Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Personalized Christmas Gifts

here are a few pictures of my offered products:
(more to follow)





Freight not included, bulk orders are privileged with discounts.

if interested, simply email or ym me at: andrea_karlsan[at]yahoo.com
or you can also direct message me in twitter. Leave a message here, etc.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

On Preparation: Typhoon Mina

Let's cancel the business talk first and focus on the latest happening here in Legazpi currently preparing for the coming Typhoon Mina. As early as yesterday, thousands of families have evacuated for safer grounds. Classes were suspended up to tomorrow to give way to the needed safety measures everyone has to do. It's actually a bit funny when night came today as we realized the main roads were so dark. At first we were annoyed. How could you move around the city without lights? Ahhh... the expensive bulbs of the lamp posts were taken off in fear that it would break when the typhoon hits. Very clever.

In reality, as the news of the typhoon's brewing progress continues, everyone is in panic every where you turn here in Albay. Panic buying of groceries which includes lighters, candles, instant noodles, canned foods, rice, water supply and all that was inevitable. These also include charging cellphone batteries and emergency lights. Lucky malls and stores, eah? You'd see men hammering roofs, fixing holes, and putting tarps on as much hope to cover up the entire house against the expected effects of the storm.

I for one along with my family wrapped everything from clothes, to appliances and as much stuffs needed to save inside our home with plastic. These will ensure that if ever the roof fails or the water rises, we won't be worrying too much on drying off the clothes that would keep us warm and prevent damages that could result from what's to happen.

These preparation and exaggerated actions are results of the paranoia from what we've experienced last year from the typhoon Reming. For now, we are all somewhat prepared and are all tuned in to the AM radio for the latest news awaiting the worst. May God bless us all.

"No storm lasts forever, even in our lives." I just hope this typhoon passes without casualties.





Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Business Only: For Your Christmas Gifts

I was about to do a sponsored post when I realized what for when I could actually offer my own services here?! silly me. Oh well, Christmas is definitely coming nearer and gifts are but everyone's usual obligation. hehe... I can help you with that... if you need some ideas or probably the gifts itself.

Our family business offers personalized products: Pictures or personal messages on mugs, mouse pads, shirts, pendants, pin buttons, bag tags, wall clocks and key chains. Whatever you wish. I'll try and place some photo samples here so you'd see what I'm talking about. You can order a single product but know that discounts are given on bulk orders. Shipping of course is not included and will be charged on you.

So, leave me a message if you're interested. Contact me on my yahoo messenger for inquiries and all that, ayt?

YM: andrea_karlsan





Monday, November 5, 2007

Excuse me, How Much?

Daily expenses as it is sucks big time on its own as we know it... but the worst part would be is when you realize even your whole life lives in a balance of debits. Redundant? I think not. Naturally when you buy something, say a cellphone or an mp4 and your younger brother accidentally drops it you scream, "What the hell?! That's worth P*,***.00! You little devil!"

That's where it hit me. How much is it really living in this world?

First you get the annoying blames of worthless loads from useless communication issues that never really got me anywhere as far as it was described. Now my life depends and runs on a P***,***.00 worth of new tools for the business. Top it all up with no money from my account, nothing I was able to buy for myself and what do you get??? A meaningless life driven by debits. Great isn't it?

But of course it wasn't my idea. They say the stuffs bought were all part of what would push me. Put me in focus. So I guess they see me as what? You cannot say its priceless coz obviously its "price-full?" if only there's such a word.

Well, that's how life is with me lately. Every where you turn you see price tags on everything. Hmm... imagine seeing people with slapped on priced stickers on their forehead. Wouldn't that be amazing? Anyways, now I've got to go. You know, can't handle an hour more on the net. Meter is running and would be worth P**.00 or something. (the last line of course is just some spice since I'm not really in an internet cafe... but I think you get what I mean.)

:ayokona:Ciao!





Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Di Mo Lang Alam

Just so you know I'm still alive, I decided to share to you again a song I'm tripping on lately. As for how I am, I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just say I have some kind of reward or penalty over my head and is required to focus on the family business... whatever. That was actually good news. I just wish I can get my hands on my wanted laptop so I can really have the complete set of the new products and tools that my parents provided for me. This is the new twist in my life... and a couple more that I'm trying to get through and over with.

I'm so exhausted. Physically due to the fact that I went to the cemetery today to clean my grandfather's tomb. A common ritual I usually do during All Soul's and Saint's day. As for the emo shit and mental strain... this song speaks best about it. Not that it explains a lot... I just somewhat liked listening more to it lately. Oh well.. here it is:






"OO"
by: UP DHARMA DOWN


‘Di mo lang alam
Naiiisip kita
Baka sakali lang maisip mo ako
‘Di mo lang alam
Hanggang sa gabi inaasam makita kang muli

Nagtapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang pahanon
At ngayon ako ay iyong iniwan
Luhaan, sugatan, ‘di mapakinabangan
Sana nagtanong ka lang
Kung ‘di mo lang alam
Sana’y nagtanong ka lang
Kung ‘di mo lang alam

Ako’y iyong nasaktan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Hindi mo lang alam
Kay tagal na panahon
Ako’y nandirito pa rin hanggang ngayon para sa’yo

Lumipas mga araw na ubod ng saya
‘Di pa rin nagbabago ang aking pagsinta
Kung ako’y nagkasala patawad na sana
Ang puso kong pagal ngayon lang nagmahal

‘Di mo lang alam
Ako’y iyong nasaktan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Puro s’ya na lang
Sana’y ako naman
‘Di mo lang alam
Ika’y minamasdan
Sana’y iyong mamalayang hindi mo lang pala alam

‘Di mo lang alam
Kahit tayo’y magkaibigan lang
Bumabalik lahat sa tuwing nagkukulitan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Ako’y nandito lang
Hindi mo lang alam
Matalino ka naman

Kung ikaw at ako
Ay tunay na bigo sa laro na ito
Ay dapat bang sumuko
Sana hindi ka na lang pala aking nakilala
Kung alam ko lang ako’y masasaktan ng ganito
Sana’y nakinig na lang ako sa nanay ko

‘Di mo lang alam
Ako’y iyong nasaktan
Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman
Puro s’ya na lang
Sana’y ako naman

‘Di mo lang alam
O, ika’y minamasdan
Sana iyo’y mamalayang hindi mo lang pala alam
Oooooooo

Malas mo
Ikaw ang natipuhan ko
Di mo lang alam
Ako’y iyong nasaktan




Friday, October 19, 2007

Gotta Go My Own Way?

