Sunday, June 26, 2011

Nostalgia Part 2

My Friday was just the same as other Fridays (except for Falcon). I was in school the whole day (well, the local government didn't cancel classes despite the almost non-stop heavy rain, and not to mention that our school is just ''a kembot away'' from the beach). So the day went on just like most Fridays. But for some Filipinos (whose patron Saint is St. John the Baptist,including Lian,Batangas) it was a blessed fiesta despite the rain. The Fiesta didn't really get into my mind until 1pm when I came to class with only a handful of students. (the rest were stranded somewhere in Lian or along the way back to school). But still,the "fiesta thing" was not in my mind. And so the day ended. And this afternoon, I opened my facebook account and saw the album Town Fiesta 2011 posted by one of our students in BSU. I didn't notice that I was actually smiling (and my eyes turned teary) as I looked at the pictures.

Every year, one of the high lights of Lian's town fiesta is the Serenata (Battle of the Bands) usually held the night before fiesta. This is where all brass bands from Lian gather to show off their compositions, and everything about music that they could show off. But what people really await (I think) is the dance showdown of each band's majorettes. :))

The thing is, I was a school band majorette from Grade 3 to 4th year high school. And I was a majorette for Banda 96 (one of Lian's brass bands) from Grade 6 to 2nd year college. Give it a little Math, I was a majorette for more or less a decade. During summer (Mayuhan as we call it) a lot of towns celebrate their fiesta, so we consider this as our peak season. We literally spend 90% of our summer walking on a parade, dancing, playing music, and giving people entertainment. A town fiesta is not complete without us! Hehe. :)

It's never easy to be a majorette,specially for someone who really don't want to be a majorette. I wanted to play the clarinet, or saxophone, or trumpet. I didn't want to wear short skirt,didn't want to smile while on parade (under the sun),didn't want to put on make-up,didn't want to rest during processions (while the musicians are playing for the procession), didn't want to be given a "special treatment" for majorettes. But, I knew how to dance, I knew how to use the baton, I had the face value (ang ganda ko! Haha!), and all my three older sisters were majorettes. So I had to endure (naman!) it. I had to wear skirt and be prim and proper because I'm wearing skirt. Had to smile even if it's tooooo damn hot, and I'm toooo damn tired to walk and dance. Had to put make-up on. It may sound weird but I really wanted to be "one of the boys". I wanted to play an instrument so I didn't have to look good all the time (okay lang na dugyot at pawisan), or I didn't have to smile all the time (mahirap ngumiti habang tumutugtog) O,well,I still survived a decade of being a majorette. :p

One of the things I love about a decade of being a majorette (actually,no,on being a member of a brass band) is that we get to go around the whole Batangas, and appreciate the beauty of the place and its people (naks). Sometimes, we also go to Manila, or Cavite, or Mindoro, but mostly to different towns and barangays in Batangas. And what I love most on that decade of experience is the bonding. I met a lot,as in a lot of friends,a lot of new people in and out of the band. Every time we got the chance to rest, we would rather spend it talking to each other, kulitan and stuff than to sleep. It's the tawanan and kulitan that really took away our tiredness. :)) When we had to stay overnight in one place, instead of grabbing the opportunity to get long hours of sleep, we would go to peryahan, or just walk around the place, or just sit somewhere and talk, again and again. :))

All these things I remembered when I saw the picture in Lois' album. (Town Fiesta 2011) Lois is a BSU student, and a majorette of Butiong Band. (She was a majorette of Banda 96). Some of the members are studying in BSU. Some of them are actually my students. Some already have their own families. Some are already working in different companies here, in Manila, or abroad. Most are still playing, but not in Banda 96 anymore. Bottomline is, I miss them a lot. :(

Banda 96 peeps
(L-R: Meel,Kyamew,Lois,Gwaping,Kuya Arnel)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

University in the province or in Manila? :)

As part of the critical thinking skills lesson, our class had an informal debate on the topic, "Which is better, universities in the province, or universities in Manila?" personally chosen by majority of the students. It started with the Manila group laying down their reasons for choosing their stand, followed by the Province group's reasons. Each group was then given the chance to rebut the other group's arguments. The debate was a revelation. :) This activity showed how well-opinionated my students are. The last time I wrote here, I was complaining on my students' passiveness in class. But today's activity proved that they've got something to say,well, a lot to say. They just need some  push (or a harder one sometimes) to speak up. :)

Both groups laid down arguments from teachers to classroom to resources to university system. Of course their opinions are just based on how they see universities here and in Manila. And at the end of the debate, I tried to share my opinions on the issue, as someone who experienced studying in Manila and teaching in the province. Most of the Manila group members chose Manila because of their complaints as students (for one year) in the province (well, particularly in our university):

- isang sem na nauupo sa sahig dahil ayaw ipagamit ng teacher ang upuan (what the? when I heard about this, i couldn't believe it)

-Oral Comm instructor na nagtuturo ng Biology, at English instructor na nagtuturo ng Intro to Computer who, when asked a question about the lesson, says "naku,hindi ko din alam,eh,itatanong natin".. (Didn't know this either though I knew that some of us are really given teaching loads that are not in line with our area of specialization)

- instructors na 2 buwan an ang nakalipas ay hindi pa sumisipot sa klase, at instructors na 4 na beses lang sumipot sa klase sa loob ng isang sem

- instructors na hindi naman board passer na nagtuturo ng subjects na dapat ay board passer ang nagtuturo

- books na nirerequire bilhin dahil author ang instructor

- mainit na classroom (thinking na nasa tabing dagat kami at sira ang mga electric fans!)

 - laging out of order na cr

There are more actually. But the thing is,what these students don't know is that universities in Manila have the same issues. Some maybe are even worse. Well, the Province group, I believe presented their arguments, being satisfied with their one year experience in the university. But what really struck me was one argument: 


-"Ang mga studyante sa Maynila, halimbawa sa UP, rally na lang ng rally, lagi na lang against sa system."

