I’m always wary about talking about my spirituality. In fact, it makes me uneasy about being called, “religious.” Because, I feel there’s just a lot of expectations connoted with the term. And no one knows better than I do, that I’m far from being a saint. Bah, if I think of all my shortcomings, the not-so-good attitudes that I have, the mistakes I’ve committed, it’s enough to make me want to run for cover out of shame. So most definitely, I am far from being “religious.”
If anything though, I am most certain about my love for my God. I know I stumble every now and then. I know time and again I fail to live a most “upright,” “blemish-free” life but the fire I feel for Him who makes all things beautiful is something that I always have in my heart. The intensity may vary at times – sometimes it diminishes when I’m so engrossed with all the other aspects of my life – but it is always there.
After what I’ve been through the past months, I found myself seeking that which I know would give me strength. So I clung to Him, with all intensity that has seemed to waver as I become too preoccupied with being a good wife and a good mother.
I guess becoming a parent (and a wife) overwhelmed me a bit. There are just far too many things that needed to be done. I found myself groping with all the responsibilities that I suddenly had to contend with. Suddenly, I have to stop thinking about myself alone, what I want to do and what I want to do with my time. All of a sudden, there’s this tiny being that needed my time and attention – 24/7. There hardly is time for anything else. And on top of that there’s trying to adjust to living with another person who has different set of values, priorities, preferences. Really, being married is like having to deal with the littlest detail – arguing about having the lights on or off at bedtime – to the bigger stuff such as deciding on whether to get Baby an educational plan or not…
So I guess amidst all of that I had unwittingly (and unwillingly) set aside my time for my spiritual life. Oh, Bolo and I still go to church. Al though I must admit there are times we had to argue about it (which usually breaks my heart). It’s a good thing that now he is showing more inclination towards it and even is the first to urge me to go sometimes. But I guess what I missed the most was my time for my community. I had stopped going to prayer meetings. I missed the opportunity it gives me to really have that connection… to reestablish the relationship…It’s like having a long-distance relationship. You feel the love but somehow the intensity is not that strong for the lack of real good “bonding” that being together physically brings…
Lately though, I’ve been listening to my old CDs. Even at work, the playlist I play in my youtube account is that of my “gospel” collection. It helped. Somehow, it made me stronger… Now, I’m realizing why I missed going to the prayer meetings so much. Listening to the songs, slowly I begin to have the right priorities again… Little by little, I feel as if my life again has some kind of direction. I’m not saying that it had no direction ever since I got married. What I’m trying to say is that the songs reminded me of the things that should come first in my life… of what really matters… I guess it’s really different if you have faith to cling to… Somehow, no matter how difficult things are, they’re a lot easier to bear…
And one also sees thing differently… like now I don’t have to worry much about whether or not I’m being a good Mom. That thought alone is enough to make me crazy. In my wanting everything to be best for my son, the whole thing almost becomes an obsession. It obliterates everything…
But having faith, I know that I could only do so much. Now, I’m relearning how it is to take my life by the reigns again… being in control of it.., but not being overly obsessed about it… Because, I know not everything is in my control… There is a God who is doing his work on me everyday… helping me become the “best” person I could be… and Who have taught me time and again He makes all things beautiful.. only if we let Him or be aware enough to acknowledge that…
Below is one of my favorite songs…It’s a favorite because it reminds me of what really matters in the end… And with that in mind, I should conduct my life accordingly… I chatted with a friend earlier. We’re discussing about the dilemma she’s in. It’s difficult having to tell someone how to live their lives. I don’t. I always believe the choice is ours to make alone. Because in the end it is always between you and yourself and/or your God if you’re a spiritual person…
I did not tell her what she should do with her life. In the first place I don’t think I ever have the authority to do so at all nor the wisdom to direct her to the right decisions to make… I shared with her, instead, my thoughts on how I want to be when I’m old and grey. I told her I’ve seen far too many people who grows old bitter and angry at the world and having far too many regrets… I told her I want to be like those other people who grows old gracefully…
The last thing I’d want to do is to be gray and old and wish I have done things differently. That is why I try to be careful with what I do… in making decisions… in choosing. Sometimes, no matter how difficult it is, I try to choose to handle the souls around me with kindness… even if they’ve been unkind to me… Because I’ve learned time and again that in the end, it’s really kindness that pays… and stays… The angry words, the bitterness, they linger but they’re such heavy companions to lug around with…
But by God, I still have a long way to go where that is concerned… I have my temper too and more often than not I still manage to hurt the other people in my life with my sharp tongue and temper… Ironically, those people that really matter… So, I’m still working on that…
I want to grow old knowing I'm happy with the choices I've made even if other people may tell me differently... After all, when everything's beenn said and done... nothing really matters but how well you lived your life and how well you loved the persons you have come in contact with in your life... So help me, God...
When It's All Been Said and Done
By: Don Moen
Why do we do what we do?
It should be out of motivation of love...
Not of hidden agenda..
Because that's what really matters...
When it's all been said and done
There is just one thing that matters
Did I do my best to live for truth
Did I live my life for you
When it's all been said and done
All my treasures will mean nothing
Only what I've done for loves reward
Will stand the test of time..
Lord your mercy is so great
that you look beyond our weakness..
And find purest gold in miry clay
Turning sinners into saints..
I will always sing your praise
Here on earth and ever after
For you've shown me heaven's my true hope
When it's all been said and done,
You're my life when life is gone...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Another Long Weekend (Of Baby, Pasta and HP 7)
Monday of last week, we had a holiday. I was supposed to attend a seminar of sorts but Mama was like informing me every chance she gets that she’s going to spend the day at our Empress home. I got the hint. So Bolo, Baby and I went with Mama and Janin.
The thought of the long and nice driveway at the entrance of the subdivision made Bolo and I decide to bring our rubber shoes along to do some jogging. We’ve been doing that regularly when we still used to live there and every time we spend a day there. Below are some of the shots we had of Baby and Janin imitating Bolo and I as we are doing our stretching in preparation for the actual jog. They looked really cute and I was greatly amused at Baby and his being quick at imitating whatever we do. I love the smirk on his face as well. He’s really growing up so fast – his personality evolving along with his physical growth. And it’s both alarming and amusing to note a tendency in him to be really naughty and such a tease.
Well, he's definitely such a tease. These days, we usually would have to play “catch-me-if-you-can” every time I have to bring him downstairs. Sometimes he would race with me towards the stairs only to hold back on the last minute and ran back inside. I must admit that sometimes it could pretty be exasperating especially when I’m in a hurry but most of the time it just amuses me to see Baby in this light. It’s giving me a hint as to what he’s turning out to be as a person.
Yesterday, we had another Mondaly-holiday. So how did I spend the weekend? Well, I spent it with Baby, cooking pasta and finishing the seventh and last installation of Harry Potter in one sitting.
Pasta. Bolo and I came across an instant “Pesto Mix” while buying some stuff at the grocery. I make our own Pesto sauce and I’ve been wanting to make one for some time. Only there really is not enough time for me to do that. So being presented with an easier alternative, I decided to give it a shot. I had my doubts though, thinking it might not be as good as the real thing. The more I got disappointed when I reached home and noted it contained “MSG.” Oh well.