isn't it obvious that i really couldn't get myself to write lately? i'm actually wondering about it myself. unlike the old days, i usually write when i feel like the world's getting back at me for some unknown fault i never knew. somehow i'm no longer that interested. maybe it's because i started this new blog in a cheery mood that i don't want it to turn out as just another teeny angst page. if that's not the cause, then maybe i'm just trying so hard to prevent my other self who's nagging at the back of my head for stupidly annoying words that i wanted to blurt out for a number of days now that i'm trying to suppress... no... unleashing my mislead self would only cause more chaos in the world. whatever...

i'm actually left with three more posts before reaching my 100th entry. cool...

anyway, for a mood clue, simply get a load of this mushy lyrics instead. don't argue~ :yawn:




Gotta Go My Own Way - Nikki Gil (Philippines)

(Male vocals by Arnie Mendaros)

I gotta say what's on my mind
Something about us doesn't seem right these days
Life keeps getting in the way
Whenever we try, somehow the plan is always rearranged

It's so hard to say but I've gotta do what's best for me
You'll be okay

I've got to move on and be who I am
I just don't belong here
I hope you understand
We might find our place in this world someday
But at least for now
I gotta go my own way

Don't wanna leave it all behind
But I get my hopes up and I watch them fall every time
Another color turns to gray
And it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away

I'm leaving today 'cause I've gotta do what's best for me
You'll be okay

I've got to move on and be who I am
I just don't belong here
I hope you understand
We might find our place in this world someday
But at least for now
I gotta go my own way

(What about us? What about everything we've been through?)
What about trust?
(You know I never wanted to hurt you)
What about me?
(What am I supposed to do?)
I gotta leave but I'll miss you

Oh I've got to move on and be who I am
(What about us?)
I just don't belong here
I hope you understand
(Hope you understand)
(Try to understand)
We might find our place in this world someday
but at least for now
I gotta go my own way

I've got to move on and be who I am
I just don't belong here
I hope you understand
(Try to understand)
We might find our place in this world someday
(World someday)
But at least for now
I gotta go my own way (ooh)
I gotta go my own way
I gotta go my own way




Friday, October 12, 2007

Filipina: TRES MARIAS

"Middle name?"

We all encounter this question... from school information to applications and interviews; there comes a point where someone would ask what your mother's maiden name was. Up to just recently I came to realize, "why do we tend to miss it out really?"

Practically, since we've gotten to only use our middle name's initials when writing our names on paper and everywhere else, our mother's maiden surname usually gets left out. Things changed for me when my parents decided I live in my mom's hometown. LEGAZPI.

My first encounters were meaningful, it truly made me wonder.

"Middle name?"

I replied, "Asagra."

The interviewer's response made everything so interesting that I just had to know more.

"How are you related to Ruth, Grace and Patty?"

From school to church gatherings and mostly everywhere else, this became the usual scenario. With it lingering in my head, I pondered what made them so loved and known.

Ruth, Grace and Patty (my mother) are the perfect examples of a true Filipina character. Though they may not be the typical celebrity in the Philippines, they are the Tres Maria's that makes who I am today and inspires me on who I want to be in the future.

My Aunt Ruth and Aunt Grace, both certified nurses, chose the life of working and living abroad, but in their ways and life styles, they carry the pride of what a Filipina truly is. My mom settled at staying here in our homeland and managed to grow a business that continuously develops and evolves.

True enough, my admiration to these Tres Maria's soars higher than anything else and being the next in line puts great pressure on what's expected of me.

Compassion. Aunt Ruth, mother of two kids died fighting cancer. Though she struggled so much during her treatment, she fought real hard and had succeeded once too. Along the second blow of that illness she continued and managed to keep in touch, writing us with shaky hands words of comfort which made her parting quite endearing and accepted. She was able to inflict in us a caring and comforting attitude that we've come to cherish all these years.

Wisdom and discipline. Aunt Grace never failed to boost our confidence. Close to perfection, she ensured the thought of being happy about ourselves and to strive more. Up to now, her idea of faith, belief, and self control amazes me. Out of the three, she is the one I ran to when I doubt myself. Although she works as a nurse in New Jersey, she brought with her the knowledge of Filipino natural healing. Traditional massages matched with herbal medicines are among her specialties. More than that, her ability to push you beyond your limits truly gives you the strength to want more.

Patience, understanding and enthusiastic. Patty, my mom, the youngest among the Asagra sisters, is the life of the family. She carries with her that loving glow of a person full of life. I've seen her ups and downs but my hands are up when it comes to her strength and will. Beauty and brains. The tough chick with all the love she can give. That's who my mom is to us her kids, and to everyone else who knows her.

Mix all Tres Maria's together and hopefully you'll have... ME.

Basically, you can just imagine the character I have to life with after knowing what all three had to offer. These Tres Maria's are my inspiration. They reflect what a modern Filipina really is: A wild flower that's full of life, knowledge and love. Something that describes the real essence of a true blooded Pinay.

Sometimes knowing the background behind what you thought isn't so popular middle name comes up with something you can actually be proud of.

"Middle name?"

"Asagra!" And proud to be one. Filipina.

How about you? What's your middle name?




*this is my contribution to the Filipina Writing Project in their will to reshape the Filipina Image.*


Sunday, October 7, 2007

THANKS A LOT!

and so I'm back.. from outer space! yay! no.. that's an exaggeration. anyways, again before anything else, and yes my bohol trip and vacation post plus a whole lot more are overdue, sorry for that! I would like to thank first a number of special persons that greeted me for my birthday last Oct. 4.. geez! even if i was out of touch from the cyber world i felt loved. LOL!

Muchos Gracias to the following peeps:

My family: * jasper * sami * alekz * christian * mom * dad * cheche * jonna * jantee * and cuzins! - Special People and Friends close to my heart: * habibi * joyz * lester * percy * eric * ajhie * bembem * kuya lito * dimpz * kwin * - Blogger Frenzies: * jmtuazon * mats * glenna * lalondelarosa * einjhel * fritzified * rakshari * paolom * and the rest of the gang... i hope i didn't miss out on anyone here in my special list... if i did, please do remind me. I'm kinda having heavy memory gaps lately. LOLS! but promise, just let me know and I'll add you up at once.

