Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Scratch… YOUR FACE!




According to my professor,
civilizations start from scratch.





THE HELL I CARE???????!!!!!!!





Oh I just hate all the damn
things about history! Crap! I mean, helloooo?!! I’m not high school anymore!
Would I be successful in my future career if I know whom Hatshepsut is? Or if I
know how the weather affected their civilization? Or if GL’s height, if you
turn it up-side down, is equal to the pyramid? Or if there is a similarity
between a KETTLE and a CATTLE? NO! NO! NO!





Be fair! As if we learned?!





Back to Earth.





Cheering practice ended around 15
minutes to 10PM, so that means I’m so, so, so tired. Though we haven’t shaken
our muscles ultimately, I still feel exhausted. Maybe because I was sick a
couple of days ago.





Tomorrow, hopefully, our
postponed DJ-ing would be resumed. I’m itching to do my part! Lol!





I think I should sleep now.





This night’s actually a bad night
for me.





Because of
she-who-must-not-be-named… and yOU!!! Amfff!!!!





Can’t help but remember my old
professor’s line:



“…if I would see her, I’ll
SCRATCH her face…”





Amfff!!!!







Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I miss…



Still sick.





This day had been a total rest
day for yours truly. I had almost 14 hours of traveling at dreamland. Side
effect: I’m a hooching owl now, eyes widely open.





I admit…





I missed MIDAS. I haven’t seen
the whole true gang since Thursday of last week. I hope they’re all OK – unlike
me here.





I missed the Pep Squad. The
non-stop laughing and bonding while cracking bones and splitting muscles.
Though today’s rehearsals was cancelled, I still miss being with them. I really
do.





I missed PLM. The reason? Hell I
don’t know why! Its just that it feels like I’ve been away from it for a couple
of days now, and my senses are craving to at least have a glance on its gates.
Lol.





I forgot to tell you last
Saturday night. While I was desperately looking for a clean sheet of scratch
paper, I accidentally found my Journal notebook way back in my 2nd year High
School
days. And bloody hell – I write awful!
Wahaha… But there were things I wrote there which caught my interest, and I
decided to post it here one of these days. So… watch out – but don’t expect
much.





That’s it I think.








Monday, January 29, 2007

So, so sick.



I’m sick. Period.





I don’t have much to say right
now, except that I am sick, sick, sick.





I’ll be resting early tonight.





Keyboard drop!






P.S.


I hope the team would be like
this:





The UST Salinggawi Dance Troupe







Sunday, January 28, 2007

Baptismal of the Beloved



Another day to rejoice – no
classes!





For the third time this week
since Thursday, I transformed into a mall rat. And for the first time, my beloved
brown Havaianas Top was baptized! But with two very not-so-pleasurable circumstances,
my day’s stroll would’ve been ruined! These were:





1. Someone [for heaven’s sake!]
stepped unto my left foot! And worse, it left a sticky, bubblegum-ish matter on
my sandals! Thank God tissue was invented…



2. I tripped after I leapt off
from a jeepney ride. And mind you, I felt the strangest friction ever! Asphalt,
rubber, and skin!





Well, I guess it’s bedtime for me
now. I’ll be having a stressful day tomorrow I think. Because its… “5, 6, 7, 8!
Dip, dip… up!” time once again.





By the way, before my keyboard
drop, I saw One-Six again before I went home – but not vice versa.








Saturday, January 27, 2007

I Reckon…



This is my day of reckoning…





I reckon I’ll be quite fine on
the coming days – the usual me, moving on. Though the pleasures of continuing
what I believe is right is overflowing, I still can’t find the right reason to go
on. Until…






Yeah! Cinema 7 at toot-toot Mall
at toot-toot! I was with toot-toot – and it was one bloody hell experience for
me!





Take note, for the first time
since the past few months i-don’t-know-when-actually, someone touched Room 143
of my beloved heart. Yes, I’m talking about yOU – no, not yOu, for I know I’ll
get over you, just wait and see -, yes yOU! Thank you so much for your time,
and for making me believe [again…] that you don’t need commitment to
show/express love [if that’s what yOU call it…]. Thank you because you reminded
me that love is still lingering in the air, waiting to swoosh you to CHILLNESS.
Thank you for letting me know that I am special… that I exist… that I am loved.
Your simple yet sweet cuddles were enough to revive my dying heart. Thank yOU.





Switch thoughts.





