While im not in the mood to write anything now, BUT, what can I do, a certain athlete from the island of Mallorca in Spain just made my day. Writing about him is the least that I can do after that amazing performance earlier today.
I had a feeling, when you won the French open this year that it was a major turning point in your career of choice. While it is true that i really really felt bad when you tasted that loss at the hands of Robin Soderling in 2009, now in hindsight, it was a blessing in disguise. Every great champion needs to taste defeat in order to take his game on a higher level. if you know how to win, you should also know how to pick yourself up and regroup after a defeat. That is the mark of a great champion. and it is no coincidence that in the turning point that i was referring to earlier, you defeated the same man that ended your reign in that same court only a year ago, Robin Soderling.
When you were sidelined for almost a whole year and couldnt even win minor tournaments, because of injury according to reports, I was worried. I had a strong feeling that the problem was more mental than physical. While it is true that tennis is a physically draining game, it is also first and foremost, a mental game. You lost your confidence and your focus when you were defeated in your favorite clay court and it took you awhile to get over that hump … boy am I glad that you finally did.
I would have wanted to see you and Fed in more Grand Slam finals, BUT, again, I have this feeling that as far as Fed is concerned, YOU are the biggest complex in his life now. its no wonder that several quarters noted that Fed lost to Djokovic because at that time he already knows that he will be facing YOU if he wins that match, they say, how do you explain that 5 set loss when he was leading 2 sets to 1 in a grand slam event? He is Roger Federer for chrissakes! well, some people can be sooo mean, he's only human, despite what you heard on the contrary. He was actually lucky that you were sidelined for about a year and he was able to bounce back after that back-to-back loss to you in 2008 in the French Open and in his favorite Wimbledon. With Novak Djokovic’s star on the rise, could Fed’s be on a free fall? *Fed fans, don’t bite my head off, just asking*
That was no mean feat you accomplished today, a Career Slam at 24, the youngest ever to achieve that honor. You and I really have to meet one day, I just have to see you in action one of these days. When is the question. In the meantime, congratulations are in order, Felicitaciones Rafa, bien hecho (^.^)
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
==> my "SUNDAY BATTLES"
The only task I gave myself in this 5 bedroom, 3 bathroom, 2 kitchen, 2storey house that i call my home which includes a basement, a gazebo and 2 other small building/structures, is to clean 1 room, all 200+ sq. ft. of it … at least once a week. That said room is MINE, and every week there is a battle between my “mature responsible self” and my “lazy slob self”. Last week, im ashamed to say that the former got a beating …booo, let me bury my head in the sand for a while… haay, I have no excuse, not even an imagined illness.
Early on, as in most things that bothers me about …ME, I try to psychoanalyze myself. In this case, to find the reason to my aversion to the entire concept of the word …CLEANING. I don’t know why but, we just never clicked, I was never attracted to it, not even one tinie winnie bit. So imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered that I am allergic to house dust and house dust mites(among other things). I would have bouts of sneezing, watery eyes, hay fever, skin rashes and clogged nose when im exposed to this allergens. Woot, woot, finally, an excuse not to hold that rag or feather duster or whatever it is that one uses for cleaning. I now have a clinical test that gave me the reason and the answer to my question. My conclusion, I don’t like cleaning because cleaning makes me physically and literally …sick! HAHAHA, what a great excuse! From then on, all the cleaning was done by everybody else, except me.
Fast forward by a few years, I got myself treated by an allergy doctor and went tru a treatment called “desensitization” to control my allergies, where they gave me a shot every 2 weeks(?) for, I forgot how many years. To this day, after all that money spent and 1 anaphylactic reaction that could have killed me, I still don’t know if I got better from those shots. Anyway, back to the original topic, ultimately, it was maturity, or at least some semblance of it that made me face the problem head-on. I berated and scolded myself, how can a supposedly well-bred lady sleep in such a messy room, I should be ashamed of myself. well… I am. why didn’t you ask one of your house help to do it, you may ask. that’s a bit of a problem, you see, I have developed a somekind of an OCness about strangers touching my personal effects, tidying my stuff and putting them in places where I couldn’t find them. So that just leaves, ME to do the deed. Besides, me cleaning my room is way overdue. *I think I heard a lot of YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN!*
Now … Sundays are “Must Clean My Room” day, but I have to be honest, i STILL dread this day approaching because of this task. Every week, it is a struggle … a battle that I need to win to prove to myself that im a responsible adult. Every Sunday …this 200 sq. ft. of floor space that I call My Room is there challenging me … daring me to prove myself and show my worth. This week, im very pleased to say that my “mature responsible self” won versus this room, YAHOO !!! after that loss last week, I have to redeem myself and pick myself up if I don’t want to continue to slide into the world of the sloth …no,no,no,no,no.
Did I just hear somebody say, “ SO, why did you write about this again?” welllll … its some sorta theraphy for me, so indulge me, okie? ((*.~))
Early on, as in most things that bothers me about …ME, I try to psychoanalyze myself. In this case, to find the reason to my aversion to the entire concept of the word …CLEANING. I don’t know why but, we just never clicked, I was never attracted to it, not even one tinie winnie bit. So imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered that I am allergic to house dust and house dust mites(among other things). I would have bouts of sneezing, watery eyes, hay fever, skin rashes and clogged nose when im exposed to this allergens. Woot, woot, finally, an excuse not to hold that rag or feather duster or whatever it is that one uses for cleaning. I now have a clinical test that gave me the reason and the answer to my question. My conclusion, I don’t like cleaning because cleaning makes me physically and literally …sick! HAHAHA, what a great excuse! From then on, all the cleaning was done by everybody else, except me.
Fast forward by a few years, I got myself treated by an allergy doctor and went tru a treatment called “desensitization” to control my allergies, where they gave me a shot every 2 weeks(?) for, I forgot how many years. To this day, after all that money spent and 1 anaphylactic reaction that could have killed me, I still don’t know if I got better from those shots. Anyway, back to the original topic, ultimately, it was maturity, or at least some semblance of it that made me face the problem head-on. I berated and scolded myself, how can a supposedly well-bred lady sleep in such a messy room, I should be ashamed of myself. well… I am. why didn’t you ask one of your house help to do it, you may ask. that’s a bit of a problem, you see, I have developed a somekind of an OCness about strangers touching my personal effects, tidying my stuff and putting them in places where I couldn’t find them. So that just leaves, ME to do the deed. Besides, me cleaning my room is way overdue. *I think I heard a lot of YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN!*
Now … Sundays are “Must Clean My Room” day, but I have to be honest, i STILL dread this day approaching because of this task. Every week, it is a struggle … a battle that I need to win to prove to myself that im a responsible adult. Every Sunday …this 200 sq. ft. of floor space that I call My Room is there challenging me … daring me to prove myself and show my worth. This week, im very pleased to say that my “mature responsible self” won versus this room, YAHOO !!! after that loss last week, I have to redeem myself and pick myself up if I don’t want to continue to slide into the world of the sloth …no,no,no,no,no.
Did I just hear somebody say, “ SO, why did you write about this again?” welllll … its some sorta theraphy for me, so indulge me, okie? ((*.~))
Thursday, September 9, 2010
==> DEAR NINANG
Dear Ninang,
You would have been 88yrs old yesterday. Sorry this came a day late, but, I did greet you in Facebook yesterday and it is still September 8 in some parts of the world :) in the old days, by now there would have been tons of birthday gifts and greetings from friends and colleagues. You would have worn a new dress too, as you always did on your birthday.
let me tell you about OUR ninang. She is a vain fashionista, that’s a fact. I know your everyday routine of washing your face with CY Gabriel Wonder Soap(don’t forget the CY ‘coz without it, its fake!) and putting on Ponds Cream day and night. she will never be caught without powder, lipstick, perfume and stockings outside of our house. Have to call Ason or Fanny(both manicurists) to have your nails done every week and have to go to the salon in Pasay to have your hair trimmed every month. Of course, every so often, the 3 of us, you, mamay and I would make that trip to the fabric shops to get materials for your clothes. The lace and embroidered collars, the electric pleated skirts, the jusi dresses and gowns…oh and your favorite things in the world ... jewelry, perfume, wrist watches, shoes and bags. Haay, I miss our favorite haunt in those days, SM Makati ! you would have been so happy that there are now huge malls 15 mins away from Carmona. Its no secret that you and I have been going “malling” every week even before that word came to the consciousness of most pinoys. She loves to eat out in style. How could I forget one of your famous creed, “ no fastfood for me, I want to be served !” our Ninang who doesnt mind being called Ninang even by those who are really not her "inaanak", me included :)
Ahhh, those were such happy memories that I always enjoy repeating to those who never had the priviledge of meeting you. Some of them are surprised at how close you are to the entire family and even to our extended family and yet, we are not at all related by blood. BUT blood is just genetics right? The bond that ties us goes beyond that, it’s the meeting of souls tied by deeply rooted shared memories and experiences, TOGETHER.
