Have you ever...
Wala lang. Ayoko mag-aral kaya ito ang inaatupag ko...
HGD, pahiram ha ;)
*BOLD THE ONES YOU'VE DONE*
smoked a cigarette
smoked a cigar
made out with a member of the same sex
crashed a friend's car
stolen a car
been in love -- SOBRANG BOLD yan
been dumped
shoplifted--when I was a kid, haha =P
been fired
been in a fist fight--when I was a kid, I used to punch the boys in class, then run to my teacher if they'd retaliate, haha =)
snuck out of my parents' house --bold na bold yan!
had feelings for someone who didn't have them back --sobra!
been arrested
made out with a stranger
gone on a blind date
lied to a friend--kababawan lang
had a crush on a teacher-- hahaha =)
been to Europe
skipped school
slept with a co-worker
seen someone die-- no, but I once saw a kid right after she died...God rest her soul
had a crush on one of your LJ friends--what's LJ? live journal? i don't have one.
been to Canada
been to Mexico
been on a plane
thrown up in a bar--I've thrown up outside a bar
purposely set a part of myself on fire
eaten sushi
been snowboarding
met someone in person from LJ
been moshing at a concert
been in an abusive relationship-- I've been in emotionally abusive relationships.
taken painkillers-- I've taken Ponstan, Tylenol, and Flanax, only to find out I was allergic to them
love someone or miss someone right now--SOBRANG BOLD yan
laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
made a snow angel
had a tea party
flown a kite
built a sand castle
gone puddle jumping
played dress up
jumped into a pile of leaves
gone sledding
cheated while playing a game--when I was a kid, yeah
been lonely
fallen asleep at work/school
used a fake ID--never had to do this in the Philippines
watched the sunset
felt an earthquake
touched a snake
slept beneath the stars
been tickled
been robbed
been misunderstood
petted a reindeer/goat
won a contest
run a red light
been suspended from school
been in a car accident--when I was a kid
had braces
felt like an outcast--oh, yeah
eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
had deja vu
danced in the moonlight
hated the way you look
witnessed a crime
pole danced
questioned your heart
been obsessed with post-it notes
squished barefoot through the mud--in the mountains of Tarlac, haha =)
been lost--so many times, in so many places
been to the opposite side of the country--yup, in the Philippines. I've been to Laoag, which is on the northern end of the country, and Leyte and Cebu, which are the farthest places I've ever been to in the south
swam in the ocean
felt like dying
cried yourself to sleep
played cops and robbers
recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers
sung karaoke
paid for a meal with only coins--when I was in college...hehe, may pagka-jologs ako
done something you told yourself you wouldn't
made prank phone calls
laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
caught a snowflake on your tongue
danced in the rain
written a letter to Santa Claus
been kissed under a mistletoe
watched the sun rise with someone you care about
blown bubbles
made a bonfire on the beach
crashed a party
gone rollerskating
had a wish come true--so many wishes...I'm blessed
humped a monkey--yuck, ang balahura naman nito!!!
worn pearls
jumped off a bridge
screamed penis in class--uh????
ate dog/cat food--yuck!
told a complete stranger you loved them
kissed a mirror
sang in the shower
have a little black dress
had a dream that you married someone
glued your hand to something
got your tongue stuck to a flag pole
kissed a fish
worn the opposite sex's clothes --do jeans count?
been a cheerleader
sat on a roof top
screamed at the top of your lungs
done a one-handed cartwheel--yup...those were the days when I did gymnastics
talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
stayed up all night
didn't take a shower for a week
pick and ate an apple right off the tree
climbed a tree
had a tree house--we had a semi-tree house
are scared to watch scary movies
believe in ghosts
had more then 30 pairs of shoes
worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say
gone streaking
played ding-dong-ditch
played chicken
been pushed into a pool with your clothes on
been told you're hot by a complete stranger--yes, unfortunately
broken a bone
been easily amused--always
caught a fish then ate it
made porn
caught a butterfly
laughed so hard you cried
cried so hard you laughed
cheated on a test
have a Britney Spears CD
forgotten someone's name
slept naked
French braided someone's hair
gone skinny dippin in a pool--for two minutes because I got cold
been threatened to be kicked out of your house
been kicked out your house
Me and my crazy thesis
Gawd. I have such a love-hate relationship with my thesis.
Di ko siya matapos-tapos and it's taking its toll on my life.
I met with my advisor a month ago regarding my thesis. It turned out I had to reorganize some sections and revise the chapter on my data analysis. She knew I was just dying to get it out of my way but she wants me to do a decent job in finishing it because she believes I can get it published or get a research fellowship with it (*keeping my fingers crossed*).
If only I had enough time--and discipline--to work on it. But no. It's been a month and I'm not yet done with the revisions.
Oh Lord...
Now I just found out I may be able to teach in the fall. The program chair penciled me in for a class on Social Problems (bwahahaha,
ako ba 'to?). But he just found out I don't officially have my MA yet. If I get it in August, I can teach. If not, I have to wait another semester. So that means I really have to get the final copy of my thesis done..."for one and for all," as Angelica Jones put it. Hehe =)
Pray for me.
