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2011-08-18T11:07:00.000+08:00

She continuously brutalises herself being the masochistic being that she is. With her mental state, not even she knows the end. To dehumanize is the only way to be whole.

Tabula Rasa

2011-08-11T14:01:00.000+08:00

I am scared. My gut is telling me that something is wrong. Perhaps it has been happening for quite a time now and I have talked about it in a few occasions. Yet this time around, it is getting the best of me. I tend to forget a lot. Petty as it may seem but it is a well-grounded fear for someone who values memories. I make them every day, from each time I wake up until I recall them at night. They are similar to the pages of a book, written with every vivid detail that can surpass all the fictional stories I have ever read. They have every character that played a role in my life, and I welcome them, good or bad. After all, nobody can make a good story without all the good elements. Yes, memories are the only ones I go back to whenever I have to make peace with myself; at times I want to comprehend the things I did and would do; and just so my present would no longer echo all the bad checks I cancelled and erased in the past. However, like all photographs, memories fade; like a fire, they dwindle down; and like all books, they fade. I do not want to wake up one day not knowing what happened. Blank.

LETRA. SULAT. WALA NA.

2011-08-03T02:34:00.001+08:00

Mahirap magsulat lalo kung wala namang patutunguhan. Mas mahirap isipin kung ano ang magiging opinyon ng mga tao sa kung ano man ang mababasa nila. Maaari ko itong ikatuwa at maging daan para muli pa akong sumulat o kaya naman ay ilagay ko na lang lahat ng aking naiisip sa dulong bahagi ng utak ko at magbakasakaling maalala pa ito kinabukasan. Pero kung ang korte nga, isinasaalang-alang ang inevitable frailty of human memory (1), ako pa kayang taga-lupa? Hayaan na ang mga iisipin ng iba. Una, kailangang magsulat ng kagaya kong may mga bagay na hindi masabi, ayaw sabihin o walang pagkakataong makapagsabi dahil baka makalimutan ko na. Pangalawa, ang mga letra o salitang maisusulat ang magbibigay buhay sa mga kaisipang naapakan, naisiksik at nabura dahil sa panahong lumipas o dahil walang nakinig sa mga bagay na hindi ko sinabi. Huli, dahil kailangan ko ng dibersyon at libangan. Sa bilis ng agos ng buhay ko sa mga panahong ito, baka maiwan na naman yung mga alaala ko; lalong hindi ko na mabalikan.

Salamat na lamang sa isang guro at kaibigan na dati ay nagpawa sa amin ng blog na ito. Aksidente lamang na makita ko pa ito at kandahirap pa akong tandaan ang password. Mabuti na lamang pinaalala nito na una kong minahal ang pagsusulat at kahit gaano kawalang halaga ang aking mga pananaw bilang estudyante, may isang propesor na gusto pa rin itong malaman. Salamat, kailangan ng mga unibersidad ang mas marami pang kagaya mo.

Dahil tapos na akong mag-drama sa panimula, kelangan ko nang ilagay dito ang mga nakalkal ko sa lumang baul ng laptop. Huwag mo na silang basahin, maiinis ka lang.

1) http://www.lawphil.net/judjuris/juri2001/may2001/gr_134129_2001.html);

2) Natutunan ko yata to dati sa unibersidad.

