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Friday, August 9, 2013

Osaka-Kyoto, Japan: A trip of firsts

It was an experience that is forever etched in my memory. It's because it was not just my first time to fly, but it was my first time to see a world outside the Philippines, made even more exciting because it's not just a country, but "the" country home to animes, ramen, cherry blossoms, and world-renowned heritage sites.

Friendly Japanese couples in native Japanese costume at the Kyoto terminal station

It's all because of inspiration

The whole experience happened out of the inspiration I got from Dr. Maria Milagros C. Laurel, my professor at the University of the Philippines-Diliman (UPD), who encouraged me to submit a paper to international conferences. She would tell stories about her awesome trips abroad in class which she said she would not have done had she not attempted to respond to a call for paper.

At first, I was hesistant because I was just starting my Master's and I was almost clueless of the topics we discuss for the most part. I didn't have the confidence to do so primarily because of my fear of rejection. One time, Dr. Laurel, in one of those after-class talks while I usher her to the faculty center, told me that I need not fear being rejected because for one, it would be just me who will know when I get rejected, and that there are many other conferences out there to which I can submit my paper.

True enough, when I was told by my mentor in Southern Luzon State University (SLSU), Prof. Carmelita C. Placino, that the university needs faculty international presentations and that it offers financial assistance, I took the courage to submit the edited version of a paper I submitted in one of my subjects in UP. Luckily, it was accepted. I received the acceptance letter on valentines day, February 14, 2012.

The first paragraph of the acceptance letter reads:

On behalf of the conference chair, Professor XXX XXX, and the Chairman of the IAFOR International Advisory Board, Professor XXX XXX, I am pleased to write that your proposal "XXX”, having met the accepted international academic standards of blind peer review, has been accepted for Oral Presentation at ACLL 2012.

What struck me the most was the phrase "having met international academic standards of blind peer review". It was 12 midnight that time, and yet I leaped for joy not just because of the fact that my paper was accepted, but because I will have the chance to board a plane, and see Japan with my own eyes.

The next day, the first thing I did was to inform my mentor about the great news, which she reported to every person she meets. I felt like I was the star that day because I learned that nobody from my home college yet has presented a paper abroad. I immediately furnished the necessary papers needed to request for financial assistance. Time went by... a lot of things happened, and at one point, I almost thought that I will not be able to go after all that happened.

My grueling search for funding support

My request letter for financial assistance was left idle for weeks in the office of the research director. A month after I submitted the papers, I felt that I had to boldly ask them what's happening with my request. Only then did I learn that I have to furnish them a copy of the full paper, which I did a day after that. Eventually, my request was forwarded to the University president and I was told to seek funding from the Commission on Higher Education (CHEd).

I volunteered to submit the request myself directly to CHEd because I feared that it might take a while before they could send the papers. With a letter of recommendation from the University President, I handed in the papers to the concerned department in CHEd with high hopes that they can decide on the matter in a week's time. It was the first week of March, and the deadline for payment and registration for the conference was set on the first of April. On my way back home, I prayed that everything will go well so that the money I need to register will be in hands before the registration deadline.

Two weeks passed and I didn't get answers from CHEd. On March 28, three days before the deadline, I took the courage to call them to ask about my request. By that time, I felt so hopeless. I already accepted the fact that I will not be able to go anymore.The person on the other line seemed aware that a person by my name has a request pending in their office. However, she eventually broke the news that they can't provide me financial support because I was not a regular faculty member.

I don't know but there was something inside me that told me I have to do something about this - that there is still hope. When I went back to the faculty room, I decided to write another letter to my University president to inform her about CHEd's decision. I also informed her that the deadline of registration is fast approaching. It was in the afternoon that I sent the letter to her office and before the end of the day, I was called to report to her office.

When I got there, one of the friendly clerks in the office smiled at me and said, "Sir, naapprove yung request mo." I wanted to cry for joy. I wanted to kiss and hug her to express how delighted I was. I was given Php 60, 000, enough to cover my airfare and registration. I told myself that it may not be the full amount I was requesting, but it's a blessing altogether since those two are the most expensive items in my request.

I went back to tell them the great news. I immediately contacted one of my colleagues who had a credit card to register and pay the dues. The confirmation came in, yet I realized I still have to find about P 30, 000 for accommodation, allowance, visa fees, and others.

I tried asking support from politicians in my place, but I only got Php 500 from the councilor of Lucena City who heads the education committee in the Sangguniang Bayan. This was where it became clear to me that everything was the will of God. My mother offered to give me my allowance. The graduate school faculty member who asks me to edit papers of her research advisees gave me an early payment, and a few of my friends offered to lend me money. Thankfully, the money that my mom gave me and the money I got from my editing work were enough to pay for everything else that I needed.

