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SILVERBOLT
secret identity: UY,JERALD TUAÑO
origin: 0.5 Kapangpangan + 0.5 Mindoreño
natal day:10.20.1985
status:singular
aliases:Jay (home), Smiley (high school),Jerry (college),Meteorcrasher (used when thought immature people were matured)
powers/skills:transparency, taking the rap,sonic attacks, a little streetdance, writing stuff,eating very fast
Teams Affliated:see sidebar
Last Appearance:danced at the CMC Cultural Night for UP GM [Nov.19] victim of piracy
Now Appearing: Elsewhere
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12.18.04
posted by the silverbolt at 8:45 PM
Nothing Can Stop The Maskulado
“Jerry, galing…”
~Icang, film major
“Di ko masyado na-appreciate, may nakatayo sa harap ko.”
~Lagsh, proud Broad Ass applicant
“Hoy, galing ha,”
~Caloi, film major
“Hoy maskulado, kelan m kukunin damit m? Napnuod k namn n nca…hehehe”
~ MJU, journ major
“Pagod na ko..”
~Julius Patrick, tagahawak ng parol na dapat t.v. ang itsura pero mukhang microwave oven.
After being victimized by piracy and that lousy program of the college student council during the cultural night, I decided to humiliate myself this recent lantern parade, only to win the cheers of a thousand.
Last Monday, the student in-charge of the Broad Comm participants asked (or demanded?) me to be one of the dancers who’d portray the ever annoying Maskulados. It sounded like fun, so I said,”yes.”
I thought she’d never take it seriously for that part was meant only for Broad Comm majors but she did. She texted me that I was needed in the practice. As soon as I saw her, I told her that I couldn’t do it. I love dancing, but not that kind. She gave me the finger.
Then I found myself dancing with Broad Comm majors. Beats me. I was supposed to be lashing with anger but surprisingly I wasn’t. Perhaps after going through the worst bitches, from that girl who insulted my mother to the latest (and the worst) last August, I’ve learned to some extent understand the lesser evils.
Xylo and Kram had similar reactions of what that girl did. They told me that she had the right to be annoyed but not to curse me. As Kram puts it, “di ka naman nya pinapakain.” I just laughed at the irony seeing my friends expressed their resentment over what she did while I unexpectedly felt to rather control it. Or was it just ‘reverse psychology’? I’ll never know. I guess that’s why I feel so blessed that they are my friends. They make me do the right choices subtly.
Fellow Green Mind BamBam gave me his long face when I told him that I might not be able to dance with them. But after a lot of persuasion, I gave in. “Just don’t tell me to wear stuffed stockings and tights,” I said.
Come Lantern Parade, we decided to wear white sandos. I felt uneasy wearing almost nothing while walking around the acad oval. Thanks to Xylo’s shades and to my partner Jamie’s “ahem” company, I tried to disguise myself as that freakin-hunk-wannabee-who-is-not-Jerry. However, there were still a few who recognized me—old friends from Makati Science and people who shouted my name whom I dared not to look at. (I hope they’d forgive me, whoever they were.)
An old friend of mine, back in that useless Math 11 class, saw me. It was Mayee, that cute and charming girl who gave me a Bob Ong book before graduating. I was so thrilled to see her that I looked for Adan (aka Hallel John) while holding her wrists tightly. (Hehe, sorry Mayee :) ) Damien also saw us. Then it was an impromptu reunion. Mayee said that she’d like to take a picture of Adan and me. So we took a pose, though we looked silly, as we were not aware our college had left us in the parade.
When my college was going to perform, I decided to just give my best despite my nakedness, I then became BOLD. (Get it? Bold? Hehe. OK, I’ll stop now).
And for 25 seconds, it just happened. After the fight scene between Krystala and that certain Mulawin, we prepared ourselves. I’m with the sexbomb girls anyway, what’s wrong could ever happened?
Bakit papa, binawi mo pa
Ang pag-ibig mo sa akin…
Then as that Spageti song played and my partner Jaimie danced in front of me, I was convinced that the moment of doom was at hand. Entered Masculados song.
