tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291972432009-07-07T15:15:04.552+08:00CHRONI-CoolsI like to chronicle... And that's cool!blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-77951810551064811942007-10-27T15:21:00.000+08:002007-10-27T16:52:55.624+08:00Boboto na Ako<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RyL8MgEK5nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mE4Zs1ZkE0Y/s1600-h/Comelec.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125936617597101682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RyL8MgEK5nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mE4Zs1ZkE0Y/s320/Comelec.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally! I can cast my precious ballot on October 29. I am a registered voter since May 2007, I am here in Tarlac, and I know who to vote for. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This may not be as grand as the Midterm Elections last May (when I was </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://blogerista01.blogspot.com/2007/05/unable-to-vote.html">Unable to Vote</a>). </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But still, I get to be a citizen of the Republic. As Prof. Solita "Winnie" Monsod said, the baranggay is where it all starts. When you have good baranggay officials, they make sure the city/municipal leaders don't mess with their powers. Then the good governance cycle goes all the way up.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Out of my sheer excitement, I went to the Comelec office at Tarlac City Hall to get my Voter's ID (though this is not necessarily needed in the voting precincts). To my surprise, the Comelec employee told me that the most recent Voters IDs delivered to them were the IDs of those who registered in 2003! Is this an isolated case here in Tarlac (where the Comelec office has only one desktop computer for the voters' registration). Is this "Only in Tarlac?" Plese let me know. Or else, I'll be sad for my hometown.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, expect me to </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">proudly </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">to raise my "dirty finger" up in the air with pride for my friends and relatives to see. </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">As <a href="http://risingsun.dannyarao.com/2007/05/15/a-dirty-finger-we-can-proudly-display/">Prof. Danny Arao</a> puts it, that is "</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">one dirty finger you should proudly display at least once every three years." </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, that will be possible if and only if indelible inks are placed on one's fingertip during Baranggay Elections. Are there? With or without indelible ink, my road will lead to the my voting precinct!</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://blogerista01.blogspot.com/2007/05/unable-to-vote.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-7795181055106481194?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-91935979480722377812007-09-27T23:15:00.000+08:002007-09-27T23:59:43.294+08:00God Timing, Good Timing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.onlinegalleries.com/gfx/20111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RvvS7ulGkmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_NgETydK3dI/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114913725367095906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thursday's the practice day for the CMC Wildcats (there are also practice on Mondays, if you want to duke it out with the championship caliber Wildcats Womens Team). Supposedly, this Thurs. will be one of a kind. There could have been a "Trish factor."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My girlfriend finds it awkward to rub elbows with the pack of cats. But because of her college publication project, she has to mingle with the team for some interviews. It should have been really obvious: I really like to see her by the courtside (watching me, of course) as I dribble, pass, and shoot the ball and burn the hoops. Never mind the sweat all over my body. Never mind if walang poise. That could have been the Trish factor at work.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />However, the practice was cancelled. Aw. But it was a blessing in disguise. A real blessing. Time is more than gold during these crucial times. It's even more than a diamond. Thesis proposal (one night to finish). Feature article. Looming final exams. Essays. Org. Campus organ. All in a few days worth of work. Thank God! Ah, precious time for me.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Wait! Why the heck am I blogging during this crucial time? Back to business!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-9193597948072237781?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-88570449463709748522007-09-23T16:52:00.000+08:002007-09-23T17:00:46.675+08:00'Em Back on Track<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RvYqs-lGklI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g31gspEK9ZA/s1600-h/rock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RvYqs-lGklI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g31gspEK9ZA/s320/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113321379127005778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My apologies. Your favorite blogger turned lazy for some time. And thanks to my blogger friends DEMANDING me to update my blog. Hehe.. Thanks also to those who have visited my outdated blog. Now, back to business.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What's up with me, you say? Aside from the heavy burden of 21 units of academic load that has been hounding me for the rest of the semester, here come the Final Exams and Final Papers. Anyway, most noteworthy of the recent events was the grad pictorials.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Grad pic</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is one of my highly-awaited events for the school year. I thought the Grad Pictorials are held some time between January to March (when the seniors already have the idea of whether they will graduate or not). Aw, the pictorial was last week.