Wednesday 19 September 2012

Awaiting Romance


by Akemi

Twenty years of dreaming..
A prince and his white horse to come
Twenty years of singing..
A song to which he will listen
Twenty years of love..
A place in my heart not told
Twenty years of a life..
With much ardour to spare
Twenty years of … yes, perhaps..
A little more to wait
For the romance of a lifetime

(January 16, 2011)

A Woman's Glory / Kapurihan ng Babae



A Woman’s Glory
by Akemi

The hair is cut
But the weight remains
The burden of faith
Makes it heavier
The knees give in
The head hits the earth



Kapurihan ng Babae
ni Akemi

Pinutol na ang buhok
Ngunit ang bigat ay naiwan
Ang pasan ay paniniwala
Ginagawa pa itong mabigat
Bumigay ang mga tuhod
Ang ulo ay bumagsak sa lupa

(April 12, 2010)

Empathy



by Akemi

Feeling…
Understanding…
To see not
But paint another’s portrait
With one’s colors
A picture not so perfect
A relationship less troubling
A world closer to a dream


(September 11, 2010)

Sunday 16 September 2012

Inferiority Complex

by: Akemi

Met an eagle in flight;
How does he keep himself so high?
The eyes' meeting - I cower in place...

The eagle gracefully landed;
How does he do so?
Closer yet still far - I'm awed...

I do what a weasel does;
Trying to be the best at it
Scouted around - I notice others...

All listened to the eagle;
How majestic he really is
Everyone aspires - I remain low...

Is there such a thing as equality?
A mere weasel like me knows;
Just a glance - I'm left behind...

Eagle's eye


by: Akemi

The Eagle lives in solitude
Soaring over the vast sky
Watching over the consecrated land
With a song under His wings

Days have passed, 
The fields of lush green,
All tainted by red and black
So are the deaf souls

Today will have gone by
The Eagle still, watching the land
In solitude, He soars
His song unheard

Milestones


by: Akemi

The child wanders - 
The grass and the leaves.
Naivety bound ideas
Action is "play"

The youth explores - 
The "swaying" of grass and the "glistening" of leaves
Dreams blossom
The treasure hunt begins.

The adult lives - 
Th "life" of the grass and leaves
Through action reality is made
Yet the dreaming doesn't stop.

The old waits - 
The "withering" of grass and the "falling" of leaves
The body ages, yet
The dreams remain innocent.

Rendezvous with a stranger

by: Akemi

Led in a corner - unexpected meeting
Held hands and the stream glowed
An instance of trust then doubt again
Shall I find thy kindness pure?

In this restless world, many are masked
Moving about like planktons at sea,
The soul's window glistens then clouds again
Shall I trust thy face pure?

God works in silence, we say
How about the devil?
The mystery upon meeting remains
Shall I believe thy words pure?

Scared of people's scrutiny, I flee
This affair is chasmic
I repair it though nothing's really broken
I leave everything to FATE...


Friday 14 September 2012

Occupational Therapists: The Unsung Heroes (CUT VERSION)



Introduction
            Here in the Philippines, the people have a great deal of respect for professionals. Most especially, medical professionals.  However, a strong stigma in the society exists - that individuals wearing white coats are doctors and that all other folks wearing white uniforms are nurses.  In fact, I’ve had my fair share of prejudice in the last 5 years of my life in medical school. From strangers who greet me on my way home, to friends and acquaintances I meet in social gatherings and yes, even from my own family. 

The conversation almost always start with the simplest question, “What is your course?”  As I would like to answer the question myself, almost always, the interviewer races me for the answer.  “Nursing? It’s a great course.”  You’ll be lucky enough if they actually had good impulse to respectfully wait for you to open your mouth and answer for yourself.  Of course, this rarely happens.  Instantaneously, I correct them, “It’s occupational therapy, OT for short.”  Now, here is where the jokes come in.  I have five (5) for you:

1.      “OT?  Overtime?”
The most common witticism you’ll ever hear if you announce the abbreviation. Yes, it’s funny...but the gag gets old.  

2.      “Physical Therapist? Reflexologist or Masahista?”
Yet another common mistake in identifying the role of an occupational therapist and a misperception on being physical therapists as well.  They did not go to medical school for five years like us to simply give a massage.  Physical therapists help people with disability achieve their maximum potential for functioning with more focus on their bodily aspects.  Likewise, we did not go to medical school for five years to be simply overshadowed by physical therapists or the misconceptions of the latter.