On her feastday

St. Mary Magdalene
By A. Page, CSC
You cleanse the false
Until you found the true
Your beauty wounded
Until beauty wounded you.
And plunged your soul
Into so clear a spring.
Your tears fell as chaste pearls
At Mercy's Feet.
Happy feastday to St. Mary Magdalene, my patron saint!Today is the feastday of St. Mary Magdalene, a woman I strongly identify with and one of my patron saints--ever since that fateful night when I made my peace with God.
Mary of Magdala is certainly one of the most controversial figures in the Catholic Church and indeed, Christianity in general. Was she a prostitute or simply a convert (a previously sinful person but not necessarily a prostitute) who spent the rest of her life following Christ? Did the Church conflate her identity with Mary of Bethany, or the woman with the alabaster jar who annointed Jesus' feet, and assume that she had led a "questionable" life, since the bible says Jesus drove seven demons out of her? Was she really the beloved disciple? Was she the real author of the fourth Gospel in the New Testament, she who received special teachings from Jesus, only to be silenced and kept anonymous simply because she was a woman? Did the male-dominated early church see her as a threat and undermine the authority and involvement of women by reducing her to a one-dimensional character and "harlotizing" a woman of substance?
In the end, it doesn't matter. She may be misunderstood and misjudged by human beings but God knows who she is, how much she loved the Lord, and how much she matters in God's eyes. And it cannot be denied that she is the Apostle to the Apostles. The good news of salvation, the Resurrection of our Lord, was given to her.
On her feastday, I can only pray that I may reclaim and renew my devotion to God and to be brave enough to testify to the works of God and the Good News in my life as my patron saint did in her lifetime.
(NOTE: The picture is a painting entitled Magdalene, by Carlo Dolci; retrieved from http://www.magdalen.org)
In memoriam
Today also marks the fourth death anniversary of my dear friend Titan, who died in a car accident in Sorsogon in 2001. In retrospect, I believe the timing of his death was symbolic. He, a "closet Catholic," as he claimed to be (on account of the conflicts between his sexuality and the prejudice of the Church toward gays and lesbians) died on the feastday of St. Mary Magdalene, the Apostle to the Apostles, at 3:00PM, the hour of great mercy. (I was facilitating an immersion in Bilibid at that time, and I remember how several inmates from Maximum Security told me that I was really
"matamlay" or
"wala sa sarili" that afternoon. I must have had a premonition then because the very next day, at 8:00AM, I received a text message from a friend in Bicol who broke the sad news to me.)
God. I went through different emotions at that time--from shock to denial to hysteria to anger to numbness to grief to depression. He was supposed to go to Manila the following week, and we had made plans to go bar/club-hopping and dance the night away, like the good old days. Since I knew my parents wouldn't allow me to stay out late, let alone sleep over at a friend's house, I had even considered pretending I had to facilitate an immersion that weekend, just so I could hang out with Titan. If truth be told, Titan taught me to sneak out during our second year in college, which was the height of my "wild girl" years, hehehe =). He left Ateneo after the first semester because his parents felt it would be better for him to stay in Bicol, but whenever he visited Manila, we would meet up and paint the town red.
Tumatakas ako n'un para lang sa kanya.Anyway, please remember my friend in your prayers. Titan, wherever you are right now, I hope and pray that you're happy. I miss you so much,
pero kung saan ka masaya, suportahan ta ka, bakla. Rest in peace, my friend. Stay happy.
Back in Chicago
Well, I'm back in Chicago. I got back at around 2:30PM without any hitches.
I had a great time in Indiana. I wish I could have stayed there longer. I miss Nina already. Actually, I miss her entire family. I'm so touched and honored that they treat me like I'm one of them. I also consider them my family, in a manner of speaking. In some ways, they're more like my family than my relatives in Chicago are, and I don't know if that's a bad thing, but that's just how I feel. Their lifestyle is starkly different from mine but we've found common ground--in our love for Nina, our Christian faith, and our involvement in social justice causes.
I feel bad because I wasn't able to say goodbye to Mike, Nina's dad. Nina's grandparents (on her mom's side) gave me a ride to the train station and they arrived earlier than I expected them to. Mike was working in the shop then and I didn't want to keep Nina's grandparents waiting--
nakakahiya naman--so I left with them right away. I know, I know, I could have asked them if they'd mind making a pitstop at the shop so I could say goodbye to Mike but they were headed toward the opposite direction and I really felt shy about asking them for another favor because their giving me a ride to the train station--which I didn't find out till early this morning--was such a big favor in itself. So I take it Mike was pretty surprised when Janae, Nina's younger sister, entered the shop and announced, "They're gone." I gave him a call shortly before my train took off and I apologized about not saying goodbye and thanked him for having me over. He sounded okay
naman. But I still feel guilty about not saying goodbye to him.
