Musika, aking natuklasang mag-isa.
Sa murang edad, hindi sumagi sa isip ko na matutong tumugtog o kumanta. Ngunit sa paglipas ng panahon, tuwing makaririnig ng mga awitin, hindi ko mapigilian ang kilgin at mamangha. Nagkaroon ako ng pakiramdam na mas mainam siguro kung ako mismo ang makagagawa ng mga tono na aking naririnig. Naglakas loob akong subukan ito.
Malaking papel ang ginampanan ng aming piano sa bahay. Tuwing walang magawa, tutugtog ako ng simpleng Do Re Mi at minsan ay mga random na nota. Mag-isa kong pinakinggan at mag-isa ring sinubukang kapain ang mga tono ng awitin upang matugtog sa piano. Makalipas ang ilang taon, umabot sa punto na nakababasa na ako ng mga chords at piyesa at nakatutugtog na rin ng gitara at drums. Naging libangan at pampatanggal ng pagod ang tumugtog sa bahay at maging sa aming paaralan. Umabot sa puntong nagamit ko rin ang talentong ito noong maging piyanista ako ng aming koro sa hayskul.
Sa aking pagkatutong tumugtog ng instrumento, SP meron ba?
Ang pagkanta sa una ay pangangailangan lamang sa akin. Sa aming paaralan, kailangang pumili ng club sapagkat parte ito ng kabuuang grado at sa isang koro ako nakapasok. Unti-unti ay natutunan ko nang maappreciate ang pagkanta kumpara sa pagiging obligasyon nito dati. Naging parte ako ng boses na bass hanggang makarating ako ng ikaapat na taon. Sa taon ding ito, ako ang hinirang nilang choir master sapagkat napalago ko na ang kaalaman ko sa pag-awit. Naging hamon sa akin ang paghasa at ang pagbuklod ng mga boses ng mga miyembro ng koro namin noon. Nagpatuloy ang aking kaalaman hanggang kolehiyo nang sumali ako ng mga koro sa kolehiyo tulad ng Himig Buklod.
Sa paglago ng aking kaalaman sa pagkanta, SP meron ba?
Sa pagkatuto ko ng sining ng musika, hindi ko mapigilian ang mapaisip sa kung saan ito nagmula. Inisip ko kung ipinanganak ba ako na may pagkiling na sa musika o produkto ba ito ng lipunan o paghubog ng iba. Sa una nakuntento ako sa sagot na marahil nasa akin na ito mula noong ako ay ipinanganak sapagkat ang pagkatuto ng musika ay nagawa ko nang mag-isa, walang pormal na pag-aaral at kusang pinagtrabahuhan. Sa mga panahong ito, inaamin ko na masyadong naging mababaw ang aking pananaw sa mga bagay-bagay, ipinatungkol ang lahat ng papuri sa akin at tila nagkaroon ng labis na tiwala sa aking sarili.
Ngunit sa pagdaan ng panahon, sa patuloy na pagninilay at sa pagtatagpo namin ng Sikolohiyang Pilipino, mas nakikita ko na ngayon ang kabuuang larawan sa aking kaalaman ng musika: may papel ang iba, hinubog ako ng lipunan.
Sa pagtugtog ng piano, ang papel ng ibang tao ay naging mahalaga pala: ang aking nanay na may kaalaman din sa piano at gitara na habang tumutugtog noong bata ako ay nabibigyan ako ng saya (Siya pala ang aking inspirasyon), aking tito na paminsan-minsang tumutugtog ng piano sa bahay na aking pinagmamasdan sa kanyang pagtugtog ng chords at kinapupulutan ko ng technique (Siya pala ang nagsilbing guro sa akin kahit di-tuwiran), ang mga piyanista sa aming koro dati na kung saan ko namasdan ang pagtugtog gamit ang piyesa (Sila pala ang kaibigang naging gabay ko sa pagkatuto), at ang koro kung saan ako ang naging piyanista (Ito pala ang nag-udyok sa akin na ipagpatuloy ito).
