That was 9:38 in the evening. I was staring at the moon, which in turn, was staring back at me. My phone that just beeped diverted my sight to it. I got a text message from a very good friend. "I've realized how much I care for you", it said. It made me wonder.
I was trying to text her back to ask her how come, only to find out I got no balance in my account. I rushed to the nearest loading station to reload. I left the store and I got back home. After several attempts, I still couldn't send my reply. Apparently, I didn't receive the refill but I didn't bother following it up. It was like past 10 pm and I thought the store was already close by that time.
It was 11 and I was still up, trying to send my text once in a while. Until I finally gave up. Then, I tried looking at the brighter side and I stumbled upon a realization that finally made me sleep soundly.
"It's probably something that needs no further discussion and explanation - only acceptance", I told myself.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
GAZING...
"Kkrrrrrrinnngggggggg....", the alarm clock rings. It's now 5 in the morning. Darrell reluctantly rises from bed. He doesn't want to just yet but he's left with no other choice. At around 6, he leaves home. He doesn't want to be late for work. He needs to be at the news desk by 7 o'clock. There, he hears a lot of noise -- phone ringing, people shouting, flipping of paper among others. This is his everyday life.
Just this morning while taking his mug of black coffee, his editor called up on him and assigned him a beat. He needed to cover a story somewhere in Bulacan. Upon arriving at the scene, his cameraman immediately shot video. He asked one of the respondents who, what, where, when, why and how. The story? It's about a man biting a dog. The moment he thought his data were enough, he sat somewhere with his laptop, writing and building the story while his teammates were editing the video. After all had been edited, he sent a copy to his editor for approval.
Luckily, he got the "yes". It meant that the story would be aired on the evening news. He then hastily rode on the van with his staff heading to another place. While inside the van, he wrote his column with a 3 pm deadline for a national newspaper.
The evening news aired and so did his story. Where is he now? Well, he is in Malacanang, anticipating some news from President Miriam Santiago and Vice President Chiz Escudero (who knows? lols).
" This has been Darrell M. reporting", he said in the video. Five years from now, This will be Darrell's signature line because by then, he is already a journalist, both for print and broadcast.
Just this morning while taking his mug of black coffee, his editor called up on him and assigned him a beat. He needed to cover a story somewhere in Bulacan. Upon arriving at the scene, his cameraman immediately shot video. He asked one of the respondents who, what, where, when, why and how. The story? It's about a man biting a dog. The moment he thought his data were enough, he sat somewhere with his laptop, writing and building the story while his teammates were editing the video. After all had been edited, he sent a copy to his editor for approval.
Luckily, he got the "yes". It meant that the story would be aired on the evening news. He then hastily rode on the van with his staff heading to another place. While inside the van, he wrote his column with a 3 pm deadline for a national newspaper.
The evening news aired and so did his story. Where is he now? Well, he is in Malacanang, anticipating some news from President Miriam Santiago and Vice President Chiz Escudero (who knows? lols).
" This has been Darrell M. reporting", he said in the video. Five years from now, This will be Darrell's signature line because by then, he is already a journalist, both for print and broadcast.
WORD PLAYER
You finally arrived home after a very long day from school. You took your clothes off and headed on to the shower room. You decided not to take your dinner 'cause you were still full. Suddenly, you felt the urge to sleep, so you lied down on your bouncy bed. As your eyes were graciously closing themselves, you remembered something -- You needed to write what happened to you within the day as your assignment.
You were then disappointed. For you, it meant that you had to sit (yeah, not lie down) on one side and think of what and how to write. You tried recalling what happened within the day. You recalled that you fell off the stairs, a delicate blend of soy sauce and vinegar streamed down your white polo while taking your lunch. Nothing so good happened to you that day but you wouldn't want your professor to read all your clumsiness, would you? So you wrote them in the most humorous way possible.
When your paper was returned to you, you were stunned by what you saw. A perfect 10 was on it. You never thought that what you've written and how you wrote them impressed your professor. You realized then that writing wasn't that all boring and you were right.
Writing is never boring. First, it gives you a sense of satisfaction, especially when someone gets to read what you write. Second, it helps you vent your emotions out about a particular experience or event and lastly, it enhances your writing and communicative competence.
So if you are one of those who never liked writing, get your pen and paper now and start playing with words.
You were then disappointed. For you, it meant that you had to sit (yeah, not lie down) on one side and think of what and how to write. You tried recalling what happened within the day. You recalled that you fell off the stairs, a delicate blend of soy sauce and vinegar streamed down your white polo while taking your lunch. Nothing so good happened to you that day but you wouldn't want your professor to read all your clumsiness, would you? So you wrote them in the most humorous way possible.
When your paper was returned to you, you were stunned by what you saw. A perfect 10 was on it. You never thought that what you've written and how you wrote them impressed your professor. You realized then that writing wasn't that all boring and you were right.
