Presenting "The UE-ian Way"

There are a lot of things going on right now. While I don’t set aside the issues of pork barrel and the Zamboanga stand-off, I just want to focus on something that concerns me more directly – UAAP.

I am a proud alumnae of the University of the East (Caloocan) and is thus a supporter of the UE Red Warriors, the men’s basketball team of the school. I take pride on it, win or lose. I may not know so much about the technicalities of basketball but I know enough to say that the team is struggling to give pride to Lualhati, as we have been experiencing drought –UAAP championship-wise – for nearly three decades already.

I can see the effort in every game played, and so I have taken offense on what a writer wrote on his column at the website of Philippine Star.

Truth be told, I hated him; and I hated his editor more. UE’s pride was lambasted and degraded in every manner possible, just because of a simple conflict between the two school’s basketball teams. The whole community was dragged into a bad light, when the main focus should be the games only. There was a plethora of snide remarks against UE and other schools, which are totally unacceptable, if you ask me. As I have predicted, the writer used the ‘opinion’ card, but even for an opinion writer whose articles are published on a major (national) news portal site, it was terrifyingly unprofessional.

I went to the writer’s Twitter account and was more enraged by the fact that he doesn’t show even a bit of remorse on what he had done. He easily reasoned out that the article won’t get published if the editor didn’t like it. So as it was released online, no one should blame me if I assume that the editor’s from the same school. If that’s the case, I guess, I now have an idea how their ‘way’ is. Tsk tsk. I wonder if it’s normal for people there to act so high. I have many other separate experiences with this kind of attitude from others of their kind too.

Or here’s a possible spin-off: The editor is not from the same school, but had decided to approve the article anyway to create more noise. If that’s the case, I see that as a low-blow, certainly unethical for a person working in the journalism field. Such action’s a disgrace. The company should do something about it. I thought it’s only PDI which has this kind of system. Apparently, I’m mistaken.

At the moment, I’m trying to hold in the anger. Someone needs to be the bigger person, as what the writer had suggested by RT-ing a certain tweet. And personally, I wanted to be that one. My school taught me the significance of humility (which I honestly learned the hard way) and simplicity; so instead of promoting hate against the perfect and flawless writer and his editor, let me just point out what I think many fail to see in UE:

Home. UE is a home.

And that’s why the whole community’s fired up right now. Like any normal person in this world, we do react and fight back when our home is threatened. In this case, we were lambasted with derogatory statements without even given a chance to fight back. We were stabbed at the back, because nobody saw this kind of rude act coming. We were all so focused on setting things straight about fairness in the league, and then this came up. His words weren’t mere opinions of an educated person. Those were libelous statements aimed to bring down an opponent in the dirtiest sort of fashion. I bet if it’s someone from UE who wrote something like this against their school, we won’t be seeing the end of it; because pride is their breathing ground. They would – proven by other past circumstances – fight to death to retrieve their school’s glory. So tell me, why can’t we do the same?

Because we’re not them? Because we’re not from the big four?

UE is usually a victim of double standards among the UAAP schools, to be honest; and in many incidents, the community had just decided to let it pass – capitalizing on the virtue of humility we’ve all been – in one way or another – imbued with. But we’re not idiots. We know when to cry foul, and that's the reason behind this series of protests; and that is why we gravely took offense on the ‘opinions’ of that writer.

We may lean more on the ‘jologs’ side. We are certainly not a coño school. Our tuition may not be at par as the others’. But we are individuals who know the limits of every action. Goodness! To understand that doesn’t even require one to be a college student! That’s common sense! Everything that’s happening had stretched the whole UE community to its boiling point. We snapped.

And so like Warriors, we will defend ours. That’s the natural reaction. We can always accept defeat as long as there’s a fair and unbiased process to determine the victor. We aren’t stupid people who would insist on something we know we’ve lost on. That’s a quality where the whole school thrives on. I wish other people would see that.

