once upon a time

that one dark night
brightened an empty heart
those eyes...
glittered like stars
those smiles...
bloomed like summer daffodils
that voice
wakes a sleeping consciousness

fire slowly fades
time rolled so fast
a cinderella night
departs with a longing heart
how will the story end?
shall they ever met again
and fall like romeo and juliet?
or shall it be a hello and goodbye story?

insensitive

this weary heart i have
longs to boldly care in this lonely abode
for i have kept it only for myself
selfish!

now, i have feared
that this might forever be hidden
if it will so
then i would pass easily
from those people's craving memory

but how could i?
that simple powerful three words
i could not even whisper
this hardened heart has slowly soften
but this lips had seem to be closed for eternity
when will i be brave?
when will i be strong?

poems and hearts

poems are words

words are letters

letters are pens

pens are fingers

fingers are veins

veins are hearts

heart pumps

heart beats

poem pumps

poem beats

heart pumps restlessly

poem pumps only when read

lab-dab-lab-dab...

Listen to every beat of your heart.

lab-dab-lab-dab-lab-dab..

continuous, restless.

count it, now.

1,2,3,4,5...

then ask yourself:

how many beats does my heart pumped the whole time I was breathing?

and how many more beats will my heart pump?

futile

Rain, mud and tears flood the valley

Wailing people run here and there

A woman dragging her son’s hand

Crept into the crowd

Stopped in front of the large closed bags

Let go of his son’s hand and bend down

Peeped on the bag, sees his daughter and cried
A 3 year old kid stared at her with cold curious eyes
Pulls her mothers shirt and asked
‘What’s in the big bag, mom?”

“Son, it’s our precious treasure box,” wailed the mother.
“Why cry then, mom? We have it now, you shan’t be crying”
The mother holds his son’s hand and stared him in the eyes
“Son, can’t you see- it’s empty now”

...hiDe aNd sEEk...

we climb on rusty fences
Jumped on high places
loosing the twisted metal
hiding in the dark

nervous...
kinda'
but sounds so funny
life's like that...
trying hard... persistent..
willing...brave...

we stand here
looking out for them..
they might catch us..
all alert..
ready to alarm everybody..

one..two..three..
adrenaline rushing...
time to watch each others back...

hush..hush...
lift you toes like angels..
slowly...
insert the key...
huh..finally..
open!
mission starts now!

..+_+tNx ma'am tintin!+_+..
mwah!

CONGRATSAMTAMTEAM!
WE DID IT! WE DID IT! WE DID IT!
HURRAY!
(DORA THE EXPLORER)

I pray for the Living

SUICIDER'SPRAYER

I pray for the living
that they may find peace and comfort on earth
that they may find love and care from their fellows

I pray for the living
thay they may overcome every obstacle
that they may find solutions to their problems

I pray for the living
that they find answers to their questions
that they may walk in the path of righteousness

I pray for the living
that they may live their life to the fullest
that they hold their lives fragilely like glasses

I pray for the living
that they may not end like me
dead but not yet in peace...

I pray for the living...

Reachout!

o9-o1-o9

o9-o1-o9


Nene.. ..can't you hear it?
Its deafening..
why can't you hear it..

The beat of the drum.
boom,boom,boom!
The hum, the thud...
blog!

can't you hear it?

The sound of the gong.
tong, tong, tong!
The ring of the bell, of the telephone.
ting, ting!..cring, cring!
why can't you hear it?

Your not deaf, are you?
You can hear it.. you can..
What did you heard last?
Is it the cry and moans of the other children?
Or the wail of the helpless parents?
Or the loud clang of the bell?
Or the loud bang of the guns, of the bombs, of violence?

pls. don't mind those..

Fear not, Nene..

Fear not..

Wake up..Nene.. wake up..
hear me please. I beg you..
wake up now..
I heard your shout just a while ago.
you're calling my name, don't you?
Now wake up, look at me.. I am here now.
Hear me 'cause I heard you..
Hold my hand..
lean on me.. Hear my heart..It's pounding, beating for you...

Oh!..shut up!

why would i wake you.. when yours no longer beat like mine.

Dekada DevCom

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...

Development Communication in now on its 10th year.

Development Communication waving its 10th anniversary theme, " Development Communication: daring, dashing and determined," is now revealing its little and big victories during the past ten years.

Active students and alumni of the institution will gather to celebrate another year of prosperity and camaraderie. It shall also showcase the students potential, talents and skills in their own respective fields, the develpment journalism, the community broadcasting, and the educational communication. Above all, they shall be asisted by the ever responsible and supportive faculty teachers of the said institution. Together, they will rock the school even during midterm examinations.

