Monday, January 28, 2008

moving

Yes. You are right. The title of this post says it all. Within the next few weeks we are moving to our new home - rather, host. :) Thanks to our friend, JM, who willingly endowed us with a portion of his humongous web space.

This isn't only about my plan to move to a new web host. I've been, again, on an unprecedented hiatus. I was appointed head of the Multimedia and Designs Committee of the NÜV (an interschool dance and band competition) - one of the activities for our 45th Foundation Day Celebrations. This was enough to deprive me of my free time that I use for blogging. The whole committee and I were busy with pictorials, VTR's and AVP production (below is the official 30-sec AVP promoting the event). I've been in the move lately - literally. The tasks to fulfill are enough to blow-off one's head. Good thing I'm with a team. This collaboration amazes me.

Application. This idea is the one preoccupying my mind as of the moment. January is a significant event for everyone under the initial formation in our congregation. On the 31st of this month - Feast of our Founder, St. John Bosco - we are to submit the letter which would concretely express how we want to go on with our lives. To apply or not, that is the question.

Movements entail change. In my mind, now, runs,  in rapid succession, a series of images - thumbnails of my experiences twined with nuggets of joy, sorrow, confusion, anxiety - sealed with love, understanding, faith, wisdom, happiness and strength. These images I fondly keep - treasure, and review - dwell on - from time to time to seek consolation, to see my self and be in-tune with my inner me.

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Moving
To move on I must look back.
To look within, I must.
To quell anger's wrath,
To quench my drought...
To set afire love's amber,
To grab a glimpse of Thine Light
Thine Goodness -
Thine Wisdom -
Thine Strength -
Within me.
I must look within. To move on.

 

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Thursday, January 3, 2008

post-New Year, NFF's and Me

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Christmas greetings and new year's well wishes weren't that much compared to what I've received last year. Anyway. A question visited me the night before the bangs and glitz of the year's turn flooded the sky (and so did IM's popped up and crammed my screen :D): "Why are there so many resolutions made at the turn of the year?"

My contention isn't about making resolutions. What I'm trying to question is that, why do a lot of people have to do it every "end" of the year? Why not do it as needed? Or has it just become a fad? Just questions, you might want to answer them... :D

New Found Friends (NFFs)

Kay, Ar, Cee, Em and Dee (not their real names) are my new found friends. They are a group of differently-abled people that I've met yesterday during the post-Christmas and post-New Year Get-together program for the PWDs (Persons With Disabilities Different Abilities - not comfortable with the original word) in our parish. I joined the youth ministry who spearheaded the event. While helping in facilitating the activities, I noticed a group of participants who aren't that participative. I went by and discovered that they are deaf-mutes. There was no one in organizing group who knows sign language. Ergo, they don't understand what's happening around. I only have a bit knowledge of their language. Actually, I only know the alphabets, the clap and my name. Nonetheless, I volunteered to be with the - scribbling the important announcements and other audible things that would matter to them.

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The questions on their faces were eventually transformed into smiles and cheerful admiration and involvement to everything that is happening around them. That painted a smile in my heart.

This encounter has brought up a new challenge for me to take. I thought of learning the sign language. Why? They are young people. The path were I am now is leading me to a life of service to the poor and marginalized youth. I thought that it would be best if I would be able to communicate with them in their own language. This brings me back to my desire of becoming a missionary. A thought rings to my mind, this might be the chorus of every missionary, it sounds something like this - every one is a missionary and every soul is a mission land. Well, this could be my mission.

Me and Gratitude

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Gifts. The Epiphany is near and the thought of telling something about the gifts I received this past holy-days lit-up. I wouldn't want actually to brag about the gifts I've received, rather I would like to thank those who have gone beyond themselves and allotted a space for me in their gift budgets. Among them are my family, Kuya Bong, Ate Fe, my Ate, Ninang Emma (Ninang Eloi you might want to Send Money to the Philippines Online for my aguinaldo, *smiles* just a joke! - I'll email you soon), and Tita Hilda & her hubby Tito John. :D

Um, yes, of course, gratitude is also fitting for everyone who has never grown tired of praying for me. Those people who remembered me during the Christmas novena and also those who have been so generous in giving their time just to pause and intercede for me (no matter what day it may be). I might not know each and everyone of you, nonetheless, be assured that you are remembered in every good deed and prayer that I do.

