Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tunay na Malaya
Ika-12 nanaman ng Hunyo. Araw ng Kalayaan ang bansag dito bilang paggunita sa makasaysayang pagkamit ng Pilipinas ng kanyang pagsasarili.
Problema, malaya nga ba talaga tayong maituturing ngayon?
Sa pagtaas at pagwagayway ng ating bandila, pagkanta ng pambansang awit, at araw-araw na pamumuhay rito sa ating bansa, ano nga ba ang nadarama mo? Wala. Wala lang. Sige, mag-flag raising ceremony lang tayo. Sige, ilalagay ko ang kanang kamay sa dibdib, tatayo ako ng tuwid, at kakanta. Ay, hindi ko nga pala alam ang lyrics. Sige, watermelon-watermelon na lang. Oo nga. Pilipino nga ako. Ang ibig sabihin lang naman, nasama ako sa mga minalas na maipanganak dito sa pabagsak na bansang ito eh. Makapag-abroad na nga.
Katunayan, nagiging Pilipino lang tayo kung nanalo si Manny Pacquiao sa bakbakan, kung kumanta at binigyan ng standing ovation si Charice, kung rumampa sa catwalk si Danica Flores. Sa mga pagkakataong may mga 'kababayan' tayong umaasenso sa ibang bansa, t'saka natin naiisip na ang galing pala ng mga Pinoy, na maipagmamalaki pala ang maging Pinoy.
Ganoon na lamang kasi kalaki ang ating pagtingin sa ibang bansa. Labis tayong nabubulag sa hiwaga ng mga imported. Gawa sa Amerika? Galing sa Europa? OK 'yan! Maganda 'yan! Gawa sa Marikina? Galing sa Visayas? Ay... 'Wag yan. Local lang 'yan.
Oo nga. Nabigyan na nga tayo ng kalayaan at pagsasarili, pero hanggang ngayon tayo mismo ang nagpapaalipin at umaasa sa ibang bansa. Kolonya pa rin tayo sa isang banda. Hindi makagalaw nang hindi tumitingin sa iba. Hindi makapagdesisyon para sa sarili. Kawawang Pilipinas.
Namulat sina Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Emilio Jacinto, at ang iba pang mga taong itinuturing nating ngayon na bayani sa dapat nilang gawin para sa ating bansa. At nang mapagtanto na ang tatahaking landas, agad-agad silang kumilos. Ipagpaliban muna ang pag-iisip para sa sarili. Bayan muna.
Eh, ngayon? Saan na nga ba napunta ang dakilang ginawa ng mga bayani? Heto tayo't naghihirap pa rin! At wala na nga ang mga Kastila, mga Amerikano, at mga Hapon na pilit sumakop sa atin, sunod pa rin tayo sa kanila at nagpapaalipin pa rin!
Nagawa na nilang magsakripisyo para sa kapakanan natin noon. Ang kabayarang maiaalay natin ngayon ay ang gamitin ang kaloob na pagsasarili tungo sa tunay na kalayaan. Tumayo sa sariling mga paa. Huwag umasa sa iba. Mahalin ang iyong bayan.
Hindi ako kailanman mawawalan ng pag-asa sa iyo, Pilipinas. Sa patuloy na pag-ikot ng mundo, alam kong darating din ang araw na makakamtan mong maging tunay na malaya.
Maligayang Araw ng Kalayaan!
Problema, malaya nga ba talaga tayong maituturing ngayon?
Sa pagtaas at pagwagayway ng ating bandila, pagkanta ng pambansang awit, at araw-araw na pamumuhay rito sa ating bansa, ano nga ba ang nadarama mo? Wala. Wala lang. Sige, mag-flag raising ceremony lang tayo. Sige, ilalagay ko ang kanang kamay sa dibdib, tatayo ako ng tuwid, at kakanta. Ay, hindi ko nga pala alam ang lyrics. Sige, watermelon-watermelon na lang. Oo nga. Pilipino nga ako. Ang ibig sabihin lang naman, nasama ako sa mga minalas na maipanganak dito sa pabagsak na bansang ito eh. Makapag-abroad na nga.
Katunayan, nagiging Pilipino lang tayo kung nanalo si Manny Pacquiao sa bakbakan, kung kumanta at binigyan ng standing ovation si Charice, kung rumampa sa catwalk si Danica Flores. Sa mga pagkakataong may mga 'kababayan' tayong umaasenso sa ibang bansa, t'saka natin naiisip na ang galing pala ng mga Pinoy, na maipagmamalaki pala ang maging Pinoy.
Ganoon na lamang kasi kalaki ang ating pagtingin sa ibang bansa. Labis tayong nabubulag sa hiwaga ng mga imported. Gawa sa Amerika? Galing sa Europa? OK 'yan! Maganda 'yan! Gawa sa Marikina? Galing sa Visayas? Ay... 'Wag yan. Local lang 'yan.
Oo nga. Nabigyan na nga tayo ng kalayaan at pagsasarili, pero hanggang ngayon tayo mismo ang nagpapaalipin at umaasa sa ibang bansa. Kolonya pa rin tayo sa isang banda. Hindi makagalaw nang hindi tumitingin sa iba. Hindi makapagdesisyon para sa sarili. Kawawang Pilipinas.
Namulat sina Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Emilio Jacinto, at ang iba pang mga taong itinuturing nating ngayon na bayani sa dapat nilang gawin para sa ating bansa. At nang mapagtanto na ang tatahaking landas, agad-agad silang kumilos. Ipagpaliban muna ang pag-iisip para sa sarili. Bayan muna.
Eh, ngayon? Saan na nga ba napunta ang dakilang ginawa ng mga bayani? Heto tayo't naghihirap pa rin! At wala na nga ang mga Kastila, mga Amerikano, at mga Hapon na pilit sumakop sa atin, sunod pa rin tayo sa kanila at nagpapaalipin pa rin!
Nagawa na nilang magsakripisyo para sa kapakanan natin noon. Ang kabayarang maiaalay natin ngayon ay ang gamitin ang kaloob na pagsasarili tungo sa tunay na kalayaan. Tumayo sa sariling mga paa. Huwag umasa sa iba. Mahalin ang iyong bayan.