Haha! I know that most people really see UP students this way. Well, that's their opinion anyway. :) (I have written some of my thoughts about that.)

Well, I am so happy that this activity was a success. :)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

It's okay to feel stupid

I feel stupid, and it sucks!

I don't know what's with this day, but for sure, it's not really good. I started this day feeling excited for the activity I prepared for my students. Some were cooperative, and some (as expected) were not. I hate it when they look at you and show you a face as if saying, "And what do you expect us to do, follow you?"
Then the discussion. You really cannot force your students to speak up if they really don't want to. No matter how much you try to motivate them, (or maybe it really isn't enough?) if they choose to keep silent, they will keep silent. To the point that they won't give any single answer for your question. Darn! My question was simple: What do you mean by the term 'overview', from the words over and view? I tried to give some clue, some hint just to give them an idea of what I was talking about. A little example of the "overlooking" where you can have a view of the whole Nasugbu. Still, no answer. I felt stupid in front of them trying to give them some hint and trying to make them speak, when all I could see on their faces were expressions of boredom, and just being passive, as if saying, "whatever!" I soooo hate it.

Of course, that was just me, that was just the way I interpreted it. Maybe I just really wanted to please them. Maybe I just really wanted them to learn, but I can't help them because they're not helping themselves. It's frustrating. These kids think that they cannot do it. They think that they are not good enough to the point that they get tired of trying.

At the end of the day, I know that I should take it as a challenge. A challenge to become a better teacher maybe? A challenge to help them learn, and help them raise their level of self confidence a little bit higher, at least to that level when they can speak up in class.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

4 years

Countdown : 6 hours and 30 minutes.

We had maybe around 7 months of friendship, 7 months of "Hi!","Hello","Good morning, Ms. Val","Good morning,Sir!". 4 months of 'getting to know each other'. 3 months of "I have a huge crush on you." 3 hours of sharing each others stories. 30 minutes of last moments together.Some few seconds of smile. A few seconds of hug.
He'll be back after (or within the next) 4 years. But 4 years is still 4 years. Come what may. For now, all I know is, I'll miss him for sure... :(

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Statement of Purpose

I just thought of posting it. I am honestly not so sure if I got it right, but hopefully I did. =)

When I was filling up my application form for UP some years ago, just like most high school students, I couldn’t decide which course to take. I was in front of the television that time watching the news, and I suddenly thought I wanted to be a newscaster. I wrote the following courses as my choices: BA Broadcast Communication and BA Speech Communication; BA Development Communication and BA Communication Arts. I honestly didn’t have any clear idea of what Speech Comm and Dev Comm were. I just wrote them down because they were communication courses. I didn’t know where my interest on communication came from that time especially that I knew that during my younger years what I wanted was to be a teacher. I ended up taking BA Speech Communication as my undergraduate program. During the first semester, it still wasn’t clear to me of what Speech Comm really was. When I took my first major subject in Communication, I learned how broad my chosen program was. It was like a little of everything about communication. Many think that communication is just about “talking” and that there is not so much about it that should be or could be studied. I often received comments like “Anong pinag-aaralan nyo dun? Anong trabaho nyo after?”  Because of these, my interest in the study of communication got deeper. I thought that as a communication student, I should seek answers to these questions. I was able to look at the deeper sense of communication, not just the speaker-message-receiver concept. I was able to see and examine the complexity of its process. Towards the end of my college years, when I was asked the same questions again, I answered, “Madami. We study the relationship and importance of communication in arts, science, psychology, sociology, anthropology, linguistics, economics, history, management, and politics and vice versa. We can be teachers, managers, writers, call center agents, newscasters, and many more.” The answer might be broad and superficial for some, but this is what I got from studying communication.
My desire and love for teaching still didn’t get suppressed. I thought of shifting to an Education course but I thought it was too late. Besides, I knew that I could still fulfill my dream of becoming a teacher even if my degree was in the field of communication. In fact, I thought that being a communication student would be a great help for me as a teacher soon, and it really is of great help in my current job as a college instructor, at the same time, it also helps me cope with the new job I am assigned to do – as Human Resource Personnel. My knowledge in interpersonal communication, intercultural communication and organizational communication has helped me in performing my job as an HR personnel well.
As an Instructor, I want to be of help in elevating our people from poverty through education and I believe that my knowledge in communication and other related fields can be of great help in the fulfillment of this dream. The use of communication effectively for the development of our society and country as a whole is something that is worth focusing on. This is why I want to enroll in Master of Development Communication. I strongly believe that through this program, I can gain more knowledge and understanding, at the same time more skills in using communication as a tool for development. I would want to focus on the use of communication in education as well as the educational system of our country. It would be worthy to look at the role of communication in the betterment of our current educational system.
I believe that the University of the Philippines Open University is an ideal place for me to continue my education. The promotion of distance education as an innovative way of learning helps in receiving quality education despite the distance.
After completion of my Master’s degree, I plan to pursue a Doctoral degree. Because I am currently in the academe, my eventual goal is to be a professor where I can continue doing researches on communication, and at the same time help my institution in delivering quality education to students.

Monday, February 7, 2011

O Val Tin . . .

