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Monday, April 09, 2012
Graduation
Dear insansapinas,
Graduation Dress
I was very active when I was in school. I joined extracurricular activities particularly dancing; Filipino dances, native and Spanish dances. Our Foundation Day falls on a few weeks before closing or commencement exercises. Each deparment contributed special number. For the grade school level, we usually performed dances; Filipino such as itik-itik; pandanggo sa ilaw, tinikling and other native dances. That year which coincided with our graduation, we presented Spanish. Our costume was Spanish dress with layers and layers of biased fabric. Our adviser encouraged us to wear the costume on our graduation instead of buying a new white dress. Para raw makatipid. Except for a few girls, many decided to buy a new graduation dress. My mother surprised me with a beautiful graduation dress since I got honors naman . ahem. and I got a medal to be pinned during the program. Baka mapabahin, bigla akong sumayaw, sumigaw ng OLE at magtap dance. *heh*
Pancit
It was a mystery for me why a friend that I met here in the US was not eating pan cit. I thought she was allergic to sea foods. In one of our Christmas celebrations, I decided to cook pancit with meat as "sahog" for my contribution in the potluck. She still refused to eat. Inisnob ang pancit ko. hmphh.
In our girl talk, I found out that she graduated from high school at the same time as that of her older sister.While her mother brought her sister and her friends in a restaurant, my friend was left alone in the house to celebrate alone. Sayang din daw ang ibabayad ara sa kaniya So she just cooked noodles for her friends. No one came. Since they had no meat nor shrimp to go with the pancit, she just cooked it with it pieces of sardines. While eating, she was crying.
Graduation Dress
I was very active when I was in school. I joined extracurricular activities particularly dancing; Filipino dances, native and Spanish dances. Our Foundation Day falls on a few weeks before closing or commencement exercises. Each deparment contributed special number. For the grade school level, we usually performed dances; Filipino such as itik-itik; pandanggo sa ilaw, tinikling and other native dances. That year which coincided with our graduation, we presented Spanish. Our costume was Spanish dress with layers and layers of biased fabric. Our adviser encouraged us to wear the costume on our graduation instead of buying a new white dress. Para raw makatipid. Except for a few girls, many decided to buy a new graduation dress. My mother surprised me with a beautiful graduation dress since I got honors naman . ahem. and I got a medal to be pinned during the program. Baka mapabahin, bigla akong sumayaw, sumigaw ng OLE at magtap dance. *heh*
Pancit
It was a mystery for me why a friend that I met here in the US was not eating pan cit. I thought she was allergic to sea foods. In one of our Christmas celebrations, I decided to cook pancit with meat as "sahog" for my contribution in the potluck. She still refused to eat. Inisnob ang pancit ko. hmphh.
In our girl talk, I found out that she graduated from high school at the same time as that of her older sister.While her mother brought her sister and her friends in a restaurant, my friend was left alone in the house to celebrate alone. Sayang din daw ang ibabayad ara sa kaniya So she just cooked noodles for her friends. No one came. Since they had no meat nor shrimp to go with the pancit, she just cooked it with it pieces of sardines. While eating, she was crying.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
My First Car
Dear insansapinas,
NAAH, Virginia, hindi ko makakalimutan ang first car ko. Bumagsak kasi ang pinto nito. Bwahahaha.
Noong Chief Mechanic ang aking father, may service vehicle siya. Tawag nila, Weapons carrier. Hindi dahil may dalang missile ito o WMD, kung hindi ito ang gamit niyang pagbitbit ng mga tools pag may mga nasiraang truck na hindi naman pwedeng hilahin papunta sa motorpool. Ito ang mga trailer na tagahakot ng mga malalaking logs galing sa bundok,
Hindi rin niya ginagamit sa paghatid sa amin sa school dahil nakakahiya raw na gamitin namin sa personal. Ganiyan kahonest ang aking father. Hindi pwedeng maging pulitiko na ang mga asawa ay ginagawang pangshopping ang sasakyang provided ng taxpayers sa kanilang mga asawa at anak,
Maging pagbili ng nga spare parts na kailangan sa mga sasakyan, ang dad ko ang namimili at ultimong sukling kendi, ibinibigay pa niya sa boss niya. Nakakainis ano? Ang mahal na mga kending yon. Yong isa ay pati balat pwede mong kainin.
Pero nang mamatay naman ang daddy ko, binigyan kami ng mga construction materials para makapagawa kami ng bahay at ang mga kapatid ko naman ay kinuha niya sa kumpaniya niya. Dahil nastroke siya sa oras g trabaho, may tinatanggap siyang portion ng kaniyang sweldo. Sinagot din niya ang mga gastos sa ospital at pagpapalibing. Pero naliligaw tayo.
Kapag nalelate ako dahil ayaw kaming ihatid ng daddy ko sa school, panay ang sabi ko na magkakotse rin ako.
Nang nagkatrabaho na ang mga nakakatanda kong kapatid at ang isa ay napunta sa USA, bumili ang kapatid ko para sa mother ko ng kotse.
Sabi ng mother ko, kung di raw ako nag-asawa agad, hatid sundo ako sa kotse. Sa isip ko, magkakotse rin ako.
Kaya nang kailangan ko na ng sasakyan para magdeliver ng mga ginawa kong practice sets, isinama ko yong aking kaibigang lalaki para tingnan yong ipinagbibiling second hand na kotse. Ayaw ko naman ng bago. Hindi ko pa kaya at magagasgasan kadedeliver.
Hmmm, maganda ang pintura. Bago. Glossy. Tiningnan ng kaibigan ko ang engine, okay naman daw.So pagkatapos, bayaran, pinalitan ko ng gulong, nilagyan ng kaunting burloloy. Hindi pa kami nagkakalayo, BLAG. Tanong ko, ano yon? Yong isang pinto nahulog. WHAAAAA. Masyado kaming focus sa makina na hindi namin napansin na ang loob pala ng kapal ng bagong pinturang yon ay kalawangin na napagnatusok ka, isandaang taon kang magpapainjection ng anti-tetanus.Buti na lang yong isa kong kakilala ay may car body repair. Pagkatapos nang kayurin at palitan ng kung anong yero yon, pininturahan ulit. Muntik na ngang lagyan ng seradura. Yon bang seradura sa pinto. BWAHAHAHa. Sabi ng kaibigan ko, pwede naming isoli o pabawasan. Binawasan na lang ang binayad ko. Akala niya porke, babae ako, pwede niya akong lokohin.Naloko na nga. beh.
So 'yong kaibigan ko na nurse ang asawa sa Saudi, Ford ang kotse, bago. Ang aking luma. Nahiya pa siyang lumipat sa kotse ko. Baka mapagkamalang kaniya. Pagkatapos ng meeting namin, hinanap niya ang kotse niya. NACARNAP. Balik siya sa lumang kotse ni Batman.
Ang kotse ko, hindi pinagtiyagaan. BWahahaha. Minsan lahat yata ng mga sasakyang nilalampasan kami, napapalingon ang mga drivers. Sabi ko inggit siguro sila. Yon pala umusok yong makina ko hahaha. Kahit nakabili na ako ng Toyota, hindi ko ipinagbili yong first car ko.
Pinaysaamerika.
NAAH, Virginia, hindi ko makakalimutan ang first car ko. Bumagsak kasi ang pinto nito. Bwahahaha.
Noong Chief Mechanic ang aking father, may service vehicle siya. Tawag nila, Weapons carrier. Hindi dahil may dalang missile ito o WMD, kung hindi ito ang gamit niyang pagbitbit ng mga tools pag may mga nasiraang truck na hindi naman pwedeng hilahin papunta sa motorpool. Ito ang mga trailer na tagahakot ng mga malalaking logs galing sa bundok,
Hindi rin niya ginagamit sa paghatid sa amin sa school dahil nakakahiya raw na gamitin namin sa personal. Ganiyan kahonest ang aking father. Hindi pwedeng maging pulitiko na ang mga asawa ay ginagawang pangshopping ang sasakyang provided ng taxpayers sa kanilang mga asawa at anak,
Maging pagbili ng nga spare parts na kailangan sa mga sasakyan, ang dad ko ang namimili at ultimong sukling kendi, ibinibigay pa niya sa boss niya. Nakakainis ano? Ang mahal na mga kending yon. Yong isa ay pati balat pwede mong kainin.
Pero nang mamatay naman ang daddy ko, binigyan kami ng mga construction materials para makapagawa kami ng bahay at ang mga kapatid ko naman ay kinuha niya sa kumpaniya niya. Dahil nastroke siya sa oras g trabaho, may tinatanggap siyang portion ng kaniyang sweldo. Sinagot din niya ang mga gastos sa ospital at pagpapalibing. Pero naliligaw tayo.
Kapag nalelate ako dahil ayaw kaming ihatid ng daddy ko sa school, panay ang sabi ko na magkakotse rin ako.
Nang nagkatrabaho na ang mga nakakatanda kong kapatid at ang isa ay napunta sa USA, bumili ang kapatid ko para sa mother ko ng kotse.
Sabi ng mother ko, kung di raw ako nag-asawa agad, hatid sundo ako sa kotse. Sa isip ko, magkakotse rin ako.
Kaya nang kailangan ko na ng sasakyan para magdeliver ng mga ginawa kong practice sets, isinama ko yong aking kaibigang lalaki para tingnan yong ipinagbibiling second hand na kotse. Ayaw ko naman ng bago. Hindi ko pa kaya at magagasgasan kadedeliver.
