Thursday, 29 November 2012

If I were to die... (Simple Clean Version)

Death is perhaps the most appalling subject I could ever discuss with anyone.   Still, I believe that it is also the most attractive topic I could ever pick to dissert.  Why is death so repulsively beautiful?  That is something I keep wondering myself.   I assume that at one point in time all of you have thought about death  in various ways and yet came down with the same dreadful conclusion - we all die.   It's a sad truth we have to take.  And no matter how indifferent we may seem about the fact, we still do worry and wonder.

Death in plain and simple words - the cessation of all the cells that supports an organism's life force.  How complicated is that?  Six feet under the ground, we'll all be rotting away to join the lifestream once again.  Same as our ancestors that came and lived before us on this bountiful earth.  That is how I thought of death before I turned fourteen.  Easy peasy really.  It's by the book and well supported by science.

All of that changed in an instant...


My bestfriend Melanie Avila died in January 11, 2005.  (If you are a close friend of mine, you probably know about this fact.) I have, in truth, adapted quite healthily in coming into terms about her death. Although, at the other side of the truth, I have not quite forgotten everything about her death.  Adaptation is not forgetting.  It is acceptance.    In a span of seven years, I slowly learned to accept the painful truth - she is gone.  But there never was a day that I wouldn't think about her.  I always do.



Just wanted to share a magnificent artwork about life and death I found on 9gag

When death falls near you or your loved ones, you'll perceive it differently.  At the age of fourteen, I learned about it.  Isn't that a reality check too early?  Heck no!  Think about a 9 year old boy who has seen his mother close to dying two times in a freak accident.  Now that is a wake up call to mortality too early.  That same boy, believe it or not, came up to the World Vision booth and picked a child to sponsor.  In turn for the ordeal, he has developed empathy and compassion at such an early age.  That is something only a person who has met and/or glanced death before their eyes can understand.  

So if I were to die, and die very young, I would like to bring with me memories of happiness.  That in every smile I give, I touch a heart with sincerity.  That in every word I mouth, I bless a soul with kindness.  That in every action I do, I move a person into action.  Life is short, I have learned.  I don't want to waste my time in nonsense.  I don't want to wait in a corner and mutter endless excuses.  I will do, not brood.  If I were to die, and die very young, I would like for my friends to talk not only of good things about me but as well as my faults.  For I am not a god, I am human and err I do.  I am nice to the point of bad but I am not perfect.  I am not a messiah who will save humanity - I am just plain Akemi.  Same as everyone else.  If I were to die,  and die very young, I do not want any awards of any kind.  I have always thought of that as silly.  You can't take that to your grave nor can you proudly say you have earned it.  If I were to die, and die very young, I'd like to apologize to those I have left.  I can imagine how hard it would be for you guys.  Especially for my two little sisters whom I love dearly.

Lastly, if I were to die...I would like to be remembered.  Just that.


And no I don't want to be sent away with words of a love song :)






Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Do we still sing Paraiso?

It has been two decades since Ryan Cayabyab has written the song, "Paraiso" and today it still stands as controversial as it was when it first came out in the 90's.  As the song continued to ring truth around the world, the people have yet to find and utilize the hope they have long been searching for amidst the trash.  Last year, I had a chance to volunteer for Aspiring Citizens for Community Empowerment (ACCE) for a short while and although the head of the organization told us that Smokey Mountain has changed a lot from what it was before, you can visibly tell that it's still far off from actually improving.  Some houses have been built with concrete but had cardboards inside as mats and a thin blanket for windows and doors. That is for only a little part of the place. If you go further, you will see houses built with thin plywood on top of trash. The supply of water is also scarce - only certain parts have it.  They deliver it via a long hose duct taped together to reach the place.  Guess what the hose travels to?  Yes, garbage. People there get sick from diarrhea and typhoid.  These are all preventable diseases really and yet the Filipinos there get infected and much worse yet, they die.

