Ano ang magandang gawin sa isang maaliwalas na umaga ng Linggo kapag brownout?
Dito sa Hall 1, sari-sari ang eksena ng mga tao kapag ganitong walang kuryente at walang magawa kundi ang tumambay sa lobby lalo't napakainit ng panahon; pabunggahan ng drama at patalbugan ng linya.
Gaya nito:
(Unang eksena:) Nagising ako sa boses ni JR na sumisigaw sa excitement sa kung anong nakita nya.
JR: Alyssa! Alyssa! Dali! May nakita ko!!! Baby snake!!!
Si Alyssa na nasa lobby ay sumagot ng pasigaw.
Alyssa: Teh! Ano?!! Anhun mo na?!!
JR: Duh! Ipakaon simu!!!
Bow.End. Ang kawawang Alyssa. Manananghalian ng baby snake. lagot ka kay Mother Anaconda, lys. [wink*]
Abangan ang susunod na mga kaganapan sa HALL 1. . .*
The dormers have always been restricted to their respective wings for almost the entire first sem.Of course, it is inevitable that the boys get curious of what’s in the Girls’ Wing, and the girls with the Boys’ Wing.There may be times that girls enter the Boys’ Wing to buy cup noodles, chips and the like from Roy and Carlo, but the farthest they can get is the Boys’ Study Area.And so, what everyone has been waiting for, an annual activity for the 1st sem, happened on 9.29.09. EntitledOMFG!, the Balay Lampirong held its Open Room activity.
This Open Room activity has been thoroughly planned by the House Council, so to make this event a very successful one. A week before OMFG!, Rea Chill, Roy, Carlo and I did one of the things we enjoy much as House Council- the Photoshoot. We took advantage of the time that there were only a few dormers that night, and let our creative juices do the work. Nicolo then showed his editing expertise through the Open Room teasers. As the first Open Room teaser was posted on the glass doors of the dorm, thefreshmen dormers were quite curious and were left hanging of what was about to happen. Some upperclass knew what was about to happen. Some of them remained silent about it, but some dropped hints for the freshmen.
Every night for a week, at 8:00 pm, there was the MMMM, where the House Council fed the dormers (and non-dormers who were there during those times) through the paging system with gossips that kept them guessing who were in the blind items. Actually, most of these gossips were just made up by the Council. We just did that to heighten the curiosity of the dormers while secretly promoting the OMFG!, since the gossips were related to the Open Room.
The night before the Open Room,we, the House Council, locked ourselves in the Mini Lib so to prepare the announcements, rules, freebies and certificates for the Open Room.We quite felt that the dormers knew already what was about to happen in a few hours’ time, since when we passed by the hallways, we saw some dormers cleaning up and tidying their rooms. Most of us slept at 1 AM, and we even had some dormers who were “staying up to study” , but we knew that they just wanted to catch us. And so, we asked from Nong Larry that he would leave the doors of the wings open, so that we could go out and post announcements at 3:30 AM. Carlo and Rea Chill had a hard time debating with him to allow us.
By 3 AM, the House Council was up and about, posting announcements and preparing for the Open Room, going around, sneaking in the rooms. We had to work fast since people were starting to wake up, either to study, or to be the first people to invade the other wing’s rooms.We entered each room, but some dormers locked their doors, like Rooms 24 and 25 in the Boys’ Wing, and Rooms 4 and 11 in the Girls’ Wing. After we were done at around 4:30 to 5 AM, we slept in the Boys’ Study Area for thetime being. At 6:30 AM, we had to wake up and get some decent sleep in our own rooms.
As noted, the earliest people to enter the rooms were JJ and Kuya Gierick. As the day progressed, the dormers really took advantage of the Open Room activity, staying in the rooms of the other wing. The upperclass group roamed around in the afternoon, and so did the Lampirong Boys.The event had to end at 8 PM, though. Some of the people who took advantage of the remaining time spent it by having a mini-party at Room 22, and who could ever forget the disco in Room 25, with the lights off, people dancing, and Kuya Azin doing “the mix”? Truly, this activity is one of the favorites of the dormers at date.
8:30 PM, the dormers were called to the Lobby for the awarding ceremony. The room which had the most awards for the Boys’Wing was Room 24, and for the Girls’ Wing, Room 3. Everyone wished that everyday could be Open Room, because truly, it was an enjoyable one. But, this event is just a preparation for an even major event- the Open House!J
Gusto nyu bang masulyapan uli ang nagdaan nating tila kahapon lang noong 1st sem? Pwes, click the links below to view your past, our past sa BEST moments with the BEST people dito lamang sa BEST dorm.[smile*]
Added pix sa LingguJuan article by Eunice Serillo:
P.S. Kung may mga pix pa kau please do send it for posting. Sa lahat --1st years, upperclass at previous dormers-- ng gustong magbahagi ng kanilang pananaw, saloobin at damdamin, ang mga online na pahina ng HALL1.BLOGSPOT ay bukas para sa inyu. Kontakin lamang ako (deadrhonax@gmail.com) o ang kahit sinong upperclass. [wink*]
Bord 1: Bord! May Ano sa Hall 1 man? Nga namuti gd to mata ni Nikkei sa Picture?
