6,136

Life is really a daily race against time. College for me has now come to an end. Last March 14, I was one of the 6,136 graduates of the University of Santo Tomas – Manila seated on plastic chairs and faced the Grandstand for this year’s Baccalaureate Mass. Four days after (March 18), I officially obtained my degree B.S. in Biology during the Solemn Investiture held at the Philippine International Convention Center Plenary Hall.

Last Supper

Before the Baccalaureate Mass, all students from the College of Science were met by assigned faculty advisers for the distribution of graduation tickets and payment of some dues. What I was happy about was the food, of course. A chicken meal from McDonald’s and a fluffy bread became our so-called ‘Last Supper’ before candles, pins, and souvenirs were given away. When the Mass at the Grandstand was about to start, we all walked together forming a straight line per section. There was a feeling of fulfilment as this was for us, the last time that we will walk together in that same floor. Before the Mass, every student was going nuts taking pictures of each other, their professors, and school landscapes. It was as if it was the last time we will all see each other. Actually, nobody knows when we will all be together.

Mass and Gimmicks
Every faculty and college in UST had their own gimmicks. Some had party poppers, colorful balloons, streamers and noise-makers. The homily of Acting Rector Rev. Fr. Rolando V. dela Rosa was very meaningful. “Don’t think about the future which is full of uncertainty, think of where you are now,” he said. What Fr. Dela Rosa said was actually true. Finishing college is something that is historical for a human person. It is what parents have worked for. After four years, every Thomasian graduate is tasked – to be a competent, compassionate and committed individual who stands by truth. The ceremonies ended with an audio-visual presentation and an eight-minute grand fireworks display. All graduates were then asked to pass through the Arch of the Centuries.

Pacquiao Day

So it was Graduation Day, and at the same time, the day Manny Pacquiao won against Marquez. Well, for some 450 students from the College of Science in UST, Easter Sunday meant the official end of dissection, test, discussions, memorization and experimentation. I was very happy that my whole family was there to witness my college graduation day. I did not cry unlike the melodramatic people around me, but deep inside I am sad. I will miss college. But there is an end in everything and a new beginning to look forward to. The cliché “Isang Bagong Paglalakbay” was surprisingly very appropriate for the graduation theme of our college. I really loved the small-scale version of the UST letters together with the stuffed tiger that ornamented the stage. I also loved the Filpiniana theme. Thanks to the program, I learned a lot of Filipino words:
Vice Rector for Religious Affairs = Bise Rektor Para Sa Mga Gawaing Pangrelihiyoso
Dean = Dekano
Asst. Dean =Katuwang na Dekano
Bachelor of Science = Batsilyer ng Agham
And I enjoyed mentioning our college courses in Filipino like Biolohiya (Biology), Kimika (Chemistry), Matematika at Pisika (Math and Physics), Agham Aktwaryal (Actuarial Science) and Sikolohiya (Psychology). I wonder why they didn’t have a Tagalog translation for Microbiology (can it be Biolohiya Para sa Mga Sobrang Liit na Bagay?).

I still have to get my alumni card, transcript of records, diploma, and yearbook. I will come back, but not as a student, but as a Thomasian alumni. Congratulations Batch 2008! See you in 2011.

Kakaibang Enrolment

Hindi ko alam kung bakit kahit na halos 400 years old na ang UST ay hindi pa din nito ma-perfect ang sistema sa enrolment. Inabot ng 20 araw bago ko na-enrol ang isang three-unit subject. At ito din ang kauna-unahang pagkakataon na ma-experience ko ang pagiging isang ‘irregluar overloaded graduating student.’ Hindi ko inakalang malalampasan ko ang pila, gulo, at perwisyo ng pag-eenrol na mas mahirap pa sa pag-aapply ng VISA.

