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Archive for February, 2007

Pardon this little Lord-of-the-Rings-y moment in this day’s post.

Having only appreciate The Lord of the Rings recently (I’m a post-post guy, I always get on a fad whenever it’s over. Hehe…), I came to a personal conclusion that everyone has his/her own “one ring” in life. You know, that one thing that tempts you the most, that one thing you can’t and shouldn’t have, that one thing you weren’t destined to possess–may it be material, emotional, personal or what. It could be wishing to have a forever crush, a gadget you’re lusting at, a vacation you’ve been forever wishing for, a job you’ve been wanting your whole life. Look at it. Look at yourself. Everybody has one. We all have our “ONE RING” which, when worn, turns us into a monster.

As for me, I believe my one ring is a bit shallow and superficial. It may not even be a one ring for others, but that’s the main point on why it’s my one ring–because everybody else has it, but I don’t.

I love Google!Anyway, the picture probably gave it away. Yes, my one ring is a laptop. My own personal mobile computing system. Internet at my fingertips. Blogging away in some faraway land, seashore, country, continent or whatnot. It’s been forever my dream to get myself one. I vowed that when I have enough money the first thing I’d buy myself is a laptop. Whenever I go to the mall, I’d salivate looking at those laptop displays with their shiny covers, sleek streamline designs and one heck of a price tag. It’s it. It’s the one ring I was tasked to hold, but everytime I look at it, I’m tempted to wear it–to disappear from everyone’s sight and indulge in all the power, pleasure and a plethora of other things it offers.

I remember distinctly the last time I was tempted to “put on” the ring. It was in the skywalk, I borrowed a laptop from my blockmate so that I’d be able to surf and see the pictures of our class. I sat on one of the benches, put down the laptop on, well, my lap, unfolded the screen and I stopped. I stopped, yes, I sat there half-frozen, staring into my reflection on the blank screen. I was stunned. I was staring at it for so long, in my mind repeating the words “I should have you, I should have you, I should have you…” I admit it, I was an inch close into giving in to the temptation of my one ring. It was calling out to me, I could hear its voice louder than the CMC people chattering in the background… “I belong to you, you’re my master… yesss, my master… I’m your preciousssssssssss” But then, it hit me. I was jolted back into reality, thank God. I snapped out of the semi-trance I was in and continued on with my work. But still, the call of the one ring lingers on…

We all lust about some thing–sex, love, affection, the new phone, friendship, a dream job, a dream house, someone’s hug, etc. We all have our one strongest desire that we can’t quench no matter what we do. We all have this one huge button in our foreheads that can easily be pressed and we’re done for. We all have this one huge empty space in our hearts, longing to be filled in by that one thing we can’t have. It’s our weakness, and by all means I say it’s okay to lust or be tempted–after all, what constitutes the commission of a sin is not the act of being tempted, but how you react to them.

Wanna see me cry? Tell me I’m a loser because I don’t have my own laptop. Tell me how convenient the world will be if I have one of my own–how I wouldn’t have to search and borrow someone’s laptop whenever there’s a report, how I could blog anywhere there’s a wi-fi connection, how I can write my thoughts whenever I want to. Or, if your have your own laptop, wave it to my face and do the nye-nye-nye kidstuff like you mean it. You might just witness me shed a tear out of sheer envy and frustration, or I might just have to kill you and get away with your oh-so-shiny laptop. In any case, nobody wins. =P

Pardon my being materialistic. I’m just being madamoiselle in The Necklace–I feel I deserve something more. But then again, this is just a phase, so don’t mind me. Uke?!

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May Gad. What a day it is. At humigit-kumulang apat na oras pa lang ang tulog ko, at wala pa ata akong planong matulog.

Nu ba kasi nangyari today? Well, nag-volunteer lang naman ang Journ152 Public Relations Class namin sa Pasig River Marathon kanina. We had to be there at 4am so all of us practically didn’t sleep, which translates to “lahat kami bangag”.

So pagdating namin sa venue, hanap agad ng classmates! After a while Ate Lois briefed us on our first assignment, to man the baggage counter booth. Some of us went to the check-in counter to man the station, while most of us did our own pasting of numbers on to different bags.