Also, for all those who have been so patient in reading this blog. Thank you so much, I really appreciate the time you spend in my subtle oasis. I hope you find it as such - an oasis of thought and realizations, that is.

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Monday, December 31, 2007

...taking care

Taking care. Reading through the lists of lauds written during the retreat of my high school class lead me to a gallery of questions - on spotlight was "am I really this good?" And while undergoing this process of solitude, I was struck by a clear fact - none stated my being caring. I have not been so caring. As a son, as a brother, as a friend. Yes, I've done much good, but for whom? For myself! I've not been so caring to the point of thinking less of other people. I've not been so charitable enough -to my ego, yes; to others, never. Thus, little do I care for myself. Ironic but true.

Taking chances. Risks. The world isn't binary nor it is pre-programmed. Breaks like what I'm having now slaps FREEDOM on my face. Actually, it hit me hard. RESPONSIBILITY, FOCUS, COMMITMENT and PRUDENCE - all related to choice. Opportunities abound. I had a host of them for the past year. Some of which I was too  afraid to take. Yet, I dared to take them. Not all were successful but every risk I took made me a better person.

Giving LOVE. Well, the pure essence of Christmas. Love. I've been given a chance to share love to a lot of people - to my family, closest friend most especially to the unloved and less loved. :D

 

Happy Christmas and May Everyone Have a BLESSED NEW YEAR! :D

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post-CHRISTMAS post

Call this spur of the moment - an eventuality I wish not to waste. There's so much I wish to tell. Many things happened for the past days and I have been to a lot of oases - too subtle for others to see, just for me, actually (if you've been following me, by now, I hope, you already know what I mean :D).

Taking time. Taking care. Taking chances. Giving love. This has been the theme of my Christmas. Though not a pre-imposed one, rather these were the things that kept me introspective, before, during and a few days after commemorating Christ's nativity. I had a teary-eyed Christmas.

Taking time. I have a chronic disease related to time. I often waste a lot of time. I'm either idle or too busy working on not so important things. But this is not about me taking much of my time and flushing them down the drain. Not about me wasting time. It's about relationships. Ties. Bonds. Friendship. Family. This past Christmas taught me the value of time in relationships.

I've been forever dreaming of an "almost-perfect" relationship, with my family and friends - less friction, more fun. I just realize that the main culprit for my not so close ties with the people I love is me. I've been so thrifty in investing time with them. Doing the otherwise brought a great change within me.

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

what kept me busy

I have been a bit unplugged lately (except for some Twitter updates via Globe). For the past three days I've been away from Manila. My family and I spent Christmas up north. It's a bit colder there compared to Canlubang. May be due to less pollution and less factories. Anyway, unlike last year, I've not been so active this Christmas.

Okay, you might ask, "what happened last Christmas?", here's a snippet of it: ~

Last 25th December 2006, my family enjoyed a different kind of menu for the traditional Noche Buena feast. Out with spaghetti, fried chicken, sopas, and macaroni salad, I've introduced my favorites. Tuna carbonara, spiced buttered chicken, calamares and ham sandwich filled our dinner table. Yum! I prepared them all... :D But that was last year. ~

Now, what happened last Christmas? After the midnight mass (Misa de Aguinaldo), I immediately went to bed after sending some greetings via SMS. I woke up at around 8am. I and my family visited our relatives. After lunch I dozed off again. An hour after that "nap" I continued on reading Sionil's Ermita. Then, I slept again. Woke up at 4pm, took some merienda, showers then off to my sister's ninang (godmother).

Sleeping, thinking and reading. These three things kept me busy. Sleeping. I've slept much since the day I arrived home from the seminary. :D But tonight, I'll be trimming a bit on that.

Thinking, more of reflecting. I've heard much stories of people around me that made me pause and look within myself. Much of it about structural sin and very related to poverty and the slum culture. The thought of having a job and earning for others dwelled on me. Even thought of availing a resume service. But it didn't lingered much on my consciousness - I was reminded of the CALL.

