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Dugong Bughaw

by Milan

People’s love life or the lack of it is always a topic between other people whether they are engaged in an activity or when they have nothing to do. You can’t help but discuss or at least be up to date with the juicy items that are happening to people around you.

There’s a text message which reflected what people are thinking when they see a couple together. If the guy is good-looking and the girl is not, it means true love. If the girl is pretty and the guy is not, then the guy must have a great sense of humor or he must be a very persistent suitor. If both are good-looking, it’s a match made in heaven. If otherwise, then they must have had no choice. This may sound harsh and judgmental. Yet, it is the general opinion of people. I bet my enemy’s life you never imagined a future partner to be ugly. Nobody wants a partner whose face value is—er–below par.

How a potential partner looks is always an issue to the younger people. How many times have you asked someone about his/her partner if he/she is good-looking and the reply is, “He/She is nice” after hesitating for a moment. Some answer indignantly that it’s the personality that’s important. Well yes, it’s true. After all, looks are just temporary but personality lasts forever. Cliché, huh? Nevertheless it’s funny the way things are happening today. When anyone quotes a line from The Little Prince which goes “what is essential is invisible to the eye”, another person will add, “Yan ang motto ng mga pangit”. It may be comical, but it’s also mean. People are always talking about other people’s love life that the subjects concerned sometimes become too ashamed to pursue their heart’s desire for fear of criticisms.

Last semester, a friend of mine denied she has feelings for this guy. She tells us there is no way she would ever go out with him. All the while, she tells him that she loves him, too! Her other close friend always trashes the guy and discourages her. Little did that friend know that her words stung. Because of that, my friend just couldn’t admit she was in love with someone unattractive for fear that her other close friend would not talk to her. It’s better to be single than be with an unattractive boyfriend.

I used to be that way until something happened one night which I laughingly refer to as “Saturday Night Fever”. I went out with a really close friend recently. Let’s just say he’s not your dream guy: the tall and handsome guy whom you’ve always dreamed of sweeping you off your feet. Anyway, this guy has lots of female friends because of his outgoing personality and great sense of humor. So he asked me to go see a movie with him. I agreed thinking it would be great to hang out with a good friend. Much to my surprise, he got us pizza, paid for the movie (premiere!) and the cab home. He would have paid for the drinks, too if I hadn’t insisted to pay for them. Then I realized this is a date! He held my hand throughout the movie and kissed it, too. You don’t do that to a friend. He was so sweet and so funny that I realized I like-liked him. I had no thought of what others would say. I didn’t feel for him before, but when I had him, I knew I wanted to keep him. Sappy, huh? And after one date, too!

What I’m trying to comprehend is why I was willing to eat my words after one date with a guy I always saw as a friend. The truth is looks can be real petty when the heart is at stake. And listening to the negative remarks of others would get you nowhere. I say only the opinions of true friends matter. And true friends would support you with your nice boyfriend knowing that guy makes you happy. Besides, you’re the one who has to deal, hang-out, eat, dance, sing, text, call, and all other stuff couples do, not your friends. Now I don’t know if that guy friend I dated and I have a future. But it was one date that taught me the lesson to never ever say things that might compromise me in the future and that there are more important things to consider other than looks. I haven’t talked to him about that night or anything and I doubt I ever will. Let the future take care of itself. But one thing’s for sure. If he asks me out again, there is only one possible answer.

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My First 100 Days in UP

by Kristo Rey Quinon

I was scared.  I was totally afraid of UP before entering its doors.  I had my own expectations of becoming aloof.  The idea of becoming lost in such a big university haunted my thoughts during my summer days.  I thought that I would have a very hard time adapting to its customs.  Since UP has always been known a prestigious university, the idea of not being able to cope up never eluded my mind.  I wasn’t conditioned to survive the so called struggles of every UP student.  I thought that I would be alone and weak in UP.

I wasn’t prepared to enter UP because I thought that I was still in the growing process during that time.  I felt that I still wasn’t mature enough to enter UP.  I was full of fears and doubts.  I was anxious and afraid.  Who wouldn’t be?

UP is one wild jungle and if you keep your guard down you might end up being eaten alive by the wild animals of UP, if you know what I mean.

I was fed with the idea that UP did not have totally good environment like elementary and high school wherein life is always easier.  I was told that the up there is a very harsh world.  I wasn’t prepared and with that I thought that my start in UP would be a total failure.  After all, failure to prepare is synonymous with preparing to fail anyway.

