Summertime: Dangerous for Pets, so Be Prepared!



For those of you in the Northern Hemisphere, it’s officially summer and it’s pretty darn hot!

And even though you’ve been inundated with posts to social media telling you to take precautions, we still hear stories of people who unknowingly put their beloved pets at risk.

So the good folks at the ASPCA are asking you to share this infographic far and wide. Let’s make this summer the safest ever for animals!


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First Post Challenge: “Luisita’s Motherhood”


Michelle of Book Chat counted me as the sixth nominee of this first blog post challenge (even though the original maximum number of nominees is only five)! My first post is entitled Luisita’s Motherhood — a featurette (short feature article) that seeks to find the similarity of a typical mother to Hacienda Luisita and that calls for people to act as soon as possible and defend those who are marginalized and oppressed, such as the farmers. This is my first post, because my experience in that large parcel of land is unique, for my visit there is my very first Basic Masses Integration — a usual part of our semestral requirements in my degree program — and because I knew by the fact that going there is one of those moments in my life in which I never had any regrets.

Sad Note: A week after our visit at the Hacienda Luisita, I received a piece of news, reporting that several barrios/barangays, including those that our NSTP class had visited, were bulldozed and the locals were driven and chased out of their lands, which helped sustain their livelihood for decades. This is, apparently, because of the greed of the landlords, who never really wanted to distribute the land to the farmers, despite the PH Supreme Court ruling.

Luisita’s Motherhood

Luisita is a rich mother. She is a woman bestowed by Nature a power, a power to nurture tiny seeds until they all grow roots to courageously stand up, taking pride of their fresh, green leaves against the sun of Central Luzon. She provides her children an advantage to harvest tons of sugar canes, rice, and corn for the feeding of their hungry stomachs. She bathes with the irrigation from a nearby dam or with the calmly flowing water from the river that rages during a storm. She likes catching the rain even during a plaguing summer, giving her grandchildren the opportunity to play with and appreciate a common yet great blessing from the skies. She wants the heart of her land to be distributed to her children.

Luisita is indeed a lighthearted mother. She could be seen patiently waiting along the main road leading to the expressway, welcoming her beloved visitors with her breath of hope, which touches their skins with soft, blissful wind. When these people drop off from their vehicles, she would let them stare at her in open-mouthed wonder and snap photos of her. Oftentimes most of her visitors are students, but she is never bothered of their disturbing laughter. In fact, she would laugh with them too, though she couldn’t be heard. With her grandsons and granddaughters who naively ask you, “Where is U.P.? Is that a school?” she would request their parents to be the foster parents of these students and tell them stories of her happiness and struggle.

But Luisita became an enraged and depressed mother. She is a slave of the elites and the President’s family in Tarlac. She never hides behind tall grasses because she wishes for her soil to be inherited and cultivated by her poor children and grandchildren. She doesn’t recognize the dirt at the corners of her shirt and wields banners and placards instead of guns and swords. Like other women, she was abused and hurt; and her rights were overlooked. Her children were driven out of their place with huge bulldozers so she was even more saddled.

But her children won’t leave her side and are willing to fight for her. And she wishes that her once young visitors will come again to hear her cheerful stories.

Let’s then fight for her.

Here are the rules:

  • Copy-paste, link, pingback or whatever way you want to, your first post.
  • State what type of post that was. G. Introduction, Story, Poem
  • Explain why that was your first post.
  • Nominate 5 other bloggers. Five because I know the pain of opening a lot of tabs at once.

My five nominees are:

1. Random Writings on the Bathroom Wall

2. Margaret Mathews

3. Beautiful Life with Cancer

4. Surrendering My Shield

5. Power Plant Men

5 things to remember in order to be deliriously happy…


“You will probably never look like the people in magazines. Your butt will never be as cellulite free or your arms as defined, [But that’s] okay you don’t have photoshop and 15 people dedicated to making you look like that, accept it and then quickly remember how great you are.”
Right on spot! One of the main reasons why I am terribly happy …

A Girl In Europe

Happiness is not always as infectious as we think, sometimes you need to remind yourself of a few little things in order to put a smile on yo face!

1. Nobody will remember the bad things you did whilst you were young and stupid. Well they might remember them but if they love you they won’t remind you of them.

2. You don’t need to push a friendship, either you’re 2 perfect weirdos together or not.

3. It’s perfectly okay to have a totally dramatic Emmy award winning meltdown when things are going wayward just don’t expect people that love you to walk carelessly on, chances are they’re going to stop, wipe your eyes and pass you a Jaffa cake.