Hindi ako kailanman mawawalan ng pag-asa sa iyo, Pilipinas. Sa patuloy na pag-ikot ng mundo, alam kong darating din ang araw na makakamtan mong maging tunay na malaya.
Maligayang Araw ng Kalayaan!
Tunay na Malaya
Ika-12 nanaman ng Hunyo. Araw ng Kalayaan ang bansag dito bilang paggunita sa makasaysayang pagkamit ng Pilipinas ng kanyang pagsasarili.
Problema, malaya nga ba talaga tayong maituturing ngayon?
Sa pagtaas at pagwagayway ng ating bandila, pagkanta ng pambansang awit, at araw-araw na pamumuhay rito sa ating bansa, ano nga ba ang nadarama mo? Wala. Wala lang. Sige, mag-flag raising ceremony lang tayo. Sige, ilalagay ko ang kanang kamay sa dibdib, tatayo ako ng tuwid, at kakanta. Ay, hindi ko nga pala alam ang lyrics. Sige, watermelon-watermelon na lang. Oo nga. Pilipino nga ako. Ang ibig sabihin lang naman, nasama ako sa mga minalas na maipanganak dito sa pabagsak na bansang ito eh. Makapag-abroad na nga.
Katunayan, nagiging Pilipino lang tayo kung nanalo si Manny Pacquiao sa bakbakan, kung kumanta at binigyan ng standing ovation si Charice, kung rumampa sa catwalk si Danica Flores. Sa mga pagkakataong may mga 'kababayan' tayong umaasenso sa ibang bansa, t'saka natin naiisip na ang galing pala ng mga Pinoy, na maipagmamalaki pala ang maging Pinoy.
Ganoon na lamang kasi kalaki ang ating pagtingin sa ibang bansa. Labis tayong nabubulag sa hiwaga ng mga imported. Gawa sa Amerika? Galing sa Europa? OK 'yan! Maganda 'yan! Gawa sa Marikina? Galing sa Visayas? Ay... 'Wag yan. Local lang 'yan.
Oo nga. Nabigyan na nga tayo ng kalayaan at pagsasarili, pero hanggang ngayon tayo mismo ang nagpapaalipin at umaasa sa ibang bansa. Kolonya pa rin tayo sa isang banda. Hindi makagalaw nang hindi tumitingin sa iba. Hindi makapagdesisyon para sa sarili. Kawawang Pilipinas.
Namulat sina Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Emilio Jacinto, at ang iba pang mga taong itinuturing nating ngayon na bayani sa dapat nilang gawin para sa ating bansa. At nang mapagtanto na ang tatahaking landas, agad-agad silang kumilos. Ipagpaliban muna ang pag-iisip para sa sarili. Bayan muna.
Eh, ngayon? Saan na nga ba napunta ang dakilang ginawa ng mga bayani? Heto tayo't naghihirap pa rin! At wala na nga ang mga Kastila, mga Amerikano, at mga Hapon na pilit sumakop sa atin, sunod pa rin tayo sa kanila at nagpapaalipin pa rin!
Nagawa na nilang magsakripisyo para sa kapakanan natin noon. Ang kabayarang maiaalay natin ngayon ay ang gamitin ang kaloob na pagsasarili tungo sa tunay na kalayaan. Tumayo sa sariling mga paa. Huwag umasa sa iba. Mahalin ang iyong bayan.
Hindi ako kailanman mawawalan ng pag-asa sa iyo, Pilipinas. Sa patuloy na pag-ikot ng mundo, alam kong darating din ang araw na makakamtan mong maging tunay na malaya.
Maligayang Araw ng Kalayaan!
Problema, malaya nga ba talaga tayong maituturing ngayon?
Sa pagtaas at pagwagayway ng ating bandila, pagkanta ng pambansang awit, at araw-araw na pamumuhay rito sa ating bansa, ano nga ba ang nadarama mo? Wala. Wala lang. Sige, mag-flag raising ceremony lang tayo. Sige, ilalagay ko ang kanang kamay sa dibdib, tatayo ako ng tuwid, at kakanta. Ay, hindi ko nga pala alam ang lyrics. Sige, watermelon-watermelon na lang. Oo nga. Pilipino nga ako. Ang ibig sabihin lang naman, nasama ako sa mga minalas na maipanganak dito sa pabagsak na bansang ito eh. Makapag-abroad na nga.
Katunayan, nagiging Pilipino lang tayo kung nanalo si Manny Pacquiao sa bakbakan, kung kumanta at binigyan ng standing ovation si Charice, kung rumampa sa catwalk si Danica Flores. Sa mga pagkakataong may mga 'kababayan' tayong umaasenso sa ibang bansa, t'saka natin naiisip na ang galing pala ng mga Pinoy, na maipagmamalaki pala ang maging Pinoy.
Ganoon na lamang kasi kalaki ang ating pagtingin sa ibang bansa. Labis tayong nabubulag sa hiwaga ng mga imported. Gawa sa Amerika? Galing sa Europa? OK 'yan! Maganda 'yan! Gawa sa Marikina? Galing sa Visayas? Ay... 'Wag yan. Local lang 'yan.
Oo nga. Nabigyan na nga tayo ng kalayaan at pagsasarili, pero hanggang ngayon tayo mismo ang nagpapaalipin at umaasa sa ibang bansa. Kolonya pa rin tayo sa isang banda. Hindi makagalaw nang hindi tumitingin sa iba. Hindi makapagdesisyon para sa sarili. Kawawang Pilipinas.
Namulat sina Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Emilio Jacinto, at ang iba pang mga taong itinuturing nating ngayon na bayani sa dapat nilang gawin para sa ating bansa. At nang mapagtanto na ang tatahaking landas, agad-agad silang kumilos. Ipagpaliban muna ang pag-iisip para sa sarili. Bayan muna.
Eh, ngayon? Saan na nga ba napunta ang dakilang ginawa ng mga bayani? Heto tayo't naghihirap pa rin! At wala na nga ang mga Kastila, mga Amerikano, at mga Hapon na pilit sumakop sa atin, sunod pa rin tayo sa kanila at nagpapaalipin pa rin!
