WTF: A Poem

6:21 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


I’ll cut to the chase: This is a depressing poem.

However, that’s not the major reason why I fancy it. The overwhelming feels that this masterpiece emit is a just a strike. A bonus point, I must say. But what caught my heart is the nakedness of its connection to reality. Every point, illustration and inference included between the lines are all terrifyingly true to what we call life. More specifically, the system or cycle of life.

Rainbow Rowell once wrote that art wasn’t supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something. I think poetry does that just fine.

So it’s safe to say that poems are works of art, right?

But this, this doesn’t just make you feel something. It makes you want to do something; rip the system and burn down paper infrastructures in this freaking paper town.

So yeah, that is how I express my love for this poem.

Without further ado, here’s the poem.

A PIECE OF ADVICE: DON’T BYPASS ANY PHRASE TO FEEL THE FULL EFFECT

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What To Fancy: Anything

6:46 AM Eunnah 0 Comments
As a sem ender celebration, I’m going to bring in a new blog series entitled, “What To Fancy” or WTF for short.

Witty, I know. (I slightly got the wit from Corinth’s What’s That Font Saturdays.)

The deal is pretty simple: You blog about anything.

From a fab outfit, a posh event, a great movie, a cute actor – anything! As long as it’s something you like or love.

This is where you showcase an extra special thing – A thing that tickled your fancy.

Happy writing!

Note: This isn’t a weekly series. You can post whenever you like. There is also no format here. Write however you like.

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The Sunday Currently | 04

3:02 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


reading
“Extraordinary Means” by Robyn Schneider 

eating drinking
Nescafé Mocha! Yes, it seems that I’ve turned into a coffee lover now.

thinking
about how I will be able to finish all the given requirements before Tuesday. I hate this sinking feeling.

smelling
the scent of Revlon off my hair. It’s weird how I’m expecting to smell burnt chemicals, yet I’m met with just natural-scented conditioner. 

wishing
for this semester to be over with me swinging a flag of rainbow-colored victory.

hoping
for good grades! *fingers crossed*

wearing
my sports attire. I don’t even know why. I’m just snuggled up in a sofa anyway.

loving
my locks. Yup, I’ve managed to get over the fact that my highlights are now gone.

wanting
to go up the sky and see the clouds beneath my feet. 

needing
to eat. Today is a one shot altanghap day. (almusal, tanghali, hapunan)

feeling
overwhelmed. ugh acads ugh

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A Flicker

12:54 AM Eunnah 0 Comments


 It was the second time that I’ve laid my eyes on you, yet it still feels like the first.
You were across the room, almost blocked by the crowd. But you stood out. Your eyes always do. They are perfect almonds with a little pull at the tail.

 It’s mesmerizing.

 Just like the first time, I know you noticed me.
Just like the first time, I know you were chancing glances at me.

I know. Because I do, too.

 I wanted to gaze. I wanted to stop this glancing game and gawk at you. Whether to fully give you the acknowledgement that your glances were too obvious or just to give you a hint that I notice you too, I haven’t deciphered which one. I guess, I haven’t worked up the courage for both so it doesn’t matter. Either way, I know our eyes would lock. I just know it. You’ve made that too obvious by not looking away when I caught your eye.

 And it’s silly. It’s silly how I get to be the one to look away when I was the one who caught you. And right after that, I could see with my peripheral vision, the slight tugging of your lips which are forming into a crooked smile.

 Or maybe it wasn’t so silly after all.
Because I know exactly why I look away.
Staring games are much more awkward when we don’t even know each other’s names.

 And I don’t want us to be awkward. At least, not yet.
I want to know you more first..

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Blessed hope: A Work In Progress

6:45 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


I’d like to begin this tale by stating the obvious: I was depressed. Sadness has been puncturing holes in my chest for some time now. The more my mind dwells in it, the more it stabs against the edge of each wound; making the holes grow even larger. As a follower of Christ, I was barren – unable to bear fruit. I felt like a living dead, stuck and stagnant.

I go to school but I don’t study.
I exist in our house but not with my family.
I sing songs of praise but I don’t worship.
I’m alive but I don’t live.

Before, I thought depression was just the absence of a purpose. For some people, this is quite true. But more often than not, losing your so-called purpose can be the side effect of depression; which is a side effect of dying, according to John Green. I guess the soul of my heart had acquired a chronic disease – a cancer, perhaps; rationally speaking, since my heart was turning into a black hole each passing day.

