A comma’s perspective

Once upon a time, I fell in-love with a boy. Not just any boy but the funniest boy in the world. We had tons of fun together. We hang out, have dinner together and talk until the wee hours of morning. We exchange queer ideas about life, zombies, potatoes, etc.

I didn’t mind sleeping at three in the morning even though I have an oration or extemporaneous contest hours later, as long as we’d talk I felt like everything’s in place – and I never regretted it. I’m not really sure how and why I fell in-love with him. Even up until now, the reason why I felt that way for him that way is unknown.

Anyways, I was really happy that time. Happy in a sense that it was my personal choice to like him, to feel that way, winning a contest would always require you to do your best, and your fate was always reliant to the judges’ decision but with love all you need is a choice and the best is always dependent in the eyes of the beholder.

Things changed, when I woke up not feeling anything, nothing at all. I ignored his smiles, his kindly gestures. Although I felt nothing it was worse than pain. It was like overcoming an addiction without the bliss of effort. Vague as it seems I was certain that I fell out of love.

I fell out of love at an age far to be considered fragile. Remembering these accounts did not make me feel stupid or arrogant neither does it pain me as it did before. It somewhat made me realize how feeble emotions are, how insignificant they can be in the long run and that was the most painful thing, realizing you did fall in love by getting your heart broken, not by anyone but by yourself.

Here, I realized that I am my own enemy. But with this realization I have ventured to the abyss of loneliness and stayed there for quite some time away from myself. Coming back I can conclude that the happiest people on earth are not those who triumphantly lives but those who overcome failure, that the only thing greater than the power of the mind is the courage of the heart to forgive yourself and forget, that the triumph of defeat is greater than failure.

P.S. I can still afford another heartache from the same person.

The Art of Trust

How many times have you lied in a day? How many times have you been lied to? Guilty I am of both. Every betrayal always begins with trust and I have been betrayed by my emotions my, my selfishness. I am always but critical of what  has been agreed upon, what was planned to happen. But for some reason, fate had plans that have angered my trust. Like Jacob who thought he was marrying Rachel but underneath the veil was Rachel. Yes, I am thankful but I am not a slave of acceptance and for that I am sorry.

Not too late

In May 2009 I had two disappointments. First was that I didn’t have a brother and I’ve been praying for one, no, make it two, since I was six. Second, I was supposed to be in U.P. to study Political Science and not here stuck in Iloilo to take up a communication course that I highly doubted will suit me.

Twice, I tried to shift course and transfer schools. Then again fate had somehow decided that I stay. I always asked God, why West? Why Journalism? Why don’t I have a brother or any sibling at all? Days would come when I questioned class lessons, bemused why I’m learning about communication models when I should be discussing constitutional sections and Latin maxims.

Three years had already passed and here I am about to finish Bachelor in Journalism as a degree. Here I am about to end my college life. And here I am sharing the most beautiful College realization God has given me. Here I am, being thankful.

During the University Student Council elections last, I admit I was at the verge of losing my sanity to defeat. Campaigning made my soul lethargic, going home at 11:30 in the evening was compromising me of my health and my academics – I was lost.

I prayed really hard to God for strength, that my days will be brighter and sweeter despite the heavy challenges that lie ahead and that I survive the campaign period. It was during the Grand Rally that I realized how big my Goliath is but after my speech I broke down to peace and accepted whatever the outcome is. After the rally, I saw the support of my fellow CMC students, saw how much enthusiasm they did carrying my placards and trying to convince students to vote for me – I almost cried. To them, I owe the position of being the USC Vice Chairperson. And with that I am forever in debt.

The College of Mass Communications had been my home for three years and counting. It has given me so many opportunities, so many wise reprimands that made me a wiser person, so much love. I can still remember the time I got accepted in the JENESYS Program. It was a stepping stone of my growth as a young ambassador and it started my dream of working for UNESCO.

The College gave me something to pursue and pursue I will. Remembering my Ayala interview made me see how much the college changed me, not for the better but for the best. And I thought nothing of how much I benefited from my college but at how much I am happy that I’m making a difference because of my stay, because I am a Communication student.

I was born to be a Journalism student. Being in U.P. would’ve been a wonderful academic experience. But I believe and I know, my decision to stay here at WVSU was one of the best scholastic and life choices I ever made.