Before she left for her meeting this morning (which gave me the chance to look after Nina and Janae--hehe, feeling mommy), Karen, Nina's mom, told me I was welcome to visit them anytime. When I spoke with Mike over the phone, he also told me, "We should do this again"--meaning, I should visit them again sometime. After all, Shipshewana, IN is just a 3 1/2 hour trip from Chicago--2 1/2 hours by train and an hour from the Southbend train station to their house in Shipshewana. He said it would work out for me to visit them (on a weekend when we were all free) and just take the train from Chicago to Southbend. Maybe I should take Mike and Karen up on their offer. Strangely enough, I've only seen Nina once a year--if at all--ever since I moved to Chicago, even if Chicago isn't too far from Indiana. I guess part of me feels shy and cautious because I don't want them to think I'm interfering with their lives, but if they say I'm welcome and I've been able to do stuff with other members of their family, besides Nina, then I guess it's a good sign.
I miss Nina. WAAAH! =( I didn't cry as much as I did before, but I almost cried during the drive to the Southbend train station and I did get teary-eyed during the train ride back to Chicago. I'd like to believe I've learned to let go and REALLY accept the fact that Nina was never mine to keep. I'm also confident that she's in good hands with her loving, supportive family, and I could never have given her that (as if
pwede ko siyang ampunin n'ung nasa CRIBS
pa siya). But I still miss her. I really consider her my daughter, my "baby" (even if she's already 9 years old), and she really taught me how to love and give of myself. I wonder if I'll ever have kids, but deep inside, I know that even if I'd never have kids, I won't feel incomplete because she was and will always be my daughter--even if I didn't give birth to her and even if I didn't adopt her. Corny as this may sound, I've never loved someone as much as I love her.
By the way, Nina has to go for ear surgery on Friday the 22nd at 10:30AM (Central Time). Please pray for my baby. July 22nd is also my friend Titan's 4th death anniversary, so please pray remember him/her in your prayers, too.
Off to Indiana

I'm leaving for Indiana tomorrow. YAY! =) I'm going to Shipshewana, a small, sleepy town in Northern Indiana with a significant Amish and Mennonite (people with Amish roots who chose to adopt technology) population. It's way out in the country, which will be a welcome change from the urban atmosphere I breathe. I'll be visiting Nina,
my baby, and her adoptive family. (I met Nina when I volunteered at CRIBS Philippines when I was in college. I took care of her for about for years--that is, from my freshman year of college till the time she was adopted, which was five months after I graduated. By the grace of God, I'm in touch with her family, so I visit them every once in a while.) I'm so excited!!!!! =) I haven't seen them for the longest time. I spent part of the holidays with them during my first two years here in the States, but I didn't get to visit them last year because I ended up going home for Christmas and I worked my butt off (with three part-time jobs) during the fall just to pay for my trip.
Ang laki na siguro ng anak ko. The last time I saw her was during her 8th birthday. She's 9 1/2 years old now. Her mom said she grew really tall
daw. Nina's parents are soooo nice. Actually, I look up to their family a lot. They have a business (a canvas shop) that's doing well and a hobby farm, but they're pretty simple and low key. They're also very religious, but not pushy. They're really involved in community service work, not only in Indiana, but also overseas. In fact, they met while doing volunteer work
daw. (I've always said
if I get married, I'll marry a Mennonite.
Kung wala talaga akong pag-asa sa minamahal kong seminarian, maybe I really will scout for a Mennonite boyfriend...hahaha =) At least I won't get struck by lightning.) I consider them the modern-day Holy Family. Nina's parents have four biological children, yet they adopted her, Janae, a five-year-old girl from China (she also came from an orphanage), and as of this year, Marcy, a cute two-year-old baby whom they had taken into foster care when she was four days old. I found out they took in 11 other foster babies before Marcy.
Anyways, I'm excited. I just bought toys for the kids--I always try to get them a little something before I go there. Maybe I'll do some last minute shopping before I take the train down to Southbend--that is, if my work schedule will permit it.
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I'm glad I'm going to Indiana
kasi sobrang ngarag na ako. I now have three jobs, in a manner of speaking. I started doing some part-time editing work for my school's Philanthropy program and my summer internship at a foundation last May. And last Monday, I started my new job as a student assistant at the women's archives office at my school. It can be crazy to divide my time between all these jobs, especially when I have conflicts in my schedule, but I have no choice. Since I'm no longer on scholarship, I have to save up so I can pay for my tuition and rent this year. God willing, I'll be done with all my coursework by the end of the summer, so my tuition will be much cheaper. I know my parents are willing to help me out, but they can't pay for everything. Besides, I try to be as independent as possible because I've always been that way
at para wala nang masyadong maraming salita, hehe =)
I'm not making any sense anymore, so I'd better end here. Have a good weekend, everyone!
To my persistent "admirer" (sarcasm intended)
Hay naku...ang hirap talagang maging maganda at mabait, kung sino-sino tuloy ang naaakit ko.
Kahit ang mga taong "kakaiba" (for lack of a better term. I'm watching my language
. Ayokong magsalita nang masakit, baka may umangal at mag-demanda.).