Hmmm, maganda ang pintura. Bago. Glossy. Tiningnan ng kaibigan ko ang engine, okay naman daw.So pagkatapos, bayaran, pinalitan ko ng gulong, nilagyan ng kaunting burloloy. Hindi pa kami nagkakalayo, BLAG. Tanong ko, ano yon? Yong isang pinto nahulog. WHAAAAA. Masyado kaming focus sa makina na hindi namin napansin na ang loob pala ng kapal ng bagong pinturang yon ay kalawangin na napagnatusok ka, isandaang taon kang magpapainjection ng anti-tetanus.Buti na lang yong isa kong kakilala ay may car body repair. Pagkatapos nang kayurin at palitan ng kung anong yero yon, pininturahan ulit. Muntik na ngang lagyan ng seradura. Yon bang seradura sa pinto. BWAHAHAHa. Sabi ng kaibigan ko, pwede naming isoli o pabawasan. Binawasan na lang ang binayad ko. Akala niya porke, babae ako, pwede niya akong lokohin.Naloko na nga. beh.
So 'yong kaibigan ko na nurse ang asawa sa Saudi, Ford ang kotse, bago. Ang aking luma. Nahiya pa siyang lumipat sa kotse ko. Baka mapagkamalang kaniya. Pagkatapos ng meeting namin, hinanap niya ang kotse niya. NACARNAP. Balik siya sa lumang kotse ni Batman.
Ang kotse ko, hindi pinagtiyagaan. BWahahaha. Minsan lahat yata ng mga sasakyang nilalampasan kami, napapalingon ang mga drivers. Sabi ko inggit siguro sila. Yon pala umusok yong makina ko hahaha. Kahit nakabili na ako ng Toyota, hindi ko ipinagbili yong first car ko.
Pinaysaamerika.
Jumping Rabbits, Jumping Kids, Jumping Angel and SALUBONG
Dear insansapinas,
Today is Easter Sunday. I prefer to remember it as a day to commemorate the triumph of Jesus Christ over death rather than jumping rabbits and colored eggs.This is also the day when Longinus was harassed because he did not sign the waiver that he saw Jesus rose from the dead on the third day. Yes Virginia, even during those days, there were so many cover-ups.
This was the day when we, kids, climbed the huge table in the dining room and jumped. Nahh, we're not practising to dive into the water. We liked to add some more inches to our heights. There is a superstition that you grow taller when you jump during Easter Sunday. Unluckily, my cousin did not jump high enough that he remained under five feet even in his adult days and despite the fact that he continued the practice long after our other cousins had abandoned their short pants. He was very grateful when the elevator shoes became vogue. Sometimes I was tempted to ask him, how's the weather down there when he used to work with my father. My old man was a chief mechanic and almost all male relatives thought that he was running an employment agency. My dad could not say no to his older siblings who sent their sons to the city. Instead of pounding the pavement or scouring the classified ads,they merely appeared in our door. So libre na accommodation, libre pagkain, may suweldo pa sa kumpaniya. May on-the-job-training pa. When they arrived fresh off boat, they drove the vehicles in reverse. When they left, they could already accept a dozen of eggs for car repair. toinkz.
This was also a good day to trim your hair according to my mother. I won't. Yong IQ ko nasa dulo. Pag pinutol ko baka mabawasan.
My mom would make me participate in the SALUBONG. This is a procession where Jesus meets His Mother. The icons were covered with veils which were to be removed by an "angel". This was the task of a little girl who who was wearing white long dress, sporting wings and either riding in a swing adorned with paper flowers or were hoisted down by some strong men down from a makeshift "heaven portal". Or she was tied to a white blanket swinging to and fro while trying to reach the veils. I could have gotten the role, the first time but I found out, I have acrophobia (is that the fear for heights?). Fortunately, the organizers discovered it before I was lowered down. Dangling from the heights. I could have cried and asked my mission aborted or just cried non-stop until they "rescued"me. My stage mother settled for supporting role for me i.e. throwing petals of flowers and singing hosanahs (?) I think, I had also wings. Most of my aunt's white chicken in her poultry were bald for weeks.
Lest we forget the message of the Resurrection Day, may I greet you Happy Easter Sunday. Let us not allow our hope to die,
Pinaysaamerika
Today is Easter Sunday. I prefer to remember it as a day to commemorate the triumph of Jesus Christ over death rather than jumping rabbits and colored eggs.This is also the day when Longinus was harassed because he did not sign the waiver that he saw Jesus rose from the dead on the third day. Yes Virginia, even during those days, there were so many cover-ups.
This was the day when we, kids, climbed the huge table in the dining room and jumped. Nahh, we're not practising to dive into the water. We liked to add some more inches to our heights. There is a superstition that you grow taller when you jump during Easter Sunday. Unluckily, my cousin did not jump high enough that he remained under five feet even in his adult days and despite the fact that he continued the practice long after our other cousins had abandoned their short pants. He was very grateful when the elevator shoes became vogue. Sometimes I was tempted to ask him, how's the weather down there when he used to work with my father. My old man was a chief mechanic and almost all male relatives thought that he was running an employment agency. My dad could not say no to his older siblings who sent their sons to the city. Instead of pounding the pavement or scouring the classified ads,they merely appeared in our door. So libre na accommodation, libre pagkain, may suweldo pa sa kumpaniya. May on-the-job-training pa. When they arrived fresh off boat, they drove the vehicles in reverse. When they left, they could already accept a dozen of eggs for car repair. toinkz.
This was also a good day to trim your hair according to my mother. I won't. Yong IQ ko nasa dulo. Pag pinutol ko baka mabawasan.
My mom would make me participate in the SALUBONG. This is a procession where Jesus meets His Mother. The icons were covered with veils which were to be removed by an "angel". This was the task of a little girl who who was wearing white long dress, sporting wings and either riding in a swing adorned with paper flowers or were hoisted down by some strong men down from a makeshift "heaven portal". Or she was tied to a white blanket swinging to and fro while trying to reach the veils. I could have gotten the role, the first time but I found out, I have acrophobia (is that the fear for heights?). Fortunately, the organizers discovered it before I was lowered down. Dangling from the heights. I could have cried and asked my mission aborted or just cried non-stop until they "rescued"me. My stage mother settled for supporting role for me i.e. throwing petals of flowers and singing hosanahs (?) I think, I had also wings. Most of my aunt's white chicken in her poultry were bald for weeks.
Lest we forget the message of the Resurrection Day, may I greet you Happy Easter Sunday. Let us not allow our hope to die,
Pinaysaamerika
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Black Saturday in your life
Dear insansapinas,
Today is Black Saturday. My mom used to tell me that this is supposed to be the day when we should be somber since God is still dead. This is the time for soul searching. I can't, right at the moment. I might become depressed.
So the other night, I watched the rerun of the America's Funniest Videos. There were four little girls who were chatting. One girl was bragging that her father got a gold tooth. She kept on repeating it that the other girl got annoyed. She faced the other girls and loudly told them that his father got diabetes. The little girls who did not know what diabetes is shut up. Parang yong "Wala sa Lolo Ko Yan" pissing contest among kids and adults.
My grandchild may have won if someone tells him that a relative got cancer and is still alive. My TSG Generation 2 may have said, wala yan sa lola ko, dalawa cancer niya, ayun nagpapatawa pa.
Forgive me if my humor is bland. After the death of Angelo Castro, I thought other cancer patients may have considered him lucky for ending his battle.Those who are suffering from pain know how it is to undergo treatments, tests and, laboratories . A day ago, I was looking at the doctor's order for me. Hindi pagkain, kung hindi series of catscan, bone scan, breast, abdomen and blood works. Question is, if I am too tired of it, why not just simply decline. Sabihin na nating gusto kong maging hero to the end. HA HA HA. My hero complex talaga. By becoming a guinea pig not because, I subjected myself to some new experimental medication the cancer doctor appreciates the feedback, I gave him regarding my observation of the effect on me. What may be lethal to one may just have mild effect to others, like the medical procedure applied to me for my liver cancer. Now, I will be undergoing the breast cancer treatment and he is seeing to it, that he starts clean.My Caucasian FIL donated his brain to a university in San Fancisco for further study about alzheimer's when he died. He was a pathologist and he was very much interested about diseases.
Besides, you can not just lie down and wait to die.
The reason why cancer patients do not want to give up yet is because of the family. I saw the picture of the family of Angelo de Castro, Jr, The children are still young. If not because of the pain and the hopelessness, he would have wished a longer life to see his children grow up.
My father did not die of cancer. He was a stroke victim. He was in a coma for more than a month, I suspected that during that " Black Satruday" in his life, he negotiated with the "Boss" to allow him to stay and guide us while we were growing up. In Ghost Whisperer's parlance, he did not want to go to the white light yet.
The night he died, he visited us but it was only me who was awake and felt the kiss of goodbye. Up to now, I am grateful to him that he gave me that opportunity to see his soul.
When I married early, my mother said that my father was lonely and that he was crying a lot in her dream. Now I know why.
Question, do I believe in afterlife? Oo naman. Rather than go to a place without bottle of water expecting that there will be flowing water in the destination, I better go there prepared by bringing one. ANG LABO YATANG EXPLANATION ko.toinkz
Today is Black Saturday. My mom used to tell me that this is supposed to be the day when we should be somber since God is still dead. This is the time for soul searching. I can't, right at the moment. I might become depressed.
So the other night, I watched the rerun of the America's Funniest Videos. There were four little girls who were chatting. One girl was bragging that her father got a gold tooth. She kept on repeating it that the other girl got annoyed. She faced the other girls and loudly told them that his father got diabetes. The little girls who did not know what diabetes is shut up. Parang yong "Wala sa Lolo Ko Yan" pissing contest among kids and adults.
