It's been a month since I created this blog. And I still don't know or what pushed me to create this. I mean, I'm not a writer. I normally don't write. I don't usually "share" my thoughts in public. And most importantly, I don't know what to say.
I tried to post my first blog entry two weeks ago. I wasn't able to do that since the computer at home crashed. I tried to do it on my laptop. I can't connect to the phone line. I decided to try the internet services at UP Mindanao. Well, the internet connection was not as fast as pldt vibe. I can't say it's slow because it's not. Frankly, the internet connection is SLOW. I think I should consider that since there are students who use the internet everyday. Or maybe I shouldn't consider that since internet cafes in Davao serve fast internet access. Or maybe I'll just complain about the Linux programs in all their computers.
Since I got to UP, all I did was complain. Well, i think I should complain. Who would even want to live in a dormitory when ALL the comfort rooms are FILTHY? Who would even want to PEE and make poo-poo when there's NO WATER almost EVERYDAY? Who would even want to enter and groom themselves in the FLOODED comfort rooms?
True, UP offers the best education yet it offers the WORST accomodation. They say this has been a concern for years, yet why won't the administration take this seriously? Why not take action? Are they going to wait for a rally before they could do something about the filthy comfort rooms?
If someone from UP reads about this, I want to make it a point that I am NOT against the school. Let's just say that I'm against the accomodation in the dormitory. Try living two weeks in the dormitory and I say, you'll not survive there. It's difficult to live in a place that offers the worst facilities.
NB. Let me remind anyone who reads this that this is my opinion.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Illusion
June 06, 2007 [09:22 am]
It’s my first day at the Elias B. Lopez Residence Hall at the University of the Philippines in Mindanao. It’s frustrating. I woke up at five, took a bath, ate breakfast, and left the house an hour and a half later. My parents accompanied me to the University campus, arriving at the residence hall around 7:00 am. I started unpacking my belongings and ended at 9. I got frustrated making the bed. It’s difficult to cover the mattress with a blanket, pin it with six safety pins (I should’ve brought eight), and cover the bed with a quilt when a ladder [going to the top bank of the double-decker bed] is blocking the way. Yet I still managed to do it without anyone’s help.
I feel so alone. I feel homesick. I miss my bed, my pillows, the television, the clean comfort room and bathroom, the kitchen… EVERYTHING! I miss every corner of my house. I feel so miserable not being able to do things here, which I can do at home. I was so enthusiastic last night to pack all my belongings and leave. Yet, here I am, fed up with isolation and misery. I feel that the term L-O-N-E-R revolves around me. My roommate, made the first move to say hi. All I did was keep silent and busied myself unpack. When she asks, that’s the only time I open my mouth. I wanted to talk first but I couldn’t. Fear took over me. She asked me in a dialect I barely understood. I answered her but I didn’t have the courage to tell her that I barely understood her language.
I don’t know why I’m frightened, or why should I be frightened. I admit that I am not used with the new surroundings. It’s not the usual thing I encounter everyday in the city. The toilet is dirty, and you need to use a dipper(in layman’s term, tabo at balde). The comfort room floor is too wet and slippery. The shower room is also dirty. The canteen is small and smelly. The only thing that is clean around here is the comfort room at the College of Humanities and Social Sciences building. Every week for five days, I have to suffer living in this remote area.
I complain not because I’m maarte, but the fact that the place is dirty it’s not safe and clean to live in it. I fear touching the doorknob and allow germs to crawl my body. Taking a bath will be useless since the shower rooms are dirty. Food at the canteen will be contaminated since the area is filthy.
My sister told me I should mingle with the people here. I can do that. The only think I can’t do is to live here with the people I’ve mingled with, considering the filthy murky icky residence hall. I think I won’t be able to survive here.
It’s my first day at the Elias B. Lopez Residence Hall at the University of the Philippines in Mindanao. It’s frustrating. I woke up at five, took a bath, ate breakfast, and left the house an hour and a half later. My parents accompanied me to the University campus, arriving at the residence hall around 7:00 am. I started unpacking my belongings and ended at 9. I got frustrated making the bed. It’s difficult to cover the mattress with a blanket, pin it with six safety pins (I should’ve brought eight), and cover the bed with a quilt when a ladder [going to the top bank of the double-decker bed] is blocking the way. Yet I still managed to do it without anyone’s help.
I feel so alone. I feel homesick. I miss my bed, my pillows, the television, the clean comfort room and bathroom, the kitchen… EVERYTHING! I miss every corner of my house. I feel so miserable not being able to do things here, which I can do at home. I was so enthusiastic last night to pack all my belongings and leave. Yet, here I am, fed up with isolation and misery. I feel that the term L-O-N-E-R revolves around me. My roommate, made the first move to say hi. All I did was keep silent and busied myself unpack. When she asks, that’s the only time I open my mouth. I wanted to talk first but I couldn’t. Fear took over me. She asked me in a dialect I barely understood. I answered her but I didn’t have the courage to tell her that I barely understood her language.
I don’t know why I’m frightened, or why should I be frightened. I admit that I am not used with the new surroundings. It’s not the usual thing I encounter everyday in the city. The toilet is dirty, and you need to use a dipper(in layman’s term, tabo at balde). The comfort room floor is too wet and slippery. The shower room is also dirty. The canteen is small and smelly. The only thing that is clean around here is the comfort room at the College of Humanities and Social Sciences building. Every week for five days, I have to suffer living in this remote area.
I complain not because I’m maarte, but the fact that the place is dirty it’s not safe and clean to live in it. I fear touching the doorknob and allow germs to crawl my body. Taking a bath will be useless since the shower rooms are dirty. Food at the canteen will be contaminated since the area is filthy.
My sister told me I should mingle with the people here. I can do that. The only think I can’t do is to live here with the people I’ve mingled with, considering the filthy murky icky residence hall. I think I won’t be able to survive here.
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