Someone has been in love with me since our college days, and he simply can't get over me. (You know who you are.) I always knew he said things (blatant lies and twisted fantasies) behind my back,
pero di ko na siya pinatulan. He's also a blogger, and surprise, surprise, I'm all over his blog. I'm mentioned (read: identified by my full name) and alluded to in so many entries. Oh, he's also pretty much updated about what goes on in my life, even if I barely keep in touch with him. The day I found out I got into the Ph.D. program in Sociology (sometime in January of 2004), he e-mailed me to congratulate me about it. Freaky,
noh?
Buti sana kung type
ko siya. Eh hindi. I wouldn't go out with him, even if he were the last guy on earth--and even if he turned into a woman, I still wouldn't fall for him. He creeps the hell out of me, as well as other people (yes, I'm talking to you). I'd stitch myself up before he gets me. God. He used to tell our common friends/acquaintances that "we had something going" and I suddenly shut him out of my life. Hey creep, you better watch your entries about me, or what you say about me in general. If only your posts about me were more neutral or subdued--but they're not. Don't you dare trash my name behind my back, or else I'm gonna kick your ass when I go back home to the Philippines. You know from experience that I can deliver a swift, mean kick where it matters, heeheehee.
Oh, if you're reading my blog (since you most likely know my blog URL now), rest assured that this is the first time I've ever blogged about you (
para quits). You're not the "R" dude I mentioned in my old entries (posted on
April and
June 0f 2005).
Asa ka pa. Get a life, creep.
* * *Pahabol: Yes, you, I'm talking to you. I can see you took down the posts about me that I linked to my blog. Very good.
Dapat lang. Tinanggal ko na rin 'yung links, obvious
ba? Para quits na tayo. Anyway, I appreciate the "public apology" you posted, despite all the drama in your e-mail. So I haven't replied to your e-mail yet. I have more important shiet to take care of, so it will have to wait. It's nice to know I managed to scare you off--which goes to show I'm still capable of being a biatch when provoked.
Another song that speaks to my heart
YAY! After 48 years of trying to get the lyrics of this song and figure out who the heck sang it, I just got the answer to my question. Ah, the wonders of blog-hopping. =)
I've never blogged about this particular love interest before, although I've e-mailed/written a close friend or two about him. Maybe I'm afraid that seeing my thoughts and feelings in print would make the situation even more real. I wouldn't be surprised because I can be the biggest denial queen when I fall in love with someone, especially if that person happens to be a really close friend of mine. I even tend to rationalize my feelings, using such lines as: "
Kapatid (
ate/kuya, depending on the gender)
ko lang yan," "
Di ko siya crush. Emotional attraction/attachment
lang 'yon," or even "
May spiritual attraction
lang ako." God.
Ang labo noh? So now you know, if I ever throw around such statements, it's a big red flag--it means I'm head over heels in love with the person concerned.
I feel like the character of MJ in Spiderman. I've loved a very close friend of mine for the longest time, and before I admitted to myself I was in love with him, there were times when I sensed he had feelings for me, too. Our common friends picked up on the same vibe. But there's no way we could ever be in a relationship. You see, this guy is a seminarian, and he's happy there. I'd get struck by lightning if I act on my feelings. And he knows I've been in contact with nuns for the past four years. Actually, when I started getting "disturbed" by the thought of religious life, he was there for me and encouraged me to be open to that kind of life, despite all my issues. He once told me in jest, "
'Wag kang mai-in love.
Magma-madre ka." We're like the modern-day Brother Sun and Sister Moon,
at malabo talagang maging kami. =(
Dream of Me
Kirsten Dunst
Let me sleep
For when I sleep
I dream that you are here
You're mine
And all my fears are left behind
I float on air
The nightingale sings gentle lullabyes
So let me close my eyes
And sleep, perchance to dream
So I can see the face I long to touch
To kiss
But only dreams can bring me this
So let the moon shine softly
On the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams
He'll dream of me
I hide beneath the clouds
And whisper to the evening stars
They tell me love is just a dream away...
dream away...
I'll dream away
So let the moon shine softly
On the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams
He'll dream of me
Ooh dream of me.
More thoughts about the Philippines
To everyone who shared their thoughts about the political crisis in the Philippines on my blog, thank you. Some of us may have different views, but I respect your opinions anyway.
While browsing through the Inquirer website, I came across this
column by Raul Pangalangan. I am posting it because I support his views. It represents my standpoint toward the Gloriagate fiasco. Isn't it ironic how several of the highest officials in the country (Marcos, Erap, and now GMA) are brazen enough to break the law, then appeal to the public to "respect the Constitution?" Sure, another EDSA is overrated, and the problem is not so much with the leaders we install as with the corrupt system.
The tempting of the fed-up FilipinoJuly 08, 2005 By Raul PangalanganInquirer News Service
"RESPECT the Constitution!" seems to be the most politically acceptable slogan of the hour. Yet history shows that our legal system has time and again shown its ambivalence to extra-constitutional change and, each time, we as a people have reacted differently.