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />During the summer vacation, I often joked that I will visit my trusty pals Dr. Vicky Belo, Dr. Manny and Pie Calayan for a botox, a facial (same with what James Yap had.. hehe), a spa, a whole body massage, a hair rebond, and what have you. All to make me shine in the pictorials. Anyway, there's the trusty Adobe Photoshop to correct some photo glitches. Hehe.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />No wonder graduates look good on the yearbooks. There are make-up artists all ready to make you look like a TV personality for a few minutes (before the make-up gets washed out with sweat). Tha't s the first time my face got all layered with foundations and what have you. And the photographer cum coach tells us how to pose and let out that big smile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By the way, my creative shot is "Jerome the Rocker." I brought an electric guitar and some props. That's to be consistent with what my Wildcats teammates call me. I hope the Rockista comes out in that picture, not a boyband member (like Cueshe). Yuck! I'll burn that shot if I look like a pa-cute band member. On the other hand, I'll post it here.. IF it comes out good!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-8857044946370974852?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-64542639946304488522007-08-06T14:40:00.000+08:002007-08-06T14:44:20.610+08:00UPCAT so HOT<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RrbCzt-85NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jS1yLTvWh78/s1600-h/IMG_7498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095474222189044946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RrbCzt-85NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jS1yLTvWh78/s320/IMG_7498.JPG" width="268" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thousands of students, with their own set of supporters (that is, their parents, brothers and sisters, and friends) packed the UP grounds. As expected, heavy traffic was a scene all over the place. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div><br />And to think, this year’s UP hopefuls may be lesser than last year’s because of the recently imposed system-wide tuition and other fee increases, which discourages students of low-income earning families from trying their brains and luck in the UPCAT (UP College Achievement Test). </div><div><br />I often joked with my friends that I will take UPCAT to change my student number from ‘04 to ‘08. Anyway, if given the chance to take it again, I would have performed well on my reading comprehension and language, but badly on math and satisfactorily in science. Math and science are no longer my forte. My math know-hows have already been thrown in my brain’s recycle bin. </div><br /><div>But what am I doing around the campus? I accompanied <a href="http://ice-edge.blogspot.com/">Trish</a> (for us to reconciliate after yesterday’s bitter moment) and her sister Pia (who took the exam) and I borrowed a book at the library. Believe me, the librarians were hardworking enough to open the library even during UPCAT. Well, the examiners would want to do some cramming there. Hehe. </div><div><br />‘Twas my first time to experience the UPCAT atmosphere in Diliman (I took my exam in Tarlac). And all I can say is it’s hot! Scorching hot, literally.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-6454263994630448852?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-80611092555996672007-07-22T19:14:00.000+08:002007-07-22T20:18:30.405+08:00Wildcats On-Air<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb42/karolyee/GA_poster_copy_final.jpg?t=1184778916"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RqM8b9-85MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PBu4eXJ1BwI/s320/Wildcatz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089978455051527362" border="0" /></a>The airwaves had evaded me for the past two semesters, until last Wednesday (July 18).<br /><br />Finally, I got to air my (not so beautiful) voice on the air when the MassComm Wildcats visited UP's AM radio station, DZUP 1602. Well, I think the DZUP people just didn't know what to do of the free 3:30-4:00 time slot. Instead of a half-hour dead air, they invited us to talk anything about basketball (from the invitations for aspiring players to the Wildcats jackets we wear even amidst the scorching heat of the sun).<br /><br />Of course, I took the opportunity to greet my <a href="http://ice-edge.blogspot.com/">girlfriend </a>on the air. Apparently, it was her birthday last July 18. Oh, good news (maybe bad news for the people's ears)! Since we took good care of the 30-minute airtime, we got the spot for our weekly radio program (ehem, ehem, mike test).<br /><br />*By the way, I took my Econ100.1 (Intro to Macro-econ) exam today. The exam proctors were a bit strict. One of them, however, was a madman. He said, "I'm being paranoid. Your answer sheet should be on your desk." The guy at the back of my girlfriend then whispered, "Eh baliw ka pala eh." hehe...<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-8061109255599667?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-34309180567273688442007-07-08T17:37:00.000+08:002007-07-08T17:59:12.980+08:00Go Wildcatz!<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RpC0QNOm-GI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s_GjLSX-Jn0/s1600-h/Jersey2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RpC0QNOm-GI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s_GjLSX-Jn0/s200/Jersey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084762169823131746" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I'm a two-time player. No, not in the context of being a playboy. I'm now a two-time player of the Wildcatz basketball team of the College of Mass Communication.<br /><br />By the way, the Wildcatz has been established as the College basketball team long before the Wildcats in the High School Musical...hehe...</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Just when we were happily distributing the jerseys and the jackets, one of my team mate said, "Kulang na lang manalo." Well, that's one heck of a challenge (especially if we are grouped with the toughies from the College of Engineering and College of Human Kinetics).