Tele-isip-isip-sa-holy-week

Baamm! Baaanng! Boom boom ohhlalalala telelelalala baaanngg!!

Im shaking my booty to the right (paaakkzz –spank the big butt lol) Im shaking my booty to the left (baamm) ohh lalala…

Ayyy… shhhh.. dapat tahimik pala at seryos ang usapan… (psstt holy week oh)

I was at FIEL’s blog (read as FEYEL, he said) last night and he talks about the holy week thing and (insert may sound - pumutok ang cork ng isang champagne) slight parang nakonsensya naman ako na ang ingay-ingay ko samantalang itong pinaka-good-friend ko sa blogsphere ay ang seryos sa semana santa na ito.

It gave me a thought (seriously lol hindi nga, oo nga eh)

I commented his entry with a question the same na noong ako ay bata pa kaya may boracay-boracay na bang bakasyon ang mga tao kapag semana santa at ang holy week ba ay ginawa na bang araw ng bakasyon ng mga tao? Kasi while growing up, hindi ko nakita yan until now lang with all these media popping on tv.

Nong bata pa ako, aga kaming magising, maglalakad ng malayo, nagsstation of the cross, ramdam na ramdam ko ang holy week noon, tapos meron pa itong bawal maligo after 3pm ng byernes santo at bawal ang mag-ingay kundi pipingotin ka at sasabihing “magagalit si god sayo” at ang kakainin lang namin ay “tabirac” (ginataan ata sa tagalog) tapos walang kamatayang  biko at puto maya tapos ang buong pamilya ay nagkakaisa sa pagkahinan. Masaya ang kabataan ko, na-enjoy ko ang bawat okasyon sa pamilya.

Ngayon, nawala na ang tradition sa aming pamilya lalo nong nawala na ang lola at lolo ko tapos ang mama ko. pero madami silang naiwan na values at kaugalian sa amin na sinusunod pa rin namin.

Nag-iba na ang takbo ng buhay at ang ating mundo ngayon…

I am nothing against sa pagbabakasyon ng mga tao kapag semana santa, this is also the time naman for the family to be together syempre pamilya ang pinakauna sa lahat naman. Pero yong tanong ko lang talaga na noong bata pa kaya ako, ganito na kaya ang semana santa on the other side? Or sadyang dahil bata pa ako at hindi pa ganon kalaki ang media kaya hindi ko maramdaman yong vacay mode ng mga tao sa iba’t ibang lugar ng bansa.

Whatever it is, para sakin ang holy week is the time to reflect, time to know ano ba talaga ang purpose natin dito sa mundo, pano if one day we will know we will die sooner, then what? Ano ang nagawa natin sa mundo, at sa ibang tao? Kasi ang alam ko, when we die, wala tayong madadala. When we were born hubo’t hubad tayo and we will die the same.  When we were born it is not us who take care for our self but others (referring to midwife, nurse, doctor etc) and the same when we die it’s not us or our family will take care of us but the same ang ibang tao pa rin (referring to sa mag-eembalsama satin). Kaya now pa lang gusto ko ng mag-isip ano ba ang pwedi at dapat kong gawin para maging handa at hindi ako mahihiyang harapin si God at the end of my life kasi kahit anong gawin natin, may ibang buhay maliban dito sa mundo. (at nag-end talaga ang post ko sa kamatayan pa rin lol)

Sana nagkaroon ng meaning ang post na ito about sa ano ang meron at mawala soon.  =)

 

Reality 9: Pagkakaroon ng lakas ng loob

Warning: wag basahin sa gabi or masyadong tahimik ang paligid.

Kailang nangyari: basta Wednesday I can’t recall the exact date and last year pa ito.

Bakit ko na-ipost ito: naalala ko lang naman.

Isa ito sa kwentong totoo ng buhay ko na kahit sino hindi maniniwala pero nangyayari, kahit ako kala ko joke lang si Ma’am P.

Bagong instructor si Ma’am P last sem (1^st sem) iba ang aura niya, parang laging mabigat ang kanyang dinadala. Simpleh lang naman si ma’am, hindi nga mahilig mag-make up. Nasa 50’s pa siguro si ma’am.

Kwento ng kwento lang sa mga buhay-buhay sa mga dumating na araw.

This Wednesday I’ve been telling, hindi ako under sa class niya but pumasok ako kasi nag-sit in lang ako naman ako para matuto at may kailangan din kasi akong iconfirm sa kanya na sasama ako sa isang outreach program sa kanilang lugar (zamboanga city).

Napasarap ang kwento namin ni ma’am about sa buhay-buhay, sa school, ano ang meron sa school na pinasukan ko, mga review ganyan lang naman. Dahil napasarap ang kwento she said na sa labas lang kami magusap dahil maingay sa classroom, nagdidiscuss ang mga students about sa outreach na yon.

