The Inequitable Supremacy


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.

The Sunday Currently | 02



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.

Street Eats: The Hideout Café


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. :)

The Sunday Currently | 01


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.

Bonding Sessions with Abba Father | 01

These are grace filled phrases that the Father has revealed to me tonight! May these words that are processed on sticky notes, be forever stuck in my heart. 

Tonight’s revelation: “The good fight” // “Our Father, the Creator.”




I was struck with deep loneliness the moment I stepped inside my transient room. I am an introvert, I am used to being alone. I prefer to be because I find solitude in it. But in this particular moment, in this very particular place, I’d rather not. This is the place where I practice “being all alone” only in the bathroom. From the moment I wake up until I fall sleep, I am surrounded by people. Of course, we don’t usually show that we are sad when our friends are having a great time with us. Even though we’re depressed inside, we smile and laugh with them.
My friends aren’t here with me to laugh with.
I wasn’t here with them to pretend.
The first sentence that came out of my mouth that time was, “Tayong dalawa lang dito Lord, noh?” I smiled a bitter smile. I thought I was fine. I thought I was already secured. I was losing it, for the thousandth time again.
With the cold air matching how I feel, I broke down and cried.
While hugging my knees to my chest, I asked God to take away the pain, the shame. I don’t want it anymore.
Just then, I was reminded of the lyrics written by UNSPOKEN.
SOMETIMES PAIN’S THE ONLY WAY THAT WE CAN LEARN
I immediately opened my laptop. I wanted to hear it but I forgot the title of the song. So I just clicked on “Call It Grace” by the same band. I cried as I listen. Asking God over and over again to take away all of it. I can’t take this struggle anymore.
The next thing that happened completely blew me away. “The Good Fight” started playing which left me and my tears awestruck by just the verse.
KEEP FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT
KEEP LETTING YOUR LIGHT SHINE
‘CAUSE I’M NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU
ALWAYS GONNA SEE YOU THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE
KEEP FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT
It was so surreal, it was like: it is God Himself who’s singing me the lyrics. It had me relishing the thought of His sweet, sweet voice telling me,
“You’ve fought the good fight. Job well done, my child.”
Isn’t it dreamy? He gave me new hope and strength to fight so that when it is all over, I’d look back and say, “It is all worth it.”
Right after that, I had the resolution to start reading the whole Bible from Genesis, a chapter at a time. Would you believe? Genesis 1 has struck me all the same.
The Lord reminded me of His sovereignty. His power over me, His creation. He has prepared the blueprint of my life even before I have inhaled my first breath. The battlefield where I am now, is planned. I just have to trust Him, my Creator, my Father. For I am His.

Heo 12:06 AM 7/14/2015

Let The Battle Begin!

I’ve always been the rebellious child, the black sheep in the family. Even though I grew up alongside the rod, I let my mind exist in a space following no set of rules. I let my actions be a consolation for discipline but not a habit for character. Eventually, I don’t just follow half-heartedly. I follow with no heart at all because I use words instead of actions just for the sake of appeasement. I’m not talking about house chores here. I’m talking about life advices that your parents lay out for your soul to eat as you walk down the path of life.
Just like any other typical teenager, I enjoyed living a worldly life. Widely listening to popular songs and dressing up with respect to the latest fashion trend became my indulgence. Conformity came in handy as the flesh induces immoral pleasures. In a blink of an eye, I found my life focused on wicked treasures on earth. I can’t even believe I am a product of two Christian parents whose eyes are set on heavenly matters.
Nothing is heavenly in me.
In tactless words, I lived a sinful life. And I enjoyed it.
For countless times, I’ve disobeyed my parents. For some reason, I was angry. I hated life for what it is. But most of all, I was sad. I can feel a burning and searing hole in my chest. It’s like emptiness decided to take form physically. I know it’s discontentment that’s really consuming me. I couldn’t find my purpose at all. Worldly pleasure was like the temporary “filler” in that expanding hole of emptiness. What I didn’t realize sooner was the side effect that doubled the pain and made me more miserable than what I already am.
Pathetic, right?
(..To be continued.)

What You See Is Not Always What You Get


As I leisurely walk along a seemingly empty park, I hear the subtle whisper of the cool breeze as it blows my hair and passes through the row of trees, making their branches sway delicately. I hear the crisp sound of leaves and the crunch of gravel as the wheels of the jeepneys roll over the asphalt, the slow rumble of engine in sync with nature. This is probably one of the most relaxing experiences I’ve had. The beauty of nature has me utterly distracted from my unending list of predicaments. I have nothing in mind. Hence, no stress!
I took a deep breath as my lips curl into a smile. At that moment, I have uncovered how freedom felt mentally and physically. As I look around, I realized that the sun has decided to come out and make the weather even more humid. Nevertheless, I continued my stroll. Perspiration has finally conquered my entire skin. With the sun still burning, I tried wiping my arms. I squint as the playful rays of sunlight catches my eye; when all of a sudden, it was gone. As I look up, I see the magnificent sculpture above me—the Oblation.
Right there and then, everything came rushing back to me: The application forms, the degree programs, my grades, the upcoming exams and interviews, the battle in who gets the slots. Generally speaking, the requirements I need to accomplish for transfer. I am not here to have a vacation and appreciate the scenery. I am not here to have fun.

I AM HERE FOR A REASON

As many people know, University of the Philippines has always been my dream school. As I child, I used to go there all the time for a visit. But even when I’m already inside the campus, riding the ikot and going inside buildings, I’m still an outsider. I can only admire the beauty of UP from afar. Practicing what UP students experience and do is not good enough for me.
I wanted to know what it is like inside. I wanted to be called an “Iskolar ng bayan,” a legitimate UP student. Perhaps, that was the reason why I was given that one-time opportunity to see and experience for myself what it is like to study in the most prestigious University in the Phlippines; I wanted it way too much.
But mind you, what I saw inside was nothing alike from what I knew and saw from the outside.
Everything is ugly up close.
(To be continued…)
20150616 | 11:11 PM