Development Communication and Development Communication Society have continually evolved to be a more prosperous program in Benguet State University upholding higher standards and taeacher-student relationship. It had surpassed enormous obstacles and had overcome great challenges.

Amidst the dark starting years of being unnoticed and unknown, it is now stepping in its lime light and revealing its identity to the public. The countless struggles of the program to be well known in the school campus and as well in the community had finally bear its sweet fruit. Today, they are now on the toughest competition in the university raising its banner high and as well as promoting development among individuals. They too serves as a catalyst of change.

No matter what other people say, it stood firm and had continued the battle.

As a student of this developing institution, I have come to love it. Here, I learned a lot of things, on academic, on attitude and behavior development, and much more on communicating with others and reaching out to the grassroots or the common people. In here, I gained a lot of great friends. It continued to inspire me to write. Never did I imagined before that I would have this kind of career. Nevertheless, everything that I had witnessed and learned here had pushed me to love this kind of thing.

Everything that I have successfully accomplished is because of my passion brought out by Development Communication and every people involved in here. Above all, I believe that this is God's will for me.

I hope that this program shall continue to live up on its name.

DevCom rocks!

oF pAsSi0n aNd dEDicAti0n...

Passion and dedication is what a student needs from a teacher.

A student who sees his teacher as a passionate and dedicated person will in return become a passionate and dedicated student. Teaching as they say is the most noblest profession beacause its the mother of all professon. Teachers should be a model to everyone especially to their students.

As a student, I work better when I see that the person who taught me to do it has the passion and dedication on his job. It's as if driving me to become like him. They work hard not just because it is a necessity but because its their calling, their passion. And seeing passionate people like them inspires me in a lot of ways. It's just telling me in an indirect way that I should also pursue my assignments or any requirements not just because you have to but because you want and you love to.

This past few days, I encounter few of those. I love listening to their stories. It's very inspiring. They say that their passion to their recent organization or program always drag them back there to check out what's happening or sometimes, they're reaching out their hand to help it. No matter how busy they are, but the passion that had engulfed their hearts have always find ways to reconnect themselves on a certain thing where their passion lies.

This sem, I've been loaded with many requirements to accomplish as soon as possible. I observed that there are lot of opportunities coming and there a are alot of requirements to finish before the midterm exam will arrive. The pressure is building in me. In fact, Im having the hard time to decide which one should I finish first. I don't want to drop any of those loads I'm holding. I want to carry it out and accompsh it. Those are important missions to accomplish. No matter how pressured I am, I still strive to reach my goal. Seeing people who once encounter such things and have successfully accomplished their mission have continously empowered me to do so. And I'm very glad to have meet and known them.

May there be more people passionate and dedicated as them.

I give my highest salute to all of you.

Thank you for the empowerment and encouragement.

midterms

Overnight...
Overtime...
Under sleep...
Yet undone...


Paper there...
Paper here...
Paper cluttered all around...


Coffee there...
Coffee here...
Sip it, hot or cold...


Face the mirror and you will see...
Eye bugs here...
Pimples there...
Midterms is yet undone...
Finals are yet to come...


nightmare!

08-14-09

JUST ANOTHER RAINY DAY...

Trekking the road of Barangay Poblacion, La Trinidad Benguet under the pouring rain is a very tiring task. Though it was holiday and it was raining, we still pursue our ocular survey. We have to accomplish something this week so we won’t be hard up in doing other school stuff.

I left home early without an umbrella. The rain had stopped that time anyway but before arriving at my destination, it started to rain again and I had to run as fast as I could so I won’t get wet. Luckily, it didn’t pour hard. I had to photocopy our questionnaire, so I had to be early. I waited quite long before the photocopy was done. I was desperately praying for the rain to stop but unfortunately it didn’t. I had to wait at one of the computer shop there where we dev.com students usually stay. I felt relieved to have seen some of my companions. We then proceed to Poblacion to conduct our survey.

The place was subdivided into three zones. Our group took the 2nd zone. We were three in the group, all of them were my friends and it felt good to be with them. Only one of us has an umbrella and the two of us who don’t have an umbrella had to rely on our hoods. It was fun actually. Even if it was raining, we marched house to house to conduct our survey. But of course we had to stop when the rain would pour harder.