So nasa labas kami ng classroom…

Mga 30 mins after kaming nagkwentohan biglang nagring ang celphone ko, my sister was calling me pala. So sinagot ko naman sa harap ni ma’am p. Biglang narinig ko ang kapatid ko na (umiiyak ng bongga) “ATEH, TULONG KASI SOBRA NA SILA!!! Hinahanap nila ang benefits ni mommy!!!” At biglang nagstop talaga ang world ko dahil nasa school ako at wala akong magawa to rescue my sister, alam kong may naririnig na naman syang hindi maganda galing sa mga pinsan namin. Nanginginig ako that moment dahil gusto ko sapakin isa-isa yong mga pinsan ko.

Pagkatapos ng call na yon, Ma’am P. said, “may problema kayo!” and I told her “yes I think so ma’am, that’s my sister!” and ang sabi ni ma’am P. “there’s a woman behind you, kanina pa yan nakatayo at nakinig sa ating usapan! Lumingon ako and dagdag ni ma’am P. na “she looks like you” and sabi ko “ma’am wag magjoke! Kasi patay na ang mama ko at siya lang ang kamukha ko!” she said seriously na “nasa likod siya kanina pa, nakangiti naman siya binabantayan ka niya!” and biglang tumulo luha ko talaga kasi alam ko mama ko yon eh, alam ko rin that  moment when my sister called me, kailangan talaga ng kapatid ko na ipagtanggol ko siya. sa oras na iyon ang sabi ko sa sarili ko "TANG INA SI MA'AM TOTOO PALA ANG KANYANG 3rd EYE!!!!" (may usapan na kasing may 3rd eye si ma'am at hindi naman alam ni ma'am p. na patay na ang mama ko)

That moment, I was in hurry to leave. Ma’am p. offered that she will pray for me, we prayed together and I gained that confidence na matagal ko na sanang ginawa sa mga pinsan ko. Ang moment na yon, na sinabi ni ma’am p. na nasa likod ang mama ko, at she prayed for me, I left na malakas ang loob ko harapin ang pinsan kong malakas makapanlait at manghusga.

I left the school and I called my cousin, war na war talaga sa celpon kasi sumisigaw na ako sa galit ko, simpleh lang naman ang sinabi ko “bakit kayo ang naghahanap ng benefits ng mama ko, we don’t even care for that anymore because we have a situation pa and hindi naman kayo anak to look for that, whatever obligation we have sa hospital, amin na iyon, responsibility na namin yon! Ang hirap sa inyo kasi mga swapang kayo!” mura to the max at nanginginig talaga yong kamay ko, boses ko at paa ko sa galit that time. Hindi pa ako actually  nacontento talaga. Tinawag ko ang pinsan ko para harapin ako. Ayaw niyang pumunta sa bahay instead nagpunta sa isang kapatid ng mama ko, doon kami nagmeet.

Boom! Bang!!! Sumabog talaga ako sa galit!!! The best I know na sinabi ko sa kanya was “kung sinasabi mong nakarma kami dahil kami ang pamilyang tinitingala niyo at nalugmok kami, have you heard of yourself? Kami ba talaga ang nakarma o kayo? Hindi ka pa pinanganak, may karma  na ang pamilya niyo dahil tatlo ang kabit ng tatay mo at hindi naitago yan sa inyo!! Wag niyo kaming idamay sa pagiging ampalaya niyo sa buhay niyo dahil may buhay din kami na amin lang!!!” ang dami kong sinabi na matagal ko na sanang ginawa talaga!!! I swear pero nagtimpi ako dahil ayaw ko magkagulo ang mga uncle at auntie ko lalo na magworry yong mama ko.

Sa lahat ng mga usapan na kasali ang emosyon, umiiyak ako, hindi ako makapagsalita pero sa moment na nagkaron ng confrontation, WALA, WALA AKONG LUHA!!! Ang tapang ko!!! Sabi nga ng kapatid ko, para akong nanay ko dahil kung magsalita, direct to the point at nakaka samurai yong dila ko! Punong puno talaga ako sa araw na yon.

Siguro kung hindi dahil kay ma’am p. hindi ko magawa ang pagkakataong yon! Siguro yon ang naghudyat sa akin na gawin ko na ang confrontation na yon dahil yon na ang tamang pagkakataon kong sumabog! Mula sa araw na iyon, nareconcile ang relationship namin magpipinsan, at dahil doon hindi na nila kami minamaliit at natapos din ang bayangan ng mga magpipinsan, ang relationship din ng mga tita at tito ko naayos rin. MINSAN ok ang confrontation sa tamang paraan.

Pero para sa’yo ma’am P. hindi ko talaga makalimutan ang moment na binigyan mo ako ng Goosebumps.

P.S.

Pasensya muna kayo hindi ako nakapagreply sa mga comments at hindi ako nakadalaw sa inyong mga bahay, busy lang talaga dahil sa mga requirements at malapit na rin ang midterm. Babawi ako pagnagkaron ako ng time. Salamat sa walang pagod at sawa na dalawin ako dito, napapasaya niyo ako kahit pagod na pagod.

 

Weighing Emotions

As I went home tonight, there are a lot of things in my mind. I thought of those times when I started to learn how to accept things just the way they are.

