drama ba?

Yesterday…

Classmate 1: ano ang height mo?

Me: 4’9”

Classmate 2:  4’3” yata eh? (Biro niya)

Me: (smiling) aanhin mu naman ang kantangkaran mu kung wala ka namang “face” at “utak”?

Classmate 1: tumigil ka na!

Ahaha… di ko naman inasahang matatamaan siya.. well, was just stating some sort of truth.:D

I just wanna talk (or maybe speak) about my parents this time. First, I’d like to introduce the family members with few lines about them and using their aliases.

Daddy cool. Intelihente, mathematician, chess wizard and walking dictionary. FEU commerce graduate with major in accounting, CPA. And actually, ayun sa nakalap kong info, top five siya noon sa CPA licensure exam. Sadly, these are the few things I can brag about speaking of him.

Mommy: plain housewife na lagging wala sa bahay. :D

        Elementary undergrad.

Shobis: eldest in the brood of nine. She already has 5 kids of her own. Rebelde. Akala ko dati, akin ang tronong “black sheep of the family” pero papatalo ba naman yan sa katusuhan? Totoo naman.  She fit the title.

Hopper: best brother in the world not because he shoulders my school expenses but because he’s blessed with a pure heart.

Ben: Masipag. Not vocal for his care for his siblings.

Jhong: Quick-tempered.

Wating: a young dad. Tatay ng paborito kong pamangkin.

Kunyang: not yet a registered nurse. Uulitin ko ba? Graduate ng nursing. Hihi

Shang: napaka-caring na ate.

Shao (ako): pinakatopakin sa pamilya.:D

        Matalas ng dila.

Abbo: Bunso namin na kung umasta, parang mas matanda sa’kin.

Yun naman. But NOTE: hindi naman ito sa paninira sa kahit sa sino sa miyembro ng aming pamilya. Be open-minded when you attempt to read this post.

Nag-uusap kasi kami ng ate Kunyang ko kaninang tanghali about dad and mom. Badtrip kasi ako ke mudra. I arrived home yesterday to get my allowance from her only to find out na wala na naman siya sa bahay. Ang plano ko kasi, babalik din ng Bayombong para tapusin ang lahat ng assignments na iniwan ng aming propesor.

Sabi ng ate, bakit daw ganun sila. Mom wants us to treat and respect her as a real mother above everything but my ate pointed out that how are we gonna be the way mom wants us to be if in the first place, she herself fails to be a good example to us? Anjan kang halos araw araw murahin, lagi siyang wala. Ate even came to the point of comparing my mom to the other moms. Na bakit daw sina ganito, tamad naman gaya namin pero di sila minumura ng mama nila? I’d often contradict my sister’s perception of what my parents display saying “ikaw lang naman ang nagsasabi niyan eh.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love my mama and papa so much even they are very far from perfect parents. Minsan, kasi chocolate lover si papa, I’d buy him pasalubong, prepare a cup of coffee for him kasi mahilig din sa kape, o di kaya naman i-prepare ang pagkain niya. Si mama naman, di ko maiparamdam sa gawa ang pagmamahal ko sa kanya pero lagi kong sinasabi na pag nakapagtapos ako, i-spoil’in kosiya.

Halos lahat kaming magkakapatid may sama ng loob sa kanila the fact nakita naman namin ang pagkukulang nila. spiritual man o moral na paalala wala naibigay ang parents namin. Kung tutuusin, hindi naman masasabing mga suwail kaming anak sa kanila dahil kahit malaki ang pagkukulang nila, di namin sila binabastos.

Sino ba naman kasi ng mag-aakalang isang CPA (si papa), dukha? Ganito kasi, nasa mataas na posisyon sa isang kumpanya ang aking tatay noon at the same time, nililigawan siya ng ibang kumpanya sa mas mababang posisyon pero tutumbasan nila o higitan ang sweldo niya sa isang kumpanya. Ma-pride nga daw si papa dahil siguro visible na din nang mga panahong iyon na mababankrupt na yung pinagtatrabahuan niya, ni-reject niya yung mas malaking kumpanya.

Looking at the case positively, I may not be raised by perfect parents, their imperfections serve as my guide of how I will mold myself in order to become a good parent (if lucky to be one) someday.