The elusive Japanese Visa

I had my receipt of registration from the conference organizers. I already booked a flight to and from Kansai International Airport in Osaka. Everything was set except for my visa. After booking a flight on the first week of April, I then realized that I had to apply for a visa. I checked on the requirements for visa application and I thought back then that it's another big thing that might keep me from leaving despite all the money I spent for the trip.

I can't remember what happened after I booked a flight on the first week but all I know is that there were very good reasons why I still could not go to Manila to apply for a visa. I remember that I was only able to go to a travel agency which processes visa applications at SM Megamall on the 13th of April. The conference was set two weeks after that.

Inside the office of the travel agency, I heard stories of applicants not being granted of a visa because of several reasons. My problem then was that I didn't have the official letter of the sponsoring organization (written in Japanese). (It arrived while I was in Japan). All I had was the official acceptance letter and other documents stated in the travel agency's website.

When it was my turn, I was asked where the official letter of the sponsoring organization is, and I told them that it's only the acceptance letter that I had. She spoke to a Japanese who looked like the boss and when she went back to her post, she said she will try her best to convince the embassy for my visa since I already have the tickets and all. I left the office praying that everything will go well. My fear that time was what if they refuse to give me a visa, how will I give back the money I spent to the school? Where will I get P 60, 000?

That was one of the longest weeks of my life. The agent said that I have to wait for answers in seven days. She said that she will call me when there is something important that I needed to know. Three days, four days, five days passed and I never got any call from her, until the Saturday of that week, I was making myself busy and trying to forget about the visa. A delivery boy stopped by the gate of our neighbor. I went out to see whether it's not for me. He mentioned my name and I excitedly called on him to say that I was the person he was looking for. And boy, he was holding a small package, enough to fit my passport there.

The sender was the travel agency. I carefully yet nervously opened the package. It was my passport, and in one of the pages, my photo, which was superimposed on the beautifully-crafted Japanese visa, was beaming back at me as if rejoicing that it had finally reached its owner.

It was a time of ultimate joy. I told myself that nothing can stop me now from being on that plane, on that conference, and in Osaka and Kyoto, Japan on those days. I know that it was all God's will.

My first plane ride

A view of other planes from my window at NAIA Terminal 2

If I would reflect on how I reacted on the idea of riding a plane for the first on my flight to Osaka, I would see myself as if I was a kid on my first ride to a carousel. I asked the check in counter officer that I be seated near the window. I wanted to see the clouds in the four-hour flight. I wanted to see how people and houses get smaller and smaller from above. I wanted to calculate the speed of the airplane just by looking at the ground. But when we were high above the clouds, the only that that I had was the majestic view of the clouds.

Boulders of clouds made my first ride bumpy and scary, yet exciting altogether.

I took several pictures of it. My mom's story about airplanes being rocky when it crosses the area with boulders of clouds was true. At one point, I feared for a plane crash because it felt like a bus ride on a really bumpy road.

Sign at Kansai International Airport

After four hours, the flight crew announced both in English and Nihonggo that we were about to land at Kansai International Airport, Osaka, Japan. Kansai IA is the only airport in the world that sits on the largest man-made island in the world. The island was large enough that it is visible to satellite cameras. Ever since I learned this in a documentary in Discovery channel, I wanted to see and feel what it's like to step on a man-made island. To tell you the truth, it was ecstatic!

Kansai International Airport, Osaka, Japan

It was almost 9PM, Japan time when we got through the immigration and baggage collection station. Japan is an hour ahead with the Philippine standard time. I expected that my family was already waiting for my skype call by then.

Train ticket booths at Kansai Airport

We (I was with a classmate in MA) headed to the part of the airport where we can buy tickets and ride the Shinkansen (high-speed train). I hoped that the Philippines would one day make a connection with the airport and the MRT/LRT stations because the way it was in Kansai was really tourist-friendly. After buying the tickets and confirming to the train attendant that the train on one side of the platform is bound to Shin-Imamiya, the district where I booked a hotel, I comfortably sat on one of the seats.

It was like I own the train. I think it was the ast train to depart Kansai.

I was really tired by then, but I tried not to fall asleep because I had to take a look at the name of the station everytime on every stop just to make sure I don't miss my destination. After about an hour and a half, the announcer said in Nihonggo that the next station is Shin-Imamiya.

At one of the train stations

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Being different

I come from a categorically conservative culture that regards the positions and decisions of the elderly law that only they can break. I remember my high school classmate boldly asking our teacher one day about why teachers are prioritized by the canteen staff despite the long line of hungry students. Her answer was: “Mag-teacher ka muna.” [Be a teacher first.] And so, I did. 

However, the training I received to become a teacher, coupled with the values my family has strongly nurtured me with, taught me to become a good example to my students. I felt that what happened back then was utterly unfair.

I was reminded again of the same incident when I was waiting in line for my name to be called in the Registrar’s office of the University where I am teaching. One of my former students saw me and in a surprised tone, she asked me why I was waiting outside when I could step inside the office to personally get what I want without the hassle of waiting, just like others do. I told her that I don’t want to use my position to bypass the standard procedure. It seemed like she didn’t get the point, so I simply told her: "Iba ako e." [I’m different]. She continued walking, seemingly satisfied with the smile she let out before turning her back.

Despite being a young educator, I learned to believe that there is a dire need for social transformation in my country to happen. Unfortunately, we are usually discouraged with the cliché: change cannot happen overnight. But as I see it, it is true enough that we cannot expect change to happen overnight, especially when no one initiates to move mountains in order to overturn something that is considered a "norm".

I am not a perfect person, but at the time I have chosen this profession, I have similarly accepted the lifelong responsibility of augmenting efforts for the much needed reforms in my land. How could I do it on my own, you ask? Well, I have a growing army of people to promote and practice my cause. They are the would-be nurses, educators, engineers, agriculturists, accountants, psychologists and artists who may have learned more of my idealisms in class than what the standard syllabus dictates. In fact, some of them are already in the field practicing their professions.

In the 54 hours that we are together in one semester, I might have preached half of the time about what present society badly needs and what I expect them to become, which always boil down to doing simple things and hoping for a domino effect.

I tell them: The time you chose to enter the premises of this University to hone your potentials as professionals in your fields is the same moment when you chose to selflessly serve as an instrument of change for our nation. I continue by saying that they are some of the privileged few who are given the rare opportunity to pursue a college degree and earn a decent living in the long run, while a major portion of the population is dragged down to the sinkhole of poverty because of lack of access to education. It is but fitting that they give back what their country has spent so much for by simply doing a thing as simple as setting a good example to their younger counterparts.

I may be young and inexperienced, but I know that I have the energy and idealism to drive genuine development through the profession I consider a vocation. It’s all because I, together with my army of young change-makers, choose to be different.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Downpour of blessings

I thought my luck has bid me goodbye with the closing of my year, 2012, the year of the Dragon in the Chinese calendar. But what happened today just proves that the good things that happened to me last year may just be a series of icings in my career's cake.

It was 3PM and my classmates in German 10 and I decided to leave CAL 503 (our room) since it seems that our professor in the subject will not be coming anymore. UP's rule is that students can leave the room if their teacher don't come within the first 30 minutes of a 1 and 1/2 hour class. I felt that her absence today is a blessing in disguise because I haven't read my share in the colloquium in my MA class.

I decided to buy a can of ice cold coffee in a store in front of the Faculty Center. When I went out, I saw my former professor, who is known for her extremely high standards in the teaching-learning process especially among graduate students of the University. She is one of those professors who seems hard to please which makes earning a good grade in her class a proof that you are worthy to be called a UP student. I am lucky to have earned exceptionally good marks in the two MA courses I took with her.

I greeted her and when I was about to turn my back, she called me to tell me a very important matter. She asked me if there's someone who approached me already. Her first sentence immediately made me nervous. I asked her what she means. And she replied with a motherly tone: "Dr. Muhi (?) asked me for a graduate student in the program to present a paper in a colloquium, and I recommended you..."

I didn't know how I should reply, but what went out my mouth was Thank you po!, although at the back of my mind, I was thinking of how I could say no because it will surely be another thing to think about.

She told me that this Dr. Muhi prefers a graduate student in the program who is in the thesis stage, but she said that she reasoned that I already have presented papers abroad, and that she thinks she knows that I know what I am doing. "Kaya kapag may lumapit sa'yo at nagtanong tungkol don, e ako ang may kasalanan..." (So if someone approaches you and asks you about it, it's my fault.).

My mouth let out: "Thank you po talaga Ma'am. It's an honor in my part", coupled with that distinct smile. She told me that she'll send the whole information to me as a personal message in Facebook when she receives word about the conference.

I continued walking toward the store, but the thought seemed to be processed by my brain only then. I became excited at first, then I realized that the audience would most likely be fellow academics/ graduate students of the University of the Philippines-Diliman. The thought of being watched and most likely being scrutinized by the premiere academic community in the country is unbearable. I thought that having the guts to face them may turn out to be fatal to my blossoming career.

But the problem is, it seems like I didn't have a choice in the first place. As always, I just looked at the bright side. I tried to console myself for my looming career death by telling myself that I should be happy since they recognize my potential as a researcher, and that they are confident in my capabilities to carry out research in my program that deserves attention from language scholars in the field.

Then I started to question my capabilities. I tried to reflect and for me, what I have done and what I have achieved so far is nothing compared to the achievements of many people I know, some of whom I idolize, which leaves me thinking that I am not worthy of being recommended at all at this stage.

