I would like to share this video to everyone.
This video makes me really bend down and cry, it reminds me how imperfect my family became.
I wish I had one good old folk like this.
enjoy:)
video courtesy of Edward Wong.
nice nice video :)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Punchbag
I couldn't imagine how long this problem persisted and how long I have been able to tolerate it. For so damn long.. this has never improved. It makes me tied up to all responsibilities I am too young to handle.. far too young to.
This trouble taught me how any form of joy is the lust of the mind and all that is poor and sad is happiness.
The fact that the sole person of our place never enjoyed anything since this problem came is the greatest indication that we too, should share the same fate. When in fact, the only sin I had was when I was given under their supervision. Under their power.
Everything that pisses this person off would definitely be blamed to our existence in this rusted roof. I cant find any way or any reason to protest since everything I am living is under their provision. Every inch of happiness I receive would amount to the anger of this monster because I wanted to be so. This would be too vague to read but that's exactly what I feel. I dont want to put the blame to this person as obvious as it suppose to be. But I think, it wouldn't be so hard to guess :)
If you have done things out of concern, how else would you expect a person to pay you back?
I gave my utmost concern to this person when I was trying to find out a solution for this person's sake. Tonight, he was pissed off because of something I really know nothing of. Maybe seeing me triggered the angry animal inside so it immediately found a solution to stretch some bones-- find one good fault of mine to blame.
Alas, the monster was lucky. It found one good fault, and it occurred so timely since I just came from school, making me too tired to protest.
Oh well, and the punchbag was used again.
...
Surprisingly, I never cried. Not even a single tear came out. Attempts to.. yes. But crying per se, no. I guess I'm just too old to take this too seriously. I have grown with this 'tradition' anyway.
Well, disappointments accompany this fate, I suppose. I just had my 19th birthday last October 6, and they never knew it. Perhaps that's one of the most frustrating thing they do every year. Since this monstrous dilemma came, I never had a nice one ever again.
I guess one of the greatest thing you should feel during birthdays is that you should feel how special that day is, so you could get reminded that you are given another year to live, to improve and to mature. Since that birthday (and the past birthdays) never became memorable to me, maturity and all else never sank in me. I never act the way I ought to be as a 19 year old since there's no way to remind me I need to. Or, that there's no good memory to remind me that a year had gone, the mistakes were washed off, and I am refreshed to start all over again.
In my case, all these horrible things are stuck in me. I'll never grow old again. I'll never be mature enough to face life's race and its all their fault. All because they wanted to blame me for all their mishap.
If this is the way it should be then so be it. Oh well, that's life anyway :)
This trouble taught me how any form of joy is the lust of the mind and all that is poor and sad is happiness.
The fact that the sole person of our place never enjoyed anything since this problem came is the greatest indication that we too, should share the same fate. When in fact, the only sin I had was when I was given under their supervision. Under their power.
Everything that pisses this person off would definitely be blamed to our existence in this rusted roof. I cant find any way or any reason to protest since everything I am living is under their provision. Every inch of happiness I receive would amount to the anger of this monster because I wanted to be so. This would be too vague to read but that's exactly what I feel. I dont want to put the blame to this person as obvious as it suppose to be. But I think, it wouldn't be so hard to guess :)
If you have done things out of concern, how else would you expect a person to pay you back?
I gave my utmost concern to this person when I was trying to find out a solution for this person's sake. Tonight, he was pissed off because of something I really know nothing of. Maybe seeing me triggered the angry animal inside so it immediately found a solution to stretch some bones-- find one good fault of mine to blame.
Alas, the monster was lucky. It found one good fault, and it occurred so timely since I just came from school, making me too tired to protest.
Oh well, and the punchbag was used again.
...
Surprisingly, I never cried. Not even a single tear came out. Attempts to.. yes. But crying per se, no. I guess I'm just too old to take this too seriously. I have grown with this 'tradition' anyway.
Well, disappointments accompany this fate, I suppose. I just had my 19th birthday last October 6, and they never knew it. Perhaps that's one of the most frustrating thing they do every year. Since this monstrous dilemma came, I never had a nice one ever again.
I guess one of the greatest thing you should feel during birthdays is that you should feel how special that day is, so you could get reminded that you are given another year to live, to improve and to mature. Since that birthday (and the past birthdays) never became memorable to me, maturity and all else never sank in me. I never act the way I ought to be as a 19 year old since there's no way to remind me I need to. Or, that there's no good memory to remind me that a year had gone, the mistakes were washed off, and I am refreshed to start all over again.
In my case, all these horrible things are stuck in me. I'll never grow old again. I'll never be mature enough to face life's race and its all their fault. All because they wanted to blame me for all their mishap.
If this is the way it should be then so be it. Oh well, that's life anyway :)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Payback time
Perhaps one of the most devastating typhoon the Philippines met in the new millenium was Ondoy. With its wind power reaching more than 120kph, the nerve-cracking storm swept most of Metro Manila especially Marikina, Cainta, Pasig and Antipolo. Having the storm signal number 3, it covered the grounds of manila with murky water flooding most of the highways disabling most of the biggest roads in the city, thus mnaking transportation impossible. Due to this, most of the people in travel were left stranded with no other option but to wade in the streets to get home on time. Some of them spent the night elsewhere than to risk their chances wading in the flood growing inch by inch.
