
Since it's Christmas, let's paint the town RED!
What a better way to express your glee of the season!
There’s nothing merrier this season than being blessed each
day…
Earlier, I was engaged on one of
my life’s “firsts”, and I’m talking about the traditional Misa de Gallo. Yes,
you read it right. Check the time I’ve posted this.
Why one of my life’s “firsts’?
Simple… this would be the first time I’ve completed the Misa de Gallo, Simbang
Gabi as others call it. From last December 16 till earlier today, December 24,
I’ve accomplished attending the 9 mornings of ritual masses at exactly 4:30AM
at our village church (though I admit there were days I was late…).
The cold morning breeze did not
stop my intentions of attending the mass, nor did my usual laziness every after
I awoke. Dizziness attacked me a couple of times, but I fought back by singing,
together with the church choir. And to top it all, I’ve never done such a
thing, where I wake up that early – around 4:00AM or so – and prepare to go to
church. I did all of that… for my sacrifices, I know, will be worth it.
Of course, there is a reason
behind all of these. I was teased by the “fact” of this belief, for even before
it was believed by many to be true, that once you’ve completed this 9 morning
ritual masses, you can have a wish – and it will come true!
And yes, I have a wish. But I
won’t say it here. Well, it’s not for me anyway. It’s for someone dear to me,
someone whose existence has been a very wonderful blessing in my life. And in
return for that someone’s magical blessing to me, I dedicate to that someone
this wish. Though I know this is not enough, returning the favor in this little
way is the only thing I can offer right now. I hope Jesus grants this wish…
And for that someone, YOU KNOW
WHO YOU ARE… if only words could express how much thankful I am for having you
beside me. Have a blessed Christmas! Cheers!
I guess I’m really blessed each
day, aren’t I?
In my show,
the spotlights are always focused wherever I go on stage. In my stage, I
move alone and I stand with my own shoes.
In my shoes, there is me – the very person I’m most anxious to know.
Who
would’ve imagined that this boy, who was once – or should I say always – looked
up to by his audience, is also a failure?
Twelve
years ago, one of the best dreams I had was introduced to me.
As a
child, I love to explore things, things which I don’t know if I have in me or
not. Looking back, I was first introduced to singing. I was a part of our
village children’s choir where we got to sing on masses every Sundays and on
special occasions. I then thought singing would be my life, my show. But not since in Grade 1, that was
November 1994, that I knew I have more talents to explore. It was for our
school’s foundation week, and that was a presentation for our section’s field
demonstration. We were asked to do Lambada,
and yes! Lambada was my first dance!
I remember the feeling of wearing red shorts and red and white polka-dot polo,
and swaying my hips to the tune of the music, my goodness! Was I that good? Was
I really a better dancer, than a choir member? That was answered on my
succeeding student years. Ever since I grooved to the Lambada, I was always asked to be on dance numbers whenever there
are occasions to celebrate at school. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve already danced
to the beat of Lambada, to Lick It, to Twist It, to Oh! Carol,
to Dr. Jones, to Everybody (Backstreet’s Back), to The Venga Bus, to (You Drive
Me) Crazy, to Space Cowboys, to Larusso, to Oops! I Did It Again, to Stronger,
to Pop, to I’m A Slave 4 U, to Like I
Love You, to Get Busy, to I’m Good, to Bump, Bump, Bump, to Take It
To The Floor, to Chocolate, to Pinoy Ako and all the way up to Nothing In This World and SOS (Rescue Me). In my 13 years of
student con dancer career, those were just 22 songs which I remember I’ve
danced to, not to mention cotillions, proms, and other dance numbers which I
can’t remember now. Imagine, I could’ve put up a dance album with all of those!
My show has been thru a lot already,
and I’m proud to say that I enjoyed it. And I never imagined that I would get
tired of doing my show, until…
Three
semesters ago, the worst of my worst nightmares came to picture.
It
was the start of my first semester as a sophomore, and it was a blast! The one
who welcomed me to it was not my classroom, nor my books, but the stage. No, it was not my stage at all. I remember those days
wherein I go to school not for lessons, but for dance rehearsals. Dancing for
me is not just a mere talent, but an art, an expression of oneself – I so love
dancing! The date was June 19, 2005, where I got the chance to conquer that stage. I thought that would be a great launch
for a new year in college, but I was wrong. After I conquered that stage, the next minutes, hours, days,
and weeks that passed determined the nightmare I was about to face that time. Tardiness
struck the whole me, I’ve had a series of absences, late comings, and stolen
dreamy moments during class hours. And so, though in the littlest percent I did
not imagine it would be happening, I received a grade of 5.0! Yes, the lowest
grade – if you call it a grade – the university could ever give to its
scholars, which symbolizes dumbness, weakness, and failure. That 5.0 was given
to me by my Economics professor, who told me that I wasn’t able to survive her
standards and methods in teaching. The sum up of my grade, according to her own computations, was 74% which only
needs one more percent to pass a certain subject. I was devastated! I did
everything I can, but what’s done is done. I never blamed dancing before since I
knew I have that talent, but it was changed. I guess the stage really never became mine that time.