Sana mama
Ako na lang ang gawing mong papa…
Yep, we did the macho dance thing. And the crowd went wild! The only thing I could think of was giving my best. I’d never stripdanced to a very huge crowd before. Ang saya ng experience! People were shouting everywhere. My only option was to give them the show.Hehehe..
After that, I heard some people saying that “ei, si jerry , ang sexy kanina.” Hehehe. Of course, pumapalakpak ang tenga ko. I was convinced that I’m not only handsome but also stunningly sexy.
“May payat na sumasayaw dyan kanina,” Kram told me when I got back in Quezon Hall. Well, he is really my friend.
The fireworks display was awesome. Our college won as the most creative. I still got my scholarship. I have friends. What a way to end this year.
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12.08.04
posted by the silverbolt at 8:45 PM
Feeling Conversations
Xylo: Jerry, quiet type ka lang, maraming magkakagusto sa'yo...
Bolt: Oo nga, naisip ko na rin yun...
Xylo: Feeling...
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12.01.04
posted by the silverbolt at 2:57 PM
Dilemma of A Second Year Journalism Student
I was only there for a news article in Journalism 102, a reaction paper in Broadcast Communication 100, and an instant-perfect-attendance-card-for-the-whole-semester in Communication 140. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Quite out of character, some might say, for a membership committee head of the academic-political Union of Journalists of the Philippines- UP Diliman; a Center for Media Freedom and Responsibility volunteer who monitored the media coverage of the 2004 national elections; and the student who was rudely dubbed as an activist?by a program facilitator for magnifying in a journalism awards?supposedly open forum the elitist nature of the press, to lose faith in journalism as a career choice.
I am suddenly losing interest to become a hard-hitting journalist. That kind of journalist that defies the powers-that-be. That kind of journalist that is never afraid to come out with the truth. That Eugenia Duran- Apostol kind.
In her Gawad Plaridel lecture on November 22 at the Cine Adarna, Apostol, founder of Mr. And Ms, Philippine Daily Inquirer, and Pinoy times, was asked during the open forum if it is right to say that when you become a journalist, you are prepared to die. She frankly answered "yes"?
Death is the price we have today,?she said.
And such an unfitting price it is for reporting the truth. According to the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines (NUJP), 60 journalists were murdered since 1986. This figure has placed the country next to Iraq and Colombia as the most dangerous place to practice journalism worldwide.
In the November 22 issue of the Philippine Collegian, NUJP Chairperson Inday Espina Varona said the country's weak judicial system, which favors politicians and military over journalists, prevent them from subjecting government officials, often the perpetrators of such to critical scrutiny.
When people don't trust law enforcers and the local government, it is the media that they're going to run to. That's why [we're always] on the crossfire,she said.
And on that note, I cannot help but have second thoughts on my desired profession. Of course, there will be other less problematic and profitable field like public relations and advertising that the journalism program I am currently enrolled in could offer. But I really want to be a real journalist.
A real journalist who is alive and earning a living.
But reality irks me. It is rare nowadays for an ethical and trained reporter to get rich and not experience harassment. For in this world, the definition of being a real journalist is different from mine.
A real journalist is not only ethical and trained but also embraces the kind of life (or death) he is getting into.
Kaasar. What is the use of the four-year degree course if it is improbable to use it to alleviate my family from poverty or at the least, augment our income? Why is it that we have to acknowledge that with every great power, come not only great responsibility, but also risking our lives? And why am I having this dilemma between following my dream and being practical when I am midway to graduation? Would I yet be another product of this college who would be a frustrated journalist working on graveyard shifts at call centers?
Questions. Questions. Questions. Borrowing Apostol's words, I wish I knew the answer.
And then I remember my friend Kram who was reluctant in continuing the course and whom I persuaded not to shift out. I recall the times how I have always psyched myself up for the game amidst a final grade of 2.0 from Sir Luis Teodoro. I have always believed then that that is the only way to drive myself to do my best even when I get a 3.0 in an editorial.
But now, it seems to me that deluding myself intentionally makes no sense.
As my idealism seems to wane, Kram tells me after the program that Eugenia apostol and Luis Teodroro's challenge to be watchdogs, not anyone's puppies, increased his desire to pursue journalism.
Eventhough, just a little.
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+NOVEMBER 2004+
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