Listening to nothing
These are my choices. Enjoy...
ADAN CATEGORY
Most Popular - ann r. & allen a.
Best Smile - lorraine m. & paul a.
Clown - alexis m. & addie r.
Most Talkative - kathleen p. & tediocarm m.
Most Spirited - krystle a. & ernesto s.
Photogenic - stephanie v. & chris b.
Best Personality - kathy i. & ken p.
Most Athletic - rhia r. & owen v.
Flirt - jehan a. & jonas e.
Daydreamer - dianne b. & adonis e.
Most Talented - valerie a. & vesper e.
Party Animal - kat m. & aris a.
Most Likely to be Late- gail r. & jon d.
ACTING CATEGORY
Best Actor ----- Paul B.
Best Actress ----- Ann R.
Most Improved Actor/Actress ----- Chris B. / Rowena B.
Best Extra ----- Emil V.
Best Cameo ----- Alexis M.
Philippine Cultural Showcase CATEGORY
PCS MVP ----- Gerald P.
PCS Overall ----- Joel H.
PCS Freshmen Star ----- Ann R.
PCS Stars ----- Everyone!!!
Monday, April 28, 2003
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Listening to the sounds of clapping, the sounds of cheering, the sounds of deep sighs of relief...
...it's finally over. The world can begin to turn in one uni-directional way because I'll have so much time to work on papers, projects, and attempt a successful graduation. The reality of life is fading in with much stress, much frustration, and a deliverance into the world we call employment. No more weekly events, no more general or cabinet meetings, no more hanging out in front of the union, no more calls asking if i could help with a certain event, no more making new friends year after year, no more late night outings trying to study for exams, no more assignments that is graded. The shows belong on stage, and I belong in the audience now. Give or take about three years, my presence will fade out of existence, and a new glow will succeed thee.
For you readers, this last month is it. Day by day I will be under stress, excitement, sadness, enjoyment, relief, disappointment, frustration, happiness for the next couple of days. This is for each an every one of you.
Ted M., Jonas E., Jerry M., Irene B., Paulo C., Aris A., Marius B., Gerald P., Anthony B., Kat M., Ann R., Chris B., Kathleen P., Jon D., Dre A., Nate C., Vesper E., Paul A., Allen A., Alan C., Justin E., Alexis M., Krystle A., Adan S., DiAnne B., Rhia R., Addie R., Aldrich S., and so many more...Thank You.
All of you people in PCS 2003 Cast and Crew made my script come alive...Thank You.
...it's finally over. The world can begin to turn in one uni-directional way because I'll have so much time to work on papers, projects, and attempt a successful graduation. The reality of life is fading in with much stress, much frustration, and a deliverance into the world we call employment. No more weekly events, no more general or cabinet meetings, no more hanging out in front of the union, no more calls asking if i could help with a certain event, no more making new friends year after year, no more late night outings trying to study for exams, no more assignments that is graded. The shows belong on stage, and I belong in the audience now. Give or take about three years, my presence will fade out of existence, and a new glow will succeed thee.
For you readers, this last month is it. Day by day I will be under stress, excitement, sadness, enjoyment, relief, disappointment, frustration, happiness for the next couple of days. This is for each an every one of you.
Ted M., Jonas E., Jerry M., Irene B., Paulo C., Aris A., Marius B., Gerald P., Anthony B., Kat M., Ann R., Chris B., Kathleen P., Jon D., Dre A., Nate C., Vesper E., Paul A., Allen A., Alan C., Justin E., Alexis M., Krystle A., Adan S., DiAnne B., Rhia R., Addie R., Aldrich S., and so many more...Thank You.
All of you people in PCS 2003 Cast and Crew made my script come alive...Thank You.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Listening to the PCS 2003 Cha-Cha Mix
What does P.C.N. really mean to me?
PCN is more than just the practice and the ability to put on a student show. Everyone believes that we are enthusiastic about such a show because we get to put on a show about the ethnicity that we call Filipino. The different shows that I watch around the bay area portray their own story, their own behind the scene look at the preparation of stress, frustration, and drama. Believe me, I've had my share of yelling words. I just want to believe PCN is a time, or era, for students to come together and find their identity through interaction.
Why I am the last to leave P.C.N. practices?