Nagawa na nilang magsakripisyo para sa kapakanan natin noon. Ang kabayarang maiaalay natin ngayon ay ang gamitin ang kaloob na pagsasarili tungo sa tunay na kalayaan. Tumayo sa sariling mga paa. Huwag umasa sa iba. Mahalin ang iyong bayan.
Hindi ako kailanman mawawalan ng pag-asa sa iyo, Pilipinas. Sa patuloy na pag-ikot ng mundo, alam kong darating din ang araw na makakamtan mong maging tunay na malaya.
Maligayang Araw ng Kalayaan!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Buhay Estudyante
Mensahe: Ang tula na ito ay naisulat noong Marso 8, 2011 sa isang klase namin sa Soc Sci I (oo, nakakatawang nagawa ko pang maisulat ito habang may klase, samantalang tungkol ito sa...)
Mga mata’y mabigat, ngunit huwag pumikit.
Huwag pansinin ang ulong masakit.
Umupo ng tuwid at tumingin sa harap.
Mamaya, pagkatapos, ka na magpakasarap.
Piliting makinig, piliting makaintindi.
Bagamat malabo ang lahat ng sinasabi.
Kumuha ng kwaderno at subukang magsulat.
O ‘di kaya’y kopyahin na lang ang lahat.
Humanap ng bagay na maaaring gawin
Upang magmukhang-OK sa kanyang paningin.
Kaunting tango, kunwari may naintindihan,
Kunwari pumapasok ang pinakikinggan.
Mahirap tiisin ang tiyan na kumakalam
Gutom ka na nga, wala pang kaalam-alam
Pitaka, tiyan, utak – walang laman,
‘Di na rin alam ang tatahaking daan.
Buhay estudyante, tiisin kahit mahirap talaga,
Dahil sa huli’y makikita kanyang tunay na halaga.
Mabuhay ka, Iskolar. Mabuhay ka.
O s’ya... Dali na’t humarap sa pisara.
Mga mata’y mabigat, ngunit huwag pumikit.
Huwag pansinin ang ulong masakit.
Umupo ng tuwid at tumingin sa harap.
Mamaya, pagkatapos, ka na magpakasarap.
Piliting makinig, piliting makaintindi.
Bagamat malabo ang lahat ng sinasabi.
Kumuha ng kwaderno at subukang magsulat.
O ‘di kaya’y kopyahin na lang ang lahat.
Humanap ng bagay na maaaring gawin
Upang magmukhang-OK sa kanyang paningin.
Kaunting tango, kunwari may naintindihan,
Kunwari pumapasok ang pinakikinggan.
Mahirap tiisin ang tiyan na kumakalam
Gutom ka na nga, wala pang kaalam-alam
Pitaka, tiyan, utak – walang laman,
‘Di na rin alam ang tatahaking daan.
Buhay estudyante, tiisin kahit mahirap talaga,
Dahil sa huli’y makikita kanyang tunay na halaga.
Mabuhay ka, Iskolar. Mabuhay ka.
O s’ya... Dali na’t humarap sa pisara.
Buhay Estudyante
Mensahe: Ang tula na ito ay naisulat noong Marso 8, 2011 sa isang klase namin sa Soc Sci I (oo, nakakatawang nagawa ko pang maisulat ito habang may klase, samantalang tungkol ito sa...)
Mga mata’y mabigat, ngunit huwag pumikit.
Huwag pansinin ang ulong masakit.
Umupo ng tuwid at tumingin sa harap.
Mamaya, pagkatapos, ka na magpakasarap.
Piliting makinig, piliting makaintindi.
Bagamat malabo ang lahat ng sinasabi.
Kumuha ng kwaderno at subukang magsulat.
O ‘di kaya’y kopyahin na lang ang lahat.
Humanap ng bagay na maaaring gawin
Upang magmukhang-OK sa kanyang paningin.
Kaunting tango, kunwari may naintindihan,
Kunwari pumapasok ang pinakikinggan.
Mahirap tiisin ang tiyan na kumakalam
Gutom ka na nga, wala pang kaalam-alam
Pitaka, tiyan, utak – walang laman,
‘Di na rin alam ang tatahaking daan.
Buhay estudyante, tiisin kahit mahirap talaga,
Dahil sa huli’y makikita kanyang tunay na halaga.
Mabuhay ka, Iskolar. Mabuhay ka.
O s’ya... Dali na’t humarap sa pisara.
Mga mata’y mabigat, ngunit huwag pumikit.
Huwag pansinin ang ulong masakit.
Umupo ng tuwid at tumingin sa harap.
Mamaya, pagkatapos, ka na magpakasarap.
Piliting makinig, piliting makaintindi.
Bagamat malabo ang lahat ng sinasabi.
Kumuha ng kwaderno at subukang magsulat.
O ‘di kaya’y kopyahin na lang ang lahat.
Humanap ng bagay na maaaring gawin
Upang magmukhang-OK sa kanyang paningin.
Kaunting tango, kunwari may naintindihan,
Kunwari pumapasok ang pinakikinggan.
Mahirap tiisin ang tiyan na kumakalam
Gutom ka na nga, wala pang kaalam-alam
Pitaka, tiyan, utak – walang laman,
‘Di na rin alam ang tatahaking daan.
Buhay estudyante, tiisin kahit mahirap talaga,
Dahil sa huli’y makikita kanyang tunay na halaga.
Mabuhay ka, Iskolar. Mabuhay ka.
O s’ya... Dali na’t humarap sa pisara.
Muling Pagkikita
Mensahe: Ang tula na ito ay isinulat noong Nobyembre 18 ng nakaraang taon at kasama sa sanctuary Vol. 7 (Angeli Dumatol's Journal)
Ilang buwan na ba ang nakalipas?
O nakaraan na ba ang isang taon?
Sa patuloy na pagtakbo ng mga araw,
Kailan ba tayo magkikita muli?
Mga tanong na walang humpay ang pag-ikot sa isipan,
Nawa’y mabigyan na ng mga kasagutan.