Bord 2: Gani. Si Pau gain nanglaslas guid pulso. May anu ayhan man?
Bord 3: Ambot gain bord ah. Kita mo man to mga pictures sang HC ta, RIP kuno! RIP!.
Bord 2: Ay huo noh! RIP…(clueless) Anung RIP man?
*Bord 1 guin kadul si bord 2.
Bord 1: Rest in Peace bala haw! Hell Week na moh! Makalamatay na ta!
Bord 2 and Bord 3: aaaaahhhh gli…. Tingala man ku.
*Bord 4 nakisawsaw
Bord 4: Indi na Rest in Peace moh!
Bords 1,2,3: Yugga eh! Te anu beh???
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Last October 16, 2009 Hall 1 Balay Lampirong had successfully celebrated their sem-ender party entitled “ForGothory: Rest In Party”.
Just a simple rundown about what happened last Friday that made me say it was successful.
Early in the morning Chil, Pau, Nikkie with the help of the dormers little by little transformed Hall 1 lobby into gloomy and mysterious or in simpler terms, gothic-like place. Candles with red creep paper rolled and black Bats hanged off the ceilings. Lampshades wrap with red cellophane adds to the gothic-like ambiance. As for the final touches, pictures of the House Councils with Kuya Justin, that has been served as the publicity during the previous days made the setting ‘spooktacular’.
~~Background for the publicity~~ Models: House Council+ Kuya Justin Make Up Artist: Eunice Photographers: R, Nikkie, Mamita etc Editor: Nicolo ~~♥♥♥~~
And so it happened, the most awaited part, the event it self. It started at approximately 7:00 PM with the dormers dressed at their best, with all the make ups and hair do’s that go with the theme. Black and white gowns with touches of red and dark colors for the girls, Jeans or long slacks and dark polo shirt for the boys, everybody really did prepare for the said affair. It was like a gathering of elite underground society.
But more than just the glamorous dresses were the activities prepared by the House Council. First was the surprised game… The Amazing Race! Who could have imagine that the dormers with their gowns and suits go running everywhere looking for their station.
~~~Mechanics of the Game~~~ The dorm was divided into five groups based on their respected wing. Then they were given clues that lead them to their station. Each station the dormers are bound to do the tasks prepared by the assigned dorm after which station they are to look for their missing member. ~~♥♥♥~~
It was a battle of wits and skills as camaraderie and friendship were developed. They were all so competitive and very eager to win. It ran down with only two wings fighting for the first place, the lower wing boys and the lower wing girls. And to break the tie between the two, they were to find their respective wing reps hidden somewhere in the dorm. Names of their wing reps sitting near the emergency exits echoed the hallways of the dorm. Search. Search. Search. And it ended with the Lower Wing Boys as the champion. Next on the list was the Treasure Hunting! With the name itself ‘treasure’ ‘hunting’, meaning hunting for treasure (lol). They were looking for the treasure hidden somewhere in the dorm with corresponding points for each article.
The event was closed with a short ceremony in the inner court. BONFIRE!!! Cool! Yes, you heard it right; we indeed lit up a small bonfire (not enough to burn the best dorm down) in the middle of the court. A small paper was distributed to each of the dormer that represents their angst, troubles, and burdens. As their pieces of paper burn to ashes in one way or the other will their problems disperse in the atmosphere of their hearts as the semester ends.
After which…. DISCO!!!!
‘Forgothory: Rest In Party’ was the best time where freshmen students finally unload themselves with the anxiety as they reload their baggage back for the semester break.
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Bord 4: Rest In Party na ya mu! Why mourn if we can celebrate?
Bord 3: Hay huo man noh? Maan da lang ah.
Bord 2: Gani man. ‘kat kmi ah. Ge Kitaay lang ta next sem ah.
Bord 1: Huo eh. Diri man ta japun ah. Sa best dorm lang gd.
Bord 2: Diin pa na b? Siempre sa HALL 1 BALAY LAMPIRONG lang gd eh.
JAKE and JAYSUN nag sabat: WE are 1 at Hall 1! *la lang.
Ang Isang pamilyang sabay kumakain ay sabay ring nabubusog.
I hope that was a very funny remark. Was that rub tickling? I hope so or else I will be kicked out of the dormitory. One of the things considered for you to be an upperclassman is to be amusing, intellectually or physically or both. Hee-Haw. Of course, it is our duty to make your stay here in the dormitory full of enjoyment and pleasantly entertaining. At the same time, it is like we are on the job training. Who knows? We will be the future comics of the country.
