The great expectation

It sucks –having to be the person who’s main task is to be always objective. I’ve no time for emotional breakdowns, nor even cross the thought of having one. I’m expected to be the stronger person; someone who’s supposed to get the job done. And when they say ‘to get the job done,’ it means get it right and great. That’s the great expectation for a person who works beyond the hours, sacrifices sleep and endures so much.

Endurance. I have endured so much and I’ve reached the point where I’m to face more than I’ve faced. Each day, I had to battle anxiety, carry workloads, and deal with attitudes of people I work with.

But that’s okay. Having work assures me of my worth to people. It gives me a sense of accomplishment, not to mention that I love challenges.

Just always be objective. Always. 

The Story of Creation

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The tale takes place in an institution adjacent to the Bishopric, the Town hall, the local market, and the fire station. This story of Creation does not take place in the Garden of Eden nor is it guarded by the Angels but rather in a cradle of excellence, where discipline is strongly regarded and observed —as it is ran by no less than a group of nuns who first anchored their boat in the shores of the country 110 years ago, shedding light to where their Creator brings them.

A woman who has been named as a school legend who taught the study of living things tells the story to her students. And it starts with a project.

“Create an illustration of your own paradise; an imagination of what heaven looks like to you. Exert the greatest effort you can put into this work, not only for the points but also that I may see your perspective.” she said.

And so weeks passed, and the time to work on it ends. The students were ready to submit on that day and settled for no less than the best they could have done yet with their work. They used water colors, pastels, acrylic paint, a bit of imagination equipped with their determination.

“What’s taking her so long?” asked someone as the whole class sat quietly waiting for their teacher who had been late for more than ten minutes now. They were nervous for she was known as an educator with high standards when accepting school works.

Then suddenly she enters the room with an atmosphere of anger; of rage and irritability. Setting aside what she was feeling, she greets the class, leads them into prayer then asks them to sit down.

“All projects in my table. Now. Any person whose work is unfinished will not be accepted.” she said.

And so the students, with each having butterflies in their stomach, formed a line and one by one placed their projects on her table.

Of what seems to be unexpected of a teacher was witnessed by her students. She burst in anger and ripped her students’ work, threw it to the ground and stepped on it.

The class had been taken aback. Never in their years of studying, had they witnessed such event, such anger, and such efforts put to waste.

Seeing her students’ reactions of shock, bewilderment, anger and disbelief, she walks out of the class room. Outside, she breathes in, straightens her blouse and fixes her hair. Then goes back to the room where the class who had been whispering to each other and trying to pick up their projects,  quickly goes back to there places. The silence was so deafening, and the only thing that can be heard was her footsteps.

Unexpectedly, she smiles. Laughs a bit and says:

“Do you know now what it feels like having your creation destroyed by people? That is what He feels when you do it unto His works.”


And then, that was her Story of Creation.




Pounding us for the better?

THE ACADEMIC YEAR started a good one -and this can be attested by many. It wasn’t just because of the new vendo machines, or the additional electric fans in the gymnasium but mainly because of the schedule that which made everyone thankful that SPCP would dismiss its students at 3:10 P.M. every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (for the lower batches). On the other hand, classes were to end at 4:00 P.M. on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays (for Seniors). 

First week and effects of the easygoing schedule showed off. Students, upon leaving the campus, would always get stranded. Apparently, the dismissal time of the High School department coincided with the Grade School and Pre-School students. 

And so, two weeks after the year began, a new schedule for the High School department was implemented –On Mondays, they are set to be dismissed at 3:45. On Tuesdays, at 4:15, On Wednesdays, we get 1 hour per subject and dismissal at 4:00, On Thursdays, 3:45 then on Fridays, 1 hour per subject again, dismissal at 3:55 for the lower batches, then 4:55 for the Seniors. 

At first, an outcry was heard. How were we to survive the long and tiring schedule? Moreover, that the Seniors were to leave at 4:55 every Friday for their Community Development and at that time, not much jeepneys would pass at La Huerta. 

I myself had to admit that the first schedule was better; for at that time, I only thought of the things I could do with the early dismissals. I could have a lot of time to meet with my Editors, or Photojournalists or bond with my friends. But weeks later I started to realize the point of the institution. That they had changed the schedule due to the traffic scenario when leaving the campus, and also to allot for time for our subjects.

Although many would disagree, I like the thought of having many things to study. It shows that the institution is trying their best to provide quality education. I reckon my sister telling me one time that during their time in SPCP, they even used to have double Mathematics period. Somehow, I don’t think I can survive with that. But they did, so that means I could have.

This process of pounding the nail even harder, is, I believe for the better.  I have reminded myself that this is High School, not elementary anymore and that sooner or later when I step into college, a 4 P.M. dismissal is even an early one. That if I want it best, I have to strive to make it best. I have reminded myself to endure, endure and endure all the way, for my parents and I have agreed to put our trust in the institution of which I am now, and that we trust them to fulfill their vision and mission of producing academically competent graduates.

I have only the remaining 8 months to make all of this worthwhile. So I might as well savor the moment; every second of it. Because once I’m out, I will only have myself indebted to SPCP for pounding not only me, but us for the better. 


Commuting Etiquettes

No, I am, first and foremost, not a college student or someone who is working. I have not experienced trying to fight for a bus seat or a spot on a UV Express like some may fight for food. But for someone’s who’s always observing, though sometimes asleep when commuting, I always notice things —of which are sadly, rude and disrespectful.