During the interview with a local household there, the Japanese students and I found out that a family survives with only five hundred pesos (Php 500.00) a week at maximum.  That is around seventy - one pesos (Php 71.00) a day. With the current minimum food requirements attainable at a doubled price of a hundred and seventy-two pesos (Php 172.00), I think it is very apt to say that they barely "eat".   And for that amount, the government expects five members of the family to eat the following meals for a day:

BREAKFAST
An egg plus rice 
Coffee with milk

LUNCH
Mongo with malunggay
Latundan Banana
Rice

MERIENDA
Pandesal

DINNER 
Tulingan fish
Boiled Kangkong
Rice


Then what of those who live of with lesser income?  Must they rely on picked up food from the trash?  Or must they only offer their children noodles and rice for breakfast until dinner?  Must they continue to think that everything with a "Sangkap Pinoy" seal is healthy enough for them to eat everyday?

Supplements are good but not enough to keep people healthy

What's more shocking to me is, the government is actually using this food bundle price to measure the poverty rate.  "It was never our intention na pababain ang poverty incidence.  Siguro dapat lang ma-stress na ginawa lang tong refinement so that we can more accurately identify the poor.", Jessamyn Encarnacion, the Director of Social Statistics Office stated in a news interview with GMA.


Seriously?  They got away with it for almost ten years?


Really?  How low can oligarchs go?  There are so many dimensions to scale poverty and they only choose this?  Saddening.  Truly saddening.  Having worked at public hospitals during my time there as an occupational therapy intern, I met with the sad truth that poor people are getting poorer.   There even used to be a "free" classification for those who can't afford being treated at hospitals but now, there is none because of the millions of pesos cut from health.  On top of that, the government can boldly tell people not to worry as they suck their brains dry from the budget cut on education as well.  The government is raising a generation of people to be dumb enough not to question them with their corrupt ways.  And by being ignorant, we, in turn, are raising them as well!  




The news about food bundle for 2011

Apathy is what keeps us from reaching paraiso.  In twenty years, everything has changed and it had turned for the worse.  I don't mean to put the blame on anyone but in all sense, we make ourselves.  We did it to ourselves - the past generation and the present alike.  Keeping track and just watching isn't making a difference at all.  It just makes you part of the problem too.  And in all honesty,  for the past few months that I've been staying here in Canada, I am saddened by the mindset of those who have fled from the Philippines.  Not that I can blame them though, most of them had really tough lives when you hear them out.   But it's heartbreaking when you hear how they just plan to live off their lives peacefully here because the condition in the Philippines is really bad.  You always hear them talk about how bad it is there, how lucky that you're here and things like, "wala na tayo magagawa".  Coming from the mouth of a fellow Filipino tsk tsk tsk!    Yes, we are the lucky few who did get here!  Yes, we are the Filipinos who have more power than those back home!  Yes, we can do something!  


YES!!!

YES!!!

YES!!!

I'm sick and tired of people who say NO!  If we truly care about the land we were born in, we would look back.  And we will act now!  A later or an "I'll think about it" is a chance for things to turn for the worse.  And although poverty is far off from disappearing, together, we can start the change.  Together, we can make a difference.

Don't let the next decade sing "Paraiso" still.  






For the next generation, let us make a stand today.


Saturday, 10 November 2012

Make a difference, change a life

I just got my recent job as a fundraiser for World Vision.  They called me up for a group interview where I have met similar people like me who advocate children's rights.   It was my first group interview and I really didn't know what to do but I guess my intuition as an occupational therapist guided me through it.  I just thought that since this was called a "group" interview, they might look for someone who can blend well with the group.  Not one who outshines others but someone who brings out everyone's potentials.  I most certainly did not expect for them to call me, really.  I mean, the people I've met and worked with during the interview were amazing!  They had incredible conversation skills unlike me who stuttered a lot.  I was really really awkward!  But I thought, heck!  I'll just do my best next time.  And I did get much comfortable answering questions afterwards. At that point, I just wanted them to know me as plain as day so, I was really honest and upfront with my answers.  When I got back home, they had already called to give me the good news.  \\(@^0^@)//

So, all of the fundraisers were called for training on October 31st - Halloween.   We got to meet our own team and the other teams who are stationed to malls in different places in British Columbia.  Hundreds of us were interviewed but only around sixty (60) people were there.  Woah!  That's when I realized the gravity of the competition during the interview.  Talk about delayed reaction.  I don't even know if I can even say it was a "delayed reaction".  It was too far off.  Anyway, I had a lot of fun during the training.  I can proudly say that our team had the coolest name ever!!!

