Thursday, December 18, 2003
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Been a long time..... as I remember Elvira's opening words in Raised to the Tenth's newsletter Of the Three Worlds.
There are only about 12 days left before Christmas. Somehow I realize that it doesn't sound and feel like it's Christmas. It's very sad to say and it's very disappointing. I am very excited though to take my vacation from all the busy work of all sorts if reading and rushing to meet deadlines. Relationships in school are "strictly business" relationships so to speak and that's when I realized that there are actually very few who take time to sit and see their life pass by. A season like this has also made me realize how I miss the old times. How I miss the sunset in St. Scho. as I feel the surroundings around me turn bluish. As I smell that sunset, the grass of the field, the cold stone tables. I can't help but miss it. I miss it really and sometimes I still feel the sunset in my new School, in my new environment, in my strictly- business- environment. I admit that I really am thankful that I can still sometimes feel it. People have grown cold and I have difficulty battling that discovery of mine, which you might have had discovered too or might have realized. People find sunsets corny, they find those little wonderful things so boring and I miss the discussions on the phone with Elvira. I miss how she'd make me laugh and how she listens to me attentively. I miss it really, I really do and it's hard to find TRUE FRIENDS. She's one of a kind.
Friday, October 10, 2003
sent by e-mail by: Elvin Uy
Politics or political science (as well as governance) is essentially
a FOREIGN social science. It was first introduced by ancient
philosophers (Plato, et. al) of the west and their successors (still
western people) have continued to develop it. Much of the things we
do or know right now about politics and governance came from the
west (our very own constitution is patterned after the USA's
charter). While the theory or the practice of politics does adapt
to the culture or environment that utilizes it, certain fundamental
concepts CAN NOT and SHOULD NOT be altered. One of them is the
importance of PARTISANSHIP to political parties and governance, most
The problem with our government (Philippines) right now is not that
we have too much politics. On the contrary, we lack MATURE and
MEANINGFUL politics. Of the 170++ political parties registered in
COMELEC, only a handful (maybe even less) can attest that they do
have a well-defined and well-articulated ideology. That's the
reason why you have politicians who change sides (switch parties)
before elections (to win) or after winning one. That is also the
reason why the electorate tends to vote based on popularity,
personality (credentials), and a superficial (mababaw) understanding
of university and national issues (this applies to elections here in
the university and beyond). What we see in the government (again,
both inside and outside the university) are individuals who can be
considered highly qualified to lead, in terms of credentials, yet do
not have well-formed political beliefs and as such, are unable to
represent. That causes the mess that is our government right now.
It lacks focus and direction because the leaders who are steering
the government (hence the student body or the country) are doing so
in different and opposite directions.
On choosing the leader(s)...
There seems to be an endless debate about how to choose one's
leaders. Those who believe that partisanship is a no-no argue that
credentials and some other qualities must be the prime basis in
choosing a leader. Credibility, they say, gets their vote. This is
not entirely wrong (it's quite ok if you're using these criteria for
choosing, say a class valedictorian). However, in the realm of
politics and governance, this is quite INADEQUATE. Why? Governance
is essentially about REPRESENTATION; relevant and meaningful
governance is a by-product of clashes between different beliefs and
principles (between distinct ways of thinking). Leaders who only
have good leadership background, have great credentials (past
involvements, achievements), and even have a genuine passion for
service will not be able to hack it simply because they lack true
understanding of what governance entails. Governance is about
shaping and forming policies, not merely activity planning and
implementation. And the way for leaders to decide on important
issues is not through consulting everyone of the electorate (that
would, in the words of Mr. Salamat, make the SC mean student
counseling) but by living up to the mandate the electorate gave its
representatives. Leaders are so named because they LEAD or STEER a
community towards something, not because they consult everyone and
try to find out which option holds the majority (there is nothing,
of course, wrong with consultation). Believe me when I say that
without leaders with well-formed political beliefs, the government
will simply fall apart (or operate aimlessly). Either way, the
electorate, the people who gave a piece of their power to their
representatives, stands to lose in such a situation. That's what
Tapat is against, that's why we keep advocating PARTY POLITICS
I can go on and on about party politics and its merit but it'll make
this email too long (as if this is not long enough). I will however
give you guys a piece of my mind every now and then (on this issue
To TAPAT ID103…
I suggest you guys try to read up (books, columns, mags) or try to
ask people who know about politics and governance on this issue.
I'm quite confident that by doing so, you guys will realize why we
are so damned passionate about party politics. Hopefully, you'll
even be thankful that there are still groups (student organizations
nonetheless) who advocate such an ideal yet essential notion of
politics and governance.
Chair, Advocacy Arm
Tito Ray if ever you drop by here I'm very sorry that I haven't been sending you e-mails please do not think that I have already forgotten you. I was just busy and I can't even e-mail Elvira. I really hope that I would be able to write you and tell you so many stories soon. God Bless! Animo La Salle!