Upon entering its walls, I felt uncomfortable with the things that were happening.  I wasn’t at ease at all.  I felt anxious about the things which were set for us UP freshmen.  If you’d ask any other freshman I’m sure they’d say the same.  UP is a jungle and we are the ones lost inside.

UP for us wasn’t like any other university. It was unique and in that sense we were all tense upon stepping inside the institution.

Fortunately, my expectations and anxiety slowly faded away with the help of a lot of heart-warming people. The higher years of UP gave us all a very warm welcome.  Despite the fact that we were still a bit stiff and quiet.  They really did their best to help us especially during our first few social events.  The jungle called UP wasn’t terrifying at all with the aid of the faculty, higher years and a few friends met along the way.

Yes, at first it may look like were trapped inside a jungle but once you meet a lot of good people along the way.  It won’t be long until you realize that UP isn’t a jungle at all.  It would start looking like a ZOO as a matter of fact.  After meeting new acquaintances along the way, one would start to notice that UP is filled with a lot of different personalities and strange places.

It may be hard at first but once you get to meet new people and acquaintances the journey becomes more enjoyable.  The fear of being alone never again haunted me.  I guess my first one hundred days would consist the period in time wherein one gets to feel he is not alone. One can feel that he/she belongs to a certain entity, and that would be UP.  My first few days were the total opposite of what I expected it to turn out to be.

Today, my life in UP is slowly becoming happier by the moment.  It feels easier to walk inside UP with the idea of having friends two steps behind you ( Isn’t that a song? Lol :).  It may sound cliché but its true and I can proudly say that I’m starting to adapt with the so called UP life. The personality development stage is finally taking progress. With the help of some good and “tamed” animals in UP, I have finally found a home within a jungle.

Before, I thought that I wasn’t mature enough to enter UP. I thought I needed to grow up a little more to survive. But after my first one hundred days I have realized that that isn’t my problem anymore. UP takes care of that problem for us. The growing stage doesn’t take place before. It happens in UP.

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The Equation of Life

While some people are born gold, some were just clay. Clay, that when it falls to the ground, will eventually be part of it with out even being noticed. Later will be stepped, flattened, broken. Soil that nobody wanted to touch except for the naive children who will soon be scolded by their parents for having their hands dirty. But being gold is everybody’s dream. Gold shines and glitters. It is so precious that everyone wanted to touch, yet only few are given a chance to hold. Envied are they to have them!

When I was a child, I used to believe that everybody is equal. No matter how rich one is and how poor others are, they are still on the same ground. I went on by comparing people, one by one. A farmer to a policeman: a street vendor to a government employee… I realized that though the first has this while the second lacks, the latter also has that that the former does not. So I settled, convinced that everybody is indeed equal. But not when a particular idea crossed my mind. It was the comparison of a business tycoon with billions and trillions or even n-llions of assets and a beggar wearing a patched dirty rag living on a flattened hard paper he called home. That’s unjust. The tycoon has all while the beggar has none. That’s inequality!

I lived in a country with so many people living below the poverty line. I, myself have seen them suffer living their everyday lives, full of problems being poor. Once, I was in our home when I heard someone shouting for help. My mom and my aunt immediately went to the house of my screaming neighbor to check what was happening there. Later, I learned that the husband was suffering from a severe pain in his stomach. The wife and the concern neighbors don’t know what to do. Yet, they did not rush him to the hospital. There was only one reason behind: They don’t have money! If he happened to be rich, he would not suffer. He will be enjoying the most advanced medical treatment in the world. Lying in a soft bed, he would just wait until the painless medical procedure is over. After several hours in a pleasant smelling room in one of the most expensive hospitals in the world, he can then go out. Well again! But he happened to be a character in a totally opposite story. Thus, he must endure the pain no matter how intense it was until his body finally takes its action. That is, becomes numb.

So, how come some people still believe that life is fair? I went back to my thought being one of the people believing to the evenly distribution of possessions by the One who created us. I went further on comparing people, one by one. An achiever to the one defeated. A millionaire to a peasant…

Are richer people luckier than or just as lucky as a beggar?