Eto ang simula – October 25 – maaga akong lumuwas para sa ‘Advising.’ Sa mga hindi taga-UST, o sa mga taga-UST pero hindi nakakaranas magka-singko, ang ‘Advsing’ ay ang araw kung saan magsasama-sama ang lahat ng bagsak, pipila sa faculty room, at ipapapirma ang isang papel bago ka tuluyang makapag-enrol. Pag nalampasan mo ang pilang ‘yon, ayun! Next step ka na. Pero ako wala pa sa stage na’to. 10AM dumeretso na ako sa 3rd floor ng Main Building. Dali dali akong kumuha ng ‘Advising Form’ sa mala-aquarium na Dean’s Office at nilagay ko na lahat ng subjects ko (kasama na ang mga uulitin ko). Nakapila na nga ako e, tapos nadaanan ko ang isang bulletin board ng schedule ng buong kolehiyo. Tumambad sa mata ko ang schedule ng special class ko (yung uulitin kong subject). OMG! Tinamaan ang 3 subjects, MWF pa! Huminga ako ng malalim, pinikit ko ang mga mata ko at umasa akong namamalik-mata lang ako… Pero hindi! Pagmulat ko yun talaga. OK, easy lang. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko kasi alam kung papano mag-ayos ng schedule lalo pa at block naman ako taun-taon. Mabuti na lang at nag-lunch break. Ayos! May oras mag-isip at gumising sa katotohanan.

Sa taranta ko e umuwi muna ako sa dorm para kumain, magcharge ng cellphone, at sumaklolo kay Lord. Kung birthday ko lang sana nung araw na yun nag-wish na sana may isang anghel na bumaba sa langit para tulungan ako. At ayun, dumating ang tagapagligtas ng daigdig ko sa araw na ‘yon. Limang minuto bago magbukas muli ang mga opisina sa USTe e nagkita kami ng kaklase kong kamukha kong sawi. Tinanong nya sakin kung ano na ang nagawa ko. Sabi ko “kumuha ng ‘Advising Form… at… uhm….yun pa lang”

“Nge! Fourth year ka na, dapat kumuha ka muna ng overload form, ayusin ang schedule mo, magpa-advise, at ipapirma ang request to overload sa Asst. Dean,” ang sabi niya sakin. “Fine!” sabi ko naman. Mukhang madali. Ala-una na at dumeretso ako sa Information Office para kumuha ng Request for Overload. Pagkabigay sakin ng working student yung form sa window, aba, sabay hingi ng bayad. Sus! At ang tatlong pirasong papel nagkakahalaga pala ng bente singko! (Basta parang ganun, di ko na binilang ang sukli ko e) Hindi naman ako cheap, pero naisip ko lang na kahit 10 beses kong ipa-photocopy yung form e hindi naman aabot ng 25 yun a!

Ayan, madami pang oras. Finill-up-an ko ang form. Daming blanks. Nung matapos ko na, balik ako sa bulletin board ng schedule buong College of Science. Dumugo ang utak ko kaka-arrange ng schedule. Inabot ng almost 1 hour! Isipin mo nalang, 4-7pm sa block class ko ang tinamaan ng lintik na special class; tatlong subjects yun. San ko sisingit yun? Gulu-gulo na! Hindi ko na ikukwento kung paanong nagkahimala at naayos ko na ang schedule ko. Mag ti-three-o’clock prayer na nang maubos ang pila at ako na isa sa mga panghuling magpa-advice.

Ako: Good afternoon ma’m. Magpapa-sign po.

Ma’m: Naku hijo, wala pang Cell and Molecular Bio (yung isa sa mga uulitin kong subjects)

Ako: E ma’m paano ko po mapapapirma sa Asst Dean ang request ko e di pa kumpleto?

Ma’m: Balikan mo bukas.

Ako: (deep inside lang – Paalis ako papuntang Bora ‘no? Haller!)

Pero ang totoong sinabi ko:

Ok po.

Hindi ko binalikan. Ano ‘yun, ipagpapalit ko ba ang pirma ng Asst. Dean sa trip to Bora? Never! Ayun, at habang nagtatampisaw ako sa white sand mula Oct. 26-28, iniisip ko kung magiging available na ang subject na yun sa Oct. 29.

Luwas ulit ako sa UST. Habang lahat ay nag-uuwian na sa probinsya, ang mga irreg ng Science ay nakapila sa Asst. Dean para sa Request for Overload. Kahit na wala pa yung 1 subject, naisip kona ipapirma na para ma-enrol ko na ang ibang subjects. Dumating ako 11AM, kumuha ako ng number dun sa dispenser sa Dean’s Office na kamukha ng makikita sa mga bangko. Paghila ko – number 182! Oo, one hundred and eighty two! Tinanong ko sa super sungit na tagabantay ng pinto ng Dean’s Office kung anong number na ba ang nagpapa-advice, at sabi, 35 pa lang. Sabi ko sa sarili ko – “Putek! E kahit hanggang alas-ocho ng gabi ang opisina e ‘di matatapos ang pila a!” Nagdesisyon akong umuwi nalang at bumalik kinabukasan. Pero ang bilin ko sa mga kasama kong nakapila e magtirik ng mga kandila, i-usod sa pintuan ang rebulto ni Albert the Great at mag-vigil nalang sila para kinabukasan e may magse-save na ng pwesto ko sa pila. Walang tumawa sa joke ko.

