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Back to School! June 22, 2006

Filed under: 2bU!, Education, Growing Up — crypticmess @ 10:35 pm

8 last things to do before school opens
Arlene M. Paredes

This is the time of the year when students just want the hands of time to stop from moving. Vacation is almost over. Here’s a checklist of what you can still do before the bell rings again.

Get enough sleep. What is it that we loved to do that we sometimes couldn’t afford to do during the school year? When school starts again and you have to be up by 6 a.m., you wouldn’t have to look back to the vacation you thought you had.

Finish pending business. Maybe you have wanted to build a homepage for so long now, but you just didn’t have time to do it. Boot that computer now and start working your brain out.

Learn something new. There are so many things out there waiting for our attention.

Update your journal. Visit your old friends. When time is scarce and opportunities are rare, we seldom see and talk to our friends outside school even if we miss them so much. So, while there’s still a chance, let’s all make up for the lost time.

Clean your room. You have to clean your messed-up room now, or you’d just forget about it.

Text. Grab your chance to be able to text without guilt until you can no longer text because your professor is in front of the class, discussing Physics.

Surf the net. School can be a lot easier if you learn to use the internet.

Read a good book. Reading makes our minds healthier and our insights profounder.


Published in Inquirer Libre on June 2, 2003.

 

Growing Up June 21, 2006

Filed under: 2bU!, Growing Up, Life, Lifestyle, Youth — crypticmess @ 10:29 pm

Beyond the reckless and feckless youth
Arlene M. Paredes

Published in the January 20, 2000 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer.

What does the youth of today have to offer in the future if they continue bumming around at shindigs everywhere?

Right now, we disobey our parents, we cram for exams, we text incessantly, we eat and breathe party, we drown ourselves with booze and smoke. We scream for independence. We want our own style. But tomorrow, the next years, what are we going to do? Running for important political titles? Maintaining large-scale businesses? Creating an all-digital environment?

But are we heading in that direction?

Amid teenage pregnancies, early marriages, drug addiction and violence, our elders may conclude that our future is one of failure. It seems to them that our increasingly growing knowledge of the world is leading to self-destruction. Even our contemporaries look at how we enjoy life so much and think it’s impossible for us to get anywhere.

Is there hope for the Filipino youth? Listen to what they have got to say:

I think we are more modern and exposed to the reality if life. Thus, we are more open-minded and mature in dealing with different matters and handling different situations. – Juneth Nitro, 19, UP Los Baños.

We are more adventurous nowadays. We tend to experiment a lot and this makes us nonconformists. We lack identity and we are easily persuaded by the latest hype. It is not good. – Benjo Bergado, 19, UP Diliman.

We are so liberated. Maraming alam. Curious. – Gretz R. Bautista, 19, Fatima College.

We are so aggressive in many ways and aspects. Ang dami nating gustong I-explore. – Regilyn Dimaculangan, 18, UP Diliman.

I think they are more aggressive, persistent and more interested in wordly matters, not to mention that they no longer observe Filipino values. – Greg Wilson, 24, Cagayan de Oro.

GenXers are a bunch of kids who are all style but no substance. – Emerlito Paredes, 19, La Salle graduate.

Most Filipino youth don’t have respect for the elders anymore. Before we practiced pagmamano. – Al Loyola, 20, Baguio.

The Filipino youth now have lost majority of their values. These GenXers have to be taught a lesson. – Raul Santos, 21, Dumaguete.

The Filipino youth is more aggressive today than ever. They need to control lives is growing every day. – Leonida Paredes, 19, DLSU – Dasmariñas.

We are greatly affected by Western cultures to the point that our own identity seems to be diminishing with each passing generation. It goes the same for the moral values and traditions that our forefathers had passed on to us. – Earl Caymo, 19, UPLB.

Basically, we are more aggressive, not afraid to die, happy go lucky, yet far more advanced with the times. We have a good sense of humor, though! – Curt Peralta, 20, Manila.

Filipino youths are generally self-centered. Nothing matters more than themselves. – Noel Balana, 19.

We are a mix of everything. I believe that most of us do think. I mean really think! There are things inside our mind that we care about. We are concerned not only with our love life and our allowances. We think about politics. We think about the environment. We think about religion or – better – about faith. We don’t want to be bums all the time. We want something and that something depends on each and every one of us. Given a chance, we can show what we really are worth. – Remar Zamora, UP Diliman.

Now, that’s the youth spirit!

Our Time

Some adults would look at us from head to toe, criticize about fashion and complain about our lifestyle, perpetually comparing us to their generation without batting an eyelash. They are firmly suspicious of what we do. They sigh, “Ang mga kabataan nga naman ngayon.”

Are we being unfairly misjudged or is there really something wrong with us?

Beaver Flores, UPLB graduate and a member of the UPLB Development Communicator’s Society explains, “The so-called ‘elders’ of society are too old to understand our travails and mishaps. This is our time. It’s true what the Blue Ice commercial says. The technological advancements that our parents have long dreamed of and have gone to immeasurable depths to attain are the real reasons why we are acting this way. In short, they’ve got a taste of their own medicine.”

He added, “We are too lazy and too proud to admit that we are indeed the future of mankind. Technology has increased our level of materialistic dependence. Values are now a thing of the past. Though it’s cool to live in a liberal society sometimes, there are times when the good old-fashioned values still apply. Nagmamano pa rin ako sa lolo ko.”

