The Socratic professor: Sir Mendoza

College has that mish-mash faculty members of various personalities. There are those lively professors who treated us as friends, buddies, or children. There are those who acted real strict! There are those who are indistinctly the same, very alike with each other – not bold, not boring even. You can tell it, the moment they enter the room. Stereotypical.

But there are those who brushed the sleepliness away from the class and delivered the class discussion to the point of challenging our minds, the way we think, the way we explain further; and practically testing our eloquence without straying away from the questions, because no one knows when his name will be called throughout the discussion. These are the characteristics of my favorite professor. He brings us to experience how Socrates may be teaching his scholars. He’ll be the one you’ll reserve swear words and curse behind his back. True. That’s Dr. Augusto Mendoza for me.

He is a short, well, he’s kinda taller than me. He had gray hair. Wise-looking eyes. He always carry this one black bucket bag, sometimes his heavy briefcase, containing his most precious class record. He always have a textbook on hand. You may feel awkward at the beginning – after a long time not seeing him, but, when conversation waxed on upon conversation of various ideas and subjects, you’ll feel comfortable and good again. There’s nothing grand in his attire everyday. He usually wears his stripe polo shirt. Remarkable. And our laughing stock was his pair of Winnie The Pooh socks.

He was my professor in Philosophy. Boy, he was good! He turns the recitation as exciting as can be. No kidding, his compelling questions make me think hard, and compete with my classmates in reciting. He is both funny and authorial in his words and conducts. He left us hanging and then again, he will ask a follow-up question. After I wrapped my answer with last words, he would say, “Aha!?” On a tone he uses that makes sense between surprised and unimpressed. But your eagerness to impress him challenges you to the next recitation. Tell me, you wouldn’t want to bore your professor, right? ;) He is witty, beyond me. Or anyone of BSE, at least, that’s what I think.

One time, on his class scheduled after lunch, he prepared a 10-item quiz 5 or 10 minutes after he walked to our room. My result wasn’t good. I got a 4. Wow. Then professor Mendoza says to the class: “Tingnan niyo ang epekto ng pag-inom ng isang bote ng gatas! Hindi nakapasa! Ha ha!” “Kasi.. kasi, nakita ko si Gennon sa canteen, yun ang iniinom niya.” I was ashamed. I was feeling good. (A few kids caught his attention at that time of the semester.) In the end, Philosophy class isn’t really boring, is it?

He was my teacher in an Educ. course, too. He made us memorize lessons, then one meeting, he will ask us individually, tell him the definition of this and that, what do you mean by this or that, how can you apply this in future, what did you learn… etc. etc. I even recorded one of his lecture on teacher’s item number. He is downright funny. He made us understood his lesson, and made sure we got the point of everything he discussed.

Students my age wanted him not to teach us again. Professor Mendoza was sneaky, a smart aleck kind of elder professor. He tugs at your laughing heart but he gets to your nerves cursing how in the world he got the position in the first place. And these kids, seemed to be heard by our objective Vice President for Academic Affairs who always sit down on her office, or the dean herself, who is proactive and student-centered.

Towards the end of that last term I was his student, I wondered if he’ll be teaching us once again, or will he be at school when I graduate, or we graduate. A pack of boisterous, curious, frivolous and happy Education students. Considering the teacher-evaluation going on before we plunge on summer vacation, I doubt he’ll have a passing grade; but, all the best.

I never saw my favorite professor since. Maybe he’s off being a master teacher at some high school I don’t know. Or patiently waiting for his share of pension. I have no idea. People come, people go. I didn’t ask for his contact number, too. But I hoped, I had really hoped he’d be one of those professors in graduation gowns congratulating us in our near-future commencement exercises.

Owl City in Manila – May 8, 2015

This is it! I’m riding the bus to the Bonifacio Global City. (Upper West Route bus) All the excitement and waiting and longing leads to this. I know THERE are Hoot Owls in the bus right now, because they’ve got huge company and from the backseat of the bus, I can hear their happy laughter only Hoot Owls could conjure and relate to his friends. That’s what I am feeling right now, except that I am going to this concert, alone. I’m okay with this.

BGC is a good place in Manila, you gotta see and explore it! The tall buildings. The Lights. The water. The fountains. The stalls. Everything else in between just appear soooo fantastic. Boy! Taguig is crazy, and I love the free concert’s dear organizers for bringing us to this shining, brand new place. – at least brand new for me ;)

On the first bus stop, I got off the bus, thankful for the driver and some posh passengers who advised me to be alert of the streets, get going and importantly, ask some passers-by to help me locate the Amphitheater. I followed their advice and found myself running towards the noisy, vibrating central plaza.

