| Isang Linggong Pagiging Iskolar ng Bayan |
[24 Jun 2006|07:59pm] |
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Kapag pinagmasdan mo ang kalagayan ng aming mga silid-aralan at ikumpara sa silid ng mga kilalang unibersidad sa ating bansa... mararamdaman mo ang nararamdaman ko ngayon.
Panghihinayang. Kakulangan.
Ang sakit isipin na mas pinahahalagahan ng ating gobyerno ang ating militar kaysa sa aming mga iskolar niya. Na ang nakalaang halaga para sa mga estudyante ng ating budget ay nagawa pa niyang bawasan upang ipagkaloob sa mga militar. Ang sakit isipin na bagamat mahirap ang buhay ngayon, nagawa pang itaas ng pamahalaan ang matrikula ng mga nag-aaral ng medisina sa Maynila at ito ay gawing P 1,000 para sa bawat yunit.
Ang sakit isipin na ang aming mga guro ay di nakatatanggap ng sapat na benepisyo at halaga ng sweldo... ang aming mga propesor ay hindi nabibigyan ng karampatang pagpapahalaga.
Isang linggo pa lamang akong pumapasok bilang isang iskolar ngunit ganito na karami ang aking sentimyento sa ating pamahalaan, sa ating komunidad. Nakalulungkot isiping maraming kaisipan at talento ang hindi nagagamit at nahahasa nang mabuti sa mga estudyante dahil sa kakulangan ng pasilidad.
Sabi nila, ang unibersidad ng isang estado ang sumasalamin sa tunay nitong kalagayan...
Sa loob lamang ng isang linggong nakalipas, nakita ko ang tunay na estado ng ating bansa. Sa pamamagitan ng aking paaralan, napagmasdan ko ang tunay na larawan ng ating bansa...
Tayo ay dahan-dahang nagiging marupok, tulad ng aming gusali (Humanities). Tayo ay paikot-ikot lamang sa kahirapan, tulad ng aming diskusyon sa Filipino. Tayo ay nagmimistulang kulungan, hindi tayo isang 'nation-state' ayon sa aking guro sa Soc Sci. Hindi tayo matapos-tapos sa ating mga balak tungo sa kaunlaran, tulad ng Chem building naming noong 2002 pa itinatayo. Ang ating mga opisyal ay mayayabang, mararamot at walang respeto at awa sa kapwa, tulad ng kaklase ko sa Pol Sci.
Ngunit hindi tayo nagpapatinag bagamat tayo'y nakakaharap sa ganitong mga suliranin, gagawin pa rin natin ang lahat ng ating makakaya dahilalam nating may pag-asa...
Tulad ng mga mag-aaral ng UP.
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| My new lovelife |
[20 Jun 2006|04:15pm] |
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Okay, so I know my last entry was really depressing and all, but don't worry, this one is definitely not.
Thank God for giving me the people I met... they eased my homesickness.
June 19, 2006
This isn't really our official first day of classes but we had activities so it seemed like it was our first day.
I really had fun! As in. Although my feet were sore, my lungs were gasping for air and my entire muscular system is screaming with exhaustion, it was worth it. We had a tour around the lower part of our school by foot!
And you know what I discovered?
I discovered how beautiful my school is. It was really rich not only with trees, plants, and animals... it was rich with history, beliefs and cultures. It felt like I was having a trip to another country... to another world. A world where everything is beautiful and clean.
I also enjoyed the company of Claire and our blockmates. Everything was really complementing each other, the mood, the people, the laughter, the ambience, the environment.
I love it.
June 20, 2006
I started my day by waking up at around 5:00 am. Thanks to Claire...she woke me up and saved a space for me in the queue outside the shower doors(I know my school is just outside our dorm's gate, but I live in Men's Dorm so waking up early to take a bath is crucial.)
I was done at around 6:30 am. Claire, Lara, and I (accompanied by our new roommates) all headed to the freedom park/amphitheater. It was so cool. We had our "almusalang bayan" where all the orgs, frats and sororities came together to provide breakfast for the freshies. We also met with the other Scholasticans: Chris, Ahlee, Ica, Jet, Krystel and Vane (escorted by her Nikko)
Afterwards, we went our separate ways since there was a convocation held in our respective courses.
Then, again, my fellow Com Arts and I went our separate ways (after getting our ids) to go to our respective classes.
Today, I attended 3 classes: PolSci, SpeechCom, and Eng 2. Unfortunately, our Eng 2 professor did not arrive so we decided to just leave.
I think I am really gonna like my SpeechCom prof. He seems to be someone I could really relate to and learn from.
I am falling in love with my new school. I hope it catches me...
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| Tedium...Tedium... and more Tedium |
[27 May 2006|03:08pm] |
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I attempted to become productive last night but sadly... again, I have failed. I really do not know how to write a story! Ha!
Here are the first few sentences from my "story":
Goodbye. Sadly, I have to start this story with the word which should signal its end. Although this is so, this word, however, is the key which leads to the part of my life when my story becomes worth telling, worth hearing and worth reading. Goodbye becomes the indication of my comprehension that the pain included in this experience is, for the lack of more sensible words to use, worth experiencing.
Undoubtedly, it is LAME. It could not get any worse than this. I envy Kisho for she could create an award-winning short story overnight.(remember the piece she passed for the short story contest?)
****Change of subject*****
Lara researched the UP GE courses for Psychology in Diliman. Apparently, most of these subjects are not included in my current subjects. Oh, God. Will I be able to transfer and graduate?
****Change of subject****
Hi,Ragene!:) We saw each other in RP last Thursday.
****Change of subject****
I love Lifehouse. Thanks for lending me the cd, Ica.:)
My favorite song in the album:"Undone" (to all my friends, this one's for you...)
I can see it your eyes you're hurting
But pain is part of learning who you are
All these truths can sometimes be deceiving
When your whole world comes crashing to the ground
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
You know I can't be like everybody
Cause I can't tell you what you want to hear
I don't know if I can make it better
All I know is I will be around
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
When all your plans are made out lying on the floor
and all your dreams are turning into nothing more
When all your hope has left you know you're not alone
Just hold on
Hold on
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
****Change of subject****
Here is another paragraph from my "story":
Yes, the pain. Once upon a time, I believed this pain is nothing but a mere exaggeration created by romantic novelists in order to sell their books. My "philosophy" on love was that of a cynic, on pain that of a bum. For me, pain is simply something temporary; like the sting you feel when you prick yourself with a needle, or the sensation in your skin when you become in contact with a heated skillet during the rare times you try to cook food and fail. To make it shorter, I was so sure that pain can't kill you, that pain can't make you "lose your mind", that pain will always be physical and given time, it shall be gone.
Nice try, sucker.
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