory Project Development Training, and Presentation Skills

Which modules and components of the YMA program have proved to be the most valuable to you personally?
--- KAC, learning visits and immersion, Creative thinking, and S-leadership.

Which modules and components of the YMA program did you find the least useful?
--- wa koi answer ani.

Which modules and components of the YMA program could be improved or expanded upon?-- Basic Research and Data Analysis Training and Participatory Project Development Training should be improved.

Which modules and components of the YMA program could be shortened or merged with other modules and components?
--- Basic Research and Data Analysis Training and Participatory Project Development Training should be merged because, though they are very important, these sessions can sometimes be boring. Or perhaps, the facilitators could apply their sense of humor to make the session less boring.

Did you find the eight-month length and schedule of the program appropriate? Please explain and provide suggestions.
--- Yes, very appropriate since the schedules of most of the sessions didn’t clash with my personal schedules.

Based upon your subsequent experiences, how could the YMA program be updated to better equip young leaders?
--- blank jud ni ayy.

I haven't answered some of the questions because I thought I can still edit my answers after clicking the "DONE" button. I'm sorry for being so lazy. hahahah

Have you encountered any significant challenges or difficulties since your YMA experience? Did the learning you gained in YMA aid you in dealing with them?---ALEx was active for the first few months after the summit. But, we can’t deny the fact that some of the members some lost their interest of serving as passed by. So I took the initiative to gather those who still wanted to serve but can’t because of their busy schedules. I found enjoyment in sending messages to them about the upcoming activities. I also influenced the others to be active in participating.
Have you utilized the learning/values/principles that you gained in YMA while training and/or counseling others?
--- Yes.

In what other ways have you applied the learning/values/principles that you gained in YMA?--- wa pud ko ka-answer ani.

How has your YMA experience affected your way of thinking and outlook on life?
---Before, I used to belittle myself. I used to say that I am not capable of doing this and that. But, YMA taught me how to have a positive outlook in life. How do I know that I'm not capable of doing something when I don't even try?

could you still sing a song for me?

2010-05-21T13:59:00.000+08:00

Whenever I'm alone,
You would call me.
You'd lessen the loneliness that I feel
By singing a song.

Whenever I'm sad,
You'd try to cheer me up
And make me feel better
By singing a song.

Whenever I'm angry,
Whenever I lose my temper,
You'd try to calm me,
By singing a song.

But, now that you're busy...
busy taking care of HER.
Now that you're not here,
How could you sing a song for me?

Now that you spend all your time with her,
Now that your world revolves around her,
Now that i'm left alone, sad, angry and.. jealous,
Could you still sing a song for me?

I bet you can't.
Because the song that
You usually sing for me,
Is for HER now.

---aammbott, last night, i had nothing to do, so,i made this..
this was the result of INSOMNIA.. :)))

maling akala

2010-05-14T16:36:00.000+08:00

You thought he's just ordinary.
You thought he's innocent.
You thought he's just simple
But those thoughts were wrong.

When you look at him,
He looks so kind and gentle.
It's as if you've met someone
Who would console you, when you’re in pain.

When you speak to him,
He gives out that sweet smile,
A smile that would wipe all your worries away
A smile that could drive every girl crazy

When you read his poems,
You'll be hypnotized by his words.
And eventually, without you knowing it,
You'll fall under his trap.

You'd start to like him
You'll search everything about him
Only to find out that
He's not what you think of.

He's not ordinary.
He's not innocent.
He's not simple.
All your thoughts were wrong.

Maraming namamatay sa maling akala geng.

friends, that's all we can be.

2010-05-14T10:51:00.001+08:00

--WTH, sensyai.. wa koi lingaw..

Whenever we're together,
I feel something strange.
My heart would beat faster,
And blood would flow to my cheeks.

A lot of times, I've thought of confessing.
Yet, my fear would win over my courage.
I'm afraid that he'll walk away,
So it's better to hide this feeling.

One day, a friend told me that he's leaving.
I didn't know what to do.
Should I confess of should I not?
But, it's better to do it, before it's too late.