So there I was, standing. Early as 6 PM. God, you have no idea how many people craning their necks: locating a perfect spot, waiting for Owl City and the crews, selling OC albums. This amphitheater needs to be huge! We are a-plenty. I’m speechless, but, WOW. All these people, you can feel the light and happiness glowing in their faces, shirts, glowsticks, and every freaking movement. I better get to my place for cheering Adam. Thankful to some teenagers and a mother to give some space for me. (hehehe) I’ll be a happy standing audience together with this huge crowd! (Because I haven’t purchased a ticket that’s worth a seat in front of the stage.) I stood by the gardens. More than an hour. Crazy.

I grew restless and impatient. I asked a guard if they could play Owl City songs because the music that the audio system was playing got into my nerves. I overheard someone say: “I know why they don’t play OC songs. Why? Coz if they do, what would be left for Adam to sing?” Something like that. But, ugh. Luckily, EDM took over the thrashy music.Watermät’s Bullit was playing.

And, while loud music booms around the amphitheater, there were loud screams coming from the other side of the stage – I think those were really loud screams!!! That feeling when you are unaware of what’s really happening, and suddenly people all around you joins screaming, what an adrenaline. For what reason are we screaming?


Then the audio phased to Owl City’s Panorama. WOW. Next song brought goosebumps: a girl was speaking over the instrumental of Angels. She was speaking “Ni Hao… Annyeong… Konnichiwa… Selamat…” Words in asian languages, meaning Hello. Ha ha! Her voice was flooded with our screaming.

Then it happened. First, the guitarist, the drummer, Breanne, and another guy, and finally ADAM! YASS. Owl City IS IN Manila.

To feel it, watch this video, okay?

For me, seeing Adam coming out on stage is like welcoming back an old friend. Dear God, I have finally met my musical idol/ inspiration, even though I was a hundred meters away.

He sang Angels, first song he sang tonight, then on and on. I know right!!! He was unstoppable. I came to a point where I don’t know the lyrics, I made mistakes. I couldn’t even name the title of his unfamiliar song right on the first note. But it doesn’t matter, anyway. Because of these things absolutely first time, I was singing dull or out of tones, everything was a constant battle between blur and happiness.

I had to admit that I’d not planned what to do – should I sing, dance, jump, raise my sign, or stay mesmerized. Owl City is our blessing from God. That’s true.11209354_843952755693071_1583476829887970026_n

But, yes, I feel guilty to those people around me who are capturing videos of each songs, *insert sneaky laugh here* they will surely regret taking those videos. Why?

My voice was horrible. I could tell. Even so, my singing with Adam and Hoot Owls around me was unforgiving. That’s why there comes a song where we listen only. Just Adam is the one singing. That’s the thing.

He sang about 20 songs. Give me goosebumps. I had some videos on YouTube. And oh! Fireflies! That song made us all beaming. This oldie but still a goodie song was the best. I shall enjoy this. Sing to your heart’s delight! What’s important is the experience to hear him sing LIVE.

Here’s my video of Fireflies:

Which part of the concert was moving: his singing of This Isn’t The End.

Which song surprised me: his cover of 99 balloons he’s playing on his organ

Which song ended the concert: Good Time. (RAVE TO THE CORE) Yeah!

Owl City songs define these teenagers around me. I come to the point of feeling that all of these fans: those beside me, on the special seats, those standing far away, every boys and girls, local, foreign, aged, young as six… all of us admire Owl City.

My first concert and Oh kill ‘em, Adam. I hope to see him and his band members soonest!

I took the bus home happily, and saw those Owl City in Manila posters around BGC. Can’t believe it’s been done. Such a long night for all of us.11230599_847849451970068_2550399186495538391_nDSCF6044DSCF6053



For more photos, videos from the concert, check the hashtags : #OwlCityinManila #OwlCityLiveinManila2015 #OwlCityinManilaMay8 #ManilaTwilight3

Beautiful Times


YOU ARE SO BLESSED! Nakaka-touch blog mo, Grace. The best! Kaya, I will share this away. Ha ha.

Originally posted on BORNTOBEAFAN:

Hana, Lg and Colwin - my awesomest friends in this planet! Hana, Lg and Colwin – my awesomest friends in this planet!

