Monthly Archives: December 2015

Para sa iyo, 2015.

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Para maiba naman. Isulat-kamay natin. Hehe. Hapi nyu yir, Pilipinas! Habol kami mamaya! πŸ˜„

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PARA SA IYO, 2015.

Salamat. Hindi mo ako binigo. You weren’t the best, but you were good enough. πŸ™‚ And you were somehow better than the previous year. Kung may pinatunayan ka man, iyon ay ang kaya kong tumayo muli at magsimula nang panibagong paglalakbay – maaaring may mga panahong mag-isa, pero mas matingkad iyong kaagapay ang mga kasama.

Nariyan iyong mga panibagong hamon – nagsimula sa trabahong housekeeping sa simula ng taon, bumukod at lumipat sa bagong komunidad kasama ang alagang pusang si Pancho (na isa sa mga pinaka-masasayang nangyari ngayong taon), at ang paghamon sa sarili na muling pik-ap-in ang bisikleta at gawin itong regular na parte ng halos pang-araw-araw na pamumuhay (well, maliban ngayong winter). Nariyan din ang unang beses na mag-whitewater rafting at ang unang pagkakataong makapunta sa Northern California. Maaaring sa iba ay maliliit na bagay lamang ang mga ito, pero ilan ito sa mga highlights ng taong ito sa personal na lebel.

Pero higit sa mga ito, nariyan ang kampanyang #SaveMaryJaneVeloso na muling nagpatunay sa lakas at kawastuhan ng sama-samang pagkilos at ng proletaryadong internasyunalismo.

Naganap din ang International Peoples’ Tribunal (IPT) na, bukod sa marami na namang mga bagong kasamang nakilala at muling nakadaupang-palad ang mga kasama noong nasa unibersidad pa, ay lalu pang naglantad sa kabulukan ng estado at nagbigay ng pag-asa na makakamit din ang hustisya sa hinaharap.

Nariyan din ang kampanyang #StopLumadKilllings na umani ng suporta mula sa mas malawak na hanay (sa tulong na rin ng #AlDub, ngunit lalu nang mahusay na pagdadala at pagpapatakbo ng kilusan sa mga kampanyang masa). Ipinakilala rin nitong lalo ang kagandahan, kasaganahan sa likas na yaman at lakas ng mamamayan ng Mindanao, na patuloy na binibiktima ng terorismo ng estado. Sa kabila ng pagmamalupit na ito ay nakilala rin natin ang mga pinaslang ng mga elemento ng estado na tulad nila Tatay Emok, Ka Onil, Datu Bello, at NPA Commander na si Ka Parago – na sa libu-libo ay nagbigay ng pag-asa at nagsilbing inspirasyon upang patuloy na itayo at ipaglaban ang isang lipunang mas maaliwalas. Ilan lamang ito sa mga tampok na aral, kaganapan at mga pangyayari sa taong nakalipas.

Ang 2015 ay taon ng pagsasaayos sa mga nararapat ayusin, pagkokonsolida, puspusang pag-aaral, pagtatasa, paglalagom sa mga karanasan, pagpuna at pagpuna sa sarili, at pagpapatuloy nang mas masikhay sa mga gawain. Ito rin ay taon ng mga bagong silang (literal, dahil maraming ipinanganak.. hehe).

Tulad nang unang nasabi, ang 2015 ay β€œgood enough”. Bakit hindi the best? Dahil β€œthe best is yet to come!” At β€˜yan. β€˜Yan ang panata sa darating na 2016. πŸ™‚

ISANG MAPAGPALAYANG BAGONG TAON SA LAHAT!

HELLO, 2016!

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“Allegiance”

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Today, I watched my first ever Broadway show (I know, I’ve been living in NY for many years now and sure, I’ve seen off-Broadway shows, but never really made the time and never had the money or even saved up for those real ‘Broadway’ shows all these years). But today, I finally watched. Salamat, Mama Renz, for the tickets (she gave it to my mami as a gift and I got tagged along — well, that’s another story so I’ll just let my mom tell hers). As for me, though, thoughts were already running through my mind all throughout the show. My love for theater has once again been fired up and my dream to direct a play/show or even act in one resurfaced once more. Theater arts was actually my third choice for college (after Fine Arts and Journalism, as my first and second, respectively), and I’ve always said that had I not been active with the student council in college, I would have joined the UP Rep. I guess it also helped that it was “Allegiance” and Lea Salonga and George Takei were the main performers. I especially loved Lea’s character, her husband in the play, Frankie, and her father. I won’t spill any more, but I do recommend for folks to watch. Aaaanndd.. I’d have to admit it was a good one for my first Broadway show. πŸ™‚

PS: Plus the production design was also amazing! Looks simple, but amazing. πŸ™‚

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Tito Boy

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Every Filipino clan, they say, has its own version of Tito Boy. Ours just passed away last night due to heart attack. Tito Boy, Alfonso Bagtas, is my mom’s youngest sibling (my mom is the eldest of 8).

Tito Boy had been the most ‘malambing’ tito, always the emcee at family reunions and one of the tito singers of the family but one who would always join singing contests and, as I remember, would always have duets with my mami. The total performer, as they say. I would have to give him the credit for instilling in me that one has to always be at performance level when singing/performing (although sometimes, I’m not at par).

He was also one of the 2 most visible titos while I was growing up (I only had the chance to know most of my relatives from my mom’s side, and by ‘visible’, meaning aside from family reunions), since both our families lived in Mandaluyong at the same time. And even when we moved to Pasig, and they, to Laguna, we would still see each other at school retreats and functions since he was teaching at the Dominican School of Sta. Rosa Laguna and I was studying at UST High School, which is also run by the Dominicans.

I can just imagine how hard it would be for an eldest — the panganay — to lose her youngest sibling — the bunso — who treated her like his second nanay after my lola, that I had to travel 3 hours back to upstate NY on a weeknight, on peak hours, also having to miss work the next day, and be with my mom when my eldest sister delivers the news to her. That sacrifice, though, is minuscule as compared to my mom not being able to come home for her youngest brother’s — her original bunso’s — wake or funeral, for obvious reasons that she’s thousands of miles away and that scarcity in resources is something that migrant workers also have to contend with (contrary to what kababayans in the homeland might think that ‘OFWs’ have a lot of money in hand). In her absence, all she hoped was for some of the contents of the balikbayan box that was meant to be for my tito could have reached him in time for Christmas, especially since she reprimanded him a few months back for something he was not able to deliver. But that won’t happen now.

Standing in front of the house where my mom takes care of an elderly (mind you, she, herself, is turning 70 this month), waiting for her to open the door knowing she wasn’t expecting me and that I just had to be by her side when my ate tells her the news, was probably one of the longest seconds of my life. But more than grief, this propels me to ask friends, and everyone, actually, to think of a future wherein millions of Filipinos would not have to go through something like this again. This may sound too preachy or cheesy, however you would like to take a look at this. But I really do hope millions of Filipinos would not have to learn about a death in the family this way, stuck in the thought that nothing else can be done and that we can’t see family members one last time before they’re sent to their resting place. Let us please change this and let us not allow this to continue. Our OFWs, our migrant workers, our families, deserve better.

Salamat, Tito Boy, sa lahat. Pasens’ya na rin at naging reflection post pa itong post ko tungkol sa iyo. Pero pahinga ka na. At tuloy ang kantahan kung nasaan ka man ngayon! Salamat din sa huling comment mo sa post ko last week. Mami-miss ka namin!