A little while later, we were transferred to the T-shirt booth. We were supposed to give out shirts to those who have already finished the race. Yung iba nga, aba, hindi pa nag-uumpisa race humihingi na ng shirt, umaambisyon! Aba binigyan nga namin ng straight english, “Sir, I’m sorry but we’ll only be releasing shirts after the race.” Ayun natahimik. Hehe… Di ata kinaya ang lumelevel-up naming english kuno. =P

Nung umpisa, andali pa ng trabaho eh. Nag-pa-pack kami ng sorta-relief goods para sa tumakbo ng isang milyong milya aka the 42-kilometer marathon race. Eggs, Oranges and Bananas ang nasa bawat loot bag. Madali lang kasi assembly line. But then a few minutes later aba, may tapos na mag-race! Ambibilis! Parang mga may pakpak at lumipad ata yung mga yun eh! So nagkumahog naman kami na bigyan sila ng shirts. May mga tumakbo ng 3K, 5K at 10K at lahat sila bibigyan ng shirt.

So una madali na naman, onti pa lang kasi ang nakakatapos. Tapos maya-maya walanjo, stampede na!!! Talagang nagdagsaan na ang mga tao para kumuha ng tshirt kaya nawala na rin yung sistema namin na iba-ibang lanes for different kilometer races. Yung iba nga nagagalit na samin pag pinapalipat namin sila ng lane, ang haba daw ng pinila nila. Aba sungit! Sarap dunggulin! Sabi ba naman, “It’s your job to take care of us, to give us what we paid for. Ang haba ng pinila namin, sabi nila dito daw ang pila, tapos palilipatin nyo kami?!” Aba yung isa ngang manang na kasama namin sinungitan siya. Haha, di nakuha sa sungit, sabi ko na lang “sorry po sir, pero volunteers lang rin po kami dito…” sabay bigay ng shirt at ayun, umalis na ang loko!

Halfway sa pamimigay ng shirts, biglang may umeksenang mahaderang manang na official kuno nung event. Aba at biglang sinugod yung lane namin, tas pinagduduro yung number nung isang racer. Sabi ba naman, “Hala! Hala kayo!! May tatak na received na yan!!! Bakit nyo binibigyan ng shirt?! Yang mga may tatak na yan nabigyan na yan sa school nila ng shirt?!! Bakit nyo binibigyan ulet??!!” Aba at nung una eh nanliit kaming mga sinigawan niya pero maya-maya, natauhan kami, kasi walanjo wala namang sinabi samin na ganun pala yun. Aba, tinaray-tarayan nga namin, lalo na nung si Kuya Rowel na handler namin. Talagang nag-ala ghetto sya, kulang na lang yung finger tsaka body sway and *snap snap snap*. Tapos kumuha pa yung babae ng megaphone to announce nga na di bibigyan yung mga may tatak. Pero tuloy pa rin ang pakikipag-away namin, tas binigyan namin ng isang, “Ate, mga taga-UP kami, hindi naman siguro kami tanga na bibigyan namin yang mga may tatak na yan kung sinabi samin na huwag bigyan diba?!”. Pero ayaw magpatinag ng lola mo. Sabi ko nga, “Ate, mag-isa ka lang nagsasabi na nasabihan kami. Lahat kami dito sinasabi sayo HINDI KAMI SINABIHAN.” Ayun, takbo na lang ang mahaderang manang dun sa baggage counter.

Edi ayun na nga. ANLAKING trobol. Nagkulang yung shirts na ipapamigay kasi nga naibigay dun sa mga may shirts na pala. CRISIS PR in real time! Talagang hindi namin alam kung pano haharapin yung racers, nawala ang pagka-PR Class at MassComm students namin, kasi talagang hindi namin sila maharap para kaming susugurin at kukuyugin! Eh wala naman kaming magawa, kasi volunteers lang kami. Ginagawa lang naman namin kung ano yung sinabi samin, at kung ano yung hindi sinabi, aba, that’s the least of our problems.