Whenever I talk about Owl City or write about him, I always end up delaying everything because the moment I think about him – the music – the band and the people – a wave of memories haunt me and begs me to be written. So two weeks after May 8, my thoughts are finally ready to be shared.

I remember my last Owl City concert last August 2013 – me and my friend Reine went all the way to Hong Kong just to watch Owl City live. I vividly recall the energy of the band that night and how every song reverberated through my deepest emotions. Every time I watch Owl City live, I always end up overwhelmed and awestruck at how amazing the band delivers on stage. It was truly magical and memorable. However, as much as…

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The River, Which Was Named After Him

Once upon a younger year, in a hidden barrio where the Ipil-ipil trees borders the long winding river located at the east side, happened a great event which later became a talk of the barrio, soon became a legend.

Family members
When I was just a toddler, consuming my baby food, and my mother rocking my hammock, at a comfortable abode, young children loved the summer days, even more passionate to it than their school hours. They enjoy going to the mountains, the forests, and the long river. These children are neighbors with each other.

One April morning, after taking his morning snacks, everybody could see an older kid about 9 years old, called Greg, coming up to his neighbor’s front door, doing the sign of the swim. He lifts a tanned arm just below his chin, and moves his hand and arm – imitating the flow of the river. Then, his same height, same color buddy named Simeon would raise his eyebrows thrice, ^_^ to the fashion of an excited first timer.

Greg was the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Patricio, dear friends of the barrio’s captain and first lady, Simeon’s parents, Hon. And Mrs. Espares. Their parents are friends with each other, trust as their vital character. Hon. Espares’ schedule was tight: going to the municipal hall on the town in the morning, meeting with the officials of the barrio in the afternoon, and attending to his family business of copra-production. Basically, only in the evenings will Simeon have bonding time with his parents. To fill his loneliness, he spends his day with Greg. :)

When they reached a common place of the river, they saw three pairs of lovers: Celmar and Richie held hands while swimming, Dennis and Maribel raced to the other side of the boulder, Tommy and Raella lying on the sand. :-* Literally, these teenagers have this crunchy laughter when the young men bonds with the young women, their laughter echo through anyone’s ears, even under water. Everybody hears everyone.

“Come here, Simeon. Let’s swim to that deep part of the river,” the excited boy urged. :D

“Sure!” was Greg’s answer.

Both were jubilant, swimming happily like the freshwater fishes. It was a custom for teenagers in my barrio to teach curious and almost every children to swim.

Although it’s already half past ten AM, everyone was enjoying, it was agreed that lunch time is parting time. These cute kids swim with the three couples for three hours, always, almost every day. The same thing happened for two months.

Race swimming. Brawl. Acting drowned. Playing tags. Hide and seek. Same cycle, endless and never boring. The kids have been swimming in the same part of the river, since the time of our fathers. This favorite part of the river was situated just below a barren cliff, under which lies a big round boulder surrounded by water. This boulder serves as a diving platform for kids and adults alike; however, the left side of the boulder is the river on its deepest part, while the right side is the river on its shallowest part. This latter part was plain suitable for Simeon and Greg.

One rainy August afternoon, the place as windy as can be, and the sun was covered by the fast-moving gray clouds, Tommy and Raella went to the river – crossing a few, shallow, winding parts of the river to get to the boulder’s vast place. The two intended to spend some time alone, since the barrio teachers dismissed their class early. Unknown to them, they were followed by Simeon and Greg, who decided to go for a swim.

Before Tommy and Raella could reach the boulder, they started snogging. Tommy found this exciting. He unbuttoned her school uniform. Raella unbuttoned Tommy’s shirt and she loved it. She started to immerse herself in the water.

What happened before their eyes shocked the young boys. So, they laughed. Raella was disturbed and saw the disturbance behind an Ipil-ipil tree. o.O

“Foolish Greg,” Raella whispered to Tommy. :-|

“Go home, Greg!” shouted Tommy, throwing his shirt to the boulder and dived to the deep side of the river. The water’s stillness was broken. After a few seconds, both of them breast stroked to the boulder.

Delighted in seeing Tommy dive from the boulder, Greg and Simeon, already on their trunks, threw their bags aside and succumbed to the cold water. They raced round the boulder. Under the torrential rain, the four of them swam to their heart’s delight.

