Nickname: Rey
Address: Block 5-Lot 8, Rosalina 3
Village, Iwha, Davao City
Contact No.: +63-22-233-7020
Email Address: yo_rey_xd@yahoo.com/yo.rey.xd@gmail.com
Objectives
Safety-conscious HVAC and
Refrigeration Technician who effectively manages a large volume of work orders
for both commercial and residential properties. Focused on delivering qualify
work and exceptional customer service. Strong work ethic and flexible schedule.
Personal
Information
Age :
18 years old
Sex :
Male
Birthdate : 18th of August 1998
Birthplace : Davao City
Height : 5’5
Weight : 47 kilograms
Civil Status : Single
Language/Dialect : Filipino/Bisaya/English
Religion : Roman Catholic
Educational
Background
Elementary : Buhisan
Elementary School 2010-2011
Secondary : F. Bustamante
National High School 2014-2015
Vocational :
Ansuico Foundation Technical School
6 months
College : University
of Mindanao currently studying
Course :
BSED – Mathematics 2nd Year
Skills
Computer
Literature Guitarist
Communication
Skills
Character
References
PCI Candido O. Suralta Jr. (Ret) RCr.
CSP
Chief Director, Security and Safety
Office
University of Mindanao, Matina Davao
City
09496450213
Lounelli S. Quibod
Restaruant Manager, Jollibee G-Mall
Bajada St., Davao City
09438712456
FOR : All Mathematics Professor
FROM : Cary
P. Cajes
Chief
Operating Office/QMR
University
of Holy Cross Davao
SUBJECT : As
Stated
DATE : January
12, 2017
It has
been observed that during the math subje
ct, students are not interested to listen
because they are not motivated. Others are cutting classes. Although some are
interested because math is their favorite subject but almost are not
Please
be advised that lesson plan that will going to write is “4A’s” lesson plan
instead of traditional lesson plan. It is because 4A’s lesson plan is a student
centered unlike in traditional lesson plan; it is more on teacher centered. It
might be effective on January 16, 201.
Please
be guided accordingly.
Cary P.
Cajes
COO/QMR
January 24,
2017
Emily
Reyes
OIC,
Purchasing Department
Holy
Cross of Davao University
Sta.
Ana St., Davao City
Dear
Madam:
The
undersigned would like to request to your good office to purchase the following
office supply that needed in our office:
·
2
reams A4 Bond Paper;
·
4
reams A4 Newsprint;
·
4
pcs. Record Logbook (120 pages);
·
12
pcs. Maroon Folders;
·
1
box Fastener;
·
2
boxes Stapler.
Please
see attached Monthly Inventory Supplies for verification.
Sincerely,
Roland
Rey Albiso
AA,
SSO
Dream
Sitting
on the windowsill of my small and dusty four-wall studio apartment, I get a
clear view of the sky. Also, a clear view of the treetops, the park in the
north side, and the street lights that accompany the long line of the narrow
road leading up to this apartment building. Yet I only have the faintest
recollection of memories of them. These past years have been like a long,
tiring dream that I have yet to wake up from.
It wasn’t always like this. I remember
the time when everything was vivid, every smile, every word spoken, every
sunset, and every sound.
The world has
gotten unbelievably quiet these past years. I wonder if she was really the only one who left. Or
has the rest of the human race too disappeared, leaving me with no one to talk
to? This question, is followed by the pale sound of fireworks bursting in the
sky faraway in the north west, where the center of the city is, informing me
that another year is gone, another starts. Yet another burst of fireworks
filling up the sky faraway. Four years ago, at this moment, my phone rang.
“Is this Rey?”.
The voice, even before she told me, I knew.
“So you’re
still using this number,” she said when I answered her. She gave a chuckle, the
one that had a sign of relief in it. I thought the sound that she made when she
chuckled sounded like someone who had just cried. It was two years since I last
talked to her. She left the town after she graduated. I graduated only a year
after. I didn’t hear anything from her after that, only which she moved to the
Northbound with Gil, her boyfriend.
“I’m in the
city right now, visiting a friend. I knew you worked here so I thought I’d try
my luck and give you a call,” she said, almost cheerfully to me, it came off as
suppressed and forceful.
“Have you been
okay?” I asked doubtfully. She dropped to silence when I asked her this.
