just asking

problem:
they say there are two things a man gives to show how important a girl is to him, time and money. these are two investments that needs to be watched out (according to ate mai).

question:
what if a man gives you time and another spends money for you, which one would you choose?

conclusion:
the one who gives time. money can be earned again. time lost can never be retrieved.

recommendation:
never watch a love story and then do a sort of realization.

disclaimer:
sorry. just seen One More Chance. however, question does not apply. hehe.

car accident

Mga alas-otso na ng gabi. Katext ko ang aking nanay at inaayos kung saan nila ako dadaanan pauwi. Gamit ang Starex, inihatid muna nila ang mga batang nanggaling sa bahay. Nanatili lamang ako sa may labasan ng aming subdibisyon.

Malapit na raw sila, text ng nanay ko. Siya namang paglingon ko sa Ortigas Ave, nakita ako ang aming Starex halos paliko na papasok sa ng subdibisyon.

Maluwag ang kalsada at halos wala nang mga sasakyan. Mula sa isang maikling pagtigil, idiniretso na ng Starex upang tumawid nang may biglang rumagasang Liteace at sumalpok sa harapan ng Starex. Sinubukan pa ng Starex na umurong palikod upang iwasan ang banggaang nangyari ngunit tinamaan pa rin ito.

Malakas ang tunog ng bangga. Basag ang headlights ng Liteace.

Nang makita ko ang pangyayari, agaran akong tumakbo papalapit sa sasakyan namin. Mga ilang segundo kong naramdaman ang panlalamig at kaba. Bumaba ang tatay ko mula sa Starex. Sinalubong siya ng apat na naglalakihang lalaki mula sa Liteace, ang isa namumula ang mata na parang lasing. Lahat ay mukhang galit sa pangyayari. Bumuhos ang ulan.

Pumasok sa isip ko ang ilan pang ganitong mga pangyayari, kung minsan pa nga'y umaabot sa sakitan. Naalala ko rin ang minsan kong nakitang pagtangkaan ang buhay ng tatay ko ng isang lasing na pulis.

Mabilis na ang takbo ng isip ko. Habang nag-aaway pa sila, inilabas ko ang aking cellphone at kumuha ng litrato mula sa kantong kinatatayuan ko. Tinandaan ko rin ang plate no. ng Liteace. Nakahanda ako sa kahit ano mang mangyayari.

"Si pastor ba iyon?", wika ng isa sa dalawang batang nasa tabi ko.

"Oo, tatay ko iyon." Tumingin sa akin si Jordan, isa sa dalawang bata at nakatira sa likod ng simbahan. Maya-maya ay tumakbo na pabalik sa simbahan ang dalawang bata. Ilang sandali dumating na sina Kuya Jonell.

Mukhang nagkaayos na ng mga may ari ng dalawang sasakyan at mukhang nagpipirmahan ng mga impormasyon ukol sa sarili.

Itinabi na ng tatay ko ang Starex papasok ng subdibisyon at saka nakipag-usap muli sa mga may ari ng Liteace. Lumabas na mula sa sasakyan ang aking nanay at tiningnan ang sira ng Starex. Bumper ang nawasak.

"Inako ni papa."

"Ha? Bakit?"

"Si papa naman ang may mali e. Siya ang tumatawid."

"Hindi ako driver pero mula sa nakita ko, sila ang mali. Ang bilis-bilis nila tapos ang luwag ng kalye."

"Mabilis din naman si papa a."

Bumalik ang tatay ko sa sasakyan. Gusto daw nilang sumama hanggang sa bahay para makasiguradong ipapaayos ng tatay ko ang Liteace. Dinala namin sila sa simbahan. Sandaling binuksan ng pinto ng Starex, tinitiggan kami ng nanay ko ng dalawa sa apat na mga lalaki.

Umalis na ang Liteace. Magkikita daw sila ng tatay ko alas-siyete ng umaga kinabukasan.

Lumapit si Kuya Jonell, "Lasing yung mga lalaki e."

Pagpasok ng tatay ko sa sasakyan para umuwi na, hindi ko napigilang itanong bakit niya inako.

"Militar silang lahat."

Naintindihan ko na. Kahit alam kong nasa tama ang tatay ko, hindi ko maiwasang mainis. Nasaan ang sense of justice sa bansang ito?