UPDATES: (it's kinda fun actually.. continuously editing a previous entry to make it new.. or not! LOL!!!!)

talamasca (greeted in chinese??? *more updates* fine.. remove the "DAW!" and adding this as proof:
http://twitter.com/Talamasca/statuses/310957302) * kuya matt * frankie * pastor renee * dyu/bratyfly *

anyone else?

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Art Exhibit

Another quick post:

Hello peeps! I'm back from my bohol trip and it was great! but before i go along telling you guys my adventures and misadventures, i'll just announce that i'll be in manila till Oct. 6. so if anyone out there's willing to meet up, feel free to text me.

By the way, there'll be an art exhibit by Dante Perez in Astra Art Gallery on Oct. 5, 6pm... i'll be there. maybe you'd like to join me? Hope to see you somehow... hehehhe...


Sunday, September 23, 2007

Anti Hazing Flick

The offline experience I had with the bloggers that I met last Blogger's Kapihan after party event challenged me into voicing out this 'anti-hazing or against anything that tolerates violence for brotherhood sort of theme'. This topic probably was the highlight that night.

Inspired by the original video that the Jester of Exile shared to us (that eery music that sticks with you even in your sleep), and the meaningful poem written by the Philosophical Bastard himself perfectly fitted my brother's project. This is a really short flick but I hope it would be enough for a call.

video
(Created by: Alejandro Karlo Zapanta & RJay Morada of
Ateneo De Naga University)

To embed video, get it here. "ANTI HAZING"
(other links to follow)



Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Me NO Likey

For some weird and unexplainable reason, have I been too kind to this guy that he tagged me??? LOLs. Alright, for the spirit of everything evil, let me just tell you that the Philosophical Bastard made me do this:

Food:
You will never be able to make me try out food that's meant to be in the wild. No, not that poultry selection, but that 'exotic' fear factor style of cuisine! (like who would even dare?! I don't care if you would. but. not. me...) Frog, crocodile, snake, rat, whatever.. Me No likey!!!!

Fruits:
Hmm.. yes, I'm too common. I don't like 'durian'. Smell. End of discussion.

Veggies:
Argh! I used to be a vegetarian so... hmm.. oh I know! I don't like -what is it in english?- malunggay. It's not that I can't eat it, it's just that, no matter how much you chew your food well, it's simply 'indestructible'? It still comes out unscathed... ROFL!

People:
I don't like pretend Gods. I don't like know it alls. I don't like mr./ms. all goody two shoes. I don't like backstabbers. I don't like stupid morons. Errr.. sorry... maybe I just don't like a lot of people? ahahhaha! (senseless)

Event/Situation/Incident:
I am always annoyed when I want to speak up but end up compromising or keeping it to myself in the end. (yes, I have a li'l devil inside.)

TV shows/movies:
Kokey. He's poop. I don't like him. LOLs! and I don't like movies that are based from a foreign one. Really, deadly, irritating much!

Music:
I hate those musics with someone growling like a devil munching on your soul. Rock music that's got no lyrics... or those that are too loud. Initially it's just because of that growl. Come on, that's not singing, right? Whatever!

Household chores:
Ironing clothes. What?! I find the iron too heavy. Duh, that sounded really stupid.

Thing/s around the world:
I don't like clowns. They're scary.

Thing/s about myself:
I'm disorganized. Jolly looking but depressed. Lakwatsera. In short, I'm a kid with the wrong age.


Now for the tag:
Percybhem, Yumi, Bratyfly, Sherma




Friday, September 14, 2007

CHANGE. JUSTICE. NOW.

The pour of information from which I'm not allowed to relay had driven me to really scream my sentiments. This post is dedicated to the victims of fraternity violence. I condemn this violence and that's coming from someone who is in a fraternity and sorority organization herself. Change has to be implemented and it's about time that we shutdown this so called tradition. I call upon the authorities of my own fraternity and sorority to take part on stopping the trend of using brutal acts. Quit condoning what needs to be recognized. The mistake that happened within the initiation of the Sigma Rho fraternity could very well happen to ours. Do we have to wait until we too experience these "accidental deaths"?

Brothers and sisters I don't think it should even be considered accidental. If we stop playing blind over these wrong acts we can easily prevent it. I am not being a traitor of our organization, and I am not putting it in vain. The mere fact that I'm attesting to this call is what I think a true blooded sister would do. A mistake or any other wrong doing should be reprimanded.


I DEMAND CHANGE. NEED I SAY MORE?


In this connection, I stand with the Statement of Block E 2012 of the UP College of Law on the Death of Cris Anthony Garcia Mendez, from which I'll quote:

We condemn in the strongest possible terms all the organizations of the University of the Philippines who promote the culture of violence, by perpetrating brutal acts, by condoning these acts, or by obstructing justice by aiding in the flight or concealment of their erring members. To the long list of names that include Alex Icasiano, Dennis Venturina, and so many others traumatized or dead in the name of Cris Mendez; we cannot in good conscience turn a blind eye to the injuries and deaths that involve or are directly perpetrated by organizations of the University.


Might I add that I stand to this call not only for the bounds of UP alone, but for the society at large within the Philippines, and hopefully everywhere else.

May justice be served.



Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Bitter Sweet AWOL Part 1

Just to lessen the pending entries and tasks that I’m supposed to do, I will have to get this off my excitement.

Yes, excitement. Isn’t it obvious? The title says it all. What I just experienced during my stay in Manila can really be described as something ‘bittersweet’.

Let’s start!

Immediately upon reaching Makati which was I think around 11pm already, my brother and I went straight to my dad’s place, left our luggage there and rode a taxi to the old Makati Hospital where he is confined.

Note: I DON’T LIKE HOSPITALS. NEVER. I JUST CAN’T STAND IT, especially public hospitals. First off, only one visitor/companion is allowed per patient. There was not a chair beside my father’s bed, so if you’re assigned to stay and watch him, you’re to make do with it by either standing the whole night, or sitting on the tiled floor.

Before my uncle left, he asked me if I know how to take care of a patient and I quickly responded, “I never had any interest for a nursing course, so no… I know nothing about it except if it was a baby I’m supposed to take care of.” Well, in this case, it’s a baby mutated to 50 or 60 years old. Don’t get me wrong. I love my father. It’s just that, if you were in my shoes and you’ve only had little time living with your father (more like only during your toddler years), you’ll also feel awkward thinking about having to change his diapers or his clothes, feed him and all that. I still did it anyway, but I of course had to ask my brother to do the changing diapers stuff.