4. You will probably never look like the people in magazines. Your butt will never be as cellulite free or your arms as defined, BUT THATS OKAY you don’t have…

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Starry Night; Warm Sunshine



If  you are looking for great adventures,

Search beyond the boundaries and the comforts of the city

Carry within you the struggles of the marginalized and the poor

And in a united goal , watch with them a lengthy starry night.


I knew you had to always look through the window

Because the chills of dawn caused your bladder’s impending explosion.

Remember, endurance’s a prerequisite to long journeys along the road

But in a few hours more,the embrace of warm sunshine will be above you.


The sandy, sizzling environment of Mabalacat, Pampanga

Surrounded by long fences and monstrous signs of corporate entities

Wanting to build golf fields and the planned Clark Green City,

The starry night is, but in loneliness, will soon dash away.


Two mountains standing apart, connected with hanging bridges

Spark great fear of falling onto the hard rocks brought by lahar

But to reach the community one must brave the height

Because the mission’s fulfillment gives a warm sunshine.


The Aeta children welcomed the strangers with a facial beam

Without the thought that they might be oppressors

Or the right hand men of the capitalists or of the landlords

And in their beautiful eyes a starry night might glow.


Happily they sang the modern songs they hardly understood

Singing Frozen’s ‘Let It Go’ in a repeating stereo tone

Or idolizing Lyca Gairanod and all other ‘The Voice Kids’  renditions

Their melody touches like warm sunshine beneath the ears.


Most of them lined up inside the small, hollow-blocked room

Waiting for the doctor’s stethoscope to be placed above their chests

The babies cried, but the schoolers observed in an open-mouthed wonder

And just like the blinks of the starry night, they wished to hear their hearts too!


The adults spoke about their stories and histories

As they offered root crops and nutritious meals to the hungry

As they spared their bedrooms and pillows to the sleepy strangers

I knew the warm sunshine blessed their souls with hospitality and prudence.


Our Aeta brothers and sisters suffered from oppression

Through false representations of those empowered by the ‘seats’.

They have always wished for self-determination,

But instead experienced some unwanted alienation.


In development they were not against,

But only hoped for the promised sustainability

Where the neoliberal agenda shall not prevail

Over the indigenous people’s interest and of the masses.


During starry nights I shall remember the Aeta children of Marcos Village

And as stars glitter I shall always see the hope in their shy smiles

Their mountainous settlement shall remain their paradise

So that their warm sunshine won’t turn in a cold instant.

This poem was published at Sulo’s March 2015 Issue. “Starry Night; Warm Sunshine” is the metaphor used to describe the current lives and struggles of the indigenous peoples in the Philippines.

Sulo is the official newsletter of KATRIBU National.


Can a part of Filipino culture come back to life?


Comic books had been a crucial part of daily lives of many Filipinos before. I remember my parents telling me how expensive newly-released comic books were, but they told me that they were buying those secondhand ones in order to save around 90% of their budget.
Moreover, just like in DC and Marvel comics, the stories narrated in Filipino comic books have been translated into movies; examples of which are Darna, Captain Barbell and Gagamboy. But, just like what is stated in this article, the culture slowly had been merely a part of the memories of our parents and grandparents.
I am one of those hopeful that someday, Comic book series will be popular and will reign over bookstores again. I wish that our artists would support Patricio’s wonderful aim. 🙂


Our trip today into Graphic Literature takes us to Komiks. We could venture back to days when pictures and words were put together and people now call them cartoons or comics or as I prefer, Graphic Literature, however I want to jump ahead maybe 30 or so years. My goal today is to see if we can go from the past to the present and connect the artists and writers along the way.

You may have heard of the game Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon or Six Degrees of Separation. The goal is to connect Kevin Bacon to any other actor in six steps or less. Let’s see what we can do with the creators today.

After the Spanish

It’s after the Spanish-American War and there is some American influences filtering in.1 On January 11, 1929, Liwayway2 magazine published a character named Francisco Harabas, better known as Kenkoy

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What is spoken word?


What is spoken word?.

Word to your Mother (Tongue): Can Hip Hop Save Endangered Languages?


Hip hop is not only linguistically innovative, it helps preserve indigenous languages via oral tradition.

via Word to your Mother (Tongue): Can Hip Hop Save Endangered Languages?.