Huli kong balita, dinala na ng tatay ko ang Liteace upang ipaayos. Sinimulan nang gawin ang mga sira mula sa pagkakabangga. Humirit ang mga militar na may pupuntahan daw silang napakaimportanteng pagtitipon kaya kung maari ay ipaayos na rin ang ilan pang bagay sa Liteace. Hindi pa rin umangal ang tatay ko.

Pinipilit kong huwag ayawan ng tuluyan ang mga militar sa personal na dahilan pero hindi ko talaga magawa. Napakapulpol ng sistema, napakapulpol ng mga taong ito. Nakakainis.

sabi ng subtitle ng Kdrama: how to do?

I just realized I have been eating more than I usually would. Although I do not fill myself up, I don't think I was that sort of hungry everytime I look for food.

I have a perfectly good idea how much money I would be spending just to put up our thesis so I definitely know that I have to control the money going in and out of my hands. But I can't help it.

As far as I can remember, the last time I felt this was about two years ago, when I felt the only way to ease my depresssion was to spend money on something which happened to be that Backstreet Boys concert in Manila.

Depression. Could it be?

It must have been that Wednesday when things were about to change. The day had opened with new possibilities, things I never imagined to come upon me. The day had provided me with enough answers to the why's of the people around me as another had also opened the door for what may be the realization of a childhood dream. Given the great things upon me, why would I still be depressed?

Probably my body had absorbed the implications of that Wednesday morning even if my mind was not yet able to comprehend. It was until that Friday morning that I truly realized what that Wednesday morning would allow and forbid me to do.

How I wish I could say it now.

I guess to forever hold my peace would actually kill me. But saying it out loud would also kill me, or someone else just the same. I've never felt so torn in my life.

this should go in the family history book

I was walking up the stairs of CMC. In front of me were two orgmates. Prof. Chua and Sir Teodoro were talking as they were in the middle of the staircase. The three of us never bothered to greet the professors such that they seemed busy talking and that we were not at all that chummy as a person.

I was walking the second set of stairs when Sir's hand signaled me to a stop.

"Oh, here's my relative, Martha."

Quite surprised and needing more time to absorb the situation, I simply smiled. As they seem to move to another topic of conversation, I left.

My hands were cold. This is the first time I actually heard him refer to me as a relative. The last time we talked, he still couldn't remember who my dad was.

hehe. I still can't get over what has happened.

Bagong style?

Naglalakad ako sa may Lagoon pabalik ng CMC upang makipagkita sa isang kaibigan. May isang bata, mukhang nasa 12 hanggang 14 na taong gulang, na lumapit sa akin upang bentahan ako ng mga panali sa buhok.

"Ate, bili na po kayo."

"Hindi na. May ginagamit pa ako." Patuloy pa rin ako sa paglakad at nanatiling diretso ang aking paningin.

"Ate, pano po ba nabubuntis ang isang babae?"

"Hindi ka ba pumapasok sa school?"

"Pumapasok po."

"Sa paaralan mo na lang itanong iyan."

"Assignment po kasi namin siya."

"Hindi kasi ako science major e. Hindi ko maipapaliwanag ng maigi."

"Bakit ate, hindi mo ba alam?"

"Hindi ako science major. Sa iba ka na lang magtanong." At saka tumawid ng kalye.

Waw. Ako pa ang tinanong. Ano 'to? Bagong style ng pangbibigla para pabilihin ka? Ayokong mang-discriminate sa totoo lang. Naniniwala ako sa mga karapatan ng mga bata pero talagang hindi ko gets.

strike two. been hit. again.

For the second time. I received another personal message last week through Multiply.

It was not at all different from the one I received last October, as if it were copied and pasted. It had the same thought, only paraphrased.

It came from a not-so-easily defined person named Raven, someone from Houston, Texas.

When I thought that this scenario is over such that I have made the necessary changes when it comes to my gender preference, no more please. No more.

meeting an old friend

I met with an old friend this evening at Galleria. Although we have been in constant contact these past few days, this was the first time we two meet after two years.

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A few days ago, I kind of reminisce my days while I was still in UST. Having to mention only six people, I was able to miss out a few more people who made my stay worthwhile.

During the first semester of that year, I was forced to take up volleyball for my PE class. Between swimming and volleyball then, I knew I had better chances of passing.

Our professor asked us to group ourselves with seven members each. These groups will serve as our teams when we need to do a little competition in class to test our skills in volleyball. The competition never took place.