My grandchild may have won if someone tells him that a relative got cancer and is still alive. My TSG Generation 2 may have said, wala yan sa lola ko, dalawa cancer niya, ayun nagpapatawa pa.
Forgive me if my humor is bland. After the death of Angelo Castro, I thought other cancer patients may have considered him lucky for ending his battle.Those who are suffering from pain know how it is to undergo treatments, tests and, laboratories . A day ago, I was looking at the doctor's order for me. Hindi pagkain, kung hindi series of catscan, bone scan, breast, abdomen and blood works. Question is, if I am too tired of it, why not just simply decline. Sabihin na nating gusto kong maging hero to the end. HA HA HA. My hero complex talaga. By becoming a guinea pig not because, I subjected myself to some new experimental medication the cancer doctor appreciates the feedback, I gave him regarding my observation of the effect on me. What may be lethal to one may just have mild effect to others, like the medical procedure applied to me for my liver cancer. Now, I will be undergoing the breast cancer treatment and he is seeing to it, that he starts clean.My Caucasian FIL donated his brain to a university in San Fancisco for further study about alzheimer's when he died. He was a pathologist and he was very much interested about diseases.
Besides, you can not just lie down and wait to die.
The reason why cancer patients do not want to give up yet is because of the family. I saw the picture of the family of Angelo de Castro, Jr, The children are still young. If not because of the pain and the hopelessness, he would have wished a longer life to see his children grow up.
My father did not die of cancer. He was a stroke victim. He was in a coma for more than a month, I suspected that during that " Black Satruday" in his life, he negotiated with the "Boss" to allow him to stay and guide us while we were growing up. In Ghost Whisperer's parlance, he did not want to go to the white light yet.
The night he died, he visited us but it was only me who was awake and felt the kiss of goodbye. Up to now, I am grateful to him that he gave me that opportunity to see his soul.
When I married early, my mother said that my father was lonely and that he was crying a lot in her dream. Now I know why.
Question, do I believe in afterlife? Oo naman. Rather than go to a place without bottle of water expecting that there will be flowing water in the destination, I better go there prepared by bringing one. ANG LABO YATANG EXPLANATION ko.toinkz
Friday, April 06, 2012
Why is Friday Good?
Dear insansapinas,
Today is Good Friday. Day of Crucifixion, Death and Burial of Jesus Christ by His true friend, Joseph Arimathea. Why true friend? Because even though he was just a quiet follower of Jesus, unlike the other apostles who abandoned Him, he had the guts to ask for His Body from the authorities and gave It a decent and proper burial. Today also commemorates the suicide of Judas, the traitor friend whose 30 pieces of silver, tax exempt, I guessed since it was done clandestinely were used to buy a piece of land converted to potter's field.Kahit noon, Tuwid na Daan was just a myth. It is known to be Akeldama. In the passage of time, the truth in the story was buried since several groups laid a claim on it. Pati COA, nakikisawsaw, gustong imbestigahan. A monastery built by Greek Orthodox Church can be found in that area where sepulchres abound and lots of skeletons were removed. Sa karamihan, the Ghost International investigating about paranormal could not pinpoint where the ghosts are coming from.
This is the day when kids like me at that time would suddenly break a- 30 mph run going out the house past the sleeping old folk in a tumba-tumba to tiptoe when scolded that GOD is dead after three o clock. Sshhhh.
Here in the US, Good Friday is not a holiday. May pasok except for Filipino-owned enterprises which allowed the employees to take a vacation starting Maundy Thursday.Very Christian, sagad ka naman pag hindi Holy Week. Walang overtime, one to sawa. Hypocrites di ba?
For my non-Filipino employers, there was only one day of the year that I requested to allow me to have a personal vacation--that is Good Friday. Since I did not get sick at that time, got zero absences and negligible tardiness, they gave in to the request. My friends would tease me that I was recharging my superpower every Good Friday when I told them, I was not picking up the phone. For goodness sakes, isang araw naman magfafasting ako sa tsismis. noh. Burp. Acshually, shinashampoo ko ang puting balahibo ng aking pakpak. Ahem.
During my first years of first marriage, we used to go home to the province in Maundy Thursday, traveled for six hours and arrived at the province exhausted. What with the " makipaghabulan ka sa bus?"para makasakay ka. Kung nagpatuloy pa rin ang ganoong situation, baka naging Olympic champion ako sa takbuhan . Wala pa akong kotse noon. The next morning, I spent the whole day, Good Friday, sleeping, totally wiped out. Umuwi lang para matulog. *heh*
Saturday was a chow day. Reunion day. The relatives would catch frogs (Yes, my dear solon, frog is a delicacy. It is expensive in five-star hotels when served as fried frog legs.
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To provide the soup for that heavy meal, a part of the frogs were cooked tinola-style. Para bang nagshrink ang manok, nano-size. Yum, sarap. Merong pinapaitan, ( they already ate meat during Sabado de Gloria) grilled bangus with tomatoes in its belly and rice cooked in palayok. No dining table. You got to sit down in the kawayan flooring of the house with windows that were never closed. Wala namang magnanakaw.Bago matapos ang kainan, halos buong barrio, nakikikain. Doon ako natuto ng kaing militar. Kain ng kain kung hindi walang matitira saiyo.
Afternoon would be spent meeting the relatives who came bearing pasalubong mostly farm produce...newly-harvested tomatoes, bitter gourd, okra, eggplant and native delicacies. Imagine dala-dala mo ito pagbalik mo sa City. Minsan, gumugulong sa bus ang kamatis. hahaha. They gawked at me since I was the only "foreigner" who was mixed in the clan. And I was barely out of college. Now, times have changed. The windows are locked, so are doors, there is internet in the barrio, flat screen TV and people have come and gone to Saudi. The children are in school and frogs are no longer caught during the night when they cried, ribitt, ribbit. The relatives (they're still my relatives by affinity, aren't they) just bought them from the public market, bundled and ready for sale. My favorite Filipino FIL succumbed to cancer, what with all those natural and healthfoods around, I least expected it. There was not much stress either. He was very patient and a very good man. In fact, I had never seen him got angry. When apos were pasaway, he would just say, tssk tssssk. He had no vice. While other male relatives' coffee early morning was a white liquid in a lapad bottle, his was tea.
Today is Good Friday. Day of Crucifixion, Death and Burial of Jesus Christ by His true friend, Joseph Arimathea. Why true friend? Because even though he was just a quiet follower of Jesus, unlike the other apostles who abandoned Him, he had the guts to ask for His Body from the authorities and gave It a decent and proper burial. Today also commemorates the suicide of Judas, the traitor friend whose 30 pieces of silver, tax exempt, I guessed since it was done clandestinely were used to buy a piece of land converted to potter's field.Kahit noon, Tuwid na Daan was just a myth. It is known to be Akeldama. In the passage of time, the truth in the story was buried since several groups laid a claim on it. Pati COA, nakikisawsaw, gustong imbestigahan. A monastery built by Greek Orthodox Church can be found in that area where sepulchres abound and lots of skeletons were removed. Sa karamihan, the Ghost International investigating about paranormal could not pinpoint where the ghosts are coming from.
This is the day when kids like me at that time would suddenly break a- 30 mph run going out the house past the sleeping old folk in a tumba-tumba to tiptoe when scolded that GOD is dead after three o clock. Sshhhh.
Here in the US, Good Friday is not a holiday. May pasok except for Filipino-owned enterprises which allowed the employees to take a vacation starting Maundy Thursday.Very Christian, sagad ka naman pag hindi Holy Week. Walang overtime, one to sawa. Hypocrites di ba?
For my non-Filipino employers, there was only one day of the year that I requested to allow me to have a personal vacation--that is Good Friday. Since I did not get sick at that time, got zero absences and negligible tardiness, they gave in to the request. My friends would tease me that I was recharging my superpower every Good Friday when I told them, I was not picking up the phone. For goodness sakes, isang araw naman magfafasting ako sa tsismis. noh. Burp. Acshually, shinashampoo ko ang puting balahibo ng aking pakpak. Ahem.
During my first years of first marriage, we used to go home to the province in Maundy Thursday, traveled for six hours and arrived at the province exhausted. What with the " makipaghabulan ka sa bus?"para makasakay ka. Kung nagpatuloy pa rin ang ganoong situation, baka naging Olympic champion ako sa takbuhan . Wala pa akong kotse noon. The next morning, I spent the whole day, Good Friday, sleeping, totally wiped out. Umuwi lang para matulog. *heh*
Saturday was a chow day. Reunion day. The relatives would catch frogs (Yes, my dear solon, frog is a delicacy. It is expensive in five-star hotels when served as fried frog legs.
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To provide the soup for that heavy meal, a part of the frogs were cooked tinola-style. Para bang nagshrink ang manok, nano-size. Yum, sarap. Merong pinapaitan, ( they already ate meat during Sabado de Gloria) grilled bangus with tomatoes in its belly and rice cooked in palayok. No dining table. You got to sit down in the kawayan flooring of the house with windows that were never closed. Wala namang magnanakaw.Bago matapos ang kainan, halos buong barrio, nakikikain. Doon ako natuto ng kaing militar. Kain ng kain kung hindi walang matitira saiyo.