Topping my New Year’s Resolution


It has already been days since we celebrated the coming of the New Year, and most people from all walks of life had started — or even published — their New Year’s Resolution. I, too, had written mine by Dec 31st, and I wouldn’t dare publish the entire thing.

Anyway, here are the things that topped my Resolution for this year, which, of course, would only be kept as promises, and might not be fulfilled:

1. I will try my best to move on from that guy. I will stop thinking anything about him and any underlying memories.

— My bestfriends have heard this sworn statement for almost a hundred times already, but as you all may know, it is really tough to move on if you truly loved someone. Right?

2. I will not anymore cut classes. I will not anymore sleep during classes.

— This is really difficult to fulfill, especially whenever I find a class too boring or whenever there is really an emergency. But if I really can do this, I will reward myself with a bar of chocolate.

3. I will start focusing on my studies.

— I always do, right? My problems are the term papers. I hate them, because I am too lazy.

Ways that We Can End The Cycle of Bullying


When I give pieces of advice to my friends who often were bullied, I tell them to spend time in communicating with their inner selves.


Since I was a child up until High School, I was emotionally and mentally bullied and I know what it is like to be hurt so badly, being put down, always making fun of me because I was different then everyone else and it was the most toughest times of my life. I didn’t have friends, I didn’t have what others had when they were with each other in groups when I felt left out and being an outcast 99.9% of the time. They were moments that I will never forget, no matter if I have moved on or not. It sticks with you, however I have learned to live past it and began doing positive things in life, to move forward and to stop dwelling on the past. I have been taking a lot of new approaches to this matter and I am going to begin my own social…

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Why Are Black Cats Considered Unlucky?


I knew most of the things written here, except for the Roman soldier incident and other folklores. They sound funny to me.

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Why Are Black Cats Considered Unlucky?-Click Picture For Article

How did black cats become associated with bad luck, and with Halloween traditions?

Every year when people begin putting out their Halloween decorations, and we start dressing our homes for Samhain, inevitably the image of the black cat comes up. It’s usually portrayed with its back arched, claws out, and occasionally wearing a jaunty pointed hat. Local news channels warn us to keep black cats inside on Halloween just in case the local hooligans decide to get up to some nasty hijinks. 

But where did the fear of these beautiful animals come from? Anyone who lives with a cat knows how fortunate they are to have a cat in their life — so why are they considered unlucky?

Divine Cats:

The ancient Egyptians honored cats of every color. Cats were mighty and strong, and held sacred. Two of the most amazing goddesses in the Egyptian pantheon were Bast and Sekhmet…

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5 Types of Filipino-Chinese in the Philippines



Chinese Filipinos or Filipino-Chinese are (obviously) Filipinos with Chinese descent.

Chinese Filipinos are one of the largest overseas Chinese community in Southeast Asia. Comprises 18%-27% of Philippine population. Chinese people sailed around the Philippines and actively interacted with Filipinos since the 9th century. Well that’s why the Chinatown in Binondo, Manila is the oldest Chinatown in the world!

Moving on, here are the 5 types of Filipno-Chinese in the Philippines

First, we have the MAINLANDERS

Often called as G.I. or “Genuine Intsik”. They can be named as the Chinese FOB’s (fresh off the boat) of the Philippines since they literally migrated from their country to another country to reside. This refers to Chinese people with Chinese nationality and born in China. To their population/community, calling them Intsik is considered a derogatory/racial slur.

Next one, the CHINOYS

Chinoy, from the word Chinese-Pinoy, refers to Chinese…

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Masked in Hell


Visit our country. Open your hotel room’s television to check out for the latest local news. And when you finally have done it, do not anymore be surprised with what you might see.

The Philippines, while being described figuratively as the Pearl in Orient Seas, prides itself for its long tradition of corruption. And as part of this crocs-inspired culture, let me introduce to you, dear strangers, a city where I first gave something to contribute to Earth — an addition to the exponential growth of world’s population — and also where I currently lay my body to hibernate for years: Makati City.

While Dan Brown through his novel, Inferno, described the country’s political capital, Manila, as gates of hell, I would describe my dear city, the deemed financial capital, as one that is masked in hell. No, I am not describing it as torrid as if you were already experiencing the extreme temperatures inside the future lake of fire and sulfur. I am not also telling you to dislike the historic Pasig River, which streams across its map and of course is now polluted and as dirty as the recent politics.

But beware, you might die since crocodiles are everywhere. Of course, I am not talking about literal death. Just be aware of the current system — bribery plus fake biddings plus ghost employees.