Marahil ay kaya pa nating magtiis.
Patawad. Hindi lamang ikaw ang nahihirapan.
Maging ako ay may sakit na nararamdaman,
Puno ng kalungkutan, buhat ng pag-iisa.
Kailangang maghintay. Kailangang unawain.
Darating din ang oras para sa atin.
Walang nangyayari na hindi nakatakda.
Itong mga nararanasan, mayroong kahulugan.
Pagtitiwala ang aking ibibigay,
Pagmamahal ang aking ilalaan.
Sapagkat sa ating muling pagkikita,
Ako lubusang umaasa,
At buong pusong naniniwala.
Ilang buwan na ba ang nakalipas?
O nakaraan na ba ang isang taon?
Sa patuloy na pagtakbo ng mga araw,
Kailan ba tayo magkikita muli?
Mga tanong na walang humpay ang pag-ikot sa isipan,
Nawa’y mabigyan na ng mga kasagutan.
Marahil ay kaya pa nating magtiis.
Patawad. Hindi lamang ikaw ang nahihirapan.
Maging ako ay may sakit na nararamdaman,
Puno ng kalungkutan, buhat ng pag-iisa.
Kailangang maghintay. Kailangang unawain.
Darating din ang oras para sa atin.
Walang nangyayari na hindi nakatakda.
Itong mga nararanasan, mayroong kahulugan.
Pagtitiwala ang aking ibibigay,
Pagmamahal ang aking ilalaan.
Sapagkat sa ating muling pagkikita,
Ako lubusang umaasa,
At buong pusong naniniwala.
Muling Pagkikita
Mensahe: Ang tula na ito ay isinulat noong Nobyembre 18 ng nakaraang taon at kasama sa sanctuary Vol. 7 (Angeli Dumatol's Journal)
Ilang buwan na ba ang nakalipas?
O nakaraan na ba ang isang taon?
Sa patuloy na pagtakbo ng mga araw,
Kailan ba tayo magkikita muli?
Mga tanong na walang humpay ang pag-ikot sa isipan,
Nawa’y mabigyan na ng mga kasagutan.
Marahil ay kaya pa nating magtiis.
Patawad. Hindi lamang ikaw ang nahihirapan.
Maging ako ay may sakit na nararamdaman,
Puno ng kalungkutan, buhat ng pag-iisa.
Kailangang maghintay. Kailangang unawain.
Darating din ang oras para sa atin.
Walang nangyayari na hindi nakatakda.
Itong mga nararanasan, mayroong kahulugan.
Pagtitiwala ang aking ibibigay,
Pagmamahal ang aking ilalaan.
Sapagkat sa ating muling pagkikita,
Ako lubusang umaasa,
At buong pusong naniniwala.
Ilang buwan na ba ang nakalipas?
O nakaraan na ba ang isang taon?
Sa patuloy na pagtakbo ng mga araw,
Kailan ba tayo magkikita muli?
Mga tanong na walang humpay ang pag-ikot sa isipan,
Nawa’y mabigyan na ng mga kasagutan.
Marahil ay kaya pa nating magtiis.
Patawad. Hindi lamang ikaw ang nahihirapan.
Maging ako ay may sakit na nararamdaman,
Puno ng kalungkutan, buhat ng pag-iisa.
Kailangang maghintay. Kailangang unawain.
Darating din ang oras para sa atin.
Walang nangyayari na hindi nakatakda.
Itong mga nararanasan, mayroong kahulugan.
Pagtitiwala ang aking ibibigay,
Pagmamahal ang aking ilalaan.
Sapagkat sa ating muling pagkikita,
Ako lubusang umaasa,
At buong pusong naniniwala.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
No Such Thing as Overprotection
Note: This is again taken from 'sanctuary' - a collection of thoughts, views and rants – my best journal entries.
“No Such Thing as Overprotection”
“Doc, bakit po ba hatid-sundo n’yo pa rin si Angeli? Eh, dalaga na po yun!”
“Bakit ba? Marunong ka pa sa akin! Eh, baby ko ‘un eh!”
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta.”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Next time na lang…”
All throughout my high school life, my parents have always been like that. I’ve never really given it much thought though. For me, the moment they say it’s not going to happen, it’s really not going to happen. What they say stands. I can’t do anything else about it. My parents were simply overprotective.
Several classmates of mine began to ask questions. “Sinubukan mo na bang tumakas, Dumatol?” “Dums, hindi ka pa ba nag-rebelde? Hahaha!” “Hindi mo pa ba na-try magsinungaling, Dums?” My answers remained the same. It was always either a ‘NO’ or a ‘HINDI AH’. It became clear to my classmates (as well as to myself) that my parents were (forget about just plain old strict) overprotective.
There was no point denying it. Yeah, my parents are overprotective. Forget about asking for permission. They’d answer with an inevitable ‘NO’ anyway.
So yeah, I missed out on a lot. I couldn’t relate with a lot of things my classmates were talking about. I didn’t even understand what they were talking about, for crying out loud. People were practically labeling me as ‘socially ignorant’, whatever that means.
However, there came a time when I started to question my parents’ overprotection. I guess my classmates’ statements slowly got to me. I began thinking, Oo nga noh. Bakit nga ba lagi na lang akong hindi pinapayagan? Wala naman akong nagawang masama, at mas lalong wala naman akong gagawing masama! Bakit lagi na lang ‘NO’?
It was then that it hit me. Because I was so fixed on the idea that they were simply saying ‘NO’ to me, I failed to listen to the other half of my parents’ statements.
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un. Delikado na.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta. Baka ma-paano ka lang…”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Nakakatakot na ngayon. Mahirap na, anak…Next time na lang…”
There was always a reason for every ‘NO’ my parents gave me, and that reason was LOVE. They love me too much and because of that, they wouldn’t dare risk my safety at the expense of giving me permission to do this and do that. They weren’t saying ‘NO’ just because they wanted to. They were saying ‘NO’ for my own benefit. In the end, ako pa rin ang iniisip nila sa pagtanggi…
There is no such thing as overprotection.
There is simply much love and concern.