We bought half-a-kilo of pasta since I’ve also been intending to do a spicy tuna version. I’ve been craving it for some time. So I divided the pasta into half – made one with the tuna and another with the pesto mix. Both turned out well, by the way. And yet, I’d still say my pesto tastes a lot better than the instant one hehehehe. For one, the mix did not have any pine nuts in it. It’s still almost the real thing though since olive oil is also added in the preparation of the sauce.
Harry Potter 7. Finally, I was able to read it. A week ago, Ate’s box arrived and imagine my delight to have found a copy of the “Half-Blood Prince.” I had the electronic copy of the same and was able to read it before the book version literally flooded the market. Still, it was pretty nice being able to leaf through the hardbound version with the “smell” of the crisp, clean pages leaping at me. Yeah, I’m that agog about books so pardon my being a little melodramatic where that is concerned.
Well, I just think there’s really a big difference about reading while you held the book, get to leaf through its pages and be able to “smell” the newness (or oldness for that matter) of the paper. To me, it’s enjoying the experience in its entirety, so unlike having to peer through a monitor in front of you. (I did that though with HP 6 hehehe I couldn’t wait for the real book to be available. ) It’s like comparing learning about a recipe by actually cooking it than by just surfing through the net. Another comparison comes to mind at the moment but the thought of my 14-year old niece reading my blog somewhat restrains me hehehe. And besides, I had yet to ask Jeni if the “comparison” is appropriate. Err… she would have to “enlighten” me about it yet as I have no first-hand knowledge of the same har-har-har… hint, hint ;) Love you, Jen.
Anyway, when Jeni and Candy “tried” to talk about HP 7 in front of me, I was like throwing my hands to my ears. I’ve been tempted to throw away Php 1,200 for a copy but both told me to just borrow. I’m thinking, Tunga will probably buy a copy anyway so it’s more practical that way.
And finally, last weekend, I was able to borrow Jeni’s copy. So there. It was a good read. It’s a good book but growing up being a hardcore “Lord of the Rings” fan somewhat dampens its appeal to me. Don’t get me wrong though. I’m still very much crazy about HP. But to me, the “Rings” are still a lot more…grand and dramatic… Although, I’m equally fond of the characters of both books.
So there, that was how I spent my weekend. I was so engrossed with the book that by night time I wanted to do nothing but sleep. I felt really bad leaving Bolo to his packing. I apologized and told him how bad I felt about not being able to help him pack. He laughed off my concern though and told me he understands and that he’s okay about doing it himself. Twice though he had to wake me up just to ask where his hydropack was so I stood up and located it in an instant. He was like turning the whole house upside down already looking for it when it was just where I first told him to look. Really, what will husbands do without their “highly” organized wives? Right, Kends? hehehe
Bolo’s in Gen. San now. He’s with Pastour for an adventure race they will be participating in as guests. It’s in lined with the city’s “Tuna Festival.” We did not get to talk much last night since I slept early and he was busy packing. So this morning we were like reluctant to let each other go. I had to point out to him certain details about how he packed his stuff that twice he turned to me in gratitude. He hugged me quite a number of times before he reluctantly moved towards the door. It’s funny really how we could get emotional about being apart and at the same time get into each other’s hair when we’re together hehehe I think that’s how things really are in marriage…
Good luck B, hope you’ll enjoy your trip. Do take good care of yourself. Pray for your safety always. Will be praying too. Don’t worry about Baby, ‘will be taking care of him real good and I’m keeping a close eye on the new yaya… ‘love you.
The thought of the long and nice driveway at the entrance of the subdivision made Bolo and I decide to bring our rubber shoes along to do some jogging. We’ve been doing that regularly when we still used to live there and every time we spend a day there. Below are some of the shots we had of Baby and Janin imitating Bolo and I as we are doing our stretching in preparation for the actual jog. They looked really cute and I was greatly amused at Baby and his being quick at imitating whatever we do. I love the smirk on his face as well. He’s really growing up so fast – his personality evolving along with his physical growth. And it’s both alarming and amusing to note a tendency in him to be really naughty and such a tease.
Well, he's definitely such a tease. These days, we usually would have to play “catch-me-if-you-can” every time I have to bring him downstairs. Sometimes he would race with me towards the stairs only to hold back on the last minute and ran back inside. I must admit that sometimes it could pretty be exasperating especially when I’m in a hurry but most of the time it just amuses me to see Baby in this light. It’s giving me a hint as to what he’s turning out to be as a person.
Yesterday, we had another Mondaly-holiday. So how did I spend the weekend? Well, I spent it with Baby, cooking pasta and finishing the seventh and last installation of Harry Potter in one sitting.
Pasta. Bolo and I came across an instant “Pesto Mix” while buying some stuff at the grocery. I make our own Pesto sauce and I’ve been wanting to make one for some time. Only there really is not enough time for me to do that. So being presented with an easier alternative, I decided to give it a shot. I had my doubts though, thinking it might not be as good as the real thing. The more I got disappointed when I reached home and noted it contained “MSG.” Oh well.
We bought half-a-kilo of pasta since I’ve also been intending to do a spicy tuna version. I’ve been craving it for some time. So I divided the pasta into half – made one with the tuna and another with the pesto mix. Both turned out well, by the way. And yet, I’d still say my pesto tastes a lot better than the instant one hehehehe. For one, the mix did not have any pine nuts in it. It’s still almost the real thing though since olive oil is also added in the preparation of the sauce.
Harry Potter 7. Finally, I was able to read it. A week ago, Ate’s box arrived and imagine my delight to have found a copy of the “Half-Blood Prince.” I had the electronic copy of the same and was able to read it before the book version literally flooded the market. Still, it was pretty nice being able to leaf through the hardbound version with the “smell” of the crisp, clean pages leaping at me. Yeah, I’m that agog about books so pardon my being a little melodramatic where that is concerned.
Well, I just think there’s really a big difference about reading while you held the book, get to leaf through its pages and be able to “smell” the newness (or oldness for that matter) of the paper. To me, it’s enjoying the experience in its entirety, so unlike having to peer through a monitor in front of you. (I did that though with HP 6 hehehe I couldn’t wait for the real book to be available. ) It’s like comparing learning about a recipe by actually cooking it than by just surfing through the net. Another comparison comes to mind at the moment but the thought of my 14-year old niece reading my blog somewhat restrains me hehehe. And besides, I had yet to ask Jeni if the “comparison” is appropriate. Err… she would have to “enlighten” me about it yet as I have no first-hand knowledge of the same har-har-har… hint, hint ;) Love you, Jen.
Anyway, when Jeni and Candy “tried” to talk about HP 7 in front of me, I was like throwing my hands to my ears. I’ve been tempted to throw away Php 1,200 for a copy but both told me to just borrow. I’m thinking, Tunga will probably buy a copy anyway so it’s more practical that way.
And finally, last weekend, I was able to borrow Jeni’s copy. So there. It was a good read. It’s a good book but growing up being a hardcore “Lord of the Rings” fan somewhat dampens its appeal to me. Don’t get me wrong though. I’m still very much crazy about HP. But to me, the “Rings” are still a lot more…grand and dramatic… Although, I’m equally fond of the characters of both books.