Having said that, depression can be caused by a lot of things, just like mine.
I’ve already laid out one of these in my last post which takes a big portion of why I was depressed. Considering that this month is the universal UP hell month, swimming in a pool of school requirements while trying to cope with my emotions was one hell of a roller coaster ride. I barely even pass. But that’s not the worst news I can deliver. The worst is that I haven’t talked to God during this hardship. And by that, I mean a ‘heart-to-heart’ talk where you meditate in His word and pray. All I do is acknowledge Him in simple pleas like, “Lord, help me. I’m dying.”

And that, my friends, is not enough. I could feel my relationship with Him getting rotten. I was losing it. But the thing is, I was not losing Him. He was not the one slipping away but me. I was running away subtly by avoiding Him. But He’s still there. Waiting for me. Trying to reach me out in every circumstance I’m in which brings me to another series of short stories.

Last week, I went from being “hissailingvessel” to “craftedrestoration.” First of all, I believe that I am still His vessel. But stagnant as I am, I don’t think I’m serving that purpose anymore. I was going through tidal waves of my past that blurs God from my sight. I felt stained and tainted but God spoke to me through Isaiah 61:3. It says, “To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory.”
Around this time, a song from my playlist entitled “Bitter/Sweet” by Bethel music starts playing.
YOU MAKE ALL THINGS NEW
YOU TURN THE BITTER INTO SWEET
YOU TURN THE WINTER INTO SPRING
I know what I need – healing and restoration which only God can “craft.” But then I realized, God already knows what’s ahead of my story. He knows my ending. This restoration which I ask has already been “crafted” even before I was born. Hence, “craftedrestoration.”

Sometimes, when depression is eating us up, it may feel like nothing is left for us to live. In my case, even though I feel like my relationship with Him is rotten, I know that there’s still this hope inside of me that never lets me go. It’s making me hold on. No matter how pained and miserable I was, there’s still something in my heart that keeps me breathing.

It’s Jesus.

He is actually what I think of when I sing “Last hope” by Paramore. I know it’s not a Christian song, but what matters is the intention of who sings it.
IT’S JUST A SPARK
BUT IT’S ENOUGH TO KEEP ME GOING
AND WHEN IT’S DARK OUT, NO ONE’S AROUND
IT KEEPS GLOWING
When I read “My Heart and Other Black Holes” by Jasmine Warga, I realized that the only thing which fights off depression and death is hope. Hope is what sustains suicidal people.

As you can observe, my username has been changed again. This time, it’s blessed hope. I’m not referring to myself as THE blessed hope which the verse Titus 2:13 is referring to. It’s literally blessed me. For further understanding, let me disclose a revelation I had during a discussion in my Fil 40 class. I was at the back of the room, not entirely listening to the professor’s lecture about the culture of words. One thing struck me at that time though. It was about word play. My mind wandered off.. to some things I don’t recall now and then to my name – Hannah Eunice P. Obrique. Somehow, I’ve managed to associate the topic with my initials = H.E.P.O.

I hated my initials before. It sounded weird when read straight. But at that moment, I was so thankful for it. I was so thankful because, my gally, I found out that reversing the last three initials of my name while leaving the letter H at the front will give me the word H.O.P.E.

It’s amazing. It’s really amazing how God can work wonders in any way possible. Can you imagine? I literally found hope, even in my name. This is a proof that there is no such thing as a bigger miracle than other miracles for everything is a miracle in itself, waiting to be revealed. You just have to look for it. Just like the word “hope” in the initials of my name, the literal “hope” can be always hard to find. But really, when we feel like hope is not there, it actually is.
Because Jesus is our hope.

Take my initials as a constant reminder for that.

My miracle doesn’t end there, however, for God has another revelation for me. It happened yesterday while I was reviewing the answers of the transferees from other schools (non-UPCAT passers who transferred) that I interviewed for my research paper. Their answers amazed me because even though they’re having a harder time here surviving in the university than me, they still bask in happiness and thank God for all the blessings.

I realized how ungrateful I am for focusing on the bad sides (not much friends, hot weather) that I forgot to thank God for what He has done for me. It was as if a bucket of ice water was splashed on me when I realized this. It was even more refreshing (and heart wrenching) when right after that, I attended the Youth Service and the message was all about #blessed which confirms every realization I had. I was reminded of His love, His promise and our covenant. Ahh! Hebrews 13:5 says, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”

How amazing can this get?!