CONFESSIONS OF A DEPRESSED INDIVIDUAL

2011-08-03T02:32:00.001+08:00

My life is a seemingly tiring process of getting tired. yup, true. it’s being here yet not wanting to be anywhere. The train i was into last night was quite spacious…unlike the previous ones i was in which the people did not seem to see how big I was and so they kept on pushing me until there was no pole for me to hold on to. Perhaps, those I used to be with in the train got tired of the routine and decided to take the jeepney or the cab instead. I hate the world today. Maybe it’s this depression that’s getting into me again. It’s like waking up only to realize that everybody goes on with his life except me. The same set of people I used to be with suddenly have another set of people they would want to be with. I’m not yet out of the picture, of course. but I feel like the space for a photo is just enough for two…and so, I have to give way. The set of clothes I always want to wear look so overused that I just want to keep them in my closet and lock them up. Even the music I’d die for just to listen to don’t have the same effect anymore; its lyrics sound just like the usual nursery rhymes my two year old niece keeps on playing. But then again, after writing this, I’ll realize that I still have piles of things to do and writing just gets the number of minutes for my law books. A tear will fall, sure. but i have to brush it aside and say, “hey world! is that all you can do?” and so, I will continue to smile that fake smile and shrug my little stiff shoulders like I always do. play that usual role I play in peoples’ lives and pretend that I am ok. after all, nobody will bother to hear the words i don’t say nor count the tears that will fall. At the end of the day, i only have my pillows to embrace and i’ll tell myself the following morning that, “i am trying to love you world, believe me when I say I am trying to.”

Some time between June - October 2007

LEARNING AND UNLEARNING

2011-08-03T02:28:00.000+08:00

I’ve learned that its ok to eat alone, but the food doesn’t taste as good as it does when I have company.

I've learned that reading romance novels kills boredom, but I must not engage myself in a melodramatic experience assuming that I can be the heroine in my story. villain maybe? na-ah.

I've learned that it’s ok to feel safe in my world, but I have to be prepared for the unknown.

I’ve learned that music can heal, but it can also worsen the pain.

I've learned that six or seven hours of bus ride can make me agitated, but my level of agitation depends on who is waiting for me at the bus stop.

I’ve learned that a bored person like me can surf the net for the whole three hours, but it will not change a thing; I will still be bored after that.

I’ve learned that people can hate me, but oftentimes, it’s best not to mind them. Whose lungs may burst due to anger anyway? Definitely not mine.

I’ve learned that mirrors can show two faces, but beauty or horribleness depends on the side of the mirror that I choose to see.

I’ve learned that a girl can say the nastiest things when she’s in love and when she’s hurt, but how it affects me depend on how I want her to even be nastier.

I’ve learned that I can forgive, but the memories will always remain. echoing. haunting. piercing.

I’ve learned that it’s all right to put my phone beside me when i sleep, but I will no longer keep my windows open. it may be stolen again.

I’ve learned that it’s ok to check my phone when I wake up, but i must not get disappointed when nobody bothered to give me a ring last night.

I’ve learned that it’s ok to walk alone, but my hands feel cold and empty. I still hope that someone’s holding it.

I’ve learned that it’s ok to give everything, but I must not expect that everybody can see that it’s already everything.

I’ve learned that life always give me enough choices, but due to mere stupidity, i always choose the risky ones. I jump. I fall. I break.

I’ve learned that months, years or even decades cannot guarantee that the person i’m with will still be the same person i will be with when my eyes are closed, but I am always hoping and praying for that.

I’ve learned that numbness sometimes measures the pain, but it’s still best to shed tears and get over it.

I’ve learned that leaving someone can be the easiest or the hardest thing to do, but I always have to ask myself if it will make me happier in the end.

I've learned that rings are not lifetime guarantees, but i can always hold on to them for assurance. If they can serve as guarantees, then thanks a lot. If they don’t, i can always buy myself one at the nearest jewelry store.

I’ve learned that one can give me the warmest hugs, but i always prepare my pillows. just in case nobody’s there.

But at the end of the day, I sometimes learn that it’s as if i did not learn anything at all.

November 7th, 2007 at 11:07 pm

ISANG PAMAMAALAM

2011-08-03T02:14:00.000+08:00

Sa loob ng ilang linggo, lilisanin ko na ang Baguio…isang lugar na naging tirahan at nag-aruga sa akin sa loob ng apat na taon…sa gagawin kong pagbaba, marami akong makukuha pero marami ring magiging kapalit…