We were able to finish the survey just before lunch. We had lunch on one of the store there. We ate instant noodles while watching the TV featuring the death of former president Cory Aquino. At the same time, we gossiped. When all groups have gathered, we then planned our next task which is the readership survey on all barangays of La Trinidad. We were grouped again and we were able to accomplish the task quick.

After which, we parted ways.

It was really a very tiring day. My energy is drained, my head is throbbing that I forgot to go to one of my friends house for a food trip. Nevertheless, I enjoyed that holiday.It was worth all the sacrifice. And I must thank God for keeping us safe all throughout the day.

It was a lovely rainy day and tomorrow will just be another rainy day..

publication visit

... Behind the scene...

"Wise is the man who learns from his experience, wiser still is the man who learns from the experience of others.”

I had seen and proved that learning things through experience would inculcate the lessons in us better and more intact. We usually just read the newspapers or any other kind of publication we buy but we don’t seem to notice how great the effort planted by the newspaper staff just to produce it and provide it to us for our welfare. This realization was brought to me during our publication visit.

Amidst the strong pour of the rain and our running nose, we were able to visit two respected local publications, the Sun Star Baguio and the Northern Dispatch.

Sun Star Baguio was our first destination. Just upon entering their building, I am already amazed. After the reception area, we pass through the printing room where printing machines were placed. We may not have witness the actual flow of the printing process, but I am still contented to have a seen a bit. It was my first time to have a visit on publications and I am really excited to be stepping there. We have waited for quite long before Mr. Sam Bautista, the Sun Star editor-in-chief arrived. He was the one who shared to us details about their publication. Sun Star Baguio proved to be a well-managed local publication. In fact, it is the only daily newspaper in Baguio and it really entails a lot of hard work and patience. Time is truly gold for them. They have to allot much of their time so they could accomplish their daily tasks and to provide the people good stories and fresh information.

Northern Dispatch on the other hand seems to be the number one Indigenous Peoples advocator. Since it had started as an IP advocacy network, there is no wonder why they focus more on the IP’s and the marginalized sectors. That is their unique characteristics and the uniqueness distinguishes them from others. Though they are not a daily publication, still they served well their fellows. They became an instrument and catalyst for change and heritage protection. Aside from providing worthy news and information, they keep the awareness of the people in Northern Luzon awake and alert. I could see that even they lack man power; they still strive to work harder to beat the time. They don’t chase after money and fame but more for their interest, passion, and willingness to help.

As a budding and aspiring journalist, nothing could be greater than looking on those efforts myself. The visit we had served me very well. We may not have totally explored the places but at least, we tried to look into the real world of newspaper men and see the beauty of effort engraved in every drop of ink. I must say that their newspaper or their publication is a wonderful product of their responsibility and their passion on their jobs. That their job doesn’t just require hard work but most especially it requires will, passion, and dedication on their job. For them money could never overturn their passion to write and serve other of their kind.

I strongly believe that one day; this experience will be of great use to us. And since we are to start our own publication, this will never be a waste of time and effort. Rather, we could be more motivated and inspired to work harder and more passionately to serve ourselves and the others most especially as well.

o7-26-o9

Everytime it rains, it pours
The water floods the streets
The wind blew the trees
The storm starts
The world hides

Night comes
Black embraces the world
The rain poured harder
Lightning struck the earth
Thunder roars
The world kept hiding

Morning came
The rain stopped
Trees fallen
Waters flowing
The world came out...smiling

fetus

If I could only have a glimpse of the world...

If I could only hear what people say...

If I could only feel what they feel...

If I could only taste the sweetest things...

If I could only smell the fragrance...

If I could only be like them...

If I could only be complete...

If only I could be...

But nobody wants me to be ...

They left me hanging on my wishes...

No more chances, no more hope.

Devoid of life, I am

Spared with nothing...

...but a wishful soul.

Power for the youth
power for the people

'Tis the time to use power wisely.

Comes great power, comes great responsibility.

With the alarming abuse of power in our society nowadays, how could we ever live in a peaceful and productive community? Each day, we see worst things happen, from politics to accidents; from great things to small things. We are made aware about these things so we could do something about it.

We, youths build the largest population. We hold the greatest power. We need to carry the responsibilty engraved in it. We could make a change. It is always tackled in class discussion even in national issues that youth are the hope of the father land. That is according to our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal. Why not the elders? Because they've already done their part, they were once a youth. And I really think, it is also our time to help save our drowning country.

With the rising chaos around the country, it is only but proper to put at end to all these dilemmas. The number of the youth is almost half the whole population. And we have the greatest power in putting an end to these chaos.

