Dispatches by Adrian Conoza

I think I'll take a short break from working in front of my computer. I'm now working on a typewriter anyway. But as February comes, you can wait for the things I'll blog about this February. CORONA: My take on the newest "TV series" today in the Philippines: The Impeachment Trial of the Supreme Court's Chief Justice Renato Corona. L-O-V-E: Valentines Day is coming. But I won't post any cheesy stuff. I want to share to you my views of love...and what it really is. MORE SCHOOL LIFE JOURNALS: Coming out of my typewriter that I've found from the things in the house, I have more stories to share from my classroom. MISSED LITERATURE: As I searched through and saw old covers of pulp magazines in the Internet, I realized I've missed something to read and appreciate. BIBLE: January almost ended with the Bible Week. Inspired by an editorial from a newspaper, I would like to share to you the book that every man should use as their manual. A SLAP ON MY FACE:...

I remember this poem. I made this during the first quarter when I wasn't given the chance to give my notebook on a subject for checking. I feared that I might have an unsatisfying grade on my card. Well, I must follow the rule: get the notebook before the class. Sorry, but I haven't. I just remained myself quiet at that moment and made this poem. May you appreciate it. Sentiments of A Student Why am I like this? I'm so unlucky I always fail When will I learn? When will things come to change?           When will I be better? I am distressed I get low grades And I lose some things They all turn me bad They all depress me They all leave me in distress! Why? Why should I come at this point?                               At this point            ...

Author's Note: This post is based on my faith, on what I believe, and on what the Bible say.  Still, I wrote this for you, my readers, that you may know what's right, and what God says in the Scriptures. Thanks. Courtesy of Inquirer.net Last January 9, a big news made the headlines. It's an event that showed Catholic faith, maroon shirts, and what else but crowded roads. "The Feast of The Nazarene", as they call it, went again. But it's different this year than the previous years, as I saw it on TV and on print throughout the years. Crowds are larger, making incidents and injuries on some. Vast devotees were around the Quiapo church, around Plaza Miranda and Quirino Grandstand, and throughout the procession. Most of them crawled and struggled to go through the icon that they believe to bring miracles, and they either put their towels on it or say their prayers. They shouted the usual “Viva! Viva!”. They even defy alerts of plotted terror attacks announced by t...

Here's a poem that I made one Saturday evening. I remembered such things, and I made this poem in free verse. Hope you like it. Me Dearest me You've been great and you've been friendly They talk to you and they have happy looks  But let me tell you You'll not always be heard they'll not always look at you You may ask   but they won't always answer you Suggest if you can   yet they'll not bother it You'll not always get the attention you'll not always make them relate to you You'll not always get the credit That makes you blue But turn that blue, and never make it a depression never stuck too deep on yourself Stay friendly stay helpful Thank them that they regard, respect, and appreciate you as a friend .........I'm not alone. I hope you liked that poem. Together with that, I want to share with you a nice song from The Police. Message In A Bottle. I can relate to it somehow.

Our class had recently worked on a project in English. In two pieces of short bond paper, we would make our own web pages entitled "Friendbook"-just like Facebook. There, we wrote a reflection on Afro-Asian poetry, and other sorts of posts related to Africa and Asia. I decided to just make a drawing of my webpage instead of an online webpage. Most of us preferred the virtual one. It took me my whole working hours on Thursday to finish this simple yet unique "Friendbook" at home before I submitted it the next day. I made a short reflection and wrote an African poem and 2 Asian poems-a poem in small letters and a haiku. As I did these things and asked my classmates to write comments that next day, I came to really reflect on Afro-Asian poetry. What my classmates posted on Facebook about their reflections are precise and factual, and they made me write this simple article on my young and unknown blog. Here it is, tough I may not write it as same as what I wrote on that...

How time flies so fast. At a sweep of seconds, it's another new year. Fireworks appear around cities and neighborhoods. Greetings of  "Happy New Year!" are heard. In New York, that glowing ball symbols the coming of the new year. In London, the Big Ben strikes banging "dong"s. Bright fireworks cover the atmosphere of the Sydney Opera House in Australia. New Year has come. It's year 2012. I would just like to wish you a Happy New Year . It's another blessing from God. Therefore, let us entrust to Him this year. Besides, it is He who will decide whether 2012 would be the apocalypse or not. We really don't know. Though circumstances may come, let us hold our heads up high in the Lord. Put yourselves into His hands. Anyway, time flies so fast, that not only it's 2012. I'll go back to school once again. How short vacation is. However, I hope that I'll do better this time. In addition to all of this, I hope you'll continue to read The Teena...