Sexbomb 'wholesome,'
says Mother Lily
Posted: 1:46 AM (Manila Time) | January 11, 2002
By Remy M. Umerez
LKS News Service from the Inquirer
 

"THERE'S no doubt about it. The Sexbomb Girls are the year's biggest attraction."

That is Mother Lily Monteverde talking, and who will dare contradict her? She certainly knows what she's talking about when it comes to the making of stars.
Mother Lily lost no time in signing up the Sexbomb Girls for a movie. And why not? The sexy dancers are the current craze on television, thanks to the "Laban o Bawi" portion of "Eat Bulaga." Their single "Bakit Papa" is a chart-buster. Ask any kid to sing it and chances are, the kid will even supply the body movements.

The Sexbomb Girls hit the big screen via "Bakit Papa?" the movie. Director Uro de la Cruz confirms: "They are a phenomenal group whose range of following extends from the very young to the not so young. They're so popular they're also becoming controversial because little girls are imitating them."

Only six of the original 14 members of the Sexbomb Girls are in "Bakit Papa" which, Mother Lily insists, is "a very wholesome movie."

Butch Puna, road master of the group, says: "The six are the ones who sing while the eight others dance only. Nevertheless, they cut a dance album, too. The six are Rochelle, Evette, Weng, Izzy, Jopay and Monic."

The name Sexbomb, says Puna, came from the Tom Jones hit with the same title.

A girl who wants to be a Sexbomb dancer must be 17 to 21 years old, a high school graduate, has a pleasing personality, good moral character, and a keen interest in dancing.

"There is no pregnancy clause in their contract and they are not disallowed to have a boyfriend," says Puna. "They just have to make sure the boy is not from another dance group."

Izzy, a standout among the six, says it is hard to keep a boyfriend because the group is always on the road. On their days-off, all they want to do is rest and sleep, she says.

The worst part, the girls say, is the lack of sleep because of their tight schedule. The group is already booked up to the first quarter of 2003. This Christmas, the Sexbomb Girls will perform in Japan, and it will be their first Christmas away from home.

Most of the girls are no longer studying; only two are going to school. The others hope to go back to college once they are no longer part of the group.

Is the Sexbomb breaking through the borders of decency, as some politicians and moral crusaders say?

"I don't think so," says Puna. "May sasagwa pa ba sa tangga na nauso during the '80s? Our girls wear t-shirts and shorts, which are what many girls wear even on the streets."

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TKD Golden kickers reap awards
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Decl.17, 2002
By Perberto Matalong
LKS news Service

After sweeping the Best of the Best Taekwondo Championships, TKD Jins John Paul Lizardo and Gershon Bautista lead the DPS varsity to win the Quezon City Qualifiers, A kick off towards Palarong Pamabansa.

The venue was at The Amoranto Stadium, venue of the SEAG 91' Manila. Every Jin in the team was looking forward to the Big Event. Gershon Bautista won most of his fights w/ K.O's. It was not expected that his division would witness such ferocity. In under 30 seconds his first fight was almost over (awaiting the Jury's decision) after showing off his opponents with the series of Bullet Kicks and Roundhouses. Not expecting Bautista to draw not expecting to draw any kick after faking it twice, took the advantage, unfortunately Bautista still managed to draw a Turning long kick which resulted his challenger a Broken Jaw and a lost opportunity. Lizardo's initial fight took off with a clean slate; His opponent barely scoring a point. To commence a Japoy's simple solid roundhouse straight into the head, resulting him another fight won in a Knock out.

Japoy's sister, Jyra, who is makign a name of her own won another medal for the team. Just after recently winnning the Batang Pinoy Championships at Puerto Princesa City. Blue Belter, Van Arden Mercado won another Gold in this open belt competition. Julius Mahinay, DPS TKD Brown Belt, won another Gold to complete the High school Golden Kickers circle, He is currently the DPS Taekwondo Varsity President.

After a long time, DPS made a heroic finish, Amazingly taking only Golds in there five representations out five expected.