GRINCH BUSTERS

From http://thinkpositive30.com
We'll make your heart grow three sizes!
Making a difference one child at a time

Two days into the job and I'm doing good.  Getting as much feedback as I can and trying out all the techniques Team Leader Kirsten has told me.  It was awesome!  I've had great conversations with people and I'm getting more comfortable with doing the "Pitch" although, I still am having a problem with my words.  Dang you Brodmann's Area 44 and 45!  Can't get my words right.  I'm probably going to have to work on reinforcing appropriate responses to train my flexibility in communication.  Getting comfortable with the language one step at a time.  Although, I am getting a lot of feedback from co-fundraisers and random people I've talked to that I don't sound new at all.   I tell them that sometimes when I speak Filipino for a great deal and if I hear Filipino accent, I do catch that pretty fast.  On another note, I don't let it get to my head much and just do my best with every stop I make.  After all, it's not about how good you speak or the money you get from this job.  It's about getting these kids a Christmas to look forward to.  A day when they can readily go to school and not have to pick trash for a living.  Evenings when they can actually sleep with food in their bellies.  It's about changing their lives with just a dollar a day.  It's about acting now to be the difference in this apathetic world.  I may not be ridding the world of poverty today but planting altruistic seeds in people's hearts is already starting a movement.  A movement that perhaps can lead us to a world closer to a dream.

Ate Korina and me at the booth with our little angels \\(@^0^@)//

Team Leader Kirsten with me yey!  Thanks for Chris who took the picture  (@^-^@)
I feel really honored.  Being chosen gave me more confidence.  You'll really never know what will happen if you've never tried.  And you know what? Just believing in yourself accounts to a lot.  Hoping to spread my passion to every people I meet and make them part of the change.  

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Can vending machines take over Earth?

Let me tell you the first time I saw a vending machine, it was one of the most profound moments of my life.  Laugh if you want but yes, I was fascinated by it.  No kidding.  Everytime I see one, I can't help but check my pockets for change. Heck! I even like the Skytrain and Bus ticket vending machine. So, being the meticulous memory jogger that I am, I tried to trace back my love for vending machines.  It was from that old Coca- Cola commercial in the Philippines!  The one where a boy was trying to buy a coke from the vending machine.  It goes like this:

Man: First time mo?

Boy: Mag-coke?  Di ah.

Unfortunately, I tried to find the video on youtube but it wasn't there.  It wasn't anywhere!  What a pity.  It's such a nice commercial.  I hope someone uploads it.  But here, I stumbled upon a great commercial by Coke.  



Totally unrelated to vending machines but it got stuck in my mind so I thought I'd just post it.

So...anyway, I kind of understand  now why Dr. Doofenshmirtz (from Disney's Phineas and Ferb) collects coins just in case vending machines become a dominant race.  Because here in North America, they do have a lot of vending machines.  A variety of them in fact. Chips, canned drinks, hot drinks, gum, chocolate, gummy bears, jelly beans, DVDs, magazines..you name it!   And, hear this!  Most of them give...*drum roll*...CHANGE!!!  Woah...how high tech is that?  Back home, you need to have the exact amount of coins or paper money to get the merchandise in the machine.  Expect no change for your money if you give extra.   



Do you collect coins?  Just in case...

Vending machines become a dominant race hahaha


Weird lyrics but now, I guess I don't find it so weird.  And speaking of weird, I've tried to search for the most unique vending machine I can find over the internet too.  Woah!  You wouldn't believe that most of them really do exist or have existed at one point in time.    Guess where most of them are found.  Yep, if you're thinking about sailor costumes and anime, you're absolutely right.  Some weird s*** happens and it's in Japan - no biggie.  Check these out:


Start of world domination maybe?

If you want more spice added to your ordinary dose of sugar from Coke, well, how about getting it from a walking and talking robot?  I don't know if it'll be the one to hand the cola but how cool would it be just to approach that thing and get your drink in the middle of the street, right?


Pet beetles on the go, anyone?

Apparently, if you suddenly have to get beetles and can't find an open store for that, here is a machine that'll gladly dispense them for you at a very low cost.  Probably for kids who still play with dung beetles.