Reading. I've finished Ermita. Beautiful. Sir Ronan, my first year comm arts teacher, was right afterall - it is a love story. I just hope that Sionil would offer a sequel.

Um, that's all for now. I haven't regained my writing skills. Too much cholesterol I suppose. :) My post-Christmas post (a more introspective post on Christmas) would hopefully be online before midnight.

Happy Christmas, God bless!

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Saturday, November 24, 2007

Superiority of Women
in the Philippine Society

The following article would be long and would sound a bit scholarly. I've written it last semester for one of my literature subjects, that's why. Why this post? I wish to share my renewed vista of the Filipina, fruit of much reading, interview and research - my miniscule contribution to Filipina Writing Project. ~

Would you believe that in the Philippine society today, women dominate men?

Antonio Meloto, the big man (literally) behind the phenomenal Gawad Kalinga, was the culprit behind me tinkering with this idea. I could also attribute to him the inspiration that has propelled me into expounding more and perhaps to prove him right (or otherwise) through this paper.

In my colloquy with him last August he stressed that the Filipinos nowadays are living in what he calls the “slum culture” (Meloto, 2007). He describes that majority of the poor population in Manila alone live in shanties – make-shift houses built mostly from scraps and near-rubbish. Asian Development Bank says that the majority being referred to by Meloto are the 3.4 million Filipinos who find refuge in these slum communities (Comerford, 2005). They are part of the 53% of the population who consider themselves as poor, according to the 2007 Social Weather Stations survey.

These families are living in sheer austerity, living with less than a hundred pesos a day (United Nations Development Programme, 2006). I can imagine the hunger that fills their stomach, the life that they live that is deprived of dignity. Paolo Mangahas, in his article in the Sunday Inquirer Magazine, depicts very well the destitute situation that is cradling a multitude of our brothers and sisters:

“My friend pointed out that she has never seen a beggar in the streets of Kuala Lumpur since she moved here and asked me if it is the same in the Philippines. […] To make things more relevant to her, I started by comparing the Philippines to Malaysia. I told her that blue-collar workers in the Philippines did not have the same opportunities as the ones in Malaysia, who can afford to eat in the same restaurants where executives eat or even shop in stores where their own bosses shop. I told her that unlike the ones I have met in Malaysia, secretaries and administrative clerks in the Philippines will eat in posh restaurants only on very special occasions and can barely afford to travel to other countries.

I then told her about the beggars, young and old, who parade the streets of Manila, the children who knock on car windows selling sampaguita, the mothers who have to forage for food in garbage landfills, and the unemployed fathers who waste their lives on drugs and alcohol. I told her about the shanties that bedeck highways and railroads, the unproductive traffic jams, the garbage-infested streets and sewers, and the regular typhoons that flood the country and exacerbate already poor living conditions.

I told her that poverty in the Philippines unapologetically hits you in the face the very moment you step in” (Between poverty and paradise, 2007).

In this light we see the horror faced by our countrymen. The horror brought about by poverty. We see how dignity and freedom is deprived from them. Meloto has seen the same thing. He said that poverty is a great burden for men. It transforms them into savages. Not only do they transform themselves but also our country. The Philippines, he exclaims, is slowly turning into a vast wasteland. Filipinos are squatters in their own country. He said that having all these at hand we have a dysfunctional society, a society that is wounded, a society dispossessed of dignity: “we have lowered our standards and tolerated poverty and ugliness, compromised our values and simply tolerated corruption.”

In spite of this woundedness, Meloto’s optimistic eye has seen something positive which, I considered as something radical. Mothers, he happily states, in the slum environment has become more productive they are even superior over men. He narrates further that poverty removes power from the fathers. Being landless, lacking in dignity, without security, without aspirations, relatively homeless, these situations bring out the beast in every man. Meloto continues on explaining that in order to survive, men had to rely on his savageness, he hunts, he forages. The latter also expresses his failings in a brute way. No wonder why Tondo was known for gangs and street fights plus other vicious hostilities and crimes.