Last month, the House Council Officers of Castillo Del Placuna Placenta conducted the first-ever Famealy Day in the Best Dorm. I was surprised to see these publicities all over the dormitory inviting us to have dinner at the Common Dining Hall. I was clueless of what is going to happen. The only thought that I had in my mind was that we are just going to eat dinner together like a family. I guess they got the idea from the advertisement being shown in the television by one of the country’s leading producer of noodles. I am sorry. I do not know what the brand mark is. Lucky me or Maggi? It does not really matter anyway.
The Famealy Day turned out to be successful. Most of the dormers joined the activity and enjoyed having dinner with the Balay Lampirong Family. Everyone enjoyed not just because we were filled to satisfaction by the foods and drinks but also it was a chance for us to bond and spend quality time with our siblings in the dormitory. Aside from that, the food which was prepared was yummy and it even got yummier when our crushes are in front of us while we were eating. Joke. Oh boy. Crushes? That’s just temporary love of an adolescent. It could even not be love. Why do I talk about love anyway? What I wanted that through Famealy Day, we were able to make our social and emotional ties even deeper.
A family is social unit living together, right? Yes. We really are a family. We live under one rusty roof but do not sleep on the same bed of course. Oh wait. It just popped up out of nowhere. A family is made of a father, mother and children. Who are our parents? Do you know them? I do not even know the answer. I have a solution for this. Let us know the answer through this poll:
Para sa mga avid readers -- sana meron naman -- namin dito sa blog sana pagpasensyahan nyu ang aming kakulangan sa mga panahong ito. Kakulangan sa paghatid ng sariwang balita sa dorm at campus; kalulangan sa pag-upload ng photos; at sa kung ano pa mang kakulangang di namin nabanggit. Pasensya talaga. Ginagawa at gagawin po namin ang aming makakaya para mapanatiling updated ang site na ito. Maaari lamang po ay maintindihan nyung malapit ng magtapos ang sem. Ibig sabihin, tambak na school works at exams ang drama namin ngayon. Linggu-linggo nalang may exams at reports na kelangan ipasa. Hahay*..Dis is layp, ika nga.
Ngayong araw na ito lamang ay naganap ang OPEN ROOM(O.R.) dito sa BEST DORM.[wink*] Alas-kwatro pa lang gising na ang HC, at abala sa pagpo-post ng mga announcements sa naturang activity. Buong araw na gumala ang mga babae't lalaki sa dalawang wing ng buong laya. Nagtapos ang araw na ito sa isang simpleng AWARDING Program na handog ng HC.
P.S. Kahapon, 28.09.09, naganap ang "HOLWAN faMEALy DAY" sa CDH, 6pm. Ito ay bilang pakikibahagi ng nag-iisang BEST FAMILY sa nag-iisang BEST DORM sa 'sama-samang pagkain ng buong pamilya sa hapag-kainan ng LUCKY ME'.
Para sa mga karagdagang scoop sa mga kaganapang ito, manatiling nakaantabay sa site sa ito.
Someday in my life I response to the stimulus of my deep emotions through my creative way of creating poem.
I am riding in a jeepney going to IloiloCity. Something in my mind pops out, a very poetic line that I have to convert into a piece of my poem. Before I reach my destination I already wrote the last stroke ok my hand.
Here came August, always the month celebrated as “Buwan ng Wika” and like anything you experience in college, “Lingguwan” was a different level of celebrating the Filipino heritage.
Day 1, 24th of August the year 2009, I remember it clearly since it was the quietest day of my life. Every 2 hours we were required to speak a specified Filipino language or else…OR ELSE…. Since I don’t know Waray, Chavacano, Akeanon, Bisaya, Gay Linggo and Kinaray-a, which comprises ¾ of the hours, I was forced to shut my mouth for about… 12 hours each day. Such torture I did endure until the clock struck 12 midnight on Tuesday (yes 2 days of silence, that’s correct). It was fun though, listening to the others speak their native tongue and others struggle to learn. Others, like me, were just listening to how people slide the dialect from their mouths and seeing how proud they are with big grins on their faces. I myself am proud that I learned at least one phrase in Bisaya… Di-le ko maot… to anyone who understands this laugh all you want! Haha!
The following day’s activities were the Hall1mpics where everyone got a shot to play one or more Filipino games. There were games such as “Tumbang Patis”, “Luksong Baka” and my personal favorite (since it was the only game I played)“Patintero”. But *sigh* it wasn’t a perfect day because of the “goddam road”*sigh* I think you all know what I’m talking about. Still, we had fun under the sun reliving the days when we were younger and played like we didn’t have exams the following minute.