We may have the greatest power but we must not abuse the power given to us. We must use it for the good of the many. Greediness could greatly destroy everything and so we must watch every step we take that we might fall into the wrong hands. A lot of lives are laid in our hands. Our future depends on us.

When we had the Pintig and Pantig Literary Competition just the previous week, I realize how great it is to help each other and make a little change. We had the theme , "Hinubog ng wasak na watawat, sinulsi ng bagong kabataan." No matter how complicated things seem to be, it is always simple when we really think about it. It's just a matter of time and realization. I believe that even in our simple activity, we already had mark a change not only for the community but most especially in ourselves. Everything starts within ourselves. That is what we always seem not to notice and so we miss the greatest part sometimes.

It is never too late. We are always a catalyst for better change.

Bring on the power, bring on the change!

CAUTION:

When Everybody Barks...

A(H1n1) Influenza flu seems to threaten everyone. Even ordinary flu are sometimes perceived as A(H1n1) virus. The increasing number of victims of this virus makes the threat more alarming. Now, there are already several cases of A(H1n1) in the Cordillera especially in Baguio; That even to go there is very disturbing. In fact, some schools already declare class suspension just because of a single case in their campus. If I only don’t have to go to Baguio then I would stick myself here. However, we have to pursue our activities at school. I love publication visits but I hate going to Baguio.

I am having colds and cough. As much as possible, I don’t want to go to Baguio especially that my resistance is low. I also feel the fear of acquiring the virus. I just don’t know if there’s already a case in La Trinidad or in the school. I just wish, there aren’t yet and I wish we won’t be one of the victims of the grueling virus.

I’m not the only one who is sick in our class. In fact, almost all of my journalism classmates have the same illness as mine. It only happens this week. I think the funny thing about acquiring the same sickness is that even our teacher is already afraid of us. When all of us bark (cough) at the same time, laughter would come next. At least we still lift our humor spirit to lessen the burden the sickness is giving us. But the fear won’t still leave us. Just thinking of the cost of the medicine I take is already a burden. Through prayers, we hope we would be well as soon as possible. This sickness has made us miss a lot of great stuffs and works at school. Sometimes, I would not attend my class because I’m not feeling well. I hate being absent especially that you have to get through to a lot of process before you could take the exercises you missed. I would even miss a lot of fun and opportunities. It makes me weary.

The cold and unpredictable weather is one of the reasons of our sickness. The danger of flu nowadays is inevitable. The first months of the school year are months of rainy season and flu are expected all the time. I think it is just but normal to be experiencing such cases. Only that, we have to be careful that we may not acquire worst cases than what we have now. Health is wealth, as they say. It is but proper to take good care of our health. Only not we promote health among ourselves but even among our families.

These are my words for the celebration of this year’s Nutrition month. (haha)

BSU Nature Park: a glimpse

06-30-09

Benguet State University Nature Park is a beautiful place to visit. Aside from experiencing the cool and relaxing atmosphere, you’re also learning from the things you see in there.

BSU Nature Park is located in a place where trees and plants abundantly grow. This gives the park a breezy and peaceful ambiance. There are few sites to visit in the park and the university continues to develop the place.

The buildings at the place were built by the Japanese since the 1970’s. That is why the buildings seems to look like haunted but it gives a cue of interest.

We visit the place for our Entomology subject. Our teacher, Mr. Corcha and Mr. Effrain Magpantay, assistant research aid toured us around the park. Even just as we step out of the car, we are already amazed to see the place. It’s like we’re in the province. Though it was not my first time, it’s still nice to be back in there and breathe the comforting fresh air.

For our first stop, we marched in the insect museum. Insects of different species were displayed. As we feed our eyes with amazement, our teacher gives us some points about those insects. We had a good interaction since he entertain our questions. Since our lesson is the beneficial of insects, he emphasizes on the importance and benefits of these insects.

After which, we went to the rearing room. We had to fit ourselves in the small room. Though it was quite sophocating, I had a wonderful time listening to the lecture. The room is for the rearing of the larva and pupa of the insects they have collected. The insights given to us are very helpful in understanding our subject better.

Our next stop is the Insectarium. This is where they put the insects reared in the rearing room. It is where they observed the insects. According to Mr. Magpantay, when the host plant dies, the insect will as well die. This is why they also have to take good care of the host plant along with the insects. Butterflies are mostly placed in there. The Bee Hives however is placed outside the insectariums.