Lizardo and Bautista's Vast international experience once proved to be the winning edge in this competition, most of the Jins won out of willpower and hard training back at DPS gym but we will see some of the Rising stars at DPS after the Black Belt Duo, which manifested in the Grade school events.   

Krismas piiiber ng isang estudyante
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Novl. 20, 2002
By Roy Cimatu
LKS news Service

Bobo! wala akong lagnat. Malamig lang  talaga ang hangin. Pinupuntahan ko ang Room 416 kapag kumakagat na ang dilim, tapos makikita ko ang pinakamagandang tanawin sa buong Avenida; Mga nagkikislapang Christmas lights ng Ever at mala-uuod na ilaw mula sa mabagal na daloy ng trapiko. Natutulala ako at binubulong ko sa sarili "Pasko na nga!". Tulad ng dati at ayon sa kaisipan ng marami, ito ang panahon ng Kris Kringel, ekschange gift, Disney on ice at Winter Wonderland. Nagdaan ang panahon, marami na ang nagsasabi na hindi na nila maramdaman ang diwa ng Pasko. Layunin naming ipakita ang tunay na hanap natin sa Pasko, Pagtiyagaan mo sanang basahin ang mga susunod.

Una, dahil iba-iba ang social status natin, pagiba-ibahin muna ang mga uri ng Pinoy sa abot ng ating alam. Sige eto na. Kung mayron kang simpleng kotse, Marangal at permanenteng trabaho, at miyembro ng pamilya na hindi hihigit sa Anim, kabilang ka sa uring Middle Class. Malalaman mong pasko na dahil nariyan na ang mga Christmas Bazaars at Ang mommy o asawa mo ay maiging nagbabantay dito. Unti-unti namang nilalabas ni kuya ang mga lumang Christmas Tree na yari sa Matibay na plastik at parol. Muli namang bubuhayin ng Mister o tatay mo ang inyong mga lumang Christmas lights. Lagi ka ring makatatanggap ng regalo sa Kris Kringle niyo maliban na lang kung likas na makunat ang mga kaklase mo. Unti-unti mo namang magugunita ang Araw na natuklasan mong hindi totoo si Santa Clause, at ang mga laruang akala mong gawa sa North Pole ay made in China lang pala. Tinatamad ka ring managaroling dahil Alam na Alam mo na kung sino ang barat sa Neighborhood at ayaw mo namang samantalahin ang mga mapagbigay. Kahit December, pinagsasawaan mo ang mga Massacre movies ni erpat. At nasusuya ka na sa Spaghetti, litson, macaroni Salad at Coke, sa dinami ng Krismas party na dinaluhan mo.

Sa mga mayayaman, Alam ng lahat na pupunta kayo sa ibang Bansa, To hell with you, mga Kupal. Wala kaming pakielam kung lalayasan ninyo ang Pilipinas. Eniwey ba't ba ako galit sa mga katulad niyo? Dahil kayo ang mga nangungurakot sa pera ng bayan, Dahil lumalamon kayo habang patuloy na naglalaway sa Coke at Chicken McCrispy ang mga batang kalye. Ayaw ko nang magkunwari, Galit ako dahil mahirap pa rin at kahit kelan hindi ko kayang makipagsabayan sa mga luho niyo. To hell with you all!, Mga kupal

Kung iisahin ko ang pasko ng mga mahihirap, matatagalan tayo, Sa tuwing nakakikita ako ng mga batang namamasko, nakikita ko ang sarili ko sa kanila. Madungis, mabaho at ganid sa salapi. Inaabot pa nga kami ng hatinggabi sa pangangaroling. Bakat pa ang mga peklat  ng pagkakadapa ko, Sa sobrang kulit namin pinahahabol kami sa German shepherd at Doberman ng kapit-bahay. Pagdating ng Noche Buena, kinakatay namin sila (hahahaha!). Nakikinood muna kami ng Popeye sa kapitbahay na balikbayan, marami 'yung tsokolate at balot-na balot sa alahas. Kung nagtatrabaho ka at nagpapalaki ng pera, nagaalaok ka na mag-duty sa holidays, tinitiis mo na lamang ang Pamilya mo. Dahil nga nabuwisit ka sa hindi mo pagkandatuto na laging iniuudlot ang thirteenth-month niyo.