For three nights (because I’m an owl by nature) till lunch time, we engaged ourselves on an instant care giving practicum. The hospital aura almost drove me nuts but, thank God, the doctor during his rounds two days before we’re about to leave for Bicol again, told me my father will be released that day. With that news, I instantly decided to ask a friend to tour me around manila before I go totally insane.

My first day tour were around the parks within Makati, then a walk through Glorietta, Greenbelt, SM, Landmark, and a stop at a Starbucks spot near Makati Shangri-La (hope I got that right…) where I went online and left my number on twits and comments so the bloggers could text me where to meet them the next day for the Blogger’s Kapihan activity. From there, my ever so great tour guide (thanks Lester!) brought me to Megamall’s Art Center where I savored the painting exhibits there. Yeah, I’m a self proclaimed art lover but don’t let me talk about it that much, I might end up making a fool of myself.

Back home, I spent another night of care giving and woke up late the next day. Since I haven’t had any text messages regarding the activity just yet, except that one from Sarah where she said she couldn’t assist me or I think it was a point where we were unable to fix our time and appointments, my tour guide brought me to the trade center and checked out what’s there instead. Not much interested with food trades (I think), we headed off to the popular Mall of Asia.

There starts my few firsts… embarrassing firsts, to exact.

In search for a wifi connection, we ended up drooling over a bucket of beer instead. Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen, when I’m in need of unwinding, I really mean it. However, we didn’t realize we only had very limited time. After a while bloggers were already messaging me directions to the after event place. So, our drinks were bound to go to waste… or so you I thought. Anyways, my first embarrassing moment happened when I was serving ice in my glass and I accidentally tripped the bottle of San Miguel Light. It smashed and broke to pieces on the floor. Lucky it didn’t jump off the slits from the terrace or I’m pretty sure it would hit someone from downstairs. *LOL*… I kept my cool. The charge for the broken bottle was expensive, believe me.

Finally, we decided to move it-move it and thought the MRT would be the fastest way to get to North Edsa. (I’m so poor at directions so spare me if I’m making a mess with this one…) The line for the ticket booth or card, or whatever, was so long but we still stayed since we thought we had no other option since we were already in a hurry. Part 2 of the embarrassing moment was when after we got hold of the cards we were held up by the watch guard because he smelled beer from my companion. All in all we got a refund and were not allowed to take the train. At this point we were laughing our heads off.

What to do? What to do? We took the cab. Yes, from *where was that?* to TriNoma. It was quite expensive, yet again, but worth it.

There I met the faces behind the blogs that I usually visit, follow on twit, and chat through conferences. And hell, it was just too good to be true. Too great, that I’ll be writing about it on the next post. LOL!

sorry to keep you hanging for now... will update soon!


Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Change of Plans

This will be a quick post (i think).

During the start of the week I informed my superiors at work through email that I won't be able to come to work for the whole week. Yes, such an informal leave of absence, but I had no choice. My parents were contacted by a relative saying my step father's uncle passed away and their presence for the funeral was expected. Therefore, everything around the house and the shop at the mall will be left under my care until their return. Although I still had, say, two days free time to prepare everything that needs to be done, from rush orders, to cropping more ID pictures and all that before my parents trip to Manila, I really needed the extra time to cope up with what will be left for me.

However, a change of events is about to take place. Yesterday, while watching the store at the mall, daydreaming and writing what should have been the post here and not this, I received a missed call, which was followed by an sms message , "...nah mild stroke po si tito andy..", they were referring to my father (biological). All hell broke lose right then and there as a number of thoughts raced inside my head. Obviously, my instant reaction of keeping my emotions to myself was still felt by those around me even if I literally tried to runaway.

So as a result, instead of being left behind, I'd probably be going to Makati as well early tomorrow morning. That's it... I've been informed that my dad is actually fine now but guilt is killing me like crazy. I just had to see him and pray everything will be okay.

I'll be in Makati until Saturday...






Monday, September 3, 2007

I Demand Change. Need I Say More?

Isn't this great? There I was attending a fraternity presentation while the rest of the blogging community speaks about their opinions regarding someone dying because of mishandled initiation. I admit I'm a part of a prestigious Fraternity and Sorority as well, but this post isn't about speaking in behalf of the different Fraternities out there, nor my own, and this entry isn't about condemning it either.

This alone is my own observation; I mean nothing more but to give every frat men out there and aspirant a little reminder with their actions.

Frequently Asked Questions: (FAQ)
Frequent Replies: (FR)


FAQ: Why join a fraternity and sorority?
FR: For camaraderie, brotherhood, friendship and service.


One of the many reasons that push an individual to join a certain organization is the thought of finding common threads of peers that would be loyal. The mere idea of becoming a brother gives you that strong bond, securing you of a family you can run to, a place where you are welcomed, a time to shine through service. A sense that the offer that you give for the organization is appreciated, therefore you become proud. In short, most of the aspirants that take part of these initiations are those that seek true friendship. A group to where he/she can say, “I belong.” Yes, it may sound a little silly, but the world is filled with lonely hearts, where appreciation and belongingness alone could relieve.

Testing the waters too isn’t recommended here. Once you’ve placed a foot in the first parts of the orientation, you’ll in the end realize that you’ve gone way too deep to back out now. This leaves you no other choice, but to proceed and show them that you do have enough guts to be one of them.

Believe me; more than just the physical pain that you get out of the traditional means of the initiation, what truly stings is the degrading feeling of your morale being pounded like rocks to sand while you undertake the different humiliation you’re said to face. The challenge of proving your guts, your confidence, and your will is what fuels you in wanting to finish.


FAQ:
What’s with hazing?
FR:
It’s a tradition, a challenge, a test.


It may sound morbid, silly, stupid, and everything else, the sense of using hazing as a tool of confirmation whether an aspirant is willed enough to continue is a tradition that had become really hard to evade. There had been a number of reconstructing policies, and an offer to follow an STP (standard training program or procedure) had been made, however, hazing still remains one of the abused means of initiation.

Although a chapter had agreed to these rules, you’ll never know what a member does to the aspirants. “Control” is what lacks in these frat men that often results to a tragic case.

o0o

My take on this issue:

I believe that the principles and policies of every Fraternity and Sorority out there are perfect. The mistake comes from every individual’s belief and ways. Some may agree to change the program, others sticks to the traditional means. In the end, these men whom are too proud carry their sticks most of the time forgetting what it is really for. Compassion, realization, the idea of responsibility and accountability to every action; these are the different thoughts one should consider before raising that stick and hitting another friend. Yes, my dear frat men, a friend, a soon to be brother/sister.