As for not having any siblings, the college gave me more than 500 little brother and sisters that inspire me every day calling me “Ate” or “Manang”. They have given me so much laughter and so many memories that my heart overflows every time I remember them. They made me feel like the sister I always wanted to be. They have allowed me to become part of their lives, giving them advice, scolding them when necessary and helping them as much as I can.

I’ve been blessed with my stay in the college. No words or tangible representations of gratitude will ever suffice how much I’m thankful to the college and the people in it. The power of time will not erase my love for the college that has given me the privilege to feel what it is to be an “Ate”. The forces of uncertainty will never hamper my goal that the college has made even more zealous – and that is to be a diplomatic lawyer eight years from now.

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My Movie List

Movies are imagination made real. Almost defying reality, it has given one of  the greatest forms of entertainment known to man. The following are the greatest movies I’ve ever seen in my lifetime in random order.

1. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

2. Star Wars (All six movies)

3. The Boy in Striped Pajamas

4. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

5. Hunger Games

6. 500 Days of Summer

7. Wizard of Oz (Original Version)

8. Atonement

9. The Iron Lady

10. Flipped

11. Lara Croft (Tomb Raider and The Cradle of Life)

12. The Young Victoria

13. Marie Antoinette

14. The Chronicles of Narnia

15. The Band of Brothers

16. Saving Private Ryan

17. Shinobi

18. Hachiko

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CMC joins Bangi-anay 2012

Ending its three year hiatus in university debate competitions, the WVSU College of Mass Communications sent representatives to the annual Bangi-anay Debate Competition sponsored by the University Student Council.

The college’s debaters are Hyacinth Bangero, Allen Gerard Daguay and Denise Tesoro with understudies Louis Lorenzo Lalisan, Reesa Isabelle Facon and Jonthan Gange. Serving as adviser of the CMC debate team is Prof. Edel Carmela Subong. “This is a milestone. The college would really like to make a comeback in the debate arena since we are producing dynamic speakers and commentators. I’m really looking forward to watch this event – Ma. Antonette Caldeo, 4th year Journalism student.

The first match of the college will be against the College of Education on September 14, 2012 at the PESCAR Gym. Winners of the elimination phase and the highest scoring college will move on to the finals and compete for debate supremacy on September 17, 2012 at the WVSU Cultural Centre. “This is an achievement for the College of Mass Communications to be able to send an entry for Bangi-anay because this will be a very good avenue for learning” – Jester Paul Bacabac, Committee Chair CMC Debating Team.

CMC students are highly encouraged to support their representatives on the 17th. Competing colleges include the College of Education, College of Nursing, College of Arts and Sciences, Integrated Laboratory School and the College of PESCAR.

Photo credits: WVSU – Student Council

The power of 140 characters


Logging on to twitter at the eve of Typhoon Gener I can’t help but be amazed at how much Bayanihan Filipinos expressed in 140 characters. Relief operations, donations, there was a lot going on to help fellow Filipinos in such a dire time. Out of the thousands, one particular tweet made me jump out of my seat and it was that of Ayala Museum – “The Filipino spirit is waterproof”.

Surely the genius behind this deserves an ovation. The statement inspired artists and bloggers to create a series of essays and features that gave rise to a nationalistic revolution that emphasized the glorious ability of Filipinos to adapt and overcome any calamity. Artworks sprang in social networking sites portraying the shape and color of the hope.

Such is the power of new media to influence, inspire and most of all encourage. Many businesses rose with the aid of social networking sites, many went bankrupt. Educational and political policies were approved and abolished, lovers fall in-love and lovers part ways in and through social media. One colossal impact of twitter was that of the people power in Egypt. Twitter paved way to unite the Egyptians in one venue, one voice and one spirit to overthrow Ghadafi – and their efforts were not in vain.

Social media is part of our everyday lives. Especially with the rise of citizen journalism, news can travel faster than sound, though we have to admit that credibility had been an issue the news organizations’ addiction to social networking sites has been proof of how crucial its role is in the media industry.

Over the internet, many are moved by podcasts, blogs and pictures of how Typhoon Gener affected Luzon. Many of which created public opinion and social movement and forced the government to do more than what is required, the social media poses one of the 21st century’s greatest lesson that is to: Never underestimate the power of 140 characters.

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