The morning of September 26 was no less than an ordinary rainy saturaday when my dad woke me up. It had been raining since 4:00 am, or even earlier. Upon hearing the rain hitting like sharp needles on the roof, I decided not to go to my PE class that day and went back to bed immediately. I had long been anticipating for a game but since saturdays are always rainy days, we never had one since our very first game. The rain was present as usual that day except that the skies were heavily tinted with gray. In spite of these, I managed to finish the laundry and went staright to my bedroom to read my brother's almanac. A few minutes
later, I was surprised to hear the people busily hovering in and out of the kitchen. I went out of my room and felt the cold rain water on my toes. It came from the backyard and went straight to the kitchen, making its way to the rest of the house. My dad, brother and uncle tried preventing the flood from coming in by blocking any possible entrance from the kitchen, including the door. I decided this ain't a watchful scene so i tried helping them too. I remembered, my brother and I noticed the rain water was shallowly accumulating when I was finishing the laundry. I told my uncle about this but then he just told me it would just drain up in a while. Hearing this, I ignored the little mass of water in the backyard as well and went on.This incidence was a big surprise for us. It never happened in years. We have lived there for long but never felt such disaster before. But then, upon opening the television, I realized that the scenario was worse outside. I never heard of such plague as worse as this but I believe the news never lied. The flood in Marikina reached the roof of the residences. On accounts made by news anchors, it didn't took an hour to fill the whole of marikina. In a matter of minutes, the flood was instantly roof-high. Indeed it was like a nightmare. It never spared anyone. It ruined everything it could land on. Regardless of the status or value the people may hold, they were all rendered victims.
Soon, everyone was pleading for help. Searching for their lost relatives or mourning over devastated properties. Some are thankful for another chance to live, others felt hopeless. The whole of metro manila was mud. Soup-like mud. Knee-high and thick in consistency. It could harden with it anything lying underneath.
Upon watching the news, my body ached. Especially my shoulders, but it wouldn't amount to the pain all those people felt. They did not only lost a house, they do lost a home. In just one day, the friuts of their year-long labor was left tattered. All the hopes they established for years were all swept away. The dreams they were to fulfill was left a mere dream. The people they loved was taken away. All these in a matter of minutes. I couldn't imagine how scary this could be but all those faces painted it all. It was pain. Pure pain that ni morphine could suffice. Pure
pain, both literally and figuratively.After that day, I heard news from my colleagues that some of our batchmates were left stranded inside the university and stayed there for the night. Honestly, the flood was never a shock to all thomasians. But with the water waist high, it was a different story.
Perhaps one of the biggest reason to blame is climate change. this has been an issue for so long. Many are advocating to change the untoward acts of the people towards nature. In the end, the blame would always be pointed to us. All of these are the consequence of our actions.
Let us not make Global Warming just a fond internet topic. Let us help each other do something to stop it now.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A short story :)
Another free week for us since the university announced its first case of AH1N1 :))
so I started scribbling short stories.. anything that pops in my head :))
The wind. It never stopped blowing from the time I came in this new apartment. It even followed me from the airport to the cab on my way here. I need to go away. I need to escape from the ghost that was possessing me.
His face-lovely,handsome,more than any woman could dream of. He was introduced to me by our mutual friend. He was a fine young man. He told me fascinating things that awakened the child in me. Wondrous fantasies I have long forgotten because of maturity.
It never took long before I gave him my approval for he is more than perfect for me. From staying on the phone late at night, talking, to actually spending the nights with him. I never had any regrets. Though I could notice he never lose hold of the imaginary things he was telling me, I thought he was just being funny.
Until one thing made me realize- it wasn't fantasy. Thinking that the news would brighten him up, I told him happily one day that I conceive his child. To my surprise, his face blurred. Suddenly, he was sweating profusely and was looking abnormally sacred. He never looked at me, instead, he looked around me. Soon he was screaming, panting and crying hard like a child. The face I loved scared me like crazy that I wanted to run away.
It couldn't be any evil spirit, I thought. The time and place never suggested any signs of paranormal existence. So, at least, I know I should expect the worse.
I stood still. Then I slowly moved towards him. My heart kept pounding hard on its cage, breaking slowly. He was shouting to someone behind me when it was only I, trying to calm him down. Suddenly, he stood up, shaking. He took my arm tight, dragging me down the parking lot and threw me inside the car. He kept the frightened look in his face as I was evenly scared of what he was thinking.
Soon, he was racing the car to the empty highway whispering words I could barely understand. I started thinking to myself that if I never helped him now, it could be too late for him, for me and for our child. I started pleading and egging him to stop the car from speeding. i kept telling him there is nothing to fear about. That he could be fine soon if he would listen. but to my dismay, it appeared that he never heard me. He continued rushing fast in the empty highway, murmuring words I wouldn't want to know.
I was hoping for salvation. That at least someone: a cop, or a highway officer would notice this over speeding vehicle and do something, but no one's there. It's as if I am suffering the same amount of insanity at this very moment.
Thinking it was hopeless, I cried. Wishing I never knew him, that I never gave in to his physical beauty, that I should have notice this illness that could kill us from any moment now. I prayed, that if this is how I could reach my God, then so be it. But if I survived this ruthless journey, then teach me how to be me again.
