Hmmm.... It's 4:53 AM, anytime now my dad is going to get out of his room and will still see me using the computer; I'm anticipating that he will again give me a slight lecture on why I stay up too late on the net and like all the other days when he does this, I usually just try to make it pass through my other ear. I'm such a disobedient daughter but even though I know my dad still loves me! =)
While I was browsing through the facebook profile of one of my favorite writer/producer, Pat Evangelista, I saw her post a status message that spark an interest in me. They're opening for internship for the 5th season of Storyline. Hmmmm.... interesting (flash bulb on!) According to Pat, they're not really going to check if your academically excellent, they want someone with passion. Good thing she's still accepting applicants, I'm about to send in my application now, so wish me luck!
I'm back in school, after not being in school for ummm almost 6 weeks? I didn't miss the place but I do miss some cool people like my dean and those who hang out at the registrar's office. They all want me back in school, I never get to miss a login in facebook that I don't get a chat or an offline message from them. This semester looks bright, only two subjects, Photography and Mass communication II, all late afternoon subjects. I decided not to take advance subjects this semester, never again to subjects where I'm the sole student. The best part of going back to school to fix my schedule this coming semester? Hearing about how Sunstar's Mayette Tabada liked my blog! I was so psyched upon hearing this news cause I remember how my old STC Classmates would shiver in terror upon submitting a report, thesis and whatnot for her class - in short she was a terror slash perfectionist slash hard to please kind of professor. I wish I would have a chance to be under her, to experience such taunting (god I'm such a masochist) but not as excited as if I'll get a chance to meet my favorite local writer Melanie T. Lim of Sunstar.
School miscellaneous fees are more expensive than my subject fees. rawr. oh oh and my brother had his first driving lessons today. As of the moment, we chatting about how scared he was driving on the highway. My dad is giving him the car, something he deserves for being a better sibling but according to him he isn't good, he's just passive. haha I didn't know he knew what passive meant. lol. I think my brother is a genius, really good in analytical stuff only he's got really short attention span so he can't go through all the classroom hours.
I have to go, I'm meeting Yenyen by 8 and it's past 8 already. bohooo. Bacon Deli here I come!!! Yum Yum Yum
So, I was bored and decided to download and install photoshop in the new computer. Searched for David Hill Techniques and tried it myself. So far so good. Watchathink? If you want the link to the tutorial just click HERE. I've seen and tried some of the trials, the one I linked is the easiest and has a better final outcome. Just make sure you get a picture that has good resolution and lighting. Oh oh and if you guys don't know who Dave Hill is, click here. Thanks by the way to Bofel for paving the way for me to search for the David Hill technique. lol. These are a few pictures that I did over the span of an hour and a half, I'm too tired now and my back still aches. I'm popping a pill to kill this lower back pain!
I thought I was hallucinating about 45 minutes ago when I felt that the ground was shaking, good thing other online facebook friends confirmed that there was indeed an earthquake. Whew!
I'm attending this surprise send off party for a kindergarden friend later, guess I would be home early today. I miss chloe (chloe is my bed), it's gonna be a good night sleep for me again.
Oh and I have to go back to school on monday, sembreak is oooovvvvvveeeerrrrr. My school professors loves me, only if I can tell how much string they pulled just so I can still pass the last semester. hahahhahaa
I feel like my head is going to burst from all the tug of war thoughts that come in and out of my head. I listen to my friends, for a minute or two, I follow what they think is best for me and then you come, you flash that smile and for a second, I forget everything else that I told myself I should do.
What is this feeling? take it away. Then I take my words back because when you are in that feeling, it's something that you just want to stay in for as long as it would last.. ohoh I have been nothing but a disappointment to myself. Now, I understand better the deeper meaning of taking one step forward yet it feels like taking two steps backward. Damn!
Then you try to take that step sideways and it pulls you back again like your all steel and he's magneto.
But what scares me even more? Is the more that I am with you, the more that I feel like I am no longer myself. That self that I've build years just so that no one like you could make me feel this way.