We are forgetting the real meaning of our principles. What are leadership, friendship and service? How do you harness that with pain? Let us think it over. Instead of focusing on battering an aspirant, why not indoctrinate them and let them realize the scene they are about to partake. Remember that being in the organization gives you a number of responsibilities, so ask them, are they ready for it? Trainings, seminars, service… these are the things that we should sharpen.

Again,

Trainings and seminars are for Leadership.

Fellowship and bonding through Friendship.

Reach out in Service.

Just like a parent, let us not forget that pain doesn’t always make these kids remember… it’s the sincere words of wisdom and the lessons thought that counts more than a spank or a slap.

o0o

If you are planning to join a fraternity or an organization, ponder on this Q&A, and wonder if you really are ready to say the pledge’s prayer.

FAQ: Why?
FR: There’s not to reason why, there’s not to make reply, there’s but to do or die. So help me God.


“But as long as you are a part of the institution, do not condemn it,

for if you do, the first high wind that comes along will blow you away.

And probably, you'll never know why.”

- Loyalty Pledge



Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Old Times

There had been days that I can't explain why my heart felt so heavy. Days where I almost cried without reasons. I thought it's all because of all the pressures I get both from work and at home. Lately I find myself searching for this guy. Inside the passenger jeep I'd look out as it passes what used to be your school... and then I'd heave a sigh.

Not so long after that I found myself in a familiar street. I knew by heart where that street leads. And as I turn around I saw a familiar face from the tricycle, riding just behind the driver I saw you, I was about to smile and wave at you but I held back. Only to realize that it could never be you. Because I don't think I'll ever see you again. At least not yet.

:galit:You were an older brother I never had, even if we both know you could be really childish at times. You were such a noisy bastard you know that? I could still remember how you'd remind me that I should not let anybody push me around. That I must tell you if anyone does and you'll do the rest for me. I missed that. And I also miss your tampo-tampo issues. Where you'd get drank and tell me all your heartaches. And then out of nowhere you'll be screaming your lungs out until you'll be fine again. All that's left after that are laughters and a realization that our actions were somewhat silly and stupid. But it was fun anyway.

The road trips. The prodigal jeep. Us, prodigal kids. All these I truly miss. And as I look back on that person that I almost waved at, tears filled my eyes. I know I shouldn't be sad. I'm not really. I still get to see you in my dreams anyway. I know you're doing fine too. Say hello to Rambo for us.

By the way, advance happy birthday Ivan. It's been a year when you slept and never woke up. I still find it unfair that you never said goodbye. But hey, it's a good thing that at least now I'm sure that you're safe. Happy in the company of our Almighty.

Padi, we miss you so bad.

Don't forget to watch over us okay?

Sensya ka na di ako nakapunta sa anniversary mo. At sya nga pala, pwede tigilan mo yang katatawa mo dyan ha? Masyado mo ata kami pinagtatawanan. Tandaan mo Van, walang beer dyan. hahaha!


IVAN KARL CABRERA
Sept. 10, 1986 - Aug. 31, 2006


Sige padi! Miss you po. Hanggang sa muli. Magkikita din tyo. :puppyeyes:







Thursday, August 30, 2007

Dried Emotion? Tragic!

Walking home the other day with an earphone stuck on one ear listening to one of my old fave songs, emoting at every word, taking a ride on my own emotional rollercoaster I almost saw what could have been the nicest tragedy I could ever imagine happening on me.

*warning, suicidal emo shit below*

So yeah, ever since the bloom of the Kami nAPO Muna album, I’ve been asking where this song was and who revived it for the tribute. Yes, ladies and gentlemen through the influence of my own mother I’m a die hard fan of Apo Hiking’s songs even when I was just a little girl, while everyone else were dancing through the tune of 100% pure love plus more of the Universal Motion Dancer’s Butterfly and I saw the sign, and some other danceable songs which I think I better keep to myself now before you start throwing tomatoes at me saying “booohoooo….”

The melody of the song really struck me at a young age, just the melody coz I never really knew or remember the lyrics, not until I heard it again being played on the radio just recently. The melody was so strong (the same feeling I get after watching a powerful play) that after learning how to play London Bridge is Falling Down’ on the piano, I was able to widow the first few lines of this song (which is really quite simple anyway).

With the power of technology (thank you Google!), finally, I’m able to savor the song more.

And by savor I meant listening to it every time I wish to emote, including that other day (points at first paragraph above)

Here’s what happened:

(It would be better if you LISTEN TO THE SONG while reading what’s happening with me then)

TUYO NA’NG DAMDAMIN

MINSAN KAHIT NA PILITIN MONG UMINIT ANG DAMDAMIN
DI SIYA SUSUNOD, AT DI MAGLALAMBING

(wonders about my own love life):ha?:

MINSAN DI MO NA MAPIGIL MAPANSIN
NA TALAGANG WALA NANG NAIIWAN NA PAGMAMAHAL

:sigh:(sighs)

REFRAIN:
AT KAHIT NA ANONG GAWIN
DI MO NA MAPILIT AT MADAYA
AMININ SA SARILI MO
NA WALA KA NG MABUBUGA

(more sighs):sorry:

PARANG ‘SANG KANDILA NA NAGDADALA
NG ILAW AT LIWANAG
NAUUBOS RIN SA MAGDAMAG

:anongnangyari:(feeling heartbroken now)

(INSTRUMENTAL)

(by this time I crossed the street… still listening I over heard screeching tires just behind me and believe me… almost simultaneously coming to the end of the instrumental I saw myself in slow motion turning to see the source of the sound only to realize a car was actually inches away from hitting me and then...)

:scream:(REFRAIN)

DI NA MADAIG O MABALIK ANG DATING MATAMIS NA KAHAPON
PILITIN MA’Y TUYO NA’NG DAMDAMIN

Words and music by Jim Paredes (APO Hiking Society)

It would’ve been nice if the next words were *BANG* the car hit me and as you listen to the refrain of the song I’d be lying with blood all over at the side of the road, but then again I wouldn’t be able to tell you all about it unless I blog as a ghost (wait, does that mean I’ll be ghostwriting for myself?).

***

Anyway, I don’t know why the car was so in a hurry, overtaking from behind me it was almost near my side of the lane and it just passed in a rush. I breathed and really said, wow… that could’ve been a nice death.

But no... I’m still alive in this cruel world. Such a shame… NOT!