Sometimes, I blame the world for throwing and disposing all the scumbags at my place. Well, I have no choice, but that’s silly. If you want to be rich like the Ayalas and Gokongweis, put your business along the streets of Makati Avenue and Ayala Avenue. Whenever you go out of your office, watch the street children pulling wooden carts, begging for money and inhaling liquids from the inside of a tiny plastic bag. Oh, I forgot the other part of the culture: when the traffic light orders us to stop, we will defy the rule and then rush, crossing the street, aware but never minding the dangers we might face.

The strangest thing for a visitor? Various techniques of snatchers or thieves, such as those being used by dura-dura (saliva) gang and akyat-bahay (climb the house) kids. Try also our local street foods if you want to get any of these three: Hepatitis A, B, or C.

But sometimes, experiencing a bit of hell means tasting a lot of heaven.

Welcome. And enjoy.

Welcome, Stranger. I think I violated the Prompt’s rule. But I don’t mind, anyway.

Why Asians Like To Queue


Why we prefer queuing in the Philippines:
1. We choose to ride the train (MRT, LRT, & PNR) rather than riding a bus. Traveling with trains, though the stations are fully congested and the trains face technical problems everytime, takes 45% lesser travel time than traveling with a bus or jeepneys.
2. Take this: Slow government service. Government employees tend to work slowly because of very low income and rare insurance promises.

Both of these test even the last strings of our patience. My article “At a snail’s pace” is related to this post.

Mabel Kwong

Queuing up. Lining up. Standing in line for something free, something new or something on discount. Most of the time we’ll see quite a few Asian faces in these lines. If not a few, then a lot.

I’ve been guilty of queuing on a few occasions. At one point while living in Singapore, I joined humongous Singaporean queues at McDonalds to collect all eight stuffed monkeys that came with McValue Meals during the Chinese New Year month. I did it, sometimes waiting half an hour to buy a meal. A few weeks ago, I saw a short queue in the Emporium shopping mall in the city. I joined it and after a five minute wait, got to the front and received a free macaron. I did notice there were some elderly Asian ladies in front of me, haggling at the top of their lungs for more than one sweet treat.

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Isang mensahe para sa mga mag-u-UPCAT (A Message to UPCAT takers)


Halos tatlong linggo na nga lang ang nalalabi at sa wakas, makakaupo ka na rin sa malamig sa silyang ilalalaan sa’yo ng proctor mo. Naaaninag ko na ang kislap sa iyong mga mata na wari ba’y nagpapahiwatig ng malakas na pwersa ng pag-asa at kasabikan, ngunit ang mga ito’y unti-unting mababawasan at kagyat na mapapalitan ng lumalaking takot at pangamba sa bawat panahong lumilipas. Marahil isa ka sa mga estudyanteng matiyagang pumila at nagpasa ng mga kaukulang dokumento sa Office of Admissions para makuha ang pinakamimithi mong test permit, at narinig ko pa ngang malakas mong sinabi sa sarili mo habang dinadama ang makinis at bagong kuhang 2×2 ID photo mo: “OMG, Ang ganda ko talaga dito!” At marahil isa ka sa mga mapangahas na nagpakuha ng larawan kasama ang ating pinakamamahal at pinakarerespetong si Oble, hindi dahil sa kumakalat na bulung-bulungang hindi raw nakapapasa sa UPCAT o nakakapagtapos kaagad ng degree sa Unibersidad ang sinumang magpapapiktyur sa kanya, kundi dahil sa inakala mong bold star siya na walang ibang ginawa kundi ipagdamot ang Century Hotdog sa pamamagitan ng pagkakalilok ng isang ‘mahiwagang’ dahon sa ibabaw nito. O baka naman habang bakasyon pa lamang (o hindi pa nakapagpasa ng application forms) at dala na rin marahil ng kasabikan mo, inumpisahan mo na ring i-like ang iba’t ibang confession pages ng Peyups, mula sa The Sunshine Park Files ng hilaga hanggang sa The UPMin Secrets ng timog, at magbasa-basa at magkomento sa mga nakakatawang istoryang nakapost sa open group sa Facebook na Narinig ko sa UP (Overheard at UP).

At syempre, sa wakas, magagamit mo na rin ang lahat ng nakatenggang kaalaman sa utak mo na nagmula pa sa araw-araw na pagtuturo ng iyong mga guro sa hayskul o kaya nama’y nanggaling sa mahaba-habang oras ng pagrerebyung inilaan mo at pinagkagastusan sa mga mamahalin o prestihiyosong review center na sa tingin mo’y makatutulong nang malaki sa pagpasa sa naturang eksam.


