Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Reminder to Self

nature sunrise
I will not be a beggar for love anymore, for affection, kindness, approval and the like. I won't be on my 
knees and plead for it. Not even in the most secret recesses of my heart where no one could be watching, no I won't wish for it. Not that I don't need it. Of course I do, who doesn't anyway?  Nor I am having a change of heart about life and everything that it means. I have just come to realize that these things aren't to be given like a coin to a beggar, but they are earned. I have to make myself worthy of these things, without trying hard, without changing myself. How do I expect these things to be given to me when I am not even sure I am also capable of it?Am I capable of love? Affection? Kindness? Am I generous with my encouragements?

So, today, I start with myself and try to do what most of who I know find so hard to do. It is easy to look down on others, notice their flaws, talk about them and deliberately forget if not ignore our own flaws. In minding my own scars, I hope to remember others have scars too. People are bitter not because I'm awesome and I've got what they can only wish for, but because, most of all,  they're not happy  ... and I shouldn't judge that. I, too, am like them.

It's easier said than done. I know that. I'm just keeping a record of my thoughts because it helps to be reminded every once in a while.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Meanderings of a traveller

At the end of the day, it's all about me and who I am without anything or anyone I have in my life right now. If I strip myself of anything and look at myself naked in front of a mirror, who am I? 

It's been a pretty tough journey, and well of course this long wide stretch of a road goes on. I have just turned into several bends that took me by surprise. These I call discoveries, realizations, some addition to what I already know. When I was younger I thought sharing everything here in this blog is called freedom, a liberation that not everyone enjoys because not everyone can write. But being a writer, I have finally come to understand, means being able to contain a few things not meant for everyone. Come to think of it, this world is cramped with people who, like me also have their issues and miseries and desires and disappointments and hopes and fears ... you name it. It's not easy to be compassionate when you are not so happy with your life. It is easy, on the other hand, to judge. It's exactly because of that that I stopped writing about personal things. With the way my life has turned out the past years, I certainly could make people stumble if I share about how intriguing the story has become for me.

And yet I go on. Not because I do not have any choice, but because being strong is a choice. Nothing can give me that resilience I need. It's in me. I just have to let it out and better utilize it. Amazing how finally learning not "to trust men" has opened my eyes to a whole new world. We can never expect anyone, even those who are closest to us, for anything. Not even loyalty. I know that sounds radical but I have seen that truth and it's not saying it in a bad way. It's actually something quite positive. It's accepting the fact that indeed, people have to fend for themselves. They have their own life to live. "The world will not stop for your tears." I used to say this to myself when I was in my 20s. Impressive wisdom of a younger me, isn't it. Yes, indeed the world will not stop for my tears. Shame on me for forgetting that and for expecting that everyone I have shown kindness  to will give it back to me. I have my own share of indiscretions. I take responsibility for my actions and decisions. The lessons, I will definitely learn and take by heart. These are the only things I have left, how could I waste them, if not take for granted.

I am turning over a new leaf, another chapter is about to begin. I have let go of some friendships which aren't actually friendships. Lesson on betrayal never comes easy, I can say that for a fact now... and I heave a sigh of relief. Now I know better.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Welcome Home Red!

... but I guess we will be saying "farewell" again soon enough. She just came back from Nepal with a foot injury from the recent tragedy that struck this beautiful country. My dear friend Red was working as a VSO volunteer and the immediate repatriation came with a heartbreak for her, as there was so much she wanted to do in Nepal around that time. My own feelings were ambivalent, I was sad too, knowing how much she enjoyed her time in Nepal and at the same time excited as it would mean I was going to see her again. We paid her a visit more than a week ago and I had to fight back tears when she showed us the extent of her injury. Such a brave, strong, daring, stubborn woman. I always call her stubborn, even hard headed. She wanted to take on life all the time, no matter what the challenges maybe. But this also is the same reason that makes me admire her and love her to bits. Those things she's been doing I can only dream about. I guess this is what makes us bond well as friends. Our own uniqueness, strengths, weakness, fears, dreams, hopes, all come together in a beautifully intricate weave of colors, laughter, tears, love, acceptance, only a true friendship can prove real. 
Hoy mga murat, sa aton nga tatlo, ako na lang ang wala naka kadto sa Nepal!
(Hey biatches, among the three of us I'm the only one left who hasn't gone to Nepal yet!)  