On one hand, the women are the one who stay at home. Budgeting the nothingness that they have, attending to the needs of their children, listening to the latest gossip, talking with their fellow mothers, watching TV, listening to the radio or reading pocket books, in short, the they are using more their faculty of thinking. Meloto surmises that this renders the women superior than men knowing that the intelligence is a more complex and superior than corporeal strength.

I was kindled when he said his belief that this slum situation has grown into a culture affecting not only those who live in the squatters’ area but the nation as a whole. He recounts statistics and circumstances that are supposed to prove his thesis. One circumstance that he told was regarding the academic standing of all-girls schools versus co-educational and all-boys institutions; and the general performance of women, not only in education but also in other professional fields. Not that I don’t believe Meloto, rather his statements were so compelling that it is worthy to be verified.

While reading literatures for my research proposal, I stumbled upon veracious statistics that can serve support Meloto. The National Statistics Office’s report on Functional Literacy, Education and Mass Media Survey tells us that in 2003 that 94.3% of the Filipina has basic literacy (meaning they are able to read or write in any language or dialect) compared to only 92.6% of the male population. Moreover, of the 86.3% of the Filipinas are functionally literate (they are those who can read, write, compute and comprehend), more than 4% greater than the men. The survey also tells us that of the 28,641,000 female respondents, 42,700 are graduates of high school or higher while there are only 38,400 out of 28,947,000 male respondents that fall under this category.

But these data doesn’t sound convincing enough. And so, I tried to Google about the topic at hand and was amaze by the results. I found an article titled “Women bosses outnumber men in RP workplaces – DoLE” which states that according to the Department of Labor and Employment (DoLE), citing a data from the Bureau of Labor and Employment Statistics, “there were 1.4 million Filipino men holding supervisory and executive positions against 1.86 million women in 2002” (Blogged, 2007). The report went on enumerating the occupations dominated by women:

“In 2006, women also dominated their male counterpart in the following occupations: professionals (7.7 % versus 2.2 %), technicians and associate professional (3.6 % versus 2.2 %), clerks (7.7 % versus 2.7 %), service workers and shop and markets sales workers (12.5 % versus 7.6 %), and laborers and unskilled workers (36.1 % versus 28.8 %). […] An international survey that showed 97 percent of businesses in the Philippines have women in senior management positions, the highest among 32 countries surveyed”.

I also found an abstract of the study of Marites D. Vitug (Vitug, 2006), “The Philippines: Fighting the Patriarchy in Growing Numbers.” I was struck particularly by a clause on the second paragraph saying that women dominate the membership rolls of the National Research Council of the Philippines in the fields of biology, pharmacy, and chemistry.

This paper, at this point, may sound overly positive on the thesis upheld by Meloto regarding the slum culture and the good effect that it brings to our Filipinas. You are never hindered to think that way but actually what I am trying to drive at is a more objective view of the situation of women in the Philippine society today. I want you to see the other side of the coin – in the midst of our culture, our society where machismo is great (attributing it to the slum culture that is seeping into our society) the women are proving their prowess and skills. Looking at the collage of information above, the women are as if claiming, subtly, their right, the dignity, the freedom that has been equally given to every man. It is only my desire to present the real status of our women today and also to present that despite their status in the society respect hasn’t been perfectly attributed to them (Vitug, 2006). They are still abused; thus, Gabriela members still clamor for rights and rally at Mendiola.

Yes, the women in the Philippine society are superior over men in terms of intellect, of productivity, of skill yet they are still subservient and inferior in the eyes of the society who has believed in and is still upholding the idea of “woman for the home” (Vitug, 2006). But, they are not giving-up.

~ Kudos to Ms. Janette Toral and the Digital Filipino Club members; and their sponsors: Barangay.ph, Kababayan.ph, MyUSMailbox.com, RegaloService.com, Acclaim Butterflies, and Chikka.com; for coming up with this project. Thank you so much, Br. Vince and JM Tuazon for inspiring me to share my piece through reading their posts.