To further enrich our knowledge about insects, we also had a film showing. We watched a video about the lifecycle of bees, butterflies and cicadas. My favorite part of the video is the life cycle of cicadas. Cicadas burrow themselves in the earth for 17 years after being hatched. After waiting for 17 years, they will rise from the earth and accomplish their utmost purpose, to reproduce. After which, they will die. They only live for few weeks though they wait for several years.

For our last and final stop, we went to the Tangere Farm. In here, it’s no longer insects that are to be seen but some animals that are being observed and studied by BSU. Some of these are the monkeys, the white neck hawk, and the wild pigs. I saw the white neck hawk first while feasting on the lifeless rabbit. It’s quite scary but it was totally enjoying. There are only few animals in the farm but there are a lot to learn about them. And maybe soon, they’ll be adding more.

The scorching heat of the sun and the miles we walk was really tiring. When we went there, we rode a jeep but when we returned, we had to walk down to the main road. We’re all sweating and starving. It’s already noon time. Though we had lost much of our energy, we are still very happy to see the beauty of the Nature Park. And I proud to be a student of Benguet State University.

One Liter of Tears: an insight

One Liter of Tears: an insight

Just last Friday, June 19, the television show-One Liter of Tears, a Japanese drama show ended. And as it ended, it left a very inspiring lesson to its viewers.

One Liter of Tears depicts a story of a young girl whose life was once filled with much happiness and contentment not until she was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her parents found it first and as parents, they could not collect their energy to tell the truth to her. Spinal Cerebellum Degeneration Disease had put a limit on their daughter’s life. This disease is a very rare disease and even the most advanced country in the world has not yet discovered the cure of the disease. When their daughter found out it out herself, she could not even imagine herself in a hopeless situation. Out of thousands and millions of people, why is she the one chosen by the disease? She’s only fifteen years old and she had a lot of things to do yet. She’s still starting o enjoy life.But with every inch of her strength, she struggled to fight the depressing thought and rather face the truth. It is her fate. Though painful, she had to bear with it and just enjoy the remaining days of her life on earth.

Her disease worsens each day. Symptoms of the disease show as it progresses. And these symptoms are really dream killing. After time to time, she gradually lost her ability to walk, write, and even talk. And the worst, her disease progresses rapidly unlike the others who are diagnosed with the same disease.And so she had to stop playing basketball, the thing she loved the most. Then whether she likes it or not, she affects every people around her. It’s is inevitable. She could no longer play and mingle with her friends the way she did before. She could see it, hear it, and feel it. And every day of her life, she just wraps it on her diary. The pen and paper is her witness to her painful suffering. She strives to be happy because she doesn’t want to add the burden and hurt of the people around her especially her family. She had a very loving family, a supportive parents and strong siblings. She had great friends and a faithful boyfriend. She even had a hardworking doctor. They were her inspiration to live.

A lot of people loved her and remained on her side despite of her situation. Her family never left her since the first day she was diagnosed with the disease until her very last breath on earth and even until she does no longer exist. After days, months and years of fighting, she finally breathes her last at the age of 25. But even though she does no longer exist, her memory still lingers not only in their mind but even in the deepest part of their heart. To her friends whom she had loved and helped, her strong aura remains to cheer them up. To one of her friend who gradually became her boyfriend and whom she had helped to think of the future. He then took the field of medicine in the hope of finding a cure to her lovers disease and as well as to help other people, just like what her girlfriend dreamed long before. She became his inspiration to just bury the past, mind the present and seek what’s ahead of them and to enjoy every moment of their life. To her doctor, whose sweat and blood was poured to find the cure of the disease. She became his inspiration to continue and work harder to help others like hers. Also, she does not only inspire her family, friends, lover and doctor, but every people around her especially those people who have read the pages of her diary. Her diary was published nationwide and had captured a lot of people’s heart. Every word on that diary left an inspiration to all its readers. Every word describes a life of a brave girl.

I believe that God used her as an instrument to reach others people’s lives and imposed to them how wonderful the world is. Though the dream of the girl to help other people is not achieved through what she had dreamed before, she still achieved more of it by being an inspiration.

One liter of tears is based from a true to life story which up to now continues to uplift human fighting spirit. This tear-filled drama story is like a tattoo that sticks well in our mind, heart, life. Her life, it may be heartbreaking but it had filled a lot of people’s life with bright colors and had changed weary lives. This is a story that truly defines what love, bravery/courage, hope, faith really is, a story that portray what a family, a friend really is.