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Friday, 26 November 2004
Social Work Stories from the Real World (on a Friday Night)
Mood:  chatty
Topic: New

Only one of my professors had class today so I just decided to spend my afternoon book-hunting inside the library. After some time of exposing myself to radiation (yeah, all those photocopying machines), I decided to head for our organization's hangout. I was fortunate to see more people there (it was more than the usual twos or threes that I often encounter). What surprised me is the arrival of an old fratman friend from my previous department and a friend from fine arts. Like me, both of them are "senior members" of the organization (the truth is, they've been there since I joined the organization way back my freshman year and now I am already on my fourth). Fratguy friend told me that an alumna, a social work graduate, will be coming. He asked if I could join them--they have been planning on going out that night. My reply wasn't certain though; I have a party to go to on Saturday night and staying out late might spoil my chances of getting my dad's permission. But I decided to stick with them for a while anyway.

The rendezvous was at a pathway beside the university main library (I wasn't able to step into the Videoke Bar). We waited for company there with some chatting over some cigarettes (of course, most of you know that I don't smoke). It has been a while since I last met my social worker friend. Immediately after graduating, she became the assistant head social worker in a province just outside the metropolis. I asked her how she was and she did. It was with that conversation that I realized once more how idealism gets pinned down in the real world.

Because of the austerity program of our government, much of the executive branches of government has been dissolved and integrated into our Local Government Units (e.g. municipalities and cities). Examples of these branches are the DOH (Department of Health) and the DSWD (Department of Social Welfare and Development); because of that, much of their work now depends on the local mayors. That is what, at least to her, debilitates their department from fully achieving their goals. She told me an instance when she almost wanted to resign from her post because of an anomaly in the system. I can feel her disappointment upon telling me this story:

Because of "Hoy Gising"--a media program that airs citizen's complains--my friend, along with other people concerned, were supposed to save three minors from prostitution. They had the operation all set: In fact, they were actually able to pull the operation off. But when my friend was about to make a report, her head told her to let things be. The owner of the bar happened to be related (not by blood but by the complex `extended' character of the Filipino family) to both the mayor and her head. Having a proven case at hand, the bar was for closure. Unfortunate twisting (real twisting) of evidence made it appear to "Hoy Gising" and to case reports that no children prostitutes were found. The bar continued to operate (and still is operating). She told me she wanted to resign during that moment, but real world took its toll.

Another instance of an `anomaly' is when their mayor instructed her to arrest a bunch of rugby boys who were minors. Knowing that it is unlawful to do so, she deliberately didn't comply. Almost everybody in the right mind knows that `users' should be helped and `pushers' are the ones who should be punished. Having done that, my social worker friend now worries of the report that she was supposed to submit regarding that case.

On the brighter side, there are NGOs which are far better in helping social welfare and development. A couple of my friends work in Children International (hope I got that right). One serves as a field social worker and the other, a writer. Their agency focuses on investment planning--not on dole out actions that most LGUs do. I am not fully saying that I am fully in favor of NGOs, but their case shows that NGOs really do help. Sometimes sponsors can be so generous to their clients that housing as well as other luxury goods are even provided (they even joke that the clients sometimes become richer than them). On the downside, the clients there are not the lowest of low (at least not everybody). My friend told me that the poor lost their trust on other agencies so most of their clients were a notch higher. I just hope that programs like that--especially investment planning ones--will continue to thrive and cover almost everybody here in the Philippines.

Stories from the real world make me think that it is worthwhile to be ideal at least inside the university. At least when reality begins to bite, it will bite on to something before everything gets consumed.


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Thursday, 25 November 2004
My Foul Mouth: @#$%$%%$ !!!
Mood:  happy

I won't be going out today even for classes. The metro is half immobilized because of the transport strike. I am not blaming them for not being able to attend to my class. They are actually in for a good cause--to scrap deregulation of oil in the country. Apparently, this oil deregulation--which aim is for oil prices to be subject to the forces of supply and demand (supposedly good)--has not been working for the benefit of the majority. Sometimes, capitalism (especially neoliberalism) can be such a pain in the *ss.

So much for reform, I go for revolution: one not of force and fear, but a good one.

I am supposed to go to the library today to get some books. (bullcrap!) Internet connection is not working today. (d*mn!)