References

Blogged. (2007, August 3). Women bosses outnumber men in RP workplaces - DoLE. Retrieved September 8, 2007, from Blogged!: http://ricojr.wordpress.com/2007/08/03/women-bosses-outnumber-men-in-rp-workplaces-dole/

Comerford, M. (2005, April 15). It breaks your heart. Retrieved September 8, 2007, from Daily Herald: http://www.dailyherald.com/special/philippines/part1.asp

Mangahas, P. P. (2007, February 4). Between poverty and paradise. Retrieved September 2, 2007, from Sunday Inquirer Magazine: http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/sim/sim/view_article.php?article_id=47383

Meloto, A. (2007, July 11). Behind Gawad Kalinga. (A. J. Quinto, Interviewer)

National Statistics Office. (2003). FLEMMS : functional literacy, education and mass media survey : final report. Manila: National Statistics Office.

Social Weather Stations. (2007, March 22). First Quarter 2007 Social Weather Survey. Retrieved August 13, 2007, from Social Weather Stations: http://www.sws.org.ph/pr070322.htm

United Nations Development Programme. (2006). Human development report 2006, Beyond scarcity: Power, poverty and global water crisis. New York: Palgrave Macmillan.

Vitug, M. D. (2006, August 2). Abstract of "The Philippines: Fighting the Patriarchy in Growing Numbers". Retrieved September 8, 2007, from Online Ethics Center: http://www.onlineethics.org/CMS/workplace/workplacediv/abstractsindex/philippines.aspx

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

A Walk to Remember:
The "Million Hectare" Experience

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post... soon.

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

reSEARCHING

Chino, Clemens, Enzo and I (WE) never thought that we would be having one hell heaven of an adventure today.

Everything happened on a THURSDAY.

We left the seminary a few minutes before 8am with cats and dogs raining over our heads. The bus trip from Bus Stop (wow, it rhymes) to Pasay Road was a breeze. The problem came when we were walking towards Don Bosco - Makati. The street was flooded - almost knee high!

Good thing I was with the Makati boys (all of my companions studied and / or lived in Makati). We easily found our way away from the flood (and away from DB Makati). We walked about 2 km to San Ildefonso Parish. Fr. Remo Batti, SDB (the parish priest) shared a few words and a pack of broas (local lady finger pastry) as we wait for Enzo's high school friend (who happen to be a Lasallian) to pick us up and accompany us to the illustrious De La Salle University - Manila.

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South Gate. Chino pushed me to talk to the person on the info desk. Within minutes, our red-visitors'-tag was handed to us (Chino, Clemens and I; Enzo has a different story :D). We went straight to the accounting office and paid our due at the cashier. From there, we were almost clueless where to go next. Good thing Raffy (not sure with the spelling; Enzo's friend that was mentioned earlier) was there to save the day (again). he volunteered to walk with us to the library.

As we cross the lobby with a lot of columns and booths, I stumbled upon one of my closest classmate back in high school - Abe! A few seconds after exchanging our hi's, Ate Pat almost screamed - surprised finding me in her school. Ate has to go somewhere and Abe has something to finish so we continued walking towards our destination. But just before reaching the walkway leading to the library, Dominic saw us and joined up to the library.

We were left on our own inside the library. It was not so big as UST's but it was packed with much resources (at least those which are related to my topic). In an hour I was able to get the journals and books from where I could squeeze snippets of knowledge very relevant to my study. It took another hour for me to finish reading (skimming, actually) through half of the books I got and sorted out that which I won't be needing. I was about to start with the last half when a BIG guy's shadow dimmed my vista (peace! :)). That's HERBERT (HB), what a pleasant surprise! He's been my classmate since second year high school until we graduate. Sure, we had some rough times then but the friendship superceded everything. He was with Lisa, his block mate (?) who is incidentally my schoolmate in elementary. We took lunch together.

HB, Lisa and I

HB and Lisa had to leave me for they will have to attend a lecture of a Nobel prize laureate. And so, I walked my way alone to the library.

When I was walking alone on my way back to the library, I felt a sense of confidence, of familiarity. Maybe because I've been there a few years ago but the feeling was different, as if I'm just in Don Bosco. I felt comfortable, at home. Because my friends are everywhere? I can't explain why, for now, actually.

Anyway, I wrapped-up my work, placing marks on the books I ought to photocopy. Returned the useless books and have the others photocopied. I had time to read the photocopies and highlighted the important parts before Chino and Clemens told me that we have to go.