The Owl. Ovaltine.
It's been almost a year since this "logo" or picture? whatever you may call it, was drawn by my no. 1 fan (Well,, my lovelife's no. 1 fan actually), Gummy Bear. Out of randomness, he suddenly thought of a name of a "fans club". Ovaltine sis a combination of O (which, according to Gbear, is his reaction when he sees me and tin), Val (from my first name) and Tin (from his name). Funny, really funny, but i thought it's cute. I have already forgotten this thing. I don't know exactly where this tissue paper is now, but at least we've got a souvenir of it, this picture, which reminded me today of that thing I decided to forget. =(

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Personal Leave

Saw some familiar faces, and a lot of unfamiliar faces who definitely made my one-day-leave really worth it. =)


1. Kuya with Gray contact lens sa LTO Makati
He definitely made my day by telling me that they couldn't process my application for a Non-Professional License because I didn't have the receipt of my Student Permit. (sarcastic of me) But in all fairness, this Kuya was so accommodating and so nice to us. Check lang. =)


2. Kuya sa Customer Service ng LTO San Juan
At first I found him really annoying, irritating, and unaccommodating (comparing him with the Kuya from LTO Makati). He did not smile, he was talking to people as if telling them, "Hey, you're so stupid, can you just read the instructions posted around this office before you ask???" But when I passed my filled-up application form, upon seeing that  I am working at BSU, he changed (at least to me. hehe) the way he talked. Still kinda serious, still not smiling, but, we had a small talk. He said he was from BSU Lemery but he was residing in Taal. Okay, something in common. That's nice. He was asking me why I was applying in San Juan and not in Tagaytay. And other things. At least, "tropa na kami ni Kuya". Hehe. =)


3. Doctor Bernardo (still from LTO San Juan)
He was maybe in his 60's, but he knew how to mingle with the young ones. As he wrote my name on the paper, he was like, "ang ganda ng pangalang Valerie". Of course it gave me a smile on my face and knowing the ever "sira ulo at palabirong" me, I answered, "syempre po maganda din ako,eh" (chos!) When he was about to write my civil status, "Single no?" "Opo." "hanggang kelan?" "Pag-iisipan ko po." And when he found out that I was only 22, he was like, "Ah, single pa nga dapat, bata ka pa." I really liked him. Not just because of his compliments and his funny "hirit", but because he reminded me of my lolo. =)


4. Kuya and Ate from the PhotoSig window and Approving Window (LTO San Juan)
Okay, I thought I would be given a reviewer because those around me had reviewers for the exam. But OMG! I took the exam without any review! Of course I did not have any idea of what the exam would be. Neither did I have any idea of what the correct answers were. Some were, well, common sense. Most were about the rules on the road. Err. Passing was 30. I got......29! Partida. Hehe. But still, I failed. Ate from the PhotoSig was the one who informed me that I failed by 1 point. Ouch. But it was totally okay with me. The thing is, sila pa ang mukang nanghihinayang. Even Kuya from the Approving window told me na "Isa na lang!". It felt good somehow that these people, though we didn't know each other had that sympathy for me. Hehe. =)


5. Kuyang Jeepney Driver
"Itago mo Ineng yung cellphone mo." I was shocked when he suddenly talked to me, and I immediately kept my phone in my bag. He said that he had one passenger before who had his cp snatched while inside his jeepney. He told me to be very careful specially that I'm a girl. I felt his concern. We had a small talk about traffic rules (things mentioned in the exam) and stuff about life. When I was about to get off, he reminded me to look at both sides of the road before I get off. Or when I cross the street. I smile and thanked him for that very short moment that we had, where I knew, somehow, he was really concerned. =)


6. Ate in line after me at Cahier 5 of Landmark, Trinoma
I was the next in line to be served. But suddenly, an old woman broke in the line and gave her things to the cashier. The cashier did not notice that the woman broke in the line so she still served her. Then when it was already my turn (again) the lady, (around 40's) next to me told the cashier, "Alam mo ms, sumingit lang yung matanda. Dapat sya (me) na, pero biglang pinatong ng matanda yung bibilhin nya." The cashier, sincerely apologizing to me, said that she did not notice. It was not a big deal anyway. After that I thought, not all people can actually say what the lady next to me said.  I mean, we have opinions, and when we see something wrong, even a simple one, we become reluctant to say it especially that we know that its just a simple matter. That lady was reluctant at first so she just let the old woman be served first, but at least, she was able to give a reminder to the cashier not to let it happen again.


7. Sir Robert Go
I was a bit hesitant and, it was a litle awkward for me to say, "Si Sir Go po?" to the instructor who opened the door of the faculty room. He was not there so I just sent him a text message telling him I was at his faculty room. It's been a while, as in a while. I have always been so proud of Robert's achievements. I have always been one of his "fans". Anf seeing his name on the door of FC 3001 was really something that made me smile that afternoon. We did not have much time to talk because he had a meeting but at least, we were able to, even for a very limited time, catch up a little. I was really happy to see him again. =)


8. Ma'am TP de Luna
O,well,she's still the ever pretty Ma'am TP. It's been two years since I last saw her but it felt good that she still remembered my name. She gave me a hug and a "beso" and asked me where I was working. When I told her I was teaching, I saw this big smile on her face as if telling me, "I am so happy for you!" (or maybe that's just my interpretation. hehe) Well, whatever that smile meant, I"m still very very very happy to see her. =)


9. Kuya Lem
The legendary Kuya Lem of the Department of Speech Communication and Theater Arts. Wen I went to the Radio Lab and didn't find him, I was a bit disappointed, at the same time, sad. But! He saw me! We bumped into each other and I was very very very happy! I was so excited to tell hims stuff, just like  what we used to do during our college days, when I couldn't find any place to stay in. I liked it when he excitedly asked me, "Kumusta ka na,teacher?" .. And catching up on the two years that we didn't see each other. When he learned that I was applying for a driver's license because I had a motorbike, he was like, "Bakit ka nagmomotor? Baka naman kaskasero ka,ha. Dapat hindi ka nagmomotor, delikado." My heart kinda melt (yayks) feeling the concern and kindness of a kuya, of Kuya Lem. I really really really missed him. And I still do. =)


10. Natasha aka Twinkle
Well, she was on my birthday party last month, but I always miss her still. We had this loooooong conversation about what has happened, and what has been happening to my life, my family life, work life, love life. I had a very long story to tell, and she just listened. I so love her. =)


Strangers some of them may be, but definitely, even strangers give a great impact in our lives. It was only a one-day leave, but  it was a loooong day, indeed. We made memories. =)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Tatak TIBAK