A farmer passed by, paused and smiled as he saw happy souls on the river, and walked to the direction of his cornfield. And the barrio hundreds of meters away, seemed sleepy. The afternoon starts to drift fast. Officials adjourned the meeting with the captain. The teenage boys are playing Patintero on the schoolyard. Teenage girls are laughing at the Youth Center. Babies are crying from some nipa-huts. Few minutes passed, the basketball began while the hidden sun glided behind the tall mountain on the west.

It was twilight when it happened.

Tommy and Raella swam from the boulder, and called Greg, who was standing in the middle of it. “Greg!!! You might as well go home with us.”

“No,” Greg replied. “We will go home later.” :-/

“We have all day tomorrow. It’s Friday today, remember?” Raella pointed out.

“But I can’t get enough today!” Greg smashed the water.

“All right. It’s up to you,” Tommy answered, squaring his shoulders.

“Let’s go home,” Raella turned to Tommy, shrugging from the cold.

“Let’s not leave them behind.,” said Tommy.

“Wait, how about Simeon?” Raella asked. Greg pointed to the other side of the rock. Tommy shrugged.

Greg swam to the other side, and found nothing. Where could Simeon be? He tensed. He swam to and fro. He called Simeon’s name. But…

The eyes of Greg widened, he started to holler, cried Simeon’s name.

“Where are you, Simeon?” Tommy shouted.

“SIMEON!” Greg shouted repeatedly around the boulder.

Suddenly, Tommy and Raella searched the deep part of the river. Greg surveyed the shallow part. They dived long and through. No sign of Simeon.

The sky grew pink and violet, while Greg started to sob.

Raella was quivering, and Tommy dived back to the deep as many times as he could.
They couldn’t understand what became of Simeon. If he was drowned he should be floating down towards the south, or..

Raella can’t think right. Greg ran, followed the cliff to the south and –

Simeon’s body, soft. Simeon’s face, half submerged in the water. Simeon’s hands both wobbly on the water’s surface. His body half afloat, lay stranded on a side of a big rock, helpless.

Greg’s knees gave away. He took Simeon’s body to the shallows. His friend, gone. He couldn’t believe it.

“Simeon, no!” Raella cried as she saw Greg’s head buried on Simeon’s chest.

The Lord has taken his pal from him.

The happy kid was gone.

The captain was melancholic. His wife cried for a month. Greg’s family was at their side, sympathizing. The barrio officials and their families were at the bereaved family’s side. The mourning affected every folk, young and old, teenagers and kids. It felt as if the barrio was also dead. It was a dull time for a month, following Simeon’s death.

Because of the loss, the economy was down; except for the farmer who earned from his cornfield. He was the one who named the river Simeon. To our generation, it was a happy place, peaceful and fun place, too. The Simeon River, where I became a good swimmer, where I grew and learned to swim.


The north part of the long River. Meters away from Simeon River.

Christmas at School

My partners at school!

My partners at school!

MERRY CHRISTMAS! greetings from SMMC family

This Monday, different courses will have their own Christmas parties organized on different rooms at our sole campus. And my class mates are very pumped to attend to our first party. (Sana masaya ‘to)

There will be a variety of foods. Games. Awards. More icebreakers from my

30+ mates.

We also have Monita-Monito this year. So, our names were written in a piece of paper, then one by one, we will pick a recipient of our gift, meaning, whose name I picked will be lucky to receive a present from me.

I feel happy that Prelims are already over. More requirements due first week next year, which means our two-week Christmas vacation should be a productive one for us, especially BSEd.

Meet my friend — new friend, Manly Budano. From Computer Hardware Servicing 1. I wish him a happy Christmas.

So, I’ll just keep y’all posted. :)

BSEd 3rd year

BSEd 3rd year

1C family

1C family


Today, the staff of the library observed discipline and order. Mrs. Año gave a lot effort in reminding us, most especially, freshmen.

Each student who enter must write his/her name on the logbook; put their bags on the shelves; and go around the library. Easy, but demanding at this day of the week.

No talking/gossiping here.
Internet access here–USB not allowed.
Eating and drinking not allowed.

I should follow the library rules, however I don’t think I could stay here for two hours straight.

I need to chit chat with my friends, like squirrels. Hehe.

My current MP4 playlist

These are my favorite songs, so far; do you find them really good? Enjoy the music, it’s one of life’s simple pleasures whenever you burn and glide with time.

A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning

A Series of Unfortunate Events: one of my favorite book series. To read the first book, click this link: . I hope you enjoy this kind of story.In my case, it moved me somehow. I extend my sympathy and love to Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire.