Monday, September 02, 2002
THE FINAL TERM BEGINS
Carpe Noctem (Seize the Night) - Week #13
NOTE: this is a post that is made prior to moving back to the dorm and is usually posted on sunday nights.
If the Preliminary Term was meeting new friends and applying for Organizations. If the Mid Term was drawing the lines between Organizations and Academics. The Final Term has got to be where an organized system and routine is set up. From Jogging on Tuesdays and Thursdays with Joel to passing Articles in at the [Heraldo Filipino] before the deadline, things have got to be more scheduled and concentrated.
The Mid Terms last week wasn't so bad in terms of disasterous. It should be able to steer my grades back on the rebound after the Preliminaries in July. To let you all know if you are confused, there are three sets of exams for a semester. The "Prelims", the "Midterms", and the "Finals".
Last week was all exam studying, ghost hunting, and Crash Bandicoot Racing. This incoming week should be the results of last week's tests. And the very start of the Final term of the First Semester.
Events this week? For my JOU1-1 class, there aren't any I believe. For my Organizations, there are some events. On the first two days of the week, I will be working on editing an article I made for the next release of the LaSalleño. On Wednesday, it is the KTS. Some kind of performance event which involves singing, dancing, and acting. [VPAPU] will be working with this event. And throughout the week, I'll be on alert if the [AB Com Channel] will call it's members into action.
* * *
Now, something different. A serious revelation that has appeared this weekend.
Trouble.
You got that right. Trouble. My dad returned to the United States to start training for his job as a Merchant Marine. He left last June and throughout September he'll be training in Virginia and New Jersey. The WTC and Terrorist Attacks of last September 2001 would be disasterous if it would repeat or had happened this year with my dad there.
That's not the problem though.
While he's in the United States, his wife and two kids are here in the Philippines. My dad, is the only one who wanted to live in the Philippines in the first place. My mom, wanted what was best for her children. My dad, just wanted whatever he wanted in the start. His ambition was to sit back and tend to a garden, plant vegtables in the backyard, and probably to just do that.
He's acting like he's 70 or something. He's only in his late 40s for goodness grief. He led his family to the Philippines. He was far different from most other Filipino servicemen in the US Armed Forces. My dad retired to the Philippines while others took their golden opportunity to retire to the states and enjoy life there.
We've been living in his burden for the past three years. I never wanted to live in the Philippines. I love the Philippines to visit it, to go places, take pictures, and fly back out. I wasn't born and raised in the Philippines. My lifestyle will always be different from most others. The only things that kept me here and kept me sane this far was the friends I've met and just recently, the Career options opening up before me.
I'll go straight to the point now. With my dad gone, we are always experiencing the true side of the exterior family. My mom is loving, caring, and wants everyone to be okay. Her relatives, about 80% of them... have lied to her face and have done so much wrong to her.
Things have gotten worse. My dad has been away to the states for almost 80 days, the longest he's been gone from my mom since the early 1980s. The longer my dad is gone, the worse the situation gets. So worse, it's now this story is the reason I've started to carefully think things over.
Flat out simple... the only thing keeping me in the Philippines are my friends and my career options.
Flat out simple... the things pushing me away aren't mosquitos, isn't the heat, but by the weight of drama and conflict, problems and chaos my relatives do to my mom.
When my dad wanted to live here, I resisted. But along the way I adjusted. Then I said I'll have to make the best of it. A new business for my parents in the Philippines, a finished house complete from security alarms, retracting garage door, to even new silverware and plates. And of course, two nice cars. A nice second-hand vehicle for my parents and brother, and... a car of my own.
That was the ambition. That was the future I saw. A beautiful and sunny Sunday morning and the interior family of four driving to Church in Tanza. Then returning home to the finished house and to start whatever business we have that day.
That vision should have been life five years from now.
But with the current problems. We will never reach that. It's impossible. With the lies, deceit, and problems. With the poverty line that I brutally define those mean relatives of mine. Just because we came from the states doesn't mean we are filthy rich and can buy anything we want. Because the truth is, we can't. None of my parents have worked for three years. The only thing feeding us is my dad's pension. My dad's pension isn't high, and is only enough to pay for the basic things like food, bills, and tuition fees. There's no cash to buy a car, to finish our house. At the same time the fucking beggars keep coming in... playing nice, hurting my mom, deceiving her, deceiving me.
My brother's Game Boy Color and some games were stolen, suspects show a poker face.
Relatives who said "we'll pay you back" don't pay back, and never show up.
Last week my mom found missing screws to a window in my house, an incomplete break-in.
Although there are the few and very loyal, kind, and loving relatives who support my mom. I don't trust any of them.
None of my stuff has been taken or damaged yet. But if it ever happens... I will sought chaos on them.
I've had ENOUGH.
* * *
Cheers to a Good week at DLSU-D! And Prayers to my mom and brother, who will live it out again in the house this week against the clutches of those fucking and lazy "jobless" assholes.