Sa pagkanta marami ring indibidwal ang nagkaroon ng mahahalagang papel sa pagkatuto ko nito: marahil ang aking mga magulang na sa paghele nila noong ako ay sanggol ay doon ko napupulot ang unang kaalaman ko sa pagkanta (Sila pala ang unang nagpakilala sa akin ng musika), ang lolo ko na dati ay pinapakanta ako upang siya ay makatulog (Siya pala ang isa sa mga inspirasyon ko), ang koro noong hayskul na kung saan ako naging puno (Sila pala ang nagbigay ng hamon kung saan pinaghusay ko ang aking kaalaman), ang Himig Buklod na nakasama ko ngayong kolehiyo (Sila pala ang nagpakita na may kasiyahan sa musika at mas magiging mahusay ang pagkanta kung magkakaisa).
Tunay ngang hindi maaaring ihiwalay ang sarili sa lipunan sapagkat patuloy kang hinuhubog nito. Kahit sa di-tuwirang paraan, maraming naibibigay na kaalaman at mahahalagang impluwensiya ang iba sa pagkatuto mo ng isang bagay. Hindi mo maaaring ikaila na sa iyo lahat galing kung ano ang meron ka sapagkat may papel ang mga nakapaligid sa iyo sa kung ano ang narrating mo ngayon.
Musika, aking tutuklasin nang may kasama.
-Mac Manalang
Bukid
UP Buklod-Isip
ABa(3De)KaDaNaPaLa!
Ngayong Agosto 2011, malugod namin kayong inaanyayahan na makilahok sa Buwan ng Anibersaryo ng BUKLOD-ISIP!
BALIKAN ANG HAMON. IPAGPATULOY ANG PAGTUGON.
For @seagreenlike <3
So far, yan pa lang yung nahahalungkat ko that’s 80s-ish. Do you have any ideas on how I can improve the outfit? Also, pano yung sa baba? Should I look for leggings (what color?) or do I settle with denim shorts of a darker wash?
For shoes, my friend’s willing to lend these:
A girl selling seafoods in the middle of vegetable stands.
Quiapo, Manila
I have fond memories of Quiapo. <3 The place is just bursting with life and variety, and there are so many stories that you could get from simply asking one or two questions. The ‘kasaysayan‘ of the people who toil its streets are as vivid as this picture.
I need to modify a headband, and put one large ribbon on it. Then acquire washed-denim shorts, a loose, large-print shirt and boots. That’d be 80s enough, right?
It’s been three weeks already into the campaign, and I’m dead beat with all the workload of going around the college, meeting new people in the dorms and speaking in front of a class, each period of each day… Yes, it’s tiring, but I can tell you right now - it is fulfilling.
Seeing what lies ahead makes me more idealistic. I’ve seen the people in this picture talk about what they could do in the USC, what they can act upon once elected and I could see the passion in their eyes. I grew admiration to these people because they are not only rational, they have this burning desire of getting the ball rolling. Every time we meet and talk about our day’s performance in the campaign, though tired from walking around the university, they make it a point to share learnings, what people in their classrooms had to say, and what they thought we need to spruce up once in council.
These people are our best option for the USC. I’m saying this not because I’m from Alyansa, but because I am a concerned Iskolar Para sa Bayan. We need leaders who not only talk the talk, but leaders who would make others realize that they’re in it as much as the leaders themselves are. This is the thing that lacks in the USC, making students empowered and realize that they are the USC.
In four days’ time, we would know what the pulse of the students are, the election of the USC would be start of real change, cliche as it may sound. Putting these people into the council would be the realization of this desire of changing the system, of revitalizing student involvement, of bringing renewed vigor into the University’s motto of HONOR and EXCELLENCE!
I hope fellow ISKOLARS PARA SA BAYAN would see that these people are our best option for the University Student Council. Kasama ka sa USC, kasama ka ISKOLAR PARA SA BAYAN!
A new research study paints a sobering picture for individuals raised in a poor environment.
Scientists found children from poorer families do worse in school, are less likely to graduate from high school, and are less likely to go to college.
Researchers found that differences in aptitude presented as early as age 2.
But it is not a genetic difference, rather something about the poorer children’s environment that keeps them from realizing their genetic potentials.
Past research has found that a gap between poor children and children from wealthier families opens up early in life, even before children enter formal education.
“Poor kids aren’t even doing as well in terms of school readiness — sounding out letters and doing other things that you would expect to be relevant to early learning,” said Elliot M. Tucker-Drob of the University of Texas at Austin, lead author of the paper. He and his colleagues, wanted to look even earlier — to see if they could find these differences in infants.