On the brighter side, I am still too happy to let these things get into my nerves. Thanks to yesterday.


posted by groupblog at 12:00 PM WST
Updated: Thursday, 25 November 2004 5:50 PM WST
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Wednesday, 24 November 2004

It is sometimes weird how one's beliefs (in this case, my beliefs about the meaning of dreams) change your behavior. I had a dream last night that all my teeth fell off (just like beads being poured off the table). For some, you might have encountered the superstition associated with this dream. I actually felt bad upon waking up. Admittedly, I can say that I was scared. What was worse was that most of my relatives are in my dream (with vivid recollection unlike most).

*to be continued...*

I went to one of our college's faculty colloquia. Once more, I have seen how life as an academician goes. Two of my professors were there to discuss "Religion in the Box". (Like them, I am proud to say that their research work had been showcased in another country.) Contrary to popular belief that the mass media (particularly television) has made people part from religion, television in the Philippines actually--according to their research--has helped reinforce existing religions around.

After that, I had lunch with Kay and my sister. We went on to update each other and joke around on lots of things (thanks to my ever bubbly sister). After ordering some pizza and bottomless drinks, we started stuffing ourselves continuously. One of us was so stuffed that she even had to rest before standing up (you know who you are *wink wink*). I had a great time. I just hope that we won't be too busy next time we plan on going out again.

*...continuation*

My (only) sister had to stay in the university late so (because of my dream) I decided to wait for her. I was not just an ordinary wait. I was bound for home after our lunch (that was, 2:30-ish), but I decided to wait for her until 9pm. The weather was awfully bad that time. It was both hot and humid so I decided to sleep for while inside our organization's hangout. Later in the afternoon, three alumnae came. Two of them are working as part of ABS-CBN's creative group--they actually are working on new program concepts for the network. After some chat they left; found my way to the library afterwards.


posted by groupblog at 12:01 AM WST
Updated: Thursday, 25 November 2004 12:10 PM WST
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Tuesday, 23 November 2004
Lazy Greedy arcangel
Mood:  lazy

*greedily munching a chocolate bar*

I had a really exhausting day. I was so weary that I completely forgot that we have a general meeting in UP Haring Ibon (so much for being a responsible publicity director). Actually, had some moments to unwind with some classmates from my communication research subject. Two new people were added to the bunch (aside from the two guys whose photo was previously posted on my blog). We had a quick snack, with some picture taking and some self-disclosure which--according to Ronald Adler--is a way of creating intimacy. (Talk about learning from my communication professors!)

I wonder what will happen on the transport strike on Friday. (According to Claire de la Fuente, the president of the union of bus operators, "transport holiday" is the more appropriate term.) Will the city be really immobilized? Hmmm...


posted by groupblog at 10:22 PM WST
Updated: Thursday, 25 November 2004 5:42 PM WST
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Monday, 22 November 2004

Mood:  lazy

I'm too exhausted right now. It was all too much in a day.

I went to the Plaridel Lecture this morning at Cine Adarna in UP Film Center this morning.

Had my first day of BC 100 class under Atty. Avecilla. There, I was given a new nick--"Kumander Stan". I am now stereotyped in my class as communist (along with two other classmates), though Marxist should be the more appropriate term. Having known some Marxists, I don't even think I deserve to be called one. I am not saying that I dislike being identified with them; it's just that I have seen people more faithful to Marx's doctrine.

I also got the chance to attend a meeting about the recent Hacienda Luisita issue. After hearing witness accounts on the matter, it made me doubt some of the news articles that said that the killings were all because self defense (on the police's part). It was an example of social injustice (yeah, a pretty heavy term... but I know that it's one). First, circumstances drove them to doing that. Had the people concerned (the panginoong maylupa) listened, things might not have gone that bad (and that far). I wish some people would just choose to be less profit driven and be more concerned with other people's welfare.

Justice for the Hacienda Luisita massacre victims.

posted by groupblog at 12:01 AM WST
Updated: Tuesday, 23 November 2004 10:37 PM WST
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Sunday, 21 November 2004
Ang Ospital
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: Spill

Since I was a kid, I never really liked hospitals. Probably it is because I was never allowed to get inside one (at least for the first few years that I can remember). I associated it with everything that is negative: the distinct hospital scent, the idea of being sick and even death. And just two nights ago, a friend of mine (a very good one) was rushed to one.