The last bit of memory I could grasp was the merciless speed he was indulging. I opened my eyes to see myself lying safe on a clean, white bed on a hospital I use to work.
I'm alive. I survived.
My friends came rushing beside me the moment they knew I'm awake. They brought me here and stayed with me all night. They told me what happened. If I sound rude, forgive me, I also am a victim. Because finally, He's gone.
I couldn't remember how many years prospered since that merciless incident happened. I wouldn't want to know anyway. But today, I need to go away. I need to escape. The thought that almost killed me years ago is going back again. The ghost possessing me came back. Now I'm crying again. To think that the fruit of my own, and the man who almost killed us, suffers the same disease.
If the world turned away from me, I wouldn't want to know. But my child, my only child, like his insane father...
suffers Schizophrenia.
hahaha..
if it sound so shallow, forgive me :)
i know im so amateur :))
so I started scribbling short stories.. anything that pops in my head :))
The wind. It never stopped blowing from the time I came in this new apartment. It even followed me from the airport to the cab on my way here. I need to go away. I need to escape from the ghost that was possessing me.
His face-lovely,handsome,more than any woman could dream of. He was introduced to me by our mutual friend. He was a fine young man. He told me fascinating things that awakened the child in me. Wondrous fantasies I have long forgotten because of maturity.
It never took long before I gave him my approval for he is more than perfect for me. From staying on the phone late at night, talking, to actually spending the nights with him. I never had any regrets. Though I could notice he never lose hold of the imaginary things he was telling me, I thought he was just being funny.
Until one thing made me realize- it wasn't fantasy. Thinking that the news would brighten him up, I told him happily one day that I conceive his child. To my surprise, his face blurred. Suddenly, he was sweating profusely and was looking abnormally sacred. He never looked at me, instead, he looked around me. Soon he was screaming, panting and crying hard like a child. The face I loved scared me like crazy that I wanted to run away.
It couldn't be any evil spirit, I thought. The time and place never suggested any signs of paranormal existence. So, at least, I know I should expect the worse.
I stood still. Then I slowly moved towards him. My heart kept pounding hard on its cage, breaking slowly. He was shouting to someone behind me when it was only I, trying to calm him down. Suddenly, he stood up, shaking. He took my arm tight, dragging me down the parking lot and threw me inside the car. He kept the frightened look in his face as I was evenly scared of what he was thinking.
Soon, he was racing the car to the empty highway whispering words I could barely understand. I started thinking to myself that if I never helped him now, it could be too late for him, for me and for our child. I started pleading and egging him to stop the car from speeding. i kept telling him there is nothing to fear about. That he could be fine soon if he would listen. but to my dismay, it appeared that he never heard me. He continued rushing fast in the empty highway, murmuring words I wouldn't want to know.
I was hoping for salvation. That at least someone: a cop, or a highway officer would notice this over speeding vehicle and do something, but no one's there. It's as if I am suffering the same amount of insanity at this very moment.
Thinking it was hopeless, I cried. Wishing I never knew him, that I never gave in to his physical beauty, that I should have notice this illness that could kill us from any moment now. I prayed, that if this is how I could reach my God, then so be it. But if I survived this ruthless journey, then teach me how to be me again.
The last bit of memory I could grasp was the merciless speed he was indulging. I opened my eyes to see myself lying safe on a clean, white bed on a hospital I use to work.
I'm alive. I survived.
My friends came rushing beside me the moment they knew I'm awake. They brought me here and stayed with me all night. They told me what happened. If I sound rude, forgive me, I also am a victim. Because finally, He's gone.
I couldn't remember how many years prospered since that merciless incident happened. I wouldn't want to know anyway. But today, I need to go away. I need to escape. The thought that almost killed me years ago is going back again. The ghost possessing me came back. Now I'm crying again. To think that the fruit of my own, and the man who almost killed us, suffers the same disease.
If the world turned away from me, I wouldn't want to know. But my child, my only child, like his insane father...
suffers Schizophrenia.
hahaha..
if it sound so shallow, forgive me :)
i know im so amateur :))
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I made a choice....err..choices :)
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June 2, 2009 :
I went out to secure myself with Barangay Clearance as part of our requirement for the San Lorenzo Scholarship in the University. Honestly, I really wanted to help my parents out even if I know they can manage to answer my fees for education. That's why I am bothering myself to go out the comfortable place at home and walk in the rain for these requirements.
I woke up earlier than usual for this day because of two things : first, to do the laundry (yeah, I do the laundry during summer :S)and to avail those requirements before I get busy for school.
My father's booming voice was enough to shake my head and start working early at 7am and finish the laundry extra fast. Then, i prepared myself for my escapade on this rainy tuesday. That was almost lunchtime and I'm almost feeling regretful because i'm not gonna hear my favorite summer show on the radio because of these errands.
After tons and tons of instructions from my dad, I finally got out of the house and went just in for my first stop : The Secretary of our subdivision's homeowners association. With the most pleasant approach for favor I learned at school, I greeted Mrs. Secretary and gave my agenda. Good thing she is a pleasant woman and I had no problem asking about stuff since she's not the monster I was (kind of) expecting. She gave me a certification indicating that i am, indeed, a resident of our subdivision and bid me good luck for the scholarship I wanted to avail :)
My next stop : Barangay Hall.