Holy Trinity



Who can ever fathom
The mystery of who you are?
Holy trinity, three times the love
Three times the intensity
Of your passion, 
Your death,
Your resurrection,
You brought it all down here,
Where I am, dirty and lost.
Here you are, alive
Blood flowing
To make me live...

Queen Anne / mpp2015

Mistakes



Don't judge me by my mistakes. You make mistakes, too. Unless of course if you're convinced you are perfect and immaculate. -Queen Anne / mpp2015

Let's take care of our beaches!

As part of Kwaderno's month-long anniversary celebration, Kwaderno was back in Hinobaan to organize a clean up drive in Brgy Asia. Hinobaan's main tourist attraction are it's beautiful beaches and lately some of these shorelines have started accumulating unwanted basura. Under Kwaderno's Environment Protection Program, we have worked hand in hand with the villagers to help us clean their beaches in exchange for eight notebooks for each of their students in the area. On May 17, 2015 we were able to distribute 400 more notebooks to 63 students right after we all did the beach clean-up  and a short discussion about the importance of protecting our environment. It was very fulfilling to see the children's smiling faces, eager to start their new-found mission of protecting the beach where their families depend their livelihood. /Anne
























Journey to Maatop

Reaching far and wide, Kwaderno has literally reached heights as we journeyed up the mountains of Maatop, one of the villages in Brgy Sanke.  The people there do not have electricity so you could imagine how they go about their lives daily. Even dreaming, hoping and believing that there is a better life doesn't even look possible in their eyes. These notebooks speak so much about Kwaderno's desire to show them dreaming and reaching for these dreams can be real. Indeed looking at these children holding their notebooks was assurance enough for us that in our next notebook distribution next year, we would see something more in their eyes. 

To our beloved Kwaderno partners, thank you for helping us make this possible. You are these children's lifeline. This is where your notebooks have reached, this is how your simple gesture of sharing affects those who need to believe that indeed, love can. /Anne













Peso a Day for Toto Jande



Jande, only 5 years old, lost his mother to an illness only last December. He never got to know his father. Long after the villagers went home after our activity, Jande lingered. I was busy packing up when I heard a faint voice from behind me calling out, "Mam, we're going home now. Thank you very much." When I turned to see who was the owner of the small voice, I saw a small boy with a curious pair of eyes that looked straight into mine, and through my soul. I spent many minutes talking to him and asking him what he wanted to be when he grows up. "I want to be a teacher." I said, "What subject would you like to teach?" he replied, very clear and decisive, "An English teacher." In a place like Maatop, people do not even know the word "dream". Not a single pupil answered me what they wanted to be when they grow up. Jande was different. He stood out, armed with a dream of becoming an English teacher someday, without a father, without a mother, without anything to hold on to for his future.

Let us be the ones for him to hold on to. Jande is giving us the chance to share part of ourselves and be blessed by the experience. Peso a day. It can go very far for Toto Jande. http://notebooksforlife.blogspot.com

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

First Kwaderno Anniversary, 10,000 notebooks, one mission.

How time flies.  Kwaderno is going to celebrate its first anniversary on May 5, 2015!! We praise and thank the Lord for putting us through all the challenges, tears, excitement, frustrations and surprises. All these have brought us from one milestone to another and we thank all our partners for being part of this triumph.  We started low and slow, giving notebooks to only 37 students in Brgy Sangke. Two weeks after that, we were able to raise more than 4,000 notebooks to all 600 students from pre-school to high school in our adopted barangay.  Now we have eight scholars, three in elementary, four in high school and two in college. And we are keeping count! We are also excited because of our new project, giving free leadership camps to elementary and high school students. For our First Kwaderno Anniversary, we are targeting to raise at least 10,000 notebooks so we will be able to distribute not just in Brgy Sanke but this time in another far-flung schools in the nearby barangay, and hopefully to other areas in Negros. Our ripple effect is getting wider and wider and we are inviting you to once again hold hands with us and make this happen.    http://notebooksforlife.blogspot.com/


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Hues of red...

red gumamela

Your blood, your different hues of love and red, 
Of passion and dying for what I am. 
Your blood, your death that I may live, 
It keeps me going, your hues of love and red.

-Queen Anne mpp/2015

Sunshine...


I praise you for the sunshine after the rain,
I praise you even when there's sorrow or pain.


-Queen Anne mpp/2014

Sighs...


Only you, Lord, know all my wonder whys,
Only you understand the meaning of my sighs...

-Queen Anne mpp/2014


Tired...