I remember we were seven seated in one of the bleachers beside the court. Given the convenience of the situation, we easily agreed to form ourselves a group.

Cathy was the only person I knew in that PE class. I met her while we were in line waiting for the head of the Office of Student Affairs to sign our scholarship forms. A Communication Arts major, she is one of the brightest people I knew.

She was able to befriend one of our groupmates, a Biochemistry major, such that they would usually arrive earlier in class than anyone else. His name derived from the great philosopher, Aries is mostly a silent type of person and another of those brightest people I know.

He had a friend from highschool, an Information Technology major and one of our groupmates still, Dinno. Maybe not as silent as Aries but quite unnoticeable still, Dinno had plans of shifting to Commerce such that IT seems to drag him.

Given that these two are guys, they didn't seem to have problems passing the practical exams, except for that balancing the ball on the wrist. On the otherhand, Cathy and I are no sports fan, which only meant that we had to struggle through every exam in class, from balancing to serving and even tossing.

I remember Aries handing me a ball at a time in preparation to serve. I would try talking to it, hoping that the ball would listen to my plea and make itself cross the net. Dinno would try teasing so as to trigger more force when hitting the ball. The same scenario applies to Cathy.

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Cathy is now doing some advertising work for SM Mall. Aries took the board exam for Chemistry this September and passed on his first take. Dinno was not able to shift out of IT, and working in a sort of advertising company the name I can't remember, doing webdesign and other computer-based work.

And here I am, still a student procrastinating the work things that is needed to be done with our thesis. It must be this escapist mode that I agreed meeting with Dinno this evening.

As I discover it, categorically speaking, he is the second guy I know who is not enrolled or doing any work that is media or politics related that can talk about politics with keen interest. To my surprise, he was as much interested as I am. I guess I must have taken him into one of those sorts of stereotype.

The tragic life of Mariannet Amper, or why children commit suicide

By CLAIRE SY DELFIN
as posted in http://www.gmanews.tv/story/68149/The-tragic-life-of-Mariannet-Amper-or-why-children-commit-suicide
11/10/2007

She would have completed her elementary school, but the 12-year-old girl grew so dejected that she hanged herself, and her dreams of finishing school died with her.

Mariannet Amper’s suicide last week in Davao City hogged headlines and sparked off protest rallies against the government.

Poverty has been blamed on her decision to end her life.

Under her pillow was a letter she wrote addressed to television program, “Wish Ko Lang," which grants viewers’ wishes. On it, Mariannet wished for a new pair of shoes, a bag, a bicycle and better-paying jobs for her parents.

She also left a diary, narrating her family’s difficulties surviving a life penniless in a little hut that has neither electricity nor running water.

She also wrote that she had not attended school for a month for lack of transportation fare.

“I suspect she did it because of our situation," her father Isabelo, a carpenter, told reporters in the vernacular.

But psychiatrists disputes that poverty cannot be the only factor to push someone, especially a child, to commit suicide.

“It is unfair to simply look at suicide in that angle (poverty)," said psychiatrist Dr. Ma. Luz Casimiro-Querubin. After all, many poor Filipinos do not resort to killing themselves despite their hopeless condition. And there have been cases of children born to well-to-do families who have committed or attempted suicide.

Suicide is not an instant decision, she said. It is borne out of a suicidal tendency that the child develops within himself.

Suicidal tendency, in turn, is a psychosocial and multi-factorial behavior that is developed through time when the child faces long-standing problems within himself and in his immediate environment.

Soon, the child would manifest episodes of depression, hopelessness and low self-esteem.

Although poverty is a risk factor, it can hardly stand-alone. It is the lack or absence of support system that compounds the child’s problem, leading her to lose hope and meaning in life, and eventually commit suicide.

“The fact that Mariannet has six more siblings in a family with very limited resources indicates that some of them, including her, may be marginalized," Casimiro-Querubin says.

Hence, even if she was born to a rich family, but was wanting of proper attention from significant people around her, she is prone to develop suicidal tendencies.

Lack of data

Experts, however, find it difficult to conduct research on suicide for any age group in the country because the Philippines has no central registry for recording suicide and suicidal attempts. Data gathering is even made more difficult by religious and social biases.

The latest data available is from the World Health Organization, which was released in 1993. It says that suicide rates per hundred thousand population in the Philippines are 2.5 for males and 1.7 for females.

