I just remembered that today is September 11, and while wandering around the internet, I found a video tribute to some of the Filipino casualties on that tragic and fateful day. I guess it serves as a reminder that 9/11 isn’t just an “American” tragedy – it was everyone’s tragedy …
(“Saan Ka Man Naroroon” is a traditional Filipino ballad, and is roughly translated as “Wherever You May Be”)
“Aoi”, the close friend in question, and I were raised, more or less, in the same community. We went to the same school and university. We had endless talks, played pranks and went on the occasional adventure or two together. But one activity that we rarely did together was to go a movie theater and watch a wide-screen flick. The reason is really quite simple – Aoi isn’t into films as much as I am. But on those once-in-a-blue-moon occasions when we did go to the cinema, there were 2 movies that we both enjoyed immensely –
“Dead Poets Society”
“Good Morning, Vietnam”
Magandang umaga po, Robin Williams – at maraming, maraming salamat po …
(Good morning, Robin Williams – and many, many thanks …)
What Easter is about …
Despite the title of this blog entry, the past week had been anything but. Days had been filled with work-related stress, the pressure to meet standards and deadlines – and sadness. Some weeks ago, I found out through Facebook that a former high school student in the school I used to teach leaped to his death from the 4th floor of a shopping mall in Manila. He was diagnosed as schizophrenic and bi-polar. He struggled with this condition for most of his life and even blogged about it. He loved comic books and writing stories. He was only in his early twenties.
And through private messages in Facebook, I learned from another former student and one of the school’s coordinators that another student passed away. I taught in their Reading and English classes when they were in Grades 4 and 5. He had a lovable sense of humor and was hooked on the Percy Jackson series of books. Last year, he was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. On Tuesday morning, he never woke up. He was around 17 years old.
Grief and a sense of loss – these were emotions that should’ve been better felt by their families, their friends, the people who have been really close to them. And I wondered at times why these incidents affected me so. I’ve only paid a few, intermittent visits to my old place of work. Liking and commenting on my old students’ and former colleagues’ Facebook posts was, for the most part, the extent of my connections with them. So why do I sometimes catch myself weeping at my workstation?
While talking about the incident with 2 sympathetic and understanding co-workers, I quoted a line from “LOTR: The Two Towers” – “No parent should have to bury their child.” It then eventually dawned on me – things ought to have been the other way around. This should not have happened. And yet – they did.
I suppose that’s it then. It’s almost like losing your own child. As one of their many “second parents”, this was how I suppose it felt like. While I grieve for now, I send prayers to you both. Ado, those demons are forever banished and you can step out smiling from the shadows. Lem, I’m sure the angels are laughing at your many jokes and quips.
“Let happy be where sadness was …”
What better way to begin the new year than with an inspirational song that became a hit 20 years ago? My, oh my …
Because today is the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women … “So free her … “
When you’re about to make a tough decision:
everyone else will have a vision for your life.
Your parents, who love you but are living through you.
Your best friend, who has selfish motives and secret agendas.
Your other friends, who don’t think about you during the day.
The culture, which aims at your wallet.
Some pop song, written by a guy in a 3000 dollar chair.
A movie, which holds you in a spell like a drunken stupor.
Even you, who can so easily deceive yourself with promises you keep breaking.
Don’t trust it. Don’t trust some articulate well-spun wisdom. Don’t trust that blogger. Don’t trust me. They might say good things, when it’s really dressed-up advice made to sound good so you would call them wise, and they’re not even following it themselves.
There is only One Voice who knows you better than…
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This is going to be a rather short entry because I don’t want this Miley Cyrus / Robin Thicke / ugly-giant-teddy-bears thing (I refuse to call it “entertainment” or even a “performance”) to take up any more of my hallowed internet and brain space. Nearly everyone and his / her Lola Mely and Kuya Jojo had something to say about it anyways, and whatever I would like to say about the subject has already been said.
Anyhoo, it’s a pity Freddie’s not around anymore. Imagine if there was a great big rift and 360-loop in the time-space continuum, and they performed “I Want to Break Free” at the VMAs.
Let me show you how to do this twerking thing properly, darling …
And that’s how you give a smashing performance and a sparkling, dust-free stage, darlings! 😉
Take flight – two words, two meanings
One flees towards the obscure jungle
and hides in the soft trembling darkness
of stubbornly unseeing eyes
wishing, wishing …
While the other one soars high, high, high …
Gazing at the magnifying whiteness
Encompassing, revealing …
Then finally, seeing …
Everything is in plain sight
Show yourself …
© Patricia Acevedo