Wala ng Kaffee Klatsch na kung saan maaari kaming mag-jam ng mga kaibigan ko…wala ng Starmart Engineer’s Hill na may bente pesos na kape…wala ng taxi na puwede akong iikot sa baguio at benguet sa halagang p150…wala ng sm baguio na puwede kong puntahan kahit naka-pyjamas ako…wala ng burnham park na bibilhan ko ng fishballs at squid balls…wala na akong bibisitahing mines view dahil sa kanilang inihaw na pusit at hotdog on stick…wala ng session road na inaakyat-baba ko lang…wala ng manang siomai na binibilhan ko ng tatlong piraso ng super sarap na siomai sa halagang sampung piso…mawawala na rin ako sa loob ng unibersidad ng pilipinas baguio na kung saan maaari akong tumambay sa lobby ng nakasalampak…wala na rin akong pupuntahang tambayan katulad ng im plaza stairs…wala na yung lamig na nagiging dahilan ng tuwirang pagpapa-laundry ng makakapal ng kumot at comforter…

Pagdating ko dun, papasukin pa kaya ako ng guard kahit nakasuot ako ng rubber flip-flops? magkakaroon pa kaya ng silbi ang makakapal kong jacket at sweat shirts? makalabas pa kaya ako ng bahay na nakasuot lang ng jogging pants at baby tee habang ang laman lang ng wallet ko ay isang daan? kailangan ko na rin bang magsuot ng mini skirt at backless tops? makapagtext o makatawag pa kaya ako habang papasok ng campus na hindi nangangambang ano mang oras ay may hahablot sa telepono ko? masabayan ko kaya ang hangos ng mga taong nagmamadaling papasok ng lrt o mahabol ko kaya ang bus na nagmamadali sa pag-pick up ng pasahero?

Ang daming magiging pagbabago…hindi ko alam kung ikatutuwa o ikatatakot ko… dito ang bagal ng takbo ng oras at ang bawat minuto ay lumilipas na nararamdaman ko ang buhay…ang cheesy na ng sinusulat ko…pero siguro, ang gusto ko lang sabihin, tumatak na sa akin ang baguio at ang mga taong nakasama ko..dito natuto akong bumuo ng pangarap…salamat sa mga taong sinamahan akong buuin yon…parte na kayo ng alaala ko…

March 27th, 2007 at 1:12 am

Remembering 9/11

2006-09-11T12:11:00.001+08:00

The majestic World Tade Center towers over Manhattan...

Flight 175 hits the tower...

President George Bush condemns the terrorist attack infront of other world leaders

Osama Bin Laden gives statement on the attack

People run for their lives as the world trade center crumbled

The debris of what once was majestic...

A woman holds a picture of the world trade center as people gathered to remember the terror that shook 9/11

Blogging is Journalism.

2006-08-30T16:38:00.001+08:00

Blogging is journalism. I would have said otherwise and I would not have agreed had I not heard Professor Rolando “Rolly” Fernandez, Philippine Daily Inquirer Northern Luzon’s Bureau Chief, discuss the issue. He considered blogging as journalism and he also posted a question that has been a source of debate in our class: “Who and what is a journalist anyway?”

We had a class discussion on blogs as an emerging form of journalism. Well, I thought otherwise. There were some points raised that in able for a blog to be considered as journalism, the writer who owns it should at least belong to a news organization [just like he has to be part of one for him to be considered as a journalist]. The topics or the content of the said blog should also be “journalistic” in nature in a such way that it has to have social relevance. Same sentiments that I had. I also thought that there really should be a thin line that separates the writers or the bloggers from the real journalists.

But after the talk, I could not help but consider it as one. After all, Sir Rolly said that it can also be a source of information for journalists. Yes, perhaps it is indeed journalism. Its advent did not only pave the way for online discussions but also, it made tasks easier for journalists and other people who wish to convey their ideas and opinions regarding matters of public interest. Bloggers can just go online and talk about issues that people need to know. He also gave an example about a journalist who posted her work in the internet and got more feedback online, than feedbacks on her column printed in a newspaper. Somehow, it also gave way for interaction between a journalist and his readers to clarify some issues of the article written. However, blogging should also be concerned with legal issues as pointed out by our speaker [Sir Rolly]. It should not be all about writing whatever one wants. And yes, I could not have agreed more. A blogger should always be responsible for the things he writes because he will never know how it would affect his readers.