“No Such Thing as Overprotection”
“Doc, bakit po ba hatid-sundo n’yo pa rin si Angeli? Eh, dalaga na po yun!”
“Bakit ba? Marunong ka pa sa akin! Eh, baby ko ‘un eh!”
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta.”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Next time na lang…”
All throughout my high school life, my parents have always been like that. I’ve never really given it much thought though. For me, the moment they say it’s not going to happen, it’s really not going to happen. What they say stands. I can’t do anything else about it. My parents were simply overprotective.
Several classmates of mine began to ask questions. “Sinubukan mo na bang tumakas, Dumatol?” “Dums, hindi ka pa ba nag-rebelde? Hahaha!” “Hindi mo pa ba na-try magsinungaling, Dums?” My answers remained the same. It was always either a ‘NO’ or a ‘HINDI AH’. It became clear to my classmates (as well as to myself) that my parents were (forget about just plain old strict) overprotective.
There was no point denying it. Yeah, my parents are overprotective. Forget about asking for permission. They’d answer with an inevitable ‘NO’ anyway.
So yeah, I missed out on a lot. I couldn’t relate with a lot of things my classmates were talking about. I didn’t even understand what they were talking about, for crying out loud. People were practically labeling me as ‘socially ignorant’, whatever that means.
However, there came a time when I started to question my parents’ overprotection. I guess my classmates’ statements slowly got to me. I began thinking, Oo nga noh. Bakit nga ba lagi na lang akong hindi pinapayagan? Wala naman akong nagawang masama, at mas lalong wala naman akong gagawing masama! Bakit lagi na lang ‘NO’?
It was then that it hit me. Because I was so fixed on the idea that they were simply saying ‘NO’ to me, I failed to listen to the other half of my parents’ statements.
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un. Delikado na.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta. Baka ma-paano ka lang…”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Nakakatakot na ngayon. Mahirap na, anak…Next time na lang…”
There was always a reason for every ‘NO’ my parents gave me, and that reason was LOVE. They love me too much and because of that, they wouldn’t dare risk my safety at the expense of giving me permission to do this and do that. They weren’t saying ‘NO’ just because they wanted to. They were saying ‘NO’ for my own benefit. In the end, ako pa rin ang iniisip nila sa pagtanggi…
There is no such thing as overprotection.
There is simply much love and concern.
No Such Thing as Overprotection
Note: This is again taken from 'sanctuary' - a collection of thoughts, views and rants – my best journal entries.
“No Such Thing as Overprotection”
“Doc, bakit po ba hatid-sundo n’yo pa rin si Angeli? Eh, dalaga na po yun!”
“Bakit ba? Marunong ka pa sa akin! Eh, baby ko ‘un eh!”
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta.”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Next time na lang…”
All throughout my high school life, my parents have always been like that. I’ve never really given it much thought though. For me, the moment they say it’s not going to happen, it’s really not going to happen. What they say stands. I can’t do anything else about it. My parents were simply overprotective.
Several classmates of mine began to ask questions. “Sinubukan mo na bang tumakas, Dumatol?” “Dums, hindi ka pa ba nag-rebelde? Hahaha!” “Hindi mo pa ba na-try magsinungaling, Dums?” My answers remained the same. It was always either a ‘NO’ or a ‘HINDI AH’. It became clear to my classmates (as well as to myself) that my parents were (forget about just plain old strict) overprotective.
There was no point denying it. Yeah, my parents are overprotective. Forget about asking for permission. They’d answer with an inevitable ‘NO’ anyway.
So yeah, I missed out on a lot. I couldn’t relate with a lot of things my classmates were talking about. I didn’t even understand what they were talking about, for crying out loud. People were practically labeling me as ‘socially ignorant’, whatever that means.
However, there came a time when I started to question my parents’ overprotection. I guess my classmates’ statements slowly got to me. I began thinking, Oo nga noh. Bakit nga ba lagi na lang akong hindi pinapayagan? Wala naman akong nagawang masama, at mas lalong wala naman akong gagawing masama! Bakit lagi na lang ‘NO’?
It was then that it hit me. Because I was so fixed on the idea that they were simply saying ‘NO’ to me, I failed to listen to the other half of my parents’ statements.
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un. Delikado na.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta. Baka ma-paano ka lang…”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Nakakatakot na ngayon. Mahirap na, anak…Next time na lang…”
There was always a reason for every ‘NO’ my parents gave me, and that reason was LOVE. They love me too much and because of that, they wouldn’t dare risk my safety at the expense of giving me permission to do this and do that. They weren’t saying ‘NO’ just because they wanted to. They were saying ‘NO’ for my own benefit. In the end, ako pa rin ang iniisip nila sa pagtanggi…
There is no such thing as overprotection.
There is simply much love and concern.
“No Such Thing as Overprotection”
“Doc, bakit po ba hatid-sundo n’yo pa rin si Angeli? Eh, dalaga na po yun!”
“Bakit ba? Marunong ka pa sa akin! Eh, baby ko ‘un eh!”
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta.”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Next time na lang…”
All throughout my high school life, my parents have always been like that. I’ve never really given it much thought though. For me, the moment they say it’s not going to happen, it’s really not going to happen. What they say stands. I can’t do anything else about it. My parents were simply overprotective.
Several classmates of mine began to ask questions. “Sinubukan mo na bang tumakas, Dumatol?” “Dums, hindi ka pa ba nag-rebelde? Hahaha!” “Hindi mo pa ba na-try magsinungaling, Dums?” My answers remained the same. It was always either a ‘NO’ or a ‘HINDI AH’. It became clear to my classmates (as well as to myself) that my parents were (forget about just plain old strict) overprotective.
There was no point denying it. Yeah, my parents are overprotective. Forget about asking for permission. They’d answer with an inevitable ‘NO’ anyway.
So yeah, I missed out on a lot. I couldn’t relate with a lot of things my classmates were talking about. I didn’t even understand what they were talking about, for crying out loud. People were practically labeling me as ‘socially ignorant’, whatever that means.