I reckon that if ever the CMC Pep
Squad would somehow unite as one and practice hard, then our likeness would be
similar to these two:





The Adamson Pep Squad


The Ateneo Blue Babble Battalion



We, us and the other two teams I
introduced above, have one thing in common… of course not the color BLUE… we
improve.















Friday, January 26, 2007

Happy Birthday Mama!



The Phoenix arose again from the burning depths.





Earth speak: I’m back to my senses.





Due to boredom earlier because I
don’t have a class, my shopaholic side itched! So what I did was I snatched my
bathing gizmos and sped off to the bathroom and bathe myself. Then I put on a
pair of flaunt clothes and headed immediately to Ayala Town Center! Guess what I bought?! These:





Yeah! I’ve been drooling over to
this pair of Havaianas ages ago! Now I finally got one! After days, weeks, and
months of saving, resaving, thinking, rethinking, deciding, and re-deciding.





After I indulged my itching shopaholic
side of that treat, I headed to a new destination to satisfy more my eagerness
to stroll. Next stop was Festival Mall. The usual thing, I window shopped to
almost all my favorite boutiques and shops before I finally realized that my
stomach’s already rumbling – “WE NEED FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!”, says my stomach. So I
stopped at the nearest fast-food I saw, which was Jolibee, and ordered the
first thing that popped my mind. While eating and texting, I thought to satisfy
my craving to unwind even more. And so afterwards, I ended up at the ticket
booth, buying tickets for the last full show of the Night At The Museum movie.





Then I went home, now I’m
blogging.





But I haven’t forgot the most
important thing of today…





Happy Birthday Mama!





I love you so much! Thank you for
everything! You’re the best mom in the world! I’m the luckiest son there is
just to have you by my side! You rock! May God continue to shower you good
health and blessings – may you continue being a blessing for everyone else
around you.





I love you Mama!










Thursday, January 25, 2007

Phoenix




Phoenix


Like the Phoenix, I have risen


again from the ashes,



withstanding the flame



that engulfed my senses –



now I’m reborn.






Unlike the Phoenix, I have



a BIG heart,



wounded and striving



to endure the pain –



now I’m still healing.






I’m fierce like a Phoenix



but I’m weak like everybody else.







Phoenix




From the ashes, I am reborn...


(Disclaimer: Please bear with me, I only know basics of Photoshop. This one's part of my newbie attempts. :P)

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Rainbow



The Rainbow



When was the last time you ever
saw an actual rainbow?





Rainbow
is actually an optical and a meteorological phenomenon, which causes nearly
continuous spectrum of light to appear in the sky when the Sun shines onto the
droplets of moisture in the Earth’s atmosphere. It forms a multicolored arc,
where the infamous children memorization took place – ROY G. BIV.





The
colors Red, Orange,
Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet are the traditional colors of the
sequence that is commonly sighted by spectators.





These
seven popular, distinct colors mirror the environment of today.





Red.
This bright, hot color may pertain to the beautiful and sweetness manifestation
of flowers. Flowers, when scientifically thought of, are the reproducing agents
of a plant – which signifies fertility and rebirth. In human aspect, such
blossoms are used to signify true love, where Roses are the superstar. Red
simply symbolizes the loving nature of every species alive in the environment –
fertility, love, and rebirth.





Orange. This intense
color may pertain to the lusciousness of a plant’s fruit. Fruits represent the
materialism of people. Like the normal society of today, whenever someone has
something new, that someone never hesitates to flaunt – which leads to pride.
Like gold, they take such possessions as precious ones. Orange signifies the materialistic nature of
the people of the present – proud and with pride.





Yellow.
This dazzling color may pertain to the Sun’s rays that shower Earth from
morning till it sets. In Mathematical point of view, a ray starts at one point,
and then goes on forever in one direction. If applied to humans, the Sun’s rays
represent the never-ending needs and wants. At one point there is contentment,
then follows crave – jealousy in short. Yellow represents the unlimited needs
and wants of the populace – contentment defied by jealousy.





Green.
This relaxing color may pertain to the lushness of leaves from trees. When a
tree blossoms with brilliant green leaves, it means that the tree is growing
healthy. And at the same time, the food production that takes place is
affluent. These leaves mirror a person’s wealth. Like in a tree, you are
wealthy if you are leafy. Green symbolizes man’s greatest possession in the
living world – health and wealth.





Blue.
This calm, cold color may pertain to Earth’s bodies of water. Like a river’s
running water, the human mind is peaceful if it is not shallow. Water cradled
lives way back centuries ago, yet water still remains as source of life up to
now. Blue signifies the tranquil side of the human race – a peaceful life with
depth wisdom.