Kara David's "Buto't Balat"

2006-08-28T13:03:00.001+08:00

I thought it would just be another boring weekend for me, waiting for the clock to move its hands for another hour or so. But then, I remembered that I-witness, a documentary program of GMA 7 would be showcasing some of its documentaries in school. Being a documentary addict, plus the bonus of meeting some of GMA’s famous journalists, I, together with my friends, decided to go and watch.

First to be shown was Kara David’s “Buto’t Balat”, a documentary on severe malnutrition in the Philippines. Perhaps almost everyone on the audience was affected by the things and the facts presented in the documentary. There was a case of a girl who was bed ridden because of malnutrition and when asked of the reason why she became that way, her mother said they only eat once or twice a day. The family could not provide enough food for themselves, which resulted to the girl and her other two siblings’ death. Also featured was a family of nine which would eat three times a day but with improper food intake. The weight of the oldest child, 14, would only pass for the weight of a two-year-old. And when data were shown, the Philippines ranked 2nd in cases of severe malnourishment.

I have only watched two of the four documentaries yet I knew that it was enough. I was greatly affected with what I have seen that I couldn’t help but wonder what the world’s richest tycoons are doing with their wealth when millions of people are dying of hunger. It is indeed ironic how the “rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer”. Buto’t Balat also showed what the Philippine government has somehow been denying by building more super highways and infrastructures: poverty. This documentary stood up to its duty of showing the reality behind the entire façade of the government’s claims of serving the people. In a world where the price of perfumes cost almost a month’s salary, there are also people who could not even afford a day’s meal.

Links to sites that contain information on malnutrition:

http://www.irinnews.org/report.asp?ReportID=53280&SelectRegion=Southern_Africa"malnutrition2

UP it is...

2006-08-28T11:32:00.001+08:00

“If you work for a man in heaven’s name, work for him, speak well of him and stand by the institution that he represents…”

- Elbert Hubbard

Perhaps, Secretary of Justice Raul Gonzalez was thinking of this line in defense of Arroyo’s administration when he dropped the words, “That school that builds destabilizers every year…” pertaining to the University of the Philippines and its students. Yes, it is just but right to defend the institution [government] that he works for but not to the extent of questioning the kind of students that UP breeds and even the culture that every UPan grows up into. Why question the culture when it should not even be in question. Yes, there may be men and women running naked. So what? It is an expression of what they believe in and it is what makes UP different from the others, even from your [Gonzalez's] school. UPans are unconventional, accept that fact.

I once told myself that it is undeniably an irony how the government subsidizes its budget for UP and yet, the same students that it supports are the same people who go against it. The cliché “biting the hands that feed you” can simply be applied to the situation. But being thankful of the budget given by the state should not be equated with being silent of the mistakes and offenses it commits. Perhaps, that was what our dear Secretary forgot.

Being an Iskolar ng Bayan entails a lot of responsibility. It is not all about the prestige [like what other people think] that goes with the name but also, the duty to give something back to the people. And that includes checking the excesses of the government, even if, as Gonzalez put it, “the state is the one paying” for our schooling and so, “why try to bring it down”. Yes, there should be some gratitude that is why UPans rally and shout in the streets to let the people know that there is something wrong.

As a UPan, I firmly believe that I owe my gratitude to the people and not to the government. In the first place, if Gonzalez can assure that the Philippines is indeed in good governance then, perhaps, everyone would just sit back and relax just like “well-behaved” individuals. But then, he seems to be blinded only by the good things that “his” government does. He refuses to see beyond.

Poverty. Corruption. Political Killings. The things that every UPan loathes of.

Secretary Gonzalez, unlike you, UPans are not blind of the felony of the government; they are not deaf to hear the muffled cries of those who died for their beliefs and they are not mute to scream what they believe in. They are bright and good, you yourself, said so.

"http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=17434"Gonzalez on UP

Her Excellency's State of the Nation Address (Part1)

2006-07-26T11:40:00.002+08:00

It was the most awaited speech in the country every year. The two giant networks and almost every television station covered the event. Even before the clock strikes at 12nn, correspondents from different stations were already at the Batasang Pambansa to wait for the highest officer of the country. Finally, on the 24th of July, at past 4pm, her Excellency Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo gave her State of the Nation Address (SONA).