When
that happened, I thought it was the end of my show… that it would be the time that I should step down on my stage.
But
I never did.
Instead
of stepping down my stage, what I did
was I continued playing the music, followed the spotlights, and continued
dancing – I did not stop my show.
I
came to realize that as long as I put on my dancing shoes, I could still continue what I love to do. That if I know how
to get up even from the messiest thing I’ve done, I’ll manage to survive and go
on with what I have and what I’ve become in life. And that the most important
thing is I’ve learned. After that devastating semester, I regained myself from
the humiliation and redeemed my old self to patch up what has been missing with
my life lately. I became, for the very first time in my college life, a part of
the dean’s lists for two consecutive semesters. My grades also poured in, in
higher numbers! Not to mention my first 1.0 in a subject. I did not dare myself
on getting rid of my dancing shoes,
and now here I am, enjoying what I love to do, not only in academics, but on
self-fulfillment as well. I’m glad I did not change my tactics; I still stick
to having dancing shoes with a good
fit.
My
learning I guess won’t end here, too. After all, I still have a long way to go,
and a bigger stage to perform unto.
Though it’s already a cliché, I’m proud to say that I know how to dance according to life’s many tunes, not only
literally.
In
my life’s show, the spotlights are
still focused on me wherever I go on stage.
In my life’s stage, I still move
according to my own will with my own shoes.
And in my life, my shoes, there is
still me – the very person I’m still most
anxious to know more.
Deconstructed
A common mindset of everyone: scholars are
gifted, scholars are remarkably intelligent people. The reputation is big, yet
too risky to satisfy – especially if a student is deconstructed inside-out.
Young
thinkers of today are comprised of variety of students, including the scholars.
And if you say scholar, there’s always a school that first pops out from
everybody’s head – and yes, it is, our ever-loved, University of the
That UPian’s always dominate the other:
UP dito, others doon as they say it.
But,
like everything else, being a UPian has its price; and that is the problem of
these scholars of the nation, they do not inculcate in their minds the value of
being branded as a UPian.
Because
of their high respect for their own crowd and their unleveled intelligence, UPians tend to be unreasonable, egoistic,
and pathetic students; or others call it as deconstructed people inside-out.
Yes, they have this culture where they are united as one, but having such
so-called brilliant minds is enough!
The nation does not need future leaders who are intolerant.
Last
September 17 of this year, a grand gathering was put up by the Public Relations
Society of the
to showcase the different school’s pride on the field of Public Relations. It
was a Grand Prix, where participating students from different schools are about
to present a PR Campaign about reading in
somewhere in
passed their contest pieces, five among the 19 were chosen to present their
work in public, they are the Colegio De San Juan De Letran, University of Asia
and the Pacific, University of the Philippines – Manila, University of the
Philippines – Diliman, and Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila, where PLM happens
to be the defending champion from the previous year’s Grand Prix. And of course
as expected, their grand battle was hotly controversial.
Though
it was evident, both in the paper work and creannovative presentation, that PLM
still deserved the first place, the scholars of Atienza were magnanimous even
in defeat. But the question here is not whether who should have won, but what
on earth was the treatment of the four other schools towards PLM? It was like
having Voltes V in four major parts instead of five against the mildness of
Cinderella. Still, four against one is unfair. PLMayers were not treated well
by the joined forces of the four other schools – and yes, it was lead by the
UPians, their Steve Armstrong. The students of Letran and UA&P did not even
realize that only UPians benefited from what they’ve done to PLM. Why? Do they
have the name? Are they branded the way UPians are branded? No, they’re not!
In
this context, UPians did not only stoop down from their usual expected level, but also reflected the rotting
system inside the four corners of both their classroom and brain. Likewise,
following such gruesome acts were not tolerable for Letran and UA&P
students as well, for it only showed their low capacity of standing on their
own and making a name out of their own efforts. Instead of joining forces and
competing unfairly with PLM, those others
should have at least considered that they are the pride of their school, and
that they solely carry their school’s epitome.
Now,
can we say that these are the future leaders of this third-world country?
Indeed, they are all considered deconstructed people, inside-out. No doubt
about it.