Disclaimer: This isn't an emo note, I'm not heartbroken or anything. I'm just listening to a song and got inspired to write this note. Although this one is close to the heart haha
I know you've tried writing something down in a piece of paper, scratch or whatever.. and you tear it out of your spiral notebook or from the red sticky tape that holds the pad paper together.. you then crumple it till you feel like every font you've written becomes unreadable - then you throw it somewhere, some place that no one would ever notice what you have written in that piece of parchment.
In that paper, you wrote down your deepest thoughts and your inner most emotions. Doodle or letters, poetry or just random notes..but all written from the innermost recession of your brain and your heart combined.
Unconsciously you crush it with your hands, tear and shred that piece of paper away even if what you have blotted down was that one thing you wanted to let the whole world know and just shout out loud so it would no longer bother you from inside - yet your too scared to even utter those words.
This is exactly what I want to do, write down my secret and my dream, the brainchild of my expectations, hallucinations and imaginary... and crumple them pretending it doesn't and shouldn't exist. eventually throwing them away for anyone not to bother read.
But as I throw that paper away, a part of my soul and heart comes with it. Like I feel myself left with tiny bits of leftover torn paper parts from the red sticky tape or that spiral wire of my notebook from where i tore the paper where i wrote those words that I couldn't tell the whole world of.
Last weekend would be one of my most unforgettable this year, why? Cause my brother went M.I.A - missing in action. I was in my celebratory mood because of Faith's 21st birthday but people at home were really worried about where my brother is. We spent days going around town to find people who knew people who knew my brother. Thing is with my brother, he has random friends, friends that we don't know so it was quite hard to look for him at a place where he was supposed to be at. At the day when we were suppose to check for funeral homes to see if someone with the description of my brother was bought in, he then showed up. I was at the beach that time, I just wanted to get away from all the worrying and the thinking about what the f*ck did my brother just disappeared and if he was okey. He is now okey and alive but grounded.
Here is my birthday gift for Faith. It was a struggle in burning this video in a CD, Thank God for YouTube.
“Irene Sharie Francisco is going to be attending a talk and blog about whatever The Explainer will be explaining.” This is currently my Facebook status message before I left home, rushing to UP because again I woke up late from staying up online till 3am.
In celebration of Cebu Press Freedom, Mass Communication and Journalism students were invited in a symposium titled Reaching Out to Future Journalists: Challenges of New Media; this event was sponsored by Smart Communication and Sun Star. Invited guest speaker is Manuel "Manolo" L. Quezon III aka The Explainer; joined by Jesus B. Garcia Jr, Nini Cabero and Max Limpag of Sun.Star Publishing Inc. as panelists. Like all other journalists and media outlets, The explainer has also conquered and made a name in the world wide web through his blog and other social networking accounts aside from being a columnist and commentator.
This isn’t the first that I attended a talk that tackled about the role and challenges of new technology and the emerging new forms of media to present and future journalists, yet attending such forums always remind me of how important it is to effectively work hand in hand with technology while maintaining and practicing ethical journalism.
With the emergence of citizen journalism, it is the journalists’ role to provide integrity and serve as gatekeepers to make sure sources are checked and that the information served is reliable and truthful. Verifying the sources and eliminating which is fictitious is a skill that genuine journalists develop through time and experience; something that a blogger, no matter how well opinionated, educated or creative will probably never or seldom achieve.
The panel provided the history, the future and current issues surrounding this new form of media, particularly it's manifestation on the young and forthcoming journalists, in a nutshell. The Explainer, like what he always does in his show with the same title, showed and elaborated the topic through the use of pictures and was even kind enough to give out tips and tricks in so not to be tangled in the high speed and ever changing world wide web.
One of the highlights of the speakers was the power of the Internet and mobile technology to spread, manipulate, alter and create "reality"; thus becoming a double edge sword to those who rarely have time to verify what they read, hear or see online.
In accordance to the subject and theme, the event was not only graced by the men and women of media or students that were taking related disciplines of communication or journalism, but bloggers were also invited in the said event. Through the help of Smart Communication's newest wireless broadband technology, Smart Bro, these bloggers were asked to buzz the blogosphere about the ongoing activity held at the UP Cebu campus. After which were asked to show the audience their personal or public blog sites. I was one of those bloggers that were invited to write about the event and felt proud in showing off this humble online space of mine.