UE may not be as powerful as the writer’s school; but we still have a dignity to uphold. In whatever field, the university pride should be protected because this is where we came from. We are a school, a community – not a mere laughing stock for these almighty people to bully and pick on all the time.We are the children of Lualhati, and we are who we are in our own ways. We may be different from others but I hope people would look at the positive side of it, instead of focusing on the impression that we are just UE…

Because at least, we don’t ruin a whole school’s reputation just to put ours in the good light. We aren’t hypocrites who think that our school’s so perfect and that we’re ahead of everyone else.

Because believe it or not, humility and simplicity is “The UE-ian Way.” And frankly speaking, I have never felt so thankful that I chose UE among all other schools than now. 



A Tour around the Immaculate Conception Seminary

In Bulacan, there is the Immaculate Conception Seminary. It is a place where young men are schooled and trained in preparation for priesthood. I am not sure if it's open to public but since the first part of the Diocesan event we were tasked to cover was held there, I got the chance to freely roam around the area and take in the beauty of the place.

Thanks to the fact that Lui lent me his camera, I can share with you these pictures:

The white building is the MINOR. It is the classrooms are located. ^^




The Secret Behind Seoul's Success

 © Korea Herald


I was browsing through Korea Herald to update myself with what’s happening in the country when I came across this article entitled ‘Homeless Baristas Brew Hope’ from Lee Hyunjeong. It piqued my curiosity, and as I read through it, inspiration dawned.

According to news, the café called ‘Café Espresso of my Life’ is actually a project of the city government of Seoul. The business currently employs two homeless people as baristas, who had been trained under the self-support program of the city administration. It was a 3-month training at the Home of Bohyeon, a public shelter for the homeless located just next to the café in Yeongdeungpo-gu.

Every day, the café receives more or less 200 customers. The staffs receive 500,000 won ($450) per month as salary, plus the profits earned. Won, who left his family and ran away from home after his company was bankrupted, said that he dreams of obtaining certification on coffee roasting and become an international barista someday. In that way, he can start anew and see his family again. 

A second outlet of Café Espresso of my Life is set to open early next year at Jongno-gu, where Won and the other barista are posed to be promoted as managers. And I personally hope people traveling to Seoul will take support the business, considering that it'll be located in a popular area among tourists.

Aside from the café, the city government also holds self-support trainings for hotel management and photography, in collaboration with notable personalities in the field. KORAIL, the public railway company, also extends its cooperation by picking dozens of homeless people in the streets and providing them with six-month jobs as luggage movers or cleaners in the Seoul Station. Wage and housing are provided by the government.  

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Inspiring.

Isn’t it lovely to see people seeing hope in others who refuse to see it for themselves? It warms my heart to know that there are still efforts like this to help the needy ones in a society tagged as one of the most successful ones in the world. The government focuses on the improvement of those lacking. They don't just provide hope, but strength and inspiration as well. It's like they're saying "Hey guys, we are going to the top and we're all in this together!" Some people find hope because others are willing to give it to them. It makes me happy that the city government of Seoul knows that so well. 

But the best thing here for me though is that there is no spoon-feeding happening in this kind of set-up. Sure, there may be hidden lapses and flaws, but what matters is that projects are implemented to “try to help the homeless become independent and help themselves,” as said by City Health and Welfare Chief Kim Kyung Ho.

I know it is a difficult undertaking; but what probably makes this work is the fact that this is a give-and-take process. The city government does everything they can to help the homeless, and the homeless willingly accepts the challenge and work hard to achieve the administration’s goal for them. They understand that they are responsible for their own lives and are thankful for the hope other people finds for them.

They don’t take advantage and literally depend on others for their living. We can perhaps attribute this to the ‘Korean man’s dignity’ attitude, but I think it’s more of the fact that they know their limits.

This process, I believe, is the reason behind the city’s success. Seoul isn’t perfect, let’s all admit that; but these kinds of redemptions compensate. To me, it’s like witnessing the real concept of ‘bayanihan’ (communal work). No one gets to be left behind. Everyone takes part in the improvement of their society. 