Ferdinand Marcos governed under the 1973 Constitution, which was approved by a mere show of hands when we were under martial law -- woefully short of what the law required, namely, a proper plebiscite with appropriate safeguards. Yet the Supreme Court said, so what if it was illegal so long as the people have accepted the new Constitution? The sovereign people have spoken, who are we to stand in the way?
The Court asked: "If [the people] had risen up in arms and by force deposed the then existing government ..., there could not be the least doubt that their act would ... not be subject to judicial review .... We do not see [this] situation [to] be any different ..., if no force had been resorted to and the people, in defiance of the existing Constitution but peacefully ... ordained a new Constitution."
Until Marcos was ousted at Edsa People Power I in 1986, the nation's liberals and democrats reviled this infamous decision as judicial capitulation, or in the polite language of the time, as too much "judicial statesmanship."
After Edsa I, however, the Court similarly invoked the "political question doctrine" to uphold Cory Aquino's government, but this time, the same liberals and democrats applauded with gusto. Cory promulgated her "Freedom Constitution," not by virtue of a plebiscite, but through the "direct exercise of the power of the Filipino people." The Supreme Court justices, all Cory appointees, found that she became president "in violation of the provisions of the 1973 Constitution as ... Mr. Marcos [had already been declared] the winner in the [snap] elections" and that her government was "revolutionary in the sense that it came into existence in defiance of existing legal processes"-but its legitimacy was "not a justiciable matter [but] belongs to the realm of politics where only the people ... are the judge."
Constitutionalism faced its next challenge at Edsa People Power II, where people power ousted a genuinely elected president, Joseph Estrada. Then-Vice President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo could take over only in case of his death, permanent disability, removal via impeachment, or resignation. But Estrada was alive, able, not impeached, and had not resigned. The Court could have taken the path of least resistance and invoked the political question doctrine, exactly the way it did in the earlier cases. Or, the Court could have institutionalized people power unabashedly, and said that Estrada was "incapacited," not by sickness but by induced political paralysis through "withdrawal of support" by various centers of power in government, including the military and civil society.
But no, the Court held that, unlike Cory who was candid about the extra-constitutional character of her government, Ms Arroyo had assumed office snugly under the present Constitution. Thus, the rather creative version that Estrada had "constructively resigned" based not on his resignation letter but on the Angara diaries. Most telling however were the warnings by the other justices about the "hooting throng," the "innate perils of people power," and their "disquietude [that] the use of 'people power' ['an amorphous ... concept'] to create a vacancy in the presidency [can very well] encourag[e] People Power Three, People Power Four, and People Power ad infinitum."
I cited all these in a May 2001 lecture for the Supreme Court's Centennial, but I could not have imagined we would face the power of this prophecy so soon with Ms Arroyo's June 2005 "apology."
All the Sunday front pages in the major dailies showed wonderful photos of a reflective Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, suffused in soft lighting in just the right hues and in the quiet of her study, doing what we all had longed for her to do: sit down and use her God-given talents to solve our country's problems. Her campaigners had denigrated her opponent as a high school dropout, and exalted her Ph.D. in Economics. If you voted for her because of her superior brains, congratulations; on Sunday, she finally sat down to use them.
Until then, she was content with photo ops, attending prayer rallies here, distributing goodies there. Government policies sounded fine on paper, but were hostage to politics in practice, negotiable at every turn, to pay for every political debt, or assuage each passing "tampo" [tantrums] by some loyal "trapo" [traditional politician]. And, as the Garci tapes reveal, no government office was too sacred for her will to power.
The Commission on Elections is an independent constitutional body, yet "Garci" could speak to "Ma'am" about rigging the vote ("'yung pinadagdagan ninyo" [those you had padded]). The Constitution speaks of a "professional" Armed Forces of the Philippines "insulated from politics," yet the tapes reveal names of officers made to act like faithful Mafia capos. Ah, yes, and that "dukut" [abduction] operation to prevent a witnesses from testifying -- that's straight from "The Godfather." Talk about devils quoting Scripture.
What exactly does the Rule of Law mean? It doesn't mean the mechanical application of rules. Rather it means governance through accountable institutions that can be held to respect our fundamental rights, including the sanctity of our vote. Uphold the Constitution, by all means, but don't use it as a refuge for waffling and fence-sitting. Uphold constitutionalism, by all means, just make sure you seize not upon "the letter that killeth but [upon] the spirit that giveth life."
Weekend in Waukegan
WAAAH! I just spent the last four hours typing a long-ass entry about my weekend and some reflections about it, when my Internet connection got cut.
Malamang nabura rin ang sinulat ko. =( I don't have a strong Internet connection at my apartment, as I just discovered today, so I think I'll have to blog at the computer lab in school, as much as possible.