</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />On the positive note, we still have months to practice. We will.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*By the way, thanks for the bloggers who have dropped by my blog for the past month-long hiatus of yours truly. i really appreciate it. Rest assured, the Chroni-cools is back!*</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RpCxqtOm-FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/shcLd7ylII4/s1600-h/Jersey1.jpg"><br /></a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-3430918056727368844?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-79904180812204378772007-06-07T11:24:00.000+08:002007-07-08T18:00:04.743+08:00Dalaga na si Jokaning<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rmd8SKh0R_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/InfmAY6HFGc/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rmd8SKh0R_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/InfmAY6HFGc/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073160156761835506" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ang bilis ng panahon. Panahon na naman ng pasukan. At ngayon ko lang napansin na ang pagbabalik eskwela pala ay isang indikasyon kung gaano kabilis ang panahon. </span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Kung noong isang taon, isang backpack na lumolobo dahil sa siksikang mga libro at kuwaderno ang bitbit, ngayon ay naka-shoulder bag na si Johanna (ang kapatid ko na ngayon ay nasa ikalawang taon sa high school). Mas kakaunti na ang mga libro at kuwadernong dadalhin niya ngayon, at hindi magtatagal, isa na rin siya sa mga hihiling ng locker sa administrasyon ng kanyang paaralan. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ang tangkad na ni Johanna, mas matangkad na kaysa kay nanay, at kaunting taon na lang, malamang sa malamang maging mas matangkad pa siya sa akin. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Ang bilis nga naman ng panahon. Dalaga na si Jokaning.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-7990418081220437877?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-26459669363327839552007-05-29T18:21:00.000+08:002007-05-29T18:40:34.477+08:00Rest and Recreation<a href="http://img.diytrade.com/cdimg/116842/1447754/0/1122730920.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069928782955868098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RlwBXdCc78I/AAAAAAAAAGM/BYYlljMrekg/s320/1111.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I’m on vacation mode. Finally.<br /><br />My vacation officially began May 25, just a few days before the start of school year 07-08 (hopefully, my last school year at the University). After getting my requirements from CMFR, I took a Tarlac-bound bus.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These are what I’ve been up to in the past few days:<br /><br />― The Film Buff. What can I do in a far-flung barrio away from the luxuries of a superior gaming machine and an internet connection? Good thing I brought a couple of DVDs. I am now averaging 2-4 movies a day while fattening my belly in a lazy man’s couch.<br /><br />― Killing suckers. I’m no friend to mosquitoes. With constant rain showers in the afternoons, mosquitoes are again thriving. Not in my place, suckers. I am having fun with our anti-insect tennis racket used to toast blood suckers. I’m killing blood suckers with style! I toast them through a back hand, front hand, or smash. Tennis, anyone?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-2645966936332783955?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-28384898219432956682007-05-19T15:08:00.000+08:002007-05-19T15:16:18.638+08:00Pinoy Big Cheater<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rk6j6NCc77I/AAAAAAAAAGE/PzALxnpnz4U/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066166851166072754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rk6j6NCc77I/AAAAAAAAAGE/PzALxnpnz4U/s320/a.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Balik-Bahay gimmick of Pinoy Big Brother (PBB) 2nd Season is a crap. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wendy, Zeke, Jasmine, and Kian were already voted out of the house. That's people power. But there's also the power of the bosses: to bring back evicted housemates at will. The best thing about reality shows is that the viewers are the ones who decide the fate of the show. The viewers are the bosses. Or so we thought. It all comes down to money. It is obvious that ABS-CBN aims to PROFIT from the Bruce-Wendy loveteam. This means that every peso spent by the text voters in the past was put to waste. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is quite ironic that ABS-CBN, which airs PBB, is also airing the Halalan 2007 Special media coverage. In the special coverage of the midterm elections, ABS-CBN reports election-related problems like election violence and cheatings. But ABS-CBN is cheating its PBB viewers. And Dionne, the latest PBB evictee was not included in the Balik-Bahay hopefuls. Talk about fair elections. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The viewer-voters have kicked these housemates out. It's no different from Joselito "Peter" Cayetano being declared as a nuisance senatorial candidate but Comelec not removing his name from the list of candidates, therefore making any Cayetano vote a stray vote. But PBB’s is fraud and cheating disguised as entertainment.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-2838489821943295668?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-79596880467290326642007-05-14T17:05:00.000+08:002007-05-15T12:09:44.315+08:00Unable to Vote<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The title says it all. I'm a disenfranchised citizen.