With the consideration to give others their chance to do their stuff for the show, I will grant them their wish. I don't mind be the last group to practice because I know I'll get everything done because there's no one waiting for their practice. However, the dancers that are in Singkil must wait along with me to put the dance into perfection. I apologize, yet live with it. Blah!!!
Where does my drive to do P.C.N. come from?
Creative arts is my hidden interest. When I was doing Lighting last year, I just wanted to push the technician off the balcony and deal with the lighting board. Or when I was backstage in PCN1998, I was so into my spot that I made the actual backstage postings. Every page lamenated for both stage left AND stage right. Along with stage movement, the power to be on a headset and take charge of my StageRight Ready crew was amazing. I remember my crew that year, and they're just all gone now. After that year, I turned to dancing. I felt pressured into doing the dancing because the alumni were all moving on. And when that came into affect, everyone was gone except for me, a couple of old schoolers, and our newest advisor. My drive is probably never going to stop, even through Ang Ninong has been written. There's so much more to conquer, especially perfecting my acting.
Is this my last P.C.N.?
I would love for it to be my last. I have Barangay to dance with. And when I do dance with them, I can possibly teach Akbayan new/old dances. Plus, I have something to put my efforts into, besides work. Duh! She's worth the effort. AIVY ROMA. Don't worry about those, as your dad would put it, hoochies. I think that's what he said.
Yawn. bye now.
What does P.C.N. really mean to me?
PCN is more than just the practice and the ability to put on a student show. Everyone believes that we are enthusiastic about such a show because we get to put on a show about the ethnicity that we call Filipino. The different shows that I watch around the bay area portray their own story, their own behind the scene look at the preparation of stress, frustration, and drama. Believe me, I've had my share of yelling words. I just want to believe PCN is a time, or era, for students to come together and find their identity through interaction.
Why I am the last to leave P.C.N. practices?
With the consideration to give others their chance to do their stuff for the show, I will grant them their wish. I don't mind be the last group to practice because I know I'll get everything done because there's no one waiting for their practice. However, the dancers that are in Singkil must wait along with me to put the dance into perfection. I apologize, yet live with it. Blah!!!
Where does my drive to do P.C.N. come from?
Creative arts is my hidden interest. When I was doing Lighting last year, I just wanted to push the technician off the balcony and deal with the lighting board. Or when I was backstage in PCN1998, I was so into my spot that I made the actual backstage postings. Every page lamenated for both stage left AND stage right. Along with stage movement, the power to be on a headset and take charge of my StageRight Ready crew was amazing. I remember my crew that year, and they're just all gone now. After that year, I turned to dancing. I felt pressured into doing the dancing because the alumni were all moving on. And when that came into affect, everyone was gone except for me, a couple of old schoolers, and our newest advisor. My drive is probably never going to stop, even through Ang Ninong has been written. There's so much more to conquer, especially perfecting my acting.
Is this my last P.C.N.?
I would love for it to be my last. I have Barangay to dance with. And when I do dance with them, I can possibly teach Akbayan new/old dances. Plus, I have something to put my efforts into, besides work. Duh! She's worth the effort. AIVY ROMA. Don't worry about those, as your dad would put it, hoochies. I think that's what he said.
Yawn. bye now.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
Listening to the sounds of computer fans running
"The glowing feeling is a floating feeling when you know that everything is in awe. The overwhelming sigh of relief when you catch a glimpse of a picture, the swift image in your minds imagination, the immediate hair-raising experience from a light touch, and possibly the simple breath of common fragrance that both take in. The cloud walking seems endless. Most words are better portrayed and exampled through physical being, seeing, and believing. The doing, instead of saying, makes an enormous difference when the sake of happiness and sadness is set on fantasy."
"The glowing feeling is a floating feeling when you know that everything is in awe. The overwhelming sigh of relief when you catch a glimpse of a picture, the swift image in your minds imagination, the immediate hair-raising experience from a light touch, and possibly the simple breath of common fragrance that both take in. The cloud walking seems endless. Most words are better portrayed and exampled through physical being, seeing, and believing. The doing, instead of saying, makes an enormous difference when the sake of happiness and sadness is set on fantasy."
