Happy New Year! (Looking back…)

Looking back on my 2012 and this month… woah… not much of a looker actually.

Last year was the my “the year of great depression”

Everything I touch — well, dies.

Well, let’s start with my January last year.

January — I unexpectedly had a job — which was good at first and all but it took a lot of time for me. My sleeping time, my studying time — a lot… but I managed to get through that. It was a tough adjustment on my part during my trainee days because I had a night shift and an early schedule at school and don’t get me started about the transportation! Ugh!

February– February 14, 2012 — I officially finished my training and was a probationary employee. Well that day I got my pay so no worries there. I still have troubles with my exams coming up then but I managed to study — I think.

March — Ah! Here we are! March! My most hated month of last year! Why? This is the month when I decided to live outside the comfort of my home in Tondo and live nearer in my workplace and school… This was also the month that my good professor in one Human Behavior and Organization failed me in her subject. The month when I literally kneeled in front of the desk of my professor, cried, begged for a second chance, asked for a recount of grades — name it! I’ve done it!

April — No pressure coming from my classmates who’ve learned that I’ve failed (they just endlessly text me that it’s gonna be fine, not my fault or sometimes I hope it really wasn’t intentional, they send me messages asking about graduation stuff which I didn’t actually notice at the time) It was also the month when I tirelessly fought for our class (my second take of the HBO subject) to not be dissolved. A professor I know told me that if I pass that I could still join the May graduation (with my luck? of course, it didn’t happen)

May — Ah! Another one of my most hated month! You see, when I was a kid, I was diagnosed with a disease of the heart that made me take injections every month for 5 years. It was awfully painful actually (though I didn’t voice that out) My nurses kept commending me that I was a brave kid cos even with people twice my age have cried because of that injection. And when they ask me to rate how it hurts, they say I always call 9 an 8 or lower, it’s just that, I don’t think it’s a 9 yet.

And now here it is! A whooping 9! (I’m saving my 10)

Even when I fought physical fights in school — that didn’t make me cry or in this case suicidal. But May? Yes, it did. The day my classmates sent me unending messages on our graduation day that I tried soooooooooo hard to forget! I just got the news that our class was dissolved that morning and in the afternoon, I was barraged with messages of congratulations. I just… died.

That month, I held a pocket knife and was really ready to die — I was thinking, I’d just stab myself continuously until something happens like loose my blood and die (I’m thinking that’d be very painful, I’m sooooo glad I didn’t do it.) As I held the knife and wailed, I called my eldest sister, she’s the most religious in the family so I’m thinking I need that at the moment but when she passed the phone to my dad I really … sorry, just reminiscing about it makes me cry. But I survived that.

June — I enrolled for the subject again and was given the hope of graduating for mid year (October)… I held on to that idea.

July — my birth month? Nothing happened. Oh wait! It was the month that I was working on my birth day and my team mates surprised me with sticky notes all over my computer greeting me (well, it was their fault that I’m working that day) Also, the friday 13th of that month, my team mates and I went to the beach but before we got there we really really had some bad luck. It rained heavily, we were divided, when we got reunited again we fought the driver but it was fun.

August and September? They just passed. Nothing bad. Nothing good. Nothing.

October — Guess what! I passed my subject with flying colors! I went to the beach and watched a concert. Huzzah! but in the days that those didn’t happen — I was miserable, why? Go ask my stupid friend!

November — processing of documents for graduation. I had to beg for an extension. I had to kneel again for chances. Well, I thought, not much to lose now so… yeah.

December — Guess what! I didn’t graduate! After talking to every god damn professor and admin! After missing work! After losing a lot of time and effort! In the end? I didn’t graduate! “Next year probably” the lady told me. I was wronged by a creepy dude that I soooooooooo want to forget but can’t.

….

Yeah. My 2012 wasn’t  a looker when I look back. I didn’t finish any blog that I promised to finish. Actually, anything I said I’d do, I haven’t finished. The only good thing that happened last year was that I learned a lot.

First, is that your family, your friends will never leave you. They’ll stick to you like glue and ask you to keep retelling the “awful” part of the stories. Well, eventually, the load will lighten but during the “conversations” I hurt them a lot with my every “truth” . I would apologise to them if they’d take it. But I doubt any of them would need that from me so a Thank you… for everything should replace that apology. :)

Second, I have myself. There are truths that would die with me. Problems that I can’t bother anyone about. I am the only person who can pull myself together. Who can put my pieces back together. My friends and family are there only to help me pick up the pieces but only I know where the pieces should be.

Third, in the face of poverty, everyone and everything is fair game.

But Welcome 2013~ January, well, I’m hoping for the best this year.

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[From the web] Edeliza P. Hernandez: Ten Portraits against Torture and Impunity -OMCT

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Edeliza P. Hernandez: Ten Portraits against Torture and Impunity

I am Ms. Maria Natividad Hernandez (also fondly called my colleagues and friends “Edeliza”), a health professional and a human rights defender. I am the Executive Director of the Medical Action Group (MAG) http://magph.org/ since 2001 and a Council member of the International Rehabilitation Council for Torture Victims for the term 2012-2015.