I was too tired to go out last Friday night with our barkada so I bailed out. It was during the evening when a friend texted me that something terrible happened. One of our friends had seizures--serious ones. At first, I thought that he was just bluffing until the second message came. He said our friend's mouth was frothing (when my friend got better, somebody cracked the joke that it was like Linda Blair's) which made me jump off to bed and call them up. I knew it was something really serious--things involving seizures and frothing of the mouth (at least to my knowledge) shows that either he is an epileptic or he was poisoned (though I am not so sure how these thoughts came to me that fast). One friend asked me to search for his number. Unfortunately, the only number that appears in the directories and in my phone book is his personal number so I was not able to help them that much. Being far from where they are made me feel really uneasy. I was seriously worried about my friend's condition. I didn't like the idea that one of my closest friends is sick. It's a good thing that the rest of the gang was there to help. But the worrying didn't stop there.

We went to visit him the next day. I still didn't like the fact that I was in a hospital (despite the fact that Medical City seemed to be less like one). We headed for the ICU and there he was: awake and healthier (at least from the last state he was on). He said he was feeling a lot better; one friend (his best one) even cracked jokes about what happened. All felt light and good, but we were still inside the hospital (and there's nothing good "good" in that). For me, it ain't over `til it's over. I'm still worried about my friend's condition. A brain infection is not something that you encounter everyday. I just want him to be ok as soon as possible.

It is actually in a time like this when you are reminded how you value a person (in this case, a friend) that much.

Get well soon, bro.


posted by groupblog at 12:17 PM WST
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Saturday, 20 November 2004

Mood:  blue
Topic: emergency

One of my friends had seizures last night. He is at Medical City right now. Hope he's already ok. Wasn't able to sleep last night (almost). I'm dead worried.

*sigh*


posted by groupblog at 9:00 AM WST
Updated: Tuesday, 23 November 2004 10:41 PM WST
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Friday, 19 November 2004
Only in the (University of) the Philippines
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Spill

Friday afternoons are supposedly my `worthwhile afternoons'. On my weekly game plan, it's supposed to precede Friday (or Saturday) night outs (if there are any). During these times, I plan on doing something that I find worthwhile: catching up with good friends; doing some research work or just wasting my time on something new.

After spending time wondering where those missing library books have gone (been doing that a lot lately), I decided to attend the College Assembly at the college of Mass Communication auditorium. After hearing lots of clich?s (well, some of them really make sense... I just wonder why most students are letting them be), I decided to write my piece about the issue here (been actually planning on doing that way before but I just didn't know how to start).

But I am too tired to do anything right now. I guess I have to pass.

Like what most people say: it's the thought that counts anyway.


posted by groupblog at 7:34 PM WST
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Gloss and Quantumflame
Mood:  energetic
Topic: New

Time: 12:34am

Just got home from a fashion show by UP SAMASKOM--a student organization under the College of Mass Communication. I was invited by a good friend, whose designs happened to be one of the fashion show's features. (I finished all my research and reading materials early for this to fit my schedule.) It was my first time to be in an event of that kind. For the longest time, I lived my life away from the seemingly `posh' subculture that these people have.

I came there all by myself. On the entrance, there were two equally pretty girls (one of which is an acquaintance and the other my good friend/classmate last semester) who, at that moment, were in-charge of the tickets and the reception. Since I knew nobody there (I may be sociable in the university but not in places like this), I decided to stick with them (though I felt that I wasn't helping them face the incoming guests). After a bottle of mineral water (which I have to say is sort of expensive) a couple of rest room breaks and several hours of waiting, I decided to see what's going on inside. It was there that I realized that I am not used to being alone: I felt really awkward to get near the crowd. Probably it was because I was alone. I didn't know where to go in the first place so I sat away from them until I saw an acquaintance. He was with a friend (who looked really familiar). After saying our hellos, he introduced me to his friend. It was after hearing his friend's name that I realized that my suspicion was right. He is actually good chat mate from long ago. I was really surprised.

