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#TalkOnTW: Ang huling SONA ng PNoy

MULING ibinida ni Pangulong Benigno Simeon Cojuanco Aquino III ang mga naging tagumpay ng kanyang administrasyon sa kanyang pinakahuling State of the Nation Address (SONA).

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MULING ibinida ni Pangulong Benigno Simeon Cojuanco Aquino III ang mga naging tagumpay ng kanyang administrasyon sa kanyang pinakahuling State of the Nation Address (SONA).

Sa pagbabalik-tanaw ni Aquino sa nakaraang limang taon niya bilang Pangulo, kanya ding inalala ang pagre-resign ng dating Ombudsman Mercedita Gutierrez habang nahaharap sa isang impeachment complaint, at ang pagkaka-impeach sa dating Chief Justice Renato Corona. Ani niya, ito daw ay dahil sa kanyang platapormang “tuwid na daan.”

Ipinagmalaki niya ang mga proyektong katulad ng Pantawid Pamilyang Pilipino Program, Public Private Partnerships, mga bagong gawang imprastraktura, pagmomodernisa ng kapulisan at ng militar, K to 12 program, at flood control.

Kanya ding ipinagmalaki ang mga batas na naipasa sa ilalim ng kanyang administrasyon, gaya ng Philippine Competition Law, Sin Tax Reform Law, at ang kontrobersiyal na Responsible Parenthood and Reproductive Health Act.

Ibinilin niya sa Kongreso na agarang ipasa ang Fiscal Incentives Rationalization Act, ang Unified Uniformed Personnel Pension Reform Bill, ang Proposed 2016 General Appropriations Act, o ang national buget para sa susunod na taon, ang Bangsamoro Basic Law, at ang Anti-Dynasty Law.

Kapansin-pansin na hindi nabanggit ng Pangulo ang Freedom of Information Act (FOI) na kabilang sa kanyang plataporma. Hindi niya rin nabanggit ang 44 na Special Action Force (SAF) troopers na namatay sa engkwentro sa pagtugis nila sa mga teroristang sina Zulkifi bin Hir alias Marwan at Basit Usman, sa kabila ng pagmamalaki ni Aquino na na-“neutralize” ang dalawa sa ilalim ng kanyang administrasyon.

Tila’y pinasaringan din ni Aquino ang Unibersidad sa pagtutol nito sa isang proyekto kung saan gagawing catch basin ng baha ang ilalim ng UST Field, na isang National Cultural Treasure.

Ano kaya ang masasabi ng mga Tomasino tungkol sa huling SONA ni Aquino?

Kuha ni Patrick Palencia

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‘Why are you so hateful?’

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Often after the publication of a scathing critique or an explosive exclusive on TomasinoWeb, several individuals would go on Twitter and comment on how the article is supposedly seething with hatred. Of course, the commentaries from Twitter are usually less eloquently worded — some simply say, “this article is full of hate” — but regardless of the lack of linguistic finesse, the message they are trying to communicate is clear: The people behind the official digital media organization of this University is propagating hate.

But first, let us define “hate.” According to the ever-trusty Merriam-Webster Dictionary, hate is “intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury.”

Looking back at my last year in the University, I have felt all three sources of hate: I have been afraid of not finishing my degree, of not accomplishing my thesis, of failing to submit crucial requirements, of failing TomasinoWeb, and of failing myself. I have been angry at incompetent groupmates, at heavy traffic and LRT disruptions, at jeepney drivers who insist that I have not paid, at friends, at my family, and at myself. Many times over the past year, I found myself hurt by the product of my shortcomings — all the failures haunted me at night and it made me angry, it made me afraid, and the cycle of hatred continued.

Even beyond the personal, I also felt fear, anger and a sense of injury.

I feared policies and systems in place which only served to repress people. I was angry at those too, and even furious at people who were capable of addressing these unrestrained exercises of power, but chose to turn a blind eye or worse, participate — all for their personal gain. I felt hurt and betrayed by these people, some of whom I believed and trusted in and eventually voted for. Moreover, I was hurt during times when I, TomasinoWeb, members of the campus press, ordinary students and ordinary citizens became targets of repression.

Perhaps, people were correct to tell me that I was hateful: I hated systems that oppress and repress people. I hated the people who continue to enable and perpetuate these systems. But is it wrong? Is it morally incorrect to feel repulsion towards injustice?

