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September 29, 2006

Mga Bagong Leksyon sa Buhay

Filed under: Uncategorized — cheingles @ 4:03 am

Ang mga sumusunod ay dala ng matagal na pagmumuni-muni: 

1. A candidate for the position of student council President in our school held a piece of bond paper up for all the students to see. Curious, we all craned our necks, trying to get a better view. There was some black thing on the center of the page. “Tuldok!” “Bilog na itim!” “Dot!” several attendees of the meeting de avance shouted in reply.

He paused and smiled with amusement. He went on to point out that often, people tend to see only what’s imperfect, a small stain on an otherwise immaculately white piece of paper.

Even though the parallelism was quite vague, what he pointed out got me thinking. I remembered a quote that goes, “When you do something right, nobody ever remembers. When you do something wrong, nobody ever forgets.” Sa dinami-dami ng bagay na ginawang tama, mas madaling maalala yung mga bagay na nakasakit sa atin. Kahit ‘di pa man sinasadya, “Ah basta! Sinaktan mo ko!” Ayun na. Tapos ang usapan.

It takes years to build trust, and only a single wrong action, a message incorrectly worded, fit of anger, to ruin it all in one sweep. We can do a hundred good things for the people we love, but one bad move can cause even what we thought were the most stable of relationships to just fall apart. This goes both ways, by the way.

And then we are hardened by the experience—no matter who or what caused it. And then we become cynical and bitter and scared about relationships. The unpleasant experience of pain makes us defensive. The desire to try again is eclipsed by the greater fear of being hurt once more.

May naiisip pa nga akong analogy eh. Tipong, isang bata na naghahanap ng pinakamatibay na punongkahoy para maging katuwang nya sa lahat ng bagay. Para malaman kung gaano katibay ang puno, kung ano-anong pagsubok ang ginagawa nya dito. Pag bumagsak sa huli, agad na nyang iisipin sa sarili, “Hindi ka naman pala matibay eh!” Tapos, lilipat na sya sa panibagong puno. Idaraan muli ito sa iba’t ibang pagsubok. May minsanang naging matatag at muntikan ng nagtagumpay at nalampasan na ang halos lahat. Pero pagdating sa dulo, hindi na nakayanan ang mga pagsubok ng bata at bumigay din. Hindi na iniisip ang mga panahong kalilipas pa lamang, hindi na maaalala ng bata na ang puno na ito ay nakasama na rin nya ng matagal at nakapasa sa halos lahat ng pagsubok na ginawa nya. Ngunit walang saysay ang lahat ng ito sa bata. Ang tanging alam lang nya ay bumigay ang puno. “Hindi ka naman pala matibay eh!,” muli nyang sinabi sa punong ito. “Mahina ka rin at katulad ka lang nila,” kahit sa totoo naman ay iba talaga sya. Nakalimutan na ng bata ang lahat ng pinag-daanan kasama ang punong ito, kaya sa kalaunan ay iniwan na nya ito at lumipat sa iba. Patuloy na nakakaramdam ng pagka-bigo dahil wala syang mahanap na matibay na puno.

I think everyone is guilty of the same offense: focusing only in the bad in things, in situations, in people. It is human tendency, I guess. Regardless of intentions or motives, everyone does it to everyone else. It is a fair game.

Thus, forgiveness is key. And so is acceptance of others’ and our own frailties, too. It is a fair game.

2. A fallout in a relationship does not necessarily mean that what you had was weak, that it was built on a lie, on pretenses, or on false hopes. It doesn’t mean that the caring wasn’t real…

3. Healing takes time. It may take days, weeks, months, or for some, even years. It cannot be rushed or coerced or forced into happening. It just does. And, so long as it is the right time, it happens even without need for much effort.

4. I realize that I’m done with arguing. I used to love debates. Confidence, coherence of thoughts, eloquence, and a loud-enough voice are the usual ingredients that make a good debater. But almost soon after high school, I realized the futility of arguing over both significant and insignificant things. Oh, and there are two topics I never argue about: 1) Love and 2) Religion.

You couldn’t change my mind and I know I couldn’t change yours, so what’s the point?

5. Every Saturday nights, I attend the Singles Ministry, an activity organized by our church, CCF, that tackles different concerns that most yuppies face.