The night went on as it should (though I have to say that the fashion show started a bit late). I was amused to see some pretty models (one of which is a friend) and their cool clothes. I never thought that making clothes can be such an art (great ones, I mean). But the stunner was "Kikiam Defensor" with her cool attitude and personality that complements the clothes that my friend made. It was all good (meaning there are also some episodes which are good for laughs, but not boisterous ones). Got the chance to meet some new people there (hope I can remember that much). After the show, I went backstage to greet everybody (at least to those that I have the courage to approach at) for a job well done.

I am beginning to enjoy my new college. I am looking forward to more days like this (without the Cinderella curfew, of course). Anyways, I have always been an obsessive-compulsive about my schedule so time management won't be a problem. It really has to do with loving what you are doing. I guess I am now where I truly belong.

I just want to thank my good friend for the invitation and the chance.

It's just sad that sleeping beauty wasn't there.


posted by groupblog at 1:25 AM WST
Updated: Friday, 19 November 2004 7:31 PM WST
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Tuesday, 16 November 2004
Stress and Money Problems
Mood:  irritated

Just until a while ago, I was trying to save up money for this week. That was a while ago. I had to spend a great deal of my weekly allowance for the piles of reading material that I had to get for my subjects. Most prices have risen including food and fare but my allowance hasn't. In fact, my allowance when I was a freshman was even a bit higher. Thanks to my ever suspicious dad (who does not believe that it is actually possible to stay out late in the university without spending lots of money); he has decreased my allowance to an amount analogous to the minimum wage of our laborers. That is, literally the exact amount for me to survive a day in UP. Did I mention exact? By the way, I forgot to say that eating lavishly can cause deficit. No bluffin'. We are not rich.

Just when I thought that everything will be ok (I will manage, like always), a gush of bad news welcomed me the moment I got home. I actually was too tired to comprehend but I had to. Especially in a unique family setup like ours, it has become the responsibility (or should I say burden) for us (me and my siblings) to become the communication pathway between our mom and dad. We serve as telephone operators because for no apparent reason, they like that over directly taking to each other (most of the time). This means we had to deal with the stress of hearing all our household problems (usually involving money matters). It also means that we had to be like diplomats in bearing with their "angry voices" that are supposedly addressed to one another (and not to us). Not that it happens always, but to say that it happens rarely is to indulge in fantasy.

Sometimes, I wish that I could just ignore it, but I can't. There are times I wish that these money problems were detached from my academic life, but they aren't. I have bigger plans in mind--to do more extensive research papers, high quality presentations, more experience and input from the outside world--but all of them limited by the lack of financial resources. Then he tells me "bakit kailangan mong maghanap ng trabaho? kung gusto mo lang yan wag mo!" Or "puro pa-photocopy ng adverb, adjective at kung anu-ano pa!!!" He would even seemingly doubt us whenever we ask him in cases we run out of money because of paying for school-related stuff. For goodness' sake, the money he gives us is just enough... any extra expense would cause deficit.

Though he is not aware that I am, I know that my dad thinks that I complain a lot. But the truth is, despite my complaints, I have complied most of the time. I may sound really selfish but I think the stresses should not be put on us. He always tells us that `it is his way or the highway'; that he is the provider and thus the one who has all the decisions. Isn't that power the reward for being the provider? If so, doesn't sharing with the burden (of money matters in our household) with us (in a way) make him less (take note: LESS and not NOT) righteous over that power?

But things are not all that bad. Though lacking in some aspects, much of our life here, if not slightly lavish, is quite ok. Water is abundant (we seldom run out of water). My sister doesn't even want to live in a dorm because she loves her air-conditioned room a lot. Costs for my internet time are paid for as well as our cable TV subscription. Our electricity bills have gone extremely high and we still get to eat three times a day. These things sometimes remind me that I often take some things for granted. But again, the issue here is not about the money--it is more about the way my dad handles things in our household. Sometimes I wish he'd let us be (at least in deciding for ourselves). Or better yet, try to understand how things have been for us. He has the audacity to use our responsibilities to the family against us when he can't even fulfill his role at least in a way that he has been clinging on to.

Right now, because of a fight with my mom, he's been threatening (us or my mom?) that he won't be giving us our allowance for the week after next week. A few moments ago, they were scolding at each other over the phone (which seldom happens because we usually get to hear the scolding for us to transmit later on). At this very moment, my brother (who was the unfortunate one who got caught in the middle), is complaining about our present situation. *sigh*

I should have taken the full-time job at People Support. *sigh* *sigh*


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