Indigo.
This serene, semi-dark color may pertain to the uprising technology boost of
the century. Technology tends to alter everything that remained constant for
years. And such modifications results to inconsistent effects to nature. The
never-ending face-lift of Earth affects millions of living inhabitants, whether
doer or not. Indigo represents the only thing constant in human life – changes.





Violet.
This dark, composed color may pertain to the number one effect of Earth’s
transformation from Jurassic to Materialistic – pollution. Due to constant
technology enhancements, natural resources thin in number and decreases life
rate. The ultimate risk of advancement is the dying natural world. Violet
symbolizes the ending of all living things – death and decay.





The
rainbow exudes these seven characteristics of the environment of today. From
the ability to love, to the satisfaction of being proud, to having
insecurities, to having a balanced health and wealth, to living at peace, to
evolution, and to death itself – that is the mystery behind the rainbow. It
only matters to the spectator whether on what color he would want to
concentrate on, or deal with every color everyday.





Now,
when was the last time you related your life to a rainbow?





And it goes on…



There’s nothing more to say…
you’re making me feel worse.





I’m just glad I have my family
and some true friends that serve as my columns to lean on and my oxygen tank to
let me continue breathing. You know who you are, no need to say compliments.





When would this stress end? When?
Damn.





I miss writing… writing without
having you in it.





There’s nothing more to say… you’re
making me feel stupid.








P.S.



Hell-O, this is getting worse.









Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The Hurt




I’m hurting – inside out.





My body – specifically my upper
thighs, lower back, lower abs, and shoulders – aches due to cheering practices
for two days straight.





My heart – specifically the side
where you were in – aches due to disregarding from someone for two days
straight.





Both really hurts – particularly
my heart.








P.S.



Hell-O, now what?












Monday, January 22, 2007

Ready?! OK!



Dapitan Sports Complex, 9:00 AM
to 4:00 PM.





Ready?! OK!





1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…



8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…





Clap, Clasp, Left K, Right K, Left Punch, Right Punch, Left L, Right L, T, Broken T, High V, Low V, Candle Stick, Bucket…





That describes my first training
day for our pep squad this school year.





Out of 25 members, 18 attendees stretched,
danced, strutted, jumped, and cheered earlier for 7 hours, not-so-straight.





And for the first time since I
don’t know when, I felt really, really exhausted. After the practice hours, I
went straight home. I slept for two hours, relaxed my shocked muscles for a
while.





The result of the almost-whole
day of practice: aching muscle on the upper part of my right knee and both my
shoulders.





Oh I miss the good old days of
our cheering practices!





I hope the team this year would
be bonded like how we were before.





Ready?! OK!





Keyboard drop!










P.S.



Hell-O, why are we stepping back?









The Firsts. Our Firsts.




Disclaimer: This blog entry was
intended to be posted last Saturday night, but due to some mushy reasons, yours
truly did not have the time to do so. :P





The First Time We Texted





You got mad because of Friendster
thingy. I apologized for a couple of days, dreading that the new found bonding
would end with just a snap of a finger – or a click of a mouse. But heaven
sided on me, you texted back, the conversation began… and I started to like
you.





The First Time We Talked





I was shocked when I saw your
name flashing on my phone, the green sign projecting saying that I should
answer the call. We talked for 3 minutes, we were both speechless. But those
moments brought butterflies in my stomach, those were rare instances in my life
which I would never forget – that heart-pounding 3 minutes of simple,
speechless conversation. Then my liking intensified… I began to fall.





The First Time We Met





It was like a bucketful of ice
cold water was thrown into my senses – you made me totally stiff, awestruck by
your mere presence. If I remember it right, I was blood-red the whole time
we’re together – blood-red for blushing. When we finally got the privacy and
the precious chance to talk heart-to-heart, I was looking deep within you
through your eyes. And mind you, those were also rare instances in my life that
I would treasure. Though we only had a couple of hours to secretly stare, text,
and talk with each other when we were together, still nothing has changed… only
my feelings for you… I fell even deeper.





The First Time We…





…I hope one day, I could fill up
this empty spaces







I think I’m falling, falling in
love with you.



And I don’t, I don’t know what to
do.



I’m afraid you’ll turn away, but
I’ll say it anyway.



I think I’m falling for you.



I’m falling for you.








P.S.



Hell-O, I’m serious.








Saturday, January 20, 2007

Something like being Selfish




Something like…





One day, I’ll wake up from
dreamland with nothing but my love – nothing but this.





Reality-check.





