Thursday, June 12, 2008

Happy Independence Day


It has always been an inherent part of the Filipino history, of the Filipino culture, to fight for freedom and truth. But what is freedom? Are we truly free? Do we have ultimate freedom? Can we say we are truly free when we are left with nothing but to face an option between lesser evil? And what is truth? Truth is like a medicine, so strong that sometimes it needs to be dilluted.

Since I graduated I have chosen to remain apolitical. Whoever is on top, I give my support. And whatever their decisions, as long as they remain within the bounds of morality, I give my support. Some might consider it a shame, having no backbone, no stance at all. But I choose this position for peace - my own peace of mind and my peace contribution to the Filipino society. If I continue to oppose the leadership, what good will it bring to the country but division and confusion? Besides, those who are at the opposition, they have their own vested interests too. 

I used to be so passionate about the Philippine politics. In fact, I cried for the assassination of Andres Bonifacio when I was studying history in college. I used to join a few rallies myself. Until one anti-Erap campaign, I recognized some familiar faces who rallied for putting Erap himself into place - a year before. Crossing fences? Were they sincere with their motives? Or they found a better opportunity at the other side? Then I realized that the fight, disguised behind an alias called freedom and truth, is actually named power and influence. 

The EDSA revolution was indeed a monumental feat for us Filipinos. But to me, EDSA 2 ... seemed like far from the original. The latter being more of a manifestation of our foolishness (for the lack of a better word). We never learn our lesson, do we? We got to take our votes seriously. We got to put our feet down and say enough is enough. And whoever is the leader, we support him or her. Otherwise, votation and the election becomes a complete folly. For every time we tolerate the people's uprising in the form of EDSA 3,4,5,6 ... it is just okay who is on top because anyway, we can oust them anytime we want to.

I have not lost hope for the country, for freedom and for truth. As long as there remain genuine people willing to make a difference, positive change is still possible. Let the silent minority now speak – not necessarily in words but most importantly in action. The Filipino people is a brilliant population - filled with smart, talented and enduring populace. May the light of goodness shine in this land to cover the darkness that currently hovers around us. May the namesake of the Philippines as a Christian Nation be truly justified. Let us continue to pray for our country. Happy “Independence” Day!

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Sweet Birthday Surprise!

I celebrated my 29th birthday last week. And so far I can say it was one of the most fun birthday celebrated birthdays – which happens very rarely. Most of the time I celebrate it in quietness – lunch out or simple dinner with few close friends. Justify Full

What makes it special today is first, my mom paid me a visit. It is the first time in nine years that I celebrated my birthday with her. The last time I celebrated my birthday with her was when I was still 20. Could not believe how long it was. But not as long as the first time I took my first breath of air. Imagine 29 years ago I was but a fetus in her belly. And with her loving care and guidance I have grown to be the lady I am today. I hope I am making her proud, proud enough to suffice all her efforts and sacrifices for me. I am no longer a baby. I am a woman of my own – but I will never stop treasuring my moments with my mother. Priceless.

Adding spice to the occasion is the surprise my D-Group friends. All clad in red, they surprised me with a theme of “romantic love”. They treated me with a glimpse of what my Prince Charming would shower me when we finally meet – serenade, card, bouquet, stuffed toy, balloons, painting, chocolates, and more! I have never experienced a birthday celebration of this sort where I am put in the center of attention. Aside from celebrating my birthday on a quieter note, I am more used to be part of the background as one of the organizers and not the one on the spot light. It felt weird also kinda embarrassing because I am not used to this kind of special attention. But of course I like it. It felt good. Made me feel really special and yes, like a princess. I feel blessed to have such warm, loving and caring friends like them.

But beyond the party favors and company of special people, lies a deeper story – indicating someone special still to come. Days before my birthday, I asked for a sign. With one year left before turning 30, I do not know if it is right for me to hold on still to my heart’s desire. Must I remain in faith, believing that someday my wish will come true… that someday my Prince will come? Or will I slowly let go of the thought and start accepting the reality that there never will be… that I am meant to live a life of single blessedness? I wanted to bring myself to the proper posture and mindset in preparation of what is in store for me. I prayed for God to reveal His plans for me through first, a bible verse on my birthday and second, romantic surprise in any way.

On my birthday itself, my devotional took me to the Book of Songs. He did not only give me a verse, but the whole book itself. His word for me did not come in a line of a verse (which I hoped to expect), but in volumes of chapters. What my friends did to me was the clincher to seal off the deal. I asked for just one package of a sign, but He gave me more, if not all! Talk about God’s abounding generosity and spot-on timing. This reminds me that when God rains us with His blessings, it really pours with abundant flow. This gives me renewed strength to cease all my doubts and continue hoping, praying for my heart’s desire - my own beautiful love story…

And someday this lady, who once was a baby 29 years ago, will have a baby of her own too… And she will make a good mother – just like her own mother...

Sunday, June 01, 2008

An Ode of Thanksgiving

After rolling the stones in our family... my brother is finally healed! He is now out of the hospital. Doctors themselves were even amazed and could not figure it out.

First, till now they cannot give us a definite prognosis. Secondly, they could not expect my brother's sudden surge of recovery. We were told before of the possible outcome of my brother. He can either end with comatose or if he survives in consciousness he will have a retarded brain and could possibly have a memory of a ten year old. If not, perhaps part of his brain functions may not work well as before - which may lead to paralysis or memory lapses.

But praise God for His healing touch. What seemed irreversible, God made a difference. He is fine and doing great. He is very normal, all faculties of his brains are doing good. He can talk, run and continue his zest for life. He is back to his normal status.
This truly is a miracle. I am happy for this blessing. The mystery that clouds my brother's illness only magnifies how God works in ways that man cannot see nor fathom. Thank you Lord for your goodness. Thank you for your lovingkindness!

But the story does not end here. Beyond physical healing, I am praying for God to give my brother a spiritual revival. After all that he has been through, I pray that He draw nearer to God and seek Him as his LORD of his life.
As for me and the rest of the family, we are also on our road to recovery. While we gently roll the stones away, we are working closely together to continually finish the task. We still have our own unfinished businesses. But slowly slowly... we are on our way to getting there.