Afternoon would be spent meeting the relatives who came bearing pasalubong mostly farm produce...newly-harvested tomatoes, bitter gourd, okra, eggplant and native delicacies. Imagine dala-dala mo ito pagbalik mo sa City. Minsan, gumugulong sa bus ang kamatis. hahaha. They gawked at me since I was the only "foreigner" who was mixed in the clan. And I was barely out of college. Now, times have changed. The windows are locked, so are doors, there is internet in the barrio, flat screen TV and people have come and gone to Saudi. The children are in school and frogs are no longer caught during the night when they cried, ribitt, ribbit. The relatives (they're still my relatives by affinity, aren't they) just bought them from the public market, bundled and ready for sale. My favorite Filipino FIL succumbed to cancer, what with all those natural and healthfoods around, I least expected it. There was not much stress either. He was very patient and a very good man. In fact, I had never seen him got angry. When apos were pasaway, he would just say, tssk tssssk. He had no vice. While other male relatives' coffee early morning was a white liquid in a lapad bottle, his was tea.
Thursday, April 05, 2012
Betrayal and Denial
Dear insansapinas,
Today is Maundy Thursday. Last Supper, Betrayal of Judas and Denial of Peter that he was an apostle of the Victim of Injustice and Trial by Publicity, JESUS CHRIST. The mob was shouting, Crucify Him even before Pontius Pilate was handed down the basin of water. Sinalok pa kasi. Wala raw kuryente.
It is also today that in the kitchen, I discovered one that was lying to me the whole time. And I was just ignoring it. Every time I visit my doctors, the medical assistants get my weight. Three of the doctors ' clinic have almost the same result, but my OWN personal weighing scale is shortchanging me of five pounds which made me believe, I weighed less. I made the adjustment and I get the same result. Conclusion, the weighing scale is lying and or sucking up to me. TSEH.
I took showers during Good Friday. Bawal daw sabi ng matatanda. Magkakapekas daw . Kahit naman ako magkapekas, hindi halatado, maitim ako eh. Siguro noon ang mga bata kasi gustong maligo sa batis. Wala namang bathroom at shower noon, except sa bahay ng lolo ko na kinabitan niya ng binutas-butas na lata ang kawayang ginawang parang tubo ng MWSS na ang tubig ay nanggagaling sa bukal sa katabi naming bundok. Sarap ng tubig. Muntik ko ng lagyan ng kape at asukal at pakuluin pero bawal pa ang kape sa aming bata. Sinunog na bigas ang pinapainom sa amin. Kaysa asikasuhin ng matatanda ang mga bata na tinatamad din pag Holy Week dahil walang mga activities, sinasabi na lang na bawal maligo.
Bawal din daw masugatan pag Holy Week. Di nila sinasabi na nakabakasyon ang mga doctor at pati ang arbularyo sa barrio. Kaya walang gagamot.
Diyan hindi kumpleto pag walang palaspas na isinasabit sa pinto. Hindi naman amulet (kagaya ng sinabi ng obispo) kung hindi protection sa evil, sa mga magnanakaw (pero nakabukas naman palagi ang mga pinto) at protection sa kidlat. Kami ang binibili namin yong oliba. Pag kumidlat, nagsusunog kami ng isang rib. Minsan muntik nang masunog ang bahay hindi sa kidlat kung hindi sa sinunog na palaspas. Angiiii.
Unang Holy Week ko dito sa USA, akala ko ganoon din karami ang palaspas. Libre raw ibibigay. So hintay naman ako. Gusto kong gawing pantakot sa kapitbahay kong Tsikana na war freak. Naunang kumuha yong kaibigan ko. Hinanap ko yong palaspas. Hindi pala yong buong palaspas kung hindi, isang dahon lang ng palaspas.
Today is Maundy Thursday. Last Supper, Betrayal of Judas and Denial of Peter that he was an apostle of the Victim of Injustice and Trial by Publicity, JESUS CHRIST. The mob was shouting, Crucify Him even before Pontius Pilate was handed down the basin of water. Sinalok pa kasi. Wala raw kuryente.
It is also today that in the kitchen, I discovered one that was lying to me the whole time. And I was just ignoring it. Every time I visit my doctors, the medical assistants get my weight. Three of the doctors ' clinic have almost the same result, but my OWN personal weighing scale is shortchanging me of five pounds which made me believe, I weighed less. I made the adjustment and I get the same result. Conclusion, the weighing scale is lying and or sucking up to me. TSEH.
I took showers during Good Friday. Bawal daw sabi ng matatanda. Magkakapekas daw . Kahit naman ako magkapekas, hindi halatado, maitim ako eh. Siguro noon ang mga bata kasi gustong maligo sa batis. Wala namang bathroom at shower noon, except sa bahay ng lolo ko na kinabitan niya ng binutas-butas na lata ang kawayang ginawang parang tubo ng MWSS na ang tubig ay nanggagaling sa bukal sa katabi naming bundok. Sarap ng tubig. Muntik ko ng lagyan ng kape at asukal at pakuluin pero bawal pa ang kape sa aming bata. Sinunog na bigas ang pinapainom sa amin. Kaysa asikasuhin ng matatanda ang mga bata na tinatamad din pag Holy Week dahil walang mga activities, sinasabi na lang na bawal maligo.
Bawal din daw masugatan pag Holy Week. Di nila sinasabi na nakabakasyon ang mga doctor at pati ang arbularyo sa barrio. Kaya walang gagamot.
Diyan hindi kumpleto pag walang palaspas na isinasabit sa pinto. Hindi naman amulet (kagaya ng sinabi ng obispo) kung hindi protection sa evil, sa mga magnanakaw (pero nakabukas naman palagi ang mga pinto) at protection sa kidlat. Kami ang binibili namin yong oliba. Pag kumidlat, nagsusunog kami ng isang rib. Minsan muntik nang masunog ang bahay hindi sa kidlat kung hindi sa sinunog na palaspas. Angiiii.
Unang Holy Week ko dito sa USA, akala ko ganoon din karami ang palaspas. Libre raw ibibigay. So hintay naman ako. Gusto kong gawing pantakot sa kapitbahay kong Tsikana na war freak. Naunang kumuha yong kaibigan ko. Hinanap ko yong palaspas. Hindi pala yong buong palaspas kung hindi, isang dahon lang ng palaspas.
Angelo Castro, Jr. said goodbye to the world
Dear insansapinas,
Angelo Castro, Jr. one of my favorite broadcasters succumbed to cancer on April 5, 2012 after a long battle with the disease. He's one of those who had modulated voice, poise and he delivered the news with authority and confidence.
He's younger than another two great broadcaters, Jose Mari Velez who died in early 1990's., and Harry Gasser, the husband of Flora Gasser, the commediene who is also suffering from prostate canver. I remember my curfew at home. If I see these broadcasters delivering the news, I knew, I missed my curfew.
ACJ asked his family to let go of him. He stopped waging the battle and started his journey to another realm. His wife June Keithley is also fighting her own battle, breast cancer.
Pinaysaamerika
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Tina Monzon Palma and Angelo Castro, Jr. upon his return to ABS CBN last year after two-years leave |
Angelo Castro, Jr. one of my favorite broadcasters succumbed to cancer on April 5, 2012 after a long battle with the disease. He's one of those who had modulated voice, poise and he delivered the news with authority and confidence.
He's younger than another two great broadcaters, Jose Mari Velez who died in early 1990's., and Harry Gasser, the husband of Flora Gasser, the commediene who is also suffering from prostate canver. I remember my curfew at home. If I see these broadcasters delivering the news, I knew, I missed my curfew.
ACJ asked his family to let go of him. He stopped waging the battle and started his journey to another realm. His wife June Keithley is also fighting her own battle, breast cancer.
Pinaysaamerika
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Pumpkin
Dear insansapinas,
One thing that I always do is to plan. So while watching TV (my eyes are already trained to watch the idiot box when it is on as a form of courtesy, LABO ko naman), I am making plans. If I like to eat something, I plan to buy it a week ahead if given the opportunity. But plans are not always followed like when I want to eat crab, whether it is king crab or blue crab, I buy even the frozen ones when it is off season. The oriental store that sells live crabs are more than thirty minute-drive away. Then I forget to buy coconut milk. Ginataang alimasag baga. Nagiging nilagang crab na lang. One time, I had them both, sabi ko sarap, then I forgot pala to buy pumpkin/squash. So I ended up with ginataang crab sa spinach pweh.
But there was one lucky week where I had the three incredients, crab, coconut mik and pumpkin. I was excited to cook the still alive blue crabs. They pulled each other to escape my wok. When I opened the ref to get the pumpkin for peeling and slicing, Wala. Wha. It turned into Cinderella's carriage. I had to wait for another day to wait for it to turn back into pumpkin. CORNY KO.
One thing that I always do is to plan. So while watching TV (my eyes are already trained to watch the idiot box when it is on as a form of courtesy, LABO ko naman), I am making plans. If I like to eat something, I plan to buy it a week ahead if given the opportunity. But plans are not always followed like when I want to eat crab, whether it is king crab or blue crab, I buy even the frozen ones when it is off season. The oriental store that sells live crabs are more than thirty minute-drive away. Then I forget to buy coconut milk. Ginataang alimasag baga. Nagiging nilagang crab na lang. One time, I had them both, sabi ko sarap, then I forgot pala to buy pumpkin/squash. So I ended up with ginataang crab sa spinach pweh.
But there was one lucky week where I had the three incredients, crab, coconut mik and pumpkin. I was excited to cook the still alive blue crabs. They pulled each other to escape my wok. When I opened the ref to get the pumpkin for peeling and slicing, Wala. Wha. It turned into Cinderella's carriage. I had to wait for another day to wait for it to turn back into pumpkin. CORNY KO.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Bakal
Dear insansapinas,
Sugod ako sa doctor. Available na raw ang aking prescription for painkillier. Pero meron pang isang prescription para sa pagiging anemic. Bumagsak ang hemoglobin ko sa carpet. Kailangan ko raw ng Iron. Sa Pilipinas hindi ako magkakaroon ng Iron Deficiency. Pwede kong ngatngatin yong plantsang gawa sa bakal. Pwede rin namang isuga ako sa riles ng tren. Pero kinalimutan ko na ang aking pagmemeryenda na ng mga pako.