Two Saturdays were devoted to discussions on Relationships. The Pastor had some really interesting points. From bad listening habits (and I realize now that I am guilty of almost all of them!), to factors that often cause rifts in relationships… he opened my eyes to so many things I didn’t really give much thought to before.

Through his talk, I realize that most of us struggle with talking too fast, of hurriedly passing judgment, of instantly assuming we are reading situations and people correctly, and that how we see and call it is how it really is. Relationship strains often stem from assumptions that we know those very close to us, when in reality, there’s no knowing someone completely, absolutely. And then we feel bad when those we love react differently from how we expect them to, because then we are proven wrong about our long-held beliefs about them. These expectations do not mean we’re bad people, but conversely, it doesn’t mean those who caused us disappointment are bad, either.

I had a best friend in first year high school. We don’t call each other best friends anymore, pero barkada ko pa rin sya hanggang ngayon. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me bringing up this little story, though I’d rather not write her name here. Itago na lang natin sya sa pangalang “T,” Ate Charo. J 

T and I were inseparable. We were so close we even shared one diary na sinusulatan pa namin ng kung ano-anong updates about each other’s day kahit magkasama din naman kami araw-araw! I loved her a lot, but it was difficult being with her, too. She was just jealous of everyone! When we’re in a group, ayaw nya ng mas may kakausapin ako kesa sa kanya. I remember this one time (and I always tease her about this ‘til now!), there was a new guy in the group na chinichika ko kasi nga new student sya and I wanted him to feel comfortable. He was a really funny guy and we were just laughing about something when all of a sudden, T just stood up and shouted, “Sige, solohin mo na si Cheryl!” Needless to say, I was surprised. I wasn’t even aware she was boiling up inside.

That event quickly developed negatively. We didn’t talk for how many months. We were able to patch things up eventually and, as I said a while ago, we still belong to the same close-knit barkada up to now. But it changed my view about relationships. After T, it took well over 6 years before I called another soul a “best friend” again.

It is far from easy, being in such a tight bond with someone. It has countless, incomparable perks but it is indeed a real challenge. Somehow, you both feel this indescribable “obligation” of constantly proving to each other that, hey, you are the most important person (or, at least, friend) in the world to me. This pressure causes immense strain, and it takes a lot for a relationship to be able to endure such force without tearing or breaking in the long run. 

6. Where did we get the idea that if we don’t forgive people, they suffer? Sabi yan ni Andrew Matthews, ang isa sa kaunting self-help authors na pinaniniwalaan ko.

7. Even the most hurtful of experiences comes with great lessons to be learned. Perhaps acceptance and respect for another’s decision is crucial in getting over a difficult phase. And as I undergo painful changes, I draw not only from our own strength but from my God who I trust would never put me in situations I wasn’t built strong enough to withstand.

Lord, I do not always understand you, but I will obey you. And I trust that the reason why all this had to happen would be revealed to me in time.             

8. Our lifetimes are way too short to be spent on hatred.

September 12, 2006

Mga Kanta, Ang Batibot at Iba Pang Usapang Paslit

Filed under: Uncategorized — cheingles @ 11:00 am

Ang tagal ko nang gustong gumawa ng log ng lahat ng mga songs and chants na madalas gamitin ng mga bata noon pag naglalaro. Ngayon ko lang na-realize na nakakatawa pala ang mga ito, at karamihan sa kanila eh talaga namang walang sense! May nagsabi nga sa akin na meron daw dating foreigners asking for some sort of rule book on the Philippines’s street games. It’s amazing how, even with the non-existence of such rule books or song books for that matter, halos lahat ng mga ka-henerasyon ko eh alam ang lyrics ng mga kanta at pano laruin ang mga games na kinalakhan ko.

Eto ang ilan sa mga kanta at chants na naaalala ko:

Timpalok…

Actually, di ko sigurado kung ito nga ba ang title nito. Basta ang tanda ko lang ay may sagutan portion pa ang chant na ito…

Child 1: Saan ka pupunta?

Child 2: Sa Amerika!

Child 1: Anong dala mo?

Child 2: Gitara!

Child 1: Patugtugin mo nga!

Child 2: Timpalok, timpalok, tae ng manok!