Casimiro-Querubin agrees that suicide is rare in the Philippines, but warns that it is happening and is increasing especially with the rising incidence of parents going abroad for employment, leaving behind children with distorted support system.

“It has a high psychosocial cost to children," she said.

Child psychiatrist Dr. Agnes Bueno said that in her practice, the youngest in her files of patients who attempted suicide seriously is an eight-year-old boy. A child below five years, she says, has no concept of death as permanent and meaningful. “Therefore, he is incapable of actualizing suicide although accident-proneness could be an equivalent in their age group," Bueno said.

She shares in her article entitled, “When a Child Wants to Die,’ published in Medical Observer magazine in April 2001 a background inventory of attempted suicide among her patients. Her inventory shows the following:
- Ten out of 10 belong to Class A economic status
- Nine out of 10 are Catholics
- Eight out of 10 are males
- Eight out of 10 are due to relationships (family and romance)
- Two out of 10 are due to clinical depression
- Two out of 10 are in an incestuous relationship with their fathers
- Ten out of 10 occurred in the home
- Ten out of 10 are students
- Five out of 10 are positive for family history of alcoholism
- Two out of 10 are positive for family history of suicide
- Three out of 10 have friends who also attempted suicide

She advises parents to immediately detect sudden changes in the child’s behavior as such are symptomatic of a suicidal tendency.

Changes in the child’s academic performance, mood swings and instances when a child hurts another child or takes away things that do not belong to him are signs that parents should watch out for. If any of these happens, parents must open their lines of communication to the child and be more sensitive with his needs.

Suicide is instinct

Lora (not her real name) recounts occasions during her childhood when she would pound her head on a concrete wall each time she would feel sad. At one time, she attempted to hang herself.

To her recollection, her suicidal tendency started when she was nine or 10 years old. And this has remained until today that she is already in her late 20s, is married and has a child.

“It’s instinct. Suicide is always an option whenever I feel depressed," she says. “It’s just right there waiting to happen."

Lora says it doesn’t even need a major setback for her to entertain thoughts on suicide. A simple spat with her husband, or getting scolded by her mother when she was a child is enough.

She considers her suicidal tendencies a dilemma, especially since she can’t even identify its source. All she remembers is that she hated her father when she was a child. She refuses to elaborate.

Taking responsibility

But in the case of Mariannet, the real reason for her suicide seems shoved away as the government has already taken responsibility for it.

“We take responsibility for everything. Because we are leaders of the government, we need to ensure that services are there," Health Secretary Francisco Duque III said.

President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo immediately ordered the Department of Education (DepEd) to fast track the expansion of the alternative distance-learning program that allows a child to study and finish schooling without having to go to a formal school.

This way, Mariannet could have continued schooling without having to worry over transportation fare.

DepEd Undersecretary Vilma Labrador has also instructed teachers to check on their students and conduct home visits after a child has gone absent for three days without prior notice.

Fight vs poverty

Even prior to Mariannet’s death, the President has ordered the Department of Budget and Management to release one billion pesos to fund hunger mitigation programs.

She has also told a business forum that her economic efforts have started to bear fruit. “The common people are now feeling the benefits of a growing economy."

This was instantly met with protests by left-wing organizations and anti-poverty groups, insisting that the economic growth fails to trickle down to the poor.

A recent Social Weather Stations survey shows that about nine million Filipino families regarded themselves as poor. Many of them also said that they experienced “severe hunger" in the last three months.

Psychiatrists, however, claimed that while there is a need to uplift the financial capacity of 87 million Filipinos, doing so cannot and will not guarantee an end to childhood suicide.

They remind Filipinos that the core of problems in children takes its roots, not in their economic status, but in their family system.

At the end of the day, it is back to basics – the family. - GMANews.TV

“You look good together”

After my class, I walked back to College of Mass Communication (CMC) as requested by the chairperson. Since this is still enrolment period, the council members have to man the booth to collect the student fund.

By four in the afternoon, there were only two of us left at the booth. Another council member came from a distance and yelled, “You two look good together,” and kept repeating it for some time. She even went on suggesting the two of us do a song number during one of our events.

This has not been the first time actually. Two of my friends have been teasing me constantly of him. They think it might actually happen. "The more you hate, the more you love," as the cliche goes.

Please...