Pagdating sa pharmacy, sabi sa akin noong katabi kong matandang babae, dapat daw multivitamin ang aking i-take, hindi lang yong Iron. Kasi magkakaparoblema ako sa aking pagbawas. Baka tawagin ko ang lahat ng Santo dahil kasintigas din ng bakal ang lalabas. Ew. Kailangan ko na naman ang uminom ng Colace at pag sumobra naman yon, kailangan ko rin ang imodium. Wala talagang ligtas sa pharmaceutical industry.
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My friend put up her house on a short sale. She is losing $22,000 a year for that property. She is going to buy a much cheaper house where she can live and save on rent .According to her, the houses are so dirt cheap that you can find a big house in Vegas with swimming pool for $ 50,000. Ano naman ang gagawin mo sa Vegas? Another house in their place has a tag price of $ 25,000. Good time to buy properties for those with extra money to spare. Meron nang balita na isang babae ang binasag ang kaniyang piggybank at bumili ng worth na $ 10,000 na bahay.
Just saying to people asking why would someone buy a house during recession.
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In the episode of Bluebloods, a series about a family of NYPD law enforcers from commissioner to ADA to detective, the grandniece felt guity for not coming to the rescue of her friend/classmate in a Catholic university where they are both sixteen year old students. Someone uploaded a picture of her friend wearing bikini in the cell phones of the elite students of the university. She became the butt of jokes of the studentry. No, there was no punishment from the school admin since the culprit was not identified. Wala pa si Judas. The grandniece sought the help of her uncle, the cop to trace who did it.
Sugod ako sa doctor. Available na raw ang aking prescription for painkillier. Pero meron pang isang prescription para sa pagiging anemic. Bumagsak ang hemoglobin ko sa carpet. Kailangan ko raw ng Iron. Sa Pilipinas hindi ako magkakaroon ng Iron Deficiency. Pwede kong ngatngatin yong plantsang gawa sa bakal. Pwede rin namang isuga ako sa riles ng tren. Pero kinalimutan ko na ang aking pagmemeryenda na ng mga pako.
Pagdating sa pharmacy, sabi sa akin noong katabi kong matandang babae, dapat daw multivitamin ang aking i-take, hindi lang yong Iron. Kasi magkakaparoblema ako sa aking pagbawas. Baka tawagin ko ang lahat ng Santo dahil kasintigas din ng bakal ang lalabas. Ew. Kailangan ko na naman ang uminom ng Colace at pag sumobra naman yon, kailangan ko rin ang imodium. Wala talagang ligtas sa pharmaceutical industry.
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My friend put up her house on a short sale. She is losing $22,000 a year for that property. She is going to buy a much cheaper house where she can live and save on rent .According to her, the houses are so dirt cheap that you can find a big house in Vegas with swimming pool for $ 50,000. Ano naman ang gagawin mo sa Vegas? Another house in their place has a tag price of $ 25,000. Good time to buy properties for those with extra money to spare. Meron nang balita na isang babae ang binasag ang kaniyang piggybank at bumili ng worth na $ 10,000 na bahay.
Just saying to people asking why would someone buy a house during recession.
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In the episode of Bluebloods, a series about a family of NYPD law enforcers from commissioner to ADA to detective, the grandniece felt guity for not coming to the rescue of her friend/classmate in a Catholic university where they are both sixteen year old students. Someone uploaded a picture of her friend wearing bikini in the cell phones of the elite students of the university. She became the butt of jokes of the studentry. No, there was no punishment from the school admin since the culprit was not identified. Wala pa si Judas. The grandniece sought the help of her uncle, the cop to trace who did it.
Monday, April 02, 2012
Aray, Turo-turo, Pakialamera
Dear insansapinas,
I've been in and out the hospital since 2007 for medical procedures as short as one hour and long surgery of six to eight hours. Never, did I cry for self pity or other reasons such as pain. As I have admitted, I have a high threshold of pain. This last surgery is different. Every time I go to the bathroom, I shed a tear or two. I can hardly sit down because of the sutures which according to the doctor would just melt when the wounds get healed.
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The reason why I mentioned this is because of the interview with June Keithley, one of the people who had a significant role in the EDSA 1. She continued the radio broadcast even after the Radio Veritas was bombed to stop it from sending messages to the "rebels." My sister was among those volunteers in the Radio Veritas.
But the news is not about how these people in the EDSA 1 committee forgot the people who were the real heroes. It is about her husband Angelo Castro, Jr. a media person who was found to have lung cancer with three months to live. June also has breast cancer which was diagnosed in 2009.
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The STC nuns forgot that accusing the girls of being drunkards and addicts, if they indeed verbally abused the students, is reflective of the failure of the disciplinary programs of the school. The students are spending more time in school and whatever they learned and or guidance they received will be more from the school and classmates rather than parents. They are spending more time in schools than in their homrs/
.
After graduation, come the peers, the friends and the work environment. When something wrong or bothering the students, their class performance is affected too. IF they are drinking, they can not hide that from class or advisers. I am talking about habitual drinkers. If indeed they are using illegal drugs,their habits are going to change for the worse.
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I am thankful that during our time, there was no Facebook yet. When my father learned at age 16, my eldest brother was starting to smoke as influenced by his classmates, he did not call him for
I've been in and out the hospital since 2007 for medical procedures as short as one hour and long surgery of six to eight hours. Never, did I cry for self pity or other reasons such as pain. As I have admitted, I have a high threshold of pain. This last surgery is different. Every time I go to the bathroom, I shed a tear or two. I can hardly sit down because of the sutures which according to the doctor would just melt when the wounds get healed.
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The reason why I mentioned this is because of the interview with June Keithley, one of the people who had a significant role in the EDSA 1. She continued the radio broadcast even after the Radio Veritas was bombed to stop it from sending messages to the "rebels." My sister was among those volunteers in the Radio Veritas.
But the news is not about how these people in the EDSA 1 committee forgot the people who were the real heroes. It is about her husband Angelo Castro, Jr. a media person who was found to have lung cancer with three months to live. June also has breast cancer which was diagnosed in 2009.
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The STC nuns forgot that accusing the girls of being drunkards and addicts, if they indeed verbally abused the students, is reflective of the failure of the disciplinary programs of the school. The students are spending more time in school and whatever they learned and or guidance they received will be more from the school and classmates rather than parents. They are spending more time in schools than in their homrs/
.
After graduation, come the peers, the friends and the work environment. When something wrong or bothering the students, their class performance is affected too. IF they are drinking, they can not hide that from class or advisers. I am talking about habitual drinkers. If indeed they are using illegal drugs,their habits are going to change for the worse.
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I am thankful that during our time, there was no Facebook yet. When my father learned at age 16, my eldest brother was starting to smoke as influenced by his classmates, he did not call him for
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Short Quiz
Dear insansapinas,
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I was in bed yesterday. This is the first time that I stayed longer in bed after a medical procedure because of the absence of the right painkiller. I could not even sit down.
So my whiner-friend called. When she came to know that I was in bed. she advised me to move around. Para naman daw ako maexercise, Gusto kong sabihin, o sige, saiyo na itong sakit at ako ay magjajogging.
She called me to tell me that God is testing her faith. She was summoned by her boss and reprimanded for having attitide of not accepting that she erred in her work. She was told that the next time, she would receive a verbal reprimand. She felt she was being "inaapi" and God is testing her.
I did not comment. But deep inside me, I thought that it was just a short quiz from GOD if ever it is a test. Mine is a doctoral dissertation. hehehe.
Pinaysaamerika
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I was in bed yesterday. This is the first time that I stayed longer in bed after a medical procedure because of the absence of the right painkiller. I could not even sit down.
So my whiner-friend called. When she came to know that I was in bed. she advised me to move around. Para naman daw ako maexercise, Gusto kong sabihin, o sige, saiyo na itong sakit at ako ay magjajogging.
She called me to tell me that God is testing her faith. She was summoned by her boss and reprimanded for having attitide of not accepting that she erred in her work. She was told that the next time, she would receive a verbal reprimand. She felt she was being "inaapi" and God is testing her.
I did not comment. But deep inside me, I thought that it was just a short quiz from GOD if ever it is a test. Mine is a doctoral dissertation. hehehe.
Pinaysaamerika
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Catholic university
Dear insansapinas,
I've sent four years of my K10 in a Catholic university. Di ako naging santa. whew.
That was when during first Thursdays of the month, all classes were cancelled in the high school division and a makeshift confessional box was brought to each classroom. Kailangang magconfess kami ng aming kasalanan so that the following day which was First Friday, we can receive Holy communion, I did not confess to the priest assigned to our class. Kaya alam ng mga are kung sino ang nagchcheat, I went to confession to a church near our home so during the time when classes were suspended, I was just Noynoying.
Before the end of the school year, a Holy retreat was required not only to the graduating students but also to non-graduating ones. , This was when friendships were sealed. After every homily, we gave away to our friends, beautiful estampitas. Usually, the big estampitas went to the closest friends. So if you received an ordinary and small estampitas, you're not in. O di va. Kung baga sa facebook, you are not a friend.
You can see the most popular student among us. She held the thickest pile of estampitas that if they were the basis of entry to the paradise, she did not have to pass thru an eye of a needle.