By the way, I was joined by my three other classmates in Mass communication and they all agreed that they were able to pick up several points on how to be an efficient and effective journalists, its importance compared to just throwing off their two cents worth without proper research or knowledge. Leemark even added " In connection to that, digital world doesn’t affect journalists. It opens the will of the non-journalist to express their views and feelings. Everyone can be a journalist indeed we must be everywhere." In here he agrees with one of the guest speakers that even though technology has made the work of media men easier and faster, technology doesn't create or build up the story nor the news; it's a mere vehicle to make the news reach a broader audience, it is still the journalists' brain that keeps people constantly interested, entertained and informed.
KISS. Keep it short and simple. Mr. Quezon's tip in order to keep the readers interested. So I'm ending it here. In total, it was another thought provoking and enriching symposium. I was never a fan of Mr. Quezon's ANC TV show, nor do I even stop and read his column in the daily but I was simply fascinated by how he was able to deliver such complex topic with simplicity - I was awed and starstucked at the same time. (He did smile and paid attention while I was presenting my blog to the audience, or maybe so I thought, I do wish though) LOL.
P.S. I wish I had pictures to post with this entry but as of 5pm this afternoon, no pictures of the event proliferated online, I was so spaced out, I forgot to bring my camera. So here is a picture I grabbed from google. And if you do want to check Mr. Quezon's blog just click me!
It was some week. Like I was drugged or something close to that. It was seven and a half days of nothing but tasting what it was like to be in the realm of what they say was heaven, hell and whatever it was in the middle. It was those nights that turned into early morning bliss, most of them I was intoxicated. although until now I can still feel and hear my heart, like a strong beating of jumbo china drums. There were nights when I couldn't sleep until breaking dawn and by the time I woke up, I would turn on my TV, half asleep waiting for a song to play. That specific song that had a cup of coffee, it's that song that reminded me of ...
It was some week. I always thought that you were good looking. I specifically liked the smile, the best was the one you flashed when I first noticed your existence. Then it was in that cool thursday afternoon, among a swarm of estranged and strangers when I first noticed how really a looker you are. It was also on the same day when I realized Alanis Morisette's lyric " I met the man of my dreams and meeting his beautiful wife. Well isn't it Ironic?" can be real and mortalize.
It was some week. So, there maybe things that you would feel, sense and figure out that you might not really fully understand, unless I say it directly. I was never good in hiding my feelings from anybody but I was better with hiding the truth behind those feelings from everyone.
It was some week. I was struggling. Once again, I placed my heart in my sleeves, which I shouldn't have done in the first place. It was unconscious. I was drugged or so I thought I was or wished I was; by that laugh, by that look, by that feeling of temporary madness. Which I'm pretty sure for you was nothing but just temporary and nothing close to that kind of madness I am talking about.
But it was some week. It was that week when I felt like I was never gonna be the same person that I was that monday; it was tuesday by the way when I finally got the chance to mingle with that person who I, at one point, embarrassed myself by anonymously sms-ing out of the blue.
It was some week When you called me names, although some hurt, I knew or maybe I hoped that you never really meant them. I could never call you names and even if you say I did, it wasn't real nor did you deserve it. It was on that same week when I was working on something that was extremely important to me. There were no emails, no friend requests... then I sadly came upon the realization what was important to me was nothing close to importance for you.
It was a good seven and a half I was most of the time intoxicated and often times short of breath. it was some week, indeed a good week.
Hours from now I'll be turning twenty and three - I'm hoping this year would be better than the last few "stressful" yet life enriching years. I'm doing charity this year instead of the usual going out and drinking spree with friends. I'm doing charity and family.
Tonight, I'm meeting with Faith and Steph... To salubong my day and for Steph's sound off - will this be her last send off? It's bittersweet, I know she doesn't want to leave but we have to do what we have to do.
It's midterms tomorrow, I'm not even sure if I'll attend to my stat class, I haven't been going to class for almost a month now... I'm leaning towards dropping from the subject. Urgh. Promise, my last. Well... that is if my English hasn't dropped my yet. Oppss.