“Come to Mall,
Rey, do you know where that is?” she said suddenly. It was now her real voice;
the one that concealed nothing. It was calm and hopeful. I said I do.
“In the
rooftop, I’ll wait for you there,” she added.
It took me
forty five minutes to reach the Mall. The road was still busy, people
everywhere. There were a few young couples that I’ve seen in the rooftop, lost
in their own world. I tried to look for her.
“Rey!” I
heard. I looked around and she was waving at me.
“Happy new
year,” she said when I was standing in front of her. Her hair was much longer
than I had remembered it. She used to wear it short. She had it down to her
shoulders now, it was pulled back behind her ears. A few stubborn ones put a
mere curtain on her forehead. She had colored it blonde, and because of that
she looked different than how I had always remembered her.
“It’s been a
long time, isn’t it?” she said. I moved to her side, and by being very close at
her side, her dimple became clearly visible on her cheek when she occasionally
moved her lips. On her earlobe an earring with the shape of a heart glistened
when the lights were reflected on it. There was a familiar feeling when I saw
all this.
“You came here
alone?” I asked. She nodded. “We broke up not long after we moved to the Northbound,”
she said when I asked her about Gil. I thought about it for a moment and
remembered something.
“You said
you’re visiting a friend in the city?” I asked.
“I live here,”
she said, and added, “With someone”. A man, I thought. She was in a new
relationship. Suddenly I remembered the sound she made when she called on my
phone earlier. She didn’t have it now. We dropped to silence, and in the
silence I began to analyze her again. Her face was oblong shaped. Her looks was
probably average, but the way she wore her hair made her look attractive. Some
people might even pass her off as pretty.
“I didn’t miss
this city when I wasn’t here,” she said, slow, almost regretfully.
“Do you miss
being in the North?” I asked. She shake her head.
“I miss the
old days,” she said.
We sat quietly
on the rooftop, in the night of the new year’s eve, looking down to the city
below us. We were used to that. In the quietness I thought of how funny I might
look to her now.
At home,
afterwards, I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time and thought of
what she said before we parted ways.
“I’ll be here,
if you need me,” she said, writing down something on a piece of paper she took
out from her pocket. “Here,” she said, holding that piece of paper and showing
it to me so I could read it. It was an address. “That’s where I work,” she
said, putting the pen she used to write that address back in her pocket. We
were at a taxi stand.
“Why are you all gloomy? Come on, cheer up,”
she said in a cheery tone, patting me on my back. We were standing at the
rooftop of the Mall. This time she had her hair parted to the side and pulled
back into a loose bun. The root was already dark brown again.
“Don’t you
want to say something?” I said quite seriously. This made her silence for a
moment. The silence was followed by a sigh. “I’ve said enough, Rey,” she said.
Now it was her turn to look gloomy. I hated to see her that way.
“You’ll be
fine. We’re always going to be fine,” she said finally. Those are the words
that I would remember forever.
From the
rooftop, we could see a magnificent view of the setting sun. That particular
day, the sun was quick to reach down below the horizon. I wanted to watch it a
little longer. “Come on, Rey,” she said. It was starting to get really dark in
the building, with all electricity out.
I was
hesitant. My feet were heavy. “Emily,” I said, touching her in the arm before
she went any further. She looked quite surprised when she turned to look at me.
I did not often call her by name; especially not like this. There were so many
things I wanted to say to her. I looked at her for a very long time and
realized how lonely my world would be without her again. How quiet, how somber.
I looked at her as I thought of all this. I wanted to pull her very close to
me, to touch her hair and feel her heartbeat on mine. Nothing came out, I
froze. It was always like this.
In a kind of
desperation, I forced myself to say it, “Thank you for…”.
I couldn’t finish it. Her body was
against me. Her face was now on my shoulder. I could smell the floral scent of
her hair strongly now. Slowly I raised my arms and wrapped them around her. I
shut my eyes and in the dark I realized how close she was to me now.
“Thank you for
just being there with me,” she said with her head still on my shoulder. The
words were unclear with her lips on my shirt. But I couldn’t have mistaken
them. I was meant to say the same.
When she let
go of me, she looked calm. “Do you really need to go?” I asked her, to which
she shake her head and replied, “Not anymore.”
“Let’s get out
of this rooftop,” I said. And we took out our flashlights and climbed down the
narrow stairs as the day turned darker outside.
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