Elvira To be or not to be that is the question! I hope that you'd be able to make it to College. I'm very excited for you and I know that you will pass whatever test there is to take. Ikaw pa you are the "Walking Library" diba. I sure hope that you didn't turn into a walking post office or a walking mail box. Tired and degraded from work. Well atleast diba you're degraded, which means you are BIODEGRADABLE!!!!!!!!! Remember that when we were sophomores, we were sitting at the canteen and there was this big sign at your back which says, NON- BIODEGRADABLE and I said, "Non- Biodegradable pala si Hiei?!" And you said, "Hindi ako noh! Si Mokuro!" Joke lang yun! Miss na kita and I'll mail you my address. Please tell Tito Ray that I posted something here so that he'd know just in case. Thank you! Beat the exam ok. I would be praying for you! Thank you so much for criticizing my written works. I sure am learning from them. The one entitled "Tomorrow at 5 am" is dedicated solely to you. Did you read it? I also posted it here. I hope that my writing skills are improving all I am not into writing this season. I will try to write more if I can and I'd post it here.
Noey Long time no see. I haven't seen you in a long time. I haven't seen you yet here in the University. Miss na rin kita and I just had a burst of memory and I remembered you. Did you know that you were the one to teach me how to pony tail my hair? We were in second grade then and we were having the Intrams. While we were in the Prep Area I asked you if you could pony my hair and you readily did. So I followed how you did it and got it right. Didn't you notice.... I still wear a pony tail upto now except the time when I cut my hair short. I'm glad to know that some things still last. "I need to be next to you........"
Friday, September 05, 2003
by: Katrina S. Luzon
I sat down at my computer once thinking of what to write in my biography. I scanned my memory mentally outlining and screening what and what not to write. Reminiscing in my chair, I picked out small scenes from my childhood, from pre-school and from High School. Thinking about them made me realize that my life was full of tears and maybe other peoples lives were also filled with the same thing. You may and may not agree with me or should I say you may and may not deny it.
Crying is the most natural thing in the world. Humans were born into this world crying. It's a declaration of life from the moment you come out of darkness to see light. Most of the time crying becomes a person's haven, sanctuary and release from pain. Newborns cry as a sign of their needs-- the need to be fed, to be put to sleep or to be carried into their loving mother's arms. When a five-year old can't get what it wants and turns its mood to a tantrum, it usually is left alone there to cry. For in crying, subconsciously the child realizes that he can't get everything he wants and later on realizes that the world works in this way.
It maybe a common thing for people that when they grow- up they come to know that crying becomes embarrassing. It becomes childish for an adult, especially for men, to cry. For most people, it's a sign of weakness and puerility. It's simply a silly idea to be seen teary-eyed. There are people who find crying as something immature, unusual and funny. They laugh, giggle and make fun of someone they see hollering as if the whole idea of crying is wrong, as if it's not human for a person to cry. Probably denying their inner child, they grew up too much that they forgot a very basic thing in life. They forgot their humanity and became sophisticated. They forgot to let their tears fall down and to be honest to oneself and to other people. They make me wonder if they ever feel or felt anything or if they know how to cry. But we never know and we must understand that their inability to do so is not to be considered strength but weakness instead. It is a weakness trailed with the fear to look absurd in front of everyone and so they hold back their tears. Probably one of the differences between grown-ups and the little ones is that children cry freely and naturally than adults do.
I heard a two-year old kid kicking and screaming at the second aisle of a grocery store. I listen as the child lets out a loud cry releasing all his frustrations at a toy he couldn't make his mother buy and oblivious to other people passing by. I am not saying that one should cry to get what s/he wants. For me, this is what it means to shed tears. This is how crying becomes a sanctuary of crumpled-up feelings of a two-year old and might be the crumpled feelings of another grown-up. The grown-up who might wish he or she can cry and scream as loud as the two-year old just to be out of control, to let go and just to get hold of the child inside who would push the grown-up side away. They might be struggling to get out for a while in a world that is too complicated and judgmental.
Crying is admitting to yourself your weaknesses and in doing so, this becomes your strength. It gives you enough space to empty your heart and brain and to pour out everything that's inside. It exclaims all your agony and sorrow and it loosens the tight ropes of emotions that have been entwined in you for a long time. Crying is a factor that presses on the person to grow and be mature. My life may be filled with tears but I know that I did have the stepping stone or a refuge to this difficult and fast-paced living. Life can be so tough, I can honestly tell and I won't and pretend that it's simple and easy. It's difficult to suppress yourself or coil inside your hiding place. It's hard to live life without crying. Humans aren't humans if they won't shed tears; a reality, believe it or not, in which we find that it is indeed a spontaneity in life.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Tomorrow at 5am
A universal place
where all can accidentally meet
is where time stops
the world freezes
the noise is silenced
by the heart beat of the other
from the other line
from the other side
from another port
of the world
with another scene of life
From the moment that precious words are exchanged
all is in euphoria and in a state of bliss
everything is forgotten from each hand in had eclipse
The spell is broken at the strike of 10pm
Reality comes at us to bite
that we would then have to say good night
Conversations end with the infinite exchange of farewell
and a promise to meet tomorrow at 5am.