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I spent this past weekend with my nun-friends from the congregation I've been in contact with for the past four years (I went to their high school, but I wasn't close to them because I felt they were a bunch of mean, crabby, close-minded nuns, for the most part. So it's funny how our paths crossed right after I graduated from college. I got to see a different side of them, and now, they're a major part of my life). Sr. Rose Therese, the postulant directress, invited me to spend the weekend in their postulancy center in Waukegan, IL. Since this weekend was one of my last "free weekends" (because tomorrow, I start a new part-time job at the women's archives office in my school) and I'm always happy to go somewhere and get away from Chicago--or at least, my neighborhood--every once in a while, I took her up on her offer. I took the Metra train from Chicago to Waukegan in the afternoon of Friday the 8th. I missed the train I was supposed to take because I went to the wrong platform (after rushing to get to the train station on time--stupid,
noh?), so I ended up taking a later train. At any rate, I got to Waukegan in one piece.
The Waukegan community was a full house this past weekend. There are four sisters and two associates (what they call women who are applying to the congregation, but haven't formally entered), to begin with. And another young lady stayed over that weekend. So there were eight of us in the house. We were as international as we could get, with one American sister, one German sister, two Indonesian sisters, two Vietnamese ladies (one associate and one visitor), and two Filipinas (one associate and the uncategorizable me), not to mention one Argentinian sister who dropped by for lunch. I've always appreciated the internationality of the congregation I visited. Meeting sisters from all over the world has really widened my horizons. I also feel really welcome with them because they make an effort to reach out to me and include me in their activities or conversations without being patronizing.
The sisters invited some novices and theology students from their brother congregation for Mass, followed by a get-together on Friday evening. At first, I was a bit nervous because of a traumatic experience I had in the recent past. You see, I was sexually harrassed by C, a seminarian (a theology student) from that congregation,
in my own apartment in October of 2003, right before my midterms. When I confided in Fr. JF, a Filipino priest from that order who went to my school and who I considered a friend then, I got a very defensive and even arrogant response. This chauvinist pig of a priest uttered such lines as, "
Ikaw kasi, napaibig tuloy siya sa iyo," and "
Masanay ka na" (in the event that I become a nun) and reduced the seminarian's actions to a formation issue. When I e-mailed the priest to say I was really offended by his response, he sent me three harsh e-mails, accused me of being "judgmental, un-Christian, and unhuman (sic--
may Ph.D.
at tatlong MA
nga siya pero di naman marunong mag-Ingles, hehehe)" on account of my note, and insinuated that I was being vindictive. Oh, and after telling me he wasn't interested to learn about the details about what C did to me, Fr. JF had the nerve to forward my e-mail to Sr. Rose Therese, on the pretext that I really needed help. To make a long story short, anything that had to do with the brother congregation of my nun-friends brought back VERY BAD MEMORIES.
As soon as the seminarians arrived, I immediately checked to see if C was there. Thank God he wasn't there--although I almost flipped out because one of the theology students looked like him. I actually had fun hanging out with the novices and theology students I met that night. We played games after dinner and I bonded with some of them. Hehe, I sensed the theology student who looks like C was kinda fond of me because there were times when he singled me out and took candid shots of me and he gave me a hug during the last game we played. But I didn't feel violated or anything of that sort. Next to C, the seminarians I met are saints.
After the seminarians left, I helped the sisters clean up. Ate Purita, the Pinay associate, and I spent the rest of Friday night talking. She shared her family and work background and vocation stories with me, and I shared a little bit of my experiences with the nuns and how I ended up searching in and discerning the religious life after my "wild girl" years. We talked till 2 AM.
The rest of the weekend was pretty low-key. I heard mass with the sisters and Ate Purita in the mornings. I also helped clean the house yesterday (Saturday) morning, after which Sr. Edel (from Indonesia) took me and Ate Purita around Waukegan. I got to see the different parishes where they work. When we got home, Ate Purita and I spent the rest of the afternoon surfing the
Inquirer website to read up on the latest political developments in the Philippines, and I showed her the "Hello Garci" transcripts
(nakakahiya kasi mas updated
pa yata si Sr. Edel
kaysa sa amin. Pati si Susan Roces,
kilala niya). We also ended up talking some more until it was time for dinner. This time, we talked about my life experiences, particularly my colorful love life. I got the sense that Ate Purita was conservative, bordering on homophobic (toward lesbians), so
medyo censored
ang kuwento ko. But I did tell her
na pang-"autovolt"
ang appeal ko and I'm not homophobic, so it's up to her to read between the lines.
After supper, Sr. Rose Therese, Sr. Edel, Ate Purita, and I watched
Hotel Rwanda, a heartbreaking movie about the genocide in Rwanda in 1994. I had a lot to pray about that night. The next time I complain about my homesickness, I'd better remember those who survived the genocide but had to flee the country and start over as refugees in foreign lands.
Today, the sisters had a mission appeal scheduled at the Immaculate Concepcion Parish in Waukegan. They set up booths with literature and pictures of the congregation. I helped manage one of the tables after the mass I attended. I occasionally got mistaken for a nun, but the funny thing is, I didn't mind--and for once, I didn't get all defensive and clarify that I was just a friend of the nuns. I used to be so particular about it, as in.
