This is my expression and experience of working and staying at the University of the Philippines , a lot of hopes ,challenges , visions and wishes.
I was on boarded at the bus routed to Manila, it was a terrific vacations which missed me up as I was leaving our home. The freshness of an aircon scent all my cheek , I was setting and holding down my baggage annex to my seat, then the light was turn off,yet a lot of street lights flashed those views on the road. As the bus trip started so fast , by this time ,I was setting comfortably on the alley .It was not a peak season sometimes, so I have more seats locations to choose of : the first set ,at the middle or at the back and etc. Actually I was looking to some passengers to guess if I knew them so well, they might be elsewhere inside,perhaps they were my students,my friends or co workers before and could probably greet them.
As the trip continued , my drowsiness against my attentions to the passing by sceneries were both catching my consciousness. Oh, How was my Madoy and Padoy right now,and Ate , not so surprised, they could missed me too ,to think they had fetch me to the terminal, one mineral water, one chocolate and a hug with blessing .They would have had realized that man is no longer a boy and the man was getting an old bachelor already (huh!)-think about that. I will always miss my family,well, there would always be a holiday spend another vacations.
And at the middle of the journey, with almost five hours lapsed ,at this moment , passengers relaxed for a stop-over in a nearby bus terminal station . Someone had taken their suffer , other took their snacks few had soaked coffee and mine - a choco .I then took a set from an isolated place , but was assuring myself to peer passenger going and leaving on their post otherwise I'll be left and would missed the journey. And my mind kept reminiscing : so many thoughts and suppositions as it mirrors my memories....." how if I did not took time by ventures or by chances?" would it had a chance to some changes , as is or as it would never ever be the same .Yet who knew neither was I? There would be a lot of expected options: teaching for last public or private universities ,job contract and freelance collocations( programmer, design engineering,entrepreneur ) and etc .Well, aiming to live a life of good opportune,disposition and luck to enhance career, possible only if my networked influence be established. I knocked this out not to the woods. Murmuring past ; the class rooms, the students (inspired them through them) ,the extra job contracts the time pressure and gatherings ,oh yes ! Christmas faculty parties, "where and what place these dudes came and gone?" and good to hear that the rest buddies preferred to stay though. After all, still the money in my packet ain't sufficient "got no more penny for my "e-hobby",and obliged myself to kill time around the clock as every hour turned everyday because I was galloping the city -everywhere an offer to press keyboards and turn it into cash "you know what I mean!" After sometimes when electrified works ceased -it must have an outlet. The " sunog baga " was then on a rescue , and the brigadier commandos of "parekoy " were going to recruit you with these particular announcements: 1)" Sir luwas na sa lungga mo ta madarayo kita Basket Ball sa RJ village",2)" Sir contribute ka daa b-day ni Xmen" ,3)"Sir , Luwas na ta mabakal kita sugok , ma luto goto sa Clubhouse,madya na" and etc. Although of these different weird dimensions ,I had felt that my being was at a certain ease . Those were built by channels (works ,freelance ,profession),base (Family) and outlets(friends) -my first home ever.
I was awaken when the bus blown its horn ,it sounds out loud ! ,not knowing that my choco had still a remainder to pour it.So I returned back to my seat whispering and my mind wandering again.
...pasalubong
"Noy kung mapabakal kang pasalubong ,barato na baga ang badi sa saud" Yes that is Madoy! My mother had always been reminding me of one thing, it was a pasalubong. Never ever did my Madoy forget that -pasalubong , she tought us to share and care for people whom we (her children) are mingling with everyday, and these are my office mates , friends and circle in the campus. A sort of dried fish,dried vegetables ,"pili nut " and "sari sari", and these were all packed in my baggage ,yet my mother managed it all. I could still remember funny stories during one of my journey . This story happened in the bus, my star apple "kaimito" was then packed and kept inside the cellophane . Since I was very tired ,and couldn't avoid sleeping ,as the bus waggle side to side the fruit's bag was ripped out , so the star apple fell open, and it seemed a rolling ball on the alley of every passengers' sets-the fruits rolled back and forth ,over and aover again. I heard somebody were laughing "Hahaha -kanino to? Akin na lang ito!" while other passengers wanted to hold it back , yet they were looking to an owners ,to whom the "kaimito " should be returned. Bu I was so unconsious then no idea of what was happening-it was good to sleep well,huh! "Oh masarap naman pala , bili na lang namin to! ", and the other guys ate the fruits already . when I was awaken ,upon noticing that only the bag left ,and kept searching on my set's surroundings ,alas, they've realized I was the owner .I was a little bit shy so to compensate that incident " Ok , pwede man namitan nindo ok lang" and they helped me picked each , and give the passengers a sample taste of my pasablubong. So that day I entered the office , they were asking " Asan na yung kaimito? Sabi mo madami eh heheh" and I'd told them the rest of the story " hahaha kawawa kami,bigay ka na lang namin ng bag sa sunod" . All throughout the years, as far as I am on my way home for vacations -there is an inevitable promised of "pasalubong".