Friday… I have no words for how that day went. It was shame and adrenaline mixed all together as I suited up for my “Imelda” costume… yes, it was power dressing day wherein we dressed up according to the specifications of each wing in the dorm. You all know how Imelda dresses right? So I need no further explanations why there were mixed emotions. I don’t know how the others felt but for me, it was the stiffest day of my life. I couldn’t breathe well because my corset was tight, I couldn’t sleep because the sleeves of my Balintawak were poking out, I couldn’t walk well because I kept stepping on my skirt… it was chaos in a hot pink Filipiniana… but… I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that if given a chance to pull a stunt like that again… I would…excitedly even! Hahaha!
Gabi ng mga Bituin… Night of the Stars… well of course since stars only come at night(haha Eunice haha…) but seriously speaking it was the night where we all came out and PARTIED!!! Native Filipino foods were all around and famous people graced the program such as Boy Abunda and Kris Aquino who were our emcees! (haha Eunice haha…)Imelda Marcos was there as well (ahem…) and Darna too! It was truly the night of the stars were everyone, fantasy or reality, came together to celebrate the pride of being a Filipino. A mini program was held where they showcased the different mascots of each wing of the dorm. Darna, Jasmine, Imelda Marcos, Manny Pacquiao and the Ibong Adarna strutted on the catwalk and like any other pageant, answered the question and answer portion. Talagang pinasalita naman ako ng baluktot kong Filipino. Siyempre naman… Linggo ng Wika diba…hahaha! Of course there could only be one winner even though all of the mascots were so good and I congratulate… the IBONG A-DARNA!!! What followed next was dancing all night and early morning after taking a few memorabilia of pictures. *sigh* good things DO come to an end and we had to say “enough” as we closed the “Lingguwan” celebration. But… and I hope that this is true… that after we strip off from our costumes and return to our bookish selves that we would never forget to be “Juan”… we are after all “JuaninHallOne”…HAHA... corny! Seriously speaking though… think about it. ^_^
~BEST POSE of the MONTH:
LOBO, Ang Huling Bantay~
(Taken by JR Macahilas, 21-August, Hall1 Inner court during the Ginanggang Party) More pix in the slideshow below:
Ubos Saging Lubos Saya
written by CARLO SEVERINO RECTO
Story Time!!
Sa umaga ng isang Biyernes, papuntang Lola’s Inn sina Carlo, Ate Alyssa, at Ate Rhonax. Sa Lola’s Inn, nagkita ang grupo kina Mamita, Kuya Justin, at Kuya Pio.
[Malapit na magtanghalian pero nagbreakfast pa rin :D]
Nagpabusog ang lahat sa masarap na pagkain na iniluto ni Lola.
Carlo: Ate, paano na yung picnic na pinagusapan natin last week? [wahehe]
Ate Rhonax: (~_~) Pwede tayu magpicnic kung gusto mo. Pwede sa Inner Court.
Mamita: Yey! Picnic! Libre ni Carlo! Pabanwa ta kung gusto mo. Pero plan muna. (^_^)
Carlo: (T_T) Waaa! Di ako makakalibre sa inyo!
Mamita: Sugba na lang ta Sab-a! Ginanggang! (^3^)
Carlo: Anu yun? Di ba spider web na siya? (:D) ?
Mamita: (O_O) ! Carlo!! Sab-a is Banana. Saging.
Carlo: Aaaahhhh… (:D)
To Banwa went Mamita, Carlo and Kuya Pio.
Bumili ng Sab-a [Hindi yung spider web. Yung Banana.], Margarine, Sugar, Uling, Marshmallows, Barbecue Sticks, at Ice Cream[Para sa amin. Nyaks!]
Mga 3:30, nagstart na ang party. Music filled the air hanggang hindi kami makahinga unless bukas ang tainga namin.
Yung iba first time magroast ng marshmallow. Yung iba first time nagparty sa Inner Court. Yung iba first time nakarining ng word ng ginanggang. Pagkatapos magpabusog sa Ginanggang, naglaro ang Hall1 ng Chocolate! Softball with Slippers!
Kaya VS Kulob! Napunta ako sa Kaya, ang pinakamagandang group! (^_^) Pero nanalo ang Kulob… [(T_T) Ok lang… Laro lang naman.]
Natapos ng maaga ang party dahil may cheering practices ang iba pero bago sila umalis sa Hall1, ngumiti ang lahat dahil sa successful na Ginanggaanay Party ng Hall1! [Ginanggang(yung pagkain) + Anay (hindi yung langgam. Yung suffix na nilalagay after ng words to signify an event full of games) = Ginanggaanay]
Salamat Hall1 Dormers sa pagsusupport sa party! Mas papasasayahin pa namin ang sumusunod na parties! At pinakamalaking salamat kina Mamita at Kuya Pio. Kung wala sila ay hindi sana naging totoo ang party! Salamat sa inyong oras at mag-abang na lang tayo sa iba pang party nag pag-uusapan namin ni Ate Rhonax at Mamita! >:)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
MY BODY
A Reflection Paper
My body is a wonderland. It has full of mysteries unsolved as I least expected. My body is complex being yet vital. But no one, even I, can really tell everything about my body. What is my body? Why I have this body? Who is my body? These questions are still in the process of identifying what the answer is.
