I must have looked ridiculous last night, doing exercises with my puny 3-kg dumbbells while watching other women lift weights that are more than double their own weight, but I was having too much fun from the absurdity of what I'm doing to care about appearing silly or think about anything else. It was already past midnight when the women's 58kg division weightlifting competition ended. Through it all, I was glued to the TV, sweaty and fascinated.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Had had enough of lying
Monday, July 30, 2012
Humans themselves are the source of good and evil, I thought. We must think for ourselves; We are responsible for our own morality. I arrived at the conclusion that I couldn't be honest with others unless I was honest with myself. I wanted to comply with the goals of religion, which are to be a better and more generous person, without suppressing my will and forcing it to obey inhuman rules. I would no longer lie, to myself or others. I had had enough of lying. I was no longer afraid of the Hereafter.
~ Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Infidel, 2008
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Fluency
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
If I could, I would have stayed at home and watched the Justice Secretary being interviewed live on TV for the position of
Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, but I have my own interview to
conduct so I had to hurry back to the office.
To say that she answered the questions of the Judicial and Bar Council
panel very well would be an understatement. I marvel at her articulateness, her
fluency, qualities I—as well as my applicants--regrettably lack. Propelled by my love of words and language, I
can’t help but admire people like the Justice Secretary who can verbalize their
thoughts as coherent as she did.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
I was trying to write then
Thursday, July 19, 2012
I was trying to write then and I found the
greatest difficulty, aside from knowing truly what you really felt, rather than
what you were supposed to feel, and had been taught to feel, was to put down
what really happened in action; what the actual things were which produced the
emotion that you experienced.
~ Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon, 1932
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
A Good Night's Sleep
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
There is something in that pillow-laden, slightly
sagging, dimly lit top bunk in my mother’s house that never fails to give me a
good night’s sleep. Whenever I spend the night, I immediately fall into a deep,
uninterrupted slumber and wake up with the suspicion that my siblings must have
again hidden the stairs that I use to climb down the bed, as they—full of playful
mischief--often do. With disguised merriment, I anticipate those pranks they
pull on me, just as much as I could count on that huge mug of taho (tofu yogurt) that my mother buys
for me from the neighborhood vendor every time I’m there. Whenever I sit in that sun-filled kitchen with
the delicious smell of morning cooking wafting through the air, chatting with
my mother and waiting for my siblings to wake up, I feel invigorated, as though
I could take on the world.
It must be the cool, fresh air blowing from
the corn fields that lulls me to sleep; or the comforting tightness of the
narrow bed weighed down by various stuffed animals and half a dozen pillows; or
sheer tiredness from trying to stay awake and refusing to let a wonderful day to end; or it must be the soothing clasp of family that always makes for a good
night’s sleep.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Kaunti na Lang
Monday, July 16, 2012
May mga pagkakataong nasasabi ko na lang sa kanya, “kunin mo na ako dito,” gamit ang tinig na tila nagsusumamo o nagpapasaklolo. Ito man ay dala ng kahinaan o ng matinding kalungkutan, ang tanging nais ko ay makasama siya kahit panandalian lamang. Nakakainip ang maghintay, ngunit nakakatuwa ring isipin na malapit na, kaunti na lang.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
the reins of life slipped from his hands
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
He felt utterly, utterly overcome - as if he didn't care what became of him any further. He didn't care whether he were hit by a bomb, or whether he himself threw the next bomb, and hit somebody. He just didn't care anymore about anything in life or death. It was as if the reins of life slipped from his hands, and he would let everything run where it would, so long as it did run.
~ Aaron's Rod, D.H. Lawrence, 1922
Monday, July 9, 2012
West to Midwest
Monday, July 9, 2012
Searching for a house, our house, has proven to be truly heartbreaking. For the second time, we’ve lost that property we thought was already ours. Who would have known that by missing to tick a box you would lose a house? It sounds trivial and arbitrary, but it’s exactly what happened. The listing agent failed to put an X mark on one of the boxes in the document. It lead to the bid being cancelled and dashed hopes on our part. We tried to submit another offer, but they’ve awarded it to the next in line.
Pinning our hopes on the overly volatile housing market of Las Vegas, we realized, is a terrible idea. And so we decided to expand our search towards the Midwest. I would have wanted to live in an area where it’s warm, where there’s a sizeable Filipino community, where the mountains are just a short drive away. But I can trade all of those for a place where I can jog along the lake, grow a flower and vegetable garden in my backyard, walk to the library whenever I want and be with the man I love.
And so the hunt continues. May luck be on our side this time.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Pick-me-up
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
The last time he called me at work was to tell me that he just
jumped on a plane bound for Manila and is waiting for me to get home. It was such
a delightful surprise that I could hardly contain my glee. I rushed home, and
we spent the holidays together. This
morning when he called I can’t help but ask if—or wish that—he’s back in the Philippines.
Sadly, he is not, but the call itself made my day. For solitary souls like me, a
simple phone call works like a pick-me-up.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Coated With Slime
Monday, July 2, 2012
How do you deal with people who are in the habit of making pronouncements
that are at once grandiose and vacuous? They often say things that are meant to
make you feel good but lack the sincerity to pull it off. When every utterance
is tinted with posturing and affectation, can you still get through to what
they really want to say? When you look at them and see their smiles coated with slime, how do you suppress the disgust from showing on your face? Or should you?
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