Kinabukasan, Oct. 30, asa nanaman ako na makakapagpa-advice ako. Hindi pa rin pala. Papano ba naman, tinotoo yata ng mga tao ang biro ko about sa “Vigil” thing, ayun! 9am pa lang e number 49 na ako! Leche talaga. Bakit ba kelangan pang magpa-advice? Dinatnan ako ng sipag pumila hanggang mag-lunch break pero uminit din ang ulo ko sa gutom. Sa inis ko (actually dalawa kami), nag-dare kami na wag na pumila at ipagduldulan nalang kay Ma’m Beth (ang dakilang secretary) na ilakad ang papel namin. Bahala na.

Undas na! Balik nanaman ako sa skul kahit karamihan ng tao ay nasa mga sementeryo na. Una kong pinuntahan ay ang secretary na pinag-iwanan ko ng form. Siyempre todo pray ako na sana napirmahan na ang form ko. At last! Nasagot ang prayer ko at ready to enrol na ako dahil approved na ang overload form ko. Derecho ako sa Seminary Gym na puno ng mga enrolees kahit na Undas na (mukha na nga din akong bangkay sa sobrang ngarag). Aba at ang Cell and Molecular Bio (CMB) ay hindi pa din pala available! Ano ito? Hindi na ba ako ga-graduate? Inenroll ko na muna ang iba kong subject at bumalik sa department para tanungin ang CMB.

Ako: Ma’m yung CMB po available na?

Ma’m: Naku hindi pa.

Ako: E ma’m, pasukan na po sa Lunes e

Ma’m: Oo nga, pero walang prof na magtuturo, wala na ding available na room.

Ako: E ma’m ano pa pong option?

Ma’m: Gagawan ko ng paraan.

Aba at first day of school na ng second sem. Ang CMB? Wala pa din. Para kaming mga asong gala sa UST na naghahanap ng mag-aalaga sa amin. Pwede na nga ulit akong tumakbong Batch Rep dahil ang dami kong nakakatext na sawimpalad. Pagkatapos ng isang linggo, aba wala pa rin! Nakapgpasa na nga ako ng application para mag Medicine sa UST hindi pa pala ako ga-graduate? Akalain mo yon? Ayun pati NMAT form ko naproseso pa rin, pero ang isang subject na kailangan ko, hindi ko pa rin mai-enrol. Kailangan pa daw naming gumawa ng “Letter of Eagerness to Enroll.” Ang sabi ko “Leche, sinu ba naman ang hindi gusting gumraduate?” (Pero deep inside lang yun syempre). Edi yun, follow the leader kami at gawa ng letter ek-ek.

Sa wakas, dumating din ang takdang oras. Ang pagkakataong hinihintay ng 18 estudyanteng nasa pareho kong kalagayan… Ang sandaling makakapagbayad na para makuha ang CMB! Umaga ng November 19 ay pumunta agad ako sa Dean’s Office at kinuha ko na ang petition form namin na na-aprubahan na (siguro na-touch si Dean sa letter namin na “Eagerness to Enrol). Mahabang proseso pa pala ulit – papirma sa Registrar, papirma sa Accounting, encoding sa Computer Center – bago tuluyang maka-enrol. In short, inabutan nanaman ako ng Lunch break! (Sana nga robot nalang ang lahat ng empleyado para di nalang kumakain diba?) Ala-una ng araw na yon nang makuha ko ang aking revised load. Ayun! Enroled nako sa wakas – pagkatapos ng 20 working days na paghihintay.

Naisip ko tuloy kung ganito ba kagulo ang sistema sa UST noong panahon ni Rizal at hindi niya ito naexperience kaya hindi niya ito na kwento. Pwes, eto, kinwento ko na!

Maraming salamat kay:
James Matias, na tinulungan ako sa paggawa ng schedule ko.

Kay Joy Gavadan, ang nag-forward sa akin ng “BIR story” ni Jol Ong na nagbigay sa akin ng ideya kung papaano ko isusulat ang karanasan kong ito sa Kolehiyo ng Agham sa UST.

