Showing posts with label My UP Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My UP Life. Show all posts

December 8, 2012

If you want a taste of art, meet me at Vargas

When I was still in college, I used to sneak my compact point and shoot camera inside Vargas Museum to clandestinely take photos of their Amorsolo paintings hehe. Until now, they still have that “no picture-taking” policy particularly in the upper floors, where their permanent art collections are located. How KJ is that? Especially now that you can’t just easily slip a bulky DSLR inside your trouser pocket.

One good consolation about this place is their Museum Café, where one can at least enjoy the refreshing view of the trees while dining al fresco. Anyway, trees are still art, only created by the hands of nature.




Zamboanga white alavar pasta

Oreo cheesecake - fluffy and yummy

White chocolate




I can now smell Christmas in the air. I so miss UP.

May 19, 2011

Thursdays with Emy


It was on a Thursday when I first met her. A quiet and simple little girl. That was my first impression of her, despite having seen her countless of times in the national TV.

What is fiscal policy?” that was the first question she asked to which I answered “It is one of the government’s instruments for the country’s development through revenue raising, spending and borrowing.” I said something more but she stopped me in mid-sentence, saying the first statement will do.

Clearly, she knows what she talks about. And I like people who have authority and conviction on what they say. I’m really not that affectionate towards accounting, mathematics, fiscal matters and anything that has to do with numbers, but I said to myself I think I’m going to enjoy the upcoming Thursdays of the semester. Well, despite being only three of us students (me, Dext and Leila) in the class, it was a privilege to have as PA 231 professor the former Budget Secretary, Emilia Boncodin.

Well, she was supposed to teach us only about public fiscal administration, but we got more than that… because she taught us a thing or two about life.

On our first Thursday, she taught us that happiness is not all about the good life. Financial security is only one of the components of true happiness, just like having a career, building a family, or just getting a glimpse of your crush. Success will not always be the key to happiness. It is the other way around. If one really loves what he’s doing, then chances are, he will be successful in life. As Maam Emy said, “It is important that you progress in whatever you do, because along the process you develop.

On our ninth Thursday, she taught us that honesty will always be the best policy. There will always be someone who will cheat. Just like how husbands cheat on their wives, cheating and fraud also circulates in the government. She hates cheaters that’s why she warned us “Kung aanga ka, maiisahan ka.”

On our third Thursday, she taught us the Ramon Magsaysay credo - those who have less in life should have more in law. She believed in equity, especially when it comes to taxes, emphasizing that taxes should be equitable. If one has more, he should pay more so others who have less could have a little more.

On our second Thursday, she taught us that reality bites and it hurts for those who were bitten. “Class, mortality rate in UPCAT is high,” she said. Out of the more than 70,000 who take the UPCAT every year, about 10,000 only pass. What she’s trying to say was not everybody gets the chance to get their first choice. Just live with that.

On our tenth Thursday, she taught us that everybody needs to be appreciated. Never take good things and persons for granted. A person’s relentless pursue of his meaning is somehow brought into light when there’s someone who believes that no matter how small he is, he’s still one important piece of a big puzzle.

On our fifth Thursday, she taught us that seriousness kit should include a packet of sense of humor. I will never forget the day she asked me “Frenz what’s the difference between equipment and machines?” I immediately replied “Machines are bigger.” And she started laughing. I could see in her eyes that I gave a stupid answer. But it didn’t bother me at all, for it was the first time I saw her laughing out loud. And that, somehow made me happy, even if I didn’t give the answer she was quite expecting.

On our eleventh Thursday, she taught us to hold on to things that really matters. I’m sure she will agree with me never to hold on to anger, hurt or pain because they keep one away from love, just as I agree with her not to hold on to cash, unless it’s petty cash.

On our last Thursday, I missed the class for the first time because of an official business I had to attend to. I knew I disappointed Maam Emy, and my classmates. If I could only move heaven and earth just to be with them, I would do so, but then again I’m just an ordinary boy. But I learned something new that day - I found a family in them. It’s more than enough to make me smile, knowing Maam Emy had been a mother to us.

Maam Emy was one of the Hyatt 10. She came from a small town in Bicol, where Nora Aunor was discovered. She grew up professionally in the DBM. She was single. Her untimely and instantaneous death was a big loss not only to the government but also to the academe. And yes I felt sad because I never had the chance to properly say goodbye or thank her for all the lessons she imparted to us.

A quiet and simple little girl. That was my last impression of her. And an epitome of integrity and simplicity. And integrity and simplicity always will be a beauty.

Boncodin Hall lobby

Note:
I wrote this piece more than a year ago. Na miss ko lang siguro si Maam kasi galing ako kanina sa budget briefing sa DBM. Their newest building, Boncodin Hall was named in her memory.

