Batch Signals '08.
Alam ko ang daming nangyari...but here we are now. Pamilya na din ang Soc.
Sir Edge, thanks for the "memorable" memories. Hehe. Pag may inaanak na po kami balik pa po ulit layo dito sa uplb. hehe.
ilovedevcomsoc. =)
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Oddity
As I was walking along the grove I notice people stare at me or did a double take and looked at me thoroughly. Hmm.
As I continued walking I stepped at something slippery. I almost tripped and my confidence slipped a notch (or two). But then, kiber. I continued walking, patay malisya.
The day is just beginning, and I know it's gonna be a long one. Today's our Formal Day, and this day marks yet another significant event in my being an applicant.
Good luck to all of us. Hapii huups.
As I continued walking I stepped at something slippery. I almost tripped and my confidence slipped a notch (or two). But then, kiber. I continued walking, patay malisya.
The day is just beginning, and I know it's gonna be a long one. Today's our Formal Day, and this day marks yet another significant event in my being an applicant.
Good luck to all of us. Hapii huups.
The Application Process
This process was said to teach us the values and everything that we have to learn before we become a part of the organization. We were told that everything that goes in the reporting is not just for nothing. Hmmm... So I was wondering is there really something nonesense that they're teaching? I guess none. We were taught to find something--anything--that we can learn from everything that we've done.
*******
One person very near my heart in the Society (aside from my sponsor) is *******. I liked her form the time I reported to her up to now. I was also inspired with my reporting with Sir Phot. He taught us lots of things and shared to us many things too, org stuff and otherwise.
*******
--Filipino proverb
*******
One person very near my heart in the Society (aside from my sponsor) is *******. I liked her form the time I reported to her up to now. I was also inspired with my reporting with Sir Phot. He taught us lots of things and shared to us many things too, org stuff and otherwise.
*******
Marami pang bigas na kakainin...
--Filipino proverb
UPLB Life
Flip-flops..."pek-squared" shorts...worn out jeans...long-stemmed umbrellas...body bags...
Eccentric professors...genius-to-goodness classmates...fratmen...a chic or a hunk...emo...
We Deliver...Bugong...Papu's Siomai...Jungle Java...Loata Loka...
Demarces...Ilag's...Raymundo's...Catalan...
Men's Dorm...New Dorm...Women's...MAREHA...FOREHA...
NCAS...CAS Annex 2...PhySci...BioSci...Baker...CDC...DTRI...EE Audi...Entom Lec Hall...
Math11...Stat1...Econ11...Mgt101...
Simply, Elbi life.
No, the things that I mentioned here are not the only things that could and would symbolize UPLB. I'm only a sophomore in the university, and even though one might say I should be able to really define or tell how Elbi life is all about, well then think again. I still have two more years (hopefully only two more) of stay, and there are a lot more things to learn and discover in that span of time.
One thing's for sure, here in UPLB, literally ANYTHING goes. When you say diverse then it's diverse.
Once again, an open-ended ending. There is more to come... And i expect more to come.
Eccentric professors...genius-to-goodness classmates...fratmen...a chic or a hunk...emo...
We Deliver...Bugong...Papu's Siomai...Jungle Java...Loata Loka...
Demarces...Ilag's...Raymundo's...Catalan...
Men's Dorm...New Dorm...Women's...MAREHA...FOREHA...
NCAS...CAS Annex 2...PhySci...BioSci...Baker...CDC...DTRI...EE Audi...Entom Lec Hall...
Math11...Stat1...Econ11...Mgt101...
Simply, Elbi life.
No, the things that I mentioned here are not the only things that could and would symbolize UPLB. I'm only a sophomore in the university, and even though one might say I should be able to really define or tell how Elbi life is all about, well then think again. I still have two more years (hopefully only two more) of stay, and there are a lot more things to learn and discover in that span of time.
One thing's for sure, here in UPLB, literally ANYTHING goes. When you say diverse then it's diverse.
Once again, an open-ended ending. There is more to come... And i expect more to come.
World Crisis on Oil Price Hike
People from all over the world are experiencing the continuous oil price hike. The crisis is not isolated in the Philippines, so to say. Sadly, we cannot do anything about it because the problem is rooted with the producers who have complete control over its supply.
Yet, there really is something that we can do for ourselves, if not for the continuous oil price hike in our country.