I wish I had more time to write this for you. But the clock is ticking and there is no time to spare for editing, researching and reminiscing. While it is fun to look back at those days, remembering all that also brought tears to my eyes with the realization that your death stopped all that from happening again.
Happy Birthday Ninang, it has been nearly 16 years since you left us but the memories and your words of wisdom is still very much in this house and will remain here for as long as I breathe. You will always be in our prayers and in our hearts. watch over us as im sure you always do and remember us to our good Lord and to our dear Mama Mary in heaven. You were happy with us but I bet you are happiest with Them. I miss you Ninang :)
Sunday, August 29, 2010
==> KULANG PA BA?
*to my english speaking friends, who do not understand pilipino or tagalog, im afraid this entry is not for you. not because i dont want you to understand what's written here but because i felt that this one is better said in my native tongue. BUT, if you insist on knowing the english translation of this, send me a message on FB or on my email account and i'll get back to you.
*parang sinasapian yata ako ng isa sa mga iniidolo kong manunulat na si ginoong conrado de quiros, dahil ito ang minsang kong natutunan sa kanya. na kung ang isusulat mo ay para sa mga Filipino, isulat mo sa wikang Pilipino.
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tatagalugin ko na to at ng mas maliwanag.
tutal naman, ang gusto ko namang iparating eh para sa kapwa ko pilipino.
ayoko na nga sanang patulan ang tungkol dito, pero habang tumatagal parang di ko na gusto ang nangyayari, mukhang lumalala tayo.
mapagpasenya kong tao, pero pag sobra na, sinasapian na ko ng dati kong ugali na di kagandahan. sige, tama kayo, hindi maganda ang naging resulta ng mga pangyayari noong ika 23 ng Agosto. isang malaking trahedya and naganap, maraming namatay, malungkot ang mga Intsik at galit sila sa atin. sa madaling salita, bugbog sarado ang imahe ng pilipinas sa kanilang bansa. isang napakalaking blackeye ang ngayon ay nasa mga mata ng bansang Pilipinas. ARAY KO! tinanggalan ng trabaho ang ilang pilipino doon, pinagsasalitaan ng di maganda sa tren(MTR), sa bus at mga tindahan. nung una ang reaksyon ko sa lahat ng ito eh kagaya rin ng iba sa inyo. ang katwiran ko, sige tanggapin na lang natin ang lahat, kasi namatayan sila, nasaktan at aminin natin may mga pagkukulang tayo. palpak ang police, palpak ang gobyerno, palpak ang mga mamamahayag natin, palpak ang buong pilipinas! yan ang sentimiento ng mga Intsik pero ang nakakalungkot, tinutulungan pa natin sila na bugbugin ang sarili natin at tanggapin na wala tayong kwentang bansa. isang napakalaking kahangalan na hayaan natin silang abusuhin ang nararamdaman nating kalungkutan sa mga pangyayari sa pamamagitan ng pagtanggap ng lahat ng pagmamalabis na ito. tama bang pagbayaran ng buong pilipinas at ng bawat pilipino ang lahat ng magiging pagkakamali o kakulangan ng isa o iilan? tama ba yon? may nakapagsabi sa akin, "bakit tayo tuwing may uuwing pilipinong pinatay ng kanilang amo sa ibang bansa ng dahil sa pagmamalupit nila dito, hinahayaan lang natin, pinapayagan, wala tayong galit sa kanila". may katwiran ang tanong, pinagisip ako. dahil kaya mas mabait tayo kaysa sa kanila? hindi naman siguro. mukhang ang tunay na dahilan eh wala tayong masyadong pagtingin sa sarili natin. ang katwiran natin lagi, talagang ganyan ang buhay. MALI, hindi ganyan ang buhay, pag tinatapakan ka, tumayo ka at ipagtanggol mo ang sarili mo. ganon ang mabuhay. pero...
nakakapagod din palang sisihin ng sisihin ang sarili mo at sipasipain pa, lalu nat bagsak ka na para sa isang bagay na talaga namang di mo alam na kung nangyari sa isang mayamang bansa eh di rin ganon ang magiging katapusan... na marami ring mamamatay. ang hilig kasi natin ikumpara ang sarili natin sa mga mayayamang bansa, akala natin patas ang pagkukumparang yon. nalilimutan natin na wala tayong pera para bumili ng mga armas na meron sila, walang pagsasanay ang ating polisya na gaya ng sa kanila, sa lahat ng bagay, kapos tayo. sasabihin ng iba, kasi kinukurakot ng mga nanunungkulan ang pondo ng bayan, tama, pero kaibigan kung di mo makita na mas malalim ang ugat ng lahat ng problema natin sa korupsyon, eh nakakaawa ka. tanggapin atin ang katotohanan na kung minsan, MASAKIT ANG MANGGALING SA ISANG MAHIRAP NA BANSA, maging mga sarili mong mamamayan, gusto kang tapakan. hanggat patuloy nating ginagawa ito sa sarili natin, huwag na tayo umasa ng respeto mula sa ibang lahi.
ang makiramay ba tayo at ipagdasal ang mga biktima, ang papanagutin ba natin ang mga may sala at nagkulang, ang humingi ba ng tawad at pangunawa sa pangunguna ng atin mismong pangulo sa isang pangyayari na sinimulan ng isang pilipinong maliwanag na wala na sa tamang pagiisip eh KULANG PA BA? ANO PA BA ANG DAPAT NATING GAWIN? ANO PA BA ANG GUSTO NILA SA ATIN?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
==> HAPPY BIRTHDAY & BON VOYAGE my dear Nanay One
written on 27 July 2010
published on 15 August 2010
***Nanay One would have been 87yr old today and its 5 days before the 40th day since her death. catholics believe that those who die ascends into heaven 40days after death***
At times like this…
i wish I had the gift of poetry or prose…
so I could write in eloquent words...
what i want to say about my aunt...
whose name is Asuncion...
but, even if this is far from being a literary piece...
for what its worth, still, i want to say these...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Nanay One...
now that you're already gone...
you're sorely missed by everyone.
when the idea of writing something for you came up...
i knew, it’s not going to be easy…
where, how, do I start this…
for each time i reminisce…
i see an entire lifetime of service…
to your family…
to your nephews and nieces…
to your relatives and friends...
i cannot help but be overly emotional...
sentimental...
be engulfed in grief.
For every school uniform…
for every birthday dress…
and for every wedding gown that you have sewn…
not to mention every dish that you cooked…
there’s no way in the world…
that your existence will be forgotten…
no, that's not gonna happen...
with fondness…
and gratefulness…
you will always be remembered affectionately…
by those of us who has been on the receiving end of such generosity.
I wish that there was some way i could have spared you…
the discomfort you had to endure for more than a year…
for even as you suffer…
i could not bring myself to ask our good Lord to take you…
im sorry, the fault is partly yours…
you helped raise a selfish girl who could not let go of you.
i realized early on…
that no matter how long i convince myself to take this on…
i could never be prepared for a moment like this…
and that, this is just how the cycle of life is...
i guess...
i knew…
just like when Ninang died…
when you go...
a part of me will die too.
Like many catholics, whose faith is still very much lacking...
in my conversations with God since you became ill...
i found myself asking…
to Him i would say…
when will your suffering end…
why did He allow this to happen to you…
why did He torture me in this way…
giving me the center and front seat…
for me to witness up-close how your body slowly waste away…
He whispered to me, in His way…
“this is your chance to return the favor”…
then...
i understood…
and accepted...
we have not served you enough yet.