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This, everyone, is my mom. Although I am mostly ashamed when I get introduced as her daughter to her colleagues. I am not ashamed of them knowing that I'm her kid but I am ashamed of them knowing that I'm her kid. Confused you didn't I? It's like this, my mom, well, she's really excellent in her craft. A perfectionist, an idealist, a realist-optimist kind of person -- sometimes, words fail me in describing her (it's true! when people ask me to describe my mom, i stop and think first of what better word to use -- most words, I think is an understatement) Well, you can say that I'm saying too much or I'm boasting about my mom -- but yeah, that's probably right. She's my mom, what can I do. Yeah, my parents might have missed a time or two in me and my sisters life -- but we understood them. Not just because they apologized but it's because this is what's important to them as well. They fight for us, not just for the people they helped. ... Whenever I go to a Human Rights assembly for example, everyone would refer to me as "Edel's daughter" or "Philip's daughter" -- what could have made me prouder? When I hear people talking about my parents, good or bad, I glow with pride. ... I love my parents and I've understood since a long time that this is their job and they're not just in this for money. They do their job filled with love in everything they touch and that they're doing this not just for some but for everyone -- even for those who do not deserve it. ... Last. Although I'm my parent's daughter, I am ashamed to say that I didn't inherit any of their good points or traits. It feels like I'm a different person altogether. my sisters got some and I don't think I got any. And that's why I'm ashamed to say that I'm their daughter, because people might misunderstood them -- but that's not the case! It's just that, I'm different. I'm not my parents -- and right now, I'm not nearly as good as them but everyday, I try to get a few tricks from them and actually learn about life and everything that matters. My dream is to actually make my parents say -- in time, "That Karol, is my daughter."
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[From the web] Edeliza P. Hernandez: Ten Portraits against Torture and Impunity -OMCT

I have to introduce everyone to… my mom. :)

[From the web] Edeliza P. Hernandez: Ten Portraits against Torture and Impunity -OMCT.

 

 

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I’m loving this read #RememberML@40

Day 68 –> 20 Me!

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Let me share this another article to you entitled:

Sa kabataang di nakatikim ng Martial Law (at naligtas sa pangulong napasarap ng upo)

by BENJAMIN PIMENTEL 

(Translation: To the youth who didn’t went through Martial Law (and was saved from a president who got comfortable in his position) *please ignore my ignorance in translation)

I hope you, my dear reader, can understand our language, cos if you do, this article will enlighten you!

No kidding!

I don’t know why but his strong words got to me.

He started with the words:

Noong mga araw na iyon, ang presidente parang hari.

(During that time, a president is like a king)

Hindi lang sinusunod, sinasamba. Hindi lang kinakampihan, kinatatakutan.

(Not just followed, worshiped. Not just sided, redoubted)

….

Like a story. Like a very truthful story. It made me want to read more.

So I did.

I learned that he ruled for 21 years — more than one of the most HATED and Rallied ex president of MY GENERATION, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo who only ruled for 9 years — like a cat’s life.

I learned that in his time, leaders such as Ninoy Aquino and Pepe Diokno were lucky that the world knew they were taken as captive by the government because they went AGAINST the government. But the real tragedy happened to those whom the media failed to mention.

The unnamed, unsung and unknown heroes — or so they were called today.

they were tortured — in unthinkable and demonic ways possible, electricution is one. I couldn’t imagine walking in the streets saying something that is “wrong” and being electrecuted for it. There is no such thing as freedom of expression.

Truth be told, this article had as much pros and antis. they confuse me again, but this time, my choice is to believe the author.

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It’s like this #RememberML@40

day 68 –> 20 Me!

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I’m going to share this to you.

(by Manix Abrera)_

This is EXACTLY how we see it.

You remember stories and — we don’t get it.

 

You say, “Never again to Martial Law” and we’re like, “oh my God! Check out my crush’s facebook status!!! It changed from in a relationship to SINGLE!!! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!!” — we don’t know which one’s more important.

Social Life or Social Life!

Social Life and Social Life are two different social life of course.

One involves everyone and the other one is personal.

Heck! you can ask a Filipino youth as to what “subversive” meant and s/he’ll either give you a dictionary referenced version or refer you to Google — I’d go for Google.

 

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I was lucky enough to understand why a song when it said , “Hindi pula’t dilaw tunay na magkalaban”(Red and Yellow aren’t the real enemies) without literally thinking of colors.

I’d bet, 90 % of youth today didn’t get that but just sang the song anyway cos it’s popular.

“The figurative meaning yields more to the word “pyramid.” It refers to the eternal pyramid where the many poor people form the base and the few rich people are kept on top of the society. It tells how the wealthy and influential have their unfair advantage over the needy and impoverished. And the song calls for someone to reverse the pyramid and place the poor on top.”

Read more: What is the meaning of the song tatsulok? | Answerbag http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/2026702#ixzz270fGpEL2

 

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Here’s the video of it.

Tatsulok
by bamboo

Boy, make it fast, run faster

avoid all the bombs aimed at your head

boy jump, duck (dumapa is more like lying down on your belly but the song is more like military terms) if necessary

you might be hit by stray bullets

boy, listen, don’t stay out late

you might be mistaken for something else and you’ll stay in a corner (somehow implies you’ll be beaten up)

boy do you know the root of it all and where it will end

this never ending chaos?

[Refrain]

Red and yellow aren’t the ones who really are fighting

The color and brand isn’t the reason

As long as there are people who are drowning in poverty

Justice is only for the rich

[Chorus]

As long as there’s a triangle and they’re the ones on top

This chaos won’t stop

Save the breaths of a lot of people

The small fields before are cemeteries now

boy, move, and invert the triangle

Like the poor, you put them on top

[repeat Refrain and Chorus]

[repeat Refrain and Chorus]

[repeat Chorus]

This chaos won’t stop.

(translator apologizes for the bad translation — even if it’s good. Not me by the way, I just took this from a forum… but it’s pretty much right)

 

 

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