Our government should have somehow anticipated this kind of crisis because of the mounting tension in the Middle East these past few years. Instead of on politics, our government should have concentrated more on harnessing alternative sources of energy. Here in our country are lots of them: solar, geothermal, hydrothermal, wind, and even nuclear. Our country has lots or raw potentials waiting to be harnessed but was unfortunately exploited instead.
I can also recall a Filipino inventor who demonstrated a water-fueled car engine. It was a work of wonder; if utilized and developed more properly, it could save us millions of our budget in buying fuel and of course help control pollution by more or less than ninety per cent. But what happened with the inventor and his wonderful invention? His name wasn’t even celebrated for the miracle he had done. Instead, he was left unnoticed, and so he was left with no other choice but to sell it to the country that appreciated his genius which is Japan. If only our government would pay close attention to these things and set aside even for a moment politics, then this could be beneficial to the majority of the people, not just to them.
Philippines should realize that there is none that could help us but ourselves. We must realize our strengths, play by them, and harness them to their full potentials—but not up to the extent that we will exploit them. Fuel might be the main source of energy in our country, but that doesn’t mean we cannot tap other alternative resources. It all boils down to proper utilization and management of resources.
Yet, there really is something that we can do for ourselves, if not for the continuous oil price hike in our country.
Our government should have somehow anticipated this kind of crisis because of the mounting tension in the Middle East these past few years. Instead of on politics, our government should have concentrated more on harnessing alternative sources of energy. Here in our country are lots of them: solar, geothermal, hydrothermal, wind, and even nuclear. Our country has lots or raw potentials waiting to be harnessed but was unfortunately exploited instead.
I can also recall a Filipino inventor who demonstrated a water-fueled car engine. It was a work of wonder; if utilized and developed more properly, it could save us millions of our budget in buying fuel and of course help control pollution by more or less than ninety per cent. But what happened with the inventor and his wonderful invention? His name wasn’t even celebrated for the miracle he had done. Instead, he was left unnoticed, and so he was left with no other choice but to sell it to the country that appreciated his genius which is Japan. If only our government would pay close attention to these things and set aside even for a moment politics, then this could be beneficial to the majority of the people, not just to them.
Philippines should realize that there is none that could help us but ourselves. We must realize our strengths, play by them, and harness them to their full potentials—but not up to the extent that we will exploit them. Fuel might be the main source of energy in our country, but that doesn’t mean we cannot tap other alternative resources. It all boils down to proper utilization and management of resources.
SACRIFICE
Giving up something you really like…making way for something you need in place of something you really want…some may call all these simply as sacrifice.
Why are sacrifices needed?
At some point in our lives, we really have to let go of something even if we really don’t want to. There is no room for arguments, no gray areas, no middle ground. No matter how hard you try to keep balance on everything, time will come that you have to choose one over the other. Not everything that we need is served on a platter. Sometimes—or most of the time—we have to pay for something that we really like. And sometimes these things entail sacrifice.
The essence of sacrifice is that you know you want something but still you gave it up for a larger cause. Sounds noble, right? Of course, it is.
Giving up something isn’t a piece of cake.
I am living proof, you know. Who isn’t, for that matter?
Why are sacrifices needed?
At some point in our lives, we really have to let go of something even if we really don’t want to. There is no room for arguments, no gray areas, no middle ground. No matter how hard you try to keep balance on everything, time will come that you have to choose one over the other. Not everything that we need is served on a platter. Sometimes—or most of the time—we have to pay for something that we really like. And sometimes these things entail sacrifice.
The essence of sacrifice is that you know you want something but still you gave it up for a larger cause. Sounds noble, right? Of course, it is.
Giving up something isn’t a piece of cake.
I am living proof, you know. Who isn’t, for that matter?
Agricultural Crisis in the Philippines
It seems that almost every day, I never fail to hear news about multi-national or international companies here in the Philippines connected with an environmental issue. Issues on toxic wastes, the pollution they cause, etcetera etcetera. But what boggles me most is that, despite those things, our government still allows and gives permit for such companies and factories to operate.
Hmmm…something’s ticking in my skull…
I know that those issues are not all that there is to industrialization and commercialization. Thru these, also, more job opportunities are provided. Plus, the additional investments—foreign and local—would benefit our government. But still, the price they had to pay…the neglecting of the agricultural sector and the displacement of farmers…
Hmmm…something’s nagging in my head…
“Play with your strength.”