Psalm 84 and beyond

When I started writing news for our college publication, I was assigned by my editor to follow every move of the UST College of Science Glee Club (CSGC). Now, I can’t believe that I am now part of the singing group I constantly covered during their college gigs, university-wide stints, and even in when the President calls them (see related blog entitled “Some Culture”). It was last July 2, 2007 when I saw my name posted as one of the applicants who passed the first and second screenings for the new breed of singers for the CSGC. Psalm 84 (How Lovely Is Your Dwelling Place) was the song I chose as my audition piece. And during the final test – the so-called ‘Judgement Day’ – I passed. Thanks to the one month training and to the support of my friends, I was able to prove to myself that I can really sing. Plus, those videoke nights were quite helpful as well!

The first three months of my singing experience as a ‘gleepol’ (as we CSGC members call ourselves) has been very memorable for me *pardon my mushiness*. Aside from the usual invocation and national anthems in school, I, together with two colleagues, were invited to sing in a wedding. Although I was shaky and nervous, I was happy to have sung for the first time in front of a wedding banquet in Laguna. (Alas, an alternative to hosting!) Next exciting performance for me was during one of the La Naval masses in Santo Domingo Church Quezon City. Singing for a mass offered to the miraculous Our Lady of the Holy Rosary was a very inspirational moment.

Because of CSGC, my name became part of the ‘Most Wanted’ list of the SOCC (Student Organizations Coordinating Council) and OSA (Office for Student Affairs). It’s a complicated story but I guess it’s the price to pay for bringing out the truth. My article (which I wrote six months before I became a gleepol) was noticed by the said UST offices because I relayed the ruckus that happened to last year’s Intercollegiate Song Festival (ICSF) in Momentum Vol. 45 No. 1. It may be a small matter for some journalists who face bigger libel cases and related stuff, but facing the said issue has been one of my most trying times as a campus journalist. Well, I already talked to the SOCC president and I have no intention of destroying the Council. Long story cut short – problem was solved and I was able to get my Certificate of Good Moral Character (which I thought wouldn’t be released because of all the brouhaha over the published article).

Soon, I will be experiencing ICSF myself and I can’t wait to see the difference. This time, I will be the one to be covered. I never thought that singing would be part of my last year as a college student. Psalm 84 has led me to this new and melodious world of chorale life. Almost every night I have to vocalize, practice and sing. I am serious and I will make this ‘first and last’ gleepol gig of mine very fruitful. Besides, this is something beyond karaoke.

Dropped by

Shakey’s V-LeagueIt’s the game of the season for college volleyball. A friend of mine invited me to watch one game in Makati – UST vs. La Salle… and for some reason, this was far too hot to handle. Both universities are vying for the top spot in this volleyball league sponsored by Shakey’s. A couple of ‘deuces’ afterwhich the game ended up ‘not-so-well’ for me because my school (UST) lost. But it was a good fight (it’s normal to defend your camp isn’t it?) Well, after that very exciting game (not to mention the fervent cheers of Thomasians), me and my friend Camille went straight to Taft Avenue (to meet another friend, Fatima, and another unexpected new guy named JC [Cuadrado] – say it loud and proud: Showbiz #1! Wazzup Wazzup hehehe…)

Both my companions were my pals since high school and as usual, we used this ‘just dropped by’ moment to catch up and exchange latest news regarding ourselves and our batchmates. It only took a 30 minute meal London 2012at Red Ribbon for us to reminisce the past, savor the present and daydream about the future. With my hectic schedule (due to BS Bio), I wonder when will I be dropping by once again.

Speaking of sporting events, I just want to congratulate LONDON for winning the bid for the 2012 Olympics. See you there! (now I have to start saving bucks for that…)

Vandals

Ambigram by Michelle Chua (UST CSJ)‘Press button to teleport to bedroom.’*
Five minutes of Calculus lecture and you see some students doing something else other than listening. Written on my desk are the lines mentioned above [Press button to teleport to bedroom] My seatmates bursted into silent laughter when I showed this ‘vandalism’ to them. Actually, this form of psychological expression is a mere representation of an idea. People writing on walls, chairs and toilet cubicle doors continue to amaze me although others may consider the fact that these markings on public areas literally cause eyesore (in the sense that chairs, tables, walls, doors, etc. become extremely untidy).