Isa pa, sila ang gumawa sa’kin kaya ko naman naranasan kung paano mabuhay. Naranasan kong umiyak, masaktan, magmahal, magpaiyak, manakit at lahat lahat kaya dapat akong magpasalamat sa kanila.

Kung hindi dahil sa kanila, di ko makikita kung anong klaseng buhay ang nais kong iparanas sa magiging anak ko (kung nagkakaroon). Siyempre, di ko ipaparamdam at ipaparanas lahat ng karanasang di ko nagustuhan.

Iyon lamang muna sa ngayon.

sa tingin mo?:P

I am just stuck with the story we viewed this morning as part of our general psychology subject lecture.

It was a real story that displayed how young and juvenile youths were deprived of their rights as children--of their right to live their lives as real kids--to have fun and to pursue education.

I thought I can consider myself as one of the poorest citizens of this country but having watched such a story made me realize how far lucky I am compared to them. I admit, I really see life so tough and hard and challenging that sometimes, I would think of giving up instead of going on. It seems that life really goes unfair. Why is it that some could easily get anything they wish of having and do what they wish of doing and yet, here I am, one of those unfortunate for not having this kind of privilege. Somehow, I am thankful to have this realization that I am just being unreasonable in my way of thinking. So what, if I am not showered with earthly possessions? Like the lads who worked hard in the movie just to get going amidst the difficult toil they were into, life's uncertainties shouldn't stop me from dreaming that one day, I can attain the life I aim for.
For the time being, I may find it hard to ease away the pangs of envy I feel whenever I see my high school batch-mates who are already through with the hardships a college life brings about, I should not let it bring me down.
Back to the film we watched. There were boys and girls alike ranging 13 to 15 years old who, if not personally chosen to engage in a sort of farm works, were forced by their parents to leave school and go with them to find money meager to cover the debt of the family.
It may be a pitiful reality of my existence though, I admit that I can't recall a moment where either of my mom or dad taught me how to do house chores, or how to be courteous. I grew up in my own ways, of course with the help of environmental causes. When I was still an innocent kid, I would just do whatever I thought I could then when a point came that my parents would notice I got in the wrong track then time for them to rebuke me but the sad part was that I could not grasp why they say or do this or that. Can you imagine? It resulted to unmotivated me. Yes, the unmotivated me. The point in relation to the youths in the film is that how come I am weak-spirited compared to them who were raised poorly yet, they could still manage to portray a happy life? Poorly in the sense that they hardly enter school, they ate lesser than enough and worst, they themselves worked for their own when in fact, they should just enjoy being kids as how exactly kids of their age live.
On the other hand, it simply proves how poor Filipinos can be. I just do not know who worth the blame for the population of poor Filipino citizens. The government or the parents themselves?

Reflection

WHO AM I

By: CASTING CROWNS

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth

Would care to know my name

Would care to feel my hurt

Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star

Would choose to light the way

For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am

But because of what You've done

Not because of what I've done

But because of who You're

Chorus:

I am a flower quickly fading

Here today and gone tomorrow

A wave tossed in the ocean

A vapor in the wind

Still You hear me when I'm calling

Lord, You catch me when I'm falling

And You've told me who I am

I am Yours, I am Yours

Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin

Would look on me with love and watch me rise again

Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea

Would call out through the rain

And calm the storm in me

I am Yours

Whom shall I fear

Whom shall I fear

'Cause I am Yours

I am Yours

Well, I just remember our recollection held at the Sacred Heart that was facilitated by sir Benjamin and a sister. I am a member of Iglesia Ni Cristo and i study here in SMU--a catholic school. I actually felt uneasy in joining the said activity but since it's required for us to pass a certain subject, I participated, of course, still with pangs of hesitation.

thanks God! there was something worth remembering in the activity. the lyrics alone in the song, you can come up with an idea about what i am talking here.

They—the facilitator—related to us the PARABLE OF THE SEED AND THE SOWER. I can't quite remember the whole story. We were instructed to find “treasures” (I actually do not know how to call it and can't remember what they call it).

I chose the “PATH” where there was a rocky, good soil and one other I can't remember. We had to explicate why we chose what we chose. Ours was path represents what we have went through, what we have experienced and realized. There were people who caused us to change and circumstances that shaped us to what we are now. Slip-ups and mistakes we failed to rectify but at least considered contributory in our becoming. Above all these bitter fragments of life, there is someone who never forgets us. We may strengthen our relationship to HIM—Lord GOD.