Right then and there…
i wish i was a better person...
or a better person was given the priviledge…
for I know my own limitations…
you and Mamay deserve better...
much, much better…
than li’l ole me…
who was raised to always depend on someone else…
now the one being depended on.
No amount of praise…
nor highfalutin words…
not even my tearful eyes…
nor my grateful heart…
is enough…
to convey my sentiments…
to an aunt whom I also consider one of my nanay…
who was there from the moment of my birth…
to make herself available…
to serve…
to help…
to care…
and to love…
the children her late youngest sibling left behind.
so...
with a heavy heart...
i say...
go…
you're free...
go home to your creator...
He is calling you...
you have done what He wants you to do…
you have lived a long and productive life…
go where there is peace...
and eternal happiness...
you of all people deserve this rest...
im sooo glad you're finally free from suffering and pain...
Mission Accomplished Nanay One…
take all our expressions of love and gratefulness with you...
BON VOYAGE.
published on 15 August 2010
***Nanay One would have been 87yr old today and its 5 days before the 40th day since her death. catholics believe that those who die ascends into heaven 40days after death***
At times like this…
i wish I had the gift of poetry or prose…
so I could write in eloquent words...
what i want to say about my aunt...
whose name is Asuncion...
but, even if this is far from being a literary piece...
for what its worth, still, i want to say these...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Nanay One...
now that you're already gone...
you're sorely missed by everyone.
when the idea of writing something for you came up...
i knew, it’s not going to be easy…
where, how, do I start this…
for each time i reminisce…
i see an entire lifetime of service…
to your family…
to your nephews and nieces…
to your relatives and friends...
i cannot help but be overly emotional...
sentimental...
be engulfed in grief.
For every school uniform…
for every birthday dress…
and for every wedding gown that you have sewn…
not to mention every dish that you cooked…
there’s no way in the world…
that your existence will be forgotten…
no, that's not gonna happen...
with fondness…
and gratefulness…
you will always be remembered affectionately…
by those of us who has been on the receiving end of such generosity.
I wish that there was some way i could have spared you…
the discomfort you had to endure for more than a year…
for even as you suffer…
i could not bring myself to ask our good Lord to take you…
im sorry, the fault is partly yours…
you helped raise a selfish girl who could not let go of you.
i realized early on…
that no matter how long i convince myself to take this on…
i could never be prepared for a moment like this…
and that, this is just how the cycle of life is...
i guess...
i knew…
just like when Ninang died…
when you go...
a part of me will die too.
Like many catholics, whose faith is still very much lacking...
in my conversations with God since you became ill...
i found myself asking…
to Him i would say…
when will your suffering end…
why did He allow this to happen to you…
why did He torture me in this way…
giving me the center and front seat…
for me to witness up-close how your body slowly waste away…
He whispered to me, in His way…
“this is your chance to return the favor”…
then...
i understood…
and accepted...
we have not served you enough yet.
Right then and there…
i wish i was a better person...
or a better person was given the priviledge…
for I know my own limitations…
you and Mamay deserve better...
much, much better…
than li’l ole me…
who was raised to always depend on someone else…
now the one being depended on.
No amount of praise…
nor highfalutin words…
not even my tearful eyes…
nor my grateful heart…
is enough…
to convey my sentiments…
to an aunt whom I also consider one of my nanay…
who was there from the moment of my birth…
to make herself available…
to serve…
to help…
to care…
and to love…
the children her late youngest sibling left behind.
so...
with a heavy heart...
i say...
go…
you're free...
go home to your creator...
He is calling you...
you have done what He wants you to do…
you have lived a long and productive life…
go where there is peace...
and eternal happiness...
you of all people deserve this rest...
im sooo glad you're finally free from suffering and pain...
Mission Accomplished Nanay One…
take all our expressions of love and gratefulness with you...
BON VOYAGE.
Monday, August 2, 2010
==> A FIRST
*** this particular entry was written in June of 2010. the decision to publish this in my blog was delayed because I need time to convince myself that’s its ok to write about ME. some very sad events took place since then and putting this out there in cyberspace is also a way for me to get myself out of that depressing state. Writing has been my bestfriend lately. It helps me to exorcise some ghosts, lets me get off steam, and hopefully dig whatever sense of humor I have within me. at times like this...i most certainly need it. ***
When I first started this blog, I NEVER intended to write about myself. when my sister first heard im blogging, she thought it would be my personal diary and her reaction was…whaaat...yuck, everybody could read it! at that time i thought, you don’t know me at all sis, I would NEVER reveal my innermost thoughts to the world, specially and particularly NOT to my relatives. Of course, I quickly clarified that it is going to be anything but a personal diary. This blog was suppose to be my punching bag, it was just suppose to host my rants and complaints about social issues. So what am I doing now writing about myself? This is certainly A FIRST for me. its not as if Im going to write anything that would cause a family scandal, or anything controversial. I have enough common sense not to do that. This is purely about a personal observation about nobody else but myself. if in the course of reading this somebody out there feels slighted or anything close it, let me put it for the record that it was never my intention to do that. But what can I do if somebody out there can relate to or may feel alluded to in my thoughts-in-written-form…let the chips fall where they may. I don’t care, my conscience is clear, so be it. Here goes…
Not too long ago, out of nowhere, I found myself wittingly or is it unwittingly compelled to do a bit of self-reflection. I knew that I am not the same person that I was in my early and late teens, but I never realized how much I’ve changed until I was forced to reminisce about the past and face the realities of the present. Some changes are trivial, some seriously significant, but everyone of them duly noted and appreciated by me. I don’t know exactly what had happened, there was definitely no conscious effort on my part to change, i was not the sentimental nor the emotional type, in fact, I was the opposite. I never noticed it then but i was the most cynical, the most selfish and the most impatient person that I know.
In conversations with 3 separate individuals on 3 separate occasions, 2 of them much older than me, some very difficult family situations came up and opinions were exchanged. when I read what I wrote to address those issues and as soon as i uttered the words, I cannot believe what I just wrote and said. I had to remind myself several times that those words came from me. I kept asking myself, was that me...where did that come from? i never imagined that i would one day advice someone about life lessons and that someone thinking im actually pretty good at counselling, ME? i was like, wait a minute, what just happened here? well, the whole thing sort of opened my eyes to who I am now and to the idea that my character and personality could still evolve in the future.
If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you be flabbergasted if this is how you were then and this is how you are now…
…THEN, I always want to get my own way, and, i dislike being told what to do. If somebody tells me to do something like let’s say…study…I would very likely not do that if only to prove a point, that im the boss of me and I would do it only if I want to. I sulk…bigtime, when somebody orders me around, or, when what I want to happen is overruled by somebody who’s word carries more weight simply because this somebody is older than me.
…NOW, I consult my elders when making important decisions as a sign of respect more than anything else. For example, instinctively, instead of openly challenging her authority over me as I did before, I would censor what I would wear in deference to my mother’s sensibilities. I figured, it will not kill me to let her get away with some things from time to time. But, to all intents and purposes, I now usually get my own way, I do what I want to do…usually!
…THEN, I grew up not doing any household chores. There was always somebody else who does and do those things in my home and that’s not me. I don’t even do my own bed. My main “job” then is to drink my vitamins and milk everyday, go to school and study. Ok, ok, im sort of a…spoiled brat!
…NOW, I do my own bed. I clean my own room. I sometimes cook and I wash my own clothes, and I also do the laundry of other members of my family, at least I load it up in the washing machine. In fairness to me, I employ 4 other people whom I could ask to do this, but no, I do it myself!
…THEN, I do not like asking for favors, from anyone.
…NOW, I have accepted the fact that I cannot do everything alone, that there are times when I may have to ask for someone else’s help and I have learned to reluctantly do that.
…THEN, I never studied from grade school to highschool and in most of my college life. I would never pick up a book to study because I was interested to learn, I only do that because I have to get a passing grade, to get my parents off my back. I’ve always loved to read, but never the required textbooks for school. Again, its probably because, I didnt want the choice of books to be anybody else’s but mine.