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Despite my preparations for the Mid-term elections, I was unable to vote for financial reasons. Last Friday, I was determined to go home to Tarlac. Unfortunately, I found out that my summer allowance doesn't include my bus fare en route to Tarlac. <a href="http://blogerista01.blogspot.com/2006/12/voter-botante-mamamayan.html">(Click here for my past election-related blog entry)</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Since the start of the campaign period, I have read some of candidates' and their party's platforms. I also watched numerous public affairs programs for more information. And making the most out of my intership at the <a href="http://www.cmfr.com.ph/">Center for Media Freedom and Responsibility</a>, I watched more public affairs shows, specifically those that I missed during its regular airing (CMFR records news and public affairs shows for its media monitoring projects). </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Just for the record and for those curious on whom I'll vote (I doubt there are), these are whom I'll vote for in the Senate (arranged accdg. to preference):</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. Martin Bautista </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. Zosimo Paredes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. Adrian Sison </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4. Francis Pangilinan </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5. Francis Escudero </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6. Allan Cayetano<br />7. Antonio Trillanes IV<br />8. Loren Legarda<br />9. Joker Arroyo<br />10. Koko Pimentel<br />11. Benigno Aquino III<br />12. Panfilo Lacson </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://ice-edge.blogspot.com/">Trish</a>, in an attempt to uplift my sagging spirit, told me that "some things aren't really meant to be." This time, maybe. But next time, I'll make sure that I am meant to vote. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-7959688046729032664?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-24283694651349773542007-05-11T09:37:00.000+08:002007-05-11T09:55:16.901+08:00Jerome sa Senado<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RkPMw-yIHqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YIJq7cJEajY/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RkPMw-yIHqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YIJq7cJEajY/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063115547953602210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I love legworks (not the leg exercises, but the journalistic works like information research and interviews outside the office). I get to go places and discover new faces. And I also get to talk with the prominent and the common people. I love legworks, as long as I don’t get lost on the way to my destination.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sena</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">te Building was</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> yesterday’s destination. In line with my in</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ternship at the </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://www.cmfr.com.ph/">Center for Media Freedom and Responsibility</a>, I interviewed a print reporter. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On my way to the Senate, the dreaded happened. I got lost. I told the jeepney driver to drop me at Pedro</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Gil. He completely forgot my</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> request </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">until we reached I</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ntramuros. Stupid driver.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ultimately, I was late </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for my interview; luckily, he was still there. </span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RkPJceyIHpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BeJrNCNiRbM/s1600-h/IMG_6922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RkPJceyIHpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BeJrNCNiRbM/s320/IMG_6922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063111897231400594" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Surprisingly, I found Mark at</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> the Press </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Office. He</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> acted as my tour g</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">uide. Wait, over there! The SM </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mall of </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Asia. I heard it call my name, or my middle name, or my last name, or some name. You got it right. We ended up strolling at that gargantuan mall and a one and a half hour bus ride back home.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-2428369465134977354?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-79356680855754038162007-05-05T17:42:00.000+08:002007-05-11T09:48:52.443+08:00Vote Me Not<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pittsburghopera.org/operablog/uploaded_images/Mascara_Blue_Demon-735886.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RjxUt-yIHnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LJI9KrrJro4/s320/a.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061013230181686898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The looks. The killer smile (or the killer's smile). The tantalizing eyes (or the <span style="font-style: italic;">nangungusap na mga mata</span>). The sweet words. And the handshakes. Aspiring government officials are at their best during campaigns. They transform from the unreachable, omnipotent gods to the friendliest of men and women you will ever meet to earn your precious vote.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But there's always a chink in politicians' armor (or mask) of humaneness, righteousness, and intelligence. What they say may be different from what they do. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Case in point: candidates who use campaign jingles illegally adapted from popular songs (mostly novelty songs) like Lito Camo's "Boom Tarat Tarat" and Joey de Leon's "Itaktak Mo." Ideally, candidates should buy the rights from the composer to be able to legally use the song's lyrics or tune for campaign purposes.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Candidates talk about eradicating corruption and the likes. They say they are against stealing the public's coffer. But they themselves are stealing by illegally using copyrighted songs.</span> Talk about doing what they preach. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Buying these rights will cost a fortune. In 2004, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo bought the right for Camo's "Otso-Otso" for P500,000. But the astronomical costs of these songs are not excuses to steal it. Shoplifters are not excused for stealing an expensive grocery item. Why not make an original campaign jingle? Candidates lack creativity? Then don't run for a public office. <span style="font-weight: bold;">What the country needs are competent leaders able to create and think of innovative and creative solutions to the country's problems. </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This coming week is crunch time for the aspiring public officials. Expect more make-believe and <span style="font-style: italic;">plastikan </span>moments with the candidates. <span style="font-weight: bold;">But beneath a traditional politician's (</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">trapo</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">) mask of brilliance is always a face of grim and darkness. </span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-7935668085575403816?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-80324074072032322512007-04-02T20:46:00.000+08:002007-04-02T21:06:56.258+08:00Missin' Lego<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RhD7Y5zYzuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r1aIo0wo6W8/s1600-h/IMG_6299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RhD7Y5zYzuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r1aIo0wo6W8/s320/IMG_6299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048811587534114530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I grew up as a normal kid playing toys of different shapes and sizes. But I enjoyed playing with toys that can be changed to different shapes and sizes. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is where LEGO is best at.<br /><br />Back in my preschool and elementary days, I used to create figures from my favorite blocks of all. I created dungeons, dragons, knights, robots, and everything that comes to mind. But because I moved to Manila for my first yea</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">r in highschool, I was separated from my precious toys. Since then, everytime my grandma opens the stock room in her house, I take a quick scan to look for my building blocks.<br /><br />I have thought of buying a new set of Lego for me to play with whenever I'm stressed out. It has been an effective stress reliever for me. And it enhances my creativity and imagination.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RhD_rZzYzvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H8eC8d9bAVg/s1600-h/IMG_6293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 112px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RhD_rZzYzvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H8eC8d9bAVg/s320/IMG_6293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048816303408205554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Earlier, <a href="http://ice-edge.blogspot.com/">Trish</a> and I were at SM North Edsa for a stroll (one last time, before the summer vacation kicks in. That means very chances for us to see each other). There we saw tons of Legos. Aw, I miss these things. Soon, I plan to buy some.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-8032407407203232251?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-12015170332790426682007-03-06T22:12:00.000+08:002007-03-06T22:18:01.944+08:00Interview kay Edu<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Re13yWhaDTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0-Pe5NUcRCQ/s1600-h/OMB+Chair3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038815265020316978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Re13yWhaDTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0-Pe5NUcRCQ/s320/OMB+Chair3.JPG" border="0" /></a> <p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>"I'm working for the ANITOS"-Optical Media Board Chairman Eduardo "Edu" Manzano</strong></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The story: In 2005, four brilliant Filipino fresh graduates joined forces to develop the first ever Filipino video game. And they came up with the award-winning, groundbreaking role playing game, ANITO: Defend a Land Enraged. They sent the game to US for certification then to Malaysia for the reproduction. Weeks before the official release of ANITO, the Optical Media Board discovered some 500,000 pirated copies of the game in an apartment in Quiapo, ready for distribution. "They would have been billionaires," Manzano said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>"It [piracy] is eating the very ingenuity of Pinoys"</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Last Friday, I got to interview Chairman Edu Manzano. To preempt your million dollar question, yes, he is handsome. I sacrificed my Speech class for this interview. He is very accomodating, he cracks jokes once in a while, and most of all, he knows what he is doing. He knows his roles as the Anti-Piracy Chairman. He knows his tasks. And he does his job quite well, amidst the near impossible task of fighting piracy. He really got my respect. </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-1201517033279042668?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-4695710187212614082007-03-03T20:02:00.000+08:002007-03-03T20:09:23.363+08:00Panagbenga 2007<div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RelkLiHhbpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hL7HAyvzB3s/s1600-h/IMG_4885.JPG"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Guys and gals, here are the pics I took during my half-week stay in the highlands. Panagbenga 2007. Let a thousand flowers bloom! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037668945656639218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RellNyHhbvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AgVbq7EsNqg/s200/IMG_5254.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037668516159909570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Relk0yHhbsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/tqho3p6jP9w/s200/IMG_5139.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037668649303895762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Relk8iHhbtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vdj90TQcjns/s200/IMG_5163.