I looked for tricycles painted yellow on the corner Mrs. Secretary and Daddy told me. I was sort of confused because there were people waiting in line when there are lots of trikes to board. Lucky enough, I reached the first trike just when the driver called out for the passengers going to the place where I would go. Haha. So I went in and noticed that the trip was kind of longer compared to the trike ride I am taking on the way to school everyday.
The trike stopped exactly where I am supposed to go so I need not to ask or walk any further. (or I'd get lost! Honestly, I'm the kind of person who lacks that sense of direction!)
I went in and told my agenda to the first person who entertained me as pleasantly as possible. Then went upstairs as instructed and handed my ID for the certificate/clearance I am up to.
Surprisingly, the woman doing the certificate queered me this way : "UST?", she said "Opo. :)" I said. "May nanggaling din dito kanina eh, taga-UST din, para din sa Scholarship niya. Kaya lang freshman siya kaya wala pa siyang ID", she explained.
It was part funny, part surprising to think that Thomasians like me resides just around here in the place I live in.
Then, moments later, I got my clearance. Thanked the people around and went away. But lucky I went away, even happier because the people inside the Barangay Hall bid me good luck and hoped that I could be able to avail that scholarship.
Finally I went home simply because I already spent all the money my father gave me for the fees and transportation. Then he said I may come later for the voter's registration and have lunch first.
After lunch time, I really had no intentions of going to the voter's registration office anymore. I wouldn't want to vote here in the first place. Whether out take this as an offense or not, Politics here in the Philippines is crap. I don't believe that that one vote of mine could change a lot of things. *duh* Nothing happened in politics for the last 18 years of living here in the Philippines. Besides, it only gets each new term.
Connected to that, my father and i had been arguing about that. he was frantically forcing me to register because of a lot of stuff he is concerned about as a full-pledge Filipino citizen. And finally, he told me that I need that Voter's ID as an important document for some transactions (for future use, I think). So I agreed to avail one.
The City hall, well, this was my first time ever to drop by. I found the registration booth just behind the city hall and started with panic. I don't know exactly what to do. Then, finally, all I need to do was to photocopy my school ID and submit and everything else follows. It was fast, in fairness. The exact opposite of what I expected from government offices.
After a few minutes, I'm done! I looked horrible on the photo for the voter's ID but, I guess what made a difference is that I am now willing to cast a vote for 2010 elections. What, made me convinced, nah, I still can't tell. Maybe because I wouldn't want to waste the effort I made to register :)) but, now I think one vote can make a difference :)
Now, forgive me for being such an ineffective writer. just to support the title these are the choices I made today :
1. Avail a scholarship to help my dudes.
2. Cast a vote on 2010 :)
I missed blogging, by the way :)
Monday, March 16, 2009
Pamanahong Papel (UST-BSN 1-12 '08-'09)
Kolehiyo ng Narsing
Taong Akademiko 2008-2009
CELEBrology :
Isang pagsusuri sa Karera at Pag-aaral ng mga Celebrity Students
Nina:
Baysa, Maiko Kaye U
Bernardo, Rose Marie Ann A.
Bumanlag, Lady Clarrise C.
Evangelista, Kirpatrick R.
Morales, Isidoro Gabriel N.
Teves, Jose Gabriel P.
Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas, Kolehiyo ng Narsing, BSN 1-12
sa patnubay ni Gng. Zendel Taruc, M. Ed.
Ika-10 ng Marso, 2008
I.Mga Kaugnay na Babasahin/ Literatura
A. Layunin
Layunin ng pamanahong papel na ito na talakayin ang buhay at mga gawi ng mga celebrity students. Dito ay mabibigyang-pansin ang kanilang pagkakaiba nila sa mga ordinaryong estudyante na di
B. Kahulugan ng Celebrity Student
A celebrity is one who is popularly honored for some signal achievement: sought after by media/mass. ( Webster’s Third New World International Dictionary, 1993). Sila ay mga mag-aaral na kasalukuyang naka-enrol sa isang paaralan gayundin, sila rin ay mga artista, atleta, o modelo ng komersyal na sikat at madalas makita sa telebisyon, entablado at mga magazines.
C. Mga Halimbawa ng Celebrity Students
Sina Chis Tiu, Robi Domingo, Iya Villania, Bianca King, Nikki Gil, Andi, Enchong Dee, Dylan Ababou, Jervy Cruz, Harry Santos, at LJ Reyes ay ilan lamang sa mga kilalang celebrity students sa ating bansa.
Sila ay maaaring maging isang actor/aktres, atleta o modelo at kasalukuyang nag-aaral o kumukuha ng digri sa kolehiyo.