Grabe lang talaga, I have no words! You Lord, are so amazing! Miracles upon miracles. Whew! For a span 14 days, these phenomenal things have taken place. My heart have shed buckets of tears containing every different emotion my hypothalamus can rack. Right now, I can’t say that I’m totally okay. I know I’m not.. completely. Because healing is a process which includes a lot of pain. But I’m recuperating! The best part is, I’m not crawling unlike before. Now, I’m standing. Because, finally, I’ve recognized the hope who is sustaining me all along. And mind you, it’s easier to fight in this battlefield when you’re standing hand in hand with your Maker.

So yes, I refer to myself as the blessed one – a reminder that I am indeed, blessed. And H.ope – a reminder for myself that there is hope in everything. I might not see it right away, just like with my name which I only realized after 18 years, but it’s there.

This is not actually a victory story. My story doesn’t end here. This is only a chapter of the book God has authored.

A chapter filled with His assurance and sustenance in my life.

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Great Love

10:40 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


 While I was surfing the internet, I came across this piece – a mother’s love expressed through words and phrases.
Please take time to read this beautifully-written poem and feel the echoes of a mother’s love seep from between the lines and through you.
Just a quick background, the child has a disability. Most probably, autism. 
UNTITLED BY AMANDA POST
MY LITTLE BOY, THIS LOVE OF MINE,
DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO SAY;
PLEASE GIVE ME ROOM FOR EVERY TIME,
HIS WORDS GET IN THE WAY.
YOU WOULD NOT KNOW BY PASSING BY,
THE STRUGGLES EVERYDAY:
BUT TRY TO LOOK HIM IN THE EYE,
YOU’LL SEE IT IN HIS FACE.
YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HARD,
SMALL TASKS IN LIFE CAN BE;
HOW DIFFICULT TO SPEAK ALOUD,
OR LEARN YOUR ABC’S.
AND JUST BECAUSE HE DOESN’T HUG YOU,
OR KISS YOU HI AND BYE;
DOESN’T MEAN HE DOESN’T LOVE YOU,
PLEASE JUST GIVE HIM TIME!
THROUGH ALL THE TANTRUMS, FIGHTS AND TEARS,
I LOOK AT HIM AND SEE;
A LITTLE BOY WITH TONS OF FEARS,
WHO STRIVES FOR NORMALCY.
OF COURSE HE SEES HE’S DIFFERENT,
BUT HE JUST CAN’T SEE WHY;
EVERYBODY’S TIME IS SPENT,
TRYING TO MAKE HIM ‘RIGHT’.
OPEN UP YOUR HEART AND MIND,
AND JUST WATCH QUIETLY;
YOU’LL SEE A BOY WHO’S REALLY TRYING,
JUST WANTS TO BE HAPPY.
HE’S JUST A SCARED LITTLE BOY,
WITH EVERY SIGHT AND SOUND;
I KNOW HE PLAYS WITH JUST ONE TOY,
AND SPINS AROUND AND ROUND.
I KNOW SOMETIMES HE’LL YELL AND SCREAM,
HE SIMPLY CANNOT SAY;
HE IS NOT TRYING TO BE MEAN,
THINGS HAVE TO BE HIS WAY.
ALL HE CAN SAY IS 'IT’S NOT RIGHT’,
SOMETIMES IT SEEMS UNREAL;
HE CAN’T EXPRESS THOUGH TRY HE MIGHT,
TO TELL YOU HOW HE FEELS.
I KNOW THAT HE REPEATS HIMSELF,
AND SOMETIMES OTHERS TOO;
BELIEVE ME THAT DOES REALLY HELP,
ANXIETY TO BE REMOVED.
SO PLEASE BE PATIENT AND BE KIND,
LOVE HIM EVERYDAY;
I KNOW IN YOUR HEART YOU WILL FIND,
A PLACE FOR HIM ALWAYS.
HE IS MY SPECIAL, BEAUTIFUL BOY,
WHOM I LOVE ENDLESSLY;
HE IS MY GIFT, MY LOVE, AND MY JOY
HE’S EVERYTHING TO ME
Amazing, isn’t it? I think I shed a tear or two while reading this. It reminded me so much of myself, a very flawed and dirty person, explicitly loved by our Father. Despite my temporary “spiritual disorders,” His love for me never once wavered and continued to endure.
Wow! Thank you, Lord for using these little things as instruments to show me how much You love me. Truly, nothing will be able to separate me from Your great love!