TIBAK - Tibak is a play on the Filipino word, aktibista (activist), and generally refers to activists and street parliamentarians. (http://en.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Tibak:_University_of_the_Philippines_Activists)


Activism, I believe, is not what most people think it is. When we, UP students try to express our thoughts and opinions on matters that are socially related, or even in simple discussions and we try to defend some points that we think are right, we are almost always quoted as “tibak”, with matching line, “taga-UP ka nga, aktibistang aktibista,eh”. If you come to think of it, it’s kinda offensive for us UP students, or UP people that we are called activists just because we came from UP. Yes, we are activists, but not the activists that they think we are. There is a misconception that activism is just about going out on the street, marching to Mendiola or Malacañang, holding placards and shouting their complains against the government. I remember when I was in first year college, one of my professors, (Philosophy 11), who admitted that he was a “hard-core” activist (who joined rallies every now and then), told us that if we want this country to be better, (just like what most “raliyista” want), we should study well. He told us that instead of going out on rallies, we should just give focus on our studies. In that way, according to him, we were already helping the country to be better. I could never forget that.

After that day, I thought I wanted to be an activist. I started being more vigilant and more socially-aware and concern. I shared my opinions and stand on issues in and out the campus. I started gaining information on matters that concern not only our university but the entire country as well. I started reading materials about society. I started having a “say” on what’s happening. I started to be critical. I started to be an activist. I never went out on rallies though. I never shouted on streets. I never held placards. I never marched to Mendiola or Malacañang. What I did was I finished my studies. I worked to earn money for my studies. I performed on streets. I delivered speeches in class. I shared opinions on my advocacy on quality education. I graduated without distinction but I still graduated without failing any subject. I was an activist in my own way.

Now I am teaching in a University. I am still an advocate of quality education. I try my best to give my students the best of me. I give them whatever I am capable of giving just to ensure that they get the kind of education I believe they should have for them to succeed in life. I fight against hunger, poverty, illiteracy. So I teach. I am an activist.

The term “tibak” now has a deeper sense to me.  It’s simply, generally about fighting for what you believe is right, in any way you can. It’s about being aware of what’s happening around you and doing something to solve it and not just complaining about it. Those prominent and ordinary people who go out on streets to express their protest against the government are activists. Students who study very hard to help their families afterwards are activists. Reporters and media men who give their time and risk their lives just to deliver the news accurately are activists. Doctors and medical practitioners who dedicate themselves to ensuring good health to the Filipino people are activists. Agriculturists who spend their days ensuring the quality and quantity of food supply for the country are activists. Janitors who clean the surroundings are activists. People who give alms to street children are activists. Those who turn off the light when not used to conserve energy are activists. We, in one way or another, are all activists.

Monday, January 31, 2011

NOSTALGIA


I miss them a lot. It's not just about missing them because we haven't seen or talked to each other for a while. It's also about, (and is more about) missing them because I know that right now, there's a very little possibility of us hanging out together again. I just miss talking to them, laughing with them, sharing thoughts with them. I miss them.

I must admit that I was not a perfect friend to them. There were times that "I'm always here for you" was not put into practice. I was selfish in a way. I wanted them to understand me without me thinking that they might have also wanted me to understand them. But I guess it's too late.

We were very good friends during high school days.We spent most of our vacant time together. We shared a lot - material resources, books, assignments, answers to exams, papers, ball pens, clothes, bags, food, joy, sorrow, pain, sadness, happiness, tears, laughter... We shared memories. I loved being with them. Every moment we spent together was treasured. I had a very few friends in high school. I grew up having people's eyes on me. I spent my high school years having people who didn't want to approach me simply because they thought I was "Valerie Go". But I had them. Aside from my best friend of course, I knew I had them. And I was thankful for that.
We went to college, and a lot has changed. During the first few days,weeks,and months of our college life, I would always visit Bro in her dormitory. I knew that we were all adjusting to the new environment we were in, but because Bro was the youngest among us, I wanted to stay with her to help her adjust. She made new friends, a lot of new friends. It was good, knowing that she had this certain character that most of our high school classmates did not understand. I was very happy to see her make a lot of good friends. Tol, on the other hand went to a different university. We still kept in touch, there were moments we, or I alone visited her in her school. For one semester, i lived in a dormitory near Tol's boarding house. During those times, I would always visit her in her boarding house, and just like high school days, we would share stories and thoughts (feeling excited and giddy in sharing all "new" things happening to us). 

After a year, we became busier. I started having a job in the library as a student assistant where I spent most of my vacant time. After a few months I started working as a personal tutor to Korean students, which took much of my time, not just my vacant time in school, but most of my free time.  We became busier, well, i became really busy to the point that I didn't have time to hang out with them, and worse, event o say Hi to them. Slowly, I didn't notice that I was loosing them. I did not notice that I had been spending so much time for my work, and studies, all the papers, exams, performances that school required, and all the assignments, lessons, projects that my work required. I was loosing them. 

One time, one of my students read my horoscope to me (written in their Korean newspaper). She told me that I would be invited out by a friend whom I had not seen for a long time. I never believed in horoscopes (ironic because I am half-Chinese). I just smiled and did not really thought of what the horoscope said. Then when I got home, I charged the battery of my cellphone, and when i turned it on, I found out that Bro sent me a message inviting me to lunch the following day. I was so excited and happy to receive that message. After that I thought of my Horoscope. Funny, but it came true. 

The following day, I had a very bad day. I had to start from scratch one of the papers I had to pass for my research class. I spent almost the whole day in the library looking for materials, and doing the said paper. It was almost lunch time when I realized that I had a lunch date. I felt like I wouldn't be able to finish my paper if I would eat lunch. So I just texted her that I couldn't come. I sent my apologies but I din't get any reply. I didn't think about it that much that time because I thought it was just a simple "tampururot". But it wasn't. I wanted to explain my side but, as always, "I didn't have the time".