I had my pa-gwapo haircut earlier
this afternoon, because we did not have a class for RTV. I’m quite surprised
with the turn out (and the reactions of my friends…) of it, but I love it
though. Oh, I went to school for my 5:30 PM class in Asian Civilizations. And
like my usual school-routine, I was late again for the nth time. Fortunately,
the professor was absent – unfortunately, I’ve just wasted money, effort, and
time.





By the way, tonight, I declare
the end of my Pokemon playing days/nights. Because the oh-so-stupid-ever me hit
the wrong key, instead of Load, I hit Save! That’s it! I quit!





Uncheck.





Three Black
Forest
flavored choco-pops, a CD compilation of love songs, and my
heart – as promised, I offer these to thee.





You don’t want to believe me, you
sang:



Something happens when you look
at me I forget to speak.



Something happens when you kiss
my mouth my knees get so weak.



Could it be true is this what God
has meant for me?



Cause baby I can't believe...
that something like you could happen to me.






I wanted you to believe me, I
still sing:



You can call me selfish, but all I want is your love.



You can call me hopeless, baby,
cause I’m hopelessly in love.



You can call me imperfect, but
who's perfect?



Tell me what do I gotta do…



To prove that I'm the only one
for you.



So what’s wrong with being
selfish?






Conclusion: you still don’t want
me – because you’re scared of distance.





Hope you’ll remember, that
something like me can happen to you…





Something like… me.








P.S.



Hell-O, can’t we pursue?











Friday, January 19, 2007

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk…




This is a very exhausting day –
physically and mentally!





Physically… who wouldn’t get
tired – for heaven’s sake – if you were asked to walk from PLM in Intramuros
all the way to Rajah
Sulayman Park

at Roxas Boulevard?
Duh? A couple of days ago, or I think yesterday also, a rumor about the SOCA
event was heard through the grapevine, that the said event would only take
about one and a half hour. But damn! The walking itself, if you still call it walking, was already one hour! Lucky me again, I wasn’t wearing shoes. Unlucky me
though, no attendance was checked.





Mentally… just read my previous
posts. And yes, the saga continues.





By the way, American Idol Season
6 just started yesterday, and they had a 2-hour special episode both last night
and earlier this evening. And mind you, if you need a relief and you want to
laugh, this is the show to watch! Lol!





Gotta go…










P.S.



Hell-O, why?







Thursday, January 18, 2007

Prevention is better than Cure




Oh yes, I’m the greatest
pretender ever.





I got through the whole day and
night with smiles and laughter – but deep inside I was hurting and frustrated.





Hiding such feelings allows me to
generate more energy to live my day to the fullest. But the sad part of it, at
the end of that day – after I lived it to the fullest – that feeling is the
same feeling that creeps my nerves, all the way straight to my poor heart. I
swear, if there really is a cure for this, I’ll go the nearest drugstore to
purchase it, and then I will engulf myself with a dosage that would erase this
feeling deep within me. The cure exists actually, but unfortunately, you can’t
buy it on ordinary drugstores – it is only found deep within, both from you and
from the reason of your living.





How I wish I know how to tap that
cure within me. And how I really wish I would learn this time. After all,
prevention is better than cure.







P.S.



Hell-O, can’t you see me?!






Wednesday, January 17, 2007

One-liners






It’s already 5:00 AM, and I’m
still awake.





This has been a hell day for me.





I think I’m still not in the
right frame of mind.





I’m so freaking pissed of being
like this!





The nerve-rack creeps deeper,
inch by inch.





I hate being ignored.













Save me from me, will you?








P.S.



Hell-O, I’m still here!









Tuesday, January 16, 2007

A love letter for no one



I hate being ignored.





If only I could tell you how I
feel right now, I would. If only I could be there to hold your hands, I would.
If only you would let me enter your life, I would. If only you would let me
love you, I would. If only…





Oh I just hate this feeling!
Seems like just yesterday, I’m happy being single. But now, I don’t know. I’m
shaken of the fact that I’m barely hanging on to this stupid emotion, and I
don’t know what to do about it. Guess I never learned…





All day, I longed for your
presence – your mere text message would launch a thousand thrills and chills to
my body. When will you stop ignoring my whispers of love and listen to it
intently, engulfing yourself with my offered love and devotion?





How can you not feel me? How can
you not see me? How can you not notice my outspoken words of promise? How can
you not even distinguish me from the rest – the real me?





I hate my heart. And having this
feeling for you doubles the hatred that I feel. Why? Because I admit, I still
haven’t learned.