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Unfinished

11:40 PM Eunnah 0 Comments

I’m okay. I think I’m okay. I thought I was okay.
I’ve been trying to keep myself together for the past few days. I go out with good company, overwhelm my senses with an abundance of piled acads, roam around every social media hotel I signed up for, escape into almost every story I have in my bookshelf, stuff coffee and calories in my system.. the list is endless.

You may ask, are these distractions?
Maybe, maybe not. I never really thought of it as that. I do them because I enjoy doing them, not because I need remedy for sadness. And believe me, I do feel happy. (Except for the acads part, those are required)
I am happy. But nothing will take away the fact that I am miserable at the same time. I didn’t know it could be possible, but it is. I’m aware of this gaping hole in my chest, caused by unfinished stories and unanswered questions. I’m aware of how chained I still am to the life and accounts I left in that place. But I’m more aware of this barrier that keeps on hindering me from restoration.
Perhaps it’s for the reason that I’ve been avoiding God; trying to get Him out of the present picture as much as possible. It’s not due to the attitude that I wanted to handle things my way, but because I think I’m just going to waste His time for the millionth time now. I feel unworthy for how insincere my heart is so I’m keeping my distance; all the while, numbness consumes me.
When it does, I feel like I don’t care about the past, the stories and the people.
I feel like cutting all ties, leaving it all behind.
Never looking back, while keeping my head high.
But as soon as this numbness drops, it’s like a tidal wave crashing through me, hitting me face first. And it usually happens before I fall asleep, every single night.
It piles up. Each impact feels greater than the former. And these.. these welling emotions are drowning me inside. They are toxic. Just like poisoned food, I want it out of my system.
But how?

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The Sunday Currently | 03

8:04 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


re – reading
“Maybe Someday” by Colleen Hoover. I’ve read this book countless times and each experience always feels like the first one.  

eating
Italian spaghetti! Yum yum

thinking
about a bunch of things I need to accomplish for school. I feel like I’m on an unreliable boat trying to navigate through the black ore of the night in a raging ocean – one wrong step taken and it will sink.

smelling
nothing. I’m just.. breathing – which for my part is already difficult given that I’m suspecting that I’m ill.

wishing
for time to fast-forward to my graduation day. On the other hand, half of myself is also wishing for it to slow down a bit because.. hello? I’m getting old here!

Hoping
that I’m healthy 

wearing
a decent version of Maria Mercedes’ red dress that I should’ve worn on Christmas day instead. Hehe.

loving
my height. Yup, I’m starting to accept its restrictions.

wanting
to travel the world, especially France. Cliché line but true. After reading “Anna and the French Kiss” by Stephanie Perkins, the urge to travel places upon places suddenly bloomed in my insides.

needing
to visit Baguio and get a whip of its fresh air again. I just miss the places I considered my home. #sepanx quota na ko

feeling
physically tired. With all of the things I need to finish, I’m shocked to even find time typing this on tumblr. Ha ha ha

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I Choose To Be Truly Human

2:32 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


I sat perplexed as I try to adjoin the words coming out of the teacher’s mouth in order to get a sum of sense from the content of the lecture. A series of ‘what ifs,’ ‘buts’ and ‘maybes’ float around my head which were never realized due to the unrelenting doubt I possess with regards to my comprehension ability. Remembering the quiz regarding the day’s topic expected next meeting, I narrowed my eyes and puckered my brows at my pen. It was a battle with my grade as a price; and at that moment, I knew I lost. With no other choice left, I began to inscribe the transcript of the teacher’s speech on my notebook. Drowning at the sea of words being thrown at mid-air, I surrendered the purpose of learning and just continued to gather and weave letters into a bundle of mess for me to retain.

The teacher arrives. The teacher speaks. The teacher leaves. This is the unfaltering routine I have witnessed for seventeen years—an education of using one-way communication with students perfecting the role of being mere receivers.  For the sake of achieving high grades, I accepted it and even adapted to it. I am a product of oppression; taught to passively receive what was said, memorize what I write and repeat the existing knowledge. I was oblivious that I was being deprived of a clearer perspective on my own reality and engagement to the world; and restrained from flourishing to my fullest potential. I was unaware that little by little, I was processed to be dehumanized.