The three of us met again one time in an event for the UAAP hurdles competition (or something like that). One of the varsity players of UST was Tol's "prospect". I didn't know about it, I didn't know about him. But then, we watched the event. There was an awkward feeling, something that maybe I created, or something that maybe WE created, or the situation created? I don't know. The feeling was just so awkward. i didn't feel comfortable with them anymore. I wanted to give them a hug and tell them how much I missed them, but it felt awkward for me to do that. I had to go to work that afternoon so I wasn't able to spend much time with them. They told me not to go, "minsanlangnaman 'to". But I thought, I really needed money. I couldn't afford to be absent for one day because I would loose a lot.  That's one thing I had always wanted them to understand, that I was different. My situation was different. Unlike them, I didn't have the luxury of time to spend hanging out with friends. Unlike them, I had to spend time to work, just to support my studies. There are things that I HAD to do, that they didn't.

It was almost graduation, I had my final defense for my thesis. That night, I had the chance to chat with Bro (through YM), and ask her out for lunch the following day. Jokingly, she told me just to text her because I might not show up again. So I did. When I woke up the following day, I immediately sent her a message telling her what time I would be able to arrive to school (I lived in Makati that time, about an hour away from UP). I got no reply. I came to school and texted her again, but still no reply. It was almost 1pm, so I decided to just attend the thesis defense of my friend. I was still bothered because I knew something was wrong. I asked Tol if Bro had a new number but she said no. I asked her to send me her number (because I realized that I was using a different phone, and her number in my sim might be different from her number in my old phone). And yes! I got the number. (I got no reply because I was textin the wrong number!) I immediately texted Bro and explained to her what happened. But I only got the message "excuses". I had to leave to work that time. I kept on telling her I was sorry but I didn't get any reply anymore. 

I saw her again after a few weeks, and I said sorry. But she just ignored me and told me she was busy. I almost cried and I felt that tears were about to burst out so I decided to leave and let her go. After that we never saw each other again, up until now.

As to Tol, we really didn't have anything that we fought about, or anything, like what Bro and I had. But then, that's it. We didn;t have anything. We simply lost our communication. She told me that I never texted her even just to say hi. I was guilty.

I wanted them to understand that I didn't have so much time to spend with them because I was busy at my work. I wanted them to understand that I had to work. 

But my best friend made me realize that they also needed me. That they also wanted  me to understand that they needed me as a friend. They wanted me to understand that they had always wanted to spend time with me but "I was busy" and "I didn't have the time". Maybe I felt that they did not understand me, but maybe they did, they just got tired of doing so. 
  
Until now, we haven't really talked about us. We haven't really discussed things. I don't know if it would still happen, but I hope it would. 

We have our own lives now. They're still friends; they still hang out with each other. I am happy for them. I get updates from other friends, or from their facebook accounts. I still miss them. It's just so sad that this has to happen.




Saturday, January 29, 2011

I'm Also not an Environmentalist but....

I am reposting this note written by a good friend. I know exactly what he feels coz just like him, I am also not an environmentalist but I know how to give at least a little concern for the environment. It saddens me (at the same time annoys me) that these students do not know how to care about their environment. What bothers me more are their selfish ideologies and principles in life. This is not just a simple issue of "throwing your own trash" neither is it just an issue of caring for the environment. i believe that this is also an issue of how the youth of this generation think. If these students are saying that it is not their responsibility to throw their trash because they are not janitors, then something is wrong with their thinking. I believe that we should do something about this matter.


I'm not an Environmentalist but.....

by Julius Tolentino on Friday, January 28, 2011 at 9:52pm
"I need to contain my Anger coz some people cannot contain their stupidity"

This particular post caught my attention one windy afternoon while i was browsing my FB account, and immediately, i realized that this is the perfect quote to summarize what i feel towards the impossible situation of UNDISCIPLINED and IRRESPONSIBLE students who leave their trash on the tables on the MINI FOREST or the bleachers of JOSON gymnasium...... 

Everyday, i pass by the Mini forest bcoz my classroom is located at the edge of the earth (it's so far that some students graduate without even seeing the said room) and what i see everyday is the plastic cups and junk food wrappers scattered about on top of the tables (which automatically ruins my day = trouble for my students).

What irks me more is the fact that the trash bins (which comes in a screaming and HIGHLY RECOGNIZABLE color of RED bearing the name of the University complete with LOGO are CONVENIENTLY located near these said tables and bleachers... But unfortunately SOME students are too lazy to stand and throw their trash in these said bins OR THEY SIMPLY HAVEN'T SEEN OR HEARD OF A TRASH BIN BEFORE (the latter being more likely)......

And don't get me started on the SCHOOL CANTEEN, i mean how UNCIVILIZED can you get?! I'm not bragging (oh, wait, maybe I am) but back in my college days, in the University from which i came from (My heart is Green by the way), students have the decency to place their used plates and other utensils into the specified areas designated in the canteen, to think that this school has been stereotyped as for RICH kids only (which by the way is TOTALLY NOT TRUE).

But what really blew my fuse was a comment that i heard from a STUDENT, which goes something along the lines of "Bakit ako maglilinis, janitor ba ako?". That line right there really PISSED me off that i had to drink my favorite MILO (shameless promotion) to calm down. I wanted to scream right there and then if not for the other students who were with me at that time.....

My point? Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the students (I'm not saying all) are forgetting that we are in a GOVERNMENT University, meaning, we cannot afford the luxury of other PRIVATE UNIVERSITIES (e.g Janitors for each room) that is why we, YES, WE all need to do our part in maintaining what our University provides for us.. and the simplest way we can help is by keeping the University Clean, (which isn't so hard to do if you think about it, though some people, in my opinion don't really use the thing between their ears; protected by their skulls.)

What i really wanna say is that, what's happening here is a classic case of "ALL PEOPLE WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN BUT NOBODY WANTS TO DIE" syndrome, where in, people keep yapping about this and that but nobody wants to move or take action.....