But I won’t give up, I won’t give
up this love. And I would never, ever give up on you.





They say that in life’s subject
entitled Love, no one is an honor student. And as of now, I think I’m just a
passing student on this subject.





If you would remain still,
ignoring me…





Then this would still be…





A love letter for no one.







P.S.



Hell-O, I’m here.






Monday, January 15, 2007

From 6.7 to 3 to 1 to 16: A Two-day Blast!




I was absent last night because
of some technical [yeah…] disruptions…





One step back.





I did rock another PR reaction
paper! For my Wag The Dog written output, I got a 6.7 out of 7
as-the-highest-grade rating! My professor’s comment: good reaction paper.
Though I rocked on the paper, I sucked on our presentation! Damn! My nerves was
freaking nervous at that time! I got blacked out while saying my lines and
accidentally [ and unknowingly aloud…] said “shit!”, then peeked at my hidden
script. That was so embarrassing! I know, I’m in danger on my grade for that
very appalling performance. I’ll try my luck and do my best again next time…





After class, I went straight to SM
Mall of Asia to meet long-lost friends. T’was totally a blast! We did have a
hell lot of fun! Though we’ve only watched the Pyrolympics entry of the Philippines, in
a bad spot to make it worse, it was still worth it! I was awestruck by the
dancing lights in front of me…





But the worst amongst them all
was the time I got home. We left SM MoA around 12:30 AM, and I got home at past
3:00AM already! Imagine that! That includes hundreds of steps, wasted time for
waiting rides, and 2 inconsiderate people! Don’t want to mention names. That
experience really took me at my boiling point – I was furious! Amfff!!!!





One step forward.





Because of my super-late arrival
at home, my super-late sleep resulted to a very bad day. Though I did get to
wake up early enough to prepare for my cheering practice, I was scolded, forced
to stop preparing and stay still at home. I can’t blame them, after all, they
don’t want me to participate on the team again.





But I want to dance and cheer for
my college – nothing can stop me from doing that!





What I did was took a rest,
texted, slept, texted, stayed at our store, texted, listened to music, texted,
watched TV, texted, texted, and texted the whole day. A bit boring huh? Well
that’s my life at home – love me or hate me in that way.





Now, I just realized that last
night was my first absence for my blog. I hope it would be the first and last.





Ok, gotta sleep… still got
classes later…





Last note: before I got home last
Saturday night/Sunday early morning, I saw again One-Six! Wuhoo! :P









Mabuhay Pilipinas!




Not a very nice spot to view the Pyrolympics... but what the heck?!

Clips from the Philippine entry...

Saturday, January 13, 2007

5-6-7-8! Dip, dip… Up!




4-3-2-1! Chika-ahh!!!





Step one. Tomorrow’s the judgment
day for the employees of the Caviteño Cooperage Company – simply, our PR Case
Study. I’ll be doing an over-night, cross-fingered and crossed-toed sleep. I’m
so freaking nervous…





Step two. I got out of school
late, that means bye-bye for Alabang air-conditioned buses at Park n’ Ride, Lawton. Still, I took my
luck, I still went for it – but luck is not on my side at that time. No choice,
I went back to the underpass where I rode a jeepney going to Taft and stopped
at UN Avenue.
From there, I rode an ordinary bus – up to Pedro Gil only. I went out of it
because the bus driver is soooooo greedy, he sweeps the streetside slowly
[literally slowly…] for passengers. So I decided to unload from there and rode
another bus, this time with a driver who drives like The Flash. One minute we
were on Taft, the other minute we were already on top of the SkyWay, running
fast while the strong wind blows – and presto! Instant pimples!





Step three. I will be meeting
some long-lost friends tomorrow at SM Mall of Asia. I’m excited, but I can hide
it, wahaha… Hope our small get together would bridge the gaps that flourished
because of time.





Step four. While typing this
journal entry/blog, I’m burning an Audio CD of compiled cheerdance remixes for
our rehearsals this coming Sunday, and as requested by our woulde-be trainer.
Yes, I AM A CHEERLEADER. Can’t wait to dance, dance, dance once more!





5-6-7-8! Dip, dip… Up!





5-6-7-8! Sleep, sleep… Out!








Friday, January 12, 2007

One-Six, Oh my!





The seed that resides in me was
watered and grew once more.





Yes, apparently, fate played a
big joke in my life recently. But fate, in return, favored for me earlier today
after a series of hang-ups on previous days.





Sounds funny, but it’s true. And
I’m so freaking HAPPY about it! One and Six filled up my Yearnings today,
Ok! Lol!