I was scared. I feared deviation thus I went through with the norm of how formal education is implemented. This instance has led me to behave and think accordingly; a subtle similarity of that of a puppet whose actions are dictated by the one in authority. The only difference is how it doesn’t possess a working mind that is made dysfunctional by the system. According to Feire, “By requiring a man to behave mechanically, mass production domesticates him. By separating his activity from the total project, requiring no total critical attitude toward production, it dehumanizes him. By excessively narrowing a man’s specialization, it constricts his horizons, making of him a passive, fearful, naïve being.”

Removing the freedom of a person to think critically is just the same as extracting his soul, his inner being. We become robots; merely pawns of those with great power to do this and that. In the end, we systematically go through the sequential education with no breakthrough for the reason that we use the same methods and focus on the same goals set by society. But we are not robots. Our motivation should not come beyond our own self. We should be taking control of our lives, becoming autonomous; mastering our craft, enjoying its “flow;” and gearing towards helping everyone work, making them a part of a higher purpose. This is the trend standing out above the lengthy educational timeline of mine; which is also the most important and crucial of all. The motivation should not be extrinsic by getting something from others in doing it.  It should be intrinsic, by getting something from ourselves in doing it (Pink, 2009). Doing is how “we organize,” “how we think,” and “how we do.”

I know there are a lot of anomalies in every aspect that comprises education—from lousy unprofessional teachers to neglected school facilities. However, these are common realities of every school and department which point to the usual cause—lack of funds. Now, what’s more crucial for me is the system itself resulting to absence or lack of critical perception of students; because this may or may not be caused by the lack of money but the lack of a flexible and conscious spirit.

The body of knowledge is evolving and ever-changing. It does not merely exist as what it is. It conforms. It incorporates. And, I believe, this can only be achieved through dialogue—a teacher learning from the students, the students learning from the teacher. One thing that I learned is to never stop wondering, to never stop questioning. That’s where critical consciousness is born and can be found.

We should wake up and arise from being a slave of the systematic thought. We should start to think and act like human, which we already are. To end, “We needed an education which would lead men to take a new stance toward their problems, one oriented toward research instead of repeating irrelevant principles. An education of “I wonder,” instead of merely, “I do.” (Freire, 1973)

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Debut Update 101

10:08 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


Working on my LAST MINUTE INVITATION. Huhu. Cramming is not good. Cramming is bad. It makes you skip dinner. It makes you rant on tumblr. It makes you unable to watch a free movie. Happy birthday Cars i know yu wont see this hahaha

Anyway, here are some sneak peeks of what I’ve accomplished since 8PM this evening! So far, so good.




*Special thanks to my relatives who rushed me to the store today for the sake of finding special papers and envelopes

Edit: Finally, it is finished! And it’s not yet 12 AM yaaz

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The Inequitable Supremacy

5:35 PM Eunnah 0 Comments


 Student activists in the main have always believed in the line, “Education is a right, not a privilege.” Being exposed to the unfiltered mass media as a former Journalism student, I know for a fact that this line has always been bellowed in rallies since time immemorial; a line that indicates how crooked our educational system is, a line that still infiltrates and burns within my heart.

 At the present time, you don’t have to hear various students utter these words of anguish anymore; not for the grounds that an improvement occurred in our educational system, but because it is not necessary for it to be verbalized for us to know that the problem behind it still exists. You can easily see it in the eyes of those who are struggling to read and write even without electricity, the eyes of those who have nothing to eat in school, the eyes of those who dream to graduate as they sell bread or collect junk to earn money for school expenses. These are the stories told by the eyes of the deprived—the eyes of the victims of selective education.

 Everyone has experienced selective education at some point in time. From the provinces to the cities, no one is exempted. Usually, it can be observed in admission tests to schools which offer quality education. But is that all there is to it? Contrary to popular belief, selective education is including but not limited to measuring one’s intelligence quotient. Education, for me, is selective when it becomes a privilege. That is, when education becomes inaccessible due to poverty, poor academic performance, physical or mental disabilities, and community civilization, among others.

 Philippine Agenda’s documentary film entitled, “Edukasyon” portrayed this in accordance with our deteriorating educational system in both the rural and urban setting. Clearly, it served as either an eye-opener to some or a reminder for those who have already neglected the problem. For me, it was the latter. Watching the documentary is a nudge to my sleeping consciousness and a poke to my nationalistic heart. It made me question everything in a critical view and look beyond the lenses of what the documentary has focused on as a reason for selective education; which is corruption.