She opened her speech by first congratulating the new Senate Leader Manuel Villar and acknowledging Minority Leader Jose De Venecia. Then, she updated the nation on the government’s effort of being able to send over 200 OFWs home. After which, she added that this time, she was not there to talk about politics. Or that’s what the people thought. The president’s one hour and one minute SONA mainly addressed the administration’s plan for the four super regions: Northern Luzon, Metro Luzon Urban Beltway, Central Luzon and Mindanao. She recognized each super region’s potential in boosting the economic condition of the country. Apart from this, she gave proposals on developing infrastructures to connect and to improve transportation on certain places in the said regions. She even challenged, Tony Boy Locsin, who once said that such plans were not possible. Her SONA was as specific as reducing the cost of electricity, extracting Gethropa for an alternative fuel, and “stamping out terrorism and lawless violence”.

Everything the president presented was impressive and her plans were very detailed. The videos and the PowerPoint Presentation added in giving the people a clearer view on what she wanted to convey. Critics said that it was the most high-tech SONA she had given. But as expected, in the duration of her speech, she never failed to acknowledge the presence of those who supported her administration: from the AFP, the congressmen, to the former president Fidel V. Ramos. And the company Bb. Pilipinas Universe and Pinoy athletes like Manny Pacquiao, seemed to give GMA that “I am a successful president” aura. And again, as expected, applauses and cheers followed every end of her statement.

Her Excellency's State of the Nation Address (Part2)

2006-07-26T11:39:00.002+08:00

Promises, promises and more promises. In her SONA, she appeared like the typical politician [and not a public servant] that she really is. Fine, her plans were good and admittedly, she has made some accomplishments. However, she seemed to have failed to mention the source of the budget of her proposed projects. Yes, the country has the money, or so the administration claims. But since, it was not clearly explained, it posted the question if Filipinos of today and the next generation, will still continue to pay the debts that the country acquired and will still acquire from other countries.

If it was a State of the Nation Address, why did she ever forget to mention the real state of the nation? There are unemployment, corruption and poverty in the country. She said that she condemns political killings, but up to now, only a few are solved or perhaps, they were unsolved at all. The clamor of the people in Commonwealth Avenue proved the discontentment in her administration. Also, in between her address, she accidentally pushed her political stand on the Constitutional Change. While it is true that there is no such thing as a perfect president, one could at least do so by being a good example. But how can people trust in one whose legitimacy of winning the election is still being questioned?

I once heard from one of my instructors that the Philippines is changing not the form and system of its government but only people who all have the same purpose and motives to be in the government. Therefore, the cycle of having a rotten political system continues. And so, if the president wasn’t politicking, then I no longer know what to call her SONA.

A "Taste" of Bandila

2006-07-16T14:53:00.001+08:00

It was my first time to watch Bandila last Friday night. Thanks to Florita and its effect to our TV reception, I was only able to watch the show once.

Bandila is a news program aired from Monday to Friday after ABS-CBN’s “Primetime Bida”. Three veteran news anchors host the said program: Ces Drilon, Korina Sanchez and Henry Omaga-Diaz. The title and the usage of the colors of the Philippine Flag seem to imply that it is all about news stories all over the nation. However, true to every news program’s aim of delivering news stories even outside the country, Bandila somehow managed to deliver bits of news stories from other parts of the world, even with a limited airtime.

At first, I thought that it was patterned from TV Patrol World where there is the usual “three-anchor-stuff” facilitating the flow of the program. But then, Bandila is quite different in terms of the way the anchors present the news. Aside from the anchors giving an overview of a news story, there are instances that they throw short “ad libs” on what they think about a certain story. This is quite good for the program since the interaction of the anchors gave the program a less formal mood. This also gave Bandila another style of delivering news stories; straight news reporting and a little of commentary.