So there, that was how I spent my weekend. I was so engrossed with the book that by night time I wanted to do nothing but sleep. I felt really bad leaving Bolo to his packing. I apologized and told him how bad I felt about not being able to help him pack. He laughed off my concern though and told me he understands and that he’s okay about doing it himself. Twice though he had to wake me up just to ask where his hydropack was so I stood up and located it in an instant. He was like turning the whole house upside down already looking for it when it was just where I first told him to look. Really, what will husbands do without their “highly” organized wives? Right, Kends? hehehe
Bolo’s in Gen. San now. He’s with Pastour for an adventure race they will be participating in as guests. It’s in lined with the city’s “Tuna Festival.” We did not get to talk much last night since I slept early and he was busy packing. So this morning we were like reluctant to let each other go. I had to point out to him certain details about how he packed his stuff that twice he turned to me in gratitude. He hugged me quite a number of times before he reluctantly moved towards the door. It’s funny really how we could get emotional about being apart and at the same time get into each other’s hair when we’re together hehehe I think that’s how things really are in marriage…
Good luck B, hope you’ll enjoy your trip. Do take good care of yourself. Pray for your safety always. Will be praying too. Don’t worry about Baby, ‘will be taking care of him real good and I’m keeping a close eye on the new yaya… ‘love you.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Long Weekend
"Tita, I think, when Baby grows up, he's going to be the happiest man in the world!" China, Candy's eldest and really cute daughter quips at me. I smiled at her and asked, "Why?" She quickly responded -- "Because he is always smiling!"
That brief exchange certainly placed a smile on my face for the rest of the evening and everytime I'd remember the conversation. The kids had just spent the whole late afternoon and night together then. And looking back, it seemed that they were having so much fun together, Baby included.
It was a long weekend -- we had a Friday holiday because of the Kadayawan celebration and a Monday off, in remembrance of Ninoy Aquino's death. So by Thursday night, I was urging Candy to go watch a movie with me. We've been wanting to watch HP but never gotten around to doing it. But on the last minute Jeni texted and urged us to have pizza and pasta instead.
La Toscana is always a welcome treat. So we had a change of plans and enjoyed two kinds of pasta -- my favorite, Arrabiata and Pomodoro. We also sampled 2 kinds of pizza, one being Marinara with crab meat and shrimps on it which was really good :) At first there was just Candy, Jeni, Towi and I. Later on Bolo joined us just as the second pizza was served. Archie also arrived but just when we were about to go already.We started a conversation over pizza -- initiated by Jeni about certain "arrangements" in her life. Owing to the fact that there is still so much to talk about and with Archie not able to enjoy the pizza at all, we decided to move the "rendezvouz" elsewhere.
And so we did. We moved to MTS and things started to become really interesting owing to a confusion brought about by a certain "5 + 1" promo they are having there. Right Kends? Wink, wink haha! Interesting indeed. The whole time, I was like kicking Bolo under the table and pinching him at his side hehehe But everything evened out when Jeni arrived after taking Towi home. The conversation miraculously turned sober and funny once again. Well, it also helped that Bolo's tongue seemed to have loosen up a bit after two bottles of...err...redhorse. So he was like making remarks and me trying my best to cover up what he just said hehehe It was fun though :) But I think what really eased the tension then was the chocolate oatmeal fudge bar that miraculously appeared at our table hehehe
Friday was the greatest though. By 5 PM, Candy, Jeni and I met for an "Ukay" rendezvouz. We've talked about it before and so owing to the free time, we finally managed to do it. When Candy informed me she was tagging along her two daughters, I was like wondering if she could manage that fine. It turned out I was the one who had difficulty trying to keep my "kiti-kiti" one-year old from being all over the place. But I certainly enjoyed seeing him having so much fun. Below are some of the pix we had with the kids playing around while we Moms are busy going through some "ukay goodies."
After a few finds, we opted to go to Victoria Plaza to continue our Ukay hunt and to meet up with Bolo who was manning a wall and a scooter activity area at the carpark. It was an Edge activity in coordination with Coca-Cola for the Kadayawan festivities. Anyway, we rode the jeep in going there. The whole ride saw China and Asia taking turns singing some of their songs from school. Baby was singing along too and showed off some of the "action" songs he knew. It felt pretty much like we were on a field trip something hehehe I was afraid that some of the passengers found us a bit noisy for comfort but we could see them smiling, obviously finding the kids' whole tirade cute. Well, who wouldn't? They're all cute kids haha! Spoken like a real Mom huh? :)
At one point Candy and I discussed how different our lives have become now. If before there used to be just us going around, now we have our little ones in tow which is cute really. It's fun watching our kids grow up and witnessing their own personalities evolving and taking shape right before our very eyes. I feel blessed that we have some opportunities to share experiences such as this with each other. It's good to note that the friendship we have shared in college extended to this very day and to our little ones as well. I hope these kids will grow up to be friends as well :)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Baby's First Fun Run
Since 2003, I've consistently participated in the Jollibee Family Fun Runs that is usually held every summer. I have t-shirts at home to prove it. I missed the 2006 run though since at that time I had just given birth to Baby and breastfeeding so I hardly could just flit off as I pleased.
I think that's ok though. I did not feel bad at all having missed it last year. At that time -- even now -- Baby always comes first :) But this year's run however, more than made up for it. Because, this year, it had truly become a "family" run for me. Baby ran along with me.
Err... I correct myself, I ran the full 3K length with Baby in my arms. Imagine that. By the time I covered the 1.5 K, my legs were groaning in protest haha! I fear an attack of the cramps. I'm afraid I might hurt myself and Baby as well. But, nothing of the sort happened. It was pretty tiring for my part though but I sure had fun.
Carrying Baby. Yeah, when we registered for the run, I was thinking I would allow Baby to run for a while only since I wouldn't want him really tired and stressed from the race. After all, we are only trying to expose Baby to the activity and not make a champion baby runner out of him. That, wouldn't be fun. It would be exploitation. Anyway, in the actual race however, Baby refuse to even let go of me. I think the crowd overwhelmed him. So I hugged him real close to me and pointed out to him some of the toddlers who were very happily running along. Some displayed signs of being tired though :)
Bolo and I had been really looking forward to this event. Last March, thinking the run would also be staged then, we even called up Jollibee when no announcements were being made. We were that eager to participate. We were actually looking forward to making it a big family event.
Bolo was so enthusiastic he would continuously urge me to ask when the run is going to be. He told me he had to know so he could still find the time to practice and to work out since it wouldn't be easy carrying a 10-kilo baby while running. Always the competitive, he said he had to be in real good shape for him and Baby to win hehehe Well, he did win before, that one time he ran with me. He placed third in the 5k male category, which is really something. I'm pretty sure he wanted to win again with Baby this time.
