Dispatches by Adrian Conoza

Hours are now remaining before December 25: Christmas Day. Let us not forget the true meaning of Christmas: CHRIST MOST. In Christmas, we should not "X" Christ. It's a celebration of His birthday, and He is the heart of this season. In Him, there is peace , there is salvation . I learned them in Our Daily Bread . May we all enjoy this celebration of the birth of our Savior. Grace....Peace....and Love be with us all! Here are some bits and pieces regarding Christmas..Merry Christmas! Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. "Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind.  To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy,  is to have the real spirit of Christmas." -Calvin Coolidge "The best of all gifts around any  Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family  all wrapped up in each other." -Burton Hill

This Christmas would be a different Christmas for me, even for others. First, after lots of work at school, I still couldn't feel it's Christmas. I think it's because I'm strained at working and toiling for the sake of good grades, forgetting that I have to enjoy Christmas. But now, I can enjoy it at last. Also, I'll learn to be creative and meaningful of my gifts. I won't buy and buy. Those are just examples of how my Christmas would be different. But here's the thing that really makes this Christmas different: It's two Christmases.   One Christmas would be almost a cold season, with parols shining everywhere and Christmas trees flashing with colorful lights. The other is a tragedy of flashfloods. People swimming through vast of floods, people around rubble, people around darkness.  One Christmas would be a joyous celebration for families, for relatives. They'll be together in a table, eating that delicious noche buena, the Christmas ham being the

As a young boy, I'll usually get to listen to RJ 100 , an adult contemporary--that's the genre of the music they're playing--radio station in the Philippines. Also, I'll listen to songs from CDs containing mostly 80s music. And as I grew up, my interest in old school music went on. As a freshman, I listened to such stations like 99.5 RT , Magic 89.9 , 96.3 Easy Rock and 105.1 Crossover for nice old school music. I listened and searched for music from bands like Men Without Hats, Fra Lippo Lippi, V.S.T and Co., Bee Gees, Naked Eyes, Eurythmics, Industry, JoBoxers, The Go Go's, Nena, Toto, Huey Lewis and The News, Hall and Oates; and artists like Rick Astley, Phil Collins, and Michael Jackson on the Internet. But most of all, my interest for old school music grew during this recent summer and as a sophomore. As I spent my sweet summer before I went on 2nd year in high school, I learned about Tears for Fears, China Crisis,Level 42,our very own bands here like The Daw

Author's Note : Whoever might be offended by my post, apologies in advance. Doing school works at very long hours makes me zapped at times. Since I was a sophomore, my hours if work at my house extended; and my body had to go on hard times.I'll usually sleep at 2 a.m.,1 a.m, or at midnight (probably, the earliest of them). Every now and then, effort seems to be similar to staying late at night. But not every time I extend my working hours, I become productive or get good grades. Even before I enjoy Christmas, I have to toil and exert effort. Decenber15.Thursday. One day left before the Christmas party and before I can break myself free. I spent long hours doing a project. I made and painted cards, It took me 6 hours (starting at Wednesday) to do that. Patience and effort was kindly kept as I painted my drawings on the cards. I then slept for but a short while: at least 2-3 hours. I continued doing that project at school. From the time I went inside, I refurnished and finished m

Author's Note: I don't blame anyone on this post. If anyone is offended by this, I extend my apologies in advance. I hope that as you read my post, you'll understand my situation as I wrote this article right from the day it was written.  Thanks and may God bless you all.        Friday, November 18, 2011     It was a simple morning. The shades of light penetrated our little classroom. Drafting class started at about 10:20 AM. There, we were about to deepen ourselves, especially our minds, on orthographic drawing and a bit of isometric drawing.     Throughout the class, our teacher on that subject challenged us to figure out the different views of an object that he'll draw.      The class was divided into 4 groups. 3 persons in each group have to get 3 different views of an object: the front, top, and the right side view. 1 person per view. In addition, each group would be given seven minutes to complete their views, and we have to make sure the teacher would approve t

Author's Note: Some words that you'll read here are only substitutes to what they are actually called. I don't blame anyone on this post. I did what I could do to avoid offenses on anyone. Whoever might be offended by this post, I apologize as early as now. And I hope all of  you will understand my post. Thanks.     ONCE AGAIN, I took the struggling exams this second quarter. I reviewed, read, and thought of those things our class have discussed and learned so far. By the way, some of the exams were based on what we've discussed or on  what we've done . For short, no review needed.   Wednesday. At about minutes past 6 A.M. I came to school. I did my daily routine of walking 40 steps-4 stairs-to our classroom.    I got to prepare. I need reviews. I need an attentive and knowledge-filled me!    My morning went well, except for one thing.    Compressed to our review was the demands of paperwork. That paperwork that we've revised for many times was a requirement.One

   I'M ONCE again on pressure...Under pressure.2 days or less than 48 hours to go until our periodical tests will begin. And now, I'm facing the trials of high school.    The class had a quiz on Biology. We reviewed. We tried to review. But not much for me. I can't even exercise my time in an orderly way! Plans didn't go as it was for this "looking-serious" man.    Disorganized time, slightly-energized body, and the rushes of studies. They all make me a complicated teenager. They all try to mold me to be diligent and hardworking. However, they all pass a frazzled, puzzled me.    I really had no time top get things well. When could I make things sorted and kept well? You know, then things usually make me look like concentrated on my work or sort of that. Most of all, they decrease my mood. Now what?    I have nothing and no one to blame. Just myself. Just my clock-cracking management and energy-lost anatomy. In the same way, I have no one to ask for help and co

SO FAR so good. I'm now about to share my first full post just like an article in a magazine or just like that. I welcome you once again to my blog...Here, I'll share things that interests me, things that will make this blog a unique teenage dispatch. Let's begin. As a student in a science high school, it's a routine for me to get busy, to get things done. That means laziness should be fought and relaxation set aside. It's like working in an office, sometimes like working as a DJ overnight. And here I am, seeing the results. Thursday morning began with Drafting classes, and our class passed what we call as "improvised folders". We have done them in the first quarter, and we tried to make it better this second quarter. Many checks were done by the teacher, and I'm nearing the table. After few minutes, I passed my folder. It has a landscape format and a collage concept. The folder was checked then, and the teacher gave me comments. One comment was that t