‘I cannot afford to fail. I must struggle everyday. I must!’**
This line [quoted last] is written at the last page of my first year college notebinder. Believe it or not, this is a another ‘vandalism’ on the armchair where I was assigned to sit for a whole semester three times a week. This is one of those very useful ‘quotable quotes’ from people who just want to share their precious (or sometimes nonsense) thoughts. The line is so simple, appealing and very practical.

‘I’m a police officer. Freeze!’
Okay, this is not one of those written ‘vandals.’ Last Wednesday on my way to Zoology class, a complete stranger grabbed my right hand. He stopped me from walking, talked to me and claimed that he was a police officer. He was not in uniform plus he never showed me any ID (Aren’t they supposed to have those gold badges just like in the movies?) Well, I froze in fear and panic. I thought I was going to be kidnapped or something (…daydreaming of being a rich kid stops here…) Anyway, he talked to me and said that they were on the lookout on someone who stole a cellphone, blah blah, that I should be cautious, and more blah blah. Honestly, I never clearly understood what he said because I was so worried about my class (I thought I was going to be late). At least, I was alarmed that ‘vandalizers’ of another form are on the lose – the hold-uppers and criminals – two of my friends lost their cellphones this week because of these lawbreakers.

My week ended up the usual way – hectic but worthy of a smile! Whenever I feel like writing something not-so-useful, I try my best to control myself and end up scribbling on my notes.

*     Rm 314 UST Main Building
**   Rm 136 UST Main Building

Meeting Mentors

MentorIs there anything more rewarding than imparting knowledge to other people? It may sound absurd but don’t be naive (… sing that line if you want Superman!) When I was young, I really wanted to be a teacher *take note: when I was young* and I even had my blackboard, my lesson plan, and my own bunch of younger kids whom I was able to deceive. Today, our class – 2Bio-4/2D – became acquainted with new professors who were *as usual* very much unique from one another.

One whole year in college has given me an idea (if not a full glimpse) of some types of professors and I am very happy to share my observations. Here are the TYPES OF PROFS (at least 5) with their positive (+) and negative (-) sides:

1. Newbie
+ These are the young, usually single, sexy/hunky teachers who are fresh from the Graduate School. In a university with high standards (such as, ehemm, UST?) these newbies already have an MA after their name. They are the ones who can ‘connect’ with students, make jokes (usually corny) and smile often.
– Some of them lacks the ability to control the class. They always ask a student (usually the class president) to do this and that. They have credibility but students can’t see that.

2. Cool (with a question mark)
+ These are the teachers who are “young-at-heart.” Despite of their age, they are using laptops and state-of-the-art cellphones, watch Telenovelas, play soccer (does it ring a bell?), read magazines and can relate to the fads and crazes of today’s generation.
– They give in to what the class wants (I think that’s positive) and… it’s just weird to see them trying to be “cool.” Plus, they are just obsessed with using PowerPoint presentations ALL THE TIME.

3.Classic
+ These are the so-called ‘institutions’ of the College. They have the MD, PhD and EdD after their names. They look very knowledgable and they usually don’t need a book in teaching (duh! after more than a decade of teaching, who needs one?) They are reliable and you can throw almost any question (class, species, phylum, etc!)
– Just don’t ask ’em what’s the #1 song in the US Billboard charts today.

4. Terrorist
+/- The moment this prof enters, you just can’t help but feel very cold, your hands start to shake, and you typically become terrorized. These are popular teachers who have a different way of handling students. They just love scaring students, humiliating them or failing them! (Now for me, that’s negative) but then, they have the right (some of them) because they really have good teaching skills. They are just born that way I guess… You know what I’m talking about

5. All-in-one
+ They are the ones we consider as “OK profs.” Students learn from them a lot – both about the subject and its application. Sometimes, they share their experiences and insert them in lessons from time to time. They love students and students love them.
– They are rare!

UST Main BuildingI know that in the near future, I will encounter more types of Professors. Whatever their kind is, I salute all of them. It is a fact that UST College of Science has the finest professors among the undergraduate courses in the university (Alright, I’m biased… Honestly, the Varsitarian research shows that Sci is second to Nursing in terms of the number of teachers with PhD/MA/MD…) I cannot find a perfect professor that will fit all my needs. All I can do is be thankful for having the honor of being molded by these brilliant minds in the older-than-Harvard University of Santo Tomas.Go USTe!