I don’t know, but this “cliché” or saying always pops in my head every time I see or hear or read news about this issue on industrialization.
We all know that Philippines is an agricultural country. Meaning, its blood is the agriculture sector and its heart is the farmers. In a contest, a fight, a struggle or a challenge, they always tell us to bear in mind that cliché. Well, are—the government—they?
The world’s aiming towards globalization. Meaning, the medium towards economic progress would be industrialization and commercialization.
Well, it clearly shows that the Philippines got much faith in that ideology, since the country’s willing to pursue the process even though we all know we are ill-equipped, financially speaking, to the extent that conversions of most arable lands to industrial/commercial purposes was allowed.
The agricultural crisis. Why are we experiencing this? We’re supposed to be an agricultural country, right?
I’ve learned—and kept at heart—the lesson of the concept “binarism.” I always try to look at things not only in a single perspective. Which is exactly what I did while I am pursuing this topic.
I know that industrialization and commercialization, even though they have their con’s, also have their pro’s. However, I think the priority must be the agriculture sector.
People have different views over everything. I just wished that the day will come they would come to realize what I did.
Play with your strength.
Hmmm…something’s ticking in my skull…
I know that those issues are not all that there is to industrialization and commercialization. Thru these, also, more job opportunities are provided. Plus, the additional investments—foreign and local—would benefit our government. But still, the price they had to pay…the neglecting of the agricultural sector and the displacement of farmers…
Hmmm…something’s nagging in my head…
“Play with your strength.”
I don’t know, but this “cliché” or saying always pops in my head every time I see or hear or read news about this issue on industrialization.
We all know that Philippines is an agricultural country. Meaning, its blood is the agriculture sector and its heart is the farmers. In a contest, a fight, a struggle or a challenge, they always tell us to bear in mind that cliché. Well, are—the government—they?
The world’s aiming towards globalization. Meaning, the medium towards economic progress would be industrialization and commercialization.
Well, it clearly shows that the Philippines got much faith in that ideology, since the country’s willing to pursue the process even though we all know we are ill-equipped, financially speaking, to the extent that conversions of most arable lands to industrial/commercial purposes was allowed.
The agricultural crisis. Why are we experiencing this? We’re supposed to be an agricultural country, right?
I’ve learned—and kept at heart—the lesson of the concept “binarism.” I always try to look at things not only in a single perspective. Which is exactly what I did while I am pursuing this topic.
I know that industrialization and commercialization, even though they have their con’s, also have their pro’s. However, I think the priority must be the agriculture sector.
People have different views over everything. I just wished that the day will come they would come to realize what I did.
Play with your strength.
All About ME
An Unfinished Story
Once upon a time, in the dawn of the 19th of September, 1990, a baby girl named “Kate” was born…
…And she lived happily ever after.
Oops. That was too early to say. Moreover, that was very, very far from reality. Catherine Jane E. Nequinto, or Kate, was far from “living happily ever after” since it was neither ending at the moment nor was it happy all the time.
She is the second born to Ma. Veronica E. Nequinto and Remon D. Nequinto. Her parents decided to marry after she was born. They thought it is for the better, and that me and my eldest sister Ma. Elena are going to need a formal family where there is a mother, a father, grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles and aunts.
Then, after three years, Kate’s second sister, Bianca Mae, was born. Three years after that, her last sibling—and the only male in the brood of four—was born. Kate was the one who named his baby brother Ian Paulo. She’s been dreaming about that name days before her brother was born.
However, in life it was never always smooth sailing. Even when she was young, her parents’ relationship was always at the verge of being broken. She never liked the fights that she had witnessed or the bursts of anger that she was seeing every time they have a disagreement or when they fight over something. Actually, she thought that their separation would bring more good to their family than their staying together. Even when she was still young she had this habit of speaking up her mind, and she did so by expressing her thoughts and feelings to her mother about the separation. But her mother refused to be shaken by their fights and still wanted to try to keep the family together.
Up to now, they are living up to that decision of her mother. Now, her eldest sister, Ma. Elena, is already reviewing for the board exam in Nursing after graduating last year. Her other sister, Bea, is already on her third year in high school, and was planning to take the UPCAT on her fourth year. The youngest of the brood and the only boy, Ian, is already on Grade 6 this year.
