Ang Mundo ay Isang Malaking Recto

Or Quiapo as the infamous line from Star Cinema’s No Other Woman goes. Maraming snatcher, maaagawan ka, lumaban ka! After reading or hearing the line, don’t you just feel the need to heed the call for that gladiatorial or Amazonian instinct inside you?

I did. The first few times I traveled alone to the Bronx. I’m sure you know Bronx’s reputation so I don’t need to elaborate on how that stimulated such instinct. As part of acquainting myself better with my new neighborhood, I immediately associated the Bronx with Recto back in Manila. The Bronx is Recto for me because the latter was the most immediate corner of the city that came to mind the first time I glimpsed this side of New York. The association did not actually help since I have had always been on guard every time I have been to Recto. It even heightened my “Ang mundo ay isang malaking Quiapo” mindset and left me too worried and paranoid.

Recto (source: wikipilipinas.org)

The Arrival of the Inevitable, Part II

Three months later, and the supposedly inevitable part two has not yet arrived. And so, here I am facing the inevitability of finally writing it. 

The entry before I left was supposed to be the first of a two-part series about my feelings on leaving for New York. However, primarily as a result of being a certified crammer, I encountered unexpected delays along the way. I can guarantee that despite the delay, my sentiments remain the same albeit my first three months have even lent more proof of the arrival of the inevitable. 

The Arrival of the Inevitable, Part One

Tomorrow, I shall leave for New York and begin the next chapter book in my enchanted life. Tomorrow! I remember when the days still numbered more than a hundred and how I’d often wish that waking up the following morning meant that the day of my departure has come. That day is today! However, it has also become a seesaw between wanting to haste/delay my departure.

In between doing nothing and spending much time with my loved ones, the inevitability of being homesick has already arrived long before I have even set foot in the Big Apple. No, I don’t think I’d miss the hustle and bustle of urban Manila (especially commuting during the monsoon season!) that much especially that New York is the cosmopolitan behemoth. 

Pathways loves at mi despedida

Cliché as it may sound, the aspect of Manila I would miss the most would be the people. My family, my friends, Pathways co-staff, volunteers and participants and all other significant people who may not fall within any of the aforementioned circles.

I Choose to Hope and Trust.

President Aquino delivered his 2012 State of the Nation Address today. Despite critics expectedly expressing their discontent over the address, I agree with the prevailing opinion that the SONA indicates a promise of a brighter future under PNoy.

Certainly, we still need to see if his plans pan out. Will a bigger budget allotment for the education sector translate to better student performance? Will more tourists come to experience the country since “it’s more fun here?” Will pensioners receive their promised increase from GSIS? Will the roads and infrastructures he mentioned materialize in the next few years? Will the economy continue to boom despite the global slowdown? These are questions to be answered and measures to refer to once the next SONA’s come.

Personally, the SONA reinstated my hope and trust in the government through tangible proof that positive change, once thought as impossible, is upon us. Despite a political system that may still be mired in corruption and the seemingly intangible effects of macroeconomic growth, I believe that the government is working doubly hard to fulfill its prime duty of serving the people. It’s always easier to doubt that plans will work and that positive change is going to come but I choose to trust in the government.

A Wish

Sometimes, I wish that the tables were turned. Even for a day.

Not because I want you to savor the pain nor wallow in depression nor occasionally swathe yourself with the vestiges of the relationship (or friendship as you probably define it by now) we once had. I do not want any of that for you.

I wish that the tables were turned because I want you to understand us enough for you to muster the sincerity and self-transcendence our situation calls for.

Though bleak, I still hold hope that my wish would come true. Just as how it all began before.

Chasing Dreams

If you asked me around a year ago about my graduate school plans, I would have probably told you that I wanted to pursue an MBA abroad. By June last year, I have already begun reviewing for the GMAT and have browsed through a lot of websites focused on choosing the most appropriate school, achieving the highest GMAT score and providing the most comprehensive set of tips on how to ace the application.

However, my dismal GMAT score guaranteed bleak chances of being accepted into my dream schools. Thus, I found myself in what I’d call a life limbo. I had to rethink my plans because the original one did not turn out successful. It took me a month of wallowing in the uncertain and the negative and a case of dengue fever to chase a similar dream yet set in a grander city.

Till the World Ends

A confession: I have convinced myself that the Mayan prediction of doomsday 2012 will come true despite the fact that many have debunked it. At this moment, I cannot picture myself living through 2013 and beyond. Creepy and weird.