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037668769562980066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RellDiHhbuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/R_a2PqmObZI/s200/IMG_5179.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037668413080694450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RelkuyHhbrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OCkJmScX4fM/s200/IMG_5135.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037667983583964834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RelkVyHhbqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SF5uKUApLJ0/s200/IMG_4885.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><p>The Annual Flower Festival, now on its 12th serving, shows no sign of slowing down. Great. After all the gimmicks in the Cordilleras, I will have to tackle my academic backlogs back here in Manila. Vacation is finished. Now, work!</span></p></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-469571018721261408?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-15914239899698247862007-03-03T19:51:00.000+08:002007-03-03T20:02:08.218+08:00Tatsulok by Bamboo<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/ReljkCHhboI/AAAAAAAAADo/KW7nELkSKso/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037667128885472898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/ReljkCHhboI/AAAAAAAAADo/KW7nELkSKso/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Bamboo is once again on a roll. Their newest album, “We Stand Alone Together” is the talk of the town. And their latest single, “Tatsulok,” is hitting the top of the charts. Great song.<br /><br />Historically, “Tatsulok” was composed by the 80s band, “Buklod.” According to my Photojournalism mentor Gil Nartea, he had the chance to talk to the song’s composer. As a payment for the song’s revival, the composer charged Bamboo only P15000. Apparently, the composer was grateful that “Tatsulok” will share the limelight with a mainstream band.<br /><br />A part of the song that intrigued me was the “Hindi PULA’T DILAW tunay na magkalaban/ Ang kulay at tatak ay di siyang dahilan/ Hangga’t marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan/ At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman.” Prof. Nartea told us that the<strong> RED</strong> signified the leftists and the activists battling the <strong>YELLOW</strong> right-wing, Corazon Aquino followers. The song is about the struggle between the ruling class and the ruled class.<br /><br />Now that’s a song. A revival it is, but the message is alive and kicking. Time to end inequality. Time to strive for equality.<br /><br />(Incidentally, the two political parties vying for the chance to serve MassComm are colored <strong>RED</strong> and <strong>YELLOW</strong>. The activist group STAND-UP and the newbie Interdependent Student-Centered Activism)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-1591423989969824786?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-3502855200257949822007-02-23T14:04:00.000+08:002007-02-23T14:31:01.500+08:00Rubik's Cube<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rd6Ex2GGwcI/AAAAAAAAADc/PW7QRWTxiyw/s1600-h/IMG_4656.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034607425316372930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rd6Ex2GGwcI/AAAAAAAAADc/PW7QRWTxiyw/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" width="281" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I'm getting hooked on </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubik"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Rubik's Cube</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Last night, I almost denied myself a sleep. As I have mentioned on my past entry, I have been here in Baguio since Wednesday night. And last night, I got to lay my hands on Kristy's cube toy. She taught me how to solve the puzzle. After almost an hour, I finished one side. I'm satisfieed with this work. After all, One is enough. Hehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I will stay at her place one more day. And I hope I can finish the puzzle, which was formerly a lifelong goal for me. Hehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The Cube kept me busy for such a time. And it made my mind run again. What the... I'm on vacation mode. I should not be doing the puzzle problems. And by the way, the Cube is a great way to shut me up.. Hehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-350285520025794982?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-27937682132443198832007-02-23T13:37:00.000+08:002007-02-23T14:28:02.958+08:00This Side Up<div align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rd5-MGGGwbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qcbMDCPgAdQ/s1600-h/IMG_4653.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034600179706544562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/Rd5-MGGGwbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qcbMDCPgAdQ/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" width="326" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The man is up above.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I'm finally here in the highlands after a six-hour trip last Wednesday. According to plan, I will have to get my SocSci subject credited. And I will have to give myself a RnR (Rest and Recreation).</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Thursday, Mission1 Accomplished! I was able to get a certification from the secretary of the College of Social Sciences at UP Baguio. The College Secretary and the University Registrar even argued who will issue the certification.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">In the following days, I will be having my RnR, consisting of trippings here and there, marathon film viewings, and all-night chats with my friends. Well, I have just realized that what I will be doing is not related to rest. I will actually be exhausting myself. </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Anyway, the Recreation part is still there. And that's the best part of all.</span></div><div align="left"><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-2793768213244319883?