Back to earth…





School was a bit rough earlier,
though I don’t really have classes, I went to school for a very difficult case
study meeting for PR. And gosh! I mean very, very difficult! Seriously! If I’m
not mistaken, this would be the first time of Midas to tackle such case study
without any essential facts dug from sources. Hope we could pull this off like
what we always do before… hawak-kamay…





Multiply’s having a problem
lately, why? Right now, I can’t post as of the moment this journal entry/blog
because a major overhaul takes place on the whole site. And this site
maintenance will touch my nerves in a little while… I NEED TO POST THIS!!!





Whew! Having a recall of what
happened today makes me blush. Wink-wink.





Translation: nadiligan si Varian.





What’s that you ask? Well, it’s
for me to know and for you to… wonder about! Don’t attempt to know it!
Wahahaha…





Pen’s dropped… or the keyboard…











Thursday, January 11, 2007

Color Me Not!




The light has shone and bended...

It hit the spectrum and revealed the secrets.

Color Me Not!









Not a really good day for me, if
you may ask…





I got home really, really tired.
Feeling stressed out, physically, emotionally and mentally – that was my drama
today. Guess this is one of those days were you just want to blow away
appalling feelings, thoughts, or if necessary, creatures. Today wasn’t really
right – my mood was not actually coping up with my nerves lately. One thing I
know and I’m proud of: I did finish my part. I know my limitations – no more,
no less.





For tonight, I downloaded the
whole B’Day album of Beyonce. I’m listening to it now while doing this journal
entry/blog, sad to say it doesn’t erase the mood that was fabricated deep in
me, it can’t be concocted.





Not a colorful day for me.





Damn.









Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Relax – before I crack!




What’s more relaxing than having
your mind at peace and your senses in touch with nature?





Yes, tranquility was my mode this
day.





I went to this village somewhere
in San Pedro, Laguna with some friends to have a soothing and calm afternoon.
All we did was talk, talk, and talk – while the cool January breeze blew unto
our faces and chilled our body. And for the first time [again…] for this year,
I did get to unwind. Away from the city squeaks, away from the tech-y
environment, away from problems – away from my usual self.





The funny thing was, I craved for
barbecue (whether isaw or pork, I don’t care!) the whole afternoon. Too bad,
there were no ihaw-ihaw stands – not even a single one, damn - on the area. So,
I just contented myself with the company of my friends, the presence of the
cozy milieu, and of course the ever-popular cam-whoring! Lol! Of course! Who on
earth would let that moment pass, where you have the perfect place for a good
pictorial and you have a camera?! I won’t! :P





Actually right now, I’m listening
to my alter-ego’s new album, I’ve just downloaded it here from someone’s
multiply site (thanks by the way… ;-}) – FutureSex/LoveSounds. And my, my, my!
I am moved by my alter-ego’s songs! I now found myself typing this journal
entry/blog while my booty shakes on my computer chair. Oh, my alter-ego is
Justin Timberlake by the way, if you may ask… [Walang kokontra! Sapok sa’kin
ang kumontra! Wahaha…]





I’ll surely miss what happened
today.





Quietude.





Serenity.





Tranquility.









Relax & Unwind




At last... another peaceful day, cozy place and cam-whoring moment.

Just relaxing before I get crack with school stuff again...

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Photoshop Magic [Click if you dare...]




Need I say more?

Tsk, tsk...

Enjoy and drool over if you want... :P

Photoshop Magic









I left dreamland around 10:30 AM
– and that means I’m in danger once again! I could have been late, but…





The best-ever, savior text
message was received by my cellphone, and it read:





CLASSES WILL BE CUT AT 1PM, AND
WILL BE RESUMED ON WEDNESDAY DUE TO QUIAPO DAY.





Whoa! Saved by the text!
Supposedly, our first (and only…) subject for the day starts at 1PM. Lucky me
again! Special thanks to Ate Jackie, Mavz and Seph for the text. Wink-wink!





I took the chance of revisiting
dreamland… and I did. While watching TV, watching our store, and when there’s
nothing to do anymore, hehe… The side-effect: my eyes are now widely-open, like
an owl! Lol!





Oh! I already finished the
outline of my assignment in MCSL – the logo. I sent it to Sky for final
touches. Hope it goes well





When I was surfing some multiply
profiles earlier, I found these pics:

















Talking about Photoshop magic,
huh? Wahahaha…





For the complete set, check out
the photo album I’ve uploaded. More evidences are in stored there, hehe…





I think that would be for now…














Monday, January 8, 2007

3G’s: Guts, Gian, Globe






Finally, my first rest day after
the classes resumed!





