The Sunday Currently | 03


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

I Choose To Be Truly Human


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)

Debut Update 101


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

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.