Ironically, he was not anywhere around us during the actual event. He had a prior commitment. He had to be at the climbathon activity EDGE was staging at Samal. He was urging me not to join. He said he worries about not being there lest something untoward might happen. But I was adamant about joining. We've been looking forward to it for so long. While it's very disappointing that it won't be as we first pictured it to be -- him racing with Baby in his arms and most likely winning -- I was serious about exposing Baby this early on. Especially now that he so particularly love to run about.
To prove further how competetive Bolo is, the night before the run, he texted me wishing Baby and I luck and his hopes that we would win :p And we did make a good time -- 34:45 -- which is not bad considering I had to carry baby most of the way. We received a card at the end of the race, our numbers and time were noted. However, Baby and I did not wait for the awarding anymore. We waited for a while but the whole affair took so long... And Baby...errr... did his "every-morning-thing" hehehe Luckily, the CR of the mall was already open so I managed to clean him up enough to make him eager to run about again, always urging me to go up the stage where the Jollibee mascot was :)
Anyway, it was truly a fun race. I love having Baby along despite making it extra hard for me. I'm looking forward to more of the same... Hopefully Bolo could get to join us next year. God willing... :)
I think that's ok though. I did not feel bad at all having missed it last year. At that time -- even now -- Baby always comes first :) But this year's run however, more than made up for it. Because, this year, it had truly become a "family" run for me. Baby ran along with me.
Err... I correct myself, I ran the full 3K length with Baby in my arms. Imagine that. By the time I covered the 1.5 K, my legs were groaning in protest haha! I fear an attack of the cramps. I'm afraid I might hurt myself and Baby as well. But, nothing of the sort happened. It was pretty tiring for my part though but I sure had fun.
Carrying Baby. Yeah, when we registered for the run, I was thinking I would allow Baby to run for a while only since I wouldn't want him really tired and stressed from the race. After all, we are only trying to expose Baby to the activity and not make a champion baby runner out of him. That, wouldn't be fun. It would be exploitation. Anyway, in the actual race however, Baby refuse to even let go of me. I think the crowd overwhelmed him. So I hugged him real close to me and pointed out to him some of the toddlers who were very happily running along. Some displayed signs of being tired though :)
Bolo and I had been really looking forward to this event. Last March, thinking the run would also be staged then, we even called up Jollibee when no announcements were being made. We were that eager to participate. We were actually looking forward to making it a big family event.
Bolo was so enthusiastic he would continuously urge me to ask when the run is going to be. He told me he had to know so he could still find the time to practice and to work out since it wouldn't be easy carrying a 10-kilo baby while running. Always the competitive, he said he had to be in real good shape for him and Baby to win hehehe Well, he did win before, that one time he ran with me. He placed third in the 5k male category, which is really something. I'm pretty sure he wanted to win again with Baby this time.
Ironically, he was not anywhere around us during the actual event. He had a prior commitment. He had to be at the climbathon activity EDGE was staging at Samal. He was urging me not to join. He said he worries about not being there lest something untoward might happen. But I was adamant about joining. We've been looking forward to it for so long. While it's very disappointing that it won't be as we first pictured it to be -- him racing with Baby in his arms and most likely winning -- I was serious about exposing Baby this early on. Especially now that he so particularly love to run about.
To prove further how competetive Bolo is, the night before the run, he texted me wishing Baby and I luck and his hopes that we would win :p And we did make a good time -- 34:45 -- which is not bad considering I had to carry baby most of the way. We received a card at the end of the race, our numbers and time were noted. However, Baby and I did not wait for the awarding anymore. We waited for a while but the whole affair took so long... And Baby...errr... did his "every-morning-thing" hehehe Luckily, the CR of the mall was already open so I managed to clean him up enough to make him eager to run about again, always urging me to go up the stage where the Jollibee mascot was :)
Anyway, it was truly a fun race. I love having Baby along despite making it extra hard for me. I'm looking forward to more of the same... Hopefully Bolo could get to join us next year. God willing... :)
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Vegetarian Demo Cooking
The first time BK had a vegetarian demo cooking -- sometime last April -- Bolo and I both attended it. It turned out so well. Personally, I was very much appreciative of the fact that Bolo and I were in it together.
I've been attending BK activities, on and off, for the past five years. I took lessons four years ago too but never really came to finishing the advance courses. Work travels and eventually getting married and having Baby took its toll on me and my having time for myself.
I've been urging Bolo to join me in some of the activities but he was always dubious about attending. His excuse had always been that he is shy about talking in front of a lot of people. When I raised my brows at him, he pointed out there is a difference between being funny and jolly in an equally loud crowd; and sharing one's thoughts amidst a group of "serious" people.
But I was truly glad he joined me in the demo cooking then. Well, I must admit, he only said yes when I told him there wouldn't be any sharing taking place and that we'll only be there to learn about cooking. But really, he and I both love to cook, and learning new vegetarian dishes is always a welcome experience. So it did not took much cajoling for my part.
That time, we learned how to cook pakora, baked sayote, and vegetarian kare-kare. Pakora was simply sumptuous. Bolo however, took a liking to the baked sayote... The kare-kare was also delicious but we were not as excited as we do cook kare-kare at home.
A sharing did took place after we had our feast that followed the demo-cooking. We were asked to pick a "blessing" from a deck of cards and to read it aloud in front of the group. I was like giggling inside when Bolo threw me a horrified look. The funny thing was he was quick at choosing the front row thinking we would only be meditating. So it turned out he would have to read first. And as if the fates were playing a joke on him, he picked a blessing that has a very looooong description hehehe I certainly took pity on him and almost volunteered to read it for him hehe But he managed real fine. When we were out of the center though he was like poking me big time and accused me of lying about there being no "sharing." I told him I didn't know there was going to be any afterwards. Jeni, who also attended the session, was laughing at us big time. But she commended Bolo and assured him he did fine. All in all, it was a pleasant experience, something I will always remember with fondness.
Last Saturday -- August 11 -- there was another demo cooking. Bolo had to be at Samal for a climbathon activity. Candy, whom I had already invited to a previous BK activity, came with me. Jeni had a prior commitment too so she wasn't able to join us. But Candy and I were really excited about the activity and I was really glad I did not have to convince her to come with me. Well, Candy had always been a self-confessed "carnivorous." I think in her past life she used to be a lioness, what with her temper and all... hehehe joke! :)'Love you, Kends :)
It was again a pleasant experience with no less than Ms. Mila Teves teaching us along with Sister Shanti. Dishes prepared in that session were -- (1) Tofu Teriyake, (2) Sweet and Sour Tofu (Vinegarless), (3) Embutido, and (4) Spicy Eggplant.
The spicy eggplant was a winner so is the teriyake but I was excited about learning the S/s Tofu since it was prepared the natural way, without using any vinegar. And I might add it tasted so good too. Well, all four dishes were great, as expected. Recipes are as follows:
Tofu Teriyake
Ingredients:
Salabat
Brown Sugar
Soy Sauce (Coconut brand)
1/2 kilo Tofu
cornstarch
For garnish:
Sesame seeds
Mongo sprouts
parsley
Procedure:
1. Fry tofu and set aside.
2. For the teriyake sauce, pour 1 1/2 cup of water in a pan; Add 3 tbsp salabat, 1/4 cup soy sauce, 1 tsp salt, 3 tbsp brown sugar, and 3 tbsp cornstarch dissolved in water.