Buti na lang separate yung shirts for 42K runners. Dun na lang kami lumevel-up, talagang pag may dumating na 42K runner todo spiel at performance level kami ng “Congratulations on finishing the race!” at “You’re. So. Great!” na may complete cheering moves pa, hehe. Talagang di namin pinansin yung mga ‘di 42K.

Buti na lang maya-maya, may dumating na official from the event tas sila kumausap. At least tinantanan na kami. Kami kasi talaga yung namumura, eh mga munting angel lang naman kaming walang langit… hehehe…

Pagdating tuloy ni Ma’am Tessa, prof namin sa PR, talagang todo iyak kami sa kanya kuno, hehe… nagsusumbong sa nanay kasi inaaway mga anak nya, hehehe… Sabay sabi, “Ma’am kasi, di pa kami tinuruan ng Crisis PR eh!” Hehe…

After ma-resolve yung conflict, ayun tuloy lang kami sa pagseserve ng 42K runners na talaga namang inubos ang boses at energy naming lahat. I remember distinctly may isang foreigner sabi nya nawala daw yung medal nya. So ako naman sabi ko kay Ma’am Tess, “Ma’am, she lost her medal daw po!” Nyahahahaha riot kasi lalaki yung foreigner. Bumaha tuloy ng dugo sa booth namin galing sa ilong ko. =P

Note lang, grabe talaga energy ng mga taga-MassComm, sobrang taas at sobrang nakakahawa. Grabe. I so love my College. I belong here! Sabi nga nung isang volunteer na kasama namin sa superior nya, “Ma’am, kahapon pa’ko hindi natutulog, pero dahil sa kanila talagang nabubuhayan ako ng dugo!” Awwwww… salamat ate!

Moral Lesson of this experience:

  • Madaming asshole sa mundo. Well, di nila kasi naiintindihan yung sitwasyon kaya nagmumukha silang asshole.
  • Mahirap mag-volunteer. True. Sobrang totoo. Nagvovolunteer ka na nga lang, kaw pa yung namumura, napapagalitan na akala mo you’re not doing a good job. Sabi nung isang racer, “nagbayad kami rito so dapat nakukuha namin yung binayad namin!” Sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko, “kami nga ‘di binabayaran eh, pero eto kami naglilingkod sa inyo…” Grabe, no good deed goes unpunished talaga.
  • Sa pagvovolunteer, kailangan alam mo na sasabak ka sa isang napaka-physically, emotionally and psychologically draining na task. Buti na lang nanjan ang mga classmates ko na talaga namang they kept my spirit alive despite the many trials and tribulations. Hehe… GO UP MASSCOMM!!!

Hay Lord, salamat sa energy, salamat sa fun-filled day na kahit puno ng tensyon, sobrang enriching na experience naman. Lord, thanks din sa Kuya ko na hinatid at sinundo ako! Salamat po sa araw na’to!

Sa susunod ulit!!! Tsaka na pictures, di pa inuupload ni laurice eh. Hehe…

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Itanong nyo na lang kung anong masamang hangin ang nagdala sa’kin dito sa blog ko para mag-blog ulit.

Okay, sige, basahin nyo na lang.

My Kuya and I have been whining about this for quite some time now. Ever since we caught wind of this news, we never stopped ranting about it.

Campus Radio stoops down the level of a thousand leagues below sea water and reincarnates into…

janjarananjanaaaan!

Barangay LS.

Forever!

Can anyone get any cornier than this? I mean, to whose stupid mind can we attribute this dastardly deed? Just when I was beginning to re-love LS, this happens.

When I was a kid, I started listening to Kool 106 (haha, reveal na ang katandaan). Then Kool shut down so I shifted to Magic 89.9 until I grew teen. Recently, I got re-introduced to Campus Radio because of my Kuya. I totally loved Campus Radio, as in. As in I don’t listen to any station other than LS.

Then LS betrays us?! Just leaves us hanging off the air?! (Quite literally at that) And the worse of all, LS didn’t leave us for something better. LS left us for something far worse than kukurukuku and kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan. (Barangay LS?!! Forever??!! Hellooooo???!!!)

Hmph. Time to look for a new radio station that won’t leave us hanging.

RX perhaps.

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