Prejudged

Of course, there are cynics who don’t believe that we can make a difference. But then again, maybe there is really a problem, after all. When was the last time you did something significant for others? When was the last time you helped you community? When was the last time you thought about school and did not think about it in a bad light? When was the last time you put your compelling words into effective actions?

Sometimes we get prejudged. Sometimes we don’t really get it. But we are constantly searching, learning and discovering the things we can do to affect the world positively and thus, allow it to turn around progressively. It’s easy enough for some to overlook our efforts. But we can try harder – not just to please adults but to realize our maximum potentials. If we keep on asking ourselves for more, if we keep on trying harder, then we are going to trudge the path to a better world.

The parties may never stop. But that’s because we have endless reasons to celebrate. Our minds. Our views. Our accomplishments. Soon enough, the pessimists will regret ever having doubted us.

 

“Bunsung-bunso” June 14, 2006

Filed under: 2bU!, Growing Up, Love, Silang Cavite, Tatay — crypticmess @ 11:30 am

The First Magician in My Eyes
By Arlene M. Paredes, 2bU! Correspondent

Published on Page C2 of the June 14, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer

IT must have been really tough for you then, Tatay. You were 69 when I came into the world, a helpless tiny infant.

Then you were in your mid-70s when I was a hyperactive, crazy-dramatic, irrationally demanding and attention-hungry toddler. But you loved me well and you took care of me as a doting lolo-tatay.

I didn’t help make it easy for you. I was a very naughty child. Once, I made you gasp for air after you had to chase me around the house to try to discipline me with your scary sinturon (leather belt). I was mischievous and rather challenging, so I ran away from you, unmindful that I was giving you a really tiresome exercise. I still got the whip, all right, and remembered never to mess up with you again.

But more than remembering the lesson learned, I wish I didn’t have to make fatherhood even harder for you than it already was. But I was your daughter and you knew what you had to do and you loved me still. I never even once got to really thank you for loving me in spite of the very difficult situation we were in.

You made the most of what we had and tried your best so I, as a child, would not feel the lack of a strong father in my very vulnerable years.

I know a lot of children who aren’t so fortunate to get even a glimpse of a father. But you always gave your best. Dressed in a barong Tagalog, you fetched me from my school on the first day of classes. People must’ve thought it was weird, but I knew you had not fetched a child from school in a very long time and must’ve forgotten that you could opt to dress down for it.

Fortunately, the more appropriate time to wear the barong Tagalog came when we accepted my first medal in school. You must’ve been the oldest father in the Recognition Day crowd, but on that day you must’ve felt proud. At least I hope you did. Because apart from that, I can’t deny that I gave you a lot of unnecessary trouble growing up.

When I was 4 or 5 years old, I gave you quite a shock when I stuck my head between the wooden bars of our sari-sari store. Naturally curious, I played and tried to see if my tiny head (no, not tiny, I was fat!) could fit between the wooden bars of our store window.

I was amused that it did, but quickly I realized I couldn’t get my head out. So I cried and wailed like a siren for our entire little town to hear! You had to run out and call your carpenter friend to cut the bars using the smallest saw. Funny, but I don’t remember how afraid I was with the saw only an inch away from my neck!

You were in a state of real panic then, but all I could think of was, “Oh, my God! I’m sure Tatay will keep my head intact!” Of course, you did. Nanay and I would later look back at that time and, though we both knew it wasn’t funny at all, we’d end up laughing hard about it.

Nanay had all these stories of how tense you were when she was pregnant. You probably were anxious that the capacity to take care of a person was already beyond you. But see, we turned out fine because you never let your age get in the way of being the best father that you could be.

Before you got very ill, we enjoyed fun rides together around the town, on your bike and your old truck. Next to your patience, love and care, my ultimate gift from you was this little bike with a sidecar that you got from a passing junk collector. With your natural craftsmanship, you made it look almost new, and I had something that most of my playmates then could only dream of: my own wheels, a real funky ride!

When you finished reassembling that bike for me, you became the first magician in my eyes, turning junk into precious treasure. Later, I would realize that you were indeed a magician because you could see things differently. What others saw as trash, you transformed into a magical wonder of a toy. And when I was difficult to love, you looked through me and found good reasons to never give up on me.

You were the first one to go the extra mile to love me a bit more each day, even when I was unwittingly making myself so unlovable. Movies like “Riding in Cars with Boys” where a daughter can talk her heart out to her father never fail to make me cry, because it’s an important experience that I wish I had been able to share with you (including more fun truck rides around the town).

See, even before I could understand a bit about myself to start talking of my angst, you had become too sick to talk to me about even the mundane things. It was just part of my being human to always wish for more. But in hindsight, you gave me everything you could while you still could, and that’s more than enough for me.

I was 17 when you died. I prayed for God to let you live until you’re “90-plus” because I thought by then you would have walked me down to the altar and met your grandchild from me. But God said, no, you had to go. God, of course, is always right. There’s a time for everything and you made our time together all worthwhile.

There is no way for me to thank you enough. But I’m writing this for my sake–so I’ll remember that my father loved me, and that love should be enough to carry me through whatever difficulties I’d meet.

I’m sure you and Nanay are watching over me now, and will always do. So here’s to love and to a great father. Happy Father’s Day, ‘Tay! (Inquirer link here.)