…NOW , it’s a source of joy for me to learn something…anything new. If im interested in a subject, I research, and read and read and read everything that I could get my hands on. Practically everything is interesting for me to learn something from. I really should have studied history and culture in college, it would have given me joy and satisfaction, instead, i took up commerce because of my warp sense of values in my youth. which brings me to the next one...
...THEN, i thought money is the answer to every problem. it buys you the luxuries you have always craved for, the fame and stature you seek, the financial security that gives you peace.
...NOW , after the fire that ravaged the homes of 2 of my cousins next door, i realized that everything that is of this world is temporary, that we should never allow ourselves to be attached to material things no matter how expensive or rare it may be. its there now, it could all be gone in one minute.
…THEN, true to my Obsessive Compulsive’ness and my Control Freak’ness, I am a perfectionist. I would freak out when things are not done according to my specifications and when a solution to a problem is out of my hands.
…NOW, im still an OC and a CF, but I accept that nobody’s perfect, including me, and I have opened a little bit of “room for mistakes” from the people around me. Meaning, I’ll give you another chance to redeem yourself and you better do it right next time. “Letting go”, “making do” and “that’s just how things are”, are now part of my everyday life.
…THEN, I don’t cry, I just cant’ cry for sentimental reasons. In school, during spiritual recollections, while the rest of class are already in tears, my eyes on the other hand could not even manage a single drop of tear. I can cry from anger and frustration but never for anything mushy or schmaltzy or anything overly dramatic. To me, crying is a sign of weakness that I don’t intend to indulge in.
…NOW, I cry at the drop of a hat. When I hear or see acts of kindness and selflessness, when im faced with national pride, when im touched by God’s love, I just find myself with tears in my eyes. Yes, I have become somebody that I once abhor…I have become a sentimental fool and im so ok with it, I think it makes me more human.
…THEN, patience is a virtue i never had. I have little patience with people who have low IQ, low EQ and the likes. To me, if you don’t get what im telling/teaching you after repeating myself twice, youre not gonna get it, ever, so im outta there. If you’re somebody who does not learn from past experiences because of immaturiy, stubborness or sheer stupidy and therefore makes the same mistakes over and over again, I would not even bother and waste my time with you, I may even ridicule you in the privacy of my own mind.
…NOW, I have more patience with people. in fact, more often than not, I would take time out to explain, to encourage, to guide, to assist in everyway possible as much as I can, until…I loose my patience again because you’re not paying attention :) for short, Im not going to help you if you’re mind is elsewhere, I never said I have become a saint :)
…THEN, I try to avoid and I have little respect for weaklings specially those who do not know how to handle money and are always asking for a loan and does not pay that loan at a specific day agreed upon. my trust, once lost because of the absence of word-of-honor, or because of greed or deceit or whatever, will never be regained.
…NOW, very little has changed as far as my view on this matter is concerned but, if anything, im no longer quick to judge these people. How they ended up with this character flaw, I do not know. Who am I to judge another when I do not know the entire circumstance of the person involved. So, I will remain cautious but…again, I will give them a “little” room for a benefit-of-a-doubt.
...THEN, when something goes wrong and a problem crops up, the first thing i do is to find someone to blame.
...NOW, when something like that happens, the first thing i do is to ask myself first, could the fault be mine? before pointing fingers at anybody i will first examine myself if iam at fault in any way.
…THEN, I do not believe in the phrase, "Forgive and Forget”. I may be able to forgive someone who has wronged me but only IF they asked for my forgiveness AND, IF my temper has subsided which could last for a few days or a few months or even years. BUT, I will never forget what has transpired. If youre spreading lies about me or any of my loved ones, regardless of your age or relation to me, in my world you do not exist, I will not talk to you no matter how long it takes. If im mad at you, you would know it and I wouldn’t even loose sleep over it.
…NOW, I would not be comfortable knowing there is tension between me and another soul. That’s why even if I know that you’re stabbing me behind my back, and, even if you have not asked for my forgiveness, I will take it upon myself to greet you first and acknowledge your presence and I can still treat you graciously. im not averse to the idea of taking the higher road, if only to prove to you and to myself that im a bigger person than you. Stressing about these things causes more damage to me so I’ll let the heavens take care of you. Even if im not confrontational by nature, I will not give anybody an inch if somebody walks all over me or any of my loved ones OR we are openly challenged or insulted in public. If one is a two-faced b*tch, I can also play that game, though, I still wouldn’t be able to forget the kind of person that you are and the evil things that you do. Throwing caution would be a really stupid thing to do in this case, so im not going to do that.
…THEN, I am quite opinionated, I have an opinion on just about everything. And I believe that the only opinion that matters is…mine.
…NOW, I still believe that having an opinion on issues is a good thing, but, I now realize that I am not always right. i dont condemn nor hate people whose opinions are different from mine, in fact, hearing and discussing issues with another person of opposite views can only firmly solidify my beliefs even more, or, rectify a wrong or a misconception that i may harbor as correct.
food-for-thought to those of you who may be classified as a "shallow youth" or an "immature adult", yes, it is still possible. without you even knowing it, your transformation could already be in the works.
In the future, will I add more things in this list? I honestly don’t know. As far as im concerned, im still a work in progress. There are still too many things that leaves much to be desired in me. Without any intention of forcing the issue, I believe that the positive changes will come…in time. To those of you who knows the stresses and pressures that I face everyday of my life, you would understand that for a control freak like me, even if I don’t seek these changes, I NEED to welcome them. The idea of accommodating, indulging, wallowing and nurturing these stresses is out of the question for it is a sure guarantee for depression and madness. I will not allow that to happen to me. I will do what I can to lighten the load of burdens that I carry off my back. I have learned quite a few lessons in my life and one of them is the meaning of ACCEPTANCE and SACRIFICE. I never realized how big those words are until now, how difficult, and at the same time how important it is to understand and fully grasp their meaning and ultimately, embrace them tightly in my life. Am I there yet? I’d say, im halfway there…but I try, and will continue to try…even if it is still a struggle to do that…
When I first started this blog, I NEVER intended to write about myself. when my sister first heard im blogging, she thought it would be my personal diary and her reaction was…whaaat...yuck, everybody could read it! at that time i thought, you don’t know me at all sis, I would NEVER reveal my innermost thoughts to the world, specially and particularly NOT to my relatives. Of course, I quickly clarified that it is going to be anything but a personal diary. This blog was suppose to be my punching bag, it was just suppose to host my rants and complaints about social issues. So what am I doing now writing about myself? This is certainly A FIRST for me. its not as if Im going to write anything that would cause a family scandal, or anything controversial. I have enough common sense not to do that. This is purely about a personal observation about nobody else but myself. if in the course of reading this somebody out there feels slighted or anything close it, let me put it for the record that it was never my intention to do that. But what can I do if somebody out there can relate to or may feel alluded to in my thoughts-in-written-form…let the chips fall where they may. I don’t care, my conscience is clear, so be it. Here goes…
Not too long ago, out of nowhere, I found myself wittingly or is it unwittingly compelled to do a bit of self-reflection. I knew that I am not the same person that I was in my early and late teens, but I never realized how much I’ve changed until I was forced to reminisce about the past and face the realities of the present. Some changes are trivial, some seriously significant, but everyone of them duly noted and appreciated by me. I don’t know exactly what had happened, there was definitely no conscious effort on my part to change, i was not the sentimental nor the emotional type, in fact, I was the opposite. I never noticed it then but i was the most cynical, the most selfish and the most impatient person that I know.
In conversations with 3 separate individuals on 3 separate occasions, 2 of them much older than me, some very difficult family situations came up and opinions were exchanged. when I read what I wrote to address those issues and as soon as i uttered the words, I cannot believe what I just wrote and said. I had to remind myself several times that those words came from me. I kept asking myself, was that me...where did that come from? i never imagined that i would one day advice someone about life lessons and that someone thinking im actually pretty good at counselling, ME? i was like, wait a minute, what just happened here? well, the whole thing sort of opened my eyes to who I am now and to the idea that my character and personality could still evolve in the future.
If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you be flabbergasted if this is how you were then and this is how you are now…
…THEN, I always want to get my own way, and, i dislike being told what to do. If somebody tells me to do something like let’s say…study…I would very likely not do that if only to prove a point, that im the boss of me and I would do it only if I want to. I sulk…bigtime, when somebody orders me around, or, when what I want to happen is overruled by somebody who’s word carries more weight simply because this somebody is older than me.
