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Monumento: Out of the Way ang Idealism

Monumento
image credit:Aye dela Cruz

Since naipatayo ang Roosevelt Station ng LRT-1, doon na ko lagi sumasakay everytime pupunta ako sa UN Avenue, sa Mall of Asia or parts of Caloocan, Pasay, and Manila. Mas convenient kasi. Nakakaupo ako, komportable at hindi kailangang makipagpalitan ng mukha sa dami ng mga pasahero. Iyan ang benefit ng pinakadulong train station. Every time din na sumasakay ako sa LRT1, nadadaanan ko lagi si Andres Bonifacio, kasama ang kanyang Band of Nameless Katipuneros.

Alongside Bonifacio, kinikilala rin nating bayani ang lumpo ngunit matalinong si Apolinario Mabini, ang femme fatale na si Gabriela Silang, ang mga manunulat na sina Lopez-Jaena at Marcelo del Pilar. Siempre, hindi mawawala sa list si Gen. Gregorio del Pilar dahil sa kanyang last stand sa Tirad Pass para lang mabigyan ng pagkakataong makatakas mula sa mga Amerikano si Gen. Aguinaldo.

Hindi lang naman si Bonifacio ang may monumento. Karamihan sa mga bayani ng ating bansa ay immortalized sa kanilang mga bantayog at sa mga history books na pinag-aaralan natin mula elementary hanggang College.

Pero isa si Bonifacio sa may pinakamaraming fans hanggang ngayon. Kung masusunod nga ang mga fans na ito eh, siya ang magiging National Hero at hindi si Jose Rizal. Sadly, na-cut short ang kanyang Revolutionary career dahil sa paghatol sa kanya ni Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo. Sabihin na nating wala siyang naipanalong battle against the Spaniards. Pero isa siyang master organizer: kasama siya sa founding members ng La Liga Filipina, ang organization na binuo ni Rizal.

My Yuppie Story 3 – First Job, First Salary, First Phone, and Other Firsts

I graduated with a degree of BA Political Science from the University of the Philippines, Diliman, back in 2003. I started working in June 2003. That means, I’ve been in the workforce for 11 years. So, I decided to look back at my yuppie story and share it through this blog. This can be a pretty long series, so I hope you join me in this ride.

Part 1 is here: Into the Unknown
Part 2 is here: Into the Province

Three weeks after I went home from Quezon City, a lot of my boxes sat unopened in my room in San Mateo, Isabela. I was still high with idealism: I’m going to change the world. And I’ll start in that town, somehow.

Beyond that vague feeling, however, I had no idea what I would be doing next.

Still, it felt good to be home. (Cue music: Home by Daughtry)

Mama’s cooking is definitely miles ahead of anything that Jollibee or UP’s Lutong Bahay could offer me. My younger brother, who was then in Grade 2, was always there for me to tickle and play with. Papa was very busy with church work, but he was a strong and steady presence in my life at that stage that I was figuring out what I wanted to do.

Writing Down My Plans

Back in my second semester in College, I decided to keep a journal. I realized the importance of doing that, thanks to my Comm 1 teacher who “coerced” us to write 5 pages of loose leaf paper daily! I hated her that first semester. But after that sem, I changed my mind and thanked her, instead. (But that’s another story for another time.)