During our retreat at Caleruega in Batangas, we were told of a quote by anti-Nazi German theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer: “Silence in the face of evil is evil itself: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.”

When our block went to Pansol, Laguna for a swimming trip, I and The Varsitarian Editor-in-Chief Kathryn Baylon got to talk while we splashed around in the hot spring pool. At one point in our intoxicated babble, we told each other that we have developed a dislike for our job. It is far too demanding for hardly any recognition. We had to deal with staffers, complaints from readers and deadlines while dealing with papers and projects for our classes. We could have chosen the life of an ordinary Journalism student at the Faculty of Arts and Letters. We could have quit earlier and lived a quieter collegiate existence. It was just easier to not care about pressing issues in the University.

But as much as we disliked doing our job, we did it anyway. Both of us felt that we were morally obliged to our publications and to the students. We needed to tell stories — both good and bad — not because we were serving an agenda or we hated the subjects of our stories. Kathryn put it best, “Baka kasi mahal pa rin natin ito.”

I believe that there is no love which is not difficult, and loving this University is no different. It was hard to love an institution marred by controversies and I would have to admit that at one point, I found myself saying that I hated this institution — but UST taught me better. Early on, I learned that hate is not the opposite of love, but indifference. Apathy is the antithesis of compassion and not antipathy.

Turning a blind eye is easier than gluing both eyes and telling stories. But I cannot bear the heavy burden of indifference, especially if I love this institution so much that I want it to change for the better.

A mother does not hate her drug-addicted son if she turns him in to the police. Love is what moved her to choose losing constant contact with her son rather than allow his self-destructive lifestyle to continue. It is a difficult kind of love, but it is a noble one.

Xave Gregorio, Editor-in-Chief

At this point, I would like to thank my parents for loving me so much that they sent me to UST and spent a hefty sum of money to earn a degree of my own choice. Thank you for feeding, clothing and sheltering me, and for constantly guiding and affirming me, especially in times when I felt lost and worthless.

I am grateful for the love of Lorenzo Gantuangco that had kept me moving. These past two years would have been far more difficult without you.

I thank Roselle Habana, Michelle Del Agua, Armando Razon, Penny Cuenca, Marla Papas, Tovy Bordado and Anna Mogato for their various expressions of love. You are people I could always count on. Trust that you can always count on me too.

To the crazy kids of 4JRN1, I love all of you. I am proud of what we have achieved. I know that we can get to greater heights.

My fellow TomasinoWeb editors and Core officers, I admire the love that you have poured out for our organization to keep it running. For those who will remain and become the next set of editors and officers, I hope you exhibit the same love that we have shown. Make TomasinoWeb your partner (or third party, if you already have a partner.)

To my teachers from nursery up to my senior year in college, your love for educating students put me where I am now. Thank you for everything.

Finally, for my fellow Thomasian graduates, always be moved by love to speak out against injustice and to serve the people.

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Remember to remember yourself

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After four grueling years, my college days have come to an end. My stay in the University of Santo Tomas has concluded, and with a heavy heart, I bid my home goodbye. If anything, this has a personal touch. I am writing this piece for Thomasians I will be leaving behind because there is so much that I want to impart.

Having graduated as an achiever in elementary, I entered high school with a head held high. I was enrolled in one with a science curriculum, so I felt highly and remarkable. I thought I was invincible, that I can do anything. Two months in, however, and I knew I was wrong. Suddenly I was slapped with the brutal reality that I cannot do and process a lot of things. I’m not wholly good in Physics, my brain isn’t wired for Biology, and General Chemistry is Greek to me. I was failing my math subjects, and my sciences started to look grim. Because of these, the way I looked at myself changed — I felt dumb, and I often compared myself with others. How did they get a 95, when all I got was 70? I then developed a habit of always looking down on myself. I never expected that I will be able to achieve something, let alone be enough for anything. I started hating myself for the things I couldn’t do.

I brought this negativity with me in college. Because I met new people, I had to set up the pretentious façade of happiness. Don’t we all? We engage in the thought of setting up a new persona just because we entered a new stage in life. Unfortunately, the thought backfired. On the outside, I was happy and carefree. In actuality, however, I grew more emotionally distant, and more dangerously comparing. On the other hand, the expectations people had for me stuck, and I dragged each of them as if they’re heavy weights.