So I'm curious, what gonna be my college barkada's plan for my birthday surprise? We started doing it this year and this is gonna stay as a tradition (I hope so). I'm not a fan of surprises but the thought of them planning is something for me is so heartwarming. I can't wait to see em again, it's always fun whenever they are around. I miss riva more, we have been texting these past few days and review has been tough for her, I hope she pulls through.
I miss swanie. I miss my highschoolbarkada - the heartbreakers. I hope to see them before Pia leaves for Bataan again.
To those who have been texting me last week, guys sorry if I didn't reply to your text messages, my phones got busted and I couldn't read the text messages sent to me last week. I'm okey now, thanks to swanie for lending me her extra phone. See, this is the reason why I'm not buying or do I own, expensive phones, they break easily and having them fixed can be pricey! The phone expensive phone that I want is a sidekick, too bad they don't offer sidekick here.
I'm on my way to Alejandro's tonight, I'm dropping off the books that I promised to donate for their anniversary charity work this year, before I head over at Faith's place. I'm doing it on the 11th hour, it's so typical me. haha
OUTDATED. So I am obliged to update this little blog of mine. I'm listening to daydream cycle, this local group doing triphop, the last time I checked they were all men in the band, now they have a girl on vox. Vox, by the way, is vocals shortened, I got this from browsing the site of my as-of-the-moment man candy. I wish I could show you his picture but I can't cause I certainly don't want to cause more brouhahas but seriously he is HOTT there are only three things that bothers me about him... he is shorter than me, he is quite of a suplado and that he is into the reggae/rasta thing.
Drown me with goddam painkillers!!! I'm nursing a very bad toothache and I hope this goes away with resulting me to visit my dentist. But I do need some cleaning...
I'm cleaning my room right before I hit the sack, I realized that I need to change some sheets and sweep my floor cause I'm starting to see ants crawling around my bed. Urgh..
One more week to go and It's gonna be my twenty third birthday. I don't have plans, maybe I'm treating my friends out to dinner but I seriously want a vacation somewhere far without having to go back to the city. I missed school yesterday and today, I don't feel like going to school. Good luck for my midterms.
Which reminds me, I have to ask my tita moolah to buy me new rubber shoes. I can't wait, it's volleyball season once again!
My friend Dianne is back at the gym and she's forcing me to join her and even volunteered to pay for the first month but I feel like I'm not ready yet nor disciplined enough to go back to the gym. We placed a wager on who gets to loose more in a month, if I win, she lessens her smoking if she wins, I'd have to continue going to the gym. I haven't decided yet if I'd go through the bet.
I'm currently loving Lady Gaga's songs, Beautiful Dirty Rich, The Fame and Paparazzi. I feel that the song Paparazzi resembles how I pursue the guys that I like. "Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until the boy is mine." "I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until your mine, Papa Paparazzi" I'm sure my friends would agree! hehe
If I had an alter ego, I would be Lady Gaga.
I had fun over the weekend Acquainted with new friends, the Amparito Schoolars of USJR and working with the school's arts and cultural director, Mrs. Mila Espina. I've seen Mrs. Espina on the newspaper but I didn't realize how creative, inspiring and influential she is in the local media scene. We had to do a last minute change of performance for the CAMMA awards last Sunday since there was slight mis-communication between the choreographer and the school administration. It was one of the craziest 3 days of my life in Benedicto but it was a lot of fun, the learning and the experience that I got from activity was enriching. I wish I had the chance to remember their names, they were all calling me Ms. Irene, as if I was a teacher and they asked me to transfer to USJR but I guess I'll have to stay at Benedicto till I figure out the importance of getting my butt in every class. The CAMMA student-director was a cutie but I forgot his name. Lmao.
Over the weekend, we celebrated Sai's surprise birthday party at MB's Tavern. The dinner was so-so, I had a lot of fun when we stayed at Em's place before going home. I'm the next birthday celebrant in line, wonder what kind of surprise will they prepare for me? haha.
There's really nothing much that I want to ask for my birthday, only a DVD copy of old Vilma Santos' movies, especially the movies Alias Baby China and Burlesk Queen. I am a Sharonian and Vilmanian at heart. LoL.
I have so much to blog about but the pain is making me irritable plus the weather isn't helping at all.