Hero
Once there was a little girl who dreamed of becoming a hero to make a difference for her family. She was Eding, and her own fairy tale started 56 years ago in a small bungalow house somewhere in the not so far away city of
The fifth among the twelve children on their family, Eding’s eyes was bared on the real world at an early age. As one of the oldest, she weighed some sacrifices for her younger siblings’ sake. Among the lists were: taking care of her younger brothers and sisters before school, selling plastic bags on markets every after school hours, collecting clams and tahongs on weekends for food, stopped schooling so that her other younger siblings could go to school, and lived a life away from her family – which is the most heartbreaking sacrifice for her. She learned how to deal with different people and to adapt to their environment. Once or twice, she found herself nursing children of other families – in short, a yaya. She became a cook, a waitress, a cashier, a laundry-woman, a sales agent, and even accepted other jobs just to feed her family at home. She was not ashamed of how would people see her, the only thing mattered for her is that to earn for her family’s future. She worked, worked, and worked.
And like other fairy tales, she had had her share of the bright side too.
As the years passed, the little girl who once dreamed big slowly turned into a woman. A woman full of confidence, armed with knowledge, and taught by experience. Eding managed to finish her Elementary years, her High School years in which she started at the age of 18, and a Degree in Commerce in her College. Because alongside all of her hard works, she never failed to undermine her studies, for she know that someday, somehow, that would serve as a major key for achieving her big dreams. And so, it did. She became her family’s bread and butter. Eding’s efforts from her past paid off really well.
Her inspiring life story has touched many lives and still does up to now, including mine. I truly admire her confidence and dedication for her works. As a matter of fact, she had numerous awards for her service as a policewoman which testifies her as of being a very dedicated person. Yes, that little girl who was once on a rollercoaster ride before for her multitasking works turned out to be a policewoman. But she already retired, and decided to put up a small business at home where she cooks meals and sells it to her village neighbors. Up to now, she still happens to be the breadwinner and still continues to support her other siblings.
As others would consider her, she is a woman with a big heart. She had managed to fulfill her mission to become a hero for her family – which turned out to be a hero for all. Her initiative of helping others mirrored the true being inside of her, and that made a difference not only to her family’s life, but also to others and herself as well. And upon fulfilling her dreams, she still never fails to look back to the things that made her the Eding that she is right now, her family, her past experiences, and God – which she considered her Guiding Light from the very start.
Now, the girl who once dreamed of becoming a hero to make a difference for her family resides in a small bungalow house somewhere in the not so far away city of
“…bakit ka mahihiya, eh pare-pareho lang namang kanin ang kinakain nyo…”, her famous line which still rings a bell in my ears whenever I’m scared. I must admit, she really did touch my life. She was a plastic bag vendor, a yaya, a cook, a waitress, a cashier, a laundry-woman, a sales agent, a keen student. She is a dedicated policewoman, a trusted friend, a caring sister, a good daughter, a humble Christian, and a loving mother – my mother. And I’m proud and blessed that I have her, my own true hero.
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A few weeks back, a PR seminar was conducted at school - the ImPResyon ng PRopesyon: Deal or No Deal?!. And as expected, our professor on PR required us to attend the seminar and make a reaction paper for it. The reaction was passed a few days later after the seminar was held. I wasn't expecting anything about my work, I wasn't confident enough of what I've constructed because I still don't know the standards of my professor when it comes to things like that. So I passed my work without any inhibitions.
Exactly a week after (which was earlier, July 22 '06), our papers were returned by our PR professor. One by one, our professor called the names of my classmates who have their checked papers on his hand. Mr. blah, blah was called, Ms. blah, blah was next, then Ms. blah, blah followed, and so on. The papers emptied the hands of my professor - shockingly, my name wasn't called! I felt my stomach turned upside-down, cold sweat started to fill my forehead, and my heart was pounding as fast as a cheetah's do when it hunts for food! Damn! Where is that damn paper?!
Actually, there were 5 of us who fortunately weren't called. So we told our professor our biggest concern that time - we did pass our papers! Then, Mr. Roel Ramirez, APR said, "...baka hindi kayo nagpasa ng paper...", and that made me panic to the highest degree! But then again he said, "...and these are the 5 people who got the perfect score..." - BINGO! And there I was, sitting on my beloved chair, with a smirk on the face, looking at my paper work with the grade of 7 (1 is the lowest, 7 is the highest), and thinking "...I'm not expecting this..."
Want a glimpse of my masterpiece? Here it is:
Worth It?!
On the night before this seminar, I was thinking “… would this be worth my effort?... is it a deal or no deal?”. I was having second thoughts whether I would go to this seminar, because it’s too early since our class for that day would be 2:00 PM, and the seminar’s time assembly would be 9:00 AM, plus the presence of an unfriendly weather. However, I did attend. And it wasn’t worth it – it’s more than worth it!
Along with the chills of the Bulwagang Manileño’s air conditioner, and with bit drowsiness, I sat in awe as the seminar was being conducted.
Headed by two renowned PR practitioners in the country – both colleagues by our dear professor Roel Ramirez, APR - Ma. Amylyn Sison de Quiros and Butch Raquel, the colloquium was successfully achieved.