January 8, 2009

My 100 Unforgettable UP Memories


1. 98-68628 – my student number.
2. The first enrolment day.
3. Form 5.
4. Bluebook.
5. CRS.
6. Kalayaan and the 9 pm. curfew. Urgh!
7. Room B218.
8. The long queue at men’s room every morning.
9. Kalai freshmen ball… sort of JS prom.
10. The ice-cold shower of Yakal.
11. The secret sampayan of underwear under the study table.
12. The luscious putok of Molave.
13. My roommates: Joben, Mario, Jay, A, Dom, Jomar, Renan, Remus, Lester, Ian, Lujean, Francis.
14. Room-hopping almost every night.
15. My Kalayaan blockmates: Lia, Koala, Fani, Ella, Jenny, Sandy.
16. My kababayans: Kuri, Balot, Merly, Sister, Nes.
17. My provincial org, Hubeag it mga Akeanon.
18. UP Gym.
19. The swimming pool and the frogs swimming in it.
20. Surprise quizzes.
21. Midterms and final exams.
22. The notorious Math 17 and how it guillotined millions of Iskos. And counting.
23. Comosava French 10?
24. Learning Bahasa Indonesia Malay.
25. SPSS.
26. I think I shall never see a grade as lovely as a three.
27. Meeting that one love of your life.
28. The notorious (and blockbuster) oblation run!
29. Cognate.
30. Midnight study at the Main Lib.
31. The Social Science reserve section.
32. The Pol. Sci. Department.
33. The Law Lib: my secret hideout library.


34. Pre-rog.
35. UP Chapel.
36. SC.
37. UP PNB.
38. COOP canteen.
39. STFAP.
40. Philippine games: My most favorite PE which brought back fond childhood memories.
41. The authoritative Dr. Olivia Caoili.
42. Dr. Grace Jamon’s soup for the soul teachings.
43. Econ 11 and how it confirmed that I’m not a risk-taker. Although I’m still willing to try bungee jumping.
44. My days as student assistant at OSA.
45. Conversations with friends over isaw, fishball, kwek kwek, and barbecue smoke.
46. The Vargas musem.
47. The Post Office.
48. CSSP.
49. The coños of AS lobby.
50. The egotistical engineering students.
51. PI fieldtrip at the foot of Mt. Banahaw.
52. Humanidades field trip to Lucban for the Pahiyas.
53. The incessant “Makibaka wag matakot” rallies and demonstrations which I now regretted for not having joined.
54. The ouster of Erap.
55. The betaway.
56. Vinzon’s Hall.
57. Film Center.
58. University Theater.
59. UP Press.
60. My violin lessons at the College of Music.
61. The growing population of Koreans.
62. Tuli: the spoof of Kule.
63. The Iska comic strip of Kule.
64. The magnificent Balay Tsanselor.
65. UP Lagoon.
66. The sinking Sunken Garden.


67. The UP Fairs which I have never attended.
68. The gademet ROTC and the unsuccessful plans of bombing DMST.
69. One in 100 moments of homesickness.
70. Lutong Bahay.
71. Casaa.
72. Chocolate Kiss.
73. The BBQs of Beach House.
74. Aristocart.
75. Playing tennis near SC.
76. Jogging at the acad oval.
77. Frat wars.
78. The candy-eye and romantic Rama at Sita.
79. Ikot and Toki jeepneys.
80. Having a Muslim friend.
81. Having a numismatist friend.
82. Cross-registering at UP Manila.
83. Lantern parade.
84. Up and others… the UP jokes.
85. Learning that it’s possible to love two persons at the same time.
86. Site visit at UPLB.
87. Milking a cow for my Pol. Sci. 150 class.
88. Baby thesis.
89. NCPAG.
90. Falling for a friend.
91. Knowing someone in the class likes you.
92. Student council elections.
93. My few months stay in Balara.
94. Krus na Ligas.
95. High-pile readings.
96. Being a college scholar.
97. Semestral breaks.
98. My college graduation… where my whole family never knew until the last minute that I would be graduating cum laude.
99. My university graduation which I only watched from afar together with my best friend.
100. Learning to let go... and happily move on.

The day I met Oble, I know my life will never be the same again. Happy 100th birthday.

July 3, 2008

Think of how differently it would be if you never met the person who changed everything


Somewhere, someday in this uncertain world
if our paths ever cross again, I hope I already have
the guts to tell you more 
than I can right now.

November 13, 2007

Math 17 Diaries (I Think I'm Fallin')

Masarap… masakit ang umibig.
Remember the first time?
First meeting.
First blush.
First skip of the heart.
First heartache.
Hehe… mararamdaman mo lahat nang to pag nag Math 17 ka.


Dubbed as the “most dreaded” subject, marami nang mga pangarap ang winasak ng Math 17. Ika nga sa love, kung hindi mo kinaya ang sakit… either nagpatiwarik ka na o tuluyan ka nang nabaliw for life.

Matagal-tagal na rin akong nakipagbunuan sa Math 17. Pero kumbaga, eto talaga ang maituturing mong first love sa mga subjects na kukunin mo. Alam mo ang kasabihang first love never dies. Yes Math 17 never dies too.