Carpe Noctem (Seize the Night) - Week #13
NOTE: this is a post that is made prior to moving back to the dorm and is usually posted on sunday nights.
If the Preliminary Term was meeting new friends and applying for Organizations. If the Mid Term was drawing the lines between Organizations and Academics. The Final Term has got to be where an organized system and routine is set up. From Jogging on Tuesdays and Thursdays with Joel to passing Articles in at the [Heraldo Filipino] before the deadline, things have got to be more scheduled and concentrated.
The Mid Terms last week wasn't so bad in terms of disasterous. It should be able to steer my grades back on the rebound after the Preliminaries in July. To let you all know if you are confused, there are three sets of exams for a semester. The "Prelims", the "Midterms", and the "Finals".
Last week was all exam studying, ghost hunting, and Crash Bandicoot Racing. This incoming week should be the results of last week's tests. And the very start of the Final term of the First Semester.
Events this week? For my JOU1-1 class, there aren't any I believe. For my Organizations, there are some events. On the first two days of the week, I will be working on editing an article I made for the next release of the LaSalleño. On Wednesday, it is the KTS. Some kind of performance event which involves singing, dancing, and acting. [VPAPU] will be working with this event. And throughout the week, I'll be on alert if the [AB Com Channel] will call it's members into action.
* * *
Now, something different. A serious revelation that has appeared this weekend.
Trouble.
You got that right. Trouble. My dad returned to the United States to start training for his job as a Merchant Marine. He left last June and throughout September he'll be training in Virginia and New Jersey. The WTC and Terrorist Attacks of last September 2001 would be disasterous if it would repeat or had happened this year with my dad there.
That's not the problem though.
While he's in the United States, his wife and two kids are here in the Philippines. My dad, is the only one who wanted to live in the Philippines in the first place. My mom, wanted what was best for her children. My dad, just wanted whatever he wanted in the start. His ambition was to sit back and tend to a garden, plant vegtables in the backyard, and probably to just do that.
He's acting like he's 70 or something. He's only in his late 40s for goodness grief. He led his family to the Philippines. He was far different from most other Filipino servicemen in the US Armed Forces. My dad retired to the Philippines while others took their golden opportunity to retire to the states and enjoy life there.
We've been living in his burden for the past three years. I never wanted to live in the Philippines. I love the Philippines to visit it, to go places, take pictures, and fly back out. I wasn't born and raised in the Philippines. My lifestyle will always be different from most others. The only things that kept me here and kept me sane this far was the friends I've met and just recently, the Career options opening up before me.
I'll go straight to the point now. With my dad gone, we are always experiencing the true side of the exterior family. My mom is loving, caring, and wants everyone to be okay. Her relatives, about 80% of them... have lied to her face and have done so much wrong to her.
Things have gotten worse. My dad has been away to the states for almost 80 days, the longest he's been gone from my mom since the early 1980s. The longer my dad is gone, the worse the situation gets. So worse, it's now this story is the reason I've started to carefully think things over.
Flat out simple... the only thing keeping me in the Philippines are my friends and my career options.
Flat out simple... the things pushing me away aren't mosquitos, isn't the heat, but by the weight of drama and conflict, problems and chaos my relatives do to my mom.
When my dad wanted to live here, I resisted. But along the way I adjusted. Then I said I'll have to make the best of it. A new business for my parents in the Philippines, a finished house complete from security alarms, retracting garage door, to even new silverware and plates. And of course, two nice cars. A nice second-hand vehicle for my parents and brother, and... a car of my own.
That was the ambition. That was the future I saw. A beautiful and sunny Sunday morning and the interior family of four driving to Church in Tanza. Then returning home to the finished house and to start whatever business we have that day.
That vision should have been life five years from now.
But with the current problems. We will never reach that. It's impossible. With the lies, deceit, and problems. With the poverty line that I brutally define those mean relatives of mine. Just because we came from the states doesn't mean we are filthy rich and can buy anything we want. Because the truth is, we can't. None of my parents have worked for three years. The only thing feeding us is my dad's pension. My dad's pension isn't high, and is only enough to pay for the basic things like food, bills, and tuition fees. There's no cash to buy a car, to finish our house. At the same time the fucking beggars keep coming in... playing nice, hurting my mom, deceiving her, deceiving me.
My brother's Game Boy Color and some games were stolen, suspects show a poker face.
Relatives who said "we'll pay you back" don't pay back, and never show up.
Last week my mom found missing screws to a window in my house, an incomplete break-in.
Although there are the few and very loyal, kind, and loving relatives who support my mom. I don't trust any of them.
None of my stuff has been taken or damaged yet. But if it ever happens... I will sought chaos on them.
I've had ENOUGH.
* * *
Cheers to a Good week at DLSU-D! And Prayers to my mom and brother, who will live it out again in the house this week against the clutches of those fucking and lazy "jobless" assholes.
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