More so, giving the anchors and the room set-up a full shot from time to time somehow made Bandila less intimidating as compared to other news programs where medium shots are given to the anchors showing only their upper body. Also, the show gave more visuals in terms of coverage, which was helpful in catching its viewers’ attention.

Unlike TV Patrol World, the treatment of news stories in Bandila is somehow better in terms of length and in-depth reporting. The stories are longer thus, presenting more sides and opinions of people involved. And at this time where every news story is equated with bad events, Bandila somehow made a difference upon its coverage of a doctor who chose to be in a rural area to help the people, regardless of who they are, NPA or Military.

And being a viewer of Bandila for the first-time, I can only say much of what I have observed. (“,)

Justice! (P.S. only for those who can afford it)

2006-07-10T00:09:00.001+08:00

When you’re a student, you’ll make the most out of every minute to rest and get your mood out of academic stuffs… Well, perhaps that was what I have learned. Sometimes, my schedule in school gets so ”toxic” that I make it a point to have my leisure every time I have the chance. That’s why during Sunday, one can just see me at my “idlest” moment in front of the television. I guess that’s the least I could do for myself. I spend three hours straight, from 9pm-12am, watching CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) Marathon in AXN. Every week’s episode of CSI, CSI New York and CSI Miami is replayed during Sunday and I know that I just couldn’t miss one.

CSI is actually one of my favorite TV shows. It is all about solving crimes and capturing criminals the best way possible. It does not matter whoever the victims or the crimials are. What the show seems to promote is for justice to be given to those who deserve it. It may be shallow but I am impressed with the way people from that TV show solves and unravel crimes. Though I know that everything was scripted and made for the public’s entertainment, I still couldn’t help to admire the characters. The way they do things may be so ideal to the point of being unrealistic, but they manage to pull the strings somehow. They have all the modern instruments and the best people to accomplish even the most impossible job.

And I couldn’t help but compare the show on how the justice system here in the Philippines works. Here, the arrest of a culprit will take some time for the authorities to do. And most of the time, if it’s a victim’s lucky day, the accused may even be someone so powerful that he has “immunity” from the law. The filing of a case is such a tedious process for crime-victims, especially for those who don’t have the means, that the case would only be a trash. Ain’t it funny how authorities brag about being able to solve this and that percentage of crimes yet Filipinos see and experience the injustices and the endless killings in the country? Ain’t it so good to know the number of laws created to supposedly protect the people yet one can’t help but feel that these laws are only for those in the upper ranks of society? Ain’t it so impressive to see how a large sum of budget is given to the armed forces yet only few are protected?

This is a point of view of a niece whose Uncle was killed almost a year ago and yet, justice was not served. F**k the system…

Imbestigador's Theatrical Hysterics

2006-07-03T11:02:00.002+08:00

I was merely staring at my computer’s blank screen and didn’t know what to write about. Not until my housemate switched the television on and I saw Mike Enriquez’s face in Imbestigador. It is not actually the whole being or the personality of Mike Enriquez that I don’t like. Perhaps it is the sarcasm in his not-so-modulated voice that irritates me the most. It really is nothing personal. This is just an opinion of a person who watches his show. More so, I don’t appreciate the excesses that his show commits: violation of the Journalists’ Code of Ethics with regards to the use of hidden camera, entrapment of a suspect with the camera on and the way it meddles with personal affairs.

It saddens me how quality Journalism seemed to have deteriorated in the passage of years. The past decades have paved the way for a “bloodier” media. It looks as if Imbestigador tends to train its audience to crave and look for blood in every news story. While it is true that conflict is an important element of a news story, Imbestigador perpetrating it is another issue. The show sensationalizes even the smallest matter there is on a case. More so, there seem to be a conflict of interest because it doesn’t know where to draw the line between its role as a program and its portrayal as an authority or a “Sumbungan ng Bayan”. I always hear people saying, “A suspect is innocent until proven guilty”. But due to the established power of the program to its viewers, everything, from a suspect’s entrapment to his trial is like theatrical hysterics. Everyone wants to watch and observe every movement of those involved. Like what we have discussed in one of my subjects, sometimes, news-oriented TV shows tend to push “trial by publicity”… And that’s exactly what Mike Enriquez’s program is doing.