Mag-mimistula namang Afghanistan ang lugar niyo kapag nauso uli ang Watusi, rebentador at Sintoron ni Hudas. 'Yung mga batang loko sisindihan ang Superlolo sa ilalim ng lata, para magkaroon ng konting adbentyur.

Uso na naman ang mga Happenings sa Gabi, repapips. Tulad ng Karoling, Noche Buena at Simbang gabi (na parang panata mo nang inaabangan). Feel mo na laging kang lonely sa kakakita mo ng mga magkasintahang malayang naguulayaw sa Gabi at holdign hands sa Luneta. Magpapakasenti naman yung mga may kasintahan sa abroad sa mga tutuging I'll be home for Christmas", Sabay isip ng mga bagay na sa pelikula lang nangyayari. Inaaliw mo naman ang sarili sa Santa Clause na kayumanggi at ubod ng taba. Lagi namang pinagpapatuloy ng Militar ang operasyon sa mga rebolusyanaryong hukbo pero binabalita pa rin (Mamatay na rin si Ka Roger, inggitin niyo lang sa litson at Chicken Inasal).

Naiisip ko ang lahat ng iyan habang nakaupo sa klasroom. Iniisip ko tatlong araw na lang Bakasyon na. May mga okasyon rin na inaabangan pero wala namang kaugnayan sa Pasko, tulad ng Obaltion run at Metro Manila Film Fest. Kung may balak pa ngang mangaroling ang mga bata, humanda na sila sa tambak ng "Patawad" na matatanggap niyo. OK, lang naman ang mag-party at magpakalunod sa taba ng Baboy

Pero tayong lahat, Aminin man natin o hindi, nawawala na sa Diwa ng Pasko. Alalahanin natin na ito ay isang paalala sa sukdulang habag ng diyos para sa tao. 'Wag kang magmukmok diyan, hindi pansarili ang pasko. At, oo nga pala, bukod sa pagkain bubusugin ka rin ng mga komersyal na may mensaheng taglay ay tulad ng mga nasabi ko. Kapag nakakita ka ng mga drayber na lumalabag sa batas trapiko regaluhan mo na lang ng panyo o face towel. Wag kalilimutang uminom ng Pepsi Blue at gumising ng madaling-araw para tsumitsa sa mga tira-tira ng noche buena.

Pare, Laging tandaan, 'yung gunita sa pagkakabuko mo na hindi totoo si Santa Clause. Maligayang Pasko at Maligo sa Bagong taon.   

Foundation Week, Freedom Week
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Decl.17, 2002
By Francis Tolentino
LKS news Service

Finally! The Foundation Week! At last, we can move out of the campus freely without some buttlicker guard stopping us in our tracks! No longer will we have to sneak past the gate or nag the guards until our balls fall off! Nay! We will save the testicle-dropping for later, as we are free to depart as we please! Look! Our comrades are now leaving upon the mighty jeepneys of independence, embarking on journeys to their respective destinations! Hark! Behold our comrade-in-arms as he reaches for that FHM magazine! He must have something important to do with it! But wait! See our friends prancing around the mall, buying shit that's worth much less if you know where to look! Lo and behold, our people loitering in the fast food chais, eating reconstituted human meat and picking each other's noses! Oh, look at those two lovebirds swallowing each other's spit. How long before some guy with constipation, one nostril, and a hat with the initials G.C. shoots them down for a really retarded reason? Oh, lookie here! Some kid just asked about the site, and even took a picture of us. We must be getting popular or pretty damn close to getting into jail here! Of course, sometimes those boogerflickers they have for guards won't let us out. Thats when the problems start. Now, chances are those guards are all keyed up, and if you so much a fart within a one-kilometer radius of them, they'll pop up right beside you and arrest you for air and noise pollution. So, the only thing you can do is loiter in the campus. Now, this F-week isn't like the previous ones. Before, you had wall-to-wall booths, and an assload of things to do. Now all you can do is wander around aimlessly and stare at things until your brain decides it's had enough and leaves you. Fortunately, the library and clinic are open during the F-Week, so you can sleep there until 5:00, at which time you can haull ass out of there. Just watch out for people with twitchy hands and eyes that dart around a lot. Chances are the bastard's a kleptomaniac. So play it safe, trust in God, and keep a hidden pistol in your jacket