I received only less than 10 estampitas, I was that unpopular. I was more concerned about the honor list because scholarships were awarded to the top ten students. My closest friend who belonged to the lowest section asked me If was not bothered that I did not belong to the clique. I just laughed it off. One day, our adviser called for me. She asked if the report that I cheated in the exam was true--a rumor circulated by a group of ladies who did not want to be ignored. My teacher in math said that I would never cheat and could not cheat because the exams of algebraic equations were written in the blackboard during the exams. Butata sila.
They tried it again to another classmate who did not want to join any group. She cried the whole day because of the nasty things that this group sread among students. After she was cleared, she joined me. May dalawa na akong alipores. hehehe
When I started working in an accounting firm, I had an officemate who did only graduate from a Catholic university. She had also a friend who was formerly a nun. She went out of the convent because of the intrigues inside among nuns. Mga tao rin naman kasi sila.
Pero hindi sila judge kung sino ang makasalanan at sino ang banal.
Pinaysaamerika
I've sent four years of my K10 in a Catholic university. Di ako naging santa. whew.
That was when during first Thursdays of the month, all classes were cancelled in the high school division and a makeshift confessional box was brought to each classroom. Kailangang magconfess kami ng aming kasalanan so that the following day which was First Friday, we can receive Holy communion, I did not confess to the priest assigned to our class. Kaya alam ng mga are kung sino ang nagchcheat, I went to confession to a church near our home so during the time when classes were suspended, I was just Noynoying.
Before the end of the school year, a Holy retreat was required not only to the graduating students but also to non-graduating ones. , This was when friendships were sealed. After every homily, we gave away to our friends, beautiful estampitas. Usually, the big estampitas went to the closest friends. So if you received an ordinary and small estampitas, you're not in. O di va. Kung baga sa facebook, you are not a friend.
You can see the most popular student among us. She held the thickest pile of estampitas that if they were the basis of entry to the paradise, she did not have to pass thru an eye of a needle.
I received only less than 10 estampitas, I was that unpopular. I was more concerned about the honor list because scholarships were awarded to the top ten students. My closest friend who belonged to the lowest section asked me If was not bothered that I did not belong to the clique. I just laughed it off. One day, our adviser called for me. She asked if the report that I cheated in the exam was true--a rumor circulated by a group of ladies who did not want to be ignored. My teacher in math said that I would never cheat and could not cheat because the exams of algebraic equations were written in the blackboard during the exams. Butata sila.
They tried it again to another classmate who did not want to join any group. She cried the whole day because of the nasty things that this group sread among students. After she was cleared, she joined me. May dalawa na akong alipores. hehehe
When I started working in an accounting firm, I had an officemate who did only graduate from a Catholic university. She had also a friend who was formerly a nun. She went out of the convent because of the intrigues inside among nuns. Mga tao rin naman kasi sila.
Pero hindi sila judge kung sino ang makasalanan at sino ang banal.
Pinaysaamerika
Friday, March 30, 2012
Sino ang Hudas
Dear insansapinas,
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Ang hirap maupo.Mali pa ang ibinigay na painkiller ko. Di pwede sa akin yon dahil sa aking liver. Kaya ito pasensiya sa sakit hanggang Tuesday.Sarado ang doctor sa weekend. Ahay. Ang aga ng holy week.
Nanood ako ng episode ng isang Law and Order yata yon (sa dami ba naman ng pinapanood ko, nagkakakahalo-halo ko na, tapos nakakatulog pa ako niyan). May isang pinatay doon na batang Amish. Alam ninyo ang Amish? Sila ang pinakaconservative na miyembro ng isang relihiyon at community. Remember the Witness starring Harrison Ford? Di sila gumagamit ng kuryente at hindi nakikihalo sa ibang tao pero sa episode na yon nalaman ko na pagdating nila ng 16, lalaki o babae, pinapayagan silang lumabas, gawin ang gusto nilang gawin, uminom, magsuot ng sexy na damit. Pagkatapos ng isang taon, magdedecide sila kung aling buhay ang gusto nila ngayong natikman na nila ang kamunduhan. Pag ayaw na nilang bumalik, pababayaan silang umalis pero itatakwil na sila ng kamag-anak at ng community. Pag nagdecide na silang bumalik, wala silang maririnig na pangungutya a pagkagalit sa ginawa nila sa labas.
Ano ba ang tinutumbok ko? Ang tinutumbok ko ay ang alleged verbal abuse ng mga madre sa mga istudyanteng nagpublished ng kanilang retratong naka bikini at may hawak na sigarilyo ba? tapos inignore nila angTRO? Ang pinakamatindi pa ay ang di sila pinasama sa graduation. Sixteen years old yon mga yon. Karamihang mga pagkakamali sa ganiyang edad. AHEM. Pinahiya pa sila. Kung totoong nakaset sa privacy ang Facebook nila, sino sa mga friends nila ang Hudas na naglabas ng retrato? Kaya ako walang tiwala kahit dito sa katabi kong camera. Baka Hudas din ito.
Kahit naman yata si Bossing, hindi tinawag na slut si Magdalene. At hindi siya "bumaba" sa mundo " para sa mga banal o iniisip nilang sila ay banal kung hindi para doon sa mga makasalanan.
Kung may manual o handbook ang iskwela para sa mga students, baka hindi updated na isama ang mga social media. Nangyari naman yon sa beach. Huwag nilang gayahin ako na nakapajama pag nagbeach. ahehek. O kaya ng aking TK Girl, nakatwo-piece nga ang laki naman ng beach towel na nakapulupot..Buti na lang hindi ako nagmadre,Kung hindi palagi nila akong wiwisikan ng holy water.
Pinaysaamerika
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Ang hirap maupo.Mali pa ang ibinigay na painkiller ko. Di pwede sa akin yon dahil sa aking liver. Kaya ito pasensiya sa sakit hanggang Tuesday.Sarado ang doctor sa weekend. Ahay. Ang aga ng holy week.
Nanood ako ng episode ng isang Law and Order yata yon (sa dami ba naman ng pinapanood ko, nagkakakahalo-halo ko na, tapos nakakatulog pa ako niyan). May isang pinatay doon na batang Amish. Alam ninyo ang Amish? Sila ang pinakaconservative na miyembro ng isang relihiyon at community. Remember the Witness starring Harrison Ford? Di sila gumagamit ng kuryente at hindi nakikihalo sa ibang tao pero sa episode na yon nalaman ko na pagdating nila ng 16, lalaki o babae, pinapayagan silang lumabas, gawin ang gusto nilang gawin, uminom, magsuot ng sexy na damit. Pagkatapos ng isang taon, magdedecide sila kung aling buhay ang gusto nila ngayong natikman na nila ang kamunduhan. Pag ayaw na nilang bumalik, pababayaan silang umalis pero itatakwil na sila ng kamag-anak at ng community. Pag nagdecide na silang bumalik, wala silang maririnig na pangungutya a pagkagalit sa ginawa nila sa labas.
Ano ba ang tinutumbok ko? Ang tinutumbok ko ay ang alleged verbal abuse ng mga madre sa mga istudyanteng nagpublished ng kanilang retratong naka bikini at may hawak na sigarilyo ba? tapos inignore nila angTRO? Ang pinakamatindi pa ay ang di sila pinasama sa graduation. Sixteen years old yon mga yon. Karamihang mga pagkakamali sa ganiyang edad. AHEM. Pinahiya pa sila. Kung totoong nakaset sa privacy ang Facebook nila, sino sa mga friends nila ang Hudas na naglabas ng retrato? Kaya ako walang tiwala kahit dito sa katabi kong camera. Baka Hudas din ito.
Kahit naman yata si Bossing, hindi tinawag na slut si Magdalene. At hindi siya "bumaba" sa mundo " para sa mga banal o iniisip nilang sila ay banal kung hindi para doon sa mga makasalanan.
Kung may manual o handbook ang iskwela para sa mga students, baka hindi updated na isama ang mga social media. Nangyari naman yon sa beach. Huwag nilang gayahin ako na nakapajama pag nagbeach. ahehek. O kaya ng aking TK Girl, nakatwo-piece nga ang laki naman ng beach towel na nakapulupot..Buti na lang hindi ako nagmadre,Kung hindi palagi nila akong wiwisikan ng holy water.
Pinaysaamerika
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Post Surgery
Dear insansapinas,
Nakauwi na ako sa bahay. Ayoko sa hospital magrecuperate. Lalo ngayong 4 times per hour ako kung pumunta sa washroom, tulak-tulak ko yong IV post.Halos wala rim akong pahinga.
Nilagyan nila ako ng IV kasi mababa ang blood sugar ko. Kaya tinambakan nila mg isang sakong asukal yong aking IV drip. Kung hindi nacheck ang sugar level ko baka lalong bumaba habang nasa operating table ako. . Mete ko.
Kaya nga marami akong bracelet. To warn them that I am diabetic, allergy sa latex, allergy sa mga bayarang mga journalists. Kulay yellow yon. Tingnam ninyo sg dami kong bracelet.
Tinanong ako kung may metal ako sa loob ng aking katawan. Nalalala ko yong nalulon kong kutsara nang tumitikim ako ng pagkain o kaya yong siyanse na ginamit ko sa pagprito.ahek,
Pinakilala ang team. Yong doctor ko nakadouble breasted pa. Baka may dinaluhang kasal, Prospect din ang bride. Nandoon din si General. General anaesthesia. Tutusukin ka na, sasaktan ka tapos mahal pa.Dinala ako sa surgery room ng ala una. Nagising ako, alas kuwatr0.