We dropped-by the McDonalds beside La Salle to meet Enzo. Chino wanted to buy some art materials so they left me alone. Luckily, Abe found me and, as he promised, treated me for a snack. But unfortunately, after Abe has bought the food, Chino and Co. arrived - we have to leave. So, Abe and I didn't have much time to talk (Abe next time, I'll inform you at once so that we will have all the time... :)).

LRT, jeepney and DBTI Makati. At around four, we arrived at Don Bosco Technical Institute, Makati. We were supposed to meet Bro. Melo for some chit chat about our theses (and our seminary life :)). But, when we arrived, he was not yet in the convent (where we were to meet him); thus, we decided to visit the sick Salesians confined in the mini-hospital at the convent: Fr. Miguel, Fr. Dominic, and Fr. Vic.

It was around 5pm when we left DBTI. Wanting to arrive home as immediate as possible, we opted to ride the first bus that we hailed. It was full. SRO. From Makati to Calamba, an hour trip, we never had the chance to sit. So much so that when we had to alight the jeepney that brought us to Canlubang from Calamba, my bottom felt much comfort that it wouldn't want to let go of the seat (:D).

There were a lot of things that happened unexpectedly. As they were unfolding upon our bare eyes, we thought that going-out that day was a bad idea. But in the final analysis, while we were in a way evaluating our day at supper table, we realized that the unfortunate events we experienced led to more gracious opportunities (on top of our list of good-things-that-happened-this-day was our successful research and the bonding that we had).

This reminds me of Fr. Dante's favorite verse that comes from Paul's letter to the Romans (I forgot the exact chapter and verse):

Gratia Omnia! ... Everything is Grace!

Indeed everything was grace.

 

(other pictures to follow... :D PS all religious whose names appeared here are all Salesians of Don Bosco...)

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

teacher's life and checking PAPERS

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For the past week I've been busy, not with matters of a seminarian nor of a college student, but of a teacher. Being a teacher was never in my who-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up list. In my childish mind back (in my elementary years), I never imagined myself standing in front of the classroom, pouring-out all that I have to draw-out snippets, rather, golden nuggets of knowledge from young minds.

The unimagined came to full life.

Teaching is one craft I've learned to love. Taking-up Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education in college is one of the best choices I've taken in my life (besides entering the seminary). This year, aside from being students, we (I and my classmates) were tasked to teach Christian Living Education in the TVET Department of our school.

Honestly, the thought of teaching students with the same age as I am, gave me chills. I felt a little hesitant. I was afraid that they won't respect me. With this fear spurring out of my heart, I just clasp my little crucifix (as I always do, whenever I am getting anxious) and relief and consolation soaked the uncertainty within me. The rest is history.

I enjoyed being in the classroom filled with about 40 students, intently listening to every word you say, every gesture you make. I love the experience of giving (almost [I'll tell you why soon]) all the stuff (tangible and not) within me to squeeze the juice out of your students. After that strenuous feat I ended-up learning more from them.

But the life of a teacher doesn't end there. It is not solely about class discussions and lectures. Aside from facilitating learning, teachers must also evaluate and measure the learner's growth in knowledge (and wisdom and values - since CLE is the subject). And so, I gave them an essay-type exam and three reflection papers.

Their FINALS ended last week and this week is their clearance week. But their grades aren't finish yet. Why? It was only last week that I reality spanked me telling me that I am not done checking their papers. All the while I thought that checking them is easy. Yes, it's easy if I will just rate their paper by the length of their essay and the neatness of their work. I was tempted to do so, realizing that 15 papers takes two hours to finish - reading them one by one, decoding alien penmanship (I pity my teachers now... my penmanship falls under this category), correcting misspelled words, grammatical errors and incomplete clauses, and understanding thoughts riding on a roller coaster. But I realized that doing so would constitute grave injustice. They took time and effort in mustering every single word in each sentence. And no matter how nondescript looking their paper may be, a part of their dignity is their - their beliefs, their thoughts, their faith, their SELF is there! It's but proper for me to respect and give importance to their work congruent to rating each paper well which is only possible if I would give time reading and understanding them. That I did.

