for them to jive altogether is part and parcel of my job. Even if I despise doing the work, I have to embrace my situation with much gusto for me to keep up with the job description. Truly, some of the best things worth laughing about are the ironies in life we are left to deal with.
But looking back, my situation was no laughing matter. For months that I have struggled to keep this section afloat while balancing my social and personal life, tasks kept on piling up to the extent that my performance drooped. Sleepless nights did not produce fruitful results and I started to question if finishing school works would really grant me my diploma-my one-way ticket to success. Brought by this perception, I treated school works as the least of my priorities, eventually adding insult to injury as the cycle repeats again.
Some of those whom I confided my troubles with told me to quit. Even my other half urged me to do so but I did not have the heart to follow for I took my biggest joke seriously. Admittedly, I learned to love it even if it ate much of my time and concern.
With a sigh of relief, I would like to thank my friends who managed to keep me insanely sane whenever things spiral out of control. I hope that the bond we formed will transcend beyond the walls of the University and will surpass the bottles of beers we merrily tumbled down (this also goes to my block mates).
On a personal note, I would like to express my gratitude to certain people. To Jhiz, my constant buddy who imparted to me the concept of yin yang and balance, thank you for those countless moments you accompanied me upon my request-mostly for persuading (and eventually inspiring) me to finish my school works. I do hope that you will start to apply the concept of yin yang in your state of living as concerned people are fretful over it. To Jenn, who kept on pestering me with deadlines from group works to publication matters for the last four years, amid the previous advices I gave about the things you ranted about, here is a final advice reminiscent of a play by a small theatre group: “Bawal sumuko (pero) pwede sumuka.” If you take those words by heart and never lose sight of what is important whenever you are faced with a dilemma, you will never go wrong. To Paolo, my breath of fresh air in this chaotic world, I will always cherish the idle times we spent together in conversations about anything and everything under the sun.
I would also like to express my gratitude to Ate Rose-An, the former editor in chief of the Flame, for believing in my capabilities when she assigned me this post. To my writers under the Issues section who managed to meet my demands, I salute all of your hard work. I do hope that you learned something from me and that those lessons somehow overcome my lapses as your editor. However, I would like to instill that we can only savour the success of our endeavours when we manage to tickle the lost sense of liberalism and assertiveness of the Artlets students through the stories we painstakingly write. Treasure this section with high ideals.
Finally, to you my dear readers who managed to stomach this written piece, here is the fruit of our labor that goes with the hope of implanting a question to your subconscious about pressing issues in our Faculty. Our liberalism may have waned through the years made evident by the numerous “no response”, “no comment”, and “off-the-record” responses we received from random sources, but I would like to reiterate that being liberal is to speak and to act coming from a strong good moral standpoint. Do not hold back in voicing your concerns that matter to this Faculty. Take it from me who hated issues but was able to unearth one issue after another (at least in my term), and saw it all, together with my writers to tell the tale-the issues of our time.
Dear John Neil,
How are you? I hope you have finally found your way through your paper works since the last time we talked over Facebook last year, you said, “Kung ikaw lumalangoy sa papel, ako nalulunod na.”
As of this writing, I am still swimming in a major paperwork. Thesis still lingers at the back of my head and I am really anxious whether or not I will graduate on time. Adding up to my anxiety is the dreary thought of acquiring a Failure due to Absences (FA) status in some of my classes.
Likewise, I am proud to say that after four years since we made the pact, everything is now slowly becoming full circle. You know that I was not thrilled when I made it into Journalism. I could not remember what exactly you told me, but what I remember is that if I become a journalist, I must write you a letter.
Since then, I already made that an end in mind. I joined publications because I thought that being part of a publication is tantamount to becoming a journalist. I aspired to become an editor and I worked hard for it because I have long since visualized writing and dedicating a portion of my column as my thank you letter.
But the quest to attain my goal was never easy. During sleepless nights, I found myself staring blankly at Microsoft Word in pursuit of finishing articles and paper works, all while thinking of giving up. Fortunately, I did not.
Does this letter prove any good? Aside from it being a testament to our agreement, it also brings justice to my parents who supported my studies even if they liked me better off in any business-related course. Lastly, the fact that I ended up where I am now proves that in God’s time, everything will fall into its right place. I am forever grateful to our pact, to my parents, and to Him because when I almost lost track of my goal, the thought of you gave me the courage to keep going.
I do not want to get your hopes up but if ever I do not become a journalist, just wish me luck in whatever path I pursue in the same manner that I wish you success in all of your endeavors. I am still hopeful that we can pursue our Bicol trip and future numerous getaways with the rest of the gang. On a final note, I wish to sing Hakuna Matata throughout our lives-amid all my reigning doubts and pessimism-as well as the song I sang years ago with you guys. Cheers! - Elizabeth F
YR 47 Issue 1 2011
Hakuna Matata KRISTINE ELIZABETH B. DIHIANSAN, Issues Editor
LIFE is a joke and the joke is in our hands, my friend once said. Believe it or not, one of the biggest jokes that occurred during my four-year stay here at the Faculty of Arts and Letters (Artlets) was when I originally entered as a literary writer of this publication-in hopes of honing my literary skills-but ended up as the editor of its Special Reports section. Because of this sudden turn of events, I often find myself saying, “Ayoko ng issues pero issues ang lumalapit sa akin.”
Four years ago, I was not a true blue Artlets student and I did not care about meddling with the affairs of the Faculty. I never wished to study in this University, more so to graduate with a Bachelor of Arts degree. Now that I am bound to obtain my diploma, I have yet to confess that out of the many rants aforementioned, two things remain true-I am still not a true blue Artlets student and I still do not care about the affairs of the Faculty.
So what happened to the joke and to the remainder of my truth? Their combination is “one heck of a ride.” Sometimes they crash, but the need
An open letter
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