D. Mga Isyu ng Isang Celebrity Student
Time management, privacy, tsismis, academic achievements, working relationship sa talent manager at relasyon sa pamilya at sa kaibigan ay ilan lamang sa mga isyung kinakaharap ng mga celebrity students. Ang ilan ay halos matuyo ang utak kakaisip dahil sa matinding iskedyul. Marami rin silang pressure na nararamdaman bilang estudyante bukod pa sa pagiging isang celebrity. Mayroon din silang takot na nararamdaman dahil hindi nila alam kung ano ang dapat asahan sa kanila ng mga manonood at ng kanilang mga propesor. Ginagamit din nila ng tama ang kanilang oras. Dahil sa kanilang mahusay na pamamahala ng oras, nakakaya pa nilang makagawa ng kanilang mga takdang aralin at makapagbasa ng kanilang mga leksyon. Ginagamit din nila ang break nila 
sa pagitan ng bawat eksena upang mag-aral.
Kahit gaano katindi ang iskedyul ng mga celebrity students, pag-aaral pa rin ang mas nangunguna nilang prayoridad. Dahil determinado silang silang matapos, nagagawa nilang pagsabayin ang pag-aaral at ang kanilang trabaho.
Sa eskwelahan, wala silang natataggap na “special treatment” mula sa kanilang mga propesor. Ang mga natututunan nila sa pagiging estudyante ay naisasagawa nila minsan sa pagiging celebrity at ang natututunan nila sa set o court ay minsan naisasakatuparan din sa pagiging mag-aaral.( Candy Magazine, 2007 )
Ang pagtatrabaho ( pagiging artista, atleta, modelo, vj, dj) ay hindi rin nila mabitawan sapagkat itinuturing nila ito bilang “outlet” upang maging masaya sa buhay natututo silang ngumiti kahit na gaano pa katindi ang pagod, inis o gutom na kanilang nararamdaman. Mas kinukuha nila sa kanilang mga karanasan ang mga magagandang bagay at nakalilimutan ang mga masasamang pangyayari dahil sa tindi at bigat ng kanilang iskedyul.
Hindi rin nawawala ang tsismis sa buhay ng isang celebrity student. Sa propesyong pinili nila kailanman ay hindi mawawala ang intriga. Totoo man ito o hindi ay nakakaimpluwensiya ito sa kanilang career at imahe kaya’t aminado ang iba sa kanila na sila’y naaapektuhan nito lalo na kung hindi naman totoo ang mga intriga.
Bukod sa mga intriga at tsismis, may mga isyu rin sila pagdating sa relasyon nila sa kanilang pamilya at kaibigan. Dahil sa kanilang kasikatan at busy schedule, hindi maiiwasan na mas mabigyan nila ng oras ang kanilang trabaho at pag-aaral kaysa sa kanilang pamilya at mga kaibigan . Ngunit sa kabila nito, may mga celebrity students na talagang humahanap ng bakanteng oras para lang makasama ang kanilang mga mahal sa buhay dahil nais rin nila na magpaghinga at magkaroon na rin ng bonding time kasama ng kanilang mga mahal sa buhay.
E. Mga Adbentahe ng Pagiging Isang Celebrity Student
- libreng tiket sa sine at konsyerto
- libreng pananamit
- backstage passes
- endorsements
- gift checks
- panayam sa mga lokal at internasyonal na artista
- pagkakaroon ng tagahanga
F. Mga Disadbentahe ng Isang Celebrity Student
- kawalan ng privacy
- hindi agad makatapos sa pag-aaral
- kaunting oras sa pagtulog
- kahirapan sa paghahanap ng mga kagrupo bunga ng busy schedule
- pag-ikot ng buhay sa trabaho at pag-aaral lamang
- hirap sa paghahanap ng tunay na kaibigan
II. Mga Paglalahad ng Sariling Pag-aaral
- Metodolohiya
I. Pamamaraan
Ang pag-aaral na ito ay isinagawa sa pamamagitan ng panayam. Gumawa ang mga mananaiksik ng mga katanungan na sumasagot o sumusukat sa mga isyu na may kinalaman sa buhay at gawi ng isang Celebrity Student. Kabilang na dito ang mga pagkakatulad at pagkakaiba ng mga pamamaraang isinasagawa ng mga respondente. Kinapapalooban ng mga katanungan ang mga iba’t ibang isyung kinakaharap ng isang Celebrity Student. Ang mga isyung ito ay ang pagbabalanse ng oras (time management), mga adbentahe at disaadbentahe (advantages and disadvantages), epekto ng pagiging isang Celebrity sa pag-aaral, mga natatamong pribilehi
yo (privileges), at mga
Sa mga katanungang kaugnay ng pagbabalanse ng oras tullad ng “Paano mo hinahati ang iyong oras?”, tinatalakay ang mga paraan na ginagamit ng respondente upang mapakinabangan ng tama ang kanyang oras. Nakapaloob dito kung kailan at paano siya nakapag-aaral ng mga leksyon sa kabila ng pagiging abala sa mga gawaing may kinalaman sa pagiging Celebrity.
Nakapaloob naman sa Adbentahe at Disadbentahe ang mga espeyal na bagay na tinatamasa gayun din ang mga di kaaya-ayang bagay mula sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya sa loob at labas ng paaralan. Ang mga taong ito ay kinabibilangan ng mga kaibigan, kamag-aral, mga guro at mga taong nakakikilala sa kanila
Sa mga katanungang may kinalaman sa mga epekto ng pagiging isang Celebrity sa pag-aaral
Sa mga katanungang kaugnay ng mga
Ang mga katanungan ay nabuo sa pamamagitan ng pagkalap ng mga impormasyon mula sa mga naunang pag-aaral at mga nailathalang panayam sa na may kaugnay sa isinasagawang pananaliksik.