 Jessica Soho, the host of the film, opened with a reminder of the approaching 2010 elections and ended with a prompt to wisely choose whom to put in authority; which made the viewers focus the blame of selective education on the government alone. Looking at the surface level, corruption really does has a big say in providing a public formal education, especially in the rural areas, because the bureau holds the key to our resources. This is somehow true as it is stated in Article XIV, Section 4, Paragraph (5) that the State shall assign the highest budgetary priority to education. But seeing our present situation, it seemed otherwise.

 For me, it all boils down to poverty. Various scenes in the film have depicted how poverty hinders one from going to school; in more detail, how a child can’t go to school because he or she has no baon. It’s easy to see how poverty causes malnutrition and how malnutrition leads to selective education. Now, should we put the blame on the authorities for this? No. Food provision is not the responsibility of the education bureaucracy. It is the responsibility of the parents. Looking closely at the film, I keep on wondering why the parents let their children work to earn money when it is their job to do so. More often than not, this leads to the child performing poorly in class.

 As a public elementary school graduate, I know the perks of being included in the star section and how it significantly affects your condition in school. From the best classrooms to the more competent teachers, the higher sections get it all; leaving the residue (i.e. cracked black boards, dilapidated classrooms) to the lower sections. What the documentary has failed to point out is how other factors like academic performance contribute to the allocation of these resources, resulting to selective education. Mind you, this is just elementary level. Selective education in terms of academic performance is more apparent in high school because this is the level wherein higher authorities recognize the performance of the students by engaging in interschool competitions. Since the star students represent their school, the school will therefore “take care” of these students.

 Long ago, I thought the crises of education both in the urban and rural areas were merely sensationalized by media. This came to a halt when I had my firsthand experience in a public school in the city; and a direct understanding of the culture in the provinces. When I stayed in the Cordilleras for almost a year, I became aware of the indigenous cultural communities and the thin line that separates cultural preservation and economic development. For one, some communities see the continuum of oral tradition and weaving as the standard education. With this, I came to question myself if it would be possible to preserve the culture of indigenous peoples and at the same time giving them access to formal education. Sure, the government has “promised” them educational provisions and alternative learning programs that integrate their culture with education as stated in R.A. 8371, more commonly known as the IPRA 1997, which declares in Section 28 that the State shall, through the NCIP, provide a complete, adequate and integrated system of education, relevant to the needs of the children and young people of ICCs/IPs and in Section 30 that the State shall provide equal access to various cultural opportunities to the ICCs/IPs through the educational system, public or private cultural entities, scholarships, grants and other incentives. But where is the proof of its implementation in action? Be that as it may, one thing is for sure, an individual should not be deprived of the kind of education he or she is asking for.

 There is no denying that selective education has become a norm in society; as most people believe that quality education is only for those who either is a genius or can actually afford it. Kaya kapag mahirap ka at hindi ka matalino, pasensya ka. But why do we have to pay for education in the first place? And so what if you’re not an UPCAT qualifier? It is your right to have access to the quality education of your choice whether formal or alternative.

 Education is not just the responsibility of the administration. It is ours too by dutifully fulfilling our roles in society; may it be as a parent, a teacher and a student among others. Eradicating selectivity can only be achieved if all Filipinos help hand in hand in filling the gaps and erasing the anomalies of education. It may be hard and tedious; but as long as we have time, perseverance and guidance from God, we have everything.

 May this serve as a challenge and an inspiration for change and excellent progress to serve our beloved country and fellowmen.

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The Sunday Currently | 02

10:04 PM Eunnah 0 Comments
Hooray for my first The Sunday Currently! A series where I/we blog about mundane things I/we currently do.

Read on, if you're bored. Haha.

 Reading
A Thousand Pieces of You. It’s been a while since the last book I’ve put down so I’m trying my best to get back on track as I continue to juggle the debut planning and my other responsibilities.

 Eating
M&m’s. I can feel my cavity-filled tooth aching and I know I should stop eating sweets but.. how can I say no to chocolate?

 Listening
to random Christian songs. I’m hunting appropriate music for my debut so I’m currently on a music downloading spree. Mostly, I want the playlist on my debut to consist of Christian songs.