...para kay Oble
I could still remember an excerpt from the message of one of the presidentiable candidates of the university ( this was what her thought about...). One of her sentiments addressed to the long lasting residents of the university,she said that students , scholars when their years are done ,what only remain in the campus is a group of people who maintain a home to the university. They are the vendors along side, janitors, admin, staffs and the faculties who who have stayed for a long long years inside the community. Of course I had never dealt with the students here, since I've engaged more or mingling with the non academic /teaching sectors- a community where I belong .
why I am here
And sometimes I am always asking myself, if my times really ended inside this institutions? Actually its a question that pertains not to any reproach of whatever works I was having here but somewhat talking to the contentment in life-professionally.Is this really a destination a terminal a dead end or somewhere to settle?
the adventure
...ito and Piyups
In fact, I had met
an awkward lad and was really surprised when he told me he was just
turning 15 years of age and yet we then had an interesting old ages
discussion-. No wonder this is the community I am living in ;full of
gifted and geniuses and are folks who are good to converse with.There is
no questions about intelligence but the big expectations are the
outputs.Personally I would prefer solutions of whatever dispositions
than to march on the road for a demonstrations for it dignified politics
rather than science.Who are the governments anyway?Or we just need a
moment to be awaken because our time had been the whistle blower of
what kind of democracy we are having today .The leverage to learn from
history and the struggle that continued over and over again until now.
the past
at present
the wishes of the future
I am proud
During hectic hours that I am spending time inside the lab,it could be unhealthy avoiding exercise once or trice a week.I have this program of mine; either jogging , sprinting or walking along the oval circuits or choosing different tracks which are more wider and requires me a lot of stamina and endurance. While I could maneuver my chest up and still feeling ok, its good to have running side to side wih folks all around the oval.You'll meet an old,young las & lad,families ,friends , celebrities and also political figures. Bytheway let me include "Zorro"as an identity well known to all joggers aficionados here in the campus-if you are not familiar to this star/trademark maybe it is your first time to do jogging here. Different faces ,emotions ,excitement and intentions yet they are all having a timely exercise same as what I would be doing.My cardio would determine how long should my routine is being repeated ,if I feel lacks of air and sugar no more-so that ends the race .Before going home, I preferred walking more slowly to refrain and retard pains in my very tired legs and chest and eventually thereafter would go to the canteen o search hobby foods.Vendors are lined into side walks offering , drinks , "puto", "lugaw" and "sopas" and that almost suficed eating breakfast.As leaving along the oval after eating , I realized a little bit of appreciations , just whispering myself underneath the trees covering the entire oval-how (residing in the campus) fortunate we are to leave a healthy life everyday for nowhere we could find a habitat like this located in the urbanized Metro-that makes me proud of.
my plan
Sometimes my fellow workers in the Department (I had assigned in 3 departments) would tell us their stories , their long stay in the campus ,their recruitment and their longevity of residence inside the campus.Some of my office mates once told me "
Dito na kami lumaki , mga parents namin dito na sila nag trabaho-galing sila Ilo-ilo, halos wala pa kabahay bahay dito" .The other one I heard said "
Noon kasi ayaw pa namin mag trabaho dito eh baba ng sahod uno-sinkwenta 1.50 pesos , kaya buti sa labas na lang wag sa campus" and some I heard said "
Disi-otso pa lang kami nun nahila na kami mag trabaho dito , taga punch nga cami nun ng card ,Oo computer program yun ;dito pa sa Computer Center ang mga main frame ..pero ok na rin kasi dami raket namin noon -overtime pa nga eh.. , eh ngayun sinkwenta-e sinko na kami , biruin mo yun" yeah... really they are the genuine tenant of this Insititutions-UP Diliman.Actually , in my own opinion its a better gain of knowledge witnessing the history and events by talking those here who had a real experience of what happen in the past time of how this institutions involves in the history of the country. "
Naku si Nor Missuari , kapit bahay namin yan dito nga yan nag iistambay eh" , "e
h si Marcos nakapulong namin yan eh iho, nag suggest pa nga ako " your excelency Mr. President , tuwa sya , biruin mo yun" and those are thier prides to note they are seemed a part of the history ."
Ay oo naku! ala noong pasok yang building na yan ginawang kuta yan ng aktivista eh dami military , barilan sila dun nag takbuhan din kami ala mo na baka madamay , eh kung tamaan rin hehehe-kawawa yung ibang studyante".There a lot of stories the folks are able to share more detail thatn waht was wiritten iin aparticular books .
till retirement
my prayer
Most of the time I am whispering , wishing that I would face a meaningful venture of life inside the campus.Hope I could last my career to R&D (Research and Development) and able to contribute at any cost with my luck and perseverance,but it seemed I had just only few steps down the road or a track which some ended up with no name was never been heard , or made a full commitment as a workers and had an unsung recognitions or time just covered them anonymously.As I always observing the oblations,I knew its stands and the people behind this monument, they got a lot of choice ,a lot of cries and a more sympathetic event that turns out history-history for everybody in and out the bailiwick scenery which raise up of this oblation- a revelation of intellectual freedom.All might be my desire dream,but a prayer I am contemplative always would be to get me involved and marked the change of its course toward the archipelago enrichment and pacification either by will, by thoughts ,by vision though unheard to every body my prayer is that this monument will give this land a humane know to integrity and dignified freedom .
review with one thoughts
thank you.