Sooth me, calm me, Lord, make the tiredness go away.

Why I get up in the morning



Thank you for this day, Lord, there is reason to get up and breathe the air. It's free, just like hope, just like dreaming, it's what keeps me going.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Reunions


What I like most about reunions with friends is that it gives me the opportunity to get to be young again. Well, it's not because I am already too old right now, but it's just that of course people are a lot younger a few years ago from where they are now. I'm sure you're getting my drift. 

 #photosthatmakemyday



Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Look at me, I am in pain

Fault finders are miserable people. Talking about the flaws of others makes them think they're better. The more that they find flaws in others, the more that they hide their own flaws and imperfections. Fault finders are bullies, too. They find satisfaction in oppressing others because it makes them feel invincible and it convinces them that they've got power to do what they want. Yes, bullies are cowards. They are scared of so many things that's why they belittle others and scare them, too. Misery loves company. Bullies, fault finders, cowards, are unhappy people. So they take it on anyone who lets them. Somehow they're convinced that when they inflict pain on others, they've avenged themselves for their own pains.

Bullies, fault finders, cowards... most of them are unloved people. They haven't received enough, proper love so they're not able to give any at all. They need it, they need compassion, too. They're actually wounded deep inside, they cry out for acceptance. The more that you fight with them, the less chance there is for them to realize what their real problem is. It is not easy to be compassionate though, especially with these type of persons. But this world will benefit greatly from a bit of kindness from us, when everyone else believes that bullies, fault finders, and cowards are, yes, nothing but miserable souls.

Daw mga ido kag kuring kamo!

Monday, October 13, 2014

I know a Pharisee


'You Pharisees! You clean the outside of cup and plate, while inside yourselves you are filled with extortion and wickedness.'

I know someone who likes posting mostly about Jesus on her FB wall. Almost everyday, she posts about Jesus the crucified, Jesus the scorched, Jesus the blooded, dying Saviour. You name it. She posts about quotes from preachers here and there, about philosophies and statements that seem to tell something about how righteous and Godly she is. But that is only for those who do not really, actually know her. I know her. I know more than what she thinks she is. Her FB wall is a sorry attempt to convince her more than 100 friends how such a clean and shiny kind of cup she is. But inside her, she is filled with worms. All that she can think about is herself and what she believes is real. She lives in her own world where everyone else must bow down before her, even kneel down. She despises people who cannot at all giver her praises. She has killed her own son, yes, in the most murderous, cold-bloodied way she did. This and a lot more, I know about her and I am appalled just looking at her FB wall filled with praises for the Lord. Certainly I do not want to be like her. I do not want to do anything that could resemble what she's done and keeps doing. I'm glad I met her.

It's helped me know what I do not want to become.  In spite of my own iniquities, I am striving not to use the name of the Lord in vain. Because I can see how this can make people look like. One shiny cup with worms in it. 







Reading 1, Galatians 5:1-6

1 Christ set us free, so that we should remain free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be fastened again to the yoke of slavery.
2 I, Paul, give you my word that if you accept circumcision, Christ will be of no benefit to you at all.
3 I give my assurance once again to every man who accepts circumcision that he is under obligation to keep the whole Law;
4 once you seek to be reckoned as upright through the Law, then you have separated yourself from Christ, you have fallen away from grace.
5 We are led by the Spirit to wait in the confident hope of saving justice through faith,
6 since in Christ Jesus it is not being circumcised or being uncircumcised that can effect anything -- onlyfaith working through love.

Responsorial Psalm, Psalms 119:41, 43, 44, 45, 47, 48

41 Let your faithful love come to me, Yahweh, true to your promise, save me!
43 Do not deprive me of that faithful word, since my hope lies in your judgements.
44 I shall keep your Law without fail for ever and ever.
45 I shall live in all freedom because I have sought your precepts.
47 Your commandments fill me with delight, I love them dearly.
48 I stretch out my hands to your commandments that I love, and I ponder your judgements.

Gospel, Luke 11:37-41

37 He had just finished speaking when a Pharisee invited him to dine at his house. He went in and sat down at table.
38 The Pharisee saw this and was surprised that he had not first washed before the meal.
39 But the Lord said to him, 'You Pharisees! You clean the outside of cup and plate, while inside yourselves you are filled with extortion and wickedness.
40 Fools! Did not he who made the outside make the inside too?
41 Instead, give alms from what you have and, look, everything will be clean for you.