3. Cook sauce over low fire until it thickens.
4. Pour sauce over fried tofu.
5. Sprinkled with toasted sesame seeds.
6. Garnish with steamed mongo sprouts and a sprig of parsley.
S/s Tofu
Ingredients:
Ginger, red and green bell pepper, turnips, fresh tomatoes, green papaya, pineapple chunks, carrots, brown sugar, and cashew nuts
Procedure:
1. Slice tofu into strips (fish fillet cut)
2. Pour 1 1/2 cup of water in a pan
3. Add ginger strips, tomatoes, pineapple, 1 tsp salt, 3 tbsp. brown sugar.
4. Add the carrots, turnips, bell peppers and 2 1/2 tsp. cornstarch dissolved in 1/4 cup water.
5. Top with unsalted cashew nuts
Vegetarian Embutido
Ingredients:
Boiled Saba (grated), Magic Meat Flakes, pickle relish, vegetarian sausage, tomato sauce, red bell pepper - boiled and scraped from skin, salt, sugar, black pepper, cheese pimiento
Procedure:
Mix all ingredients. Roll in foil and steam for 30 minutes. Refrigerate overnight for best results.
Spicy Eggplant
Ingredients:
Eggplant, oil, ginger, siling labuyo, mustard seed powder, lemon, sugar, soy sauce, cornstarch, salt.
Procedure:
1. Peel eggplant
2. Slice in strips (quarters)
3. Fry in oil
Sauce:
1. Sautee ginger
2. Add chilies, mustard seed powder, lemon, sugar, soy sauce, cornstarch and salt to taste
3. Pour on top of fried eggplant
I've been attending BK activities, on and off, for the past five years. I took lessons four years ago too but never really came to finishing the advance courses. Work travels and eventually getting married and having Baby took its toll on me and my having time for myself.
I've been urging Bolo to join me in some of the activities but he was always dubious about attending. His excuse had always been that he is shy about talking in front of a lot of people. When I raised my brows at him, he pointed out there is a difference between being funny and jolly in an equally loud crowd; and sharing one's thoughts amidst a group of "serious" people.
But I was truly glad he joined me in the demo cooking then. Well, I must admit, he only said yes when I told him there wouldn't be any sharing taking place and that we'll only be there to learn about cooking. But really, he and I both love to cook, and learning new vegetarian dishes is always a welcome experience. So it did not took much cajoling for my part.
That time, we learned how to cook pakora, baked sayote, and vegetarian kare-kare. Pakora was simply sumptuous. Bolo however, took a liking to the baked sayote... The kare-kare was also delicious but we were not as excited as we do cook kare-kare at home.
A sharing did took place after we had our feast that followed the demo-cooking. We were asked to pick a "blessing" from a deck of cards and to read it aloud in front of the group. I was like giggling inside when Bolo threw me a horrified look. The funny thing was he was quick at choosing the front row thinking we would only be meditating. So it turned out he would have to read first. And as if the fates were playing a joke on him, he picked a blessing that has a very looooong description hehehe I certainly took pity on him and almost volunteered to read it for him hehe But he managed real fine. When we were out of the center though he was like poking me big time and accused me of lying about there being no "sharing." I told him I didn't know there was going to be any afterwards. Jeni, who also attended the session, was laughing at us big time. But she commended Bolo and assured him he did fine. All in all, it was a pleasant experience, something I will always remember with fondness.
Last Saturday -- August 11 -- there was another demo cooking. Bolo had to be at Samal for a climbathon activity. Candy, whom I had already invited to a previous BK activity, came with me. Jeni had a prior commitment too so she wasn't able to join us. But Candy and I were really excited about the activity and I was really glad I did not have to convince her to come with me. Well, Candy had always been a self-confessed "carnivorous." I think in her past life she used to be a lioness, what with her temper and all... hehehe joke! :)'Love you, Kends :)
It was again a pleasant experience with no less than Ms. Mila Teves teaching us along with Sister Shanti. Dishes prepared in that session were -- (1) Tofu Teriyake, (2) Sweet and Sour Tofu (Vinegarless), (3) Embutido, and (4) Spicy Eggplant.
The spicy eggplant was a winner so is the teriyake but I was excited about learning the S/s Tofu since it was prepared the natural way, without using any vinegar. And I might add it tasted so good too. Well, all four dishes were great, as expected. Recipes are as follows:
Tofu Teriyake
Ingredients:
Salabat
Brown Sugar
Soy Sauce (Coconut brand)
1/2 kilo Tofu
cornstarch
For garnish:
Sesame seeds
Mongo sprouts
parsley
Procedure:
1. Fry tofu and set aside.
2. For the teriyake sauce, pour 1 1/2 cup of water in a pan; Add 3 tbsp salabat, 1/4 cup soy sauce, 1 tsp salt, 3 tbsp brown sugar, and 3 tbsp cornstarch dissolved in water.
3. Cook sauce over low fire until it thickens.
4. Pour sauce over fried tofu.
5. Sprinkled with toasted sesame seeds.
6. Garnish with steamed mongo sprouts and a sprig of parsley.
S/s Tofu
Ingredients:
Ginger, red and green bell pepper, turnips, fresh tomatoes, green papaya, pineapple chunks, carrots, brown sugar, and cashew nuts
Procedure:
1. Slice tofu into strips (fish fillet cut)
2. Pour 1 1/2 cup of water in a pan
3. Add ginger strips, tomatoes, pineapple, 1 tsp salt, 3 tbsp. brown sugar.
4. Add the carrots, turnips, bell peppers and 2 1/2 tsp. cornstarch dissolved in 1/4 cup water.
5. Top with unsalted cashew nuts
Vegetarian Embutido
Ingredients:
Boiled Saba (grated), Magic Meat Flakes, pickle relish, vegetarian sausage, tomato sauce, red bell pepper - boiled and scraped from skin, salt, sugar, black pepper, cheese pimiento
Procedure:
Mix all ingredients. Roll in foil and steam for 30 minutes. Refrigerate overnight for best results.
Spicy Eggplant
Ingredients:
Eggplant, oil, ginger, siling labuyo, mustard seed powder, lemon, sugar, soy sauce, cornstarch, salt.
Procedure:
1. Peel eggplant
2. Slice in strips (quarters)
3. Fry in oil
Sauce:
1. Sautee ginger
2. Add chilies, mustard seed powder, lemon, sugar, soy sauce, cornstarch and salt to taste
3. Pour on top of fried eggplant
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Keep Walking!
I so loved the picture above. (More at my roadtrips blog!) It's of the adventure race that Bolo and I very recently participated in. I am amused by the irony and the timing of it all :) But I also find deeper meaning in it. I think it is a reminder for me to keep on walking, to keep on living despite the many hardships that may come my way.
The past four months have been "terrible" for me. In May, there was my miscarriage. By June, I had several work concerns. July... I lost my only brother. By August, Bolo and I very nearly called it quits... I guess for four months I sat in a middle of a very big hurricane in my life.