So next time, before you start complaining, ask yourself if you have done something to resolve that particular problem......

(Ohhhhh, a flying cow!!)

*Stops typing and chases the flying cow*

Monday, January 24, 2011

A Good Read. =)

An e-mail I received from a friend on the time I thought I needed it most. 

Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago, writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:

"Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith.

That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.. I
immediately filed Tommy under 'S' for strange... Very strange.

Tommy turned out to be the 'atheist in residence' in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an
unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.

When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, 'Do you think I'll ever find God?'

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. 'No!' I said very emphatically.

'Why not,' he responded, 'I thought that was the product you were pushing.'

I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out, 'Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!' He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.

I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line -- He will find you! At least I thought it was clever.  Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.

Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me.  When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. 

'Tommy, I've thought about you so often; I hear you are sick,' I blurted out.

'Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks...'

'Can you talk about it, Tom?' I asked.

'Sure, what would you like to know?' he replied.

'What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?

'Well, it could be worse.

'Like what?

'Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in life..

I began to look through my mental file cabinet under 'S' where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)

'But what I really came to see you about,' Tom said, 'is something you said to me on the last day of class.' (He remembered!) He continued, 'I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.

(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!)

'But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God.. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.

'Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an afterlife, or anything like
that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.''

'So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad.. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him.. 'Dad.

'Yes, what?' he asked without lowering the newspaper.

'Dad, I would like to talk with you.'

'Well, talk.

'I mean . It's really important.'

The newspaper came down three slow inches. 'What is it?'

'Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that.' Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.  'The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me..'

'It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years.

'I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.

'Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through.  C'mon, I'll give you three days, three weeks.''

'Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me! You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him.'

'Tommy,' I practically gasped, 'I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that. He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in
love is living with God and God is living in him.' Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it would not be half as effective as if you were to tell it.

'Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class.'

'Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call.'

In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.

However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed.  He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a
life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.

Before he died, we talked one last time.

'I'm not going to make it to your class,' he said.

'I know, Tom.'

'Will you tell them for me? Will you tell the whole world for me?'

I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best.'

So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them, Tommy, as best I could.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Why in BSU?








Just some of the reasons  =)

“Living A Heroic Life” by Gabriela M. Francisco. Summa Cum Laude 2008

My fellow Filipinos:

We tread on hallowed ground. We walk in the company of heroes. Within these same corridors and classrooms that have seen better days, we cram for tests, eat fishballs and tapsilog from Rodic’s, grab a few minutes of much needed sleep. However, we are not alone. Hush a while. Listen. Can’t you feel the lingering presence of martyrs and student activists, the intangible yet undeniable left-over vestiges of genius, youthful idealism and passionate patriotism? Past presidents of the country and National Artists who have since passed away – heroes all, in their own right – are with us still.
One national hero who strikes me as being very U.P. is Apolinario Mabini. I’m pretty sure that had U.P. been in existence back then, he would have been one of the first students or professors lecturing here, living up to his title of being “The Brains of the Revolution.”
The Ateneo had Jose Rizal, and had he lived today, we can picture him sitting in a Starbucks café, surrounded by piles of books and typing away furiously at a laptop. Antonio Luna would have fit right in with the future generals at the PMA. It takes little effort to imagine him dressed in fatigues, huffing and puffing as he jogged up an uphill path in the City of Pines. But Apolinario Mabini is purely U.P. Born to a poor family who could barely make both ends meet, this man has been described by Arthur MacArthur as “a highly educated young man who, unfortunately, is paralyzed. He has a classical education, a very flexible, imaginative mind… He is a dreamy man, but has a very firm character and of very high accomplishments. He would undoubtedly be of great use in the future of those islands.”
Apolinario Mabini wrote in his Decalogue:
            “Thou shalt love thy country after God and thy honor and more than thyself: for she is the only Paradise which God has given thee in this life, the only patrimony of thy race, the only inheritance of thy ancestors and the only hope of thy posterity.”
            He goes on to say:
            “Thou shalt strive for the happiness of thy country before thy own, making of her the kingdom of reason, of justice and of labor: for if she be happy, thou, together with thy family, shalt likewise be happy.”
I choose to share Mabini’s words because I feel that this is what UP graduates need to hear. Written over a century ago, his words still ring true today.
From the very first, beginning with the orientation given us as freshmen and expounded upon in our G.E. classes, our egos have been nourished with sayings such as “We are the best of the best, the crème de la crème.” But always, always, accompanied by the reminder to whom we owe our education: to our country and to our people. I imagine that this held true even a century ago, that professors have unceasingly preached this heady blend of flattery and reminder from the first time UP opened its gates to the best and the brightest of Filipino students.
In generations past, it was relatively easier to pick a side. Nationwide issues weren’t as muddied up as they are now, with hundreds of shades of grey to choose from and no longer simply in black and white. It is no wonder that many students are confused when they come here fresh from the province or that conservative high school, only to find themselves in a melting pot of diverse beliefs and dogmas, with each group having its defenders and detractors, forcing them to CHOOSE! And they must choose a side quickly or remain a fence-sitter, a bystander at the fringes of unfolding history.
A lot of us have experienced the pressure to join rallies and boycott classes, or risk being called “indifferent” and “apathetic.” But such censure is neither fair nor complete if in sticking to one’s studies, by faithfully going to class and attending lectures, by fulfilling the mission given to oneself in the meantime, one always keeps in mind that time spent away from one’s studies is the money of one’s less fortunate countrymen gone to waste.
Showing one’s patriotism isn’t limited to the rallying, the battle cries and the marching on the streets. There is a patriotism of a quieter sort, the patriotism I see in my less fortunate classmates who skip meals just so they can have enough fare money to come to class. There is the patriotism of the athlete from the College of Human Kinetics, who comes to training barefooted, not having enough money to purchase a new pair of shoes, so he can do a good job representing the country in a competition abroad. There is patriotism and courage in hundreds of such UP students who fully appreciate the gift they’ve been given and value their education such that they will not let horrendous traffic, nor floods brought about by typhoons, nor incredible distances, nor any lack of resources to prevent them from coming to school. Such dedication and commitment in the face of adversity cannot be called anything else but “heroic.” This is the heroic patriotism demonstrated by the UP isko in courageously going to school, despite any and all the hardships, garnering excellent marks and graduating at the top of one’s class. But patriotism doesn’t end there. Rather, the true test is how we live our lives AFTER we leave the UP.
            One need not look hard nor far for examples of everyday heroism. I see it in our professors, who have forsaken better-paying jobs in order to remain at the UP, mentoring the brightest minds and the brightest beacons of hope for the country. I see it in the brilliant UP grad who goes abroad for higher studies, is given the chance to exchange her visa for a green card, but gives it up to return home so she can spend her most productive years giving back to the country and the people to whom she owes her education. I see it in our parents, who sacrifice greatly so they can pay for the cost of our plates and extra lab fees, sometimes to the point of giving up their dreams so we can have a chance at achieving ours.
In a few minutes, we will be known as UP graduates. We do not have the luxury to choose whether or not to stay in the country, and get paid in paltry pesos when we can be paid the full value of our worth abroad. That choice has already been made for us, and paid for by the blood of our forefathers and the sweat and toil of past generations. From the beginning, our time, and even our very lives, do not belong solely to us. The Filipino people have paid, and paid dearly so we could be educated at the premiere state university. Isn’t it only just that we UP graduates be prepared to do our people the same honor they have shown us?
Like Mabini, others might consider UP graduates paralyzed by circumstance, forced to submit to the tyranny of materialism and the call to migrate abroad in order to have a “better life.”
But, like Mabini, I pray that we learn to rise above the constrictions of fortune, that we do not let the hindrances of our present circumstances dictate the outcome of our future. I pray that, as we leave college and strike out on our own, reaching for our dreams, we do not forget to place our dreams in the setting of home and hearth.
I urge you, fellow graduates and fellow Filipinos, to make this solemn pledge with me to uphold the core values of excellence, leadership and service that UP has instilled in us. Make the commitment, the one I’m swearing to right now, to offer your country and your people, your all… for your country and your people deserve nothing less.
May we all lead heroic lives worthy of the title “Iskolar ng Bayan” conferred on us, and worthy of the name “Filipino.”
Mabuhay ka, Iskolar ng Bayan… Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan!
            A pleasant evening to all.