…NOW, I consult my elders when making important decisions as a sign of respect more than anything else. For example, instinctively, instead of openly challenging her authority over me as I did before, I would censor what I would wear in deference to my mother’s sensibilities. I figured, it will not kill me to let her get away with some things from time to time. But, to all intents and purposes, I now usually get my own way, I do what I want to do…usually!
…THEN, I grew up not doing any household chores. There was always somebody else who does and do those things in my home and that’s not me. I don’t even do my own bed. My main “job” then is to drink my vitamins and milk everyday, go to school and study. Ok, ok, im sort of a…spoiled brat!
…NOW, I do my own bed. I clean my own room. I sometimes cook and I wash my own clothes, and I also do the laundry of other members of my family, at least I load it up in the washing machine. In fairness to me, I employ 4 other people whom I could ask to do this, but no, I do it myself!
…THEN, I do not like asking for favors, from anyone.
…NOW, I have accepted the fact that I cannot do everything alone, that there are times when I may have to ask for someone else’s help and I have learned to reluctantly do that.
…THEN, I never studied from grade school to highschool and in most of my college life. I would never pick up a book to study because I was interested to learn, I only do that because I have to get a passing grade, to get my parents off my back. I’ve always loved to read, but never the required textbooks for school. Again, its probably because, I didnt want the choice of books to be anybody else’s but mine.
…NOW , it’s a source of joy for me to learn something…anything new. If im interested in a subject, I research, and read and read and read everything that I could get my hands on. Practically everything is interesting for me to learn something from. I really should have studied history and culture in college, it would have given me joy and satisfaction, instead, i took up commerce because of my warp sense of values in my youth. which brings me to the next one...
...THEN, i thought money is the answer to every problem. it buys you the luxuries you have always craved for, the fame and stature you seek, the financial security that gives you peace.
...NOW , after the fire that ravaged the homes of 2 of my cousins next door, i realized that everything that is of this world is temporary, that we should never allow ourselves to be attached to material things no matter how expensive or rare it may be. its there now, it could all be gone in one minute.
…THEN, true to my Obsessive Compulsive’ness and my Control Freak’ness, I am a perfectionist. I would freak out when things are not done according to my specifications and when a solution to a problem is out of my hands.
…NOW, im still an OC and a CF, but I accept that nobody’s perfect, including me, and I have opened a little bit of “room for mistakes” from the people around me. Meaning, I’ll give you another chance to redeem yourself and you better do it right next time. “Letting go”, “making do” and “that’s just how things are”, are now part of my everyday life.
…THEN, I don’t cry, I just cant’ cry for sentimental reasons. In school, during spiritual recollections, while the rest of class are already in tears, my eyes on the other hand could not even manage a single drop of tear. I can cry from anger and frustration but never for anything mushy or schmaltzy or anything overly dramatic. To me, crying is a sign of weakness that I don’t intend to indulge in.
…NOW, I cry at the drop of a hat. When I hear or see acts of kindness and selflessness, when im faced with national pride, when im touched by God’s love, I just find myself with tears in my eyes. Yes, I have become somebody that I once abhor…I have become a sentimental fool and im so ok with it, I think it makes me more human.
…THEN, patience is a virtue i never had. I have little patience with people who have low IQ, low EQ and the likes. To me, if you don’t get what im telling/teaching you after repeating myself twice, youre not gonna get it, ever, so im outta there. If you’re somebody who does not learn from past experiences because of immaturiy, stubborness or sheer stupidy and therefore makes the same mistakes over and over again, I would not even bother and waste my time with you, I may even ridicule you in the privacy of my own mind.
…NOW, I have more patience with people. in fact, more often than not, I would take time out to explain, to encourage, to guide, to assist in everyway possible as much as I can, until…I loose my patience again because you’re not paying attention :) for short, Im not going to help you if you’re mind is elsewhere, I never said I have become a saint :)
…THEN, I try to avoid and I have little respect for weaklings specially those who do not know how to handle money and are always asking for a loan and does not pay that loan at a specific day agreed upon. my trust, once lost because of the absence of word-of-honor, or because of greed or deceit or whatever, will never be regained.
…NOW, very little has changed as far as my view on this matter is concerned but, if anything, im no longer quick to judge these people. How they ended up with this character flaw, I do not know. Who am I to judge another when I do not know the entire circumstance of the person involved. So, I will remain cautious but…again, I will give them a “little” room for a benefit-of-a-doubt.
...THEN, when something goes wrong and a problem crops up, the first thing i do is to find someone to blame.
...NOW, when something like that happens, the first thing i do is to ask myself first, could the fault be mine? before pointing fingers at anybody i will first examine myself if iam at fault in any way.
…THEN, I do not believe in the phrase, "Forgive and Forget”. I may be able to forgive someone who has wronged me but only IF they asked for my forgiveness AND, IF my temper has subsided which could last for a few days or a few months or even years. BUT, I will never forget what has transpired. If youre spreading lies about me or any of my loved ones, regardless of your age or relation to me, in my world you do not exist, I will not talk to you no matter how long it takes. If im mad at you, you would know it and I wouldn’t even loose sleep over it.
…NOW, I would not be comfortable knowing there is tension between me and another soul. That’s why even if I know that you’re stabbing me behind my back, and, even if you have not asked for my forgiveness, I will take it upon myself to greet you first and acknowledge your presence and I can still treat you graciously. im not averse to the idea of taking the higher road, if only to prove to you and to myself that im a bigger person than you. Stressing about these things causes more damage to me so I’ll let the heavens take care of you. Even if im not confrontational by nature, I will not give anybody an inch if somebody walks all over me or any of my loved ones OR we are openly challenged or insulted in public. If one is a two-faced b*tch, I can also play that game, though, I still wouldn’t be able to forget the kind of person that you are and the evil things that you do. Throwing caution would be a really stupid thing to do in this case, so im not going to do that.
…THEN, I am quite opinionated, I have an opinion on just about everything. And I believe that the only opinion that matters is…mine.
…NOW, I still believe that having an opinion on issues is a good thing, but, I now realize that I am not always right. i dont condemn nor hate people whose opinions are different from mine, in fact, hearing and discussing issues with another person of opposite views can only firmly solidify my beliefs even more, or, rectify a wrong or a misconception that i may harbor as correct.
food-for-thought to those of you who may be classified as a "shallow youth" or an "immature adult", yes, it is still possible. without you even knowing it, your transformation could already be in the works.
In the future, will I add more things in this list? I honestly don’t know. As far as im concerned, im still a work in progress. There are still too many things that leaves much to be desired in me. Without any intention of forcing the issue, I believe that the positive changes will come…in time. To those of you who knows the stresses and pressures that I face everyday of my life, you would understand that for a control freak like me, even if I don’t seek these changes, I NEED to welcome them. The idea of accommodating, indulging, wallowing and nurturing these stresses is out of the question for it is a sure guarantee for depression and madness. I will not allow that to happen to me. I will do what I can to lighten the load of burdens that I carry off my back. I have learned quite a few lessons in my life and one of them is the meaning of ACCEPTANCE and SACRIFICE. I never realized how big those words are until now, how difficult, and at the same time how important it is to understand and fully grasp their meaning and ultimately, embrace them tightly in my life. Am I there yet? I’d say, im halfway there…but I try, and will continue to try…even if it is still a struggle to do that…
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
==> DESTINY'S CHILD and the yellow son rises
Nearly thirty seven years ago today, Benigno Servillano "Ninoy" Aquino Jr. wrote an impassioned letter to his then thirteen year old son Benigno Simeon "Noynoy" Aquino III...
August 25, 1973
Fort Bonifacio
11:30pm
Mr. Benigno S.. Aquino III
P E R S O N A L
My dearest Son:
One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight. In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man - the matador - is pitted against an angry bull. The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet “muleta” and sword. The Spaniards call this “the moment of truth..” This is the climax of the bullfight.
This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie’s, your sisters’, yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.
I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I’ve been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the “Anti-Subversion Act” and murder.
You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me… I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.
You may ask: why did you do it?
Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.
You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people. For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence. Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition… And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.
The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.
