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A De La Salle University (DLSU) professor is now behind bars for allegedly sexually molesting three teenage girls during several photo shoots in Quezon City.

Yesterday nabbed was Jose Sehiyo, 46, of Bgy. Rozas District, Quezon City.

The alleged victims, which shall remain unidentified, are all students of the Masambong High School in Quezon City.

Reportedly, a certain Tan lured the victims into participating in a photo shoot which paid P180 each.

The victims were taken to the suspect’s residence where he reportedly forced them to pose nude and took photos.

“Walang nagawa yung mga bata nang magsimula na yung suspek na halayin sila. Pagkatapos pa silang pagpiyestahan, tig-P150 lang ang ibinayad sa kanila,” said a witness.

The victims said the crime was repeated numerous times, until they asked for their parents’ assistance the other night.

The suspect was cornered by a group of barangay tanod and was turned over to the Central Police District Office Station 10.

Sehiyo repeatedly denied the charges against him.

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I got a grade of 2.75 for this Journalism 101 police report. And I'm more than happy about it. I'm currently revising it for an even better grade. Perhaps, I'd be overwhelmed if I'd get a 2.5 for it.

Thanks: Redux

Thank god.

Thank my communication theory class.

Thank my friend singer, Abby.

Thank Annelle.

God created me to have a voice. A performance-worthy voice. I actually like the thought of singing acoustic in front of a crowd. Acoustic music is soothing. So is my voice, I think. My dream setup is like this: I would have a pianist and a guitarist to play for me, then I would sing in a bar. After the performance, the crowd would applaud me for giving them ultra cool, unwinding music on a Friday night. It would be exactly what they wanted, going to a club and trying to relieve the week-long stress from either school or work. And it would give me this really happy feeling of self-accomplishment. Ah, this is just so cool. I guess I’m getting dreamy now. Thank god for the gift of voice.

My communication theory class is the reason I met Abby and Annelle. Abby is a church singer and Annelle is a conya hip-hop/R&B lover. From the first class onwards, we became close friends. One time, during the cigarette break of the class, we were together and I asked Abby if she ever wanted to be a performer say, at a club. She said yes, and thought it would be really cool to be doing that. And then Annelle butted in and told us that she knows just the person whom we could talk to about the matter. Annelle’s got a friend who happens to own a bar. She said she’ll hook us up next week so we could discuss Bar Performance 101. Thank my communication theory class, my friend singer, Abby, and Annelle for good things that happened, are happening, and will sure happen in my life.

It’s a real biggie for me. So I kept asking Annelle questions about this new racket. I asked her what kind of music is played at the place, what type of crowd usually goes there, and more questions that made me look really excited about it. A more useful answer I got from her was that they played more alternative music than anything else there. Okay, so I have to switch genres now. From pop to alternative. I guess I’m gonna need Oasis’s and Duncan Sheik’s help. Thank Kazaa I can download their songs at ease.

I’m so excited, but I’ve got to keep my cool.

Embalming – Beauty At Its Best

Do you want to always look beautiful to just about anyone you meet, day after day? Do you always check your face in the mirror for dirt or makeup gone askew? Do you always ask your friend if you look attractive enough for your crush to notice you when you pass by his frat’s lounge? You’ve gotta be vain, then. You sure are. And are you so vain that you wouldn’t want to look ugly even at your own funeral? Fear no more, because even though you can’t apply makeup to yourself due to the fact that you’re already dead and can’t move even your pinkie, we’ve got experts to handle the situation. Nope, we’re not talking about the staff of Beverly Hills Beauty Salon. We’re talking about embalmers.

What are embalmers? A kid would say embalmers are people who do the embalming. And what exactly is embalming?

Embalming is the mortuary custom of preserving bodies after death. The process originated in ancient Egypt, where they used herbs, oils, and special body preparations to help preserve the body of their dead. In the modern times, though, the essence of embalming is no longer preservation, but beautification. It’s become their focus now because, perhaps, embalmers know you wouldn’t want to look wasted at your funeral. Come on, it’s your own funeral and it’s the last few days of your body on earth. After a week or less, your loved ones won’t see you anymore, and you’re six feet under. You’d better look good.

So what’s embalming about? Okay, so this is how it works. First, supposing you’re dead, your body is brought by an ambulance to a funeral parlor for a [complete] makeover. Whatever may have caused your death – cardiac arrest, gun shot on any part of the body, getting ran over by a truck – you certainly look better alive, so there has got to be some cosmetic work done. Second, you get to meet your embalmer. Third, your body is carried to his clinic. Fourth, he bathes you. Oh, forget it. He’s not gonna use your favorite moisturizing soap and herbal shampoo. Settle yourself with laundry soap, from head to toe. That’s still better than lying in your coffin covered with blood, right? Fifth, ah, here comes the more morbid part of the process. He’s got this blood-sucking machine and he’s gonna drain your blood. Sixth, he gets a chemical called formalin and injects it into your bloodstream. It’s supposed to slow down the decomposition process and make you look kind of better. And for the final step, he applies makeup to your face. Don’t think of Maybelline or MaxFactor. People in the business use longer lasting products than those.

So basically, that’s it. You can now rest assured that you’re not gonna be left out at your funeral. You’ll always look beautiful. Death can’t part you from your beauty regimen. Embalming is beauty at its best.

Rite of Failing

The class just passed the police report each of us wrote. Working on it was sort of exhausting, actually. We had to go to a police station of our choice, get to know what felony happened just recently, see if it’s even news-worthy, and then do a write-up on it. The process was pretty simple. But getting involved, ugh, forget it. Difficult is an understatement. We had to “connect” to different sorts of people. I mean, I had to. Talking to suspects and victims who look more like they’re suspects is just not very inviting, I think. Okay, it’s done. It’s just no use ranting over it.

So what happened after submitting the report is that Sir Luis returned the midterm blue books. I wasn’t really excited about it. I mean, come on! There’s no way on earth I’d get a perfect score for it. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing during the examinations. Why even bother thinking about my grade? Must be something between 1.0 and 3.0.

Then I got called. I got my blue book. This is it, I thought. I opened it. I got a 5.0. I guessed wrong, then. I never expected I would fail the exam. Well, I mean, not fully. I half-expected this given the fact that I wasn’t even aware of the schedule of the exam. So there was no studying, no cramming, no nothing. I was even lucky to have gone to class that day. So, okay. No biggie. It’s not like it’s my first time to get this kind of stuff, is it? And failing the midterm doesn’t mean failing the course (take 2). The midterm’s only 20% of the final grade. I could get the hell out of the remaining 80%.

I know I will. I’m sure. I can’t afford to lose 3 units now. The overloading I did for this term would just come to waste. Moreover, I’d be more delayed than ever. And I’m certainly not gonna let that happen.

Trust me. I can handle anything.