- Respondente/ Sabjek
Ang mga napiling sabjek sa pag-aaral na ito ay mga artista, atleta o modelo na kasalukuyang kumukuha ng digri sa kolehiyo sa taong akademiko 2008-2009. Ang mga nakapanayan ng mga mananaliksik ay sina Robi Domingo, Dylan Ababou at KC Hollmann.
Pinili ang mga respondente ayon sa ilang mga espesyal na konsiderasyon ayon sa kanilang Academic Standing at uri ng involvement sa Media. Kinapanayam ng mga mananaliksik ang naturang mga Celebrity ayon sa itinakdang oras at panahong naaangkop sa oras ng sabjek. Sa kabuoan, mayroong tatlong respondente ang pag-aaral ng mga mananaliksik.
Ayon sa ilang pag-aaral, ang pagiging
“Nung makapasok ako sa Varsity Team ng UST, hindi ko naman inaasahan na ganito kalaking atensyon yung ibibigay ng mga tao sakin lalo na dun sa mga hindi ko kilala.” Ayon kay Dylan Ababou, isa sa mga kilalang Varsity ng basketball ng Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas. Ang mga simpleng pagbati sa kanya habang siya ay nasa loob ng Campus ay kabilang sa mga bagay na hanggang ngayon ay kinamamanghaan parin ng atleta buhat sa pagiging aktibo sa larangan ng isports.
Dumarating naman ang mga pagkakataong madali para sa nakararaming Celebrity Student ang pakikiusap para makakuha ng ilang mga konsiderasyon ng mga taong nakapaligid sa kanila lalo na sa paaralan, ayon mismo sa pahayag ng mga sabjek ng pag-aaral na ito.
“I’m so thankful I have very considerate teachers who gives me chances to take the exams kahit pa absent ako that day. May mga araw kasi na talagang 24-hours ang isang photoshoot.” Kwento ni KC Hollmann, isang modelo at Commercial model. Ayon sa kanya, ang pagiging isang Celebrity Student ay ginagawa niyang daan upang mabigyang inspirasyon ang ibang kabataan at ipakita sa kanilang ang oras ay isang bagay na kayang isaayos ayon sa interes at importansya ng mga gawain.
Ngunit sa ibang mga kaso,ang pagiging kilala sa larangan ng media ay hindi isang dahilan para mabigyan ng mga espesyal na atensyon sa ibang bagay. Kadalasan, sila ay nauuri paring kahanay ng mga taong kanilang pinakikisamahan. (J. Mendoza showbizandstyle.inquirer.net, 2008)
“Maraming nag-iisip na baka nakakakuha ako ng matataas na grade dahil artista ako or what, pero hindi nila alam, hindi ako nakaka-receive ng special treatments from my professors. Pinaghihirapan ko din naman yung mga grades na yon. And, sa school, there are this so-called ‘Elististas’, they don’t care if you’re a celebrity or not. So hindi rina ko nakakatanggap ng special treatments from people around me
C. Presentasyon ng mga Datos
| | Robi Domingo
| Dylan Ababou  facebook.com | KC Hollmann  flickr.com |
| 1. Oras/Panahon ng Pagtatrabaho | Kadalasang araw-araw | Kapag may nalalapit na kompetisyon | Kung kailan may appointment |
| 2. Panahong ginugugol sa pagtatarabaho | Ayon sa napagkasunduang iskedyul. | 8 oras o higit pa lalo na kung may nalalapit na laro. | Umaabot ng buong araw kung kinakailangan. |
| 3. Panahon kung kailan nakapag-aaral | Habang papunta sa set o sa paaralan | Bago magsimula ang klase | Kapag walang appointment o photo shoot na naka-iskedyul |
| 4. Sanhi ng pagliban sa klase | Mga rehearsal o pictorials na natataon sa oras ng klase. | Mga kompetisyon o naka-iskedyul na training | Matagalang photo shoot o commercial |
| 5. Mga bagay na bibigyang tuon pagkatapos ng pag-aaral ng Kolehiyo | Pag-kuha ng digri sa Medisina | Pagpapatuloy ng career sa Basketball | Pag-aabroad upang magtrabaho o Pagkuha ng digri sa Medisina |
Makikita sa datos ang ilan sa mga kasagutan ng mga respondente ayon sa kani-kanilang mga iskedyul. Tinalakay ng mga sabjek sa mga mananaliksik kung paano nila kinahaharap ang mga bagay na may kaugany sa kanilang pag-aaral at propesyon at kung paano nila ginagampanan ang pagiging mag-aaral at pagiging artista, modelo o atleta sa pareho o limitadong oras. Nakapaloob din dito ang mga bagay na nais pa nilang makamit pagkatapos ng pag-aaral sa Kolehiyo.
