Wikang Pilipino. Tatag ng Filipino.

I am seriously thinking if I should write this entry in my native language, but, I thought of doing otherwise (since there would be more opportunity for this to be understood from different parts of the world if I’ll use the language we’re all familiar with). I trust that you’d understand what I mean at the end of this post. :)

I am a Filipino. I was born and raised in Manila, the capital city of the Philippines.

In history, my country has been colonized by the Spaniards, Americans, and Japanese; ergo, you can depict a mix of our culture with these three colonizers. However, we have adapted more of the Spanish culture. Though mostly, we Filipinos, have a westernized mentality – a fact that I’m not really proud of but I’ll never lose hope that someday we’ll all be proud of where we came from.

My country is a very beautiful place and the people here makes it all the more fun for any foreign visitors. If you don’t believe me, check what the Lonely Planet has to say about us! #itsmorefuninthephilippines :) The Filipinos are the most happiest people in the world I know. I mean, we can seriously smile even in bad situations (like what happened during the habagat); we go crazy on the answers of our representatives who got in the top five of Miss Universe; we keep it cool even when our territorial disposition is challenged; we laugh about the simplest things as the existence of Thor; and many more. Aside from my country’s scenic places and exuberant people, another treasured possession that we have is our language: Pilipino.

I think English is a beautiful language, but Pilipino (or as others knew as Tagalog) is something more beyond that. It pierces through your soul; it’s heartfelt. Biased, eh? Haha. But if you’ll learn our language, you’ll know what I mean.

Growing up in an Asian and a “developing” country (as we are called) – the media, the academes, the government – the world tells us that to improve and to be globally competitive, English is a must to learn. That’s okay in one part but some of us, including me, went a bit overboard. By that I mean, as far as I’m concerned, I have considered English as the language of the elite, of the high-end professionals, of the cool people, of the in-crowd. I so wanted to belong when I was a teenager, I wanted to be cool, and I thought I should use English as much as I could. The worst part, there were times that I felt ashamed of using Pilipino when conversing with some other peeps who can understand it but who can only converse using English language.

See? Too much colonial mentality. But thank God, I finally woke up from that nonsense crap. I am a proud Filipino but during those times that I think being well-versed in English would make you look smarter in front of others than using your own language, boy was I wrong. Yes, it might be true that to be globally competitive we need to learn the English language, just as in any business, Mandarin (correct me if I’m wrong) is a must. But that doesn’t make my native language, nor yours, less important.

A country’s language is like its most precious pride. It indicates independence, freedom and ownership of one’s own ethnicity. Its vastness and richness is a compendium of each generation’s contribution. It reflects the culture and artistry of the nation. It is something to boast and be proud of – something to be celebrated.

I hope that even when we, Filipinos, learn to speak in English, we don’t turn our backs on the language that we can say we own and we can use as own any moment we wish we could. This is one of the many treasures in our country that we can pass on and we must pass on to the next generation. Pilipino indicates the existence of Filipinos! :)

Photo credit: filipinobiography.com

 

Ako’y Isang Pinoy
Sa puso’t diwa
Pinoy na isinilang sa aking bansa
Ako’y di sanay sa wikang banyaga
Ako’y Pinoy na mayroong sariling wika!

 

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Dear Girlie

I know, this has taken so long before I decided to write this all down. Frankly, I don’t have an idea as to how I will start writing this and the strength to continue doing it until I can finally reach the end of this stream of thoughts where I can finally make sense of the boat waiting to cross over the other side of the river.

I guess, even on this tiny white internet space, I can’t find the courage to face the word: goodbye

Tragic, isn’t it? How people cannot comprehend distance, time and lost? Well, not the actual lost but the thought of someone they cared for, leaving? And people, people will do all kinds of stubborn things to ignore the idea of someone they cherished is already 1400 miles away .