Hahaha. Walang sense di ba? Ni hindi ko nga alam kung ano ang kahulugan ng “timpalok” at kung ano ang kaugnayan nito sa tae ng manok…

Monkey, Monkey, Annabelle

Monkey, Monkey, Anabelle

How many the monkey did you see? (Kamusta naman ang grammar)

**may sasagot ng bilang ng mga players**

And a riki-tiki-tik and a blue black sheep

Is-pel Yes. Y-E-S

Is-pel No. N-O.

And out you go!

Tarzan, Tarzan

Eto ang peborit tag game naming magpipinsan. At ngayon, eto na rin ang peborit kong pagtawanan dahil tunay na nakakaaliw ang lyrics nya!

Tarzan, Tarzan love Jane (talagang walang “s” eto!)

Jane love Boy

Boy love Cheetah

Cheetah love banana

Banana Q! (HAHAHAHAHA!)

Langit-Lupa

Ito naman ang perfect combination ng blasphemy at violence…

Langit, lupa, impiyerno

Im-im-impiyerno!

**Tapos crossfade sa isa pang violence-filled song…

Saksak Puso

Saksak puso, tulo ang dugo!

Patay! Buhay!

U-ma-lis ka na di-to!

Nena

Ito naman ang isang bastos na kantang pang-bata…

Si Nena ay sanggol pa

Kaya ang sabi nya ay um-ah! Um-ah-ah! (habang nagmo-motion ng sanggol na dumedede)

Si Nena ay dalaga na

Kaya ang sabi nya ay um-ah! Um-aj-ah! (at pabastos ito ng pabastos habang lumalaki si Nena…)

Indian Pana

Indian Pana, kakana-kana!

Tatlong b**log, kakalog-kalog!

(Yun na yun)

Nanay, Tatay

Ito naman ay nagtuturo ng wrong values. Kasi yung bata, inuutusang ang mga magulang nya. Ito rin ang nagbibigay ng impression na hindi okay ang magka-mali.

Nanay, Tatay, gusto kong tinapay

Gusto kong kape!

Lahat ng gusto ko ay susundin niyo!

Sinong sasali sa larong ito?

Ang syang magkamali ay pipingutin ko!

Bubuka ang bulaklak

Nabwiset talaga ako sa Viva Hot Babes dahil binaboy nila ang kantang ito. Hmp!

Bubuka ang bulaklak, sasara ang bulaklak

Dadaan ang reyna, sasayaw ng cha-cha

A-bum-ti-yaya. Bum-tiyaya. Bum-yeye! (repeat 3x)

A-bum!

Chippy-Chippy Gum

Ito yung game na may fancy hand movements pa!

Chippy-chippy gum is the bubble gum

Masarap ito at malinamnam

Bumili kayo sa tindahan

Chippy-chippy gum is the bubble gum!

Jack and Poy

Jack and Poy

Halle, halle-hoy

Sinong matalo, syang unggoy!

Bato-bato-pik

Bato-bato-pik! Bato-bato-pik! (dere-derecho lang hanggang sa may matalo…)

80s Kid

I love my generation. Kasi pasok tayo sa mga traditional Filipino childhood, pero na-witness din natin ang pag-develop ng iba’t-ibang teknolohiya. Napaka-colorful ng generation na ito. Although minsan, naiinggit ako sa mga taong naka-experience makipaglaban sa diktaturya nung Martial Law (para kasing may dating na mas makahulugan ang pamumuhay ng panahong yun), I guess our own generation has its own struggles and victories to be proud of. 