A week ago, Jeni and I had a conversation over coffee. At one point I was sharing with her an insight I had about my work when she looked amusedly at me. Then she told me she was amazed to see me still standing despite the several blows I had endured the past months.
Her remarks made me stop and think. I realized, I had remained standing because not for once have it occured to me to let everything weigh me down. Not even once have I thought about just sitting in the corner and quitting.
Oh, the pain come in waves. Sometimes they even come unbidded... I would sit working in the office when a thought would come and then I would feel the tears coming...
But I guess giving up was never really an option. Now why is that? Because of the many roles I have -- being a daughter, a wife, a Mom (most specially) and even in the work I'm involved in...
There are just far too many things that needed my attention that I hardly had the time to just let life pass me by. So I keep walking... performing the responsibilities asked of me...
Monday, August 13, 2007
Life Goes On
Even when one is right smack in the middle of so much pain, life goes on. As if to prove this, the weekend following the internment of my brother, Bolo and I participated in a local adventure race we have previously registered to.
Bolo and I at some point were in dilemma as to whether we are going to push through with it or not. We were careful about hurting the elderlies in the family about being "happy" when everyone else was in grief. A part of me however wants to go ahead with it. I felt like by joining, by participating in a physical activity, I am doing my brother a favor... Like I was in a way, doing things he should be doing at his age...
Yesterday, Baby and I joined in a local fun run too. It was Baby's first. We've been waiting for it for the longest time. And so it finally happened...
So indeed life goes on. Even when you lose love ones in death, life goes on. Even if one is beset with so much grief, life goes on...
I surfed the net earlier for Nino's "sickness," his cause of death. I think I was trying to come to terms with what happened. I was and still trying to understand everything... I see it as my way of coping... I'm trying to come to terms with it cerebrally... So that somehow, the "knowing" could ease the pain I'm feeling in my soul... I miss him everyday...
Bolo and I at some point were in dilemma as to whether we are going to push through with it or not. We were careful about hurting the elderlies in the family about being "happy" when everyone else was in grief. A part of me however wants to go ahead with it. I felt like by joining, by participating in a physical activity, I am doing my brother a favor... Like I was in a way, doing things he should be doing at his age...
Yesterday, Baby and I joined in a local fun run too. It was Baby's first. We've been waiting for it for the longest time. And so it finally happened...
So indeed life goes on. Even when you lose love ones in death, life goes on. Even if one is beset with so much grief, life goes on...
I surfed the net earlier for Nino's "sickness," his cause of death. I think I was trying to come to terms with what happened. I was and still trying to understand everything... I see it as my way of coping... I'm trying to come to terms with it cerebrally... So that somehow, the "knowing" could ease the pain I'm feeling in my soul... I miss him everyday...
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
I Will Sing
I Will Sing
Artist: Don Moen
Album: I Will Sing
Lyrics: I Will Sing
Lord You seem so far away. A million miles or more it feels today.
And though I haven't lost my faith, I must confess right now that it's hard for me to pray.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start.
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart.
I will sing.
I will praise even in my darkest time through the sorrow and the pain.
I will sing. I will praise.
Lift my hands to honor You because Your word is true. I will sing.
Lord it's hard for me to see all the thought and plan You have for me.
But I will put my trust in You. Lord will meet Your guide to set me free.
But I don't know what to say and I don't know where to start.
But as you give the grace with all that's in my heart.
I will sing.
I will praise even in my darkest time through the sorrow and the pain.
I will sing. I will praise.
Lift my hands to honor You because Your word is true. I will sing. (2 times)
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Farewell My Little Brother
As I made my way through the aisles of the department store, I was fighting hard not to let the tears fall. The mall had just opened and we were among the first customers for that day.
We were shopping for Niño. We were buying his barong, his slacks and his undergarments. As we leafed through the barongs on the rack, I felt the tears run down my face. We were very careful in our choosing. We wanted nothing but the best for him. After all, that would be the very last we would shop for him...
I remember the last time we went shopping together, it was with Mama. We were buying him jeans. He was always picky with his stuff, particularly when it comes to clothes. So it took a while before he decided on what to buy. He wanted a more pricey one but I lectured him on the value of money…
I’m not much into shopping although once in a blue moon the mood would hit me and I would splurge. But that comes rarely and most of the time I splurge more on books than clothes…
Buying things for my loved ones though, that’s an entirely different thing. That’s when I truly enjoy shopping. It gives me so much joy getting into the shoes of those I love and hunt for things that I know they would very much like to have. Christmas, birthdays… they’re shopping feasts for me.
And Niño is among those whom I love buying stuff for the most. He is after all my only sibling, our youngest… In a way, he will always be a baby brother to me. It’s so easy to buy stuff for him as he has little wants. Also, I particularly like shopping for him because he does not make a habit of asking for stuff. He was picky with clothes though and in a way is brand conscious but he would never turn down something that is given to him. But I think, I like buying him stuff simply because he would smile at me every time I give him something. His whole face would lit up, making it obvious that he was really pleased to have been remembered.
Recalling all that now brings me so much pain. Because, I would never experience that again with him… How I miss my little brother… I miss him everyday these days. He and I are rarely together the past two years since we moved out of our Empress home. I already had Baby then and with our decision to breastfeed him for as long as possible, going all the way to Panacan during work lunch break and then back is virtually impossible. Thus the move. So Niño and I would only see each other every time we would visit there and for special occasions or on family outings.
Niño only has one passion – basketball. It was his life. He breathed and lived it everyday since he learned how to throw a ball into the ring… So sometimes, I would shop for some good basketball jerseys for him. The best I ever bought him was a Michael Jordan reversible. He also must love it since he wore it all the time, if he was not wearing his uniform jerseys, that is...
This year, as if we knew what is going to happen, Bolo and I always feel this urgency to give him something. During one of our visits at Empress, Bolo gave him his Sandugo slippers when he sensed Niño’s liking to it. When Mama informed us Niño wore it till it has holes, Bolo urged me to buy him a new one. At that time, we were on a budget. Baby’s immunization was due and it had always been quite costly. I hesitated about buying him the slippers. But I am thankful now that I gave in to Bolo’s urging.
Now, the slippers are at home. The pair was what he wore when we fetched him from Empress. Looking at them now, I am filled with a sense of gratitude. I felt thankful that in his last year, I was given a chance to pamper him a bit.
When we went home to Empress to get the necessary documents following his demise, Mama and I wept when we found the basketball shoes I bought him very neatly packed in its shoebox still…
It was a costly pair and it had cost me an arm and a leg. But at that time, Niño was just fresh from his separation with his wife. I knew it must have been such a painful episode for him given his background. Being adopted, I knew there is this longing for him to have a complete family of his own. Being jilted by his wife, I could only imagine how painful it must be for him. And so I was desperate to reach out to him and to show him that our love for him is enough to fill in the vacuum left by his irresponsible wife (Who showed up during the wake and the internment, btw, crying as if it is the end of the world. I’m sure she was feeling guilty and remorseful. But all that is too late now. She had caused my brother so much pain. She could not take all of that back.).