Why I love you
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Decl.17, 2002
By Siguro ako?
LKS Literary Service

Maybe it is one of the most widely-asked questions among those beings who have "unexplainably" fallen in love with someone else. And just like those fellows, I, too have been looking and searching for answers to this question. Eversince I felt this "strange" feeling, I have simply been trying to figure out what could have possibly caused me to have this feeling for you. However, up to this moment, I am still yet to know the answers. All that I have are all my "maybes" and "perhaps" with me. Maybe, sooner or later, I will have my predicament resolved and perhaps by that time I will finally have the perfect reasons why I love you. 

I love you maybe because I found my future in you. Maybe because you have inspired and helped me build my dreams, I learned to realize that you're all that I ever need to live and continue my destiny. 
It is true that you have helped me realize my dreams. When my eyes got their first look at you, I realized I just simply couldn't help myself but to dream about you in the most special way that I can. I dream you would be the one I would be sharing my dreams and future with. I dream you would become my wife and that special fellow whom I would be loving even to the last of my breath. I dream you would be the mother of my children and together we would share our ups and downs, triumphs and defeats. I dream that with your help, we would be able to raise our children and we would be able to see them grow by time until the moment they too have realized their dreams have come true. 

I dream that when we are together, we would be those if not perfect, but responsible parents our children would ever dream of. I would be that father who would be the provider of our family's needs, the pillar of our home, while you would be that mother who would nurture me and our children and who would be that wife who would always back me up. I dream about those mornings in which we are altogether - I am driving the car, you're beside me, and at the back sited our cuddly children childishly taunting at each other while we are all heading up to their school. And after we've gone there, we would then be heading to our workplace. And before we part, we would give each other a kiss. 

I dream about those Sundays. We would go to church and after that we would go to some places elsewhere our children would wish to go to. And there we would all enjoy the company of each other. 

I dream about those nights in which before we put ourselves to sleep, we would first have short conversations. We would be talking about our plans for our children and how could we further show them how much we love them. We would also reminisce about our past. We would be promising and swearing each other that we would only love one another. And while we exchange promises, we are holding each other, kissing each other, and making love with each other until we have fallen asleep. 

Yes, these dreams, whether they would all come true or not, have come to me because you simply inspire me. Definitely, you are my inspiration - in everything that I do and will be doing still, there will only be one person behind all those, and that is only you. 

I love you perhaps because you simply own that sweeping aura that literally always sweep me away. I have really never found someone that could send insurmountable shock in me except you. Everytime you are around, I am simply not in myself. You definitely are not as pretty and gorgeous as Jennifer Lopez or Natalie Portman or other too-many to mention girls, who I have great crushes and obsession, but I know for sure, you are more sweeping than those ladies! You're simple yet hidden behind that simplicity is the great amount of beauty. 

Honestly, I have countless dislikes on you. I don't like the way you move. Yes, there's finesse, however, you sometimes possess qualities which could simply and easily make guys turn of with you. There's sexiness in your laughers, however, most of the times they break down barriers - sometimes they become excessive, really excessive. 

I don't like your attitude - you easily laugh upon someone's imperfection. You always notice the bad side of one's personality. You always like to talk about personal life of others with our friends. You seem to know alot about entertainment and celebrities. I don't like how you idolize some showbiz personalities that sometimes you even wish you were his wife. Well, maybe I am just jealous about it, but really I hate that. 

I don't like when you seem to take for granted others' feelings. Sometimes you didn't notice you were hurting someone else's feeling already. Of course, you did that alot of times to me. 

