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Where is the Love?

August 13, 2011

“I’m too blinded to see the love imprinted on me.”

You might think this is just another song from a famous hip hop group, Black Eyed Peas. No it’s not just what you think it is! Really, go ask yourself. Where exactly is love in your life?

But before you answer that, think first: how do you explain love? Have you ever thought of getting to know it before? Do you know of what form it is exactly? If yes, I bet you can tell me directly its real identity. Please, go ahead and tell it to me because I’m having a hard time figuring out what it truly means.

What is love?

I know of it as more of a unique feeling for special people in my life. I also know of it as a sacred thing not meant for any abuse. It is the gift given to us humans by God, who is our Creator, the Divine Providence who claims himself that He is indeed, “love.” These are my beliefs of what love really is, and I tell you, I strongly agree to these definitions for a somehow definite, clear reason.

However, there are also these modern meanings of what love is about that blinds me. They say such thing originates from a night in a hotel, then ends every after sunrise the next day. Many would also say it’s a form of pleasure for the heart: a game where anyone can cheat on.

This is my dilemma. I’m being trapped onto something I’m not supposed to be worrying about. But, right there, a question pops out of nowhere in my head that asks, “Shouldn’t you be really worrying about this?” I ponder every time on that question whenever I feel ignoring the matter. It always gives me stress, and so, somehow I always say, “Why not ask somebody who is experienced?” Whenever this suddenly comes to my mind, I always bump to a follow-up dilemma on how to distinguish people worthy to be partners of discussing the issue. This only makes the problem worse, so I always end up surrendering to settle that maybe, I just need someone to talk this over.

And to that someone concerned, hear is my request for you. I hope you hear me out. Here it goes.

“Oh please help me out, you who aren’t affected by liberalism and modern media influences. You who are worthy enough, I beckon you to speak and introduce once again love in its true context for all human understanding. Renew to me the idea of its significance, so that I may start to “love” again. Thank you. Thank you very much.”

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UP, you’re Extraterrestrial

August 7, 2011

“Oblation, a little help here?”

“UP, you’re from a whole ‘nother world. I feel I’m in a different dimension under your system. You definitely opened my eyes towards something vague. Now, I’m ready to go. Lead me into your light!”

These are words that struck my head upon getting to experience UP’s college life. Coming from a very strict Catholic school, I was indeed new to the kind of “freedom” UP had offered its freshman, batch 2011-2012 students, way back during first day of classes, last 14th of June. The idea caught me unaware that I was already college, and that I was supposed to be living exactly for my own and on my own. I had never thought it would come just like that, and so, I did sorts of adjustments in my daily routines and lifestyle.

Thinking of such cases that it might go beyond a good or bad influence, I settled on a set of “controller plans” for every decision I would plan to choose. These served as bases for my so-called, ideal life for college. Just as it stated the thought of the meaning of ideality, I thought to myself, “What exactly do I mean of living ideally?”

Analyzing the matter that UP is somehow very “extraterrestrial” in culture, I came to a conclusion, that living through it ideally would mean ignorance to distractions, balance of study habits, and choice for simple things. That served to be my battle cry whenever UP would come to tease me to go sideways opposite to my way of treating things ideal. These temptations had looked for me as like antigens in a human body: a foreign material which happens to have “foreign touch” that triggers antibodies to produce and harm the body’s immune system. In short for its context, I treated cases of risky options as stuff that would just harm me from getting to live a life accordingly to what’s considered to be “enough” for a typical human person.  With that, I was able to develop a habit of control between studying and relaxation.

Just like any animal that would adopt from a new kind of environment, I slowly coped and adjusted myself with a weather-like kind of condition I experienced. Yes, it was new, different, and hard at first, but that didn’t stop me from getting my guts strong to face each of every “foreign” challenge it may throw suddenly at me. I always would tell myself, new is always good, and so, I didn’t let UP intimidate me in its kind of liberal culture. From then on, I have been sighing with relief every time I survive from getting tempted of setting aside my priorities.  Sigh, sigh, and sigh: that’s what all I have been doing lately. Thanks to UP, I had experienced something that’s outside from this world.

My UP Battle

July 31, 2011

“Ready your armours, set, fight!”