Writing is never boring. First, it gives you a sense of satisfaction, especially when someone gets to read what you write. Second, it helps you vent your emotions out about a particular experience or event and lastly, it enhances your writing and communicative competence.
So if you are one of those who never liked writing, get your pen and paper now and start playing with words.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
OUT WITH THE WHITE
Back in high school, I was often asked what my plans were for college. Questions like what course would I dare take, what school would I go to or if I would actually go to college were all getting up on my face.
Back then, I would always give them a vague answer -- so vague that it would often be rendered both nonsense and whimsical, so vague that I couldn't qualify it myself. Who would understand me anyway if I answered, "bahala na"?
Now I know why I got so unreceptive during those inquisitive times -- I was afraid then. I used to view college as just a white and vast space -- absolutely nothing but white. I didn't have any idea of it, neither did I care about knowing how it's like. I even asked one guy if the notebook I was buying the day before my debut in college was a Cattleya or not. Now I know Cattleya is a brand of binder (hahaha..that's so fooolish of me).
Now that I'm already in my third year, and am anticipating a diploma in just one academic year, I could say that college is not that scary at all, though at times, it pans out to be like a nightmare. The white and vast space then, is now full of so many other colors, so many other objects, so many other faces and so many other experiences all gearing me up for my entry into the real world.
It was not easy though to sense all these elements. I needed sometime, effort, faith and understanding for me to see I have them in that white space.
By being in college, I've learned to appreciate everything that's happening to me. I've known better how to look at brighter colors of my predicaments, no matter how roughly they obstruct my way at times. I was also able to appreciate my music player, phone, pen, paper and all other luxuries that help me get through all the pressure and sometimes boredom in the academe. I also came to love my family and friends even more for the trust and love they give me and will give me all throughout this journey.
Another funny thing about being in college is that it helps me experience things to their extreme level. In high school, I could manage to finish my assignments before midnight or shortly after 12 midnight but now, 24 hours seems to be insufficient still to carry out all the loads. My slightly delayed meals in high school have gone "superextramega" delayed in college. To have breakfast, lunch and snacks altogether at 4 in the afternoon, most of the time, is good enough as an evidence, I guess. Most of all, my nine 90-page notebooks back then were reduced to just a sheet of yellow paper, folded to fit my pocket. (Idk if it's funny..haha)
"Naku, four years of disaster", said the official who handed me my first ever AUF-ID. Written in it was "AB COM 1". I didn't know how would I react back then. I remember looking at him with a poker face. Now, I can't help but grin whenever that scene comes to my mind for I now know that he was partly wrong. College life is so exciting for me. It's now a Kaleidoscope, far from that white hole I was looking at,and I'm loving every color that strikes it.
Back then, I would always give them a vague answer -- so vague that it would often be rendered both nonsense and whimsical, so vague that I couldn't qualify it myself. Who would understand me anyway if I answered, "bahala na"?
Now I know why I got so unreceptive during those inquisitive times -- I was afraid then. I used to view college as just a white and vast space -- absolutely nothing but white. I didn't have any idea of it, neither did I care about knowing how it's like. I even asked one guy if the notebook I was buying the day before my debut in college was a Cattleya or not. Now I know Cattleya is a brand of binder (hahaha..that's so fooolish of me).
Now that I'm already in my third year, and am anticipating a diploma in just one academic year, I could say that college is not that scary at all, though at times, it pans out to be like a nightmare. The white and vast space then, is now full of so many other colors, so many other objects, so many other faces and so many other experiences all gearing me up for my entry into the real world.
It was not easy though to sense all these elements. I needed sometime, effort, faith and understanding for me to see I have them in that white space.
By being in college, I've learned to appreciate everything that's happening to me. I've known better how to look at brighter colors of my predicaments, no matter how roughly they obstruct my way at times. I was also able to appreciate my music player, phone, pen, paper and all other luxuries that help me get through all the pressure and sometimes boredom in the academe. I also came to love my family and friends even more for the trust and love they give me and will give me all throughout this journey.
Another funny thing about being in college is that it helps me experience things to their extreme level. In high school, I could manage to finish my assignments before midnight or shortly after 12 midnight but now, 24 hours seems to be insufficient still to carry out all the loads. My slightly delayed meals in high school have gone "superextramega" delayed in college. To have breakfast, lunch and snacks altogether at 4 in the afternoon, most of the time, is good enough as an evidence, I guess. Most of all, my nine 90-page notebooks back then were reduced to just a sheet of yellow paper, folded to fit my pocket. (Idk if it's funny..haha)
"Naku, four years of disaster", said the official who handed me my first ever AUF-ID. Written in it was "AB COM 1". I didn't know how would I react back then. I remember looking at him with a poker face. Now, I can't help but grin whenever that scene comes to my mind for I now know that he was partly wrong. College life is so exciting for me. It's now a Kaleidoscope, far from that white hole I was looking at,and I'm loving every color that strikes it.
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