The second phase of joy

Well I thought my happy days would just be during the time when I took up Audio production. Visiting that radio station of high quality was sure a lot fun and being on air for say ten minutes was the best of my life... Or so I thought. 

Never have I expected to be part of radio show for four times now. Thanks to our outside alliance and the support of those who believe in the next set of journalists for the future, we are able to expose ourselves to radio. Radio, among all the other medium for communication is the most unique. Among the others, this is the most mobile, the fastest, the most interesting and the most challenging for the very least. Voice projection is all that matters, what you wear to the studio would not be taken into consideration (unless of course you're doing a photoshoot inside the studio but that's a different story).

Back to the show I've been in, it's entitled "Sugbuanon Na Ni" with Ms. RC Dalaguit, a young, hip and groovy female DJ.

Apart from it's other purpose of exposing Mass Communication students to the field of broadcasting, it's main reason for being on air is to promote the Cebuano language especially to the youth of this generation. Even I am guilty of the lack of skill from my own native language due to the integration of other languages and so with young people my age. The show has five segments that caters to Cebuano music, poems, trivias and a whole lot more. So maybe a lot of you has placed a bad hand on my degree program... But I'm sorry, it's a joy to do what we are ought to do and we are always in the making. 

Enjoying the sophomore year so far!

Feanne

What I have taught

Summer has ended and so has my teaching job at a local music school yet I keep asking myself on what I teach. You see, I was hired as a violin teacher catering to beginning students but didn't sign up for teaching life on my students. I recall having to come in late one fine day to a group of eager youngsters, all of them with cases open and violins ready to be tuned. Puzzled of the bizarre eagerness, I skeptically tuned their instruments and went about the usual routine before starting any lesson - exercises, review, quizzes and the like.

Eager kids

Me and my students had a good time, talking laughing over the simplest thing until it dawned on me that I wasn't really a teacher - I was only there to guide them.Well, teaching per se cannot be defined thoroughly as many of the people from the academe wants to debate on it. On my part perhaps, I'd like to be called a "guide" or a "facilitator" instead of imposing authority over these little children. When the term had to end I bade them goodbye, hoping our paths would cross again. "Guiding" children whose ages ranged from 6-12 would be a fun thing that I am surely to miss. Seeing them perform their final output onstage was the greatest joy I have ever experienced. Maybe they we're right when they said that teaching or rather guiding is the most noble profession. It's not my line of choice though, as I am into communication, but it has been an experience.

Students' recital

 As for me, I am left with names who'll forget me one way or another and glint of hope that I have imparted something to them over the summer. It doesn't matter if they had a hard time learning the instrument or cried over a piece of yellow paper being cut out as a star. As long as the value has been retained, everything else will follow. For now things have turned as I am back to school now on it's second week. It is I who is being taught rather than me teaching.

The small glint of hope on their faces

Welcome back to school 'mates!:)

Feanne

Barbecue stalls now Wi-fi zones

The smell of zesty barbecue on a lonely summer night can always perk up the evening, especially with a bit of company. I was in it for that. Yet, what caught my eye the most was the WIFI signage just outside the barbecue stalls which we term as "larsian". Larsian origninated from Cebu City's famous street food arcade which had nothing to sell but barbecue. Since then, other arcades that specialized in barbecue also named themselves as larsian sa *insert place here*. For instance, our larsian was named as "Larisan sa Lacion (Consolacion)" so you get the picture.

Anyway, this place which encouraged the customers to use hands in eating and had a smoky atmosphere was a Wi-Fi zone. Very very unusual, I would have to say.

I turned to my Windows Phone and indeed, it was a WiFi zone. Is this how techy the world is getting? Maybe a thought worth pondering. Enjoy the last days of your summer!



Feanne

Jeepneys care too, you know?

For the whole month of April, I've been amazed by the segregation move of the Cebu City government. Amazed and maybe a bit doubtful. You see, I've had the opportunity to bring the topic of having an "eco-cebu city" to one of the councilors in the said city but he told me it wouldn't be possible considering the many factors the city has to face. Well, anyway the irk of the Inayawan dumpsite urged these men to strictfully enforce R.A. 9003 or the ecological solid waste management act. A lot of people complained about the system. I found a very interesting opinion article from one of the leading newspapers in the city. http://www.sunstar.com.ph/cebu/opinion/2011/04/06/so-malata-di-malata-149102 

The Malata or Biodegradable waste would be collected on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays while Di-malata or non-biodegradable would be collected on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Correct me if I'm wrong, I'm not from the city. :)

This move forced several establishments, residences and mere common trash bins to have two bins to provide for the segregation. I thought this only applied to Cebu city. In the humble municipality of Consolacion where I live, I happened to ride in one of the jeepneys while on my way to the promenade. As I was about to pass my fare to the driver, I noticed something just behind the driver's seat.