Ayon sa panayam, kadalasang trabaho ang pinag-lalaanan ng oras ng mga respondente at naipapasok na lamang ang oras ng pag-aaral sa mga pagkakataong walang ginagawa o sa oras ng pagbibigay ng break. Halimbawa nito ang pag-aaral ni Robi Domingo, na kumukuha ng BS Health Care sa Ateneo de Manila University, sa loob ng kanyang sasakyan para sa susunod na klase o habang papunta sa set. Gumigising naman sa madaling araw ang atletang si Dylan Ababou mula sa AB Behavioral Science para balikan ang mga tinalakay na leksyon bago siya magsimula ng warm-up para sa training. Sinasamantala naman ng modelong si KC Hollmann, na kumukuha din ng kursong Narsing sa Far Eastern University, ang mga araw na wala siyang naka-iskedyul na appointment upang masinsinang makapag-aral para sa mga susunod na talakayin.
III.
A. Kongklusyon
Mahihinuha mula sa pakikipag-ugnayan ng mga mananaliksik sa mga respondente na kahit gaano katindi ang iskedyul ng mga nakapanayam naming celebrity students sa kanilang mga trabaho, mas prayoridad pa rin nila ang kanilang pag-aaral.. Naniniwala sila nana darating ang panahon na sila’y makatatapos dahil sa kanilang determinasyon. Pagdating naman sa kanilang trabaho, makikitang mahal nila ang kanilang ginagawa dahil sa halip na maging pabigat ito para sa kanila, ginagawa nila itong isang uri ng recreation.
Lingid sa kaalaman ng iba na kapag nakakukuha si Robi Domingo ng “C” sa kanyang mga leksyon ay nagpapanik na siya. Bagamat sikat na sikat na siya ay wala siyang natatanggap na special treatment sa kanyang mga propesor at kamag-aral.
Inaakala ng ibang tao na suplada o mayabang ang mga modelo at varsity players. Pinatutunayan nina Dylan Ababou at KC Hollman na magaan lamang kausap ang mga tulad nila. Mahusay na time management ang susi sa kanilang trabaho at pag-aaral.
B. Rekomendasyon
Bigyang pansin ang mga detalye ng pagkakahati-hait ng oras ng bawat Celebrity Student sa iba’t-ibang bagay na pinag-lalaanan nila ng oras. Ituon ang pag-aaral sa pagitan ng Career at kursong napili sa kolehiyo.
Magkaroon din ng sapat na oras para obserbahan ang pakikitungo ng Celebrity Student at alamin ang mga dahilan kung bakit sila nakatatanggap ng mga pribilehiyo mula sa iba’t ibang taong nakapaligid sa kanila. Itala ang mga suliraning kinahaharap ng bawat Celebrity Student sa aspetong personal, akademiko at iba pang kaugnay dito at ilahad ang mga solusyong ginagawa o ginagamit ng bawat respondente.
Sa mga nagnanais na ipagpatuloy ang ginawang pag-aaral, ang suhestyon ng mga mananaliksik ay maglaan ng mas matagal na panahon upang magkaroon ng detalyadong mga sagot mula sa mga respondente. Lubos na makatutulong ang mga detayle na ito dahil magkakaroon ng mas malalim na analysis sa naturang pag-aaral.
C. Bibliograpiya
http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/sim/sim/view20081123-173870/youngandfamous
http://www.igma.tv/story/4268/An-Eager_Learner
November 2008 Issue, S magazine
Candy Magazine, December 2007 Issue. Volume 8 No.9
Candy Magazine, January- February 2006 Volume 7 No.1
www.southmilwaujeehow.com/story/indez.aspx?id=816224
www.merinews.com/catfull.jsp?articleID=137014
www.dailybruin.uda.edu/archives/id/23060
www.suffolkedu/college/16193.html
www.stjoennews.net/news/2008/aug17/poet-actress-gifted-student/?diem
Candy Magazine, March 2008 Volume 9, No.2
Star Studio Magazine
Candy Magazine, April 2007, Vol8 No.3
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The Last Hope
Two more weeks.
This much time left and the delirious first year experience at UST-Nursing will be over. It would only end up in either one of the two definite conclusion: passed (rejoice! i endured! i made it!) or failed (go find another school or shift to another course if you love UST).
:|
Seeing the sun shine bright early at 6:30 this morning as I was about to attend my arnis class led me writing again on this almost forgotten blog. Ooops :))
So, the UST sunrise: It scattered all around the football field that glowed wonderfully as it received the sun's rays. Golden light spread generously on the Royal, Pontifical and Catholic campus I fell in love with.
As I walk my way from the Dapitan gate to the Santissimo Rosario Parish, the sunlight seem to play hide and seek as it peeped through the towering trees perfectly bordering the streets of UST.
I told myself, "beautiful". Then suddenly, a certain thought crossed my head at the very instant, "will I ever see this perfect sunrise again?" (am I dying?! :D) I told myself, "certainly I will." But am I still on the same course if I happen to see one again? -Now that bothered me.
Oh yes, deliberation is almost making its way. All of the freshies of UST-nursing are cramming by now. Worrying on how to catch up. Living by the sleepless nights and 'lunchless' days to study. All of these are torturing. But how else could you assure yourself to pass but through this way. While others, the Dean's Listers, some lying low this second sem -I say they're lucky. Whether they study or not for the second sem, I'm sure they'd make it. But for the majority, arrgh. Forget about lying low first. Do this if and only if you manage to get to second year.
Oh well, its delirious as it has always been. And believe it or not, I'm trying my very best to hold on. I believe I can ~pray. pray. and pray. and work hard. and pray again. --perhaps that's one good foundation i absorbed as a frosh here in UST.