Ms. De Quiros is the current president of the Public Relations Society of the Philippines (PRSP), and she’s not just an ordinary president of a so-called society, she is an APR. She arrived earlier than Mr. Raquel (but the wait was worth it…), so the seminar started with her presence. Ms. De Quiros renders a strong personality that is not intimidating. She is the epitome of the saying “woman of essence”, as she graces us – the students – with information which is necessary for our PR classes. According to her, PR is not just building-up an image, but also admitting faults that result to honesty, because it is better to turn out like that than the faults would be discovered – because that is not showing honesty. She taught us the value of truth, on our day-to-day lives.
I was really impressed on the way she talks, especially when she bravely answered the questions on the open forum part of the program. Ms. De Quiros is truly one influential woman.
Mr. Butch Raquel is GMA7’s OIC for Corporate Communications, and he is one of the people behind the Kapuso Network’s achievement of being the No. 1 TV Station today in the Philippines. As I’ve stated earlier, he was a bit late for the call time, but really, the wait for me was very worth it! If Ms. De Quiros was an epitome, he is as well! As for the Filipino saying goes, “huwag pumunta ng giyera ng walang dalang bala”, he was in fact armed with materials that made the program more exciting. While he was talking in front, his assistants provided us pins which read GMA bearing the Kapuso sign – the rainbow-colored heart. Of course, being a certified and proud Kapuso, I was delighted to have one! Not only that, he showed us AVPs which really took my interest and attention to watch it. It was a Corporate AVP for the GMA7 Kapuso Network, and I was thunderstruck between the four legs of my chair! He even told us that he is once a Kapamilya, and by that time that he was still in ABS-CBN, the said station was on no. 1 – and of course, he’s one of the brilliant minds behind it. But above all, his lectures were concerned more on the PR as a profession. But it didn’t bore me at all. In fact, he made us realize that practicing PR – whole-heartedly – is an amazing profession, for you get to help and inspire a large network of people. And he even provided us tips about PR which would help us on thorough discussions in our PR class.
He is the living proof of a successful man behind a successful business firm. And that he taught us to be effective as well, whether here or there, a PR practitioner should always do his job with utmost dedication.
The whole seminar was fun, action-packed, and informative. We had fun while learning, we experienced the fun of learning, and we learned rich information about PR.
The program lasted till 3:00 in the afternoon, where we had mini-team building games. It was really a lot of fun being a part of the PRSSP – PLM Chapter, because you do not only learn, you also get to experience the learning. And yes, my effort of attending ImPResyon ng PRopesyon: Deal or No Deal? was more than worth it – it’s definitely a deal!
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I was never a dull student.
Since I started my career as a student, I never imagined having malfunctions – failing grades. In my opinion, it was stupid to study and not learn anything at all. A failure grade was yucky for me.
I remember being one of the top students in my class on my elementary and high school years. Those were my days of reckoning, because I seize high remarks after every school year – always. My record: I was a six-time second honor student (Grades 1 – 5; 2nd Year High School), two-time Salutatorian (Kindergarten & Grade 6), and a first honor (1st Year High School); though I wasn’t recognized on the honor roll during my 3rd and 4th years in high school, I still managed to be ranked 2nd on all students; plus the fact that I never ever got a line of 7 grade.
With all those medals and ribbons I’ve collected from the past, I thought I was geared enough and prepared for college – unfortunately, I was wrong.
PLM was a challenge for me – new school, new environment, new classmates, new teachers, and new curriculum. I was culture shocked. This is not what I’ve expected. I remember my high school teachers’ saying “…college is like reviewing… college is easier than in high school…blah, blah, blah…” and other stuffs like that. But when I first experienced hell in this university, I can’t keep blaming them, and I even wanted to confront them and tell to them straight to their faces “hey, thanks for the advice… #?@$!”.
That particular hell I’m talking about happened only last year, on my first semester for my 2nd year here in college. I received a wheelchair – a 5.0! Yes, the worst among worst grades! It was on my Economics class – 7:00 to 8:30 AM every Tuesdays and Fridays, GL502 – where hell breaks loose. And yes, it stained my career record as a student.
Of course, there are consequences alongside it which I have to face – almost-kicked-out-turned-final-probation on my college, series of quarrels among my parents, hush-hush judgments of people around me, and (the worst of them all…) lowered self-esteem. I admit, I lived in the dark because of that certain event.
But I regained my strength. Eventually, I began to grow as a person because of that experience. I realized, again, that everything really happens for a reason, and that reason leads to a certain purpose. On my case, the purpose was not to stain my record, but to test my individuality and credibility as a student.
It was my first major failure being me as a learner, and it happened here in PLM. But I guess it’s worth it. It stained my record I guess, but it can never stain me. And at least I could still add something on my record: a one-time failure, but still never a dull student (2nd