What is my body? My body is composed of cells that group together to form tissues. These tissues are organized into different organs that will perform a specific task that will contribute to the wellness of my body physically. It is a very co
mplex thing to discuss how the smallest part of my body, the cell, is a very vital and does the most important job like the production of energy, by breaking down and combining of molecules, that will be used up by the entire body through some physical and mental activities. Also, I use my body to feel, think, eat and experience everything I want to do. I can do anything I want with my body that is how important my body is. Yet, not all the time I can rely on my body. There are times that I can abuse my body that can lead to its malfunction and negative responses. Taking good care of my body is the best thing I can do. Moreover, my body is not consistent as it is. My body changes everyday. This does not mean that I undergo morphing; this means that my body is different now than before because of the factors that affecting my well being. My body is not a thing that any one can use. Only I can use my body.
Why I have this body? What is your ideal body? Should it be Brad Pitt look-a-like? Angelina Jolie characteristics? Kissable lips? Broad shoulder? V-shaped structure? 36-24-36 vital statistic? Unfortunately, I do not have all this characteristics. My body only has the kissable lips and nothing more. Ideal body has its social standard. What is the beautiful body is dictated by the society. As a result, people, including me, want to have that ideal body that the society set. Most people do anything just to have that body. They go to the gyms to tune up their body. And if the gym cannot do anything or they are tired to go to the gym, they go to the fastest and comfortable ways to have that body like the Belo and Calayan. But I can say that somehow I am contented of what my body has. Although, there are times that I plan to go to the gym or have a daily exercise activities, but with the busy schedule that I have I cannot have them both. If I have that body, I will be proud and flaunt my body with pride. I may consider it as one of my precious possessions. But for now, I am contented of what I have, height, skin, eyes and lips. People may judge me through my body but what matters most is how I deal with them and what are the traces that I can leave to them.
Who is my body? Who posses my body? Do I really have my body? Who will take my body from me? These are very difficult questions that I may partially answer. I have my body and I posses my body. I am the dictator. I am the slave. I can tell my body what to do. My body can response about what I can do. I set the goals. My body set the limitations. I know that I am miserable but my body can tell that I have to grin. The two parts of my body, the I and the body. These two can jive with each other but sometimes they can have different faces to show. They can have two different emotions in just one instance. The body can tell you that I am happy but the I feels that I am tearing inside. You cannot posses my body neither the I. You cannot take the body from the I. I cannot have you and you cannot have me. The I posses the body and the body posses the I. Only me can have me. I can give a part of me but you cannot have all of me. My body is not like you, I am different, unique and precious.
My body is not a thing that any one can use. Only I can use my body. I am contented of what I have. People may judge me through my body but what matters most is how I deal with them and what are the traces that I can leave to them. I can give a part of me but you cannot have all of me. My body is different, unique and I am precious.
It will be 3 days and we'll bid goodbye to August. Time really flies by so quickly. Just imagine that 3 months had already passed since we entered the dorm -- the BEST Dorm, I must say![reminiscing mode*] But before we totally kiss farewell to August, here is another blog entry from one of our dormers. Her article last time was, I must say, a hit! It really gained quite a number of comments. VeryCONTROVERSIAL, right?[wink*] Talagang ang daming nag-react at nagbatuhan ng comments -- some were 'korni' & some were a bit serious, let them be.
Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy reading this one. Form comments, please click the word "COMMENTS" just below the article. Thanx.[smile*]
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JUST in Thought
by Justicia Barrios II
Sometimes, when we’re so caught up in a moment, we forget how it truly feels to be emancipated. All we feel is the urgency to take in the present. But sometimes too, clarity sneaks in. When everything seems to find its rightful place, the world takes on a new meaning. Everything becomes illuminated, and a path never taken before opens up. And then a stupid grin starts to form on your face.
That’s what’s been happening to me lately. All those angst of the past is now somehow being overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of purpose and direction. Being giddy and happy never seemed so easy. Being joyful used to entail a strenuous effort on my part. With no apparent reason (or maybe there is one lying in my subconscious that I am obviously unaware of), I feel light, and most of all... hopeful. Weird, but nice actually. Like everything will just work out right. I know my future is riddled with so many difficulties and frustrations that are yet to be unearthed and reveal their condescending nature to me, but still, I can’t help but just be hopeful. The reason for which I may not fully understand... yet.