So, should Niño had asked me for the moon then, I knew I must have tried my best to be able to give him just that. I remembered Mama chiding me for spending such an exorbitant sum for just a pair of shoes but I shrugged at her. To me, it wasn’t the shoes I was paying for. I’m paying for the opportunity to be able to tell my brother I love him and that there are still a lot of people left in his life who loves him. And putting it that way, 4 thousand is way too cheap.
Recalling everything is breaking my heart to pieces. Until now, I still feel Papa’s loss. I still cry myself to sleep every time I remember him. The pain somehow is still fresh. So in Niño’s case, I knew I’m still in for a long haul… There will be tears alright… And I’m drawing my strength from God.
A friend chanced upon me at YM and expressed her concern over how I’m feeling. I remember telling her how everything I knew, the lessons I learned and the wisdom I always bring close to my heart flew out of the window when I sat there right smack in the middle of so much pain.
Oh, I’ve read enough books and taken more than enough lessons and have faith enough to know the afterlife is a lot kinder than our worldly life… But with my brother’s loss – who was only 26, still at the prime of his life and who still has a lot of issues to settle with himself and with his relationships with other people – I wallowed in uncertainty and confusion.
Oh, there was never a point wherein I questioned God and His wisdom in what happened. But I certainly found myself questioning if my brother would indeed experience peace in the after life…
I remember crying so hard one night while he was in the hospital. I was praying for his complete and speedy recovery. Seeing him in tubes, and lying seemingly lifeless in his hospital bed was a heart-wrenching experience. So I prayed hard, that he be spared from all of that and finally recover. I was begging for a miracle.
As if in response, the thought that my brother is suffering and will continue to suffer if his condition will be prolonged came to me as if in soft promptings. I cried harder after that. Because, suddenly, I don’t know what to pray for. Of course I don’t want my brother to suffer unnecessarily. But I thought about his issues. He still had too many unsettled issues. And God, he was still too young. What if his soul will not be able to find rest knowing he had still several scores to settle, that his daughter is still too young, and that he still wished to continue living his life?
These questions are what brought on the uncertainty I felt. For once, I questioned everything I knew about death and about the after life. Because, I want to be certain that by dying, my brother would be given a better deal… I want him to be in peace, and to cease suffering. He had such a difficult life. I want him to be given another chance to correct his mistakes and to rewrite the directions of his life. I want another shot at life for him so that it’ll finally be better and be more rewarding than what he had experienced in the past. I want nothing but the best for my brother. If I could have so much love for the other persons in my life, how much more so for a sibling? A family member?
Now, I’m praying that his soul rest in peace… I pray that God be with him now and that he be spared from unnecessary suffering in the after life. I think he suffered enough in this life time.
I love you so much, Nin. I just hope you know how much… Fare well, go in peace and don’t linger much in this worldly life… Don’t worry about your daughter or about us. If you worry because you were not able to tell us how you love us, don’t fret. Of course I knew you loved me. There’s this thing about family. One does not have to hear the words, it only has to be felt. And I felt your love for me and for Mama… so fare well my little brother… Go in peace…
We were shopping for Niño. We were buying his barong, his slacks and his undergarments. As we leafed through the barongs on the rack, I felt the tears run down my face. We were very careful in our choosing. We wanted nothing but the best for him. After all, that would be the very last we would shop for him...
I remember the last time we went shopping together, it was with Mama. We were buying him jeans. He was always picky with his stuff, particularly when it comes to clothes. So it took a while before he decided on what to buy. He wanted a more pricey one but I lectured him on the value of money…
I’m not much into shopping although once in a blue moon the mood would hit me and I would splurge. But that comes rarely and most of the time I splurge more on books than clothes…
Buying things for my loved ones though, that’s an entirely different thing. That’s when I truly enjoy shopping. It gives me so much joy getting into the shoes of those I love and hunt for things that I know they would very much like to have. Christmas, birthdays… they’re shopping feasts for me.
And Niño is among those whom I love buying stuff for the most. He is after all my only sibling, our youngest… In a way, he will always be a baby brother to me. It’s so easy to buy stuff for him as he has little wants. Also, I particularly like shopping for him because he does not make a habit of asking for stuff. He was picky with clothes though and in a way is brand conscious but he would never turn down something that is given to him. But I think, I like buying him stuff simply because he would smile at me every time I give him something. His whole face would lit up, making it obvious that he was really pleased to have been remembered.
Recalling all that now brings me so much pain. Because, I would never experience that again with him… How I miss my little brother… I miss him everyday these days. He and I are rarely together the past two years since we moved out of our Empress home. I already had Baby then and with our decision to breastfeed him for as long as possible, going all the way to Panacan during work lunch break and then back is virtually impossible. Thus the move. So Niño and I would only see each other every time we would visit there and for special occasions or on family outings.
Niño only has one passion – basketball. It was his life. He breathed and lived it everyday since he learned how to throw a ball into the ring… So sometimes, I would shop for some good basketball jerseys for him. The best I ever bought him was a Michael Jordan reversible. He also must love it since he wore it all the time, if he was not wearing his uniform jerseys, that is...
This year, as if we knew what is going to happen, Bolo and I always feel this urgency to give him something. During one of our visits at Empress, Bolo gave him his Sandugo slippers when he sensed Niño’s liking to it. When Mama informed us Niño wore it till it has holes, Bolo urged me to buy him a new one. At that time, we were on a budget. Baby’s immunization was due and it had always been quite costly. I hesitated about buying him the slippers. But I am thankful now that I gave in to Bolo’s urging.
Now, the slippers are at home. The pair was what he wore when we fetched him from Empress. Looking at them now, I am filled with a sense of gratitude. I felt thankful that in his last year, I was given a chance to pamper him a bit.
When we went home to Empress to get the necessary documents following his demise, Mama and I wept when we found the basketball shoes I bought him very neatly packed in its shoebox still…
It was a costly pair and it had cost me an arm and a leg. But at that time, Niño was just fresh from his separation with his wife. I knew it must have been such a painful episode for him given his background. Being adopted, I knew there is this longing for him to have a complete family of his own. Being jilted by his wife, I could only imagine how painful it must be for him. And so I was desperate to reach out to him and to show him that our love for him is enough to fill in the vacuum left by his irresponsible wife (Who showed up during the wake and the internment, btw, crying as if it is the end of the world. I’m sure she was feeling guilty and remorseful. But all that is too late now. She had caused my brother so much pain. She could not take all of that back.).
So, should Niño had asked me for the moon then, I knew I must have tried my best to be able to give him just that. I remembered Mama chiding me for spending such an exorbitant sum for just a pair of shoes but I shrugged at her. To me, it wasn’t the shoes I was paying for. I’m paying for the opportunity to be able to tell my brother I love him and that there are still a lot of people left in his life who loves him. And putting it that way, 4 thousand is way too cheap.
Recalling everything is breaking my heart to pieces. Until now, I still feel Papa’s loss. I still cry myself to sleep every time I remember him. The pain somehow is still fresh. So in Niño’s case, I knew I’m still in for a long haul… There will be tears alright… And I’m drawing my strength from God.