Many things had happened for the past few weeks. I got confined in an hospital for a lung damage breakdown. I celebrated my seventeenth birthday last July 21. I went to a field trip with fellow geology major students and other science-course-related students. And, I did a lot of catching up in between for stuffs that I missed when I was gone.

It had me gone busy for lots of days and hours attending to my professors to ask for instructions. The thing made me realize how important it was to seek for specific answers to really understand the activities I was bound to do. It also told me that, “Now, you’re on your own.” The mixture of such feelings of fear and cheer went up on my mind as I slowly coped with these matters. Yes, it was hard, and so I planned to stand strong and firm to face many challenges that were about to head my way.

I imagined myself as a knight that was tasked to battle on a war.  On that battlefield, I saw Math, Panitikang Pilipino, English, Geology, and Physics, the warriors of which I was to bind to beat to advance to the next level. I saw myself taking each one down one at a time as I sneaked up and down their castle of doom named, UP. In the end, I realized I won over them, and that, I was to head once more for many other levels to finally claim the throne which was rightfully mine, the throne of which every UP castle warrior aspirants want to have – the throne named, Uno.

The battle continued on as days pass by. Again, many things had happened already,and thus, I gained many experience points that raised my ranking from beginner to a typical virtuoso in the quest offered by the University of the Philippines. I looked around and found out, many of these things were still left to be done. I decided to shout, “Ready your armours, set, fight!” There I was, seeing again myself in battle.

Rizal in a Baro’t Saya?

July 9, 2011

“How can I be wearing a baro’t saya? I should dress properly as the nation’s hero!”

No, it’s not Jose Rizal in a baro’t saya outfit. It is Jose Rizal, and Baro’t Saya’s in an exhibit at Bulwagan ng Dangal, University of the Philippines, Diliman. Don’t be confused with the title, please. It’s just a way to get your attention to what you’re about to see when you visit the said place. 🙂

Inside lies a rainbow of colorful baro’t saya’s in different style and sizes. They are lined in the center of a big air-conditioned  hall with lots of writings printed on each of its walls. These writings are descriptions that talk about the origin of the fashion of baro’t saya, its evolution, and the influence of the Americans to its culture. Not only that, some of the writings there include the relationship of Home Economics in UP to the said culture of designing such mark on Philippine’s rich history of ethnic fashion.

On the other side of the hall is where Rizal’s booth is placed. Just like in the previous hall, it is a continuation of the whole exhibit of the tribute for Rizal’s 150th birth anniversary. Here, Rizal’s history writings are posted on each walls. There are also paintings of him beside each of his descriptions that constitute his greatness as the nation’s national hero. At some point in the center, a Rizal rock sculpture is also presented. Almost everything about Rizal is found there at that very hall after the baro’t saya section.

That is it! That’s the full view of it inside Bulwagan ng Dangal. It’s a cool experience going back to Rizal’s times during the Spanish colony, and the American colony which yielded large influences in the name of modern home economics. Looking at it in a patriotic view, the exhibit really shows a glimpse of just nothing but a rich culture and history Filipinos are encouraged to be proud of. So if you’re a Filipino, not only you’re encourage to be proud of this matter, but also you’re encouraged to view this amazing tribute for Dr. Jose Rizal. Come now, and see for yourself!

Human Time Line

July 3, 2011

“Do I still get to do this after I master tenses?”

What in the world is a human time line? If you ask the world about it, you’ll get no answers, because I bet nobody cares to waste time on getting to research its meaning. If you ask Google, and if you’re that curious, you’ll know its the time line of human evolution. If you ask sir Malacaman, you’ll know what it’s going to look like, taste like, smell like, and so on – on a different sense. Any ideas yet?

Of course it would be like a human, becuase it says there so. Yes, it is just an ordinary human, used as a prop for discussing lesson about tenses. Tenses and time really connect with each other, and so, sir tried to represent time with his students for a better view of how actions work in their variations of form at certain sets of time. Pretty clever, eh?

For me, that style worked really well. It showed a visual look that helped a lot to distinguish when an action starts and stops, and what form it looks like during such durations. The idea was crazy! I’ve never experienced that kind of technique before, and so, back in the classroom, I was very entertained on how he suddenly calls a student, orders him or her to stand in front, and serve as a statue representation of action and time. In addition to these, an assigned student gets also to act to show signs of progression and interruption, a start and a stop, and a finished and unfinished about an action. So if you would imagine how would that look like when you’re there, you would be really amazed on how you will see yourself learning while laughing and having fun.