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-54432927872546229222007-02-17T17:48:00.000+08:002007-02-17T17:54:22.053+08:00Baguio Bound<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://http://www.kriyayoga.com/philippines/baguio_city_philippines/8_baguio_city_park_view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RdbQQmGGwaI/AAAAAAAAADE/di0Sjqnm660/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032438617155748258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Next week, my road leads to Baguio City.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">It has been months since I began proposing this get-away trip before the Supreme Court (my mother) and the Court of Appeals (my father). It seems that my proposals have been falling on deaf ears. Until last week. Thanks to Ate Terry (our College's Student Records Evaluator). She told me that my SocSci10-The Filipino Family subject will not be credited as a Filipino studies at UP Diliman until I get a certification from UP Baguio, where I took the course.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Was I happy? Of course! It's been years since I left the highlands to pursue my studies in Metro Manila. Weird, I'm happy because the subject I took was not credited. That translates to me taking up 21 units per semester on my senior year. However, I'm glad that I was able to propose my Baguio plan (again and again). Now with a reinforcement: I need to get a certification from UP Baguio. And they agreed! Nice <span style="font-style: italic;">palusot.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Now that's two birds in one stone. A four-day vacation 5000 ft. above sea level (while the annual Flower Festival is celebrated) and a certification for my SocSci10 subject. Baguio, I'm coming! Soon.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-5443292787254622922?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-44085761992954920702007-02-17T17:42:00.000+08:002007-02-17T17:47:43.533+08:00Photo of the Moment<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >One of the photos I took at SM North Edsa for my Journ123-Photojournalism portfolio. My cousin and I were taking pics or whatever we thought was cool.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RdbO2WGGwZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1AXQhBB6JkQ/s1600-h/IMG_4479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RdbO2WGGwZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1AXQhBB6JkQ/s400/IMG_4479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032437066672554386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >When I presented my pictures in class and told them where I had my photo shoot, my classmates were in awe. I found later found out that taking pictures in the SM vicinity is prohibited. Good thing we were not caught. Hehe...<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-4408576199295492070?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-42652416852794746882007-02-04T20:51:00.000+08:002007-02-04T21:08:28.620+08:00Birthday<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RcXX1l3Ns-I/AAAAAAAAACs/1awR8kjUFbw/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RcXX1l3Ns-I/AAAAAAAAACs/1awR8kjUFbw/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027661874725762018" border="0" /></a>Yours truly just turned <span style="font-weight: bold;">20</span>.. Waaah. I'm no longer a teen! Well, I got an excuse. I am now a twen-teen. Or as <a href="http://ice-edge.blogspot.com">Trish</a> puts it, I'm a teen-ty year old guy. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Teen no more. My parents used to tease me, telling me that I'm growing old. I came back with my retaliation: "I'm getting old? One more year, I am eligible of marrying a woman." Hehe... Of course my parents are silent about that. I still have to support my siblings in their studies. Wow, the typical, ideal <span style="font-style: italic;">kuya </span>(elder brother).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >20. I'm a positive person. <a href="http://ice-edge.blogspot.com">Trish</a> knows that so much. So I'm telling all of you: being twenty (pronounced as twe-ni, according to my Speech111-Diction prof) is fine. <span style="font-weight: bold;">People often say that "Life begins at 40." I say: I'm just the halfway to that "life"</span>... Hehe...<br /><br />Thanks a lot to all the people who became a part of those 19 years of life. All in all, I have been blessed for the past 19 years. Thanks to my Lord God. May I be a better person this year.<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-4265241685279474688?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-49462087005336404402007-01-21T16:31:00.000+08:002007-01-21T16:59:41.498+08:00Ads-tig. Astig.<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I finally got a <em>raket</em> (a sideline, an extra job) for myself. This will a bit replenish my pocket with funds for future expenses. Future much-needed expenses. What I do for my sideline is that I transcribe Focus Group Discussions (FGDs) about a research study (mostly regarding upcoming ads, products, and services).<br /><br />As I transcribe the discussion, I found the ____ advertisement concept really interesting. In fact, astig!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="color:#009900;"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RbModV3Ns8I/AAAAAAAAACY/oBQPVDvXW3k/s1600-h/11111111111111111.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022402493998281666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RbModV3Ns8I/AAAAAAAAACY/oBQPVDvXW3k/s320/11111111111111111.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>______, ngayon na!<br />Di bukas. Di mamaya.<br />Tara na, tara na!<br />Ikalat ang saya!<br />Bagong trip, subukan na.<br />Pag nagyaya, sama ka.<br />Kung type mo, kilalanin mo.<br />Kung walang paraan, gawan mo.<br />Kung mahal mo, sabihin mo.<br />Sige ka, maunahan ka pa.<br />Pag may tampuhan, ayusin mo.<br />Kung di ngayon, kelan pa?<br />Pag may naisip, ikwento mo.<br />Angking galing, ipakita mo.<br />Idol mo, tularan mo.<br />At pag nakita mo, papicture ka!<br />Wala ng hiya-hiya.<br />Pag may pangarap, abutin mo.<br />Pag kinapos, ulitin mo.<br />Yung gusto mo yung gawin mo.<br />Wag ka dun sa pwede na.<br />At kung gagawin mo lang din, eh di itodo mo na!