Freshmen orientation pa lang naming nun, pamungad ng speaker “Good luck sa mga mag-ma-Math 17! Dahil inabot din ako ng siyam siyam bago ko yun natapos!” Shriek of terror among the audience. Tahimik lang ako. Well at least may warning na kung anong giyera ang susuungin. At humahalakhak na ang mga mata ng mga probinsyanong Math geeks na inalipusta ng mga konyong bubing sa Math kanina sa labas. Iniisip na siguro ng mga konyo “Gosh, they can’t speak proper English but they’re speaking numbers!”

Pero based on experience, 1 out of 50 lang naman talaga ang super henyo sa Math. Ganyan ang isa kong blockmate na si Paulo, exempted na kaagad sya hindi pa nagsisimula ang aming kalbaryo. And the rest of the block, first day ng class will meet new (pero sa totoo lang, old) faces – yung mga previous bagsak, take 2, take 3, take forever.

Buti na lang hindi terror ang teacher namin. Basta ang rule simple lang: Ipasa ang algebra at trigo divided into 1st, 2nd, midterms, 3rd, 4th and final exams. Kahit pasang-awa or 60%, tyak tres na sa classcard. In general, kahiya-hiya ang tres pero sa Math it’s considered a grade to die for.

First exam, takot na takot kaming lahat. Eto na ang unong suong sa gyera. 1 pm ang exam namin sa Math kaya during lunchtime pa lang bumabaligtad na ang sikmura ko, di na ako makakain ng maayos. At habang nag-eexam, ano ba to… halos lahat ng numbers present sina x at y. You need to find their values or else… Kahit na ang mga familiar characters sa word problems na “ano ang kailangang speed ni Harry Potter para maabot ang snitch na may speed na 100 km/hr doon sa may intersection” hindi ka pakakalmahin. Pero take note: joker rin ang mga Math teachers ha. Kung hindi si Harry Potter ang bida sa word problem, si Winnie d’ Pooh.

At after the exam, what’s in store? Syempre, the waiting… the waiting that’s driving you out of your mind. Dahil next meeting, malalaman mo na kung ikaw ay in or out. So syempre on that big day assured na yun 1/5 of the class ay magtatalon sa tuwa dahil sila ang mga mapipiling "chosen few" and the rest ay mapapahandusay na lang kasabay ng mga malulutong na mura at mga threats na pasasabugin ang Math Building o “Lord bakit sa akin nangyari to?” with matching luha at tumutulong sipon. Hindi ka talaga matatawa sa sight kahit funny sya. Ganun talaga ang buhay… este ang Math 17. Buti na lang naka 81% ako first exam pa lang. And the rest para na lang syang cyle. Sabi ko nga love in disguise to e.

Pag hindi ka nakasagot sa teacher, mapapa-blush ka sa hiya.
Pag naperfect mo ang assignment katumbas na rin nun ang matamis na “oo”. Oo 100% na may tama ka!
Pag nakalimutan mo ang formula, magdasal ka na.
Pag pumasa ka sa finals, ang sarap-sarap ng gising mo sa umaga.
Pag-bagsak naman, lagi mo sya naiisip… the pain, the kirot… sa shower, sa canteen, at sa mga sandaling hindi ang crush mo ang naglalaro sa kukote mo.

After the first exam hindi ko na maalala in detail ang mga scores ko, basta pasang-awa na lang ako nung midterms. Pero ang most unforgettable experience talaga… ang araw ng bigayan ng classcards. Usually I call it a day of mourning dahil maraming mga pusong masasaktan… Sa stairs pa lang marami nang bulagta dyan sa kakahagulgol. Imagine the scenario… After “This is Spartaaaaaa” natalo kayong lahat at nagkalat ang mga putol na ulo at kamay. Gross. And then a sad music starts playing in the background. Bato na lang ang di lumuha. Parang ganun. Sa mga weak-hearted, ang failing grade ay katumbas na rin ng mga gumuhong pangarap. Kahit na gusto mo man silang batukan at pagsabihang “Math lang yan, there’s always the next sem…” Pero hindi e. Di ba pag napaso ka rin sa pag-ibig parang ayaw mo na rin buksan uli ang puso mo?

Alam ko… marami pa dyang Math 17 horror stories. Mga nakick-out nang college dahil sa Math 17. Mga na-dismiss sa university dahil sa Math 17. Mga na-delay at nagkaugat na nang dahil sa Math 17. Mga umakyat pa ng Baguio para doon na lang mag Math 17. Mga nag-shift na lang sa Educ para wala nang Math 17. Mga nag Math 11 at Math 14 na lang para hindi na direktang mag Math 17.
Pero sa totoo lang maiisip mo Math 17 is not just any massive ethnic cleansing. Dahil if it doesn’t kill you… it will make you stronger. Buti na lang nakapag Math 17 ako. At least nalaman ko, kaya ko naman pala lampasan ang takot. At least may isang subject pala na wala talaga kayong choice ng mga kaklase mo but to stay, get close, huddle and pray together ke langit at lupa man ang estado nyo sa buhay.

Sabi ko nga e… pag nag-Math 17 ka para ka na ring nagmahal. Yun nga lang substitute the kilig with the nginig factor.