Up to now I still have some papers to check. But I never regretted my choice of giving much of my time in reading them. Because now, I understand them better, I know my students better, their struggles and difficulties, hopes and dreams are not anymore foreign to me. With them I'm more in-love with teaching, they are making me look forward and yearn for our next meeting, next discussion, and next reflection paper to check.

Indeed, the teacher, still, learns from his students.

 

(TVET - Technical Vocational Education and Training)

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

with f. sionil josé

f.sionil jose and me

What could be so special about weekends - about Saturdays at that. Well, in the seminary, the VTR (seminary jargon for home video / DVD watching) every after supper makes Saturdays special. That didn't mattered yesterday. Yesterday is something worth not missing, something to be recollected, something fit to linger upon my consciousness (and unconsciousness perhaps) and to be kept in the box of my fondest memories. I (and my creative writing classmates) met F. Sionil José.

F. Sionil's Po-on (of the Rosales Saga) was the first ever novel that I read for leisure - and I really enjoyed it. Po-on change my paradigm on books - in a wider sense, literature. I never thought that books could be so rich in imagery as if I'm watching the scenes in my mind. Crisp and vivid images that allowed me to see, hear, feel, touch and even taste every aspect of the story is that which I like most about the works of Sionil (the Rosales Saga, particularly).

I felt blessed being with the master behind the words that has zapped me from my mundane world. I have been enchanted and courted by his scenes, by his narrative to gain taste for that which has been made up. Fiction entered my life. It allowed me to look at the world in a wider sense through the creative and the ever observant eyes of Sionil.

I wish could muster more words to express my gratitude for yesterday's experience but I am but limited - by time, for this case. So let these images speak. Or allow me to let you be inspired by F. Sionil José, himself.


f. sionil jose - to the aspiring writers - part 1 of 3

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

seizing every moment of life.

I am a procrastinator. I like doing things later, which end-up not being done at all. I consider this as one of the worst sickness that has been controlling me for so long. I am a slave of myself. I am chained to regret. I am prisoner held within the dark and suffocating cell of procrastination. I want to be free.

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Carpe diem set me free - it opened my eyes to new horizons and it challenged me for real. I've been dreaming about heights, about places to go, about achievements about things that soon I could reach. Then carpe diem came by and told me that what's important is the now, the present. How I use this wonderful present matter so much that tomorrow may not be as important as what I have now. So far I may not be talking with much sense, let me be more personal.

I fear death but I feel, before, that it is still far and I shouldn't be worrying about it. Not until I saw this flower on the ground. Beside it lies the same flower, but without life, without vitality, without the joy that the former brings - it's dead. The same fate is in store for beautiful flower that my lens caught. Perhaps hours after I've released my camera's shutter the vibrant hues that tinted it and its supple and full coat would dry, discolor, die. Its life is bound to be wimpled by the greyness of death.

The same is true for me. The time isn't certain on when my death would be - but what's certain is death. It may come a few hours after typing this piece or before the turn of the century, who knows? There is another thing that I'm sure of, that which I could change, use and build on - the present.

With the certainty of death at hand, carpe diem challenges me: use every moment, suck the marrow out of life, live as if it is your last. All I have is what I have right now. This moment may be my last, this day could spell the consummation of my entire existence. I fear death, but it doesn't scare me to use every ounce of my strength, every air that I breathe to build on the present - to satiate it with love, to labor with the sense of mission.

I still dream, I still aim for greatness but now I work for it minute by minute, hour by hour, day after day - seizing every moment, making it last - not later but now.

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Monday, July 2, 2007

What I Want To Write About... (in prose)

I never have written something like this before. Something quite old and unknown. Something I've never tried doing before - something out of nothing.

As if I have a pen who draws ink from the air. As if I am filling the whole universe with my words - words from a mind that's quite empty. Writing something from nothing an odd idea, it is. Something from nothing, where's all the sense in it?

Yet, I write and draw some ideas from the hollowness of my mind. From nothingness I write everything which I desire. For to draw out something from nothing the whole universe conspires and leads my pen to write. Something out of nothing, that's something I've just done. This is what I want to write about. 

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