Pretty neat. :) It doesn't need a sanitary landfill to overflow for us to do so nor does a statute from the mayor. Not even an enforced on a non-enforced law. If we want to help the environment, then we can and we do. The jeepneys in our place care. How about in yours?

I scream for ICE CREAM

A week and a half into summer and I'm starting to feel it bit by bit. Of course, summer isn't complete without the perfect coolers to cool the hot summer day. One perfect cooler is the Ice cream. Ice cream is a frozen dessert usually made from dairy products, such as milk and cream, and often combined with fruits or other ingredients and flavours. Gelato is another variation and is the term used in Italy. What makes it different from the usual is the lower butterfat content.

Gelato at Gelatissimo, Ayala

Every customers dilemma who enters Gelatissimo is "Which flavor do I pick?" I had the same question in mind when me and my friends entered the store. All the gelato on its respective places looked very appealing. I started my summer with a Choco Mint flavoured Gelato and I enjoyed every minute of it. "After 8" has always been my personal favorite so my dilemma was short lived.

 How about you? Have you cooled your summer off?

Choco Mint Ice Cream is love

Have a happy summer 'mates!:)






Feanne

Family

One thing that I love about my elementary alma matter is how everyone connected to one another. From the principals, to the teachers, to the school nears and the students to even the janitors - we all knew everyone's story. If there was one thing I wouldn't trade for in anything in the world that came from MLBCS, that would be my "family". The whole school practically became my family. They saw how I grew into a woman that I am now. It's glad to see a part of them last March 30, 2011 which was my 2nd mother Sharon Gujol's Birthday.

"Family"

Sure we have our blood-related family but these people are surely close to my heart. Have a happy summer everyone!

Feanne

Recollection

Everything is still so vivid to me...

The number of times I went back and forth, up and down the solemn stairs of the administration building, and facing the not-so-kind people of the OSA department and being screamed at for not bringing a ballpen. The madame sitting behind the third window was even more kind enough to accommodate me, even if she said "Kinsa man diay ang mu eskwela inday, ikaw or imong papa? (Who's going to school, you or your dad?)" when I asked if my dad could enroll me in my behalf. She had a point there though, not minding the sarcasm. Enrollment day was as clear as the waters in the lake. A woman who was named Wynonah Van Joy Buot was sitting beside me and my elementary buddy, Victor Anthony Silva. She was fuming and not used to the system of the city as she came from Saudi Arabia (She's Filipino btw). The brown out and the advisers who were late, who couldn't forget that. And the fixing of the schedule and the choosing of subjects? Boy, that was the hardest decision I ever had to make noting that I had no idea of what I am to face. News faces, new courses, new everything. At 1pm sharp, I signed my form 5. Alas, I'm ready. First day of classes, freshmen orientation, the "Hi I'm....*insert name here*" line and freshie's night, I tore it all down.

  First day of Class     

                                One of my first few lunches on campus

First task given - to decorate the post for COMMUP

The experience inside is indescribable. If you all think it's heaven then think again, it's close to hell. I guess I've ranted a number of blogs about how difficult it is inside. But then I realized it wasn't as hard as we all thought. Months on to the semester and we all got used to how everything worked, including the bag counter at the library. I've found a group of friends and stood with them. I got to know their strengths and weaknesses plus learning lessons with them. There were moments when we would laugh in the school canteen, talk so loudly along the corridors and mourn over a difficult exam. Like any other group we didn't really know where were heading and people started to go off with groups, duos, trios and some felt they needed time off with another half. There were times when I wanted to be alone in my solitary mind, especially in the morning. Sitting on one of the benches on campus while contemplating about the papers to pass and materials to produce was a routine of mine which I couldn't trade for anything else. Time passed and I got to know a lot of other people from school. The spirit of being in UP eventually became very clear to me although I was very hesitant to take leap with the rest. I eventually got in the hang of things and rather much enjoyed the festivity rather than squatting in apathy.

There a million things in life I wouldn't trade for anything else. Deciding to pursue a Bachelor's degree in UP Cebu was the best choice I made so far. It is only here where I have found competent teachers who couldn't be unreasonable for giving out strenuous work. Everything paid off. I have found peace, I have found meaning, I found found friends, I found family, I have found love. For the many other things I am to tackle for the remaining six semesters of my degree, I am in no fear. I have made it for a year, who knows I'd finish on time. Maybe we aren't meant to be for what we really wanted. Not everything in life is yours to handle, the dreams which you've always wanted to chase should be set loose. After all, there are no such things as accidents and wrong turns; we we're just blind to see the beautiful picture beyond the brick wall.

Goodbye Freshman year! Thank you for all I had to go through and experience as firsts. You will forever be missed. -Feanne