Excess:

:lamagawa:More research and I finally found out that the song “Tuyo ng Damdamin” was performed by Silent Sanctuary (which is really new to me since I’ve never heard of this band, but I’m quite interested because of the fact that they have cello and violin in their instruments, whatever) and is included in the new album Kami nAPO Muna Ulit, vol. 2 of the APO Hiking tribute.

There, done! Ciao!




Monday, August 27, 2007

LUCK and FORTUNE = COKE

It actually sucks when time and days fly so fast without you noticing it. All the hullabaloos in the Wika2007, and busy moments at work and at home, include in a little side line I just got recently (the things I get myself into) resulted in the lack of good posts here in my blog. Yeah, since when did I even come up with something worth challenging in here? Whatever.

Here's a question... do you believe in luck and fortune cookies? It may sound weird but I don't like surprises. My friends and those who knows me calls me killjoy regarding these issues. Most of their attempts to surprise me fails because I tend to spoil it before they could even get started. Sometimes they think I'm psychic. *LOL*

So, fortune cookies are never my thing. I guess that's one reason that the other day was actually my very first time to give in and get one of those fortune cookies in Chowking. (Honestly, Chowking should really pay me for the advertisement.) I've seen my adsense report and believe me I think it's stuck at $2 and nothing more. Anyway, one of the keywords whatchamacallit that hooks with the search for my blog includes "Chowking commercials". Maybe I better shift meta tags to Chowking and start writing about their food and service. Goodness, they really have to pay me bigtime! Okay, enough of them Chowking peeps and service...

Here's proof of my being psychic, and my being a surprise spoiler:


See? I took photos of it after my whole family opened their's... mine was the last one and just before I cracked it I said I wanted to take a photo of it and put it in my blog... coincidence? I think not!

Oh well, maybe... hahahaha!

*drinks coke*

Ciao! :wave:

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Done with the Silence

In view of Wika2007:

Some of the participants and non-participants question the aim of this contest; obviously, I don’t think its self-promotion, so scratch that. If you’re going to rant about the poll think twice (I was actually doing this before I read that there had actually been rants and now I realized that it’s still ongoing with it), the poll is just a part of it, so I do hope you have read the part where it states that the other percent comes from our judges. A distinguished panel is going through the entries along the week of the poll itself, more likely, as you read this entry.

Unlike its predecessor, the Kalayaan 2007, this time we made sure that the competition wouldn’t be focused on popularity alone. That’s where the decision of having it on 50-50 basis came in. However, there had been claims (just when it’s too late) that 50% for poll is just a bit too much. Geez! As far as I know, they should’ve read about it even before they submitted their entries in the first place. Also, let us not forget that we did ask for your opinion while we were still deciding about this contest and the mechanics were presented for review before it was officially posted on the contest page. Remember the conference?

Another thing, mind if I remind you of one more thought brought to this poll issue. I bet that you’d agree that being able to register is better than what used to be a click all you want scheme. In short, what you’re getting now is what we thought was the better option… better than the previous one, that is.

Still, to compensate the freedom of speech, we made a couple of suggestions to be responded by the participants to make them decide what to do with the percentage on whether or not the poll be eliminated and place the results instead as a “texter’s choice award” (or in this case, net fave? Pulse award?) sort of idea. The answer now lies in their hand.

Who are the judges? Please be reasonable enough. How could you assume that they could actually be a part of the participants? That would be a little too silly for my taste.

Our Judges' identities are withheld for their own security, and might I say for the participants as well. Besides, why worry about it if we will be giving you the names at the end of the competition anyway? Be advised not to focus on the idea that we have experienced bloggers in the panel because those bloggers aren’t necessarily blogging only people. Take note that we also have Filipino and English professors from a highly reputable university in it. Try not to underestimate our judges.

Next:

Just what exactly is wrong with the theme? I guess it all lies on how one perceives it. The truth is: there is nothing wrong with it. How about the contest? Again, if the idea confuses you, it’s not bad at all to ask those who know about it right? Well, I’d still want to answer the raised question regarding the theme...

“Maraming Wika, Matatag na Bansa”

During the early days of entry submissions, a lot have asked what the theme meant. Some even found it absurd, and reacted through their entries too. Yes, that’s creative good for y’all. Anyway, what I do in response is let them read Dr. Nolasco’s keynote, which I bet, would answer all their wonders about the idea behind the theme and the competition itself.

If you still didn’t get the point, this is my piece. The theme agrees on our country being multilingual. So scrutinizing the use of “the Filipino language” to “the” Filipino language (obviously there’s a big difference about it) for my own point of view is just plain wrong. Why? Because the idea doesn’t actually imply on the known Filipino language alone, it’s all of the languages brought into one, thus the use of “the Filipino language”, as a whole. No ‘trying to downplay any other language because yes, I’d agree, that would be -let’s say- irrelevant to the theme? I think that’s actually one of the reasons why the mechanics stated that the entry could be written in any dialect or language, and translation to Tagalog or English is optional, right?

Another side of the questions also includes ideas on how can this many language build a better nation? Well, that’s just it actually. That’s the challenge that this competition wants from its participants. To detail or make your own way of expressing how this idea could help our nation. From Dr. Nolasco’s speech, he wanted to let the whole nation know that teaching your kababayan, wherever you are, using the language that can easily be understood by whoever you are trying to teach is the key to learning, especially in schools. Now it’s up to you to use the same technique, so to speak, here in the blogging world.

All in all, I believe that the competition mechanics cannot satisfy everyone, yet it is done with the exact knowledge of what’s supposedly the best deals so far. If you have read the mechanics before and still participated, it could be out of two things: Either you want to take part on spreading your being proudly pinoy, or you’re just after the prize. Whichever your reason is that’s up to you. But don’t conclude that everyone in it is after the prize alone, because if you didn’t notice, I made my own entry when I am not actually allowed to join. Mine is unofficial. That puts me on the side of the first reason. If I could come up with an entry that’s based on the will to promote the native tongue in our land, I bet there are more like me that joined the competition without expecting anything in return, which I hope everyone would focus on. The prize should act only as consolation to our participation.

Once and for all, I hope we all stop complaining about the mechanics because from what I have experienced in all other competitions, having read the mechanics and joined that means you agree with it, right? So, let's focus on the theme now, shall we? Instead of promoting unity here, what we are doing is another issue that would be an addition in this month’s blogging scandals. Come on people: Do you not trust your co-bloggers that much to indicate the idea of creating his/her own different accounts to vote? Do you doubt the organizers would favor one entry from another? Yes, you are entitled to speak of giving the benefit of the doubt, but here’s the thing: I could honestly stand that I believe the organizers are trying to give you the best options here.