Pinaysaamerika
Nakauwi na ako sa bahay. Ayoko sa hospital magrecuperate. Lalo ngayong 4 times per hour ako kung pumunta sa washroom, tulak-tulak ko yong IV post.Halos wala rim akong pahinga.
Nilagyan nila ako ng IV kasi mababa ang blood sugar ko. Kaya tinambakan nila mg isang sakong asukal yong aking IV drip. Kung hindi nacheck ang sugar level ko baka lalong bumaba habang nasa operating table ako. . Mete ko.
Kaya nga marami akong bracelet. To warn them that I am diabetic, allergy sa latex, allergy sa mga bayarang mga journalists. Kulay yellow yon. Tingnam ninyo sg dami kong bracelet.
Tinanong ako kung may metal ako sa loob ng aking katawan. Nalalala ko yong nalulon kong kutsara nang tumitikim ako ng pagkain o kaya yong siyanse na ginamit ko sa pagprito.ahek,
Pinakilala ang team. Yong doctor ko nakadouble breasted pa. Baka may dinaluhang kasal, Prospect din ang bride. Nandoon din si General. General anaesthesia. Tutusukin ka na, sasaktan ka tapos mahal pa.Dinala ako sa surgery room ng ala una. Nagising ako, alas kuwatr0.
Pinaysaamerika
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Surgery 2 and the Dream
Dear insansapinas,
For the record your honor, I would like to make a manifestation.
I will be going to the hospital, an hour from now for my surgery. Ahhh, I miss my chocolate drink and oatmeal cookie this morning. I am not allowed to take anything except my meds since midnight.
Last night, I've dreamed that I was walking (hindi sa Tuwid na daan, ahoy) towards a place where coconut trees grow. Someone painted the coconuts white so that they looked more like huge eggs. As I passed them, I was heading towards a dark place (may blackout, hehehehe) and my feet just would not move.
I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I slept again, I had the same dream; white eggs and the dark place where I would not go. Ayaw talaga ng brownout.
This morning, I read that the Legacy CEO died of cancer. It is just unfortunate that the alleged billions that he bilked from depositors did not save his life.No, I do not think it is a punishment for his alleged crime because if that is so, even the victim of the scam who lost 20 million pesos and has cancer is also being punished? Paano na lang ang cancer treatment niya? The other day, I received the bill for my first surgery. I thought it was for the entire operation. Hinayupak, anaesthesia lang pala yon na good for six hours. Almost 3 k. Blag.
Pinaysaamerika
For the record your honor, I would like to make a manifestation.
I will be going to the hospital, an hour from now for my surgery. Ahhh, I miss my chocolate drink and oatmeal cookie this morning. I am not allowed to take anything except my meds since midnight.
Last night, I've dreamed that I was walking (hindi sa Tuwid na daan, ahoy) towards a place where coconut trees grow. Someone painted the coconuts white so that they looked more like huge eggs. As I passed them, I was heading towards a dark place (may blackout, hehehehe) and my feet just would not move.
I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I slept again, I had the same dream; white eggs and the dark place where I would not go. Ayaw talaga ng brownout.
This morning, I read that the Legacy CEO died of cancer. It is just unfortunate that the alleged billions that he bilked from depositors did not save his life.No, I do not think it is a punishment for his alleged crime because if that is so, even the victim of the scam who lost 20 million pesos and has cancer is also being punished? Paano na lang ang cancer treatment niya? The other day, I received the bill for my first surgery. I thought it was for the entire operation. Hinayupak, anaesthesia lang pala yon na good for six hours. Almost 3 k. Blag.
Pinaysaamerika
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Cheating
Dear insansapinas,
May iniimbestigahan sa mga suspetsusong test scores all over the US. Naaah, Virginia, hindi ang mga istudyante kung hindi ang mga teachers ang mga pinaghihinalaang nagchecheat. . Ito ang dahilan:
Standardized test scores have been at the forefront of national and local efforts to improve schools. Test performance was the centerpiece of the federal No Child Left Behind Act of 2001, which demanded higher classroom accountability. Tougher teacher evaluations that many states are rolling out place more weight than ever on the tests.
Lesson for the day- Survey says:
I just don't criticize for the sake of criticism although I am aware that these things are not meant serve their real purpose. But I want to inform if not share my little knowledge about some stuff .
1. Target Respondents
The choice of the samples of the targeted population is very important. If you want to find out about a teleserye, your target respondents should be those who are regularly following the series. Otherwise, you have a lot of neutral answers in the questionnaire.Forty-one percent of respondents in AdMU said they did not trust the Chief Justice while 21 percent trusted him and the remaining 39 percent were undecided.
Take for instance the quesionnaire used to oll the students (as if naman naniniwala ako), only 19 and 8 per cent declared that they are regularly following the impeachment trial.
“Fifty-seven percent, 69 percent and 84.3 percent of AdMU, DLSU and AdDU [respondents] said they occasionally followed the trial while 19 percent, 19 percent and 8 percent [respectively] said they were following it regularly,” she added.So how can they express opinion? Thru reading the news? I believe these students. Rather than watch the proceeding, they would refer to go malling, texting and or studying than listening to the trial which could not be understood by ordinary people.
Period when surveys were conducted
If the surveys were conducted at different periods, the results would be affected by the latest development in the trial. Comparative na yon. Para bang nagtanong ka ng kasalukuyang umiiyak ang babae dahil iniwanan siya ng boyfriend niya at nagkabalikan sila. Tanungin mo sina Vicki.The polls were conducted at AdMU from March 11 to 15, at DLSU and AdDU from March 22 to 25, at TSU from March 13 to 14 and at UE from March 13 to 15.
Pretesting
Questionnaires need to be pretested. There was no mention about it. (Oh well, naniniwala ba talaga ako?)Instead, they provided a template which some questions were changed. Were they leading questions? Were they simple enough for students to understand. What should be the trust rating?
While the SCAP provided the participating school organizations with a survey template, the student groups were allowed to modify some questions according to their interest.Sample size
Questions common to all schools were about Corona’s trust rating, the students’ interest in the impeachment trial and whether they think he should remain as Chief Justice,
Why they selected 2000? What is the total population? How was this number distributed to the different schools? (Oh well, sinabi na kasing hindi ako naniniwala).
And knowing the students, if you give them questionnaire, hindi kaagad nila sasagutin yan. Pag hinanap na saka lang magsasabi na, saan ko nga ba iilagay yon? Ano nga ba ang isasagot ko. That is when it is not a face-to face survey.
Pinaysaamerika
Where are you going?
Dear insansapinas,
More than a week ago, I saw in the news a special feature of a car accident where the lone survivor narrated that she saw her friends (they were drunk when the car was totaled) left her. She said she was shouting at them not to leave but then she could not believe that they could just easily get up and walked. All of them were inside the crashed vehicle.
It was only when she was saved that she realized it may have been the souls of her friends who stood up and walked away from the scene of the accident. Her friends died in the crash.
Second surgery
I will have my surgery tomorrow. The beauty of the new technology is that I did not have to go to the hospital for preop. They just referred to my medical records which I updated in their database. The phone call from the preop nurse was just meant for instructions.
Last night I have a dream. It was my friend who died of breast cancer. In the dream, she knocked at my door and told me that she is the one who is going to fetch me, NGIIIIIIII. I looked for my mom and made sumbong that she is now getting me. NGIIIIIII.
Pinaysaamerika
More than a week ago, I saw in the news a special feature of a car accident where the lone survivor narrated that she saw her friends (they were drunk when the car was totaled) left her. She said she was shouting at them not to leave but then she could not believe that they could just easily get up and walked. All of them were inside the crashed vehicle.
It was only when she was saved that she realized it may have been the souls of her friends who stood up and walked away from the scene of the accident. Her friends died in the crash.
Second surgery
I will have my surgery tomorrow. The beauty of the new technology is that I did not have to go to the hospital for preop. They just referred to my medical records which I updated in their database. The phone call from the preop nurse was just meant for instructions.
Last night I have a dream. It was my friend who died of breast cancer. In the dream, she knocked at my door and told me that she is the one who is going to fetch me, NGIIIIIIII. I looked for my mom and made sumbong that she is now getting me. NGIIIIIII.
Pinaysaamerika
Monday, March 26, 2012
Highest Bidder
Dear insansapinas,
Lesson for the day:
The best time to buy real estate properties is during recession when foreclosures are left and right. The property that you can buy may be cheaper than your high-end car.
My friend was able to buy the house that cost almost a million dollars for half its price. He was the highest bidder. Houses in California before the subprime mortgage crisis averaged about US$500,000 for a two to three bedroom single detached house.
The flippers (those who buy foreclosed or damaged houses for as low as 50,000 US$ in some states and renovate them) make as much as more than 100 per cent profit.
Recession in the US does not necessarily affect all professionals. Filipinos have one or more houses in the US and a vacation or condo unit in the Philippines. Unlike in the Philippines, they can work at least two jobs. Just take a look at the remittance to the Philippines. Some experts are predicting that the remittances are going to be reduced considerable with the recession in the US but it did not happen.
Robles asked:
Kailangang maregaluhan ng appointment directories:
How long will it take to meet during courtesy call? If there are constraints in one day, can there be no possible rescheduling?
Pinaysaamerika
Lesson for the day:
The best time to buy real estate properties is during recession when foreclosures are left and right. The property that you can buy may be cheaper than your high-end car.
My friend was able to buy the house that cost almost a million dollars for half its price. He was the highest bidder. Houses in California before the subprime mortgage crisis averaged about US$500,000 for a two to three bedroom single detached house.
The flippers (those who buy foreclosed or damaged houses for as low as 50,000 US$ in some states and renovate them) make as much as more than 100 per cent profit.