One occasion, I walked around the town with my family. I was looking at different people, all were distinct. They have diverse color, height, and size. Faces vary as I look from one to another. Wearing different kinds and types of clothes, people were moving to different directions with various speeds. They were heading towards their desired place. Some do it alone while others walk with their friends, family and loved ones. Though many are going to the same direction, everybody has the right to choose which way to take. While walking, I noticed an important thing: Not all the people who wear elegant dresses wear a smile. I also saw an old woman with wrinkled face and burned skin. She was toothless. I knew it when she laughed out loud.

This experience is more than just a walk. It’s a reflection of life. Through this, I realized that in going to our destinations, it does not matter which way we take, how fast we got there nor how we got. It does not even matter if we really reached that place. What is important is how we enjoyed our journey. We should not envy those who ride car but we should on those who walk slowly, savoring every minute they have, smiling on every humorous things in town.

A magnate is equal to a simple beggar because they both have the choice to be happy. Like all of us, their life is not measured by wealth, honor nor power but by happiness. Life is measured based on how you enjoy your stay on earth. And happiness is the equation of life.

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A Freshman’s Life in UP

by Proud pupaCz
BSBA (Marketing)

“There are no secrets to success.  It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.” – Colin L. Powell

Who would have thought college will be this great and tiring? This is what was in my head on surviving my first month in the University of the Philippines. For even before the opening of classes my feet ached because of my trips from the City Campus to the Miami Campus continuously submitting the requirements that the university asked for and to think that was my first time to be doing such things by myself. My dependency on my parents faded.

Then at last June 10 came, I was nervous because I knew from then on I will not be with my high school friends and also, during that time, I didn’t know most of my classmates except for the one I met during enrollment. Nevertheless, at least I knew somebody. Sooner I realized that confidence and friendliness are part of my arsenal in surviving college life.

I enjoyed my first week in the university; there were no more than two classes a day. Right now, I am looking forward to the upcoming activities hearing UP is unlike any other..

UP is enjoyable; I never thought it will be stressful though. I only found that out during our preparations for the Freshies’ Day. Despite the tension, it taught us the first lessons to keep.

Then the academic pressure came. Exams found their way through. We were all nervous not knowing what to expect, plus the impression that we were in a university where exams are not high school type. We discovered, however, that exams are answerable if one studies well and listens during discussions.

Lots of activities soon followed like the Urbandub concert, the Utalri (Marketing Acquaintance Party), and the CM Acquaintance Party making our stay in the university more comfortable.

Now that I’m almost in my third month in UP, I can say I have fallen in love with it, no regrets at all. The University of the Philippines is indeed like no other, I am proud I am an Iskolar ng Bayan!

Filed under: Columns, Dugong Bughaw, Essay, Inspired by a True Story, ,

101st Dates

by Saldy Cabarubias
BS Accountancy

It was not excitement. It was not due happiness. It was not what I was supposed to feel at the very time I first walked into the University of the Philippines Visayas—Iloilo City Campus. Instead of being grateful, I was discouraged.

What I saw that day was far from the University I overheard in the CPA Board Topnotchers’ List, from the mouths of my high school teachers and from the testimonies of Iskos from my school. Be with me in recalling what firsts fate has plotted into my UP life.

After the trail of the Typhoon Frank, the first I’ve experienced in Iloilo, I have transferred to Balay Ilonggo. My first night there felt exceptional with the soothing gushes of the cold wind and with past nights of reminiscing goodbyes with my high school friends. It was peacefully splendid, concluding that being in the dormitory seemed to suit me—clogging my hermitry and lessening my homesickness.

Now, talk about first quizzes. I remember mine was in Environmental Science. I was stunned when my answer sheet was given back to me. It was heart-breaking! In my high school life, I have never had a quiz grade as bad as 70— just a little above 3.0. Well, I just broke my record! Worst score ever, 3 out of 11 questions and that can never be miscalculated—5.0. That only tells how UP can break your bones and make your nose bleed, take this as a sort of pleasure to strive more.

Since my first weeks until now, I am in one trouble everyone in college has to face. That is, the improper budgeting of my allowance. As solution, I learned to eat kumos-kumos vended outside the campus. Well, I can’t afford everyday JD and Jobee.

But with these disastrous moments of my UP life, in my heart-breaking first one hundred days as an Iskolar ng Bayan, I have learned to persevere. I learned to fight—with myself, my quiz grades, home sickness, money matters and my stubbornness in studying. The greatest lessons I’ve learned.

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