The main thought that we are giving you the privilege to communicate with us regarding different matters can easily give you the idea that we are trying the best we can to provide you a meaningful event. Let’s help each other through this instead of creating too much commotion. Anyway, you will always be there to comment, and we will be listening. You are already watching us, so why be that worried?

Haven’t we had enough of these issues already? Let’s try and take part on this activity on a lighter note. Now, if you’re only doing this for traffic, then I say, find another activity to mess with. Okay?

NOTE: this is a personal post based from my own observation regarding the different points raised in connection to the ongoing Wika2007 writing project.





Saturday, August 18, 2007

Ulam na Sira

"Mabakal!"

Hanggang ngayon napapangiti parin ako pag naririnig ko ang sarili kong kumakatok sa tindahan para bumili. Ang salitang "mabakal" ang isa sa mga unang salitang agad kong natutunan noong unang tungtong ko dito sa Legazpi. Pabalik balik ako noon ng Makati - Legazpi. Bagay na nagpahirap sa akin upang matutunan ang wikang Bikolnon.

Taliwas sa salitang tagalog, ang "mabakal" ay hindi nangangahulugan na maraming bakal. Dito sa Legazpi, Albay, ito ay katumbas ng karaniwang panawag pansin sa tindera kapag meron kang nais bilhin sa tindahan. Kasabay ang pagkatok ng barya sa kung ano mang pwedeng katukan. Binibigkas ito ng parehong tono sa "Pabili!" Kung tutuusin, ito na ang pinaka madaling tandaan sa wikang Bikol sa mga panahong ako'y musmos pa lamang.

Di ko makakalimutan, dahil nga't pabalik balik ako, may pagkakataong nagsisisigaw ako sa tindahan ng "Maba-kaaaaaaaal!" ng paulit ulit ngunit walang pumapansin sa akin. Saka ko lamang biglang naalala, ay... oo nga pala... nasa Makati ako, "Pabi-leeeeee!" (tindera: "Ano yun?")

Dumating ang araw na nagdesisyon ng talaga ang aking nanay na dito muna ako mag-aral ng dalawang taon. Dun na ko tuluyang namulat sa mala-intsik nilang pagsambit na animo'y kay daling intindihin, ngunit hindi parin.

Isang araw nga, dapit hapon habang naglalaro kami ng mga pinsan ko, narinig ko ang aking tiyuhin na nagsabing ang ulam daw namin ay "piniritos na sira". Talaga namang napaisip ako ng husto. Ngunit dahil mahiyain ako noon, di ako nagpahalata ng aking pagtataka.

Nakaupo na kami sa harap ng hapagkainan, talaga namang katakam takam ang nakahain sa mesa ngunit may pagdududa akong nadarama. Hindi naman sa magulang ako, pero talagang hinintay ko silang maunang kumuha ng pagkain, at pinapanood sila habang isinusubo ang bawat ulam na nakahatag. Marahil sa aking pagkamangha, tulala akong nakatitig sa kanila. Walong taon pa lang ako noon. Bigla akong tinanong ng tiyuhin ko kung ba't di pa ko kumain? Di ko na natiis kaya't agad ko namang sinagot, "talaga bang may prito dito na sira???"

Naghalakhakan ang lahat, at pati na rin ako ay nakisabay pagkatapos nilang ipaliwanag na ang "sira" pala ay "isda" sa Bikol na wika. Dun din marahil nagsimula ang biru-biruang: pano na lang kung magkatabing nagtitinda ang Mamang nagtitinda ng taho at ng isda? Marahil ito ang maririnig mo...

Tindero ng Kulambo: "Tahooooooo!"
Tindero ng Isda: "SIRAAAAAAA!"
*note: parehong tono.*

Pagkatapos ng dalawang taon kong pag aaral ng elementarya dito, bumalik din ulit ako sa Makati. Dala-dalawang taon ang naging pagitan ng pagpapabalik-balik ko nun. Bagay na naging dahilan kung bakit kay tagal ko talagang natutunan na magsalita sa Bikol. Kahit alam na ng mga nakapaligid sakin dito sa Bikol na nakakaintindi na ko ng salita nila, nakasanayan na nilang kausapin ako ng tagalog. Hanggang ngayon, napaghahalo ko ang dalawang wika. Sinabayan pa ng dayuhang lengguahe na Ingles, talaga namang malilito ka na kapag ako'y iyong papakinggan.

Pero yun na siguro ang maganda dun. Dahil sa abilidad ng mga Pilipino na makisalamuha at matuto ng iba't ibang wika, naging madali ang pagpapaintindi at pagtuturo nito. Para sa akin, laking pasalamat ko na multilinggual ang mga kasama ko. Sa tulong nila, itinuro nila ito sa akin gamit ang tagalog na unti unti nilang isinasalin sa Bikol para dahan dahan ko ding matutunan.

Hindi nga ba't mas madali iyon, kesa magmatigas na isang wika lang ang gamitin at mauwi sa hindi pagkakaunawaan? Kung ang lahat ng tao ay magiging bukas sa ideyang magturo at matuto... ang maraming wika natin sa buong Pilipinas ay hindi magiging hadlang sa ating di pagkakaintindihan. Bagkos, ito pa ang magpapalago ng ating mas magandang pagsasamahan.

Sana, kahit nangingibabaw ang ilang wika lalo na ang Ingles, maalala natin na ito ay pangalawang wika lamang na ating pinag-aralan para maintindihan at makaintindi ng mga dayuhan. Alalahanin sana natin na ang wika sa ating tinubuan ay dapat pahalagahan. Mas madali nating maituturo sa mga susunod na henerasyon kung sa wikang kanilang maiintidihan ang gagawing paraan para ipaintindi ito. Wag nating ikahiya ang wikang kinalakihan, dahil ito din ang magpapalakas ng ating bansa pagdating sa huli.

Tanong: Ikaw ba sumali sa Wika2007 writing project? O hindi dahil iyong sinabi na hindi ka kasi sanay magsulat sa wikang tagalog? o sa sarili mong wika?

Tanungin mo nga ang iyong sarili: Dapat nga bang huminto na sa ideyang iyon? O mas nararapat atang sinubukan ko na lang, bilang pagpapakita na nasa puso ko parin ang pagpapahalaga sa sarili kong wika?