Mejo worried lang ako sa younger generations I couldn’t help but feel that they are deprived somehow. Wala silang Batibot at Sesame Street (although meron naman silang Dora the Explorer, nagtuturo pa ng Spanish!) Nagtataka nga ako kung baket nahinto ang production ng Batibot. Sa totoo lang, napakalaking impluwensya ng palabas na Batibot sa akin. Ayaw ko noon ng Sesame Street. Loyal Batibot Fan ako. Natuto ako ng moral lessons sa mga kwento nina Kuya Bodjie, Ate Shenna at Kuya Mario. Mahal ko ang lahat ng characters mula kina Kiko Matsing, Pong Pagong, Manang Bola (Perlas na bilog, wag tutulog-tulog. Sabihin mo sa’kin ang sagot. Ba-bebi-bobu!), Irma Daldal sa Likod ng Putting Tabing (Direk! Direk!), Ning-ning at Ging-ging… Hanggang ngayon kabisado ko pa rin ang ilang kanta tulad ng Alin-alin ang Naiba, Pagsama-samahin ang Pare-pareho, Tinapang Bangus, Alaga Namin si Puti, at syempre, ang Batibot Theme. Minsan nga, nakita ko si Kuya Bodjie sa PowerBooks. Gusto ko sya lapitan at kausapin at magpasalamat. Gusto kong malaman nya kung gaano kalaking impluwensya ang Batibot sa kabataan ko.

Nung isang araw daw nag-guest ang Batibot cast sa Unang Hirit. I think may efforts na ibalik ito, kahit sa pamamagitan na lang ng pag-bisita nila sa mga skwelahan. Ang puppets daw na sina Ning-ning at Ging-ging, ginawa na daw lifesize. Sabi nga nag kaopisina ko, si Ning-ning at Ging-ging daw nagmukha nang Susy and Geno (remember, sila yung mga mascot na dumadalaw sa schools natin at namimigay ng Sustagen nung mga bata pa tayo!) Iba pa rin talaga ang original na Batibot!

Lumaki ako sa Barrio Pacita, isang poverty-stricken barrio sa Caloocan City. Baranggay Captain ang daddy ko noon at sa private school ako nag-aaral, pero ang mga kalaro ko eh yung mga anak ng kapitbahay namin. Natuto akong magbasa dahil sa Funny Komiks, sa tulong nina Niknok Manok saka nina Bardagol at Matsutsu sa Planet of the Eyps.

Sobra rin akong hilig sa Cartoons—mula Looney Tunes hanggang sa iba’t ibang Disney Characters (favorite ko si Chip and Dale!). Nagustuhan ko rin ang Carebears…

Pero ibang-iba na ngayon. Nung isang araw, napanood ko sa HBO ang Carebears, 3D na! Pati sina Mickey Mouse, 3D na din! Pero hindi ako natuwa. Tapos, sabi nila sa ibang bansa, si Donald Duck pinagbawal kasi wala daw shorts. Bawal na rin yata ipalabas sina Tom and Jerry (ang sabi ng kapatid ko, dahil daw ito sa ilang eksenang nakikita si Tom na naninigarilyo). Lahat ng cartoons na ito ay pinanood ko ng sobra-sobra, pero wala naman itong naging masamang epekto sa aking paglaki. Hindi naman ako lumaking bastos o perverted dahil sa nakita ko si Donald Duck na walang shorts. Hindi rin naman ako lumaking violent dahil napanood kong naghahabulan sina Coyote at Road Runner. Kung nag-yosi man ako noon, malayo naman na impluwensya ni Tom the Cat ang dahilan. Para sa akin, ang masarap nga sa pagiging bata eh yung wala kang malisya, wala kang pinag-iisipan ng masama o kabastusan. Naiinis nga ako don sa mga ibang taong wala nang ibang malay gawin kundi hanapan ng reklamo pati ang mga cartoons, ang “demonic” messages daw kapag binack-mask ang mga kanta, ang mga “subliminal” meanings sa kahit anong likha na kadalasan naman eh exaggerated na lang at dulot lang ng mapag-hinala at maduming pag-iisip.

Palagay ko, kaya lalong lumalaking intolerant at impatient ang mga bata ngayon eh dahil naging overprotective na ang society. Dahil sa kapraningang dulot ng kung ano-anong pag-aaral, lumiliit ng lumiliit ang mundong naiiwan sa mga bata para mag-enjoy, maka-discover ng mga bagay, at makaipon ng mga alaalang babalikan nila kasama ng mga ka-edad nila hanggang sa pagtanda.