Monday, April 14, 2003
You make me happy. When I'm feeling that small feeling of blah-ness, you know exactly how to cheer me up. Sometimes your presence alone is the greatest way to relieve me of my stresses. The time that we've been together has been nothing but smiles. And now I know that we have the ability to have arguments, we know we're not a perfect thing. The communication between the two of us is constant. The sharing of food, the domestic shopping, the nightlife that we have, or should I say sitting on my couch watching television and/or reading US Weekly, FHM, Maxim, The Wave, etc. According to most couples, anniversaries are a major part in relationships. As a two-person relationship, we rarely figure the amount of time in our stuff, but for some reason, the thought of time is worth the while. The last four months have been the experience of a lifetime. I would like to believe that I know you and you know me, but I know there's so much to learn from each other. The trust and honesty will continue to last in this thing. Every hug, every kiss, and every time I swipe my fingers slowly across your cheek is physical significance. The most profound, emotional contact I give is simply the way our eyes look into each. You unlock the greatest things about me. From the beginning, I said I need you. And I DO.
Happy 4-Months...sheesh. Corny!?
Happy 4-Months...sheesh. Corny!?
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
I HATE WRITING PAPERS. Let's list all the things that I'd rather do then write a paper. Specifically, an easy paper that is ONLY 5-pages long. AHHHHHHHHH!
I would rather...
...study for a test than write a paper.
...not eat for a whole day than write a paper.
...run in a bahog through school than write a paper.
...give up socom for a day than write a paper.
...clean both my bathrooms than write a paper.
Why can't papers be like blogs? This is the last time I procrastinate. It is kind of hard to say that now because I'm graduating in 2-months. The worst thing about tonight is that I finished both paper and powerpoint presentations easily, but the printing really irked me. In addition, my brother was laying down to sleep...BEFORE ME! How annoying. I dislike hearing people sleep when I can't. I blame myself for this happening. I could have done this project a long time ago, but my education has gotten the better end on this one. I let it slap me around like a biz-nam. I deserve it, life has taken me by the balls, and decided to let them get squeezed before they pop them. Metaphorically speaking, as usual, I'm tired, cranky, frustrated, angry, and damn-near ready to pick up my printer and throw it on the ground as hard as I can. It is kind of like how Michael Bolton felt, in Office Space, when that damn machine didn't work on him. I just want to go into the field and beat down my printer with a bat. I feel violent right now.
I would rather...
...study for a test than write a paper.
...not eat for a whole day than write a paper.
...run in a bahog through school than write a paper.
...give up socom for a day than write a paper.
...clean both my bathrooms than write a paper.
Why can't papers be like blogs? This is the last time I procrastinate. It is kind of hard to say that now because I'm graduating in 2-months. The worst thing about tonight is that I finished both paper and powerpoint presentations easily, but the printing really irked me. In addition, my brother was laying down to sleep...BEFORE ME! How annoying. I dislike hearing people sleep when I can't. I blame myself for this happening. I could have done this project a long time ago, but my education has gotten the better end on this one. I let it slap me around like a biz-nam. I deserve it, life has taken me by the balls, and decided to let them get squeezed before they pop them. Metaphorically speaking, as usual, I'm tired, cranky, frustrated, angry, and damn-near ready to pick up my printer and throw it on the ground as hard as I can. It is kind of like how Michael Bolton felt, in Office Space, when that damn machine didn't work on him. I just want to go into the field and beat down my printer with a bat. I feel violent right now.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Listening to Is It My Imagination : Roselle Nava
"This amazing, yet mindset has gone through my mind ever since the past days, months, minutes, seconds the moment one deciphers such a feeling of agnax. The written words, phrases, scenes that portray such a feeling that won't give a hoot in the future. These will be something that you can actually say that you've felt that certain way. Over and over scanning a bunch of triesen that are more profound than chronological. Look into your hearts, your minds, your soul and let us know what made you feel that way. The greatest part about such jibber, you can analyze your own life, find out who you really are. There is going to be a time when you are going to look into the mirror and figure out who is that person looking back at you. Saying not that this method will leave a mark, but it could certainly make you think. Read on and let go of the reality and concrete life. Close such eyes, remember the why, instead of the what. The who is less than important for the how it could of been. The adjustment in golbing may be different for many to imagine."
Contemplate: Don't mix inner thoughts with external dialogue. If you interconnect, then frustrations, conflict pours from.