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When will this ever happen in my own country?


  


Grace 4.0

Is it weird to extend my Grace month for the fourth time? Sometimes, I wonder if it is. But then, I realize that this isn't exactly a mistake. Grace is such a difficult trait to learn, and to be honest, I think it will push through until the end of the year.

The problem is that I can't find opportunities to practice gracefulness. In rare times I go out during the past few months, I keep on forgetting about it - arguing with myself that I need to be myself more.

Somehow, that makes this whole month-naming process a complete bluff. And I don't want that. I need to change, and that includes finally being graceful. I need to learn the art.

The beginning of the -Ber months will be very, very busy for me. I have plotted my schedule last night and was amused there isn't a single space left blank in the calendar. I'll be traveling to places and will be meeting lots of people. It's gonna be exhausting, but I find it a good chance to practice Grace.

It's taking too long; but to be honest, it gets me excited more and more. I want to see the end-product by the start of 2014. Hopefully, I can transform myself then. :)



A Simple Gesture of Gratitude Means So Much

Last Saturday, I hurried to the Parish of St. Francis of Assisi knowing that I need to settle certain responsibilities there. But when I got there, I was surprised with the amount of people standing under the rain inside the church grounds. Instantly, I knew there was a relief operation going on. 

With my purpose forgotten, I decided to meet my friends who were in charge of the distribution. On my way to where they were, I overheard two guys talking to each other about a priest in the parish. I know they were joking, referring to him as someone he's obviously not, but it got to me that I had to turn back and glare at them. Hopefully, they noticed what I did because they were too busy snickering to themselves. 

Letting it go anyway, I headed to where my friends are. As I stood at the entrance of the multi-purpose hall where all the commotions were happening, I looked at the people. The person in-charge of handing the bags of goods were just beside us so it's kinda difficult not to notice the reactions of the recipients.


The first thing I noticed was that there were people who were asking for more than what they should receive. The distribution follows a 1 bag : 1 ticket ratio. This was strictly followed because there were just enough relief goods to give away. But of course, some people had to counter that they need more. I'm sorry that I'm not sorry that the parish staffs were strict not to give in to that. 

I also noticed some people being too demanding, saying that the lines should have been more organized or faster or there should have been more bags to give away. 

Honestly... That crept me out. I wonder how people can still be very demanding at times like that. I have a lot to say but I think it's better that I don't. So let me just focus on one thing that somehow eased away the annoyance:

FAITH IN HUMANITY RESTORED

"Salamat po."

When I heard this from an old lady, I realized that there is still hope in humanity. 

Saying 'thank you' and actually meaning is kind of rare among Filipinos nowadays. During times I observe people from public vehicles, streets or events, it saddens me that there are not many anymore who knows how to value others' efforts. It rattles whenever I think that perhaps, we're all starting to lack that one essential thing: the feeling of gratitude.

To be honest, I pity a society whose people don't know how to feel grateful. To me, a community like that is merely a group of people lifelessly depending on others to breathe - like if the person they feed off disappears, they'll die to themselves - clueless as to how beautiful it is to relish the fruits of their actual labor. 

I don't know if I'm making it clear, but let me just emphasize that working in the ministry for more than a decade has taught me that occasionally receiving material things in appreciation for what we do is not really as compensating (for the lack of better word) as hearing someone actually say 'thank you'.

That is why I feel a lot better knowing that in this place where I live in, there are still people who know how to give back despite having none at all. I see them as people who honestly deserved to be given more. 



I know I'm just being too serious about it, but I feel like for this world to be a better place, it is essential that we all discover the value of gratitude. It's not difficult to say it and mean it, anyway; so I wish more people, especially Filipinos, would be like that old lady. If that will happen, the world will surely be brighter. 





More Korean Fonts For You!

Knowing that my previous post of free Korean font downloads had been appreciated well, I have decided to find some more for everyone. :)


Download the zip file HERE
It's all from allap @ Naver and since I easily got it, I assume it's okay to share it. :) 


And there's another one which I think is my new favorite:


Click here to download.
Thanks to goyang84 @ Naver for this one! :)


The fonts are so cute, right?
I'm sure you'll enjoy it all ^^
Where do you think will it be best to use?
말해봐용~!!!