However, there came a time when I started to question my parents’ overprotection. I guess my classmates’ statements slowly got to me. I began thinking, Oo nga noh. Bakit nga ba lagi na lang akong hindi pinapayagan? Wala naman akong nagawang masama, at mas lalong wala naman akong gagawing masama! Bakit lagi na lang ‘NO’?
It was then that it hit me. Because I was so fixed on the idea that they were simply saying ‘NO’ to me, I failed to listen to the other half of my parents’ statements.
“’Wag na lang, anak. Malayo ‘un. Delikado na.”
“Masyadong gabi, Angeli. Hindi ka pwede pumunta. Baka ma-paano ka lang…”
“Walang maghahatid sa’yo at hindi ka rin pwede mag-commute. Nakakatakot na ngayon. Mahirap na, anak…Next time na lang…”
There was always a reason for every ‘NO’ my parents gave me, and that reason was LOVE. They love me too much and because of that, they wouldn’t dare risk my safety at the expense of giving me permission to do this and do that. They weren’t saying ‘NO’ just because they wanted to. They were saying ‘NO’ for my own benefit. In the end, ako pa rin ang iniisip nila sa pagtanggi…
There is no such thing as overprotection.
There is simply much love and concern.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Wanting to See You
Note: This short piece was written a while back, when I was feeling mightily lonely. It is taken from 'sanctuary', a collection of thoughts, views and rants - my best journal entries.
“Wanting to See You”
ayi: sbi daw sa time magazine
ayi: if you dream of a person, that person wants to see you
angeli: weh
ayi: ou, SBI SA TIME MAG =))))))))
angeli: WHAT PROOF DO THEY HAVE?! =))
ayi: ewan ko sa kanila =))))))))
angeli: :-> EH DI DAPAT ARAW-ARAW NA NIYA AKONG NAKIKITA SA PANAGINIP NYA
Every beginning comes with an ending. In life, things come and go. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing is permanent. Sad to say, but it’s a given fact. Remember the 7 Environmental Principles they taught back in our elementary days? The 4th one states it quite frankly: Everything changes.
In the midst of all the changes that come in your life, there will inevitably come a time when you will take time to look back. This moment of reminisce will probably leave you in tears. Recalling the ‘good old days” will leave a ton of questions swirling inside your mind. - Why did they have to end? How could things have gone from then to now? Can’t I relive those moments and be happy once again? Can’t I go back in time and return to those days that I so sorely miss?
But then, all those questions will just disappear as you realize that it wasn’t about the places or the moments themselves. The ‘good old days’ aren’t the ones you miss. What – or more appropriately, who – you miss are the people you were with - those who have played an important part in shaping you, in making you grow, in creating the person who you are now.
After that moment of reminisce, you will end up wanting but one thing: to see those people again. You will want to meet with them once more, to prove to yourself that they are real, that they really exist, that they are not just part of your dream world.
The pictures, videos and letters aren’t enough to ease the loneliness that had slowly built up inside you. In fact, they only make it worse. With every picture, video and letter comes a new memory that you recall. And with every new memory recalled comes a greater feeling of apathy within.
Indeed, your only desire is to see them all again.
The memories I have can never satisfy me. I want to see you.
“Wanting to See You”
ayi: sbi daw sa time magazine
ayi: if you dream of a person, that person wants to see you
angeli: weh
ayi: ou, SBI SA TIME MAG =))))))))
angeli: WHAT PROOF DO THEY HAVE?! =))
ayi: ewan ko sa kanila =))))))))
angeli: :-> EH DI DAPAT ARAW-ARAW NA NIYA AKONG NAKIKITA SA PANAGINIP NYA
Every beginning comes with an ending. In life, things come and go. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing is permanent. Sad to say, but it’s a given fact. Remember the 7 Environmental Principles they taught back in our elementary days? The 4th one states it quite frankly: Everything changes.
In the midst of all the changes that come in your life, there will inevitably come a time when you will take time to look back. This moment of reminisce will probably leave you in tears. Recalling the ‘good old days” will leave a ton of questions swirling inside your mind. - Why did they have to end? How could things have gone from then to now? Can’t I relive those moments and be happy once again? Can’t I go back in time and return to those days that I so sorely miss?
But then, all those questions will just disappear as you realize that it wasn’t about the places or the moments themselves. The ‘good old days’ aren’t the ones you miss. What – or more appropriately, who – you miss are the people you were with - those who have played an important part in shaping you, in making you grow, in creating the person who you are now.
After that moment of reminisce, you will end up wanting but one thing: to see those people again. You will want to meet with them once more, to prove to yourself that they are real, that they really exist, that they are not just part of your dream world.
The pictures, videos and letters aren’t enough to ease the loneliness that had slowly built up inside you. In fact, they only make it worse. With every picture, video and letter comes a new memory that you recall. And with every new memory recalled comes a greater feeling of apathy within.
Indeed, your only desire is to see them all again.
The memories I have can never satisfy me. I want to see you.
Wanting to See You
Note: This short piece was written a while back, when I was feeling mightily lonely. It is taken from 'sanctuary', a collection of thoughts, views and rants - my best journal entries.
“Wanting to See You”
ayi: sbi daw sa time magazine
ayi: if you dream of a person, that person wants to see you
angeli: weh
ayi: ou, SBI SA TIME MAG =))))))))
angeli: WHAT PROOF DO THEY HAVE?! =))
ayi: ewan ko sa kanila =))))))))
angeli: :-> EH DI DAPAT ARAW-ARAW NA NIYA AKONG NAKIKITA SA PANAGINIP NYA
Every beginning comes with an ending. In life, things come and go. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing is permanent. Sad to say, but it’s a given fact. Remember the 7 Environmental Principles they taught back in our elementary days? The 4th one states it quite frankly: Everything changes.
In the midst of all the changes that come in your life, there will inevitably come a time when you will take time to look back. This moment of reminisce will probably leave you in tears. Recalling the ‘good old days” will leave a ton of questions swirling inside your mind. - Why did they have to end? How could things have gone from then to now? Can’t I relive those moments and be happy once again? Can’t I go back in time and return to those days that I so sorely miss?