I don’t feel jealous about the smallest of infraction on my ego. It’s easier to laugh and smile. Not getting my way doesn’t have that same heart- crushing effect on me anymore. But most surprisingly still, I find it easy to be nice to people. I am generally nice, but I don’t generally practice it. Just afraid that people won’t reciprocate. I don’t handle rejection that well.
Today is so weird. I had this moment of clarity before. That one more naive than now. Well, it included fireworks for one. I have this sudden vision about my future. It’s so appealing to grow and mature now, when before it proved to be a threatening prospect to me.
Time indeed goes by so fast. One time, I was deeply bothered that I was about to start preschool. And now, the least of my worries involves a numerous number of long exams. It’s not like life suddenly presented a whole new meaning to me. I don’t think the answers to life’s questions come that easily.
I wish this would last. This current situation feels like finding the perfect wardrobe you’re looking for. You know you wouldn’t be the best-looking creature on earth when you wear it, but still, it’s comfortable, the perfect fit, wraps itself around you and makes everything all the better. Haha... How shallow to compare it to clothes given that I really don’t give a damn about what I wear.
Again, nothing seemed different today. Same face(s)*wink*, same places. But everything just felt right.
Buhay na buhay at puno ng sigla ang mga dormers ng Bulwagang Uno(Hall1) habang idinaraos ang kanilang “SAMA-SAMANG PAGKAMATAY” o Group“Die” este Group Dy. . .namics(as quoted by Kuya Idol) . . . [toink!=)]
Kamakailan lang ay na-TEASE talaga tayo sa TEASER ng GroupDy(GD) na ginawa ni Little Pi. Kung kaya’t naging matagumpay ika nga ang di-magkamayaw na Group Discussion at Sharing noong ika-16 ng Agosto, di-ganap alas-sais ng gabi.
Perobago ang lahat, nagsalu-salo ang bawat grupo sa solidarity dinner sa hindi kalayuang lugar -- sa CITY. . . as in CITY-H[baw! soo freshie!*] at ang iba ay nasa HEAVEN lang naman . . . Heaven's Bliss. (joke pa ni nga ginatawag?!*)
Nagkalat at nag-iwan ng mga bakas ang sampung grupo sa iba't ibang sulok ng dormitoryo; may nasa lobby, sa upper wings, sa lower wings, sa annex wing, sa inner court, sa mini lib, sa CR (jowk na naman liwat!*), sa washroom(korni na guid!*).
Maraming nakatago sa baul ang sa wakas ay nabunyag at narinig nang simulan na ng mga upperclassmen ang paggisa[baw!amu guid ni ang term?*hahaha] sa mga freshmen. Hindi rin nag-atubili ang mga persyers sa pagsagot sa mga ibinabatong katanungan ng mga ate & kuya.
Naging bukas ang lahat sa pagbahagi kani-kaniyang karanasan, impresyon, katangahan, kagalingan, reklamo & hinaing, kinaiinisan, kinagagalakan at kinahuhumalingan [hmmmm...interesting*] habang tinatahak ang landas ng pamumuhay sa Miami!
Napag-usapan at nabigyang puna ang samu't saring kaganapan at mga tampuhan. Kinamusta din ang relasyon at pakitutungo ng bawat dormers sa iba't ibang kulay ng personalidad na siya nilang nakakasalamuha araw-araw. Bakas sa mukha ng bawat isa ang inis at pagkabahala habang naglalabas ng sama ng loob sa mga TERROR SUBJECTS dagdagan pa ng UBER TERROR PROFS. Pero higit sa lahat, hawang-hawa ang karamihan sa virus ng HOMESICKNESS na isa na palang epidemya.
Sa kabutihang palad, nagsusumikap ang mga kapwa Homesick na upperclass at iba pang dormers sa pag-organisa ng mga laro, picnics, at iba pang gimiks upang maisalin ang atensyon ng mga naho-homesick. Lubha ngang karaniwan na lang ang sitwasyon ng biglaang pagtulo ng luha habang kinakausap sina Nanay at Tatay sa telepono.
Pero ang GD ay hindi lang pala hanggang chismisan at kwentuhan ng nakakabagbag-damdaming karanasan. Dito rin namumulat sa mg posibleng lunas at nabibigyang payo ang bawat isa upang mapaayos at mapabuti ang buhay kolehiyo at buhay dormer ng taga-wan.