Have faith.
Believe.
He answers.
And that's another major reason why I am holding really tight on UST's hands -I feel so secured that I could not go anywhere wrong nor my faith would run low ~naks!. Being inside UST alone quenches my thirst for answers for this mentally, physically and emotionally battering college life.
UST-an explicit display of beauty. Who wouldn't fall in love with this wonderfully classic institution?
Well, I got lots and lots of praises for UST. I'm sure I'll never run out of beautiful words to describe this majestic place even if it turns to an island when it rains -stilll, its beautiful. It doesn't constitute any faults regarding our academic standing as one of the best universities here and around the world as what other universities are saying (lumulubog daw ang UST). It's just the land that sinks. (In the first place, samin lang meron nyan!)
okay.
Ooops. one more concern: My friends.
I dont want to fool myself and believe that no one from our class would get eliminated. But I never loose the hope anyway I have grown to love these people for the past 9 months. They are the ideal set of classmates for me, I swear.
But, honestly, I use to fear these people. Before college, it just sank in my mind that being at UST would mean social degradation! I came from a public school and is somewhat not fond of those techy gadgets that became the total defifnition of the word 'cool'. But by some sort of miracle, :)), I discovered their humility that pulled me close to them. So close that I wouldnt want to think of that resectioning before we could get into second year. Each of them possessed wonderful traits you'd never expect among those high profile people. In fact, they're so down to earth you'd never think they are this damn rich. :))
Nah, perhaps I'm saying too much already. Its kinda turning awkward :)). But its just an honest reflection of what's flooding my head.
Maybe I'll just pray for that wonderful miracle -that all of us (BSN 1-12 peeps) could make it to second year and finish nursing at UST.
Nothing is impossible to Him, anyway --naks!
=))
God Bless us all!
This much time left and the delirious first year experience at UST-Nursing will be over. It would only end up in either one of the two definite conclusion: passed (rejoice! i endured! i made it!) or failed (go find another school or shift to another course if you love UST).
:|
Seeing the sun shine bright early at 6:30 this morning as I was about to attend my arnis class led me writing again on this almost forgotten blog. Ooops :))
So, the UST sunrise: It scattered all around the football field that glowed wonderfully as it received the sun's rays. Golden light spread generously on the Royal, Pontifical and Catholic campus I fell in love with.
As I walk my way from the Dapitan gate to the Santissimo Rosario Parish, the sunlight seem to play hide and seek as it peeped through the towering trees perfectly bordering the streets of UST.
I told myself, "beautiful". Then suddenly, a certain thought crossed my head at the very instant, "will I ever see this perfect sunrise again?" (am I dying?! :D) I told myself, "certainly I will." But am I still on the same course if I happen to see one again? -Now that bothered me.
Oh yes, deliberation is almost making its way. All of the freshies of UST-nursing are cramming by now. Worrying on how to catch up. Living by the sleepless nights and 'lunchless' days to study. All of these are torturing. But how else could you assure yourself to pass but through this way. While others, the Dean's Listers, some lying low this second sem -I say they're lucky. Whether they study or not for the second sem, I'm sure they'd make it. But for the majority, arrgh. Forget about lying low first. Do this if and only if you manage to get to second year.
Oh well, its delirious as it has always been. And believe it or not, I'm trying my very best to hold on. I believe I can ~pray. pray. and pray. and work hard. and pray again. --perhaps that's one good foundation i absorbed as a frosh here in UST.
Have faith.
Believe.
He answers.
And that's another major reason why I am holding really tight on UST's hands -I feel so secured that I could not go anywhere wrong nor my faith would run low ~naks!. Being inside UST alone quenches my thirst for answers for this mentally, physically and emotionally battering college life.
UST-an explicit display of beauty. Who wouldn't fall in love with this wonderfully classic institution?
Well, I got lots and lots of praises for UST. I'm sure I'll never run out of beautiful words to describe this majestic place even if it turns to an island when it rains -stilll, its beautiful. It doesn't constitute any faults regarding our academic standing as one of the best universities here and around the world as what other universities are saying (lumulubog daw ang UST). It's just the land that sinks. (In the first place, samin lang meron nyan!)
okay.
Ooops. one more concern: My friends.
I dont want to fool myself and believe that no one from our class would get eliminated. But I never loose the hope anyway I have grown to love these people for the past 9 months. They are the ideal set of classmates for me, I swear.
But, honestly, I use to fear these people. Before college, it just sank in my mind that being at UST would mean social degradation! I came from a public school and is somewhat not fond of those techy gadgets that became the total defifnition of the word 'cool'. But by some sort of miracle, :)), I discovered their humility that pulled me close to them. So close that I wouldnt want to think of that resectioning before we could get into second year. Each of them possessed wonderful traits you'd never expect among those high profile people. In fact, they're so down to earth you'd never think they are this damn rich. :))
Nah, perhaps I'm saying too much already. Its kinda turning awkward :)). But its just an honest reflection of what's flooding my head.
Maybe I'll just pray for that wonderful miracle -that all of us (BSN 1-12 peeps) could make it to second year and finish nursing at UST.
Nothing is impossible to Him, anyway --naks!
=))
God Bless us all!
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