No. I do not like him definitely, even if it were not in its romantic sense. No, even if we were being friendly with each other, I don’t think we could even be the best of friends. No, I definitely do not hate him. I just don’t want any more trouble that I’d rather keep the distance. And no, I think I can find someone else who is definitely not involved in broadcasting.

Rest assured. I will not be singing in any of our events, nor will I ever perform with him.

In the first place, will anyone ever see me perform for a public audience? I doubt. In your dreams.

ang bago kong tahanan

Ngayong semestre, tatlo sa anim kong klase ang manggagaling sa CEd. Unang beses itong mangyayari na mas marami ang mga klase ko sa ibang kolehiyo kaysa sa pinaggalingan ko.

Sa unang araw ng klase, tatlo sa apat kong propesor ang hindi dumating sa klase. Ibig sabihin nito, mas maraming oras ang naubos ko sa pagtambay sa kung saan-saang sulok ng CEd. At dahil hindi ko nga naman kolehiyo ito, medyo masagwa sa pakiramdam ang tumatambay kung saan lang, lalo na kapag walang kasama.

Iyan ang akala ko.

Sa pagtambay ko, marami akong nakasalubong na dati kong mga kaklase. Noong una'y iniisip kong hindi nila ako papansinin o kaya nama'y hindi ako nakikilala dahil hindi naman talaga ako nagpapapansin kapag nasa ibang kolehiyo ako, nagkamali ako. Sa dami ng nakasalubong ko, hindi ko naramdaman na nasa ibang lugar ako.

Paakyat ako sa ikatlong palapag nang tawagin ako ni Rey, ang partner ko sa report sa EDL121 (Language Test Development). Nagtaka siya nang makita ako sa CEd sa pagaakalang dapat nagtapos na ako sa pag-aaral.

Nakasalubong ko rin ang partner ko sa kabadingan na si Mhira. Muntik na niyang kunin ang isa kong subject kaya lamang may hinahabol siyang major na kapareho ng oras.

May ilan pa akong nakasalubong na kaklase ko dati sa EDSP 122 (Montessori and Other Approaches to Early Childhood Education). Kaklase ko rin si Ate Mai na dati kong kagrupo sa EDSP 122 (Creativity).

Ang kinakatakot ko talaga kapag nalayo ka sa iyong kolehiyo, parang alam mo sa pakiramdam na hindi ka dapat naroon. Pero, sa mga oras na nagpapalipas-oras ako, mukha nga yatang nakahanap ako ng ikalawang tahanan sa UP.

ilang alaala ng nakaraan

Apat na taon na rin ang nakakalipas nang ako’y lumipat ng eskwelahan. Naaalala ko pa noon kung gaano ko hindi ginusto ang aking ginawa. Kung hindi lang ako pinilit ng aking ama, masaya na akong makakapagtapos sa UST at maaaring may honors pa dahil sa aking scholarship.

Kung aalalahanin ko kung bakit nga baa yaw kong umalis ng UST, una kong naiisip sina Gia, Aji, Mai, Issai, Rikki at Christian, anim ba taong nagpasaya ng aking sandaling pamamalagi.

Una kong narinig ang pangalan ni Gia mula sa isang kaibigang nakasama ko sa isang convention noong ako’y nasa hayskul pa. May kabarkada daw si Paula na pumasok sa Journalism sa UST. Sa tatlong section ng first year, sinong magaakalang magiging kaklase ko pala ang Gia na tinutukoy ni Paula. Maganda, tahimik, at magaling na mag-aaral, ito palang si Gia ay may pagkabaliw din kapag ilan lang kayong magkakasama. Magkatapat lang kami ng subdivision na tinitirahan kaya sa loob ng isang taon, araw-araw kaming magkasabay pumasok, umuwi at gumala. Nasaksihan din niya ang mga kaguluhan ng buhay ko sa mga oras na iyon, at siya ang kasama ko nang ako’y mabundol ng isang pulang van sa may Ortigas Ave.

Malapit-lapit din ang tirahan ni Aji mula sa amin ni Gia kaya rin madalas namin siyang nakakasabay pauwi. Mahilig kumanta at magaling din sa pag-aaral, kay Aji ko lang narinig na ang kasaysayan, kapag hindi mo natatandaan, alalahanin na parang chismis sa showbiz. Ayaw mong pakinggan, ngunit dahil chismis sya, hindi mo mapipigilang maalala. Ilang beses na rin kaming na-link ni Aji. Minsan pa’y nagalit siya umano kay Rikki sa selos dahil nagiging malapit kaming magkaibigan ni Rikki at di umano’y niregaluhan daw ako ni Rikki ng stuff toy. Nakakatawa pa ring isipin kung saan nanggagaling ang ganitong mga usapin sa loob ng klase.

