Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Good Morning?

You wake up every morning with a renewed sense of hope. Bagong araw, bagong umaga. I will do my best today, you say. I will be kind to everyone, you say. I will stand against death penalty because it is inhuman and anti-poor. I will not condone extra-judicial killings because "who watches the watchmen". And then you start to connect with the world thru that silly smart phone, read about today's news and then, just then, fall into the trap of reading the comments section of an article about another drug-related killing spree.

EH PARANG HINDI NAMAN MAMIMISS NG UNIVERSE YUNG MGA IBA DITO KUNG SAKALING MABIKTIMA SILA NG EJK. AT FRANKLY AH KUNG IPAPATAW ANG DEATH PENALTY SA MGA NAGKAKASALA SA PAGIGING MAKASARILING MANGMANG EH HINDI RIN NAMAN KAWALAN. AT BAKIT KO BA PINASASAKIT YUNG PUSO KO SA PAG-AALALA EH MUKANG KUNG SINO PA ANG MAS MAAARING MADAMAY EH SILA PA ANG TUWANG TUWA. 

But at that point, you step away from it. Breathe. What did Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. say? Oh yeah. Do not let the world make you hard. Yes, that.

Good morning.

Soldier on.



Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Please don't be a Tito

When I read about Tito Sotto's dialogue with a rape victim on live television where he decided to blame her for what happened, I felt furious. The fact that he uttered those insensitive remarks for the entire nation to hear means he believed he is absolutely right with his thinking. It brought me back to that time, not long ago, when the country was divided about our dear President catcalling a news reporter. My Facebook feed turned into a court room. It was messy. There were things said by women to her fellow women that I couldn't stomach. My fingers were itching to write and weigh in on the issue. But it was politically tainted. I don't have the energy to defend my opinion and see no need for it, honestly. I did not want to join the circus. So what I did, instead, was open my phone's notes and wrote what I wanted to say. 

I wrote this:

To Our Children 

To every girl who is still figuring it out: It's wrong. If someone does that to you, when you are alone, minding your own business on the streets, I hope you do not look down and try to find the fault within yourself. It's not there. It will never be because of any of your doing.

And to every boy who didn't get it so clearly: it's wrong. When your friends encourage you to do it, say NO. When society expects you to behave like that because you are a boy, be insulted. You are not like that. We are not raising you to be like that.

When a woman was catcalled on a stage as big as live television, I am sorry we weren't very clear as to whether it was right or wrong. But kids, we'll try to get it right the next time around. I promise. For the meantime, I'm so, so sorry.


As long as there are Tito Sotto's in this country, I promise to not stop feeling furious. Utang na loob. Let's stand up against this.   



Monday, July 11, 2016

Relationship Milestone



That post is the short of the story. Let me tell you the long of it.

Keng and I do not share the same religion. This information comes up quite often now that we’re about to get married. Most seem surprised when they learned of it. A few weren’t really concerned. The most common question we get, of course, is this: Sino’ng magpapaconvert?

Which, I think, is the wrong question.

When we got engaged, one of the most serious, if not THE most serious, discussions we had was about religion. You see, I get that it’s a touchy subject for everyone. You are not supposed to argue about religion even with your friends, and the best way to make sure you don’t is avoid the topic altogether. That wasn’t how it is for Keng and myself. We do talk about it.  But I can’t remember one instance when we argued over it- directly or indirectly. I believe that the secret is simple: I never thought that I was a better person than him because I am Catholic. I never felt like he thought he was better than me because he’s Protestant. So for more than 12 years, we were able to build a relationship around the fact that we both go to church on Sundays. Only not the same church. I always say I’m not bothered that he is from a different religion. What’s important to me is that he believes that there is a God, that he prays, that he strives to live a purposeful life. I believe that with my whole heart. We both believe, too, that one of the major factors why we both maintained strong ties with our respective families is the bond that faith and religion brings. So, at the end of that important talk, we made the decision that we want to share the same religion before getting married.

Going back to the “Sino’ng magpapaconvert?” question, I feel uncomfortable answering it. Of course, it becomes easier when Keng jumps in and answers, “Ako”, but it seems like a question of who won between us. That since Keng would be the one to convert I somehow “won”, or that he loves me more or he agrees that Catholicism is the better religion. But that is nowhere near the essence of this decision. 

Like you, I am tired of people pitting religions against each other. Faith is something very personal. Your religion is a manifestation of that faith. And because we all have our different ways, we can choose what vehicle fits us best. That is religion for me- the vehicle. Faith is the core. This move that we decided on, this doesn’t intend to prove that one religion is better than the other. On the contrary, we showed that we are on the same page. We both understand that what’s important is our faith and that we make nurturing such faith in ourselves and in the family we are about to create a priority. It just so happened that we think we can do that best if we are both Catholics.

On a rainy Saturday morning, in a near-empty church, with both our families present, which is something I greatly appreciate, Keng received his acceptance and confirmation into the Catholic faith. It was a short and solemn occasion. After that, we headed to a nearby restaurant for brunch. No awkwardness or anything. After all, Keng just changed his religion. At the core, Keng and I, his family and mine- we are all the same.



Wednesday, July 6, 2016

HELLO

It's me!

I've been wondering if after all these years.... KIDDING!

I haven't written anything here for more than a year now. Frankly, I tried but can't seem to finish anything. There's this constant anxious feeling about letting your opinion out there again. Blame it on social media's courtroom i.e. the comments section. It's just so messy these days. But, this is my safe haven- my tiny spot in the vast and harsh world of the world wide web. Here we can agree to disagree silently.

I guess I'm back.



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