3.      “Psychologist?”
Yes, we do work in psychiatric facilities; however, we transcend beyond gathering data of the mind and couch counselling.  Moreover, both courses DO NOT; I repeat, do not involve reading people’s minds.  That is simply beyond human capabilities.

4.      “SPED?”
It is a widespread misconception that occupational therapists are equivalent to SPED teachers.  You see, children with special needs - kids with autism, ADHD, Down’s syndrome and the like - are also referred to us.  Well, we are not them.  And sadly, despite the longer availability of our course in the Philippines, even SPED teachers do not even know our course to properly explain the difference.

5.      “Huh? Nursing?”
Still, people must insist on the notion that “all white” is equivalent to being nursing students.  At times like this, I just repeat what I have already said and emphasize it more.  The most ludicrous thing is, their response would almost always land on the preceding four items and the cycle goes on.

            You might ask why am I telling you all this.  What’s so important about knowing what occupational therapists are anyway?   Why do I even need to know what they do?  If I’m not ill and if they’re not even going to cater me medical treatment if in the event that I do, why in the world should I care?  Well, to answer all that, let me take you to a muster of words exploring the wonderful profession I’ve been talking about – occupational therapy.

   What is occupation?
For most people, when asked the question, it is one’s job, career, vocation, profession, work or employment they continuously engage in to make a living.   It is that affair that keeps us busy eight (8) hours a day, five (5) days a week, four (4) weeks in a month for almost eleven (11) months in a year.  Needless to say, our occupation is a dire part of our lives.  Yet, there are still remaining sixteen (16) hours in a day with our twenty-four (24) hours.  What do we do then?   Don’t we eat, bathe and sleep to physically charge ourselves?  Don’t we also engage ourselves in recreational hobbies and interests to invigorate our spirits?  The fact of the matter is those activities that occupy your time are considered to be your occupations.  It is not solely defined to be a job or employment that provide you livelihood.  It is every act or deed that you deem to be meaningful, enough to invest important time in. 
And whenever there is a disruption in your daily routine of occupation – whether it is due to physical dysfunction, psychosocial issues, congenital problems, genetic abnormalities, or chronic neurologic illnesses – we, occupational therapists intervene.

 Liminality
Let me ask you, have you ever tried to squeeze down an alley and then find yourself stuck?  Your hands and feet are pinned down by the cold concrete – immovable and useless.  You try to call someone out in the streets but they pay no heed.  A few will look, but since it’s too far and dark in the narrow alley, they walk past you.  Sooner or later, you’ll feel anxious of your current situation.  You try to break yourself free but now it seems that you can’t turn back and you can’t push forward either.  You’re in between, with no escape; and as the clock ticks hastily, you’re scared out of your wits. Ain’t that some luck!  Well, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the world of those living in-between.  Those people who are not dead yet not fully alive, those who are neither sick nor fully well, those who are in our society but are not welcomed completely either. Welcome to the world of the people who have their occupations permanently disrupted.  Welcome to the world of the people with disabilities (PWDs).

More often than not, the populace have a limited view of people with disability.   Admit it, even as you read this now you’re imagining a person confined in a wheelchair or people with amputated feet who walk with crutches.  Well, let me tell you that they are only a tiny part of the disability spectrum we occupational therapists work with.  Disability encompasses physical impairment.  It also covers for psychological, emotional, social and developmental impediments in daily occupations.  It is anything that restricts you from engaging in activities that are meaningful in your life.  Therefore, PWDs include not only those who have a problem with walking; they are also those who have depression, schizophrenia, autism, Down’s syndrome, mental retardation and the like.   

Truly understanding it requires a lot more and perhaps, yes, one can’t fully understand the horrors of living with disability unless you experience it as well.  I attest to this.  Even though I work with them a lot, I can only imagine the weight of the difficulty so much to what I have already experienced. I remember watching Jay Taruc’s documentary, “Gulong ng Buhay” where he had his leg cast for a day to experience the prejudice of the Filipino community to its PWDs.  We do it as well in school during National Disability Prevention and Rehabilitation Week in July.  We dress ourselves with braces, act like schizophrenics and approach people to experience their situations just for a day.  Can you imagine the disgust people give you or the much hurtful ignorance they feign?  