Bonggang-bongga sa lahat ang naging katuwang ng taga-wan sa pagkamit ng kanilang “goal” bilang iskolar ng bayan. Binisita ang dormitoryo ng super-adventurous na lakwatserang negra at friend – sina DORA at DORO. Sina Dora at Doro ang naging susi upang ma-set ng bawat isa ang kailangang gampanan na tungkulin upang makamit ang pangarap at inasam-asam nilang kabutihan sa buhay. (dalom buh!*)
Sa DORA-DORO Activity kung saan sila binigyan ng papel na may larawan ni Dora, para sa mga babae at Doro, para sa mga lalaki ay isinulat nila ang kanilang mga kinakailangan o steps upang makamit ang kanilang mga ‘goals’na isinulat naman nila sa isang kapirasong bubble thought na construction paper. Ang Bubble Thought na ito kung saan may nakasulat na numero sa likod ang basihan upang mahanap nila ang kanilang promise partners. Ang “PROMISE PARTNERS” ang magsisilbing katuwang at tagapaala-ala ng bawat isa upang siguradong maisagawa ang mga pangakong binitiwan para makamit ang minimithi. Para silang si Yaya & Angelina, si Mata & si Kamay, si Juan & si Pedro, si Katawan & si Konsensya . . . etc.
Sa Big Group bandang alas-9 ng gabi, ipinagdiriwang din ng mga dormers ang “Sabayang Kapanganakan” ng mga may kaarawan mula Hunyo hanggang Agosto 16. Katakam-takam na Choco Topps at (kandilang)Stick-o ang naging handa at inialay sa mga celebrator. Nakuha pa ni Ate Gelai ang pinakamahabang Stick-O (pinakalip-ot guro!*). Pinagsaluhan naman ng mga non-celebrator ang isang bald eng biskwet ‘that comes in different sizes & shapes’ . . . Yehey!!!
Nabulabog ang kukote at katinuan ng taga ODD at EVEN team nang magtunggalian sa larong Pinoy Henyo. Ni hindi na alam ng isa kung ano ang balat sa tinalupan. Matatandaang ang sagot ni Renan ay “NO” sa tanong na “Tao ba si Kyle?”; naging lugar ang TV at dispenser; at naging place pa si Manong Larry. (Ate Gelai, daw mini lib man 'to!*)
Higit sa lahat, bonggang CONGRATULATIONS at Palakpakan dahil DRAW lang naman ang resulta ng laro sa pagitan ng dalawang grupo. (Bawi sa pahampang!*)
Pero uber bungga jud na CONGRATULATIONS at Standing ovation ang ating igawad para sa kooperasyon ng bawat dormers dahil sa matagumpay ang ating Group Dynamics, napagtibay at lalo pang mapapabongga ang buhay Holwan ng isang iskolar ng bayan. [Ayyyy...grabeh....!*]
Wina Irah Basister, BS Economics-I, Bacolod City
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This day is not just any ordinary day. Yes! The Philippines is celebrating Ninoy Aquino’s historical death. But here in Lampirong, we are celebrating TACARDON’s – The Great Tacardon(head’s up*) -- DAY!
On the 21st of August, 1988 an icon of greatness was born. JOEFER TACARDON. By greatness, we mean extra-super-talented & smart. But these words aren’t enough to describe the legacy that Kuya Joefer has left in the campus, in the dorm, and especially in the hearts of the many people whose lives he touched in his simple yet powerful way.
Kaya, Kuya Joefer, ‘karapat-dapat ka lang i-clap-clap’! (Woohoo*)
Magta-tatlong buwan pa lang kami dito sa dorm, pero dama namin ang kaibahan sa pagkawala ng presensya ng mga tinagurian naming “Pillars ng Hall1” – Ate Maan, Kuya Ujin, at Kuya Joefer. Sa mga saglit na usapan at pagtitipun-tipon, hindi nawawala kailanman sa isipan naming ang mga bagay na palagiang ginagawa nila sa mga ganoong pagkakataon. Sa tuwing tatambay kami sa canopy bigla nalang may sasambit ng, “Ahay…nadumduman ko sina ate maan kag kuya joef ah…ang drama2x nila nga duha…hidlaw nako ah…”. Oh… God knows how we super miss them.
If I’m not mistaken, 21 ka na. So that makes you an official member of the bachelor society.[haha*] Congrats! May full legal access ka na sa kayamanan ng iyong pamilya’t angkan. (Woohoo!*)
Para sa akin, tumatak talaga ang pangalang JOEFER TACARDON sa aking isipan. Sila na ang kinamulatan naming upperclass dito sa dorm; Ang nagbibigay buhay sa weekend-blues ng dorm; Ang suki ng couch tuwing lingo para manood ng ASAP; Ang main actor ng drama series sa dorm. Nakakamiss!
Kuya Joefer, saksi kami sa iyong pagsusumikap para makarating ka sa iyong kinaroroonan ngayon, at alam naming malayo pa iyong mararating. Sana hindi mo kami makalimutan dahil kailanman ay hindi ka mawawala sa aming puso’t isipan.
At sa mahalagang araw na ito ng kapanganakan ng nag-iisang JOEFER TACARDON, nararapat lamang na siya’y bigyang-pugay! Kuya Joefer, MALIGAYANG KAARAWAN sa’yo! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! MALIPAYONG PAGSELEBRAR sa imong ADLAW nga NATAWHAN! MASADYA nga PAGSELEBRAR sa imo KAADLAWAN!