Funny though, here I am again in
front of the PC, nerve-wrecked because I still cannot produce a nice lay-out of
our logo! And it’s already 2:00 AM! Damn!





By the way, I was just surfing
sites earlier when I remembered that Francis Magalona has a multiply account!
Haha… I got excited and immediately proceed to the Philippine Idol official
website, where his multiply’s linked. Of course, I did some check-ups on his
account, his blogs, photos, and all. And oh my! He has an eye for the camera!
Talking about versatility of talents, right? After doing so, I clicked the
ever-so-popular-and-ever-so-functional Add As Contact on his site! The
guts! Haha… I did some explanations on why I wanted to add him, and what I
wrote would be my secret! Lol! I hope he accepts my invitation [so help me
God…].






Speaking of Philippine Idol, Gian
Magdangal (one of the show’s Big 3 or finalists as others may call it…) was
launched this afternoon at SOP. Gian is now a certified Kapuso! Well, welcome
to the family man! This is where pure and raw talents like you [ ande me…
ahemm…] truly belong! Kapuso rocks! :P





Another thing – which boils up my
blood tonight! Globe, I think, is having a down-system as of the moment, my
Unlimitext subscription is not processed up to now! Azar! Wake up Globe!!! I
need my Unlimitext!!!





That’s it for now.





Varian, out! [ala Ryan Seacrest…
lol…]








Sunday, January 7, 2007

The Amazing Race 6.9





Tired.



Earlier this afternoon, I thought
it would be the end of my PR career. The reason: my not-oh-so-usual tardiness.





The class was supposed to start
at exactly 1:00 PM…



- At 12:40 PM, the bus where I
rode crossed the borderline of Makati
and Manila…



- At 12:45 PM, the traffic wasn’t
that bad so the bus was already journeying Quirino Avenue



- At 12:50 PM, we were already at
Remedios, Taft and my heartbeat drives me mad…



- At 12:55 PM, the
ever-so-traffic Kalaw, Taft, cold sweat and heartbeat pounding insanely was the
scenario…



- At 1:00 PM, the bus pulls over Manila City
Hall



- At 1:02 PM, I jumped off the
bus – devastated. Thinking it was the end of the world.





I ran, ran, ran, and ran… from
the Underpass, to Round Table, to PLM gate, and all the way up to Gusaling
Katipunan Room 202…





I was ready to hear from my
professor the infamous lines: “Varian Mazo, you are the last student to arrive.
I’m sorry, this is an elimination leg and you are eliminated from the race…

[masamang mangarap? Lol]





The oh-so-lucky-me made it again
before the class started (Hallelujah! Hallelujah!). And the oh-so-lucky-me
received a high mark for my reaction paper in Johnson and Johnson: Tylenol and
Exxon Valdez – I got a grade of 6.9 out of 7! Now I’m relieved…





Relieved.





The hitch that has been troubling
my mind recently has ended this afternoon. My worry-free nights are now
beginning to shine through the dark, night clouds. Hawak-kamay





Hawak-kamay.





THE old SIStem is TRying OUr
nerves and BLocks Energy with NOthing but MOckery and REtaliation on it! Let us
rejoice!












Johnson and Johnson: Tylenol and Exxon Valdez






For the second time around, I passed a reaction paper on our PR Class which entails a much deeper and harder analysis. It was passed actually a few weeks ago, and the results just came in earlier this afternoon during our class.

I admit, I wasn't confident enough that I would get again another high mark for this, for unlike my ImPResyon ng PRopesyon: Deal or No Deal? reaction paper, this one really took my nerves out. For in this situation, we have not only one, but to topics to analyze - plus a comparison that makes your mind twisting while thinking and rethinking.

My vibes was true - but I'm still happy and proud of what my papers have achieved. My grade was 6.9, not bad for a 7-is-the-highest grading system I daresay.

Here's a glimpse:



Twice





A
few days back, my consecutive rest hours and days was stopped by a very
alarming assignment – a PR Case Study! Here we go again! I bet you anything,
this is one of the things that CMC students are dreadful about even the before
batches. But on this case, we were asked to face not just one – make it double!
Twice the PR Case Study, twice the nerve-racking dreadful experience.