A friend chanced upon me at YM and expressed her concern over how I’m feeling. I remember telling her how everything I knew, the lessons I learned and the wisdom I always bring close to my heart flew out of the window when I sat there right smack in the middle of so much pain.
Oh, I’ve read enough books and taken more than enough lessons and have faith enough to know the afterlife is a lot kinder than our worldly life… But with my brother’s loss – who was only 26, still at the prime of his life and who still has a lot of issues to settle with himself and with his relationships with other people – I wallowed in uncertainty and confusion.
Oh, there was never a point wherein I questioned God and His wisdom in what happened. But I certainly found myself questioning if my brother would indeed experience peace in the after life…
I remember crying so hard one night while he was in the hospital. I was praying for his complete and speedy recovery. Seeing him in tubes, and lying seemingly lifeless in his hospital bed was a heart-wrenching experience. So I prayed hard, that he be spared from all of that and finally recover. I was begging for a miracle.
As if in response, the thought that my brother is suffering and will continue to suffer if his condition will be prolonged came to me as if in soft promptings. I cried harder after that. Because, suddenly, I don’t know what to pray for. Of course I don’t want my brother to suffer unnecessarily. But I thought about his issues. He still had too many unsettled issues. And God, he was still too young. What if his soul will not be able to find rest knowing he had still several scores to settle, that his daughter is still too young, and that he still wished to continue living his life?
These questions are what brought on the uncertainty I felt. For once, I questioned everything I knew about death and about the after life. Because, I want to be certain that by dying, my brother would be given a better deal… I want him to be in peace, and to cease suffering. He had such a difficult life. I want him to be given another chance to correct his mistakes and to rewrite the directions of his life. I want another shot at life for him so that it’ll finally be better and be more rewarding than what he had experienced in the past. I want nothing but the best for my brother. If I could have so much love for the other persons in my life, how much more so for a sibling? A family member?
Now, I’m praying that his soul rest in peace… I pray that God be with him now and that he be spared from unnecessary suffering in the after life. I think he suffered enough in this life time.
I love you so much, Nin. I just hope you know how much… Fare well, go in peace and don’t linger much in this worldly life… Don’t worry about your daughter or about us. If you worry because you were not able to tell us how you love us, don’t fret. Of course I knew you loved me. There’s this thing about family. One does not have to hear the words, it only has to be felt. And I felt your love for me and for Mama… so fare well my little brother… Go in peace…
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Premonition
The following entry was saved to my blogger account as a draft. The record shows I drafted it on January 26, 2007 at 8:17 AM. That's exactly a month before his birthday and exactly 6 months before his demise...
I never came around to finishing it as work and several concerns took over... I remember being emotional the moment I sat down and decided about writing it. At that time, I thought about his life, our grown up years, my being strict with him... I remember being emotional and thought about how I missed him...
I intented to write about him, about his life, how he came to our family and how much I love him as my one and only sibling... I remember reluctantly giving up the chance to finish this particular blog. Bolo was urging me to change as we were due to go to church then. I remember thinking, I would again have to find the moment when I'd miss my brother to write this particular entry properly as I write only when emotions ride me. It would feel less truthful if I'd write about my brother just for the sake of finishing the entry... I even remember thinking in exasperation when I'll be able to finish it. I remember telling myself, hopefully not as a eulogy...
Ah... I shudder now as I remember all that... It seemed like a premonition to me... Well, I didn't know better... Who would have thought Mama and I would survive my brother? He's only 26 this year... Of course I'm thinking he'd have a few decades more to go...
"My Brother Niño"
Ever since I could remember, my brother and I had more quarrels than good moments. We're simply too opposite -- like day to night -- that it was difficult for us to really hit it off well. Well, we weren't that bad. There were moments when it is undeniable that we do love each other. But compared to the disagreements we had, there were only very few moments where he and I are really that expressive about how we truly feel for each other.
Yes, I guess that's it already. It's not really the lack of love but more so the lack of time and both our being "unexpressive" that is the reason for having more of the disagreements than the "loving" moments. But certainly and undeniably, we both love each other dearly. It's apparent in the look we throw each other, in the silent exchanges of words, in my buying him stuff that I know would make him happy, in his volunteering to watch over his nephew when Mama kid him about babysitting him while Bolo and I are busy with work...
I must admit, growing up, I was extremely jealous of my brother and the slack that our parents apparently provides him which is so unlike of the very strict upbringing I got from them. I guess it's more of the gender thing -- him being male and my being female. Well, my parents are old fashioned so I could hardly blame them for that.
As I got older though, losing Papa unexpectedly, and having learned so much from life, I realized nothing really matters but keeping all your loved ones close to heart. It's more important than having your expectations of them, met. And so I began to be more affectionate to my brother than anything. I still do nag him though, urge him to make something out of his life... But there wasn't much anger in the nagging anymore... It's a nagging not borne out of exasperation but of concern. So, there was definitely a distinction in that...
I never came around to finishing it as work and several concerns took over... I remember being emotional the moment I sat down and decided about writing it. At that time, I thought about his life, our grown up years, my being strict with him... I remember being emotional and thought about how I missed him...
I intented to write about him, about his life, how he came to our family and how much I love him as my one and only sibling... I remember reluctantly giving up the chance to finish this particular blog. Bolo was urging me to change as we were due to go to church then. I remember thinking, I would again have to find the moment when I'd miss my brother to write this particular entry properly as I write only when emotions ride me. It would feel less truthful if I'd write about my brother just for the sake of finishing the entry... I even remember thinking in exasperation when I'll be able to finish it. I remember telling myself, hopefully not as a eulogy...
Ah... I shudder now as I remember all that... It seemed like a premonition to me... Well, I didn't know better... Who would have thought Mama and I would survive my brother? He's only 26 this year... Of course I'm thinking he'd have a few decades more to go...
"My Brother Niño"
Ever since I could remember, my brother and I had more quarrels than good moments. We're simply too opposite -- like day to night -- that it was difficult for us to really hit it off well. Well, we weren't that bad. There were moments when it is undeniable that we do love each other. But compared to the disagreements we had, there were only very few moments where he and I are really that expressive about how we truly feel for each other.
Yes, I guess that's it already. It's not really the lack of love but more so the lack of time and both our being "unexpressive" that is the reason for having more of the disagreements than the "loving" moments. But certainly and undeniably, we both love each other dearly. It's apparent in the look we throw each other, in the silent exchanges of words, in my buying him stuff that I know would make him happy, in his volunteering to watch over his nephew when Mama kid him about babysitting him while Bolo and I are busy with work...
I must admit, growing up, I was extremely jealous of my brother and the slack that our parents apparently provides him which is so unlike of the very strict upbringing I got from them. I guess it's more of the gender thing -- him being male and my being female. Well, my parents are old fashioned so I could hardly blame them for that.
As I got older though, losing Papa unexpectedly, and having learned so much from life, I realized nothing really matters but keeping all your loved ones close to heart. It's more important than having your expectations of them, met. And so I began to be more affectionate to my brother than anything. I still do nag him though, urge him to make something out of his life... But there wasn't much anger in the nagging anymore... It's a nagging not borne out of exasperation but of concern. So, there was definitely a distinction in that...
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