But then, all those questions will just disappear as you realize that it wasn’t about the places or the moments themselves. The ‘good old days’ aren’t the ones you miss. What – or more appropriately, who – you miss are the people you were with - those who have played an important part in shaping you, in making you grow, in creating the person who you are now.
After that moment of reminisce, you will end up wanting but one thing: to see those people again. You will want to meet with them once more, to prove to yourself that they are real, that they really exist, that they are not just part of your dream world.
The pictures, videos and letters aren’t enough to ease the loneliness that had slowly built up inside you. In fact, they only make it worse. With every picture, video and letter comes a new memory that you recall. And with every new memory recalled comes a greater feeling of apathy within.
Indeed, your only desire is to see them all again.
The memories I have can never satisfy me. I want to see you.
“Wanting to See You”
ayi: sbi daw sa time magazine
ayi: if you dream of a person, that person wants to see you
angeli: weh
ayi: ou, SBI SA TIME MAG =))))))))
angeli: WHAT PROOF DO THEY HAVE?! =))
ayi: ewan ko sa kanila =))))))))
angeli: :-> EH DI DAPAT ARAW-ARAW NA NIYA AKONG NAKIKITA SA PANAGINIP NYA
Every beginning comes with an ending. In life, things come and go. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing is permanent. Sad to say, but it’s a given fact. Remember the 7 Environmental Principles they taught back in our elementary days? The 4th one states it quite frankly: Everything changes.
In the midst of all the changes that come in your life, there will inevitably come a time when you will take time to look back. This moment of reminisce will probably leave you in tears. Recalling the ‘good old days” will leave a ton of questions swirling inside your mind. - Why did they have to end? How could things have gone from then to now? Can’t I relive those moments and be happy once again? Can’t I go back in time and return to those days that I so sorely miss?
But then, all those questions will just disappear as you realize that it wasn’t about the places or the moments themselves. The ‘good old days’ aren’t the ones you miss. What – or more appropriately, who – you miss are the people you were with - those who have played an important part in shaping you, in making you grow, in creating the person who you are now.
After that moment of reminisce, you will end up wanting but one thing: to see those people again. You will want to meet with them once more, to prove to yourself that they are real, that they really exist, that they are not just part of your dream world.
The pictures, videos and letters aren’t enough to ease the loneliness that had slowly built up inside you. In fact, they only make it worse. With every picture, video and letter comes a new memory that you recall. And with every new memory recalled comes a greater feeling of apathy within.
Indeed, your only desire is to see them all again.
The memories I have can never satisfy me. I want to see you.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Serenade
This one is a song featured in a short story I wrote for my friend, Jeselle. The story is entitled Serenade and the song shares the title. Enjoy~ :)
Serenade
I.
Watching from a distance
With such complex emotions
In this helpless trance
Make me face reality
An awkward step, a glance
They are simply not enough
Grant me this one chance
Let’s just face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
II.
What ever the distance
I will definitely try
Using this, our chance
We will face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
Bridge:
Time is not ours to waste
I give up my life of recluse
Surely, we’ll be together
You, I never want to lose
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
With this serenade,
I’m already yours
Serenade
I.
Watching from a distance
With such complex emotions
In this helpless trance
Make me face reality
An awkward step, a glance
They are simply not enough
Grant me this one chance
Let’s just face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
II.
What ever the distance
I will definitely try
Using this, our chance
We will face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
Bridge:
Time is not ours to waste
I give up my life of recluse
Surely, we’ll be together
You, I never want to lose
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
With this serenade,
I’m already yours
Serenade
This one is a song featured in a short story I wrote for my friend, Jeselle. The story is entitled Serenade and the song shares the title. Enjoy~ :)
Serenade
I.
Watching from a distance
With such complex emotions
In this helpless trance
Make me face reality
An awkward step, a glance
They are simply not enough
Grant me this one chance
Let’s just face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
II.
What ever the distance
I will definitely try
Using this, our chance
We will face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
Bridge:
Time is not ours to waste
I give up my life of recluse
Surely, we’ll be together
You, I never want to lose
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
With this serenade,
I’m already yours
Serenade
I.
Watching from a distance
With such complex emotions
In this helpless trance
Make me face reality
An awkward step, a glance
They are simply not enough
Grant me this one chance
Let’s just face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
II.
What ever the distance
I will definitely try
Using this, our chance
We will face reality
Refrain:
Are you there? Are you listening?
It’s already hard as it is
Let this song convey my heart
And finally set me at ease
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
Bridge:
Time is not ours to waste
I give up my life of recluse
Surely, we’ll be together
You, I never want to lose
Chorus:
Never mind the world
The lies or what they say
What matters is the two of us
Hear my heart speak this way
Nothing will ever change
For I am already yours
You will see with this serenade
That I am already yours
With this serenade,
I’m already yours
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
A Freshie No More
The truth hadn't really sunk in, even when Summer Term had ended back in May. What happened earlier was what truly convinced me of the fact that I wasn't a freshie no more. Goodbye LU-I. Hello LU-II.
It's some sort of tradition in UP-College of Medicine for the incoming LU-II batch (second year-INTARMED) to orient the incoming LU-I batch (first year-INTARMED). So, as our buddies from Class 2016 did before us, we, Class 2017, prepared to orient our buddies of Class 2018.
We decided to give a bit of effort in the orientation procedure, for it not to be dull, but instead fun and interesting.
So, after a class lunch and registration, we start the orientation with an icebreaker activity - modified Dr. Kwak-Kwak - a twist (i mean that literally!) to your usual icebreaker! Next up is the ever immortal Getting-to-Know-You part. We followed a simple format for the introductions - Name. Nickname. High School. Relationship Status. Something Interesting, Controversial, and Juicy (FUN FACT). Got a lot of interesting revelations from the 2018 people. Glad to see people willing to share.
An interesting 'moment' occurred after introductions. Will not say anything more about it as it falls under classified INTARMED info. :P
Finally, the most exciting part of the day commenced - the iMed Amazing Race! - We meant for it to be a cross between a campus tour and a buddy selection activity. For some reason, I end up a facilitator. It's a bit complicated, considering we had prepared for it only a few hours prior to actual execution. But somehow, we managed to pull it off! Glad to have met my 2018 buddy. :) He seems like a nice guy.