The first experience of such gimmick on me actually made me love English more. I did appreciate the effort of sir to think of a cool way, us, his students, will “visualize” more the concept of time and tenses. I will surely look forward to more of his wild gimmicks in regards to each of our lessons in English 1 class.

That’s a thumbs up for sir! 🙂 Way the go, sir Jo! 🙂

A Battlefield on my Narrative

July 3, 2011

“I’ll take the easy route. . . not the ‘war’ itself.”

The title says it all. If you’re thinking that it’s about the story of my narrative, then you’re thinking wrong. The issue is pretty much my “battlefield” between reading and not really reading the ever first narrative of my college life, “Agyu.”

The narrative is for my course in Pan Pil 12 or Panitikang Pilipino 12. Yes, we, the students of Mrs. Lucerio, are required to read such long texts like this, and there’s going to be a lot more. If you never heard of the epic before, it’s most probably because you haven’t taken Pan Pil 12 as one of your GE’s. Behold, the amazing composition of the Manobo tribes!

So, here’s how it all went down as I was reading “Agyu.” To be honest, at first, I felt bored as I finished reading the first few parts of the epic. I became confused on lots of many aspects like, the many names of each of the characters, the untranslated words of the terms of the Manobos and their footnotes that tell their deep meanings, and the big setting of the whole story. And so, there’s this idea that came to me telling me I shouldn’t continue any more. But, by my surprise, I actually was able to “fight” back against ignorance. It lead me then to finish reading the very long epic of “Agyu.” I felt delighted by such achievement.

You see, if I may share, I didn’t really finish any narrative my whole life. It’s like my first time to have really accomplished understanding and finishing a text. Back when I was elementary and high school, I settled myself on reading only halfway the stories my teachers ask me to read during that time. I never really liked reading in general, even until now.

Now if you may ask me how I finished “Agyu,” it’s because it is required and that my classmates and I are required to understand each detail of the said epic. But to share, as I was reading the epic almost halfway, I thought to myself something that encouraged me to continue until the end, without thinking or considering the fact that the matter is required. I thought that I’m pretty much a college student now, and I must learn how to appreciate reading. And so, there was I, seeing myself doing something I’ve never done before – to finish a story.

What an award for me that event was! I loved the fact I’ve grown now to appreciate literary texts and readings. With that, I just realized my next assignment, persistency. Hello issue of persistency!

Learning From Inconsistency

June 25, 2011

“Thou Shall not fail ENG 1.”

It wasn’t about that I got low grades in English in high school that I got a poor score for my first ever diagnostic test in my subject of English 1 in college last June 22nd. Yes, I was disapointed of myself during that time having only like six to seven correct answers out of fifteen items in the first part which is about subject-verb agreement. At that point, I began to doubt my S-V-A skills which are actually, in general, are the most basic concepts being taught to a student for like from the beginning of elementary. The experience opened me to once again review all the things about the topic. And it made me be inspired again to grasp the small things my English elementary and high school teachers have taught me back during the days.

My math teacher in high school once said, if you like to master math, you need to continue practicing and practicing until you’re used on solving number-related problems. This really connected my experience during the said diagnostic test “failure”. I realized I missed the point of getting to practice my expertise in English writing and grammar, and so I got to face this consequence. The feeling was, of course, sad. But after a few minutes, something came to my mind that I should not be discouraged. Come to think of it, it was just a diagnostic test. It was to test and remind me to “start mastering again the basic English concepts.” After that, I told myself, I should start as early as after the class that very day. Back at the dorm, I started browsing through my new reference for English grammar and writing.

There, I found myself again reading and reviewing. I found my supposed-to-be type of person I was expecting myself to be during the first day I entered the ever-famous university for excellence in the land – UP. The event of the diagnostic test somehow spoke to me by whisper, “hey, wake up.” I was already in my second week of stay in UP, and yet I noticed I really wasn’t focusing on my promise of devoting myself to “studies first.” With that, I learned. And with that, I started again a new chapter for my next weeks and months and years for my new life – college.