PS: Thanks Aika Lenon for introducing me to Great Teacher Onizuka.

Bonjour Second Year

BookWhat a way to start a new schoolyear! It’s just a couple of days before official classes begin and I’m doing my best not to waste the remaining seconds before the academic timebomb stops ticking and blows up.

After the Hogwarts-like welcome courtesy of the grandiose University Opening Mass with matching opera choir background, I immediately ran *literally* on the way to the Main Building for a meeting with The Thomasian Freshmen Committee – I was then sprinkled with an ample amount of superiority because now, avec plasir, I will be one of those who shall give a tour for the freshmen.

At around 12:30pm, I rushed to meet my next door friends from Galleria across UST (Jocine and Kat) and take a cab to the *real* Rob Galle in Pasig. A series of unfortunate events (sounds like a movie title) came afterwards. We were rejected by the first cab (telling us that it wasn’t his route) then, the next one overheated. We were then dropped by the driver near FEU. Just as I thought how easy it would be to find another cab, a chewed bubblegum just kissed my blue suede shoes! Raindrops fell and we had a hard time looking for another cab. Je regrette for myself. At last, after about 15 minutes, we were on the go once again. We reached Rob Galle in time for several movies yet another surprising punch came – there was no electricity… brown-out! It sounds weird, but I don’t know why this mall doesn’t have a generator with a capacity to run in these times of emergency. Cinemas were closed (it’s only 3 in the afternoon!) and fast food chains were as hot as hell (even though I haven’t been in hell…) there’s just no point of comparison. Bien sûr, what more can I do? Cry?

My cellphone battery died. At 6pm I have to meet my high school buddies (Mei, Ray, Quitz, Ross, James and Vanie). How the heck am I going to contact them! That was solved (and I don’t have time explaining how). I thought I was finished facing the “series of unfortunate events,” but another one came – I was dropped off by the cab a little bit far from Food Choices in Glorietta (our meeting place). I took several turns, escalators and stairs just to find them. Le voyage dure combien de temps?

In Providence, just across La Salle, I released my stress and anger… through videoke! I don’t want to end the day dull so me and my pals sang our hearts out in the tune of Jennifer Paige’s Crush and topping the night with Janet Jackson’s Together Again (corny but lively!) At midnight, I faced my notepad and scribbled the events of this day.

Merci Docteur ReyOui, I have been using several French words in this entry because my interest was ignited by the movie “Merci Docteur Rey” – a French film that captured my heart. Cela m’est égal if I can’t understand some words and I was distracted by the inaccurate subtitles. Foreign films touch our deeper sense of understanding. And that explains the scattered French terms. Bonne journée!

Of Strikes and John Robert Powers

Still groggy, I reached for the remote control and turned on the TV. “I’ve Had The Time of My Life,” the theme song from Dirty Dancing was playing on MTV while I hurriedly took off for a shower in preparation for today’s classes which I am expecting to begin two hours from that moment. On the contrary, this day WAS NOT the time of my life. I dashed to the kitchen to heat some pre-cooked meals.

Ten minutes before my class should’ve started, I was rushing – passed the UST Chapel, the Botanical Garden, the Main Building – I was just strides away from the AB/Commerce building where I am taking up my summer classes when I heard someone said: “Afternoon classes are suspended because of the PUV strike!”

Whaaaaaaaat?!?!?!?!??!!!

I hate it when I’m already prepared, dressed up, and just a stone’s throw from where I must be and then I’m pushed to head back where I came from in a matter of seconds. Isn’t there any other way by which public utility vehicles can show their grievances? Why do they have to mess up other people’s lives?

Moving on, I have this friend of mine who enrolled at John Robert Powers (a known personality development center.) I was so surprised that the enrollment fee reached more than Php 95,000.00 for 20 days of classes (some course packages even amount to Php 350,000.00.) What the heck are they teaching in these institutions?

005_jrp.jpgInterestingly, I asked this friend of mine to discuss some of the things they’re doing. From the looks of it, I can see that my friend’s fashion sense improved – that may be a proof that it”s worth it. My friend also told me that you will meet television stars and models, aside from the fact that they will boost your self confidence, let you take modeling and wardrobe lessons, and teach you more than just the basics of etiquette

It looks like I’m endorsing JRP now! Anyway, I’ll just wait here until my wallet produces hundreds of thousands of pesos.