Meaning: We use Internet journal attire to vent, talk, and/or explain our daily acquisitions or detrements. These are inner thoughts. Let people think the way they want, and if you get offended, think about why they think that way. Maybe, just maybe you'll find the answer deep into the hybo-globen.
"This amazing, yet mindset has gone through my mind ever since the past days, months, minutes, seconds the moment one deciphers such a feeling of agnax. The written words, phrases, scenes that portray such a feeling that won't give a hoot in the future. These will be something that you can actually say that you've felt that certain way. Over and over scanning a bunch of triesen that are more profound than chronological. Look into your hearts, your minds, your soul and let us know what made you feel that way. The greatest part about such jibber, you can analyze your own life, find out who you really are. There is going to be a time when you are going to look into the mirror and figure out who is that person looking back at you. Saying not that this method will leave a mark, but it could certainly make you think. Read on and let go of the reality and concrete life. Close such eyes, remember the why, instead of the what. The who is less than important for the how it could of been. The adjustment in golbing may be different for many to imagine."
Contemplate: Don't mix inner thoughts with external dialogue. If you interconnect, then frustrations, conflict pours from.
Meaning: We use Internet journal attire to vent, talk, and/or explain our daily acquisitions or detrements. These are inner thoughts. Let people think the way they want, and if you get offended, think about why they think that way. Maybe, just maybe you'll find the answer deep into the hybo-globen.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Listening to Your Call : 6th Day : 127am
Thanks Allen -
"An aroma lingers through aimless rays.(biscuits smell good)
Looking through a profound wall.(the oven wall that u use to make biscuits)
My borders and limits see past nothing. (Cuz the oven light isn't on...u can't see the biscuits)
Understand not only the outside.(the inside tastes jus as good as the outside)
Watch and see what I cannot give.(your broke...so that's y your cookin biscuits instead of buying em)
One song of hope will appear."(thats the Mmmmm song that u make when u eat the freakin biscuits)
...hilarious.
'Today, I was sitting with the rest of the hungry humans, waiting for primitive settings to become present.
Picnics are always a good way to become better acquainted with people that tend to want more than just practices. Though, it was the concluding event of such a week, we are back to a realistic being that we find ourselves captured by the roots of our heritage. As one conversation goes on to another, my response to such a topic was that this new thing has become to trendy that I only wish to continue in such a place that is cherishable. My resignation toward this well-developed venting machine is not even close for me. The feeling of stardom overwhelms me when words are proclaimed that brought something to people that only few knew of. The credit goes to the few who knew, but the many who know, will guarantee that their lives are better understood.'
Meaning...
Journal entries are the 'new' thing. They've been around for so long though. And if one person can honestly say that I was the one who help start the fad, the power to you. I'm not the only one. Truthfully, my entries are nothing more than possible spoken word pieces, gibberish, senseless poetry, and scrambled messages to readers. That's it.
Thanks Allen -
"An aroma lingers through aimless rays.(biscuits smell good)
Looking through a profound wall.(the oven wall that u use to make biscuits)
My borders and limits see past nothing. (Cuz the oven light isn't on...u can't see the biscuits)
Understand not only the outside.(the inside tastes jus as good as the outside)
Watch and see what I cannot give.(your broke...so that's y your cookin biscuits instead of buying em)
One song of hope will appear."(thats the Mmmmm song that u make when u eat the freakin biscuits)
...hilarious.
'Today, I was sitting with the rest of the hungry humans, waiting for primitive settings to become present.
Picnics are always a good way to become better acquainted with people that tend to want more than just practices. Though, it was the concluding event of such a week, we are back to a realistic being that we find ourselves captured by the roots of our heritage. As one conversation goes on to another, my response to such a topic was that this new thing has become to trendy that I only wish to continue in such a place that is cherishable. My resignation toward this well-developed venting machine is not even close for me. The feeling of stardom overwhelms me when words are proclaimed that brought something to people that only few knew of. The credit goes to the few who knew, but the many who know, will guarantee that their lives are better understood.'
Meaning...
Journal entries are the 'new' thing. They've been around for so long though. And if one person can honestly say that I was the one who help start the fad, the power to you. I'm not the only one. Truthfully, my entries are nothing more than possible spoken word pieces, gibberish, senseless poetry, and scrambled messages to readers. That's it.
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