Dalawang (2) Tulog nalang atGroup Dynamics na!
'49 Hours to be exact' Can't Wait! Supah!*
But before that most-awited event, commercial muna...yey!
Para inspired tayo before the group dy.
Here is a blog entry submitted to me by one of our dearest dormers. Itago na lamang natin sya sa pangalangJUSTICIA BARRIOS II.[Haha! Talagang tinago di ba!? evil -kiddin'-laugh*]
I'm just so proud of this girl for staying charming in spite of all the odds.[smiles*] I could see the diversity when it comes to the personalities naman kasi sa dorm, and talagang each one ha their own persona. Some, they still hide it, or maybe they're just not aware of it, but when the right time comes for sure they'll all bloom like a lovely flower in the wild. [hmmm... how was that?]
I should have been happy this week. A lot of things and happenings had given me temporary joy. But that’s just it, TEMPORARY!
An elder friend once shared to me a story that had a moral attached to it. She said there were four things you could never take back: a stone thrown away, a time spent, a word that was spoken, and an opportunity not taken.
I just might have lost all of these in one day, and I can never take them back again. I’m always wishing I didn’t have to do the things I did. The things I’ve said are now part of my deepest regrets, the hurt they’ve caused that need not be the case if I knew the virtue of tolerance. I want to stop thinking I’m better than everybody else, because I know I’m not. I wish I could stop wishing to be the opposite of who I am, because no matter how much the world and circumstances would change, I’m still bound to be the same. Because that’s who I made myself out to be— someone incapable of change. Sure, I sometimes take the first step, an effort towards the process of making a better me. But not long after do I revert back to my old self again.
I no longer want to be the person I think I am. I want to know that I am capable of goodness, and that people would believe that too. Because that’s all I need, for people to take a look at me and never have to wonder who I am, or who I am pretending to be.
The more I seem to loathe others, the more I get hurt because all the things I say about them are just reflections of who I am. I tend to hurt people for all the unnecessary reasons, and I’d like to say I don’t mean it, but people never do things that are not embedded in their subconscious. I easily turn people away, and I am not on top of anybody’s list for anything. I may wear the bravest facade in a crowd, but I am a coward. I have so many what-could-have-beens, most of which I could have done something to make them happen. But I was busy pretending I could conquer the world, and that everything and everyone will just have to wait for me. Who was I kidding? I had the world at my feet temporarily, and it got into my head. And now that my time’s over, I still can’t adapt to the changes it brings. I still feel so self-important at times, and it gets in the way of how I am with people, or how I am with the simple things that bring happiness yet I chose to overlook.
I must be lucky some people stick with me, that I am not completely devoid of acquaintances; that I am still somehow tolerable to be with. Maybe people say bad things about me or talk behind my back or have negative impressions about me, but at least I haven’t personally heard or overheard any.
People say I am different. I would trade anything to be just like anybody else on a given day. I don’t want to be popular or great; I just want to be happy and contended. Somehow, I couldn’t find these things, and so I substitute happiness and contentment with temporary highs that greatness brings. And when I’m all drained and burned out, all that’s left is emptiness and loneliness. And then I start from scratch again, picking up the pieces from the last time I was shattered.
All I want is all that I don’t have. Not because they’re expensive or hard to come by. I just want someone who’d have me on their mind all the time. Someone who’d be excited to sit next to me in class. Someone who’d reveal a secret and say I’m the first to know. A beautiful picture that captures a beautiful moment. A secret feat I could be proud of. A best friend I could talk to anytime, anywhere. A place I could enter and say “I’m home”. Someone who’s always happy to see me. I need a warm hug, a kind word, a gentle touch, a modest recognition. Someone. Anyone.
I know my story is an overrated one. It’s been written and rewritten countless times. It’s the plot of the greatest self-pity story. It’s the soundtrack of a broken record. It’s the hymn of the misunderstood. It’s the lifeline of the half-dead. All these for a good reason. Because it can be anybody, a nobody. It could be the subplot of misery and hurt, or easily a reason for existence. Whatever it is or may be, we’re all bound to feel it. That darkness that creeps in unknowingly.
So here’s the choice: We stay in the dark or find the light. ‘Cause here’s what I’ve been told: “The darkness doesn’t have any answers. The thing they say about pain, hurt, and all that garbage being romantic and poetic? It’s just garbage and pain. And the day you think that love is overrated is the day that you’re wrong. And the only thing wrong with love and faith is to not have them.”
I want to grasp love of the purest, and immerse myself in the immensity of faith. I want to be at peace with my inner battles, the conflicts that arise from my troubled past. I want to feel safe and assured that I may not have everything I want but I have everything I need because I am capable of loving another human being, and that in return, I am worthy of their love too.
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