This written account was part of that examination. Funny that I sounded so smart and precise and full of certainty. This is for my then-column space, Blueprint.


In the very midst of student’s welfare of Far Eastern University, the FEU Advocate has stretched its functions as the vehicle of expression for the student body and to the whole FEU community as well.

By its latest account, the trend of moving students to stick away from being in the apathetic circle has been constantly remarkable to its extent. Among these changes the FEU Advocate had set to the studentry would be the extending lull to the University-wide elections.

Recently, University Commission on Elections (Comelec) had announced the new breed of student leaders to serve the Academic Year 2010 to 2011. The hype brought by the elections marked an increase in the number of voters. This has proved that school organ refines students, making them more involved and putting  the apathetic aura away.

Based on the official list from Office of Student Affairs and Community Services (OSACS), the electronic-voting increased with a mere 50 percent compared to last year’s.

This year’s numbers, in fact, marked the highest number of voters in the ever Far Eastern University Central Student Organization and Institute Student Councils election history.

OSACS student development coordinator Dr. Marcon Espino admittably assumed that the increase was brought up by the aid of FEU Advocate in releasing pre-election issues.

As the first-to-know information, the monthly paper becomes an exemplary account to deliver newspapers on time, without compromising FEU Advocate’s integrity and quality.

To relate this bonanza to national issues, media has been allowing ads from running candidates to air their pleasing vote-for-me ads.

With of Comelec’s directive of 120 minutes air time allowed for each candidate and 180 minutes for radio stations, media–print, broadcast and television–reckoned as one of the most important role in influencing mass people.

Like media, FEU Advocate exposes its existence monthly. Since its establishment 75 years ago, the official monthly newspaper has surmounted weekly newspapers and as a pioneering publication in Asia.

The monthly newspaper had recited new twists of stories. Bounded by facts and accuracy, it serves students in the very best way news could be delivered. Recognized as the flagship organization in the University, FEU Advocate had been a tool to criticize and question leaders and their terms.

Like party conventions, forums and debates in the national elections, with the help of different media partners and civic organizations, Filipino people have committed  themselves in criticizing the president-to-be of the Philippines or any related matter that greatly affects them. The FEU student-Advocate relationship does the same thing.

College is the stepping stone to the real world. What happens in collegiate level should not be tolerated outside the borders of the University. In FEU, students and the newspaper are the perfect portrayals of the outside scenes. The relationship should act amicably.

Like sheathed dagger, FEU Advocate inter-played the division of good and bad, setting differences as the years come. But sticking to what the journalism ethics has thought the student-journalist, FEU Advocate will remain in the middle. For some, collegiate newspapers, in general, would just end up like being downplayed the privileges that the glory of bylines brings. The worst thing that could happen: it would cut the skin, let out the blood pour, screams for indignation.

Journalists are the vehicles of people’s expression and FEU Advocate is always sustaining it. For the legacy passes on to generations to generations, let good journalistic practices embody the organization. FEU Advocate has recited for the betterment of the FEU community–then so be it.

Probably five years ago, reality has run into the idea that I was young and long gone are the finances and other supports.

I quit college and got a reasonable good job. It was not easy, of course. But it was a clear path that I certainly need a job.

In the wake of year 2010, I scrambled myself to find a good pay. I know that jobs in this country have caught up to the positive ride of the economy. I heard new buildings have risen everywhere.

But to qualify a job, even if it is not a dream job, a degree is always posted as a requirement. And all I needed was luck.

Good fortune visited me and I landed a proofreading job in an advertising company. I said that I will not let this kind of job slip away. To be hired without a degree is no cakewalk.

After a year of proofreading, I realized that this is not a dream or a real job for me. It was not even a career to consider for a Math major student. The job itself is not intimate.

March 2012. If it meant for me to see a silver lining while losing hope as a proofreader, stepping in as a Reports Analyst must be the exact and perfect view. Someone from the Reporting Team resigned and I was asked to fill his position. To my surprise, it was all a change of scene.

My stint as a proofreader is over. I am now walking a new lane which I am unsure if I can hold it steadily.  The interest for numbers is still there, and has increased positively.

I am just worried how this level suited me. The toughest part is making this thing work and stepping out of my comfort level.

In a younger age, when I came across to questions of what profession will you be in the future, I confidently say that I will become a statistician, an analyst or something like that. And now, I am making that dream happen.

I will definitely be counting on this. The job may be a jumping board to higher positions after sitting as Reports Analyst for a long time.

This job meant to me. I am glad that I am inclined to it and most likely a job to settle with.  For the time being, the job may not be well-compensated, but the pay is already enough to make a good living, especially for a 20 year-old undergraduate young man.

I believe that not having a degree makes you less of a career. I can always go out and grab that degree anytime I want to, but of course within a definite time line.

With this, I am decided to go back to school and continue what I always love and enjoy: numbers.

March 2012.

Today, I busied myself reviewing random Algorithm subjects. I also did a little of arithmetic for Linear Algebra. I am tired and I am not a computing machine.

My papers are running out and this might be my last sheet of paper so I took all recently gathered idea to write something about other things except numbers.

Tomorrow will be my final exam, and to tell you, it has been a hell of a week. In a day’s time, the faith will determine if I really have to hear the correct and well-timed exit tune.

I have been thinking about this matter lately and soon, I can definitely say that this shit is really over, like over-over. Finally, I did it!

By the way, my classmate, Angelina, asked me to accompany her for a little strolling around the campus today.

We don’t usually hangout inside the classroom. In fact, I avoided her in my Calculus class two years ago.  I just didn’t want to talk to her or just having the slightest idea of talking to her. However, she was a bit clingy-slash-friendly and I got used to it.