<br />Ano pang hinihintay mo?<br />Pagkakataon mo na ‘to?<br />Tara na, tara na!<br />______, ngayon na!</span><br /></span><br />Expect that you’ll encounter this in the days to come. Whether or not you are a consumer of this product or not, the poetic concept is great! Plus factor: this fits me. This fits the youth.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">PS: I did not mention the name of the product to avoid doubts that I am promoting this product. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-4946208700533640440?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-12126708362854496212007-01-14T12:05:00.000+08:002007-01-14T12:24:13.295+08:00Artworks in the Sky<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RamuA13Ns6I/AAAAAAAAACE/kWiQtyxcJV4/s1600-h/IMG_4288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019734589163025314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RamuA13Ns6I/AAAAAAAAACE/kWiQtyxcJV4/s320/IMG_4288.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! No,it's a plane! No, it's the 2nd World<br />Pyrolympics!</span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The hottest gimmick in town in the past two weeks was the Pyrolympics at the<br />SM Mall of Asia. The looming deadline for my 1500-word explanatory article,<br />data gathering at Culiat, and Review of Related Literature proved to be little<br />obstacles for my gimmick mode. Deadlines are coming soon. And soon, I’ll be<br />dead... Hehe. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I invited my mom for some sight seeing on a Friday night. After class, we went straight to Pasay City to see sparks fly. The MRT trip was swift, but the bus ride on the way to the venue was time-consuming. To cut the long story short, we luckily arrived in time. The night was set for the Canada-Denmark duel.<br /><br />The execution was great and amusing. Oohhhhhs and wooooows resonated around the area. And boy, the venue was heavily crowded! Still, the efforts of me standing, sweating in a bus for a long time was worth it.<br /><br />But there’s one question in my head. Why is the Philippines, though not a competitor, always hosts the event? My hypothesis: Other countries aren’t willing to accomodate all the air pollution produced by these fireworks.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-1212670836285449621?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-50311155511254552842007-01-11T20:29:00.000+08:002007-01-11T20:41:06.665+08:00New Look/'Em Back<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RaYu7l3Ns5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2j8CazsNT2o/s1600-h/IMG_3270.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018750436061852562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RaYu7l3Ns5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2j8CazsNT2o/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chroni-cools is sporting a new look for the new year. But this template will only be temporary for the formeeeer template I have was experiencing malfunctions of some sort. The entries I posted last December 30 were not published and pictures were not uploaded in the web page.</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, I'm back. Finally. This year, I'll try to update as much as possible. And be more consistent. </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>As for my links, I'll edit this template in the next few days and recreate the links I had.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another blogging year for yours truly. I hope you'll stick with me for the rest of the year! Happy New Year!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-5031115551125455284?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29197243.post-1167539745653511852006-12-31T12:29:00.000+08:002007-01-11T20:19:40.812+08:00Voter. Botante. Mamamayan.<div><div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/3104/1600/910932/IMG_4151.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">It’s official! I’ll be voting for the future public officials this upcoming May 2007 senatorial elections. My Voters’ registration story is a tale of I came, I saw, I conquered.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018746226993902466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RaYrGl3Ns4I/AAAAAAAAABo/WOrPea1mi8U/s320/IMG_4151.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Two days. Two long days of my life I allotted to be an official voter. The Tarlac City Hall became my <em>tambayan</em> for two days. And random names of Tarlaqueños announced thru a poor sound system were the music to my ears. On my second day waiting (luckily, not waiting in vain), I was amused by the name “Luzon Island Beltran.” Wow. I wonder if his/her siblings are named Visayas and Mindanao Island. Hehe. Talk about finding humor amidst the boredom.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5212/3104/1600/39481/a2.jpg"></a>The long lines in the city hall were due to <strong>1) the outpour of last minute registrants</strong> (like me) <strong>2) lack of government employees due to budget deficit which hinders more employment 3) lack of facilities</strong> (there is only one computer available for the computerized registration).<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RaYqgl3Ns3I/AAAAAAAAABg/gNaq0EnrwTU/s1600-h/111111111111111.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018745574158873458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i8Ta6aQPJpg/RaYqgl3Ns3I/AAAAAAAAABg/gNaq0EnrwTU/s320/111111111111111.gif" border="0" /></a>For those in power and those who wish to gain power: We went under painstaking process to be citizens worthy of deciding tbe future of the nation. And we will undergo more rigorous process of choosing who to elect. <strong>Please, don’t rig our votes. Don’t put all our efforts to waste.</strong> And for those newly-registered: Kudos! We all came, saw, and conquered the arduous process. <strong>May we all be responsible voters.</strong> As the man who finished his registration next to me said, this calls for a Victory Party!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29197243-116753974565351185?l=blogerista01.blogspot.com'/></div>blogeristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835358891172483223ncmorales1@gmail.com0