Oblation: The most iconic statue in the University. Photo from lomography.con

Oblation: The most iconic statue in the University. Photo from lomography.con

Review pa

Kahit hindi na ako tumingin sa kalendaryong nakasabit sa madumi, luma at plywood na dingding ng kwarto ko, nararamdaman kong malapit na ngang buksang muli ang Unibersidad para sa mga kukuha ng eksaminasyon dahil sa kaliwa’t kanang pagbubukas ng mga e-mail na naglalaman ng mga imbitasyon para sa libreng pagbabahagi ko ng aking mga kaalaman partikular sa asignaturang Math. Kadalasan, pagkatapos ng matagal at nakakapagod na pagsasalita, ang mga estudyante’y manghihingi ng payo para makapasa sa eksam, pero malimit lamang ako makapagbigay, at kung makapagbigay man, ito’y pawang kalokohan at pagbibiro lang.

“Friend, di pa ako nakakapagreview …”

Isa ‘yan sa mga madalas kong sabihin noong ikaapat na taon ko sa hayskul at ganyan din ang bukambibig ko habang papalapit na ang araw na ‘yon. Rason? Katamaran. O siguro kakulangan sa inspirasyon. At dahil doon, isang beses lamang ako nakapagrebyu at iyon ay noong Agosto 3, ang gabi bago ang eksam kinabukasan. Napuyat ako at dahil dyan, noong mismong eksam, nakatulog ako nang halos kalahating oras sa Reading Comprehension at nanghula ng isasagot (nakalimutan kong right minus 1/4 wrong pala dahil sa sobrang antok, pero di bale na). Kaya ang paulit-ulit kong pagmamakaawa sa mga tinuruan ko: Wag nyong tutulugan ang Reading Comprehension!

Pero seryoso, hindi naman mahalaga kung nakapag-review center ka o hindi. Ang mas mahalaga, natatandaan mo pa nang mabuti at isinasapuso mo ang itinuturo ng mga titser mo at kung hindi naman, at kung may natitira ka pang oras, manghiram ka o magbasa-basa ng mga reviewer dahil sa maniwala ka’t sa hindi, lahat ng pagsasakripisyo mo, sa huli, ay magiging kapaki-pakinabang sa pagsasagot sa mahihirap na katanungan. Bawas landi, review pa more!


UP or nothing

Marami akong kakilalang pumasa man o hindi, UP or nothing sila. Ibig sabihin, obligado silang ipasa ang nasabing exam at di sila pag-aaralin ng kanilang mga magulang sa iba pang unibersidad. O kaya naman, para sa iba, ang UP or nothing ay nangangahulugang wala na silang gustong ibang unibersidad maliban sa UP, at dahil sa masidhing hangarin na makapasa ay nagagawa nilang sila mismo ang mag-presyur sa kanilang mga sarili.

UP is UP. Sabi nga sa’kin ng isang kaibigang upperclassman. Pero tandaan natin na kahit na tinaguriang national university ang Unibersidad ng Pilipinas, ito ay isa ring pamantasan gaya ng iba pang mga pamantasan. Naiiba lamang ito sa paraang ito ang itinatanyag na pinakamagaling, hindi lamang sa batayang pang-akademiko, kundi maging sa paghuhubog ng mga estudyanteng may pagmamalasakit sa bayan. Samakatwid, hindi dapat tingnan na isang malaking kabiguan sa buhay ng isang estudyante ang hindi makapasok sa UP. Bagkus, nararapat lamang itong magsilbing isang malaking hamon at inspirasyon para sa sarili na gawin ang buong makakaya at magtagumpay sa napiling larangan.



N’ong nakaraan lamang ay niyanig ang social media sites ng mga reklamo at mga banat ng mga estudyante laban sa maanomalyang Socialized Tuition System (STS), mapa-taga-UP man o hindi, sa pamamagitan ng #BracketAKaNa. At habang binabasa mo ng umagang yaon ang mga kakaibang banat sa Twitter at sa Facebook, bigla kang napapatawa. Pero di mo sukat akalain na bago ka matulog at ipikit ang iyong mga mata sa gabi ay kaagad ka rin palang dadalawin ng matinding pag-aalala at lungkot. Naisip mo’t sinabi sa iyong sarili na sakaling makapasa ka ay baka hindi mo na ma-i-confirm ang slot mo sa napasang campus at kurso dahil sa tumataginting na PhP1000/unit na Bracket A  o 33% tuition discount (1500/unit naman ‘pag 0% tuition discount), o kaya, ang mas masaklap, kahit na nasa iyo ang mga katangiang hinahanap ni Oble sa isang UP student ay ikaw na mismo ang naguudyok sa iyong sarili na h’wag na mag-eksam.