Parang mas na-develop sa kanila ang takot sa kung ano-anong bagay. Kami noon, ang naaalala ko lang na kinatatakutan namin ay a) ma-kidnap ng Bumbay; b) Multo sa bodega; c) Mapalo ng nanay/tatay. Pero libre kaming lumabas tuwing hapon, makipag-takbuhan sa kalsada na walang takot sa germs, Abu Sayyaf, kidnap for ransom… Ngayon, nakakalungkot na wala na halos mga batang naglalaro sa kalye. Para sa akin, dito pa naman unang nade-develop ang people skills, ang human interaction…dito ka unang natututo mag-handle ng rejection, ng pagka-talo…dito mo una nare-realize ang value ng teamwork… 

Sana lang hindi masyadong maging deprived ang mga bata. Wag sana silang pag-bawalang magbasa ng komiks o manood ng cartoons. Hayaan sana silang maglaro tuwing may pagkakataon. I’d love for my kids to have as a great a childhood as I, as well as most friends I know who are from the same generation, had. 

September 11, 2006

Little Checheboo

Filed under: Uncategorized — cheingles @ 2:47 am

I had a good childhood.

Summers were mostly spent in my grandmother’s house in Camarin. I remember how my cousins and I (there were around 13 of us, our ages ranging from 4-11) would always wake up to the scent of butter and freshly baked pandesal wafting in the air.

We were all coffee-drinkers even as young kids. Thanks or no thanks to my lola (Nanay to us) who, despite having lived in Manila for years, still led the Batangueña way of life. Mornings in her household when all her granchildren were there were replete with tiny chairs and tables hunched closely together, bags and bags of pandesal, thermos filled with hot water, and coffee cups of all shapes and sizes.

You will know when the kids with Ingles as their surnames or middle names are up because the entire house reverberates with noise and energy. Childhood frolics abound, and adults’ pleas of "Wag kayong maingay!" almost always remain unheeded.

Games usually follow soon after breakfast. We’d play tag…Tarzan-Tarzan, Langit-Lupa, Saksak-Puso, Pass the Message, Taguan-pung, Taguan-Tsinelas, Open the Basket, Trip to Jerusalem, Multo-multuhan, Bahay-bahayan… There was never a need for toys.

As a kid, I was such a weakling. Lampa, they used to call me. I couldn’t run fast (no one wanted me on their team as that meant having to save me all the time because I was always the first one to get tagged). I didn’t like physical games for I tripped on my own feet all the time.

The upside is that I often got praised by Aunts and Uncles because I was always quiet, choosing to stay in my own little corner and playing with a doll or reading a book while my cousins ran and ran. "Tingnan nyo si Che-che! Hindi malikot!"

If I am not playing by myself or reading, I could be found listening to older people’s conversations and, when I am feeling more courageous, asking gazillions of questions. I drove my mom crazy with my questioning, really. My curiosity is insatiable, even then–always yearning to know more, always wanting to find out why. Even now that I have grown, my favorite line is still, "Eh baket?!"

Afternoon siesta would include either watching video tapes (Betamax and VHS tapes pa lang ang meron non, optical discs were unheard of), or playing Mario 1 sa Nintendo. All of these small luxuries were courtesy of our Ninang Baby, our aunt who’s based in LA and takes pleasure in pampering and showering gifts upon her little nephews and nieces. I don’t know what it is with kids, but they just tend to watch the same movie over and over again without ever getting tired. In our case, it was Private School starring Phoebe Cates (we’d cover our eyes with our little hands whenever there were kissing scenes—with some guilt-laden peeking from time to time, of course). Oh, that and Sharon Cuneta’s Bituing Walang Ningning (ito ang orihinal na storya ng buhay ni Dorina Pineda).

As for Nintendo, we, the younger ones, were content with just watching our Kuya Allan (ang panganay sa magpipinsan) play. He was such a Nintendo whiz! Sya ang naka-discover ng lahat ng Warp Zones. Sya ang naka-discover ng lahat ng tricks (pati yung 300 lives sa World 3). Sya ang unang naka-ligtas kay Princess. We were supposed to take turns in playing, but he’d never die (sa game, I mean)! Hanggang sa natanggap na lang naming na mas masarap na lang manood at mag-cheer kesa makipag-agawan sa kanya sa controls.

When we got older, the running games, the video-watching, and Nintendo-playing just sort of faded. Now, our get-togethers are sure to include ciggies and booze. Some of my cousins are even married and already have their own kids. That house in Camarin has already been sold. It remains irreplaceable.

It has been almost two decades ago, but the memories are as fresh as ever…