As you can see, her life was far from a fairy tale. No wicked witch, no wicked stepmothers and stepsisters, no Prince Charming, and certainly no poisoned apples. But there definitely are dragons that besiege her life, dragons that kept of testing her and pushing her to the edge. Yet, she was valiantly holding on and fighting these dragons, using her shield, her armor and her sword. From time to time she acquire burns, get wounded, and at times she even thought of removing her armor and just let the dragon’s breath of fire eat her all up. Her dreams and her promise to her mom are the things that are stopping her and what’s making her hold her ground. She has big dreams. And she’s determined to pursue these dreams until it was in her grasp.
College is just a step away from achieving her dreams…and the dream of living happily ever after would be—I think—her next goal after chasing her ambitions. Her skirmishes with the dragons are not yet ending here, but instead they are merely starting to unfold at this point in time. She still needs her armor, her shield and her sword.
And there are still more dragons to come…and slay.
Once upon a time, in the dawn of the 19th of September, 1990, a baby girl named “Kate” was born…
…And she lived happily ever after.
Oops. That was too early to say. Moreover, that was very, very far from reality. Catherine Jane E. Nequinto, or Kate, was far from “living happily ever after” since it was neither ending at the moment nor was it happy all the time.
She is the second born to Ma. Veronica E. Nequinto and Remon D. Nequinto. Her parents decided to marry after she was born. They thought it is for the better, and that me and my eldest sister Ma. Elena are going to need a formal family where there is a mother, a father, grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles and aunts.
Then, after three years, Kate’s second sister, Bianca Mae, was born. Three years after that, her last sibling—and the only male in the brood of four—was born. Kate was the one who named his baby brother Ian Paulo. She’s been dreaming about that name days before her brother was born.
However, in life it was never always smooth sailing. Even when she was young, her parents’ relationship was always at the verge of being broken. She never liked the fights that she had witnessed or the bursts of anger that she was seeing every time they have a disagreement or when they fight over something. Actually, she thought that their separation would bring more good to their family than their staying together. Even when she was still young she had this habit of speaking up her mind, and she did so by expressing her thoughts and feelings to her mother about the separation. But her mother refused to be shaken by their fights and still wanted to try to keep the family together.
Up to now, they are living up to that decision of her mother. Now, her eldest sister, Ma. Elena, is already reviewing for the board exam in Nursing after graduating last year. Her other sister, Bea, is already on her third year in high school, and was planning to take the UPCAT on her fourth year. The youngest of the brood and the only boy, Ian, is already on Grade 6 this year.
As you can see, her life was far from a fairy tale. No wicked witch, no wicked stepmothers and stepsisters, no Prince Charming, and certainly no poisoned apples. But there definitely are dragons that besiege her life, dragons that kept of testing her and pushing her to the edge. Yet, she was valiantly holding on and fighting these dragons, using her shield, her armor and her sword. From time to time she acquire burns, get wounded, and at times she even thought of removing her armor and just let the dragon’s breath of fire eat her all up. Her dreams and her promise to her mom are the things that are stopping her and what’s making her hold her ground. She has big dreams. And she’s determined to pursue these dreams until it was in her grasp.
College is just a step away from achieving her dreams…and the dream of living happily ever after would be—I think—her next goal after chasing her ambitions. Her skirmishes with the dragons are not yet ending here, but instead they are merely starting to unfold at this point in time. She still needs her armor, her shield and her sword.
And there are still more dragons to come…and slay.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Dead tired.
Four more days to go...
*sigh*
The jeepney's still continuing on its trail towards its destination...and we are all hanging on. The road might be rocky at times, but of course we have to hold on.
Yeah. Right. Easier said than done. But I think there are some things can be easier done than said.
Chao for now.
*sigh*
The jeepney's still continuing on its trail towards its destination...and we are all hanging on. The road might be rocky at times, but of course we have to hold on.
Yeah. Right. Easier said than done. But I think there are some things can be easier done than said.
Chao for now.
Monday, July 28, 2008
How much is ME?!
This afternoon came one of my most anticipated event in this process—the human auction.
I was bought with the price of two hundred and fifty pesos. TWO HUNDRED FIFTY PESOS. I can’t believe I was just worth that much. I know, a two hundred fifty is still a two hundred fifty. But still, I can’t believe that my existence could be summed up with just that much. My seventeen years and ten months that I invested in this world was only worth two hundred fifty pesos after everything that I’ve done.