One fresh 9-inch pizza please!

I don't know where this is but it really does pique my interest.  How fresh would the pizza be if it would come out in just under 5 minutes?

Oh my gosh!  Just realized that I needed gold.

Gold on the go!  When you need gold and need gold really fast.  Germany has probably the richest people if they needed gold on the go.  Nowadays, only the world leaders handled the country's gold right?  That's why paper money was disseminated among the people.  Can't really imagine where they would need gold.

Sailor costume please!
Well, I really can't explain what this is for but uh...you get the picture.

Used panties, you say.  Yeah, we got it.
Fetish to the max!  Woah...this is the weirdest vending machine ever!  Who would want panties that were used, really?  (Aside from those who are...you know.)  This is just plain sick and weird.  Can't imagine my own undies there.  It's a good thing that they have banned these in early 90's.  Although, the fact that this thing was brought to life is a very curious incident indeed.

From Heron of Alexandria to the modern day inventors who update these wonderful machines, I thank you with all my heart.  I'm curious on the future of the machines and how one day they will serve us more than they have now.  Vending machines are wonderful inventions that truly help our daily life be more accessible and efficient.


Lastly, a picture of mama and that vending machine from the library that I have yet to use

Thursday, 11 October 2012

World Vision Job Opportunity

For Children.  For Change.  For Life.

Today, I saw an advertisement in the newspaper that they had openings for their mall fundraising teams  in World Vision.  I desperately applied even though I had no sales background and technically even fundraising.  I think I sounded a little aggressive in my cover letter but I was willing to give it my all.  If they'd just call me up for an interview, I'll show them how passionate I am.  I have much to say and have much to advocate to fit it all in the cover letter.  This passion cannot be contained in an 8 1/2 x 11 inches of bond paper. I'd have had to take out even the margins and use the back page too! 

Anyway, they had an interesting form to fill in their job page.  They had a question at the end asking what was my motivation.  I answered:

"I came from the Philippines where poverty is widely seen and pitifully...ignored.  From a very young age, I have met parents and children who live just to survive.  Children forced into labor and sadly having dreams hindered by their educational attainment.  I have probably not seen all the hardships in the world but I have seen enough to know that I need to do something.  Right now, as I start a new life here in Canada, I want to do something I know I love - that is helping people."

Too much?  What do you guys think?  Well, I just hope that they do call.  If they don't well...then...I'll just try again!  Ha!  That ain't the last they've heard of me.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Just be you...


You learn something new everyday.

If there was one statement that could greatly describe how I perceive this new life I'm trekking, that will be the quote right above.   Somehow, with all the foreign things surrounding me, I can't help but feel like a kid.  Getting out of your comfort zone has never been this extreme!  Believe me. There are what we call basic "awkward~" situations where you get a little uncomfortable. But with simple and basic socially awkward situations at least more or less you are self-aware of the comfort endagering situation.  You have at least a marker on this one.  You know, like crossing the imaginative line of personal space or going out of your house gate when you were still a child.  Think about leaving that marker and venturing out into an unknown place, where people speak different languages and everything just seems so...NEW!  Right now, after all the nerve-wracking (and not to mention painstakingly humiliating) awkwardness I have been secretly carrying on my back, I have reformed to being a child.  So socially awkward sometimes that I have no care if I have acted rather ridiculously - like a child telling a green joke by accident.

The thing is immigrants like us are welcomed here in Canada and being awkward is fine.  Hey nobody is perfect!  You can't be all good at mingling with people right away.  But you can try.  Just try and try and eventually you'll get better.  Like a baby learning how to walk.  You have to risk falling before you actually learn.  And I bet that didn't just happen overnight.  You had to learn how to turn over first, sit unguarded, stand with the help of furnitures and practice letting go.  You can't just skip it all.  Take risk and be awkward.  Be you.  Afterall, you're building relationships so as much as possible honesty must be present.  They may find you weird at first or ...well, I can't think of anything except for weird so we'll just go with that. That's just how it is!  I tried to talk "casually" as soon as I got here and woah...you wouldn't believe how excruciatingly awkward I was to those people I have talked to.  I stuttered, mumbled, went out of topic and in the end I was talking in one word descriptors.  Talk about desperate communication right?   Nevertheless, I tried because I know that that is the only way to go.  I'm glad I did strike up those childish conversations though.  I can say that I have gained confidence in speaking and the stuttering is almost gone. My flightiness is a little hard to deal with but I think I can manage that through PGH style modification.