Comfort Women

This was one of the papers I submitted for my Fil50 (Panitikan ng Pilipinas) class when I was in 4th year college. After reading it again, I suddenly remembered the time we were with Lola Regina, and now I wonder where she is. =(



Si Lola Regina

            Madami na akong napag-aralan tungkol sa mga “comfort women” mula sa iba’t ibang aklat ng kasaysayan mula pa noong bata ako. Masasabi kong maswerte ako dahil bata pa lamang ako, kahit hindi pa man naming pinag-aaralan sa paaralan ang tungkol sa mga nangyari noong Ikalawang Digmaang Pandaigdig, ay marami rami na akong alam tungkol sa mga pangyayari noong panahong iyon. Sundalo noon ang aking lolo at isa siya sa mga Pilipinong sundalong nakipaglaban noong panahon ng Hapon. Madalas niya kaming kwentuhan ng kanyang mga karanasan sa giyera. Kaya naman kahit ito ang unang pagkakataon kong makapanayam si Lola Regina, na naging ‘comfort woman” noong panahon ng hapon, ay hindi na din bago para sa akin ang mga naikwento niya sa amin. Bukod sa mga kwento ng aking lolo ay mayroon na din akong nabasang mga aklat na nagkwekwento ng buhay ng mga “comfort women” noong nag-aaral pa ako ng Kas1. Marahil ang masasabi kong bago sa akin, at, para sa akin ay siyang pinakamahalagang bahagi ng aming panayam, ay ang mga personal na karanasan pagsubok na pinagdaanan ni Lola Regina bago, habang at matapos ang giyera.
            Hindi naging ganoon kalinaw sa akin ang ibang detalye ng kwento ni Lola Regina dahil na din sa madami kaming mag-aaral ang nakikipanayam sa kanya, at hindi na din naman kaya pa ni Lola na lakasan pa ang kaniyang boses. Gayunpaman, madami akong natutunan sa kaniyang kwento, lalo pa’t sa edad na 78 ay malinaw pa din sa kaniyang isipan ang mga pangyayari sa kaniyang buhay, at handing handa siyang ilahad ang lahat. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, trese-anyos siya noon nang dukutin ng mga Hapon at dalhin sa isang lugar sa Pampanga. Ayon sa kaniya, hindi pa siya dinadatnan noon ng regla, at wala siyang kaalam alam sa mga pinaggagawa sa kaniya ng mga sundalong Hapon. Ang alam lang niya ay “Hayop talaga ang mga Hapon noon, kahit batang Hapon, mga walang puso.” Saksi siya sa pagpaslang ng mga Hapon sa kaniyang mga magulang, kapatid, at iba pang kaanak. Sa murang edad, sa isang iglap, naulila siya, nawalan ng pamilya. Nang dalhin siya sa isang bahay ay sinimulan siyang pagpasapasahan ng mg asundalong Hapon. Ayon sa kaniya, sa silong ng bahay kung saan siya pinagdalhan, habang ginagahasa siya, ay nakikita niya ang iba pang babaeng ginagahasa sa itaas ng bahay. Wala siyang magawa kundi ang umiyak. Araw-araw ay hubo’t hubad siya sa silong. Pagkaalis ng isang grupo ng sundalong gumahasa sa kanila, ay may kapalit na naming isa pang grupo. Ito ng naging buhay niya sa araw-araw hanggang sa maitakas siya ng isang gerilya. Noon ay muli siyang literal na nadamitan. Nagkaroon din siya ng bagong pag-asa. Sa pagsama niya sa mga gerilya at pagiging kasapi ng HULBALAHAP ay natuto siyang lumaban laban sa mga Hapon. Natuto din siyang humawak ng armas bilang sandata. Puno siya ng galit noong mga panahaong iyon. Nang patapos na ang giyera, at unti unti nang umaalis ang mga Hapon sa Pilipinas, unti unti na ding naubos ang mga gerilya. Isang araw nang makakita siya ng isang Hapon ay pinaghahampas niya ito sa sobrang galit. Hindi niya sinabi kuna napatay ba niya ang Hapong iyon ngunit ayon kay Lola ay halos hindi na makatayo ang Hapon sa sobrang pagkabugbog.