Is there a word for hating someone leaving? That someone, who you spent hours, days, weeks and months of getting connected in a much deeper level, gone? Is there a word for that? Is there a word for making yourself believe that this other side of the world apart from yours is measured only by breath? That when I blow this candle on a birthday cake, you would still feel the candle’s heat? Is there a word for all the clichés that continues to hang in the air like Metro Manila pollution? The trigger-point of these endless questions stinging the walls of my mind like how Peeta slammed on the force field wall in the Hunger Games Quarter Quell?

Maybe not everything can be delineated in a word. Maybe not every emotion can fit in a poetry; there’s so much left unsaid. Maybe goodbye has always meant so much more than just parting ways. And maybe leaving is not certainly abandonment.

Because leaving does not always mean betrayal. And I think that, sometimes, we’re not particularly afraid of losing people. What we’re really afraid of is having to learn to do life without them. Because, ultimately, we are creatures of habit and comfort.

-Isabel Garcia

Dear Girlie, I know you did not abandon us. It’s just that I am a creature of habit and comfort  you are ordered by the Higher Up to conquer more borders, to bring more ships to the coast and to help those who were stranded in the middle of a chaotic island back to the stillness of Home. You fervently asked and knocked the gates of heavens for this desire of yours and you have been permitted to do it to accomplish His purpose and to witness the majestic favors He has poured on you.

It wasn’t an easy bargain from the start, but admit it, His sense of humor is truly amazing. He has made, not only you, but us (in the Dgroup) see how things work out together for the good of those who love Him and do things according to His will. I praise God for your heart that has patiently waited for the go signal before leaving the fields. He has crafted your attitude of dependence on His grace and the humility of your whole being. It is such a blessing to see how you have addressed your concerns to Him and bringing forth more than 365 pales of faith for the journey.

I thank you for sharing all the wonderful memories with me (us) even though it’s not that too many in terms of quantity. But I genuinely appreciate the times I had spent with you because you made me feel you. And you have been one inspiration. You inspired me with your dedication for work , for God’s word and for life itself. Thank you for riding on the Sarah Kay madness, the blogging madness (although you are at this for a long time already), the friendship madness and even my own madness. Haha! Your happy spirit is also a favorite!

Even I have tendencies to not understand distance, I know one thing for sure, our current goodbye is not measurable by length, time or space; and leaving, leaving is for the brave. You are brave!

When there would be times where you would be submerged deep down the murky waters, always remember that Faith will let you see things through. Our hands, you can hold them, when you’re feet is tired of running. We will reserve you more pockets full of sunshine so that when you need it as umbrella for a stormy weather, we will throw it in the air, like million bits of pieces, like stars. It will shine on you, too bright that it would make you close your eyes and realize that nothing is as good as a simple prayer of thanks to the Father.

And even when reality makes you cry because of it’s harshness apart from all our poetry combined, we will tap your back and cry with you. Because crying is like rain, it washes everything, it washes the pain and the fear inside. And then, when it’s time to get back up and you still don’t want to, we will drag you down the porch for you to see the sunrise. And we could only hope that that can make you once again realize the beauty of life. There would be bumpy roads ahead, but, we will wait for you until you can visit us again, not only in dreamland, but in our homeland.

I could go on with all my metaphors but the bottomline of all these is not goodbye, but a See you soon, Girlie! We will miss you! I’ll miss you and our rolling eyes! :P

P.S.

I’m starting to be allergic at the Dear (blanks) in my title. It always suggest someone going far away. Ha! :P

Somewhere Between

Somewhere between spring and fall
Somewhere between classics and jazz
Somewhere between nightfall and daybreak
Somewhere between the roller coasters and the merry-go-rounds
Somewhere between good memories and the bad
Somewhere between then and now…

I’ve seen you somewhere and I thought we’ll see each other again

Hope was the vehicle of the longing that I felt
Rain was the umbrella for something bright as the sun
The wind blew from Southeast to Westside
All afternoon, I waited somewhere between four and five

I ran faster to keep up with my train of thoughts
I searched the ocean for the right words I should have in mind
I watched the city as it was drenched by fog and rainclouds
I peeked through the window of a room lit with a tiny candle of holding on to somewhere between a couple more seconds and walking away

But I lost all of them

I lost them like how,
Somewhere between exchanging smiles and postcard stamps,
I lost you in between all the avenues of Somewhere.