  A Helping Hand
We occupational therapists help a lot of people live their lives independently after impairment strike. Can you envision now how magnificent this profession is? Studying mountains of textbook to comprehend the human body and mind, knowing the client and family to a level of comfort yet maintains an air of authority as a professional and respecting the culture and values of the people involved.  We are holistic.  And in order to be a helping hand to them, you need to be as well.  Well, what is the first step in that?
First, let me tell you the most important golden rule.  Ah yes, Confucius at work here.  Do unto others what you want others to do to you.  This means you treat them as you would like yourself to be treated.  Not at the first sight of his incapacitated body part, you render him/her useless.  Not when you see him having difficulty walking, you’ll just discourage him all the more to move.  Not some useless junk stored away in the closet after it’s broken! How would you feel about that if it was you in their place? Treat them as an equal, as people. What we can do, they can do.  It’s just a difference of the manner of doing so as they adapt to their new bodies and mind.  

Second, don’t treat them with sympathy.  They don’t need that.  They have experienced enough of those from ignorant people they don’t even know.  You always think “in their shoes”.  Empathize.

With the growing awareness and interest of the people in the last couple of years with people with disabilities, it is only natural that we pay heed to the proper way of treating them.  Subsequently, it is also greatly important to know which professions you seek help to and their differentiation with others. You have the right to know what services are given to you and the reason behind it.  It’s your body after all. I heard of a client once who went to a “therapist” and received only massages for treatment after his stroke. He just went with it. He didn’t know the difference between and massage therapist with the others. After a year, realizing that there was no improvement, he sought after an occupational therapist as his hand was already much worse than it should be. If only he knew that he was supposed to see an occupational therapist.  Heck, if only he had heard there was an occupational therapist! 

  The Promise of Tomorrow
Imagine the world formed by the people joining their hands, slowly setting the world into motion.  All of them have a place inside the circle as it progresses.  Each individual unique and irreplaceable, all of them have their own roles to fill.  As disability strike, they lose themselves – their roles.  They are led astray outside the circle, forming yet another one but with their hands not united.  They are neither alive nor dead, neither sick nor well.  No past to go back to and it seems no future as well.  They are close enough to seek help but are too far away to be pulled back by stares alone.  We, as occupational therapists, bridge this gap.  We are trained well to reach for them and help them connect with the ones in the inner circle - you.  Though few, we are strong.  Strong enough to bear the responsibility of pulling them back and wise to know that we alone do not suffice.  They need to be given back to society in order to be independent.  That is our ultimate goal – our promise.  Hear us out and make us known.  For we are heroes who are not willing to be unsung for long.


Update on Palanca

This year I decided to join the "62nd Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature".  I heard about it almost a month before the submissions.  The results are up and sadly, I didn't win.  I joined the essay and the poetry division by the way.  Next year, I hope to join the short story division since I think and Aiko also thinks that it's my forte.  I hope to submit a few poems as well.  Congratulations to the winners!

Filipino Division

MAIKLING KUWENTO

1st prize
MARK BENEDICT F. LIM
“BANAAG’”
2nd prize
HONORIO BARTOLOME DE DIOS
 “ANG TAWO SA PUSO NI TERESA’”
3rd prize
MAR ANTHONY SIMON DELA CRUZ
 “DARLENG”

MAIKLING KUWENTONG PAMBATA

1st prize
WILL P. ORTIZ
 “ANG TATLONG BUBWIT AT BANGKANG MARIKIT”
2nd prize
BERNADETTE V. NERI
 “ATANG SA KALULUWA NINA APONG SALAWAL AT APONG SAYA”
3rd prize
LUZ B. MARANAN
“ANG PANGAT, ANG LUPANG NINUNO, AT ANG ILOG”

SANAYSAY
1st prize
NILES JORDAN BREIS
“GO SEE, KRAW GEN, INTRO: SA DAIGDIG NG PROMO”
2nd prize
ELYRAH L. SALANGA-TORRALBA
 “UTANG INA”
3rd prize
JING PANGANIBAN-MENDOZA
“REDEMPSIYON”

TULA

1st prize
ENRIQUE S. VILLASIS
 “CROCOPEDIA”
2nd prize
KRISTIAN SENDON CORDERO
“PAGSALAT SA PILAT”
3rd prize
ALVIN C. URSUA
 “KUMPUNI”

TULANG PAMBATA
                                                                        
1st prize
JOHN ENRICO C. TORRALBA
“GUSTO KO NANG LUMAKI”
2nd prize
PETER SOLIS NERY
 “SA MUNDO NG MGA KULISAP”
3rd prize
NELY T. AZADA
 “SAMPUNG TULA PARA SA MGA BATA”