Recession in the US does not necessarily affect all professionals. Filipinos have one or more houses in the US and a vacation or condo unit in the Philippines. Unlike in the Philippines, they can work at least two jobs. Just take a look at the remittance to the Philippines. Some experts are predicting that the remittances are going to be reduced considerable with the recession in the US but it did not happen.
Robles asked:
Can a physical therapist raising two children and drawing salary from a hospital afford a pricey condo ON TOP OF a three-bedroom house in Roseville, California almost at the same time?Oh yes. The physical therapist earns more per hour compared to nurses. The average annual salary is US$ 74,895 for entry level for eight hour work per day. The practice is that physical therapists work in more than one hospital or are sent by registries to rehab which needed estra PT. Even caregivers can afford to buy at least two houses in the US. The $ 245,000 condo is not pricey. With a down payment of $ 24,000, the monthly amortization may not even exceed 1,000 dollars a month. If it is rented out, then the condo is self-paying property. Buy a condo here in the Washington DC area.
Kailangang maregaluhan ng appointment directories:
Malacañang on Sunday denied it snubbed the head of the World Council of Churches, explaining that President Benigno Aquino III could not meet with the Protestant leader on Friday because of the state visit of the Amir of Kuwait.
Deputy presidential spokesperson Abigail Valte said the meeting between Mr. Aquino and the Rev. Dr. Olav Fykse Tveit, secretary general of the World Council of Churches, did not push through due to “scheduling constraints on both sides.”
How long will it take to meet during courtesy call? If there are constraints in one day, can there be no possible rescheduling?
Pinaysaamerika
Msitresses, Politics and Politica Dynasty
Dear insansapinas,
When I was growing up, (hindi rin tumaas) I often heard the adults in the family discussing about politics, politicians and their extramarital affairs. Imagine daw. Wala pang Google noon, wala pang maraming diyaryo pero siguro sa radyo naririnig. Doon ko nalaman ang isang hinahangaan na pulitiko na may daawang asawa, ang isang socialite na panay kasama sa travel ng isang mataas na opisyal ng bansa at iba pang kuwento. Hearsay your honor? Kaya nang makita ko ang article na ito, naalala ko ang mga conversations noon habang ako ay kumakain ng pandesal na ang palaman ay condensed milk. Yum.
I decided to copy and share this article written by Ramon Villegas for the Phiippine Daily Inquirer
source of this article: inquirer
Many of our perceptions and attitudes today about mistresses have deep roots in tradition and history.
Writing around 1604, the Jesuit Pedro Chirino observed, “…I suspect that the alliances formed by (Visayans) are not marriages, but rather the taking of concubines, considering the readiness with which they divorce and marry again, according to the custom of the country…”
The Spanish official Antonio de Morga, in his “Sucesos de las Islas Filipinas” (1609) and republished by Rizal with commentary, also observed that Filipino “…marriages were annulled and dissolved for slight cause,” upon the examination and judgement of the relatives of both parties, and of the elders.
But Morga points out that generally, Filipinos “…considered one woman whom they married, as the legitimate wife and the mistress of the house.” She was called the asawa (consort).
“Those whom they kept besides her they considered as friends. The children of the first were regarded as legitimate and whole heirs of their parents; the children of the others were not so regarded, and were left something by assignment, but they did not inherit.”
Fray Andres de San Nicolas, writing in 1664 of Cuyunon (of Palawan) and Kalaghans (of Surigao del Sur), noted that traditionally, “they had as many concubines as they could support.” That is, the first or legitimate wife headed the house, supervising the other women in household chores and productive enterprises (such as weaving). Polygamy was a way of expanding the alpha male’s labor force.
Spanish contact challenged the existing norms of gender relations. San Nicolas cited the case of Ynuc, the chief of Tandag (Surigao del Sur), who had 2,000 slaves. He was talked by the Recollect missionary into “sending all the concubines from his house, and marrying the first wife (in Christian rites, and thus bound by Spanish laws)…” aside from freeing all his slaves.
By no means was the moral campaign waged only on the natives. In his report to the Spanish king in 1577, Gov. Francisco de Sande reported how he was trying to improve the moral standing of his soldiers, outlining his measures against gambling, stealing, drinking, fighting and other forms of corruption, including concubinage. “It is desirable that the soldiers should always lead honest lives; but as they are young, and the women in this country are so many and so bad, it is more difficult to correct this evil…”
A colonial official, Hernando de los Rios Coronel, writing in 1620, reporting on the Manila-Acapulco galleons, noted that passengers and sailors took with them slave women who were their concubines (some of whom were sold, at great profit, in Mexico). De los Rios cited the case of “a certain prominent official who carried with him 15 of these women and some were delivered of children by him, while others were pregnant, which made a great scandal.”
In fact, in Europe, the Office of the Holy Inquisition was instituted to root out heresy (including witchcraft), but by the time Philip II had it established in Mexico (and by extension the Philippines) in 1570, its mission had become very different.
Bigamy
A document dated March 1, 1583, giving instructions for the resident commissioner of the Office of the Holy Inquisition in Manila, noted that the Inquisitor is “…expected to investigate various crimes, especially that of bigamy…” (among the Europeans in the colonies). The crime was proven by presenting evidence on the existence of the first wife at the time of the second marriage.
There were different rules for Chinese immigrants to the Philippines. There were strict limitations on the entry of Chinese women throughout most of the Spanish regime. Instead, they encouraged the conversion of Chinese men to Catholicism, and their marriage to Christian natives, despite already having wives in the mainland.
Their full-blooded sons would someday be permitted to migrate to the Philippines, to join their half-siblings by their Filipina stepmothers.
After their tours of duty in the colony, Spanish government officials usually left behind their Filipina wives or mistresses and half-caste children.
Many of the Caucasians who stayed till the day they died were members of the clergy. Writing in 1852, Sinibaldo de Mas pointed out “…one cannot exaggerate the harm that a goodly portion of the friars are doing, and the moral force that our government is losing because of the manner in which they are living. The most general weakness is that of concubinage. Many keep a mistress (called a stewardess or despensera), inside or outside the convent.”
But “…a fault 10 times more harmful than (adultery) is that of avarice, fed by the practice of trading. It is well-known that the mode of trading (in the Philippines) usually consists in usury, that is, in advancing money in order later to receive products in kind at a very low price…the minister, as soon as he becomes a speculator, thinks little or nothing of the means so long as they conduce to the increase of his capital.
“Sometimes, this vice is united with the first, and the stewardess or her husband—who is generally one of the servants of the convent, whom the friar has married to her, in order to save appearances—is in charge of gathering inventory, storehouses, shops, sales, etc.”
A specific case he mentioned was of a parish priest in Ilocos Norte, who controlled the indigo trade in his area over the years. The friar “boasted that he intended to take his P40,000” (equivalent to P60 million in buying power today) “…and enjoy life with a female companion…” It is therefore no wonder that some old fortunes in the country were founded on the wealth established by friar ancestors.
The above historical background is the setting for today’s perceptions and attitudes toward mistresses in the Philippines. Linguistic analysis also provides us with some clues on this social phenomenon.
‘Illicit caress’
Classical Tagalog terms for mistress or concubine are kalunya and kaagulo. The former is from the root word alunya, or “illicit caress.” Ka+alunya is someone you share illicit caresses with. There is also kaapid, and pakikiapid (“fornication”) from apid: “illicit coitus.”
In Bikol, mistresses are called kasaroan or sambay; in Ilokano, kamalala; in Kapampangan, sesay or lugud; in Maranao, sandil; in Cebuano, puyupuyo. In many other Philippine languages, “the other woman” is simply called babae, babaye, bii.
In Filipino-Spanish, the term usually used to refer to mistresses is querida (or kerida) derived from querer, which suggests that they are objects of love, affection, liking, fondness, desire. (A young girl is a chica, which became today’s slang “chicks”).
There are also the terms kulasisi and patiki, which are of colonial vintage. The first term is easily explainable: it refers to the small green parrot or parakeet, which became fashionable to keep in cages in the late 19th century; mistresses were compared to kept birds. Patiki is naughtier: it may refer to a sexual act where the female mimics the “bird (like kingfisher) that feeds on fish.”
Mistresses were young, pretty and more adept in pleasures of the flesh. But wives had to have unimpeachable morality, pedigree, education and property—qualifications which Josephine Bracken lacked.
Thus, Rizal’s mother and most of his siblings snubbed the half-caste from Hong Kong, who came to Dapitan as companion to a much older man she was not related to. She attempted to inherit from his estate, laying claim to Rizal’s library in Hong Kong which she could have liquidated quicker than any share in property due him.
Nevertheless, following Filipino custom, the Rizal family rebuffed her, despite Spanish claims that he married Bracken shortly before he was executed.
The 20th century saw the unabated practice of concubinage in Philippine society. In fact, under the rule of the more secular Americans, morals were viewed more liberally. American Caesars such as Gen. Douglas MacArthur was besotted with a stage actress, and Gov.Gen. Frank Murphy was linked to a socialite who wielded her influence well into the 1960s.
Adultery and concubinage increasingly became a function of power and in fact, to a large extent, became more and more socially acceptable. It is no secret that more Philippine presidents broke their vows of monogamy than kept them, and infidelity certainly did not affect—in fact, may have enhanced—voting numbers.
There are stories, such as those told by Jorge Vargas and Carlos Quirino, of their walking inadvertently into scenes of engagement in affairs other than of the state that would have embarrassed others, but which left Manuel L. Quezon unflustered. A successor not only played around but kept another family, giving his name to a son, and establishing a lineage that begat a beauty queen.
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