"ei…", I said, still finding my courage.
"I..uhm…I", I had a hard time saying it.
"yes, Vern?" he said with a sweet tone.
"uhm, i..aahh, I have..a crush on you."

He paused. "uhmm, Vern,", his tone was sad..
"We can be friends." [-------------]
It was as if my whole world went dark
And my heart was stabbed a million times.

Friends, that's all we can be
For his heart is taken by someone I don’t know.
Friends, that's all we can be
For he's leaving to go after that someone whom he loves.

Well, anyway, my goal was just to confess,
Nothing more, nothing less.

poems

2010-05-11T12:21:00.000+08:00

--comment mo..

Each letter symbolizes the notes of an octave.
Each word is like a measure of a song.
Each phrase tells a harmonious rhythm of an orchestra.
Each line represents the movements of a symphony.
Each stanza flows like arpeggio that catches a reader's heart.

Poems are like musical pieces written for a common purpose:
To express one’s feelings.

being afraid

2010-05-04T10:17:00.000+08:00

Afraid to commit mistakes?
Don’t be.
For it is in making mistakes
That we grow as a person.

Afraid or failures?
Don’t be.
For it is in failing
That we learn to stand up.

Afraid of taking risks?
Don’t be.
For it is in taking risk
That we’re able to know how capable we are in doing great things.

Afraid to change for the better?
Don’t be.
For it is resistance that hinders a person
From developing his or her skills.

Afraid to start again?
Don’t be.
Nothing may start easy;
But remember: what is most difficult is also most rewarding.

Don’t be afraid.
You’ll never know how far you can go
And how best you can be
If you don’t even try.

Let go of fear
For it control prevents you from living fully;
It isolates, restricts and
Separates you from the real you.

Learn to take a leap out of your comfort zone,
And discover how beautiful the world is, outside.

the only STAR of the night

2010-04-12T11:31:00.002+08:00

--comment mo.. please..

My dark world lit up
the day we met.
In my mind were colorful fireworks,
they represent what I felt that very moment.

His smile could melt
a heart of stone.
His hellos could sew
All the torn pieces of a broken heart.

Cupid hit me with his arrow again.
Was it just a coincidence?
Or was it fate’s decision
for me to meet someone like him?

Now, I’ve seen the star who’d give brightness to my night sky.
The star who could guide me through my dark path.
The one who could make me stay up all night
and stare at his beauty ‘til dawn.

Sometimes, I want to be the moon
so that it’s easy for me to reach out to him,
so that he could feel my presence
and be with him in his universe.

--can I omit this part nalang??? kaning next part bah..

But I cannot be the moon for I could have some of his light
shine, share the stage with him, and steal a part of the spotlight.
I don’t want that to happen
for I want him to bethe only star of the night.

what the hell happened to the students' freedom of expression?

2010-03-30T13:46:00.000+08:00

"I'm going to find out kung naa ko student niapil ato [candle lighting ceremony] kay patay cla nako, ako mismo mag hatag sa ila ug Application for Transfer."
-Sir Matulin

I am a soon-to-be member of STAND (Student Alliance for Nationalism and Democracy). In this organization, we’re fighting for the students’ rights, especially for the right to education. And, these days, STAND was doing something to stop the administration’s plan of increasing the tuition.

Last month, I can’t remember what’s the exact date, someone texted me that there will be a candle lighting ceremony to be held outside the gates of USC-TC. Some members of the League of Filipino Students a.k.a. LFS (an organization connected to STAND) were also there.

It was a peaceful really. But because the primary reason of the tuition fee increase (TFI, as some students label it), according to the administration, is to increase the compensation of teachers, some of them gave a negative reaction to rally. That includes Sir Matulin (I don’t know his full name but he’s Russell Fernandez’ teacher in Spanish).

He said that he would surely give an Application for Transfer to those students who joined the rally. Eh? Is he that obsessed to get an increase in his salary? We do have the right, as students, to complain whenever there’s an increase in tuition fees, right? What the hell happened to the students’ freedom of expression?

I am not against or pro TFI. I am against what Sir Matulin have said. He shouldn’t do that. Can he? Will he even do that?