I couldn’t forget the first two weeks in school, I burst it out, and I can’t control those emotions that I have at that time. I felt the weight in my heart because every day, it always reminds me of my mom. Everything is so fresh, the pain is still there, the wounds won’t heal, and it’s getting even deeper. I tried to give a part of myself to let it out, to somehow let my ill feelings out through a professional help from our program coordinator. I had mixed emotions because she was a very good friend of my mom; she knew almost everything what happened to my mom’s career and our life. i know that “papunta pa lang ako, pabalik na siya” The feelings I had that moment was like the first time I knew I have given a “transparent” emotion towards her, I couldn’t help myself anymore, it was really heavy, so definitely she is not a friend of my mom that moment, not even our program coordinator but a friend.

I have no one to talk about it at home, the more I shared it with my sister the more I felt that anger and hatred so I have to choose not to say anything about it or I am going to take more pain from her side. I was so silent all those years, I have seen how my mom cried day and night, every moment she remembered how her co-social workers betrayed her. Everyone thought that I was strong because I don’t let my emotions visible to everyone. I am not a talky type of a person; I am passive because to some situations that I just wanted to ignore it so I will not get hurt.

Social work has opened my eyes, my heart and emotions. If I was the person who says a few words, now i am person who wanted to share more. I tried to understand every point in my life where there is too much pain, frustration, desperation and hurt but sometimes I would end up asking still “why?” I am not questioning why God gave us this instead I am asking for a question of “why it has to go that far?”

Well, now I slowly start to pick up the broken pieces in my life. 

Personal Encounter Activity

I have a lot of thoughts running through in my mind now. I don’t even know where and how to start. But anyways, today I had a blast from our workshop on social development encounter. At first I was a bit anxious because I know where it will lead but I believed that I wasn’t able to give all myself to the workshop because definitely I did not burst out. I know there are still a lot of things in me that is need to be processed but I guess today was not enough to deal my personal thoughts and emotions. Slowly I already have this acceptance that things in the past will always be a history but there are still questions in my mind that needs an answer.

During the workshop, my thoughts are running, my emotions are puzzled.  I know that there are a lot of people out there whom have bigger problems than what I had but there is only one word I wanted to search, I wanted to find it, I wanted to reach it “justice.” I believed that entering the world of social work is one point in my life to search for those questions, to find myself even better.

Sometimes, I don’t want to hear anything from home, I don’t want to hear my sister’s heartache over those people whom have been a part of my mom’s death because it will create hatred on my part, I started to get angry again, I even wanted more to seek justice. They didn’t kill my mom literally but they get the life where my mom should have it until she grew old.

I know this is only the beginning of my journey as a social work student, I may not answer some questions now but I am hoping to find those answers along the way. I couldn’t even give a single answer to a simple question of “is there revenge deep in your heart now?” honestly, I don’t know. I may be hypocrite to answer that but all I can say is “I really don’t know because I don’t know what will happen tomorrow; I don’t know what will come in my way!” There are simple questions that stunned me somehow, I just carried it well.

I have enjoyed our activity today and I am looking forward for more activities next semester. There are a lot learning’s today and I am grateful to have along with us Mam M. , Mam Winnie and Mam Melfie. Thanks to you all!

Well, yeah I guess maybe I need help professionally. I will just take time to absorb everything.

Bearing the sweet fruits

I thought I was done making a blog.

After I made the blog earlier, I went out to find my mom’s red file box. I asked my sister about it but she just nodded so I have no choice but to look inside the master’s bedroom. It was really unusual because when I opened the door I paused for no reason and my tears again started to fell. I looked into the bed where I always see my mom lying whenever I came home late at night. Once again, I started to feel the loss. I still grieve.

Whenever I feel the loss, I always remember those people whom have been a part of my mom’s death. So much I really wanted to be strong to face life every day without bitterness, hatred and anger, still my strength is not enough to fight back, to move on. There’s no easy way to forgive when you know that you have lost everything. The only thing that we have now, with my sister and papa is the principle, dignity, wisdom, reputation and values that my mom imparted to us.

I’ve tasted the sweetest word from other people whom have appreciated my mom’s good deeds. It’s true that “kung ano ang tinanim, yon ang aanihin mo” and I am proud to say that my mom has done her part in the society and I am bearing those fruits now. It is hard for us but the least we can do is to accept that mom is not with us anymore. I don’t want to think deeply that mom died already because every night or moment is a tear jerking.

I remained strong when my mom’s wake is going on until we finally said our goodbyes. They see me as mom’s carbon copy, physically and some of her mannerisms, ability and the like. Just when everybody thought that I am that strong, that I have a hard heart but what others didn’t know, I am so weak emotionally. i always have a late reaction to all the things that is happening in my life especially when it comes to emotions and my feelings. My life has been closed in the past, I refrained from sharing my emotions it’s not because that I am afraid of rejection but it is just a choice to keep it. Now, it is my choice the same to open everything in my life, I guess it’s about time to share what I have been through to lessen the pain I am feeling now.