I went home with Sr. Edel, Sr. Lauren (from Germany), and Ate Purita right before the next mass. While waiting for Sr. Rose Therese to come home so we could have lunch, Ate Purita and I talked some more. Sr. Rose Therese thought it was so funny for us to talk nonstop. The other visitor and I left shortly after lunch. Sr. Rose Therese gave us a ride home, and Teresa (the Vietnamese associate) accompanied her.
Weirdly enough, when I stayed with the sisters, I didn't feel like I was a visitor. I felt so at home with them, to the point that I felt I had lived at their house for ages, instead of just visiting for the weekend.
Wala lang. Wonder what that means. If I tell Sr. Dinah about it, I bet she'll have a good laugh.
"Blow job"
No, I am not talking about oral sex. In Correctional Institution for Women (CIW) parlance, "blow job" is synonymous with the word "farce" or "travesty." It refers to the act of pulling someone's leg, making things up, and utilizing smooth-talking tactics in order to appease a person or a group of people. (NOTE: In appropriating such a term and re-defining it to fit their context, the inmates of CIW allude to a
diablo [Filipino for demon] that speaks untruths.
Diablo also sounds like "blow job" when you invert the syllables, which is consistent with the way Pinoys like to invert words, at least in colloquial language. I learned this when I visited CIW when I went home last year.) To borrow this term from CIW jargon, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo's actions represent a big bad "blow job." Her blanket denials, insincere apologies, empty promises, "surface reforms," what have you, say it all. And if I may add, she's really screwing the country over.
"Blow job" number 1: "Hello, Garci" and GMA's "lapse in judgment"Madam President, you have the nerve to insist that you did not cheat in last year's elections and that you won fair and square, at the same time that you admit to having called Garcillano, supposedly out of anxiety about the results of the elections. Calling a COMELEC official--16 times at that--is not a mere lapse in judgment. It is a criminal act, something that you, the highest official in the country, must be penalized for. Ordinary people realize that. No wonder your credibility and approval ratings are at their lowest right now. Ma'am
naman, with all due respect,
magsisinungaling na nga lang kayo, di niyo pa magawa nang maayos. Palpak ang drama
niyo. Try translating "lapse in judgment" into Tagalog, Bisaya, and other native Filipino languages, and see if the common
tao can understand you.
"Blow job" number 2: The First Gentleman and the Spoiled Son on "exile"Madam President, your husband's and son's voluntary "exile" is a blatant cover-up. What kind of sacrifice is their departure, especially since a trip to the US is a luxury for most Filipinos? It's not like they're gonna work their asses off here. It also implicitly speaks of their guilt. When you're on trial and you do everything in your power to up and leave, it can only mean you're hiding something. Otherwise, you would stay and face your issues squarely.
"Blow job" number 3: The planned mass resignation of the cabinet and the reforms purported by GMAAgain, I can see right through you. This is nothing but a diversionary tactic, as you continue to cling to power like a leech--especially since you still have a few credible members in your cabinet, like Dinky Soliman, Emilia Boncodin, and Teresita Deles. Your request for your Cabinet to resign en masse is nothing but a gimmick. Pray tell, what constitutional amendments do you wish to initiate at this point? The problem is not so much with your Cabinet but with you. You say
"'our country is hungry' for a resolution to the political uncertainties that have plagued us these past few weeks." Honey, it's because you helped trigger the political uncertainties in the first place. You are the problem. The buck stops with you. Resign for the good of the country. Or face impeachment.
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Don't get me wrong. I do not support the members of the opposition, who are trying to use the situation to their advantage and are not the most credible people either. Neither am I a fan of Susan Roces or Rez Cortez
(utang na loob!). I do not support the installation of a transitional military/revolutionary government under the likes of Abat. I still believe in the Constitution, even if I have issues with Noli de Castro's capacity to lead the Philippines because if my memory serves me right, he was fawning over Erap on live TV five years ago when the
juetengate expose was underway and anti-Erap protests were taking place.
I just wish GMA had the decency to resign because her credibility is a big fat question mark at this point. Well, it was so, even before the May 2004 elections and the Gloriagate hullabaloo took place, anyway. Her only saving grace was that she was considered the "lesser evil." But now, the economy is going to the dogs and the political situation is as volatile as it can get, all because of the presidential crisis. She cannot continue to make "lapses in judgment" at our expense. She benefitted from EDSA Dos as the constitutional successor, even with the concerns that she was simply the lesser evil, but she did not live up to her mandate. And now, she is making like Erap and clinging to power at all costs. (During the impeachment trial, did Erap not propose surface reforms, like rescinding the death penalty?) I feel so disillusioned and helpless and I am inclined to question
what another EDSA could do.One thing's for sure: I did not vote for her.
Weekend in Michigan
Happy belated 4th of July weekend,
everyone! NV and Teacher Sol, sorry for not replying to your messages. I was out of town and had limited internet access then.