However, if I would say no to such an unexpected offer, which my mind later on realizes to be a wonderful opportunity, I might crush the heart of that great professor who believes in me. I tried to believe that this professor of mine would't really vouch for me if I haven't proven myself to be worthy of that recommendation.

And so, I was left with thanking our merciful God in heaven for another career-lifting and confidence-building opportunity he sent from above. Then I prayed that I wont disappoint the people who believe in me.

Well, I guess I have to ready myself for yet another year full of downpour of blessings.

To God be all the Glory!

Monday, February 27, 2012

How to teach English in College

Despite the rigid efforts teachers in college exert in their attempts to curb the seemingly questionable high school English education they supposed to have received, it is certainly impossible to expect significant changes to happen overnight. And by overnight, I mean one semester.

Read more about my advice on Philippine Daily Inquirer published last February 27, 2012:

In case you are curious about the article I commented in, you can read it here:

Monday, February 13, 2012

WorldWidevieW: The Age of Disposable Technology

The buying rate of tech products along with the pace of technological changes are re-defining man's history again, in a rather alarming way especially for the tight-budgeted populace. No statistics would be required to note that in a few month's time, the high-end gadget you bought today may land in the latter end of the endless list of products deemed forgotten by the modern and civilized world.

A friend once told me that a gadget's eye-catching and gossip-generating power lasts for two years. So if you are a self-confessed tech geek who fears of being labelled a primitive man for failing to catch up with the trend, you would have to "upgrade" a gadget by paying a biannual visit to your local tech store (which literally means to buy another one).

However, the frugal public is not solely being pressured by the product's losing "face value," but by the fact that there's a time when you just need to dispose it off because the product has reached the end of its life despite strictly adhering to all care instructions. This time of product maturity normally occurs after the one year limited warranty offered as a proof of product quality by manufacturers to clients. But somehow, the so-called "quality" of today's consumer technology is not anymore true to its value compared to those in the past (at least as far as I can recall).

When I was younger, I remember my parents boasting about a desk fan which was given to them as a gift on their wedding in 1987. The ever loyal desk fan, which was a year older than me, had been our family's constant companion on very hot summer days until we move to another house in 2001. My uncle asked for it after helping us transfer our things to our new house and after convincing my father that it's not a good idea to bring along old things in a new house. From then on, I never heard of the faithful desk fan again. But those were 14 memorable years. The electric fans that graced our home are all history now.

In the year 2001, my mother bought me my first ever phone. It was the classic Nokia 3310, the ever-faithful mobile phone that stood all the test time could ever give for a gadget. It became the family phone until my youngest sister lost it on her way home in 2007.

But in 2010, I received the mobile phone my eyes pried on for several months as a Christmas gift. The mobile phone was then the best-seller of a prominent company. It was even labelled in a few reviews as "cellphone ng bayan" [public's mobile phone]. My colleagues at work even bought the same model as a year-end gift for themselves.

However, before the end of 2011, it started showing signs of breakage. I needed to shout during calls for the other end to hear what I say. I learned that my colleague's phone is even in a worse condition. She can't use it at all for calls because both the speaker and microphone failed. The only choice for both of us was to buy yet another mobile phone as a personal gift last Christmas. And now, I'm crossing my fingers in hope that I would enjoy the two-year grace period my friend was telling me about for a gadget.

I am certain that my story is only one among the many silent ones out there. Though modern life is now equated with the ownership of high-end devices, on top of the ever deteriorating quality of life in the country, typical consumers like me are one in hope that this realization is not the result of unethical capitalist practice but just a genuine question of care on the part of consumers.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Creative Juices: Poem: Second Chance

I found this still posted on my bedroom wall, written in a yellowing half side of a legal-sized bond paper. This was the first English poem I wrote, and if my memory serves me right, the only one so far. I wrote this in our Stylistics class back in college. The requirement was to produce a short poem out of five words/ phrases we picked from a box with several strips of paper. The words/phrases I picked were: bottle, fame, vigor, lion's heart, and sunshine. Though this was a product of a time-bound activity, whenever I read this, it feels like I'm reading it again for the first time.


He rose from beneath the surface of forgotten plain.
His bottled fame with pungent shame,
Left him naked, off to the thorny grass
Now weeding, now fading.
He rose to watch the bright sunshine aglow,
Which spring commence, with bare lamence
With eyes full of vigor as a lion's heart,
Here he comes rising, never he shall part.

I can't exactly remember the emotion that triggered me to let out these words. But what I know is, I was then trying to prove something.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

WorldWidevieW: "An hour of video is uploaded to Youtube every second"

This is yet another reason why we should take every moment in our lives a valuable learning process.
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