I really hate it when you open up conversations with our friends about your new crushes right in front of me. I really hate the feeling of seemingly melting like a candle because of your continuing insult of my heart. I hate to hear from you how you were wishing you were his girlfriend, it simply breaks my heart into pieces, it shatters my dreams into minute particles. I really hate it when you ignore my feelings for you. I have told you I love you and yet I could see no reaction from you. I hate it when there are time I realize you simply cannot fall in love with me; not a girl like you could fall in love with a very typical guy like me. 

I really hate how you easily make me cry, just as how you weirdly easily make me happy. I hate the fact that one smile from you simply makes my day, simply satisfies my burning need to be noticed by you. 

To tell you, I have sobbed the countless teardrops because of you. There were even times I even wanted to end it all up FOR GOOD simply because I couldn't bear that eerie thought of you ending up with another guy. I really hate the thoughts of you slapping my dreams with your ignorance of my love. I really hate that scary notion that I will never be able to live my future right if you would be not by my side. You know, I really hate how you are putting through me all these crazy and paralyzing things, and that while I am experiencing the agony, there you are unconsciously continuing to pile up my burden. 

Unexplainably, despite all these killing things you have put me through, still you are the one I really love! I couldn't deny the fact that your love simply has the complete package - with it and if it would be mine, I could never wish anything else anymore. My everything is simply your love! 

becoming damn feeling, the quest for your love has simply made me realize who I really am and what I really want my life to be. Yes, you bring out in me the true meaning of life - no matter how cruel things could be, when you experience the beauty of love, everything can still be beautiful. You simply taught me one important reality - even in the realm of damnation and hellish world, happiness could still reign! 

The fact that I can still feel love in spite all the cruelties of life, is maybe reason enough for me to give you all my thanks for letting me love you eventhough my dreams seem to have very little room in reality. I am really grateful to have you as my loved one! 

I love you perhaps because simply I love you. Perhaps because it is with you that heart beats. I love you maybe because my heart tells me that you should really be the one I should love. Or maybe I love you because that is what is written in the book of my fate. I love you maybe because God wants me to love you and that He chose you above the rest. 

Yes, maybe it is my destiny - I am destined to love you and that you are destined to be loved by me! But whatever the exact reasons maybe, again it is only my fate that holds the answers. But as for now while I continue to ask the question "Why I love you?" I would just continue loving you with all my hopes still with me. Hopefully, I could not just find the answers to the question "Why I love you?" but more greatly to my ever most-wishful gift - your love. Hopefully, hopefully... 

Foundation Week Blues
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Decl.17, 2002
By Francis Tolentino
LKS news Service

I miss the old days. Granted, I've only been here since fifth grade, and most people have studied here longer than I have, but I can still remember the Foundation Weeks I went through all this time.  I guess fifth grade was the time the Foundation Week was at its peak. Well, from my perspective, anyway. I remember the times we spent running around throwing water balloons at each other. Ah, those were the good old days. I threw a water balloon at my classmate and he retaliated with an egg he got from the revenge booth. Yeah, he was laughing real hard until I shoved a mop in his gut. Sixth grade wasn't too bad. Despite the dwindling number of booths and the banning of any sort of water warfare, the week still went pretty good. Had to hide in different places because someone got the bright idea of signing me up for both the blind date and jail booths. Still have to find out who that jerk was. First year high was the point everything really started going downhill. There wasn't much "oomph" to the celebration anymore. All I can remember is a pair of water balloons flying into and consequently exploding in our classroom, and the time we got so bored that we filled a plastic softdrink bag with water and dropped it on some primary level kid's head. He was asking for it! I mean, who can resist the urge to drop a water balloon on a kid who's dancing around the quadrangle like an epileptic constipated monkey?! We had to bolt like burning jackrabbits after that, but hey, it was fun. Second year high. I can't remember much other than the fact that I brought my PSX to use in our class booth. Wait, was it a PSX, a dance pad or a bunch of CDs...? I don't know. I do remember hitting someone when I tossed an empty softdrink can into the quadrangle from the fourth floor. Oops. Third year high. Other than bumming around and staring the half-empty quad, nothing significant. Well, I did fall asleep in the classroom, only to wake up with my legs tied to the chair, but that doesn't count. Now we get to fourth year high, my final year here. What a sendoff. Scarcely a booth in place, civilian clothing not allowed, leaving the school campus is no-no... This is just like a normal schoolday, only without the lectures.