DULANG MAY ISANG YUGTO
1st prize
JOSHUA LIM SO
“JOE COOL: APLIKANTE”
2nd prize
RENERIO R. CONCEPCION
 “KUMANDONG NAKAISKWAT”
3rd prize
ERICK D. AGUILAR
“TERMINAL”

DULANG GANAP ANG HABA
1st prize
VINCENT M. TAÑADA
 “ANG BANGKAY”
2nd prize
LUCIANO SONNY O. VALENCIA
 “ANG PENITENSIYA NI TIYO RENATO”
3rd prize
ALLAN B. LOPEZ
 “MELODRAMA NEGRA”

DULANG PAMPELIKULA

1st prize
RODOLFO VERA
“DEATH MARCH”
2nd prize
RICHARD S. LEGASPI
 “PRIMERA BELLA”
3rd prize
MIA A. BUENAVENTURA
 “ANG BULAG NA MUSIKERO”

English Division

SHORT STORY

1st prize
REBECCA E. KHAN
“IN TRANSIT”
2nd prize
IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
 “IT ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART A LITTLE TO SEE YOU GO”
3rd prize
LYSTRA ARANAL
 “BRIGHT LIGHTS”

SHORT STORY FOR CHILDREN

1st prize
GRACE D. CHONG
“THE WHITE SHOES”
2nd prize
RAYMUND M. GARLITOS
 “LAUAN, THE SEED THAT WANTED TO FLY”
3rd prize
ALELI DEW B. AYROSO
 “MISTER WORLD AND HIS MAGICAL BOX”

ESSAY

1st prize
HAMMED Q. BOLOTAOLO
“OF LEGENDS”
2nd prize
MARTIN V. VILLANUEVA
 “DAO”
3rd prize
IRWIN ALLEN B. RIVERA
 “PATTERNS”

POETRY

1st prize
CARLOMAR ARCANGEL DAOANA
“THE ELEGANT GHOST”
2nd prize
CHARMAINE L. CARREON
 “THE YONIC LOVER (POEMS)”
3rd prize
JASON LEO G. ASISTORES
 “WAITING AND OTHER POEMS”

POETRY FOR CHILDREN

1st prize
PETER SOLIS NERY
“PUNCTUATION”
2nd prize
ANCA BAUTISTA
 “MAGIC IS AND NINE OTHER MAGICAL POEMS”
3rd prize
RAYMUNDO T. PANDAN, JR.
 “THE OCELOT AND OTHER POEMS”

ONE-ACT PLAY

1st prize
NO WINNER
2nd prize
JOACHIM EMILIO B. ANTONIO
 “THE DUST IN YOUR PLACE”
3rd prize
PATRICK JOHN R. VALENCIA
 “IN BED WITH MY MOTHER”

 

FULL-LENGTH PLAY

1st prize
ROBERT ARLO B. DE GUZMAN
“PRACTICAL AIM”
2nd prize
JORSHINELLE TALEON-SONZA
 “THE PASSION OF ANDRES”
3rd prize
JOSE MA. D. MANALO
 “MANILATOWN”


Next year, you'll definitely remember my name judges!  

Bruised Still

It has been almost two weeks since I "tried" donating blood at the newly opened blood clinic near our place and it's sad to know that the bruise I got from them is far from disappearing.  The nurse was bewildered by my body's unique anatomical ingenuity - the hard to find place to safely puncture the vein.  I was told of it before when I first donated blood.  The medical technologist had a hard time deciding whether to put the needle on the right side or the left side.  Eventually, he picked the left side because he said that I have something on my right side - a blockage of some sort.  Maybe it was a unique hypertrophy of muscle although, I'm not really sure.  Anyway, I warned the nurse about taking blood from my right antecubital area.  I told her, "They usually go for the left." 


Nasty bruise I got from donating blood
  In the end, I didn't get to donate blood.  What a pity too, they had such nice and comfortable seats.  I won't be getting my Canadian Blood Services donor card soon. *sob*


See this cool card of Cristie Rae!  I want one too!  

  I refused the free snacks because I didn't really donate.  When I left, they were all whispering about what happened.  I guess I'm pretty famous now in the clinic. I bet that when I go back there after this bruise is healed, they'll recognize me immediately.   I hope that the flustered nurse wasn't traumatized by the incident.  And I hope I get to donate blood the next time.  I have such a rare type too like Cristie Rae - B Positive. Only 7% of the over all population in Canada has it.