I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings. In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.
Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate. Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage. It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.
I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant’s revenge.
It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino. Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them.
I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero-worshipped him so much, I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time..
In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.
Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection.
Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage. I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid, you will now have to go it alone without your guide.
The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience. There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength.
Son, the ball is now in your hands.
Lovingly,
Dad
i have reprinted Ninoy's letter to Noynoy to give a better insight of the man that will be sworn into the Office of the President of the Republic of the Philippines today...
...the kind of burden he has carried on his shoulders as far back as a young man of
thirteen
...the kind of family he grew up in
...the kind of parents that nurtured him.
this time last year, when traditional politicians were already eyeing the presidency, when they were jockeying for positions, wasting their ill-gotten resources with their never-ending infomercials, poor Juan de la Cruz was praying for divine intervention. in our desperation, some of us were prepared to settle for the lesser evil, whom in all practical purposes is still evil. Mar was ok but he couldnt reach the masses no matter how hard he tried. the others...some of them are tainted to begin with...some, to put it bluntly hasnt a snowball's chance in h*ll to win. then came August 1, 2009, Cory died and our nation's date with destiny began...again. our eyes are now focused on one man, Benigno Simeon AquinoIII. whether he liked it or not, whether he deserved it or not, he now has to take the centerstage, the torch that his parents held are now passed on to him.
i distinctly remember his and his sister's reaction when first asked if he intends to seek a higher office the following year. his sisters said "NO, ayaw ni mom ng ganyan" and Noy's reponse was "NO, my mom said i should finish my term until 2013". little did this family know, that saying NO to the most coveted office in the land makes Noy even more attractive as a candidate in the eyes of a desperate nation, mas gusto natin yung hindi atat na atat sa posisyon, hindi ba? during Cory's wake, a reporter asked Mar Roxas and Frank Drilon and the other LP stalwarts if the party will consider Noy as VP for the 2010 polls and they replied "this is not the time to discuss that". immediately after the funeral, the same people were asked the very same question and this time their reply was "we'll talk to Noy if he is open to the idea of being the VP of Mar". Vice President? Wellll, the Yellow Army is not after the posistion of VP for Ninoy and Cory's son. the more the Aquino sisters seem hellbent on Noy not running for any public office in 2009, the louder the clamor for him to run became. at one point they asked their brother why he's even considering it, he replied, "for God, for Dad and Mom". after much soul searching...he made a decision. after billions of pesos spent to discredit him, after the dirt that was thrown at him, after the cloud of doubt planted on the electorate to rethink their choice, the filipino people have spoken. they gave the son of Ninoy and Cory a landslide victory and that's what i mean when i say...destiny taking over a nation's history.
...Mr. President, the ball is now in your hands...
August 25, 1973
Fort Bonifacio
11:30pm
Mr. Benigno S.. Aquino III
P E R S O N A L
My dearest Son:
One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight. In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man - the matador - is pitted against an angry bull. The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet “muleta” and sword. The Spaniards call this “the moment of truth..” This is the climax of the bullfight.
This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie’s, your sisters’, yours and all our loved ones as well as mine.
I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I’ve been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the “Anti-Subversion Act” and murder.
You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision. Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me… I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.
You may ask: why did you do it?
Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.
You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people. For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence. Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition… And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.
The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.
I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings. In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.
Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate. Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage. It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.
I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant’s revenge.
It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino. Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them.
I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero-worshipped him so much, I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time..
In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.
Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection.
Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage. I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid, you will now have to go it alone without your guide.
The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience. There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength.
Son, the ball is now in your hands.
Lovingly,
Dad
i have reprinted Ninoy's letter to Noynoy to give a better insight of the man that will be sworn into the Office of the President of the Republic of the Philippines today...
...the kind of burden he has carried on his shoulders as far back as a young man of
thirteen
...the kind of family he grew up in
...the kind of parents that nurtured him.
this time last year, when traditional politicians were already eyeing the presidency, when they were jockeying for positions, wasting their ill-gotten resources with their never-ending infomercials, poor Juan de la Cruz was praying for divine intervention. in our desperation, some of us were prepared to settle for the lesser evil, whom in all practical purposes is still evil. Mar was ok but he couldnt reach the masses no matter how hard he tried. the others...some of them are tainted to begin with...some, to put it bluntly hasnt a snowball's chance in h*ll to win. then came August 1, 2009, Cory died and our nation's date with destiny began...again. our eyes are now focused on one man, Benigno Simeon AquinoIII. whether he liked it or not, whether he deserved it or not, he now has to take the centerstage, the torch that his parents held are now passed on to him.
i distinctly remember his and his sister's reaction when first asked if he intends to seek a higher office the following year. his sisters said "NO, ayaw ni mom ng ganyan" and Noy's reponse was "NO, my mom said i should finish my term until 2013". little did this family know, that saying NO to the most coveted office in the land makes Noy even more attractive as a candidate in the eyes of a desperate nation, mas gusto natin yung hindi atat na atat sa posisyon, hindi ba? during Cory's wake, a reporter asked Mar Roxas and Frank Drilon and the other LP stalwarts if the party will consider Noy as VP for the 2010 polls and they replied "this is not the time to discuss that". immediately after the funeral, the same people were asked the very same question and this time their reply was "we'll talk to Noy if he is open to the idea of being the VP of Mar". Vice President? Wellll, the Yellow Army is not after the posistion of VP for Ninoy and Cory's son. the more the Aquino sisters seem hellbent on Noy not running for any public office in 2009, the louder the clamor for him to run became. at one point they asked their brother why he's even considering it, he replied, "for God, for Dad and Mom". after much soul searching...he made a decision. after billions of pesos spent to discredit him, after the dirt that was thrown at him, after the cloud of doubt planted on the electorate to rethink their choice, the filipino people have spoken. they gave the son of Ninoy and Cory a landslide victory and that's what i mean when i say...destiny taking over a nation's history.
...Mr. President, the ball is now in your hands...
Saturday, June 26, 2010
==> my not too GREAT EXPECTATIONS
as i have entitled this piece, i dont have great expectations of the soon-to-be inaugurated Philippine president and his administration, even if it is a fact that I VOTED FOR HIM. once upon a time, i considered myself an idealist, now im afraid im more of a pragmatist. actually, when writing about Philippine politics, im more cynical than anything else. there may still be some remnants of that idealism in me but i have to admit, it is slowly disappearing into thin air. years of disappointment with our so-called leaders slowly eroded that idealism and the last straw for me is the last administration's 9 years in power and it's efforts in making itself synonymous to impunity. to think that the word IMPUNITY was not even in my vocabulary until a certain Gloria Macapagal Arroyo came into power...salamat ha, nadagdagan ang alam kong english word ...pero sana di na lang :(
my expections are simple and it is coupled with a bit of advice, or plea to the new president, like let's say...