Si Mai naman ang aking makwentong kaibigan. Maraming nasasabi sa kung anu-anong bagay, si Mai ay isa sa iilang taong kilala ko na matindi kung sumuporta sa kaibigan. Nakakahiya lang isipin na hindi ko na naalala kung paano ba talaga kami naging malapit na magkaibigan ni Mai. Siguro dahil Tan ang apelyido na at magkasunod kami sa upuan.

Noong una kong nakilala si Gia, magkasama n asila ni Isasi. Sa alala ko, magkapareho sila ng oras ni Gia ng PE kaya sila nagkasabay. Velez ang kanyang apelyido, isang upuan ang agwat mulas a akin. Ngunit dahil madalas na wala ang taong nasa gitna namin, maraming beses na rin kaming nagkakatabi. SIya ang unang taong nakasaksi ng aking mga attention deficiency tendencies at tinawag niya itong last row syndrome, dahil tuwing nakaupo lang kami ako inaatake ng aking tendencies.

Mabait, gwapo, baliw ngunit tunay na kaibigan, si Rikki ang kaisa-isang kaklase ko sa PE at ka-block ko pa. Dahil na rin dito, nakikita kaming magkasama tuwing Huwebes na siyang naging usap-usapan sa klase. Matapos ng ilang taon, napagalamanan naming dalawa na malayo pala kaming magpinsan, siya sa ina, ako sa ama.

Isa lang ang masasabi ko kay Christian, tapat na kaibigan. Siya ang kauna-unahang taong nakilala ko sa UST. Nakatabi ko siya noong nag-entrance exam at nakasabay ko rin sa confirmation at enrollment. Isang Biology major na may planong mag-doktor, si Chris ay isang performer na may kahinaan sa tagalog kaya nama’y naging unang unofficial student ko sa Filipino. Madalas kong nakakasama sa pananghalian, si Chris ang naging takbuhan ko sa lahat ng naging problema ko ng mga oras na iyon, mula sa mga chismis, pamilya, simbahan, pagkakaibigan at kahit pa buhay pag-ibig. Ilang beses na rin kaming nagpag-isipan dahil sa madalas ko siyang katext kapag walang kaming propesor.

Naaalala ko noong kinailangan namin nila Gia mag-report para sa klase naming sa Panitikang Pilipino. Hindi kami magaling umarte, ayaw rin naman naming magsalita na lang basta. Nagdala kami ng mga laruan (action figures, stuff toys, little soldiers) at ginamit naming puppet upang ikwento ang akda.

Naalala ko ang mga pagkakataong nakaupo kami ni Gia sa Colayco Park upang mag-dub kunwari sa mga taong nasa paligid namin, tulad na lamang ng nasa commercial ng Piatos. Ipinangako namin sa aming mga sarili na bago mag-graduation, pupunta kami sa isang spa.

Dalawa lang ang buhay ko sa UST, pag-aaral at kaibigan. Nakatutok ako sa pag-angat ng sarili, siguro dahil iyon ang dinidikta ng paligid ko, siguro dahil masyadong malakas ang kumpetisyon.

Gayonpaman, masaya naman talaga ako noong ako'y nasa UST at hindi ko na pinangarap pang umalis. Taon din ang binilang ko upang tuluyan ko nang matanggap na nasa ibang lugar na ako at iba na ang buhay naming magkakaibigan.

Napakaibang tao ko talaga noon. Napaka-materyaloso, elitista at hilig makibagay.

Kung hindi naman ako lumipat, hindi ko makikita ang buhay ng tao sa ibang perspektibo, sa isang pananaw na ang buhay ay para sa serbisyo sa kapwa. Paano ka magsisilbi sa ibang tao kung uunahin mo ang iyong sarili. Naging masakit nga sa akin ng umalis ako, pero kung titingnan ko din kung paano ako binago ng UP na gamitin hindi sa pangsariling kapakanan ang mga natutunan, hindi ko rin naman ito ipagpapalit.