            Matapos ang giyera ay sumama siya sa iba pa niyang natirang kamag-anak sa pag-aakalang pag-aaralin siya ng mga ito. Ngunit sa edad na kinse, kung tama ang aking naaalala, ay ipinakasal siya ng kaniyang mga kamag-anak. Hindi natuloy ang sinabing pagpapaaral sa kanya. Ayon nga kay Lola, ni hindi niya alam isulat ang kaniyang pangalan. Bata pa at wala pang alam sa buhay may-asawa si Lola Regina, ngunit gayon pa man, ay pinangatawanan niya ang pagiging isang asawa at ina sa anim na sanggol na naging bunga ng kanilang pagsasama. Ngunit dahil na din sa hindi naman nila mahal ang isa’t isa, ay naghiwalay din sila kinalaunan. Mag-isa niyang itinaguyod ang kaniyang mga anak at buong pagmamalaki niyang sinabi sa aming napagtapos niya ang mga ito. Kitang kita kung gaano ka-proud si Lola habang kinukwento niyang napagtapos niya ng arkitektura ang isa niyang anak.
            Naging matahimik naman ang buhay niy amatapos ang giyera, at pinili na lamang niyang ilihim kahit sa sariling pamilya ang mga pinagdaanan niy anoong panahn ng Hapon. Masakit pa din sa kaniya ang mga naganap at hindi pa niya kayang ilahad ang mga ito. Ngunit isang araw ay hinikayat siya ng isang kaibigan na ilahad ang kaniyang kwento sa telebisyon. Matagal niyang pinag-isipan ito hanggang sa magdesisyong makipanayam kay Mel Tiangco upang ilahad ang kaniyang kwento. Noong panahong iyon lamang din nalaman ng kaniyang pamilya, particular na ng kaniyang mga anak ang kaniyang karanasan. Nakaklungkot dahil bukod sa pagkagulat, ay nagalit din ang ilan sa kaniyang mga anak dahil daw sa ‘ginahasa pala siya ng mga Hapon’. Paliwanag lagi ni Lola, “Hindi ko ginusto iyon. Hindi pa kayo tao noong nangyari yun.” Gayunpaman, hindi naglaon ay iniwan na din siya ng kaniyang mga anak.
            Naging aktibo si Lola Regina sa paglilingkod sa simbahan. Ayon sa kaniya ay malaking tulong ang kanyang paglalahad ng kaniyang kwento, at ang pagsisilbi niya sa simbahan upang unti unting maghilom ang sugat na dala ng digmaan. Hindi naglaon ay tuluyan na niyang napatawad ang mga Hapon. Ayon sa kaniya, habang kinukwento niya nag mga karanasan niya noon, ay wala na siyang kahit anong sakit na nararamdaman, patunay ng kaniyang lubos na pagpapatawad sa mga nanakit at lumapastangan sa kaniya. Hindi daw madali ang proseso, ngunit dahil sa kaniyang pananalig sa Panginoon ay natutunan niyang magpatawad at lumimot.
            Aminado si Lola na noong mga panahong ginagahasa siya ng mga Hapon ay hindi lang minsan niya hiniling na mamatay na lang. ngunit nawalan man siya ng pag-asa, ni minsan ay hindi daw niya sinisi ang Panginoon sa mga nangyari, dahil alam niyang dumating man siya sa puntong nawalan siya ng pag-asa at hirap na hirap na siya ay iniligtas pa rin siya ng Panginoon. Ang kaniyang pananampalataya ang siyang tumulong sa kaniya upang malagpasan ang bawat araw na pinagdaanan niya noong panahon ng Hapon, at magpahanggang ngayon.
            Alam man ni Lola kung nasaan ang kaniyang mga anak, ay wala na din daw silang gaanong komunikasyon. Nakakalungkot isipin na ganito ang naging reaksyon ng kaniyang mga anak. Ngunit marahil nga ay may plano talaga ang Panginoon.
            Nang tanungin naming si Lola Regina kung mayroon pa ba siyang nais hilingin sa Panginoon, ang sabi niya ay wala na. Ngunit dahil makulit kami, pinilit pa din naming siyang humiling. Ang sabi niya, hiling lamang niya ay ang magkaroon pa siya ng malakas na pangangatawan at mabuting kalusugan sa araw-araw upang mkapagsilbi pa sa kaniyang kapwa. Masaya na daw siya sa kaniyang buhay ngayon, at masaya siyang maibahagi ang kaniyang kwento sa mga kabataang tulad namin.
            Sa pagtatapos n gaming panayam, pinayuhan kami ni Lola Regina na pagbutihin an gaming pag-aaral, at huwag na huwag makakalimot sa Panginoon. Sa simula pa lamang ng umaga, pagmulat ng ating mga mata, ay nararapat lamang na magpasalamt tayo sa isa pang araw na ibinigy Niya sa atin.
            Masaya ako na naging bahagi ako ng pagtitipong ito nina lola. Wala akong kinalakihang lola kaya naman tuwang tuwa akong makita si Lola Regina at ang iba pa niyang kaibigan. Nakatutuwang isipin na sa kabila ng lahat lahat ng hirap na kanilang pinagdaanan noon ay heto sila at patuloy na nakakangiti at nagsasaya.