Showing posts with label akemi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label akemi. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Silver Thaw

By Akemi

In the waking midst of winter,
Little Jack Frost invited a game of tag,
As I bound for home,
He gleefully skips along the pavement-
Leaving a glistening carpet of the night sky.
He left a mark on the path yonder,
As each puddle was playfully stomped on-
Aha! A silver thaw on every block.
As I am sure to lose this game 'til deep winter comes,
To when the barren Earth is blessed
By tiny nymphs of Father Christmas
Neatly laying an endless carpet
Of virgin snow at our humble abode-
Like confection over cake.
A sweet promise of something wonderful this season.



(December 9, 2013)

Friday, 9 August 2013

A Letter to My Wendy's Family

Dear My Wendy's Family,

It has been a long ten months since I have been welcomed in your home.  Although it seems to me that, I came as quickly as I had to leave.  I am writing this to all of you- crew members, shift supervisors and managers alike - to express my eternal gratitude for accepting me at Wendy's.  Since I landed in Canada last June 2012, I have been aggressively pursuing a job to fund my transition for occupational therapy practice here in Canada.  I felt hopeless and frustrated with the seemingly unlucky things that happened last year.  My diploma and other credentials were on hold because of my surname, two of my much anticipated volunteer works were pushed back and I literally had no money to invest in things that could start up my career as an occupational therapist here in Canada.  I felt utterly useless at home.  Looking even at the people who were carrying out their daily occupations made me miss my work as an occupational therapist. So when I was called in for an interview along with my little sister, Aiko, I was enthusiastic!  "This is it!", I thought.  I can earn money. Miraculously though, I wasn't just given a job; I was embraced wholly as part of a family.   The My Wendy's family.

And to my dear kin, I want to share the little achievements I have accomplished for the past year.  These are  the things that I proudly got from the opportunity you have given me.  First and foremost, I was able to reserve my spot for the National Occupational Therapy Certification Examination (NOTCE).  I had all my credentials assessed and I took an academic english test (TOEFL) in preparation for that.  Subsequently, I invested in books! Here are some of the books I have longed to own when I was still in med school.  Yep!  I have them now.

Latest editions of OT books I needed
Upper extremity rehab books that I wanted since internship
I was also able to buy myself a cellular phone to connect with my friends from far away.  But, needless to say, I am most proud of my decision to sponsor children from World Vision with my bi-weekly salary.  Much like Dave Thomas's Foundation for Adoption, I advocate for children as well.  My hard earned money is giving children in my parents's hometown a chance to have basic education.  They are given the privilege to have new bags, notepads and pencils that they normally can't afford every academic year.  Their washed away books can be replaced by new ones.  They can play in the fields and be kids as they should.  When Wendy's gave me this job, two kids are given back their childhood.  For that, I am evermore grateful.

Meet little Clarence
My Wendy's Family, I write this to you with heartfelt ardor. You have fostered in me qualities that every parent would be proud of. Each and everyone of you showed me the real light to seemingly jaded words like working hard, kindness and humility.  These are words that are used so casually today that it loses its essence.  You guys made me realize that we don't get paid just for every hour we stay there, we get paid for the value we bring to that hour.  And that surely, if you did your best and strive to improve, you will be rewarded. 
The fruit of hard labor! Yey!
I have learnt the true meaning of Dalai Lama's words, "Be kind whenever possible. It really is possible."  Customers love the service we give because of the kindness that flows in our smiles.  That simple hello with a bright smile is not just for show.  We are nice because we want to be nice.  And oh!  The things we do for even the most unreasonable requests by customers!  But that is real humility there.  Thinking less of how you could avoid getting responsibilities and focusing on giving the guests a positive experience. Everytime I work, I feel my name growing brighter by the second. (reference to 明美 - akemi)


With all that said, I close this letter with another thank you.  For having me, nurturing me to best that I can be and also for letting me go. I am sure that my ephemeral experience at Wendy's will permanently leave a mark on my life.  It will always be there - immutable, unshaken but magnificently resounding.  My time with you guys will be one of the many things that will shape my career; that I firmly believe.  I will be always proud to say that I have started out here in Wendy's Guildford.  Like this guy with a nice smile!


That serene smile catches everything I just wrote hahaha


Love,

Akemi

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

A Message to Mom I

In the twenty three years of my life, I think I have never completely told you how important you are to me.   I want you to know that your existence to me is like water.  An essential need to my everyday.  And  though I do (literally) say that I love you, not only with words but with hugs and kisses as well, I feel that it is always insufficient.  That it will always be lacking.  I feel that no matter how many times I give my appreciation, it would never amount to the affection and dedication you gave me your whole life.   Was a hug enough for the warm meals you make every morning?  Or would a kiss take out the stress of staying up late to patch up my uniforms?  I slip by a lot of times without even saying the word "thank you"...and I am truly sorry for those times.  It's not that I don't appreciate you. I am just so grateful to you mom, beyond the countless words my mind can think off.

Remember when I was a kid?  We used to live in this big and lonely house.  For me, the world was the wide living room with the few furniture.  You were there, neatly sitting across the room from where I keep my robot toys and Tomy cars, diligently watching over me.  Mom, I bet you don't know, but in my memories you were a giant.  However, you were a gentle one.  I can remember how I used to look up to you knowing that I can never reach you.  So little and powerless. Then, you'll go and pick me up with your caressing hands to encase me in a warm embrace.  I felt really loved.

As I grew up, I was a little messed up.  I was arrogant and egocentric.  But you know, a kid will always have that phase at one point in their lives.   I am sorry for threatening to leave the house once.  Was it because of the dessert I loved very much?  I can't really remember what the cause was but I am fairly sure it was a childish reason.  I thank you for putting up with me and my rather difficult personality. Whenever I did something wrong, you would punish me but in kindness.  In Florante and Laura, I remember this line,"Pag-ibig anaki'y aking nakilala, di dapat palakhin ang bata sa saya."  You made sure not to spoil me for it will be far more cruel for you to do so.  Although, I still remember that ruler you used to spank me with in fear (Well, mostly it was lolo's belt that I remember in true fear), I look back at the memory with pride.  Mom, you loved me very much to be cruel at times that you need to.

During my awkward teenage years, how could I possibly forget about your warm welcoming of my adolescence.   I bet you worried a lot for me.  I know how reluctant you were in letting me out to the world. For you know how it works, you have raged your youth in it and found how scary the outside world would be.  But you respected my age and acknowledged my petty wisdom.  Slowly, you let me out of my castle to spread my little wings.  You helped me take that first step to independence and supported me in whatever decision I made.  I thank you mom!  I never would have pulled through today if you haven't allowed me so.

Now, as a young adult, you face yet another hurdle in motherhood.  I have expressed my intention to leave the house after saving up some money.  You must feel lonely just thinking about it.  Maybe that is why you always feel lonely...because you are thinking of the near future of me and Aiko leaving you. Please remain strong and courageous as you are!   Remember that we always love you even if we are far away.  From the day I was but a little baby inside your stomach, you have filled me with the seed of love that grew with every warm touch and kisses you gave me.  It will continue to grow and it shall bear fruit to every thing I do.  And perhaps yes, in moment's glance, I'll be planting seeds of love as well in your grandson's (or granddaughter's) heart just as you have with us.

Please continue to support me in everything!


I love you mom!  You're the best!  




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.