The researchers used data on about 750 pairs of fraternal and identical twins, from all over the country. The children’s mental abilities were tested at 10 months of age and again when they were 2 years old, with tasks like pulling a string to ring a bell, placing three cubes in a cup, matching pictures, and sorting pegs by color.
The children’s socioeconomic status was determined based on parents’ educational attainment, occupations, and family income.
At 10 months of age, children from poor families performed just as well as children from wealthier families. It was over the next 14 months that a gap emerged. By 2 years of age, children from wealthier families were scoring consistently higher than the children from poorer families.
The researchers went on to examine the extent to which genes were involved in the test scores. Among the 2-year-olds from wealthier families, identical twins, who share all of their genes, had much more similar test scores than fraternal twins, who share only half of their genes, thus indicating that genes were influencing their tests scores.
However, among 2-year-olds from poorer families, identical twins scored no more similar to one another than fraternal twins, suggesting that genes were not influencing their test scores. The researchers concluded that something about the poor children’s home life was suppressing their potential for cognitive development.
This study didn’t look specifically into why wealthy children improve more. It could be that poorer parents may not have the time or resources to spend playing with their children in stimulating ways.
A common goal of education policy is to decrease the achievement gap between poorer and wealthier children, said Tucker-Drob. “And I think the first step to achieving this goal is understanding the basis of these disparities,” he said.
The study is published in Psychological Science, a journal of the Association for Psychological Science.
This is exactly why we need to empower those who are less fortunate- to reach their full potential.
Friends VS. Best Friends
FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.
BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, “Run - beep - run!”
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FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
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FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried…just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
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FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story…
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FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME.”
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FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.
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FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.
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FRIENDS: when visiting, acts like a guest.
BEST FRIENDS: opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
Edited out a lot because I wanted to emphasize a few things, but most particularly the SP concept of ‘Mga Antas ng Pakikitunguhan’ or ‘Levels of Social Interaction’.
There are behaviors, especially salient in the Philippine context (biro, lambing,tampo) that are only appropriate, and by appropriate, I mean that these actions wouldn’t be misunderstood or that the social exchange outcome wouldn’t be awkward or come off as rude, only for particular levels.
┌ Pakikitungo (civility)
├ Pakikisalamuha (acquainting)
IBANG TAO ┼ Pakikilahok (participating)
├ Pakikibagay (adjusting)
└ Pakikisasama (conforming)
┌ Pakikipagpalagayang-loob (mutual trust)
HINDI IBANG TAO ┼ Pakikisangkot (involving)
└ Pakikiisa (oneness)
Interested? Read this.
“TAMPUHAN” BY JUAN LUNA one of my favorite filipino paintings/painters for lorilynn15 - hello thanks for the follow. been meaning to post this for a while now. :)
***The Tagalog term tampo has no English equivalent. Magtampo is usually translated as ‘to sulk’, but it does not quite mean that. ‘Sulk’ seems to have a negative meaning which is not expressed in magtampo. It is a way of withdrawing, of expressing hurt feelings in a culture where outright expression of anger is discouraged. For example, if a child who feels hurt or neglected may show tampo by withdrawing from the group, refusing to eat, and resisting expressions of affection such as touching or kissing by the members of the family. A woman may also show tampo if she feels jealous or neglected by her beloved. Tampuhan is basically a lovers’ quarrel, often manifested in total silent treatment or not speaking to each other.
The person who is nagtatampo expects to be aamuin or cajoled out of the feeling of being unhappy or left out. Parents usually let a child give way to tampo before he/she is cajoled to stop feeling hurt.
Usually, tampo in Filipino culture is manifested in non-verbal ways, such as not talking to other people, keeping to one’s self, being unusually quiet, not joining friends in group activities, not joining family outing, or simply locking one’s self in his or her room. x
Tampuhan by Juan Luna (by Iluminada Fajardo-Castigador)
(via popcornbutterfly)
I wonder if I could just submit this to @tumbuk, BuklodISIP’s tumblr… It screams SP but it’s not an original post. Hrmmm…
just because my car is maganda
and i have my yaya and manong driver lagi
it’s not like
i don’t like know how to ride a jeep
or make para when i ride a bus ‘di ba
why are you always making me lait?