Kaninang madaling-araw, imbes na titigan nang matagal ang kisame ng aking silid dahil sa kawalan ng pagkakaabalahan sa mahabang bakasyong idinulot ng Academic Calendar shift, inisa-isa kong bisitahin ang mga timeline ng mga nasa friends list ko. May mga estudyante ng hayskul na kahit hindi pa nga nakakakuha ng UPCAT, nakalagay na kaagad sa profile nila: “Studies [course] at University of the Philippines [campus].” Pero mapapansin natin, pagkatapos ng anim na buwan o higit pa na paghihintay sa resulta ng pagpupuyat at pagpapakapagod para lamang sa paghahanda, halos ang iba dyan tatanggalin na ang impormasyong iyon sa profile nila. Maaaring sa kadahilanang di sila pinalad na pumasa, pero malamang sa malamang karamihan dyan na kahit pumasa, ay di naman tumutuloy dahil sa mataas na matrikula. Nakakalungkot lang isipin na nang dahil sa mga represibo at anti-estudyanteng polisiya na pinaiiral sa pamantasan, halimbawa’y STS, ay agad na nawawakasan ang pangarap ng isang estudyante na makapag-aral sa tinaguriang state university. At sana, sa susunod na pang-akademikong taon, maririnig ko na maraming mga kapus-palad na bagong gradweyt ng hayskul ay di lamang pumasa, kundi officially enrolled na rin.


Penge pong advice

Madalas itong marinig ng mga taga-UP at/o mga estudyanteng nag-aaral sa Big Four mula sa mga kaibiga’t mga kakilala nila na nangangarap na makakamit ng diploma mula sa mga nasabing unibersidad. Kaya bilang tugon, magbibigay sila ng pagkahaba-habang listahan ng Tips In Order to Pass na maaaring nagsisimula sa “matulog ka nang maaga bago mag-eksam” hanggang sa “‘pag natapos ka na, manalangin/magdasal ka para sa iyong pagpasa.”

At isa ako sa mga taong iyon.

Kamakailan ko lang naintindihan na ang pagkakaiba ng mga mag-aaral sa isa’t isa ay isang bagay na nakaaapekto sa pagtanggap nila sa mga advice na ibinabahagi ko. Oo, alam kong wala ako sa posisyong magpayo dahil magiging second year student pa lang ako sa darating na pasukan, at ang artikulong ito’y hindi magbibigay ng kung ano-anong tips. Nasa’yo na kasi ‘yan kung paano ka makakapasa. Pero kung may isang bagay man akong maipapayo sa’yo ay ito iyon: kumapit ka nang mahigpit sa mga pangarap mo, dahil ang sarili mo mismo ang magdadala sa’yo sa katuparan ng mga ito.


Oblation’s call

Lahat ng mga isyung nabasa mo sa itaas ay pawang mga katotohanan. Inaamin ko, lumaki ako mula sa isang mahirap na pamilya, pero di iyon naging hadlang para makapasa at makapag-enrol (salamat sa iskolarsyip). At sana hindi maging hadlang ang kahirapan, kapansanan, mga kapintasan atbp (masyadong ideal, pero sa tingin ko’y posible) para tumugon ka sa pagtawag ni Oble para sa mga karapat-dapat na hiranging mga bagong Iskolar ng Bayan.

No’ng bago ako pumasok sa Unibersidad, may nakapagsabi sa akin na ang UPCAT ang pinakamadaling eksam na nakuha nya mula sa UP. Hindi ko alam kung totoo ito para sa lahat ng mga taga-UP, pero para sa aking sariling karanasan, totoo ito, at inaasahan kong mas hihirap pa sa mga darating na semestre. Hindi ko nais matakot ka o lalong palalain ‘yang test anxiety mo … bagkus gusto ko lamang iparating na kung ano man ang dahilan mo kung bakit ka kukuha ng UPCAT, sana’y pagbutihin mo, at magbaon ka ng lakas ng loob.