Imee Advincula, Vice President for Publicity and Communications

As both a motivation and an inspiration to work harder, I used my self-disappointment and others’ expectations to propel myself forward. I engulfed myself with the reassuring thought of doing things for those who believed in me. In my journey towards my erroneous notion of success, I experienced testing not my mental and emotional limits, but my physical health. I came to know the feeling of being awake for 52 hours, the palpitations that come after consuming three Red Bulls and five coffees, the hellish pain of having consecutive episodes of tension headaches. I reached my breaking point, and I even stood on top of it. I gave my all, hoping that the negativity will leave my mind.

Guess what? They didn’t.

Pressure flashed through me. Self-doubt creeped in. Disappointment came in waves. Fun fact: I can’t swim. I sank even lower, and I drowned.

And maybe, just maybe, that is my biggest mistake. I focused on all the wrong things. I got so lost in the cycle that I forgot what truly mattered. Don’t get me wrong — education matters. Experience matters. Success obviously matters. But I became too obsessed with all the “important” stuff that I lost sight of myself. I became too committed to being competent and compassionate for others that I disregarded any compassion I should have for myself. I traded my peace for anxiety, my calm for distress.

As I entered Senior year, I concentrated in healing myself. I let go of all my worries, and I positively accepted everything that came my way. I returned the value, confidence, and self-respect I denied myself for three college years. It’s hard, and I haven’t fully recovered yet. I am recuperating, and I am having better days.

Thus, I say this to you who will be left behind: please do remember to value yourself. Your worth as a human being is not tantamount to the numbers they use to evaluate you, and your success as a person is not dependent on the number of expectations you meet. It feels good to be committed, competent, and compassionate, but it’s completely alright if the person you are wholeheartedly compassionate for is yourself. Just enjoy the process, study carefree, and do not mind what others think, as long as you’re not doing anything wrong.

The world is vast, and much lie beyond. There will be harder times. Remember yourself, and do not get lost.

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An unforgettable journey

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Back in 2013, I immediately went home after entering the Arch of the Centuries during our Welcome Walk. As I left the campus, I watched the other freshmen waving their balloons and clappers and cheering proudly “Go USTe” in unison. They seemed to be enjoying their first day in college, but I wasn’t.

I thought I was going to have the worst four years of my life. Every day, I struggled to keep my head above water. I would always call my mom and tell her I couldn’t do it. She would always tell me to just give it some time. Well, it’s always hard in the beginning.

I had a rough start in college, knowing that I was pursuing a degree that I’m not interested in. I always asked myself before, “how am I going to survive for four years just by doing this?”

Humphrey Litan, former Assistant Creative Director

So I decided to join TomasinoWeb, where I was able to practice my passion in graphic arts. Juggling both my studies and extra-curricular activities was not easy, but I was glad to have an avenue where I can practice my craft. Joining the organization, I felt empowered being surrounded by people who shared the same passion. I was able to meet new people and gain friends from different colleges. Since then, UST started to feel like home.

I was deeply rooted into my comfort zone, but I discovered a lot of things about myself by joining organizations. This helped me unleash my potentials and skills that I’m not aware of. My range of interest had gone vast as well, as I was able to explore other fields. Thus, this experience has opened doors for me and inspired me to learn new things.

Moving forward to the Baccalaureate Mass, I’m now part of the same crowd which merrily entered the Arch of the Centuries three years ago. We prayed, pledged, sang, cheered, and, for the last time, watched the fireworks illuminate the sky. It was heartbreaking knowing that I would miss this University so much. It’s amazing how time could change the way you see things, how it could fix you, and help you to love what you used to hate before.

I guess, I made the best decision in my life. Recalling my Welcome Walk, I entered the Arch with doubts. But this time, I exited with a huge smile on my face- the face of triumph. I felt grateful to have withstood all the obstacles before I reached the finish line. I learned that in life there’s no such thing as losing. It’s either you win or you learn. All the rejections, pains, heartbreaks, and hardships served as opportunities to help you become a better person. I know I still have a long way to go, but I’m glad I’m already taking steps in becoming a better version of myself.

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