Back!

I started dancing when I was around 9 years old. My classmates and I first performed in class presentations until opportunities escalated and we almost represented the academy in an inter-school dancing competition. Back then, I knew it was what I do best. It was the only thing I have then to be really proud 

After high school though, I found myself so busy with academics that I eventually gained weight because of stress. I then saw myself drifting away from dancing. Add to that the fact that there were less opportunities in college because I began to find other priorities then. 

But I guess it's really difficult to forget something that has long been there. Dancing is imbued in me and we can say that my love for performing is innate. Thus, I have decided to take chances and go back to dancing, even though it's just myself. It was one of my major New Year's resolution on 2011. 

Until something happened...

On January 20, 2011, I met an unfortunate accident. I was hit by a drunk driver with his motorcycle from behind and my head bumped on the concrete road twice. Of course, I blacked out. But that's not the primary problem then. When my friends came, they said they saw blood on the area and that's when I noticed that the hood of the motorcycle's front wheel cut my right Achilles Heel. I can't really be sure but I think half of my foot was ran over because minutes after I got up from the accident (due to adrenaline rush, I suppose), I fell down and lost my balance. That's when they rushed me to the hospital.

For two weeks, I couldn't walk. My diet was ruined because the doctor told me that I need to eat as much carbohydrate as I could. But you know what freaked me out the most? I was told that if things won't get better, I can walk but it will be quite difficult for me to dance again.

I know it sounded like a drama on TV; but that's what happened. Since then, I got depressed seeing friends of mine actually dancing on stage. It frustrated me so much, even though I won't show it. 

But a year after, I realized that self-pitying won't do me good. If I love dancing so much, then I should go back to it, whatever the cost may be. It's not like I can't stop when I feel pain anyway. So that's when I decided to go back to lose weight and go back to dancing.

I'm not successful with getting fit, but I have found my way back to dancing. Although my busy schedule hampered this habit again, I went back to it six days ago when I decided to sweat by doing exercises and practicing some SNSD songs I've learned. An unexpected thing happened because my head fucking hurt a lot afterwards and my mom feared that it might be because of the accident too. 

But this time, I didn't stop. 


I felt all the rush coming back to me. That's when I told myself that 'to hell with my foot and my hurting head, I'm gonna go back to what I really love doing'. I decided to start with simple dances like A Pink's NO NO NO before I move on to something more complex like SNSD's I Got a Boy and EXO's Growl. Basically, I need to take everything slowly. 

You see, I'm not a professional dancer but I could have been now if only I didn't let the fear on what the doctor said overpower me... and if only I didn't let my insecurities get the best of me. So what if I'm fat? What's important is that I can execute the routines well, right? Gah. I should have gotten that mindset long ago.

I know I've said too much in this blog but I hope readers will get what I'm trying to say. People are just often barricaded from doing what they want and reaching their dreams by fears and insecurities. Once we get over these negative things, we'll be amazed at how we high we can fly. We can always be successful in whatever we choose to do as long as we put our hearts into it... as long as we're determined to achieve that top spot. 

I do not intend to be the number one dancer in the world. I don't even dream about getting popular. I just want to go back to dancing and perform in front of a crowd again. And I'm making it happen. Just wait. :p

Hidden Sanctuary... FOUND!


The vacation was planned; but at the last minute, there had to be a major change. We were supposed to go to a beach in Zambales, but thanks to the unpredictability of Philippine weather, we found ourselves on a jeepney to a nearby vacation spot.

Our choice was Hidden Sanctuary. It is a relatively new resort situated in Prenza, Marilao. It is a huge development that features a hotel and two wave pools. Wanting to actually stay for the night in comfort, we ended up booking a family room for all six of us. Now that I think about it, there really was no regret on this. It was actually a fun experience!