...if one day, you yourself in a moment of insanity, is tempted to do an unlawful act like lets say, rig an election, pleeeease, dont get caught. stop yourself with all your might from calling a comelec official named, let's say, Hello Garci. if you are caught, i beg you, dont address the public in nationwide television and say a tearful but badly acted..."I AM SORRY", without even explaining what youre sorry for and even defending your actions...Te, mag workshop ka muna, medyo masama pa ang acting! huhu..sniff,sniff, wala tuloy na ni wa la... (>_<)
...if one day one of your close relatives is identified as the owner of bank accounts whose balance total in the hundreds of millions and worse using an alias like, let's say, Mr Jose Pidal, pleeeease, dont protect that relative by saying the real Mr Pidal is his brother whose name is, let's say, Iggy Arroyo even if Iggy could not even sign the same way the real account owner, his brother can...kasi naman Iggy, dapat nagpraktis ka pa ng signature ni Mr Pidal bago ka sumalang sa congressional investigation, ayan tuloy, wala ding na ni wa la...(^><^)
...if one day, a close ally whom you gifted with a government position, let's say as a cabinet undersecretary of the Dept of Agriculture and whose name is, lets say, Jocjoc Bolante, was found to have funded a project using 700+ million of government funds to buy fertilizers and pesticides and distributing them to your allies in the House of Representathieves, whose districts does not even have agricultural land...pleeeease, dont try and coverup for him and send him abroad or worse say that you hardly know the man... bakit ang sweet nyo dati ni FG ha JokeJoke, eh di naman pala kayo close? ang sakit naman nun, hurt ka?...((*#*))
...if one day, you are invited to play golf in their country by a large foreign corporation, let's say named, ZTE, who wants to clinch a multi-billion peso government contract, pleeeease, try and decline that invitation or if you cant help yourself and you really want to go, ask the PSG to check the area for photogs and under no circumstances should you be photographed...Bakit kasi maggo golf lang, sa Shenzen pa, bakit di na lang sa WackWack, e di sana treat pa kayo ni Abalos ng BURJER doon, guaranteed pa naman ang sarap nun!...{(*~*)}
...if one day, photos of your golfing escapade abroad surfaces and witnesses are called in the senate, let's say one of them goes by the name of, Rodolfo "Jun" Lozada, pleeeease, dont send him abroad and dont kidnap the poor guy upon arrival at the airport when he comes back. also remind the people who fetched him not to drive him literally in circles outside of metro manila to scare him off so that he will toe the line. you might end up having somebody too scared, he'll just cry all over the senate nearly wetting his pants... si Neri oks na oks kasabwat, kahit kuryentehen mo pa sya literally, ang isasagot lang sa senate inquiry na magiimbestiga sa kanya, EXECUTIVE PRIVILEDGE! eh si Lozada, ang daling magpanic, di lang naihatid agad sa bahay nila nagiiyak na agad sa media at kumanta na ng long playing! ang saya tuloy sa senate :):):)
what about the time, at the height of the SARS pandemic, when a certain Mrs President upon arrival from a "working" visit abroad got herself confined in Asian Hospital supposedly for self-quarantine(wow very responsible), but was in reality admitted to the hospital for a reason that is not exactly noble but just pure and simple vanity like lets say...a leaking breast implant! hahaha, nagdeny pa nung una, aaminin din naman pala na nagpalagay ng implant ang lola mo, nagpabuking pa kasi, nalaman tuloy namin ang di naman namin gustong malaman, no! siguro mrs president, dahil noong 1970's pa pala nung ginawa ang procedure na yan, dapat pina pacheck din yan na parang kotse, kailangan ang tune-up paminsan minsan ((*.~))
i could go on and on about these issues, there's certainly no shortage of scandals involving this administration, BUT, id better stop there because im afraid i'll give myself a headache if i continue further. in a nutshell Mr PNOY(President Noy), what im saying is...DONT GET CAUGHT WITH YOUR HAND INSIDE THE COOKIE JAR, OR, IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO, EVER! and IF YOU'RE STUPID ENOUGH TO GET YOURSELF CAUGHT IN A TIGHT SPOT, CREDIT THE FILIPINO PEOPLE WITH A LITTLE BIT OF COMMON SENSE, just a little bit, AND DONT INSULT OUR INTELLIGENCE AND SAY, YOU'RE JUST TRANSFERRING THE COOKIES IN ANOTHER JAR. NAMAN! ...ninanakawan ka na, nagpapahuli pa, niloloko ka pa na akala mo aanga-anga ka...OK KA LANG?
one day, maybe soon, the purists among us may disagree with PNOY because he would need to make very tough decisions. Disappointment will be a word we may hear often as we will be made to swallow some bitter pills, concessions will be arrived at and people with dubious or questionable characters may be accommodated by the new goverment, all in an effort to move the country forward. let us not squander yet again our chance to right the wrong, to correct our mistakes, to fix what's broken, and to rise where we have fallen by closing our minds and make the mistake of not giving the man now at the helm of our government...the benefit of a doubt. People, pleeeease, lets' give him a chance...
Friday, June 18, 2010
==> THE YELLOW ARMY
…is their existence a mere perception...imagination...illusion...wishful thinking…do they come together as a group only when our leaders has become so thick-faced, bold-faced or steel-faced that they have become so brazen, fearless and undaunted in doing their evil deeds? our so-called leaders who insult our intelligence and even our common sense when they "try" to make us believe that they did an excellent job in the last 9 years and so, in trampling over our rights and making a mockery of our laws and social institutions, they are doing all of us a favor, therefore, we should be grateful.
do we as a nation resurrect this “mythical” group everytime our country reaches a critical point in our history? To set the record straight…
1. The Yellow Army is real. It is strong, robust and alive.
2. Its members are Filipinos willing to give their time, strength and resources for a common goal.
3. they still BELIEVE that all is not lost and our dream of becoming a great nation will one day be realized.
4. They remain in most cases, principled, committed, and focused to do whatever they can to take this country in the direction where their dreams could be realized.
5. They were willing to put their own lives on hold, leaving their jobs and their profession to work tirelessly more often than not working under the radar and for free.
6. They do not expect to be rewarded in their efforts except perhaps, to the people whom they have helped install in powerful posts, to give this country a decent and honest government.
7. They are those who in their own way try and educate the ignorant, the uninformed, and the misinformed about national issues and try to engage the uninterested, the apathetic and the cynical members of our society to be a part of history and learn its lessons.
8. Finally, they would do everything in their power to promote in a big way or in a small way, quietly or loudly, openly or discreetly what they believe in and support the ideals of Ninoy and Cory Aquino, that…
The Filipino is worth DYING FOR and
The Filipino is worth LIVING FOR.
The Yellow Army was born when Ninoy was killed in 1983. Their coming together are always spontaneous and never planned and always, triggered by a sense of outrage. As far as I know, it was called into action 3 times in our nation’s history. The 1st was in February1986 during the 1st People Power Revolution to oust Marcos the Dictator. The 2nd was January2001 during the impeachment and the eventual ouster of Erap the Plunderer. Since then, they have fallen into a deep slumber and was only jolted from that state with the death of Cory last year. Faced with the kind of leaders they now have, they realized what they had just lost. A woman who did not enrich herself in power. A woman who was not intoxicated by that power and was ready to relinguish it to her successor. A woman who led a simple life and continued to live until the day of her death in the modest bungalow that she shared with her husband. And a woman who gave up her quiet and comfortable life to lead us but whom we abandoned after putting her in power. sadly, we left her at the mercy of wolves disguised as political leaders, men of the armed forces who suffers from messianic complex(or is there also a political agenda?), government bureaucrats and the like. We expected her to solve our problems while she herself was trying to survive threats from all sides. In short, we did not do our part and she did hers. Maybe in our guilt, or remorse, The Yellow Army was once again called into action for the 3rd time. They launched a People’s Campaign to ensure the victory of Ninoy and Cory’s only son in the 2010 presidential polls.
To the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Volunteers of the Yellow Army, here and abroad, victory is indeed sweet BUT the dream for a better nation still remain. They vow not to abandon the current bearer of the torch, to remain vigilant and help him in nation building. Hopefully, we can count on that promise. We MUST keep the torch lit and the faith alive.
The Yellow Army is no myth. I know this for a fact because I consider myself one of them or at least, i symphatize with their cause. i don’t bear nor carry an identication card that identifies me as a member. It is enough that we share a common dream. im concerned and i care where this country is headed. i always vote for public servants according to my conscience and it is always an informed choice. My loyalty is not to the Aquino Family but to the ideals their parents espoused and tried to uphold. The Yellow Army will always be grateful to Ninoy and Cory Aquino for their service to the Filipino. Until a better leader rises from the ranks, it is not a bad thing to try and emulate them, not at all…
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
==> ENOUGH! ...for now...
Much has been said, written and discussed, about the incoming Philippine president. He has been flooded by unsolicited advices, has been dismissed as a political lightweight, his legislative record was branded as “unremarkable” and even his sanity was questioned. He has been ordered, dared and challenged, to perform miracles that would solve the problems that has been ailing this country for decades before he could even raise his hand in an inauguration. Worse, he has been the subject of nitpicking like we’ve never seen before in this country coming from the supposedly unbiased and objective media practitioners, opinion writers and columnists, corrupt and thick-faced traditional politicians, some hollier-than-thou church leaders, cyberbullies, paid hacks and the outgoing administration’s apologists. They pick on his clothes, his hair, his sister, his posture, etc,etc,etc. They demonize him by constantly asking and nagging about his smoking habit to a point of practically ordering the incoming Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Philippines to stop, as in right now by every pinoy-know-it-all/smarty pants diguising as well-meaning concerned citizen. i would bet my entire savings that among these demanding bunch of characters, the noisiest did not even vote for him. the nerve!