Alin ba ang mas nakakahiya, ang mali maling pagkakasulat? o ang hindi talaga sumulat dahil sa hiya?

*ito po ang aking parte bilang pakikilahok sa pagpapalaganap an ako'y bilib sa wikang pinoy, kahit ano o aling wika pa ito*

So, pano? Kain muna ko ng sira... hehehehe... sasalo ka?

pahabol: Nabanggit na din lang naman ang isda at sira, bigla kong naalala ang sikat na kataga. Hayaan nyong aking isalin ito sa sarili kong wika:

"Ang dai magpadaba sa sadiring wika, daog pa ang parong kang raot na sira."
("ang di magmahal sa sariling wika, daig pa ang amoy ng sirang isda.")

o para kaya pwede ding:

"Ang dai magpadaba sa sadiring wika, daog pa ang malansang sira."

("ang di magmahal sa sariling wika, daig pa ang malansang isda.")

eto po ay sinabi ni Rizal, Bicol Version.

nahalata mo ba? malansa na, sira pa. double meaning. nyahahaha!



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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Exploitation? Blog War? NEXT!

this chaos within the Philippine blogosphere became very overwhelming. issues regarding blog authorship, ethical means, and responsibilities representing what the?! honestly these are all baseless points. what's wrong with these people?

oh right, i forgot. the healthy life of debates and opinions. the sad thing about life within the blogging world is that the more we write our thoughts and express what we want, we forget the regular means of fixing problems. personal conversation, one on one communication, does it even ring a bell? what happened to phone calls, meeting in person, cellphones, and for goodness sake if you don't want that then an email would do.

to let your bitterness out attacking or maybe for a lighter note just in case we hit some nerves there, issuing negative feedbacks without proper understanding that this can actually cause mayhem in our virtual world, unless of course this is some fishy scheme of traffic link baits, we should really think twice when we're about to post something huge.

it just goes to show that the whole world, both online and not, is over powered with the influence of superiority. pretend God reigns but powerless when faced on everyone's free will.

no one wins in a war.

***

funny, they are all worried unveiling whether there is exploitation or abuse in this 13 year old or 14 now? making money genius... what we all forget is that whatever it is that you've come to live with catches up on you. this kid is obviously influenced by his father, that's a fact. his father has making money online site as well. but ghost writing for the kid? i think not. coaching is more acceptable. but what else would a parent do? if you want to post a great entry, you would of course consult someone who can edit it for you. there's nothing wrong with that, is there?

so yeah. the kid is earning more than any one of us through his site. he's free to avail a lot of stuffs that not all kids could actually have. how can we judge him if he gets benefits from it? why, he even has his own laptop!? who wouldn't want that? *lol*

Family business people. That's what's there...


***

if they're worried about this kid being forced to blog, then i better keep my mouth shut before they ask child protection police to get me. i asked my younger brother to blog so his skill on writing would improve since we do speak english at home but when he writes its a bit off because he writes like the way he talks, and i'm not satisfied. i even promoted his blog here months ago. He's 11 years old! so, will i be accused of exploitation too?

will his entries be doubted as being written by me because he usually does link to my blog for more details? geez! if that is so, then I'm probably guilty.

:devilishgrin:

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Bangkero Festival '07, Legazpi City

"Viva Señor San Roque!"

That's what you'd be hearing this whole week as Barangay San Roque, Legazpi City celebrates the Feast of their patron saint San Roque.

Living along side an ocean, the people of Brgy. San Roque commemorates the legend of Bangkero (boat man/people).

In the story, the Roqueñans were living peacefully by the beach with fishing as their source of income and life. Sharks and all sorts of huge scary fishes are not much of their concern because they have become used on encountering such situation, more like happy about it too since that would mean something bigger to catch. However one day, a sea monster we Filipinos have come to know as "syokoy" (merman) appeared suddenly in the ocean and threatened the peaceful life the Roqueñans have.

People were screaming, children and women alike running away from the horrible creature. The brave men of San Roque all gathered up and faced the beast while the whole Barangay prayed sincerely for Señor San Roque to bless ang guide them. In the end, the scary sea monster was defeated and the whole barangay rejoiced.

Today, every Purok within our barangay prepares a street presentation and exhibition for a competition. Naturally, the best interpretation of what happened in the legend will win. The theme of this year's celebration focuses on the little kids of Barangay San Roque. Night after night weeks before this feast, my brother Jasper, and sister Sami together with the neighborhood kids practiced their performance.

At the day of the presentation, me, as supportive sister and photographer wannabe, I went along with the parade and took photos of the activity. Believe me that was a tiring walk, just imagine how the kids are. They were almost at the verge of having tantrums.

During the program itself I realized that my siblings group probably are the youngest or maybe the smallest participants within it. The rest were more like young people already and not kids. At first I thought it was really unfair. But then again, for the sake of fun, I disregarded the worry. "It's a friendly competition, it shouldn't be a big deal", I told myself.

I was really proud of my brother and sister as they danced along while the crowd went wild with fun and excitement seeing these little kids dancing and screaming rejoices and was filled with fun, fun, and funny scenes. What do you expect with kids? Still, not because I'm their sister, I wasn't that worried after their presentation. Why?

BECAUSE THEY WERE GREAT! So far, their's was the only one that did well focusing on the real story behind the legend. With real pep squad sort of exhibitions. *LOL* And the clothes and props were absolutely well taken care of... now I'm guessing I knew who budgeted for their costumes. But I'm keeping that secret. *ROFL*

Obviously along the pictures that I posted here, you'll see the difference. The other contingent, whom are way older had great moves, props, and a bit of storyline as well... but I'm now more confident for my Purok's team.

The rest did have well organized synchronization and dances, but we all know there should be more to it than just dance steps. That's what the other contingents lack. And just look at my last photo, with the distraction of the kid dancing at the sides of these pretty young ladies, we all realized that the crowd, and probably the judges as well, would go for the enthusiastic youngsters, than the sexy moves.

Well, what d'you know, sexy doesn't always get it. Take that as a lesson. Nyahahaha!

Still, the activity was a success. When my Purok's team won, the kids (yes, including my brother and sister) run on the stage jumping wildly in unison and rhythm screaming and chanting: "Gana kami! Gana kami!" (We are the winner! We are the winner!). Silly kids. They did this on the way back home too.

Now, if I could only find where the foods are! Isn't this supposed to be a feast?

Oh well, ciao!:wave:

*excess: after that I went to the opening of an Art Exhibit... but I'll leave that on my next post!*

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