Hooray for Sir Jerry and Ma'am Ai~!!!  Thanks for straightening me out when I was still in Ward 7.   It's a great help now.

So view everything like a child - without prejudice and malice. I bet you'll find the world a better place.  Let me tell you it is easy if you try.  Just let His wisdom guide you (or you could just go with the weather topic.  Yes, it always works.)








Monday, 1 October 2012

Tutoring Kids

After four months of staying here in Canada, I have decided to take on a new volunteer experience that is somewhat related to occupational therapy.   Tutoring kids with learning disabilities!  I saw the advertisement made by the Learning Disabilities Association of British Columbia - Fraser South (LDAFS) in the newspaper and decided to call them up a month ago.  Truthfully, I have filed for two (2) volunteer jobs but the other one was pushed back in November and I didn't know the status of my application in Red Cross.  In the end, I decided to go for this one first as Miss Kenny Leung of Red Cross has told me that I could re-apply again when my availability changes.  Red Cross needs two weekdays to make things work but things just didn't work out.  They were very kind to call me after a week (Miss Leung was out of town when I called). They don't plan to give me up and I don't plan to give them up either.  

Day of interview (was too early so I took some pics)
So after the information night, I went for the personal interview and passed!  Yey!  The interviewer told me that I don't have much foreign accent and that that is an asset I certainly can bring to the tutoring.  That perked up my self-esteem.  You know, to have someone tell you your good points is very reassuring.  I told her though that sometimes my Filipino accent does come out when I am really nervous.   After that, she told me to work a little bit on my printing (writing) because I will have to teach kids how to write too!  Hahaha  assertiveness at its finest!  At that moment, I thought to myself, THIS IS MY GOAL!  She has mastered the art of assertiveness.  Anyway, I just laughed internally.

Henceforth, training was conducted once a week every Saturday for three weeks.  Everyone got to introduce themselves again like how we did during the information night.  The people I've acquainted with during that day had varied reasons on why they wanted to volunteer and mysteriously, I felt a sense of belonging.  Kind of funny aye?  Different people from different places with varied stories at their backs come together to advocate literacy.  Upon realization, I almost cried.  Belonging has certainly been a feeling I have not sensed in a long time.  The luxury of friends has yet to come and although I know they are just acquaintances...somehow it just felt right.

(And the free muffins are awesome too!  Hooray for free food!)

Individual guidebooks given to tutors 

My nametag on the left and just a little picture of the guidebook
Last week, I decided to finally get my Criminal Record Check at the police station.  I worried that they might have a body check so I decided to do it at last minute.  That nasty bruise on my right antecubital area has finally receded!  Yes!  Thankfully, they did not have a body check as I imagined they would.  When I told them the story, they laughed  hahaha!  Oh and I also met someone who was jailed for 72 hours when I was waiting for the bus.  He was pretty happy about being let out.  Good for him :)

Getting my Criminal Record Check from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Tomorrow is my first day of tutoring and I certainly hope to make a good impression on the kids.  Preparing some stuff for rapport can never fail you :)  I was thinking of doing magic tricks like Jess would.  Going to pack up on confidence too!


If you have time please do check out their site and learn more about their advocacy!

LDAFS logo (@^-^@)

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.

Monday, 13 August 2012

Give yourself a day

Here  is a poem I've written last May 24, 2012.  I wrote it when I felt really helpless and it perked me up after.  I pray to those who read it to take time for themselves. Please allow yourself a day...



A DAY TO MYSELF
By Akemi

A day I give to thee
My priced treasure, myself
A day to brood 
A day to ponder
A day to be selfish
And eat food with wonder
A day to feel 
A day to think
When all is wrong
And you're at a brink
A day it is
A day it shall
To fulfill your greatest wish and
Hope that tomorrow, also it shall
A day to escape all of it
And also a day to come back
A day to find you
A day to know you
A day to realize the greater things
And find the small you
Living in a world of wonders


Give yourself a day guys and find where your heart wants to go :)