All in all, it's pretty amazing how I suddenly find myself in front of all these people - freshmen, sharing my experiences as a iMed student. Exactly a year ago, I was the freshman being oriented.
Really amazing how time passes by so quickly. LU-I was a challenging year, true, but thanks to the great friends I found in my iMed2017 classmates, I was able to get by the days with a smile.
So, I wish our iMed2018 buddies good luck! Look forward to an exciting year at UPM. Choosing INTARMED is a decision you won't regret. I can guarantee that. :)
It's some sort of tradition in UP-College of Medicine for the incoming LU-II batch (second year-INTARMED) to orient the incoming LU-I batch (first year-INTARMED). So, as our buddies from Class 2016 did before us, we, Class 2017, prepared to orient our buddies of Class 2018.
We decided to give a bit of effort in the orientation procedure, for it not to be dull, but instead fun and interesting.
So, after a class lunch and registration, we start the orientation with an icebreaker activity - modified Dr. Kwak-Kwak - a twist (i mean that literally!) to your usual icebreaker! Next up is the ever immortal Getting-to-Know-You part. We followed a simple format for the introductions - Name. Nickname. High School. Relationship Status. Something Interesting, Controversial, and Juicy (FUN FACT). Got a lot of interesting revelations from the 2018 people. Glad to see people willing to share.
An interesting 'moment' occurred after introductions. Will not say anything more about it as it falls under classified INTARMED info. :P
Finally, the most exciting part of the day commenced - the iMed Amazing Race! - We meant for it to be a cross between a campus tour and a buddy selection activity. For some reason, I end up a facilitator. It's a bit complicated, considering we had prepared for it only a few hours prior to actual execution. But somehow, we managed to pull it off! Glad to have met my 2018 buddy. :) He seems like a nice guy.
All in all, it's pretty amazing how I suddenly find myself in front of all these people - freshmen, sharing my experiences as a iMed student. Exactly a year ago, I was the freshman being oriented.
Really amazing how time passes by so quickly. LU-I was a challenging year, true, but thanks to the great friends I found in my iMed2017 classmates, I was able to get by the days with a smile.
So, I wish our iMed2018 buddies good luck! Look forward to an exciting year at UPM. Choosing INTARMED is a decision you won't regret. I can guarantee that. :)
A Freshie No More
The truth hadn't really sunk in, even when Summer Term had ended back in May. What happened earlier was what truly convinced me of the fact that I wasn't a freshie no more. Goodbye LU-I. Hello LU-II.
It's some sort of tradition in UP-College of Medicine for the incoming LU-II batch (second year-INTARMED) to orient the incoming LU-I batch (first year-INTARMED). So, as our buddies from Class 2016 did before us, we, Class 2017, prepared to orient our buddies of Class 2018.
We decided to give a bit of effort in the orientation procedure, for it not to be dull, but instead fun and interesting.
So, after a class lunch and registration, we start the orientation with an icebreaker activity - modified Dr. Kwak-Kwak - a twist (i mean that literally!) to your usual icebreaker! Next up is the ever immortal Getting-to-Know-You part. We followed a simple format for the introductions - Name. Nickname. High School. Relationship Status. Something Interesting, Controversial, and Juicy (FUN FACT). Got a lot of interesting revelations from the 2018 people. Glad to see people willing to share.
An interesting 'moment' occurred after introductions. Will not say anything more about it as it falls under classified INTARMED info. :P
Finally, the most exciting part of the day commenced - the iMed Amazing Race! - We meant for it to be a cross between a campus tour and a buddy selection activity. For some reason, I end up a facilitator. It's a bit complicated, considering we had prepared for it only a few hours prior to actual execution. But somehow, we managed to pull it off! Glad to have met my 2018 buddy. :) He seems like a nice guy.
All in all, it's pretty amazing how I suddenly find myself in front of all these people - freshmen, sharing my experiences as a iMed student. Exactly a year ago, I was the freshman being oriented.
Really amazing how time passes by so quickly. LU-I was a challenging year, true, but thanks to the great friends I found in my iMed2017 classmates, I was able to get by the days with a smile.
So, I wish our iMed2018 buddies good luck! Look forward to an exciting year at UPM. Choosing INTARMED is a decision you won't regret. I can guarantee that. :)
It's some sort of tradition in UP-College of Medicine for the incoming LU-II batch (second year-INTARMED) to orient the incoming LU-I batch (first year-INTARMED). So, as our buddies from Class 2016 did before us, we, Class 2017, prepared to orient our buddies of Class 2018.
We decided to give a bit of effort in the orientation procedure, for it not to be dull, but instead fun and interesting.
So, after a class lunch and registration, we start the orientation with an icebreaker activity - modified Dr. Kwak-Kwak - a twist (i mean that literally!) to your usual icebreaker! Next up is the ever immortal Getting-to-Know-You part. We followed a simple format for the introductions - Name. Nickname. High School. Relationship Status. Something Interesting, Controversial, and Juicy (FUN FACT). Got a lot of interesting revelations from the 2018 people. Glad to see people willing to share.
An interesting 'moment' occurred after introductions. Will not say anything more about it as it falls under classified INTARMED info. :P
Finally, the most exciting part of the day commenced - the iMed Amazing Race! - We meant for it to be a cross between a campus tour and a buddy selection activity. For some reason, I end up a facilitator. It's a bit complicated, considering we had prepared for it only a few hours prior to actual execution. But somehow, we managed to pull it off! Glad to have met my 2018 buddy. :) He seems like a nice guy.
All in all, it's pretty amazing how I suddenly find myself in front of all these people - freshmen, sharing my experiences as a iMed student. Exactly a year ago, I was the freshman being oriented.
Really amazing how time passes by so quickly. LU-I was a challenging year, true, but thanks to the great friends I found in my iMed2017 classmates, I was able to get by the days with a smile.
So, I wish our iMed2018 buddies good luck! Look forward to an exciting year at UPM. Choosing INTARMED is a decision you won't regret. I can guarantee that. :)
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