I
remember a time when one of my higher
year friends told me about their case study, the Johnson and Johnson: Tylenol and
Exxon Valdez. At that precise moment, I still don’t have any PR subjects, and I
admit, I could really not relate to what she was saying before. On my mind,
this line goes: “someday, I will be able
to encounter that case study too. And if that time comes, I’ll make sure I’ll
put my best to it
.” And now, this is that time! Unfortunately, both case studies were given to us at the same time.
Good Lord…





Now
let’s face this…





Upon
reading, I’ve discovered that these two case studies were both a major player
on PR history. Though what happened with one is way too different from the
other, it still managed to give out both the pros and cons of having PR on such
crises.





First
we have the poisoning and killing incidents with Tylenol on September 30, 1982.
According to what I’ve read, both on the case study and other resource stuff,
this Johnson and Johnson tragedy mirrored one of the so-called greatest
miracles and achievements in the field of Public Relations. Thanks to the
mighty and brave soul of the company named James Burke, the chairman of J &
J. He’s the man behind the successful comeback of J & J’s Tylenol on the
store shelves, not just once, but twice! For about four years later, the same
incident happened in 1986, still, the company managed to survive. Their main
weapon: the link between public relations and public responsibility as the
essence of ethical behavior.





Next
in line is the oil-spill at Alaska’s Prince William Sound by the tanker Exxon Valdez in March
24, 1989. Much likely on what happened here in Guimaras Island,
the oil-spill endangered marine life on the affected area. What happened here
is alike to what happened on J & J – they are both big crises which needs a
big fix. But what happened next after the crisis occurred was way different on
J & J’s approach, because here, the company did not pay much attention on
their publics. Its CEO in the person of Lawrence Rawl was a total counterpart
of Burke. Their major mistake: the absence of dealing with the crisis itself,
in the PR way.





In
this sense, one can compare both crises, how was it dealt, and its effects
accordingly. And this time, it’s my turn to do that.





We
see the fact that both incidents happened in dissimilar timeframe and the
occurrences opposites one another. Still, they both need proper approach; they
both need good PR attacks. As to what happened, both company’s dilemma was the
need to regain the trust of its consumers. At this point, Burke succeeded on
his tactic of being a media personality, while Rawl’s tactic of avoiding the
media (and the crisis itself…) was a total looser on that manner. The public
knows the difference of right and wrong, they know when or where to judge
people (thanks to media…), that’s why Rawl’s disappearing act is like an
eye-sore for their publics. Having the initiative was the edge of Burke, for
being here and there at times like that was appealing; it creates this vibe in
you that says to your public, “hey! I’m
in-charge, and I know my charge!
” For all we know, if the topmost
functions, the sensation creeps down till its very little ends.





When
it comes to their approach regarding the crisis, J & J’s was far better
than that of what Exxon Corporation did. Of course, this still relates to their
big bosses’ tactics. Having thought of doing public appearances on TV shows and
on every media you can think of, having a pep rally to boost morale and foster
unity, an 800 telephone number for consumers, corporate officials with
commitment regarding the investigations, and re-introducing Tylenol as new and
repackaged are just incomparable with regards to what Exxon Corporation did on
their oil-spill incident, which was to hide on the media and the publics,
send-off lower ranking officials to the site where it happened, a $32,000 grant
for the Alaska Public Radio Network to stop the spreading news, and an $8M
effort to save the lives of the species affected. How come I said it was
incomparable? Simple… J & J managed to come back and survive in the lesser
time it was expected to do so, while Exxon Corporation spent great amounts of
money and efforts just to cling unto their company’s survival. The public
really knows what, when, where, how, and who to trust.





On
both of its effects, their crises managed to be part of the outrageous history
of the Public Relations study and field. For both of these bears not only
unforgettable people and things, but also lessons to ponder about. I myself
have learned the value of public trust on J & J’s situation, that if you
are in-charge of something, you must really know your charge. And negligence of
ethical public responsibility leads to disaster. On the part of Exxon
Corporation, I’ve learned the value of facing even the worst of the worst of
your fears. For once you do so, it allows you to envelope yourself with trust
from your publics, plus the fact that the experience you would get from it
would be worthwhile. After all, experience is the best teacher, and the one who
experienced it becomes the bright student.





Now,
as I finish this paper, I became more aware of what I do as a student leader. I
thought this paper would bore me at all upon doing it, but I was totally wrong.
These two case studies served as my bell alarm to reflect on what I was doing
in the past few days. Whew! PR really is nerve-racking, and surprises you to
the innermost part of yourself. This is surely one great deal of learning both
this part of PR history. Twice the PR
Case Study, twice the learning and enjoying experience.