just because my clothes are laging bago
and like they’re always from mango and zara
doesn’t mean like i got them at trinoma
or rockwell
or greenbelt
hello
this is like ukay kaya!
it doesn’t mean na
i don’t know how to make tawad
or make ipon my money
by not eating sa labas
and making uwi agad para
they won’t make me aya na to technohub
or to katip
so i can buy p250 lang na Nike
in greenhills.
so why are you always making me lait?
just because my baon is always like
pasta and chicken and beef
and i already ate na in via mare and
cafe ysabel and cibo
di naman ibig sabihin na
i never ate isaw or 6 pieces siomai or
pancit canton na instant in my life
i ate many times na before in the
kwek-kwek places in batasan kaya
with the suka the buko juice and the pipino!
my tiyan is not maselan, okay?
why do you always make me lait?
so how come you say na you’re
trying to not be mapanghati
especially to the madlang people
eh ako
just because i talk like this
and my life is not like theirs
sa akin
hindi niyo mapigilang maging mapanghati?
-Trizza Tolentino
I LMAO’ed
A better idea for next year’s Christmas party if the theme allows. I’m no longer the otaku I used to be- who’s the neko figure? I know Hello Kitty ;A; butbutbut Neko-chan~
Literally heart-stopping food, and a wall full of mementos of those arrested by clogged arteries. Chatting as a distractor task to keep the burn at bay. A stint of seriousness. The walk in the night. A dead rat. Up Dharma Down in the ride. Home.
Thank you, BTT Ate Trizza Tolentino- we shall do you proud and show you how we’ll weather the coming years.
Lets’ Batch 2010, we can do this.
I woke up at 5:05 in the morning to realize I slept with my glasses on.
My SP/Consti primer was right next to my face, open at the preamble.
“Oh,” I went. I didn’t realize I fell asleep while studying for my interview set this afternoon.
How long has it been since I signed myself up for UP Buklod-ISIP? I didn’t bother counting the months. I took them in stride- the various activities, the people I befriended, the concepts I’ve learned to inculcate and even the constitution I have come to know by heart.
I couldn’t say it was a struggle- in fact, I enjoyed the app process. It’s a bit meticulous and sometimes, even tedious, but there is learning every step of the way. What was first an alien concept became a principle I adhere to. A lot of strange faces are now those whom I consider friends. Sometimes I wonder if it’d be any different had I decided to join the year before. But I guess that goes without saying. I might’ve not been assigned to the same awesome buddy, or I wouldn’t have been as surprised to find out that a few of my upperclassmen from high school would be in the same organization. Meeting my lab partner wouldn’t have been as novel and spontaneous as getting my crush ‘crushed’ and renewed in the spirit of friendship and teasing. I most probably won’t be going through it with my blockmates had I applied when we were still Freshies. All I’m trying to say is, may it be by coincidence or fate, I’m simply happy I’ve applied in UP Buklod-ISIP this year.
When I finished with this afternoon’s interview, I couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief. I think I have no guarantee of immediately becoming a Saling Kid- I didn’t pour in as much effort as those very verbal of running as Wow Lets did. I know one thing though. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience. The first few SP workshops and pers sigs. Meeting and getting to know co-lets and the kids. The preparation for the Anniv month and the activities during Buklod’s birthday week. The GAs, the meetings with Himig, the ACLE, helping out at the Lets’ presentation. Hanging on till Anniv Night, starting with the 2nd sigs, going out for my buddy date, the expo trip to Quiapo. UP life suddenly had a leap of energy, and from the relatively stagnant pre-condition of just acads and a little bit of extracurriculars, I’ve gotten so much new information, learning and experiences that I never thought possible.
A few 2nd sigs included the question, ‘What’d you do if you didn’t pass Buklod?’ I have a number of things in mind, but right now, I’m suppressing the thought. I’d like to stay positive on this endeavor of joining UP Buklod-ISIP. I’d like to think that I’d pass the deliberations, the interviews and the other requirements. It’s the least I can do for all those who’ve supported me and cheered me on. My buddy, Lupapa, all the kids, really. My co-lets, and even the Bukboks I’ve gotten to really know- Kuya Maloy, for one.
I hope that my love for Buklod wouldn’t go unrequited. But as things go, I’m not really the one to know in the end. I’d have to wait patiently, just as it is in any affair/relationship.