Yeah, I know. I’m being a little bit of melodramatic here. Haha. =D (I should be thankful actually; I reached the level of hundreds. Nyahahahaha.)
But then it hit me: how much really is my worth in this world? This human auction doused me with that cold reality. All the things that I’ve done—which I thought was already very noble and grand—was just a small fraction of what I could really do. I thought I’ve already done much, I thought I already accomplished a whole lot of things. But then, hey, I was just beginning to invest in my bank of worthiness. My maintaining balance is two hundred fifty pesos.
Reminiscing everything that transpired this afternoon, I realized I was somehow really worth that much…for now. I could and should do more to increase and prove my worth thru hard work and sacrifice.
For now, I’m going back to the apartment, doing all the stuff I had to do. My bed is as usual beckoning me to sleep. But I have to resist. T.T wahay.. (-.-)
PS: Five days to go…
Sunday, July 27, 2008
A jeepney-induced realization
As I was sitting at the end of the jeepney on the way back here in Los Banos, I can’t help but realize how heavy my 'burdens' were: a backpack full of clothes and other stuff, a paper bag where my formal dress and my sandals are, and my bulky laptop bag that kept on slipping in my shoulders. I remember how difficult it is to adjust and keep hold of everything whenever somebody called the journey into a halt and decided to go down and end the journey there, believing they reached their destination earlier than I do. I can remember how it feels like whenever the driver suddenly stepped on the brakes and I was left with nothing else to do but to struggle, not knowing when and where to hold on to keep myself from slipping. And the realization that the journey tends to be rocky and not smooth sailing most specially when you’re alone.
Nah. A bit mushy, I know. Might be the effect of the headache I acquired on the trip. (hehe, reasons, reasons =D) However, I thought that that journey can somehow be compared to the application process which we were in right now. Yes, so predictable, you might say. But it did strike me unexpectedly as I was (once again) racking my brain for something to write.
The bags that I was holding are my priorities at this point in time; how I handle my bags are how I balance my priorities, how I tried and is still trying not to let go of anything (but somehow something slipped away =P).
The difficulty I feel whenever someone is stepping down from the jeep and whenever the driver suddenly steps on the brakes is the part when somebody in our batch decided to quit. It’s shaking, and you find it difficult to once again find your momentum and keep your head on the journey and what lies ahead. Yes, it was partly our fault; I know it is our job as a batch and batch mates to encourage them to go on and stay in the journey with us. But some really had to call the journey at halt for reasons we cannot argue with them. Once again, just like in the bag part, it’s the element of sacrifice…
And the point where I had to look at all these as a burden…or as a preparation. Preparation of what life really is outside and as preparation of heavier responsibilities once we’re in. Not to be plastic, of course there came a time that I thought it was all crap and burden for nothing. But then a thing that I learned also in the process, it’s a matter of perspective or how would you look at things. If you think you aren’t learning anything then make it a point that you find something that you can learn.
As I reached UPLB and came face to face with these realizations, and as I lay down my bags beside the cabinet, I once again succumbed to the sanctuary of my bed, where my pillows and sleep welcomed me in its embrace.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Nonesense
So. My first time ever to make a blog. Haha.
Actually, I was already worrying last night when we were on our way home what to write about in my first blog entry. See, I am not one of those people who could write blogs that would make your nose bleed with its deepness, nor make your eyes teary with its mushiness. This entry can be a classic example. Hehe.
Well, this blog entry might be nonsensical to you, but at least I was able to do what I have to: publish my very first blog in the net. (Wahaha!) When I woke up today at 2:43 pm I was already looking for an inspiration, something that would compel me to make a sensible and wonderful blog. I remembered the blogs of my friends that I’ve read and I panicked and was pressured. And so I brainstormed. And brainstormed. And brainstormed.
Until I fell asleep again.
Now that it’s already 3:23, and that I’m awake, I cannot think of anything else to write but this. Writing for some people might be undemanding, but actually thinking about what to write (for me) could be very hard. Thank heavens for love, nature, religion, experiences, and everything else that inspires poets and writers alike. They owe them everything they write.
As for me, I would like to thank my sleepiness and cluelessness on what to write about. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to make my first blog entry. =))
Cheers!
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