What has the poor guy done to deserve all this unwarranted attention on the most trivial of matters? Oh, I know, he gave up whatever is left of his quiet and private life, gave in to our clamour for him to carry the torch left by his parents and ran and eventually won the thankless job of being the Philippine president.
What the h*ll is wrong with you people, give the guy some space! Legitimate issues and concerns specially those that involve the state would be dealt with in due time. In the meantime let us not make his life miserable by continously harrassing the poor guy with “non-issues”. Nuff said.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
==> WHY NOT...GORDON...
Here’s another candidate that has ZERO chance of winning the 2010 Presidential Polls, with less than 2% in the survey ratings, what the h*ll am I thinking wasting my time writing about the guy? Mr Gordon is definitely afflicted with the disease called "SURVEY PHOBIA", it is a disease characterized by the irrational fear of survey results...muahahaha, i have to thank Mr. Esposo of the Philippine Star for that one. Anyways, this is the same guy who sued 2 of the country’s reputable survey firms(for giving him the 2%...hahaha), the guy is just a candidate for chrissakes, yet he's already acting like a dictator, what an a**hole!
In all honesty, I never really intented to write about Mr. Dick Gordon in the first place, BUT, I just read the column of Ms. Patricia Evangelista in the Philippine Daily Inquirer and I couldn’t help but agree with what she wrote. Its like she took the words out of my mouth, or is it my brain, well…maybe both. So… here are some excerpts of what Pat has to say about Dick…
((((((“I’m frank,” he says in an interview, after he finished a tangent on the idiocy of everyone but Gordon. “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks.” Gordon is on another level altogether—a presidential candidate who throws national tantrums, tosses sexual innuendoes at female reporters, and goes ballistic at the suggestion Dick Gordon is not the most popular boy in class. “You people,” is how he refers to everyone on his rants, “you people are the problem.” For this man, a ballot that does not circle Dick Gordon is a result of some conspiracy against him or a failure in intelligence. It is odd for a man so contemptuous of people to claim he is a man who will represent them best.
He has sued survey companies for brainwashing the public, says the problem of this country is that people do not think. He is contemptuous of the running mate who has had nothing but praise for him. Ask him about Bayani Fernando, and the tandem that took the country by surprise. Ask him why he decided on Fernando. “I did not choose him, he was the one who came to me.” He says he admires what Fernando has done for Marikina. Most of all, Gordon admires Fernando’s admiration for Dick Gordon.
I never met Gordon before the election season. Whether this is who he really is, or whether the ranting and raving is a reaction to stress and pressure and the survey numbers he swears he cares nothing for, this is not what I want from my president. Presidents are not exempt from humility, and those who think they are end up tyrants and dictators. It is a waste of what would have made a good leader; perhaps a long time ago Gordon knew how to inspire. That Gordon now spends most of his interviews complaining about his opponents, blaming the survey companies and harassing his interviewers explains much about the personality of this man.
There are many and varied reasons why I will not vote for Richard Gordon, and it is not because Noynoy Aquino’s parents were allied 20 years ago with the TV station I write for today, or because Gilbert Teodoro’s people gave me a free T-shirt. Neither is it because the surveys have stolen my mind, or because of oligarchies and monopolies and the sad state of Philippine democracy, or because of any bias for any particular candidate. I would like to put it on the record: I will not vote for Richard Gordon because he is Richard Gordon.”))))))
After reading Ms Evangelista’s column, I couldn’t help but say…YEAH, ME TOO PAT, I TOO WANT TO PUT IT ON RECORD...I WILL NOT VOTE FOR RICHARD GORDON BECAUSE HE IS RICHARD GORDON.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
==> WHY NOT...GIBO...
I don’t know why im even bothering to write about a presidential candidate whose chances of winning the 2010 presidential polls are NONE and NIL. But, Gilbert Teodoro seems to be attracting a good number of young people, mostly college students from reputable schools to vote for him, or at least, consider him the best candidate for the job of CEO of this republic. If only for that, i gave in to the temptation to write about the man.
To say that I AM SURPRISED by this support for Gibo from the supposedly “hope and future of this nation”, is an understatement. As far as im concerned, a more apt description would be, I AM DISMAYED at their lack of depth, lack of shrewdness, and lack of discernment as evidenced by this glaring display of poor judgement. I would have been elated had they chosen to display their idealism and thrown their support for Nicanor Perlas or even JC de los Reyes because my perception of these 2 candidates is that they are men of strong principles, even if they also need to do some reality check of their own(do they really believe they have a chance at all?).
YES, on paper, Gilbert Teodoro’s credentials are impressive. Does that mean that the others are dumb, stupid or incompetent?
Cant’ the young people of today see beyond the image that the candidate himself wants to project? Is his supposed academic achievements more important than his character? Does Gibo’s TOTAL lack of commitment in prosecuting his president and her cohorts, in making them accountable of their crimes against the Filipino people, is that ACCEPTABLE to the “learned” youth of the Philippines? Do they not even care that his benefactor of so many years and whose interest he has forwarded and supported is none other than Marcos’ number one crony and his uncle Danding Cojuanco. Was’nt his entire political career until only a few months ago is with his uncles’ NPC, whose members are mostly the second or third generation Marcos men? Does it not bother them that the clowns behind his candidacy are the same clowns that made a mockery of our national institutions by repeatedly, blindly and brazenly supporting and conniving with his president? yes kids, Gloria’s cohorts and the clowns im referring to are one and the same, they are your honorable members of the House of Representathieves and your local government officials, all members of the Lakas-Kampi political party which Gibo is proud to be affiliated with. If all that is just cool with you kids, then, huhu…sniff…sniff…For me, a person’s character is defined by the company he keeps, plain and simple. The saying "Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are", is still relevant and true to this day.
In 1965, a politician who was often described as having a brilliant mind and a leader with a vision and who incidentally is also a Bar topnotcher, became the president of this country. Twenty years after, he was booted out of his office in disgrace that left our nation deeply divided, our national treasury depleted and our public servants in moral decay. They say, our young people have no sense of history, sadly, that impression is not entirely baseless. Could the reason be because today's youth never knew how life was when Marcos was in power? Have they taken democracy for granted because they never knew its opposite, dictatorship and/or authoritarianism? HISTORY HAS THE TENDENCY TO REPEAT ITSELF UNTIL WE HAVE LEARNED ITS LESSONS.
“Galing at Talino” is not synonymous to good leadership. Good leadership is first and foremost about good character.
At this point in our country's history when our institutions are still weak, TRUST is still an important factor in choosing our leaders, trust in our leader's good character. Our frustration and anger over how our public servants are leading our nation has little to do with the candidates’ platform of government or an intellectual plan of governance, it has everything to do with honesty, transparency and accountability. Each of these candidates can promise us the heavens, BUT, we all know that in Philippine politics…TALK is simply…CHEAP.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
==> the day the "CIRCUS" came to town
True enough, the circus did hit our little town. Lets see, how will I describe the show? Highly amusing? Definitely! Entertaining? You bet! Was it a rewarding experience? For some, they were rewarded by candies, tshirts and calendars, all with the names and images of our circus perfomers of course!
Headlining the show are the most colorful of personalities in the business. The likes of the “ganito kami sa makati” fame, none other than the king of the makati political dynasty, Jejomar “jojo” Binay. Also present is the “king of coup-de-etat” himself, the very poor and destitute juan ponce enrile. Not to be left out is the partlist group of the el shaddai “holy man”, another needy and impoverished personality, Bro. Mike Velarde of the Buhay Partylist group. Of course not to be missed are the 3 star clowns of the show. First is the man they call Leon Guerrero, the “sleeping beauty of the philippine senate” Lito Lapid. Next is another clown whose star continous to shine in the senate, none other than “ang panday” himself, Ramon “bong” Revilla. And… the star of the show…the pardoned plunderer…the ousted president…the former jailbird…mr Joseph “erap” Estrada…applause, applause…
Now with these clowns running the show, tell me, is it any wonder why our country is in such a sorry state?
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