Seniors Cheering Champs of 2002
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Novl. 20, 2002
By Rigoberto
LKS news Service

The senior dynamites bagged both second prizes in this year's Intramural competition for the cheer dance. In the spirit of Diliman Prep's foundation week, The Intramural competition was kicked off yesterday, Tuesday morning. First to perform were the Seniors "SRS" Cheering Squad. The set began with a series of whirls and twirls with accompaniment of electric guitars ang drum beats,and after modified pop songs were simultaneously sung. And then when everybody was sweaty enough, and all of them were too lazy to shout, Blue Flags with "S's" on them were waved. After the transition some LKS studs managed to take pictures of themselves jumping and headbanging. "nagmumura na nga 'yung iba eh, (nag)take advantage sila kasi 'di naman talaga kami magkarinigan" said one LKS student. LKS studs  seemed too excited that they graced the occasion with splits and capoeira style kicks with John Paul Lizardo sealing it with a series of back flips and cartwheels. Next-in-line, sophomores, everyone was tired."Nakahiga na kami, wala na lang kaming pakielam kung anong sabihin nila!". Some they have gone to the Canteen to eat but others they had there own little adventure. Cheer leaders waited for the result. And some didn't know if it came quick or plain blured. "Nagtanong pa nga 'yung iba kung pinaglalaruan lang 'yung microphone eh."said my photographer. Finally it was anounced and for the sake of those who were e-mailing us.PEP SQUAD(boosters) [1st:Juniors 2nd:Seniors 3rd:Sophies] CHEER DANCE [1st:Sophies 2nd:Seniors 3rd:Juniors] COSTUME [1st:Sophies]

The colors designated, when looked far enoughed seemed like an ocean of moving heads. Like the Juniors from the Senior's seat was "like a house tearing apart". Teachers also facilitated the event, but it was the P.E. Department that hosted the event. Classes were cancelled(as they always did.) It took a week from the last semester and very well into the month of November to practice the stunts and choreography.

Blue View on Its 1st issue
Posted: 11:21 PM (Manila Time) | Dec. 4, 2002
By Robert Noriega
LKS news Service

Blue View-The official news publication of Diliman Preparatory School Since 1997 released its 2002 first Semester issue. Featuring The winning LKS team as the Headline. The current Editor in Chief is Ms. Katrina Pascual (we don't care...proceed) and proudly Francis Tolentino qualified as one of the BV staffers. It also features recent developments, like the construction of DPS new high school building. Also includes Literary Features and Editorials by high school staffers. Sadly some articles were rejected by the Administration for being "too inciting" and degrading of its Highly remarkable name. "Blue View Stands for the Voice of the Students in Diliman"-Quoted the Staffers in this issue, but it faces the threat of low budget and unpopularity. According to the Latest survey conducted by the LKS news Service two out of ten students don't even bother getting an issue of the School publication. Is it still worth the money? We have a school that has a semestral newspaper that doesn't have an impact. It's a stur-studded organization, but has no shine in it. Carefully observing, one can sense that: All the Editorials  were written by People (or animals) from the star section; All the juicy news were given to them; Bad Proof reading; Arrogant Editor-in-chief (sue me if you can Bitch!); Too many unrelated news and Feature Article; Does not bring of induce a consciousness that can be of help to the DPS students and affiliates; The name, Blue View, is shallow in its sense (We should stop reading the school paper,  it makes our dumb minds dumber); Bad Editors and Editorials; A cartoonist obsess with Anime; a Filipino writer writing an English news feature (that's me) is a no, no... I mean nobody can understand his style. Too many articles labeled as "wedontcareunrelevantimaterialfiller" features. That's enough to ruin the paper. But dont get us wrong here, we still love that paper, and care for it, but it has long been with the hands of the shitty people. In the next issue we assure a better one. We promise that you won't  pity it anymore, You would no longer use it in the toilet, and you won't here from us again talking about how the star-section made shit out of the Strongest weapon we have. Free speech forever to!