Two years ago, with wandering eyes, she said, “I haven’t tried cheating. This is my first time.” And when we had our surprise quiz in Differential Equations, she lured me to give her my first five answers. “Everyone is doing it. Look at them.”

Last year, her mantra became “Cheating does not hurt anyone. Cheating does not hurt anyone.”

At present, she has somehow changed. She managed to answer board works alone. Not getting them right, though.

So today, she might have sensed a bit of the graduation hype and got fed up of all the emotional hysteria.

I bet she felt much smarter especially now that she has the sure shot of graduating via constant cheating.

To my surprise, she sounded a bit confident. I had to sound one too, so as not to destroy the feeling.

It’s all a piece of cake,” she said.

She then started talking about life: that graduation is not the ending; it’s just the beginning.


Great minds have purposes while others have wishes,” she added when we reached a bench. “Washington Irving.”

As she babbled about real world, unemployed and underemployed, patience, perseverance, and words that I could no longer understand, I looked at the trail of quad’s pavers and remembered my fresh start at this school.

Four years ago, I bad-temperedly accepted this University. Honestly, it was like picking up bacteria when shaking someone’s hand—a terrible human tragedy.

My four years as a student is so-so. Tolerably passable.

T’was like I just overslept.

Today marks Jaco, Grace, Joms, and Fred’s one year stint in the company. To minimize office tensions and just for the sake of kill time, I made these.

Someone told me that time is created to be wasted and make the best of it. So guys, while away the time, until comes a day you will say, “Shet no? Parang last year lang.

Cheers for the year that was!

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

The Year That Was

Basically, this is the illustrative form of my Cebu trip. Ardie, the one who drew these doodles, took some different but legitimate atmosphere and additional Cebu experience to finish the artworks.

Doodle, as they say, comes along when you draw random images without any clear purpose or outcome.

And below just depicted what we have done and where we’ve gone.

Doodling at Cebu

Doodling at Cebu

Doodling at Cebu

2012 Trips

I assume that my pending trips are worthy enough to compensate every single peso I spent because at the very most, I might not be able to afford anything afterward. Anyhow, despite reasonable arguments, my vacations are in full swing this year.

My 2012 is made of whole bang up trip. I am now managing to involve into financial affairs that I, in the end, will surely worry. This is the thrill of vacations, I must say.

To start with, I went to Cebu last weekend. Out of resentment and desire, this trip materialized the day after I booked my solo Puerto Princesa getaway. I was told that I shouldn’t take trips alone because I might end up in an inhabitable place, or I might get lost. Blah.

Honestly, I always point out to my friends that I am no selfish bitch. Planning alone is more preferable than making plans with them that, in the end, might yield against their will, like what to do, where to go, or when to sleep.

So today, I took all the courage to confront my pay slip. If I were in the same feelings as my pay slip or wallet, I have sulked to death. I know that if it just wished to speak, it will be a big scolding thing. I will be apologetic. But so far, no words come out of it, and it doesn’t come out ahead so I still push my unthrifty spending around a little.

On March 18, I will be in Bohol. This trip is a wrong move. We should have gone to Bohol when we were still in the Cebu City. It is just the same route with a brief trip away. To tell you, I stared stupidly to the nearby islands.

By the way, I still have a lot of travels at hand. After Bohol, I booked a flight to Puerto Princesa on March 27 to 30. I will be travelling alone and that sounds reassuring and promising.

On September 9 to 12, Zeno, my office-mate, and I will have the greatest time of our life at Coron, Palawan. This tourist spot is located in the northern part of Palawan where mountains, trees, rivers, lakes, and vast ocean make you stay.

Next is Bicol-CamSur on October 11 to 14.

Philippines is a must-see place. Truly, there are many potential tourist spots in my country.

Looking ahead, as days or months draw nearer, the lone idea of my vacations and being far in a place you wished you had never been, instead in a different place that you just dreamed of visiting lessens stress and lifts the pain from being burned-out.

Raffy Christopher Dominguez at Cebu


In order to save more money and to avoid too much spending, perhaps I might consider that I should always stay home despite late-night drinking, but I still have contingency money and I deem to drink few bottles; although, by that time, I am really quite hungry.

In that moment, I will explain, over and over, that I need to be thrifty, and by the fact that I am already lying comfortably in bed, this might be the perfect time to sleep.

That Day

One, I am not riding the Feb. 14 bandwagon. Two, I was just forced to write something about it. Lastly, it’s not V-day anymore.

So today, I resent the idea of that day because unfortunately, nothing special happened.  February 14 has gone beyond what I have always least expected because, let alone the day itself, it is just a normal Tuesday.

I was thought that February 14 should be celebrated, but that is not to say that it should be celebrated in a grand manner.

A year ago, I was bugged by my friend to gave her a flower on the 14th. I was never her lover, nor having the slightest ‘something.’ Despite my will and so just to fill the breach of her desperation to receive flowers, I promised to give something or do anything on that day.

However, days before the V-day, an argument arose between us. My Feb. 14 plan was trashed and I spent the day like all normal days go—watched cat videos on YouTube.

Obviously, I felt alone and that left me quite a hope for new romantic story, but of course, not today, not for me. My friends thought that I was cheated by love and unfortunately deprived of a true happy ending story. Well, that’s life.

Anyhow, we never talked in a month or so. Of course, everyone assumed to feel innocent until one was proven guilty.  I knew that my promise sent a wrong message, and she was mad about it.

I deemed for reconciliation the next time we met. She said that I was wicked, firm and heavy-handed, oppressive, harsh, blah.


This year, I thought of doing something special that just ended up in sleeping. When I woke up that night, I knew that I should do something.

After contemplating, I grabbed my phone, checked if her number is still there, made a message.

Message sent.

Happy Valentine’s Day! Sino ka-date mo tonight?