 Smelling
the tension-filled air. I’m in a difficult situation right now wherein I want to curse my life and give up. But no. I won’t let Satan win another battle in a portion of aspect of my life.

Wishing
for time to take a break and rest so vacation can last a little longer.

 Hoping
to finish my life projects (Tedious blueprint of Debut, list of subjects to enlist on 29) as soon as possible! I’m claiming it!

 Wearing
le striped tee. I almost gave this shirt away as a freebie for fun. Good thing I didn’t.. or I won’t be wearing this today. Haha.

 Loving
The Glass Garden! Aaah! Considering that it’s an indoor garden (perfect for the enchanted forest theme) with air-conditioning, a height-wise ceiling for draping and other designs,  a dramatic staircase leading to the venue,  it’s almost everything that I want! (Nothing’s perfect. I can find a flaw or two in any events venue but it’s the closest to what I’ve envisioned.)

 Wanting
to dye my hair red so badly! But I’m afraid it would contradict my clothes/make up during the pre debut photoshoot.

 Needing
to gain at least 9 pounds so my BMI would be normal! I’m underweight duh. Woohoo! Claiming this as well!

 feeling
sooo tired. As I’m typing this, I can’t believe the time says 8:05 PM. My body is screaming midnight or so.

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Street Eats: The Hideout Café

11:28 AM Eunnah 0 Comments


Have you noticed? Eateries nowadays are like mushrooms that are continuously popping up everywhere we look. The peculiar issue here is that they are almost always the same. From the menu, to the cute ambiance you can sense just from the looks of the entrance. These restaurants are what you call conformers to the wants of society.
You want something different?
Like a restaurant set apart from the world?

Welcome to The Hideout Café. 
A place where you can have multiple bonding sessions with our Father.
A place where you can meet other fellow Christians.

The best part: You can be sure you won’t be a victim of food poisoning. 


The Hideout Café is located along Malingap Street in Teachers Village, Diliman. It's near Maginhawa, the infamous food street in the city.

 The space is cozy and small. Nonetheless, it has this pure ambience which makes it perfect for life groups.
Cheesy rice toppings! Delish!


 Have I mentioned that it's owned by a young Christian? If I'm not mistaken, he must be in his early twenties.

 So yeah, I don't just come here for the food. I support the guy, too. He surely is talented. :)

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The Sunday Currently | 01

8:07 AM Eunnah 0 Comments


 Hooray for my first The Sunday Currently! A series where I/we blog about mundane things I/we currently do.

 Read on, if you're bored. Haha.

 reading
The Book of Genesis. I decided to read the Bible correspondingly. In that manner, (1) I wouldn’t miss a single verse. (2) I wouldn’t have an excuse not to read the Book of Revelations. I kind of avoid that book as much as possible. Using that pabebe excuse of most Christians which is, “I’m not ready.”

 eating
Kamote.(?) The orange-ish one. I’m aiming for a healthier wellbeing so I’m eating a whole lot of it—including its peel.

 thinking
of someone I’ve been infatuated with; which I’m trying not to think about. I know I’m having a pretty bad job at it. And honestly speaking, I’m really, really trying not to think about that person. (Oh, Father, help me.)

 smelling
My chemically saturated hair. I re-bleached and re-coloured my hair last Tuesday night. My hair smells not-like-my-hair. I half heartedly regret dyeing it. But then again, I can just grow it out if I want my natural locks back. On other note, I’m planning to dye the bleached parts at the back of my head red since I’m not really a fan of golden back highlights.
Credits to KM

 wishing
for my height to increase. At least, grow an inch taller.

 hoping
for good friends in Diliman? *sigh* I don’t know. I’m just trusting God’s plan in this.

 wearing
my loose off-shoulder blouse which reaaally exposes my chest bones. Yikes.

 loving
that little hope inside of me. It’s still there!

 wanting
to hug someone I really miss, but can’t. Yup. Sad.

 needing
to gain weight in a healthy manner. Seriously, you can’t distinguish my body from a broom. And considering that I’ll be in ball gowns for a night in a few months from now? (debut) This isn’t good at all. Also, as a consequence of being an underweight, I feel flimsy and lightweight all the time.

 feeling
frail and dizzy. Like I’m drunk. (No I haven’t been drunk. It’s just an expression.)

 Disclaimer: I know it should be ‘writing’ instead of ‘eating’. I replaced it because I think it would be more interesting.

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