Lets just catch up some other time. Toodles.
By the way, happy birthday to Stephanie Tio and Sarah Macabantog. I love you girlfriends!
I wanna leave you guys with a music video of Drip's Song number 9. I heart em.
I woke up with the sound of the door opening and the voice of my mom talking on her mobile phone as I followed her to her room to use the C.R., she told me the news that Corazon Aquino is dead. I thought it was a dream, I am always stunned with news about death, when I returned back to my bed I then took a moment of silence and prayed for her soul. A few minutes after, my dad called and asked me where my brother was, his phone cannot be reached and he didn't notify anyone that he wouldn't be sleeping at either my dad our the mabolo house. It was an odd morning today, slightly melancholic or I don't know....
2009 is the year when a lot of great people have passed away and I always told everyone that I hope Tita Cory wouldn't pass away this year, I still think that the people of the Philippines need her for moral and spiritual guidance especially in this phase that were going through (the upcoming elections, the birth of conass etc.). But I guess it was about time and with all the things that she has done for her countrymen and the inspiration she has given to many people around the world, I would say that she's one of the very few blessed individuals who has lived a life of righteousness to the fullest. Let her soul rest in peace.
It a Saturday and I'm home, trying to finish the papers for our application for accreditation. I missed the Sarah G and Up Dharma Down concert last night but it was alright, I didn't feel like going out after a hearty spur of the moment dinner with Pia at Don Juan. (By the way, I will be doing a Resto Rave about Don Juan whenever I have the time and my Mamma Maria pizza experience).
I'm quite frustrated cause I couldn't find the USB cable for my mobile phone to my computer. I think I lost or misplaced it somewhere with my coin purse that has my flash drive in it. I'm still not giving up, if my Tuesday I couldn't find it, I'll have to buy a new one.
Speaking off purchases, I did my groceries last friday as I have noticed that there were no food in the fridge. Doing the groceries is a love-hate thing. Why? Cause I just love going through the aisles and looking for what stuff to buy, trying to remember the essentials and stopping the urge to purchase those that I don't really need. I ended up buying 2 bags full of junk food and a bag of what I really need. The hate part? It's burning my money!!!! Urgh....
Yes, my friends stephanie will hate me once she sees all the junk food that I have stored in my room. Sometimes it can be too lazy to cook real food, so I end up just munching on junk.
It's august, I do remember telling myself to put on my GOAL SETTING CAP. I don't really want to check the weighing scale cause I'm afraid to see that I've actually gained the weight that I lost a few months ago. Then again, this time I will have to be serious in pursuing the promises that I told myself that I would do once August comes. So starting monday, no more unnecessary absences from school and no more slacking off. I need to be serious with this people!
Anyway, I have to leave now. I need some shut eye cause I have an appointment tomorrow with other CAMS member, I think were guesting on the local game show, Kapamilya Winner Ka. I seriously don't know what to expect for tomorrow if I'll be playing or just be watching others play but its gonna be something new for me.
Toodles everyone. TYVM.
Parting Shots:
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die!
I miss my bed and the comfortable location of our mabolo house. I had to do a little move to our mandaue house since some things needed to be fixed, so the electricity needs to be shut down temporarily. God, i hate the thin mattress and how my back hurts every time I wake up in the morning. BOHOOO.
I think I need to buy new shoes, I'm so tempted to buy the kind of shoes that I don't need instead of shoes that I can use for school. Should I get flat or kitten-low kind? I was even thinking of getting crocs ballerina flats for school shoes but I don't think they sell that anymore. Last Thursday, I was denied entry by the guard because I was wearing slippers. Bahhhhh...
Speaking of school, my phone was full of missed call entries and text messages coming from my MC111 professor and my classmate. I was already told that there would be a make up class for our tuesday MC111 schedule but it was tentative, they were going to send out a text message by friday to confirm if we the make up class will push through today; apparently I didn't receive any text messages. I'm irked. Were only 4 in class and no one bothers to text everyone if there will be classes or not. Urghhh. I just received a message from my professor, apologizing that she wasn't able to inform us ahead regarding the classes.
Ahh.. so much to do today. There's the seminar, meeting my relatives from Hawaii and the girls get together.