I spent my 4th of July weekend in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I took the train there on the night of Friday the 1st and came back in the morning of Monday the 4th. My good friend Elizabeth, who was a student at Loyola during my first year, lives in Grand Rapids, so I always welcome the opportunity to visit her. She lives in the motherhouse of the Grand Rapids Dominicans (although she's about to move out this week), and once served as a Dominican Volunteer from 2003-2004. The Grand Rapids Dominicans have become my friends since then, and their place has become my erstwhile getaway whenever my life in
Chicago gets a little too crazy for me. In June of 2004, I visited them, bringing along two Filipina sisters who were based here, even if Elizabeth was away on retreat. And whenever Sr. Kathi, the vocation director, comes to Chicago, we meet up.
My trip was a welcome respite from the pressures of my life here, not to mention the heartaches that recently resurfaced, haha =) Funny, I was up till early in the morning, even if I stayed in the convent. Elizabeth and I talked till 230AM during my first night there. Last Saturday and Sunday, we were out late because we went to the beach to watch the fireworks with Sr. Kathi (and on Sunday night, with Sr. Mary, the formation director, Sr. Maria, who is from Brazil and is studying English in Michigan, and Ruth, the new postulant) and didn't get home till 1230AM or so. (
Gimikera rin pala ang mga madre, haha.) No wonder I've been so sleepy all week. I had fun, though. Watching the fireworks with my friends was surely a healing experience for me. And God knows how much I needed it then.
I left my camera at home so I felt kinda naked during the trip because I could have taken so many wonderful pictures of the scenery. Good thing Sr. Kathi had her camera. I'm uploading some pictures of my trip. Enjoy!
Elizabeth (to my left), me, Sr. Mary (holding the balloon), and Sr. Kathi (not in the picture) welcoming Ruth (to my right) into the Grand Rapids Dominicans
Me and Elizabeth at the Holland State Park Beach in Holland, MI
Still at the beach with Elizabeth
Sunset at Lake Michigan
Hangin' out at the beach in Cadillac, MI, with Elizabeth, Sr. Mary, Ruth, and Sr. Maria; I'm laughing so hard because Sr. Mary said "Celibacy!" right before Sr. Kathi snapped the picture.
An upsetting article
"A society should not be judged on how it treats its outstanding citizens,
but by how it treats its criminals."
I was in Grand Rapids, Michigan for the 4th of July weekend when I read this article on the Inquirer website. It hit home--especially since I know some inmates, both in CIW and Bilibid, who were incarcerated when they were minors. One of them is my namesake, and she's still in prison. She is now 20 or 21 years old, I believe, and she has a three-year-old son. She used to be on death row. Last year, her sentence was commuted to life imprisonment. During my last visit to the Philippines (December of 2004), several inmates in CIW told me that the cases of the death row inmates--except for those who had been "affirmed" of their death sentences, that is--were under review, including Dianne's case. With all the political turmoil in the Philippines right now, it is not surprising that the issues of juvenile offenders have been placed on the back burner (for the nth time).
How ironic that a predominantly Christian country such as ours would allow its children to languish in prisons and jails and to be corrupted by the system. The hypocrisy of our sorry excuse for a government is so obscene
(Oops, baka ma-censor
ako nito). To be passive in the face of the crisis in the criminal justice system is tantamount to consenting to the status quo.
I am posting the article for your perusal. As fellow blogger
Bambit said, the outrage must be felt by all who read it.
21 children in jail await executionBy Veronica UyINQ7.net First posted 09:32pm (Mla time) July 02, 2005 Taken from http://news.inq7.net/top/index.php?index=1&story_id=42145 TWENTY-ONE of the 2,000 or so children in jail throughout the country are on death row, an official of the Council for the Welfare of Children (CWC) has said.Eighty percent of the 2,000 are first-time offenders, and 11 percent are girls.In an interview with INQ7.net, CWC executive director Lina Laigo said the 21 condemned children were either convicted of homicide or murder."But nobody bothered to look into the circumstances of their crimes," said Laigo, a former secretary of the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD).In some instances, juvenile suspects were tried as adults for lack of record on their age, she said. "But there are other ways of determining a person's age aside from birth certificates."
The CWC, DSWD and the United Nations Children's Fund have been lobbying Congress to enact the proposed Comprehensive Juvenile Justice Law. It seeks to provide special protection to children in conflict with the law.
Laigo said the bill has four key provisions: raise the child's age from nine to 12 years old to be criminally liable, establish separate detention centers for children, provide a diversion program to keep them out of jail, and to institute "restorative justice" in the law.
Restorative justice, Laigo explained, essentially seeks to repair the damage done to victims. This way, public safety is enhanced as the offender, victim, and the community come together to prevent juvenile delinquency.
The campaign for the protection of child offenders has been going on for 10 years, and the bill to comprehensively address juvenile felony has been waiting Congressional action since 1998. However, it has been sidelined by other issues, Laigo lamented.
"We started five congresses ago," she said. "Maybe we don't realize that children, especially children in conflict with the law, must be given priority."Child advocates maintain that "jail is no place for a child" and a death sentence is too heavy a verdict for erring children.