Ofcourse it is an unending battle, that when the rooster goes cock-a-doodle-do and the sun welcomes us to a new day, most of us would probably struggle to make it on time, be it on our way to school, work or pretty much other endeavors of which we attempt to make for the betterment of our lives.

Though most people don’t say it but notice it, (maybe because it’s needless to do so) the Metropolis’ traffic system is flawed. We have signs that says ‘BAWAL ANG BUMABA/MAGBABA DITO’ and yet it has become a make shift terminal for jeepneys and a waiting shed were even erected. A motorcycle lane was designated and yet these motors continue to hit the road like daredevils. Walking on sidewalks, I notice that fewer people walk and most are in their vehicles. For so long, we have been stuck in the mentality that a city with more cars is a highly urbanized one. Yet it isn’t. A city is known as a prosperous one when even the rich rides on mass transportations.

And even though the Government is doing its best to control and regulate the worsening dilemma of the country, (new LRT bagons by 2015 as reports say) there are just some things commuters can do to make commuting a good thing to do.

Here’s Commuting Etiquettes 101:

1. Blessed are the gentlemen who gives the spot to a lady, be it the young or the aged..

Pag sa Jeep/FX, pa-sandalin mo nalang, pare. Do it not because you’re trying to impress, do it out of good will. Being a gentleman is a matter of choice; a lifestyle.

2. When paying the fare, say a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘salamat.’

It does not hurt anyone and by saying the simple word, we express gratitude for little nice things. They matter to, you know. And besides! We’re Pinoys, known to be a nation, a race of kind hearts. So the next time you say “Manong, bayad po” and someone takes the money to give it to the driver, say “Salamat”. It won’t hurt.

3. ‘Textmoso

Not really sure where I overheard the word, but I’m sure most of us experienced being the ‘textmoso’ itself (Uy, aminin) and being looked at the phone by a curious co-passenger. It’s a matter of privacy, and one oughts to give it to the other. Even when riding mass transpo, privacy is still entitled to everyone. Do not be the ‘textmoso’. When seated beside an attractive passenger, I guess it’s fine to glance don’t give them the creepy look.

4. Do not be the Monica [on The Legal Wife] where goes with the famous line, “Walang sa’yo Nicole!”

Let’s face it, more people tend to ride a bus or an FX because of the prickling heat, and while their reason to pay such amount of money is to get a portion of the air an air conditioner gives. Share the aircon and think of the others, too. After all, they’re not Nicole —mayroon kang aircon, at the same time, the other passengers should have, too.

5. If you are the Driver, please be a good one.

Don’t we all want good drivers? And by good, I mean one who drives safely, follow traffic rules, maintains good care of his vehicle (minsan, wala nang binubugang hangin sa FX. Masikip and mainit? Come on) and besides, your passengers would want to reach safely to their destinations instead of being involved in a car accident.

6. If you are the Passenger, most probably you are, don’t get mad if the driver does not drop you off at the exact place where you say ‘Para’.

Most of the time, drivers say ‘tatabi lang po’ or its either it’s a No Unloading zone. Please do not be the reason why they have to break traffic rules. It becomes so much of a challenge to follow such these days. Onting onti nalang ang gumagawa.

7. Cross on designated ‘Tawiran’ or Pedestrian lanes/Overpass.

I don’t think there’s a need for such to be explained further. Just you know, be cool and cross the road on pedestrian lanes or overpasses. Remember, it was your tax and it will always be your tax they used for to construct those. Ofcourse we don’t want our tax to go in vain, don’t we? (Well, somehow it did when PDAF Scam)

8. Yosi pa!

Common scenario: You ride a jeepney, war bus and then poof—suddenly someone brings out a lighter, lights a cigarette and smokes all throughout his travel. While we understand that some people need it to calm their nerves, please do not slowly kill us by making us inhale all the second hand smoke. Do it on some other place, somewhere only you will be affected, somewhere only your lungs will be damaged.

9. Not everyone’s having a great day, not even a good one.

Understand that some may not be able to follow these, maybe because something wrong’s going on in their lives. You may never know. Best you can do is set an example to yourself. Especially the youth, nako. When the youth does the good, the older ones are encouraged to do so too (nahihiya).

And that’s it! If we all strive to be good passengers/commuters, there will be order around the environment. These 9 are the etiquettes I try to live by. If you have yours then that’s great too. Though we may differ, we share the same thing, and that is to do good. Stop whining that drivers or motorists aren’t doing their part, what matters is that you do yours. Because by then, by these simplest of acts, can we prove that we are good citizens who are united by one goal —to shape the country to become a greater nation, yes, greater than how it is today.

What a writer needs

They say a man who has felt the hunger can be the only one who can understand the hungry.

Same goes for those who have been given the ability to portray messages through the power of the paper and the pen. Just as the sword needs sharpening, so does the writer with experience.

Above all, a writer needs a heartbreak. If possible, heartbreaks. One needs to know the darkness to be able to describe how it feels like being in the dark, worse, what it feels like being the darkness itself. A battle against one’s self, a challenge to conquer the demon that lives within.

It is the job of a writer –to explore new heights, articulate such thoughts, and tell the story. Whether it is good or bad, to a writer, it’s something to write about; it’s something to tell.

A writer needs to feel things, gets his heart broken, conquer himself because at the end of the day, the writer will need to have the nail pounded by the hammer to himself. It is, after all, for his betterment. It is, after all, for the story he tells.