Welcome Brave New Owners

Last Sunday night, after we got home from church, my mother and I watched We Bought a Zoo.

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This was a movie recommended by Isabel a few weeks ago as a perfect mother-daughter bonding movie and I say, IT absolutely IS. I recommend this for your whole family to watch together also. It’s very touching. It reminds you of the beauty and goodness of this circus adventure life. :)

Premise (c/o IMDb): [The movie is] set in Southern California, a father moves his young family to the countryside to renovate and re-open a struggling zoo.

Of course, it’s more complicated than that.

Following the death of his wife, Benjamin Mee was left to take care for his two children – Rosie (7) and Dylan (14). As for any single dad, Benjamin is having a hard time dealing with the grief of losing his wife and coming up with certain decisions he should make for his kids and for their future.

In the desire of taking over a new start, he resigned from his job as a newspaper writer and moved his family from the city into a home that doubles to a local zoo. In the end, what he really finds is that the past won’t be held by geography but by memory (Isabel’s words).

Sometimes we try so hard to escape the hurt, the pain and the lost that we had, thinking if we can go somewhere else, do something else, be with someone else then our fears will go away, that our past would somehow be okay. The past will haunt you sooner or later unless you made peace with it. Yes, we don’t and we shouldn’t live in the Past, it’s once was; the Present is now, it’s today. But it doesn’t mean that you have to forget the past completely. We can’t escape it, you know. We have to face it.

True courage doesn’t begin with starting over. It begins with grief, putting the ghosts to bed and then, afterwards, letting love – an entire zoo of it – back in.

-Isabel Garcia

Starting over is accepting what has happened and bringing forth a pocketful of courage for the journey of life where doubt is inevitable. And like Mr. Mee said, all we need is 20 seconds of insane courage before something great could happen to us – maybe our Happy can be loud by then. We got to do it. We got to practice it once in a while.

Favorite lines from the movie:

Whatever is the laziest word in this century. I’m over with whatever.

-Benjamin Mee

Do me a favor? Attempt to start over.

-Duncan

Bad things happen. You just keep going.

I love new. New is the new old.

-Mr. Stevens

Complicated is okay. Complicated can be great. We love complicated, right?

-Benjamin Mee

Sometimes you don’t know what it is until you see what it is.

-Mr. Stevens

Their happy is too loud.

-little Rosie

The secret to talking is listening.

-Kelly

I figured, when you love somebody that much, that hard, that long, you cannot let go of them wherever you go. Because that only happens once in your life.

-Benjamin Mee

Stop moping around, pick up a shovel and dig a hole. Do something.

-Benjamin Mee

Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage – just literally, 20 seconds of insane bravery – and I promise you something great will come of it.

-Benjamin Mee

If you do something for the right reasons, nothing can stop you.

-Duncan

It’s not about where the adventure ends. It’s not about where it starts. It’s what happens in between. That’s the bonus.

-Benjamin Mee

And with all these, I shall give you my über late July Moodboard: Insane Courage. :)

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The secret in being courageous is being in the presence of the Big Guy. And you know what, as light and salt of the world, we owe them our courage. :)

Btw, please pray for a quick recovery for the Philippines especially in areas where the heavy rains caused flash floods and landslides and lost – of family members, of houses… And for some, it might be the lost of hope. The weather in our country hasn’t been really good lately. Thank you very much.

For donations…

For my fellow-Pinoys who got affected by flood, I pray for comfort for your families. Makakabangon ang Pilipinas! Courage, my friends, we are all between the paws of the true Aslan. :) let’s hang on together.

And I know, we all missed him… He’s finally here!!!

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And I say, it’s (it will be) alright. Too-doo-doo too-doo-doo too-doo. :)