Am I Married?!

2006-07-02T17:48:00.001+08:00

Last Monday was just like any ordinary day for me. Being the lazy couch potato that I really am, I would have opted to stay at home had I not remembered that I had to post the required blog entry. Realizing that I had nothing else to do after posting my entry, I decided to go to a dress shop and had my pants repaired. Well, there was really nothing-extraordinary going on between the dressmaker and me. She did the SOP of measuring the pants, and me of course. Nothing really…not until she asked me if I was already married because of the measurement of my hips. I would have gotten insulted by her remarks had I not heard what she said after… She said that, “malay ko ba…ang dami na kasing mga batang babaeng maagang nagbubuntis ngayon” [How should I know? There are a lot of girls who get married at a young age these days].

I was still thinking about what the lady said when I got home. Not on what she said about me but what she said regarding the generation of today. It was then that I’ve realized that it was not just about kids being involved in premarital sex at a young age. But it was more of the consequences… A study posted in the Internet indicated that in the Philippines, “in 2000, an estimated 78,900 women were hospitalized for postabortion care, 473,400 women had abortions and the abortion rate was 27 per 1,000 women aged 15–44 per year” (1). In times like this, one wouldn’t really know who or what to blame. Perhaps, it’s the issue of sex being taboo in the country that perpetuates the act more.

Admit it or not, there were times when a girl is silenced and scolded by her parents because she mentioned or asked something about the word sex. It’s as if cursing all the saints who ever existed! I am not some promiscuous being who talks about sex as if I’m a sex education professor! But neither am I a prude. I guess all I’m saying is that for the generation of today to be educated by their parents. There may be sex education classes but it would also help if it would be something that even parents would openly discuss. Openly, meaning, parents explaining when their kids ask. It’s not a plague that should be avoided. After all, kids will not always remain at their age. I firmly believe that the more society avoids talking about it, the more prevalent it becomes. Perhaps because one would have to learn it on one’s own, which most likely would result to pregnancy due to lack of knowledge. Time is changing and I guess the best way to adapt is to be properly informed.

(1) http://www.guttmacher.org/pubs/journals/3114005.html

A Proposed Tuition Increase?!

2006-06-25T19:12:00.001+08:00

Passing the University of the Philippines Achievement Test (UPCAT) was indeed an achievement, perhaps not only for me but also for everyone who made it inside UP. The name of the school already depicts opportunities and yes, the tag of being “Iskolar ng Bayan”. It is something to brag about but don’t get me wrong, I am simply proud to be a UPan, regardless of campus. Well, in my case, it’s UP Baguio. Aside from the things that go with it, talk about high quality education at a lower cost. However, there’s a buzz around the university about a proposed tuition increase next year.

Like hello?! Imagine a tuition increase from P300 per unit to P600? Also, the additional miscellaneous fee increase that will surely burn not only the student’s pocket but their parents’ as well. Where did “Iskolar ng Bayan” go?! Well, it's known to everyone that a part of our school's budget is subsidized by the government...Ow! I meant through the taxpayers' money, of course! Hmnn...Why did I ever forget that all the parents are taxpayers too?! Does this mean that these people, who send their children to UP need to triple their pay? It disheartens me that quality education is seemed to be equated with high tuition, these days. I mean, not all students in UP belong to the higher or middle class that can afford whatever increase the school is planning to have. It’s not as if UPans are Atenistas or La Sallistas (Whoops! No offense meant. I was just reiterating the societal status), or else, we would have been called as such...

More so, the essence of being the state university might be lost. It is not all about the name... Admittedly, there had been a lot of changes in UP but a tuition increase won't do any better. Talk about the worsening economic condition in the Philippines.
I may not be directly affected since I hope to graduate this year but how about the future students of the university? Those who have the intellect yet do not have the means to such education?

Forgive me for what seem to be my “violent thoughts”, but then, this is my site and I’m quite entitled to write my opinion. After all, everybody has one. (",)