Thursday, December 29, 2005
In his fourth letter, Rilke writes:
"...[H]ave patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. Perhaps you do carry within you the possibility of creating and forming, as an especially blessed and pure way of living; train yourself for that - but take whatever comes, with great trust, and as long as it comes out of your will, out of some need of your innermost self, then take it upon yourself, and don't hate anything."
It is a comfort to know that someone, even though long gone, understands the need for answers and encourages me to live with the questions. The struggle is not new, after all.
Monday, December 26, 2005
While surfing on this Christmas night, I chanced upon a webpage, "The Best of Philippine Short Stories". I quote my favorite part below. It still speaks strongly to me, of staring at stars and waiting for something to happen, only to realize that the dream you've had for so long does not yield the perfect happiness you had hoped for. Something like that. The original words sound much better.
She had not changed much--a little less slender, not so eagerly alive, yet something had gone. He missed it, sitting opposite her, looking thoughtfully into her fine dark eyes. She asked him about the home town, about this and that, in a sober, somewhat meditative tone. He conversed with increasing ease, though with a growing wonder that he should be there at all. He could not take his eyes from her face. What had she lost? Or was the loss his? He felt an impersonal curiosity creeping into his gaze. The girl must have noticed, for her cheek darkened in a blush.
Gently--was it experimentally?--he pressed her hand at parting; but his own felt undisturbed and emotionless. Did she still care? The answer to the question hardly interested him.
The young moon had set, and from the uninviting cot he could see one half of a star-studded sky.
So that was all over.
Why had he obstinately clung to that dream?
So all these years--since when?--he had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens.
An immense sadness as of loss invaded his spirit, a vast homesickness for some immutable refuge of the heart far away where faded gardens bloom again, and where live on in unchanging freshness, the dear, dead loves of vanished youth.The website I copied it from said that "[t]his is the 1925 short story that gave birth to modern Philippine writing in English".
It just might give birth again to serious writing in this blog.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th'unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head:
'There is no peace on earth, ' I said
'For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.'
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.'
Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Saturday, December 24, 2005
In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus
that the whole world should be enrolled.
This was the first enrollment,
when Quirinius was governor of Syria.
So all went to be enrolled, each to his own town.
And Joseph too went up from Galilee from the town of Nazareth
to Judea, to the city of David that is called Bethlehem,
because he was of the house and family of David,
to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child.
While they were there,
the time came for her to have her child,
and she gave birth to her firstborn son.
She wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger,
because there was no room for them in the inn.
Now there were shepherds in that region living in the fields
and keeping the night watch over their flock.
The angel of the Lord appeared to them
and the glory of the Lord shone around them,
and they were struck with great fear.
The angel said to them,
(Do not be afraid;
for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy
that will be for all the people.
For today in the city of David
a savior has been born for you who is Christ and Lord.
And this will be a sign for you:
you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes
and lying in a manger.(
And suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host with the angel,
praising God and saying:
(Glory to God in the highest
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.)
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I love Lucy. I'm not referring to the TV series, although I saw a tribute to the late Lucille Ball in Universal Studios a couple of weeks ago. I love Lucy Pevensie, played by adorable little actress Georgie Henley. She could make anyone believe in the existence of Santa Claus, the goodness of Aslan, and the presence of Narnia.
I read the book "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe" by C.S. Lewis when I was very young and then watched the musical presented by Filipino theater company Trumpets when I was in law school. Afterwards, my Ate gifted me with a book containing the entire Chronicles of Narnia and I read the other six volumes in the series. I was then one of the millions waiting for the lion, the witch, and the famous wardrobe to hit the big screen.
The Chronicles of Narnia, brought to the screen by the certified feel-good masters of Disney, slowly unwrapped like a package of Turkish Delight. It erased the dark memory of King Long from my family's imagination (see previous post for my comments on the King Kong remake). This movie made fantasy a happy reality for us. The special effects made sense and were essential to the story and were, in fact, flawless. The actors - played by four children, a witch, and a lion - were perfectly cast. Lucy's innocence and kind-heartedness captured the audience and reminded us all that there was no winter too cold that Aslan could not thaw into spring.
Christmas is the best time to watch this film. For unto us a child was born, but he died in our place, like what Aslan did for Edmund. And then He rose again, putting our fears to rest and bringing our hopes into reality. The priest at mass yesterday said that we should look at Christmas from the point of view of the Resurrection so that we could see the whole picture. This film's theme does exactly that, for it's not just about the adventures of four children who had to face their own war, but it introduces us to the world of Narnia, where Aslan reigns and brings life, one that may be lived to the fullest.
In Narnia, love does not kill, but it brings life - to trees, rivers, humans, fauns, and beavers alike. Humans rule as stewards of Narnia, waiting for Aslan's return. It is a story of hope and a story of faith as well.
I am looking forward to the next Narnia movie, but until that time comes, I have enough good memories to live by, for I believe in Narnia, and I wait with the Pevensie children for the coming of Aslan.
I was in the audience when my cousin egged me to pose for a souvenir photo. I was so shy and kept shaking my head when my cousin, camera poised and ready, motioned for me to move closer. The man with the top hat noticed and pulled me nearer so I could join the frame. I was used to caroling in QC, Pasig and Makati. It was my first time to do so on Main St., Disneyland.
"So Long, King Kong: What's taking you so long?"
"The Long Kong"
"Making the King Kong Too Long"
We went last Sunday night to the movies not because we wanted to see the huge gorilla but because it was Peter Jackson who directed it. Like the rest of the world, we wanted to see this genius' take on a monstrous story and be swept in the fantastic world of movie magic. After all, we saw some of the movie sets they used during our recent visit to Universal Studios in Hollywood.
Peter Jackson flexed his directing muscles all right, but clearly he was entertaining himself and not his audience. On the way home from the three-hour long hodgepodge of drama, action and comedy rolled into one, my sister, her bf, and my mom felt cheated of three hours of our lives.
Maybe Peter Jackson thought he was making another trilogy:
Part One: How the Blonde Girl Won a Role in an Imaginary Movie
Part Two: The Island and the Overkill of Monsters
Part Three: King Kong: Lost in New York
If George Lucas could use a scriptwriter, in my book Peter Jackson needs an editor, one who is more considerate of his audience's time. It took him an hour to get to the island and introduce the hero of the film and another hour to end the movie. Waiting for the film to end was like waiting for the dentist to finish your root canal. It was painful, yet you had to sit through everything to endure it.
I am an ice skating fan but there is nothing cute about King Kong sliding through ice while the residents of New York city were having the scare of their lives. I have no problem with temporary suspension of disbelief but this time, director Peter Jackson went too far. There were too many closeups on the beautiful, skinny heroine and too many bugs and too many monsters. Director Peter Jackson tried to communicate several themes at the same time - a satire on Hollywood, a tribute to great movies, a remake that seeks to improve on the original, a love story, and countless other sub-themes. One could see Moulin Rouge, Jurassic Park, Chicago and other films woven into this one's storyline.
My family and I would have appreciated the film had it been separated into three separate movies, one hour each.
Don't take my word for it, though, go watch the movie, but do it only when you don't have work the next day, otherwise you won't have the time to spare for this.
I am a fan of Peter Jackson's LOTR trilogy. Maybe he did this film thinking of the pressure fans like me placed on his shoulders to come up with something half as good as the three classics he already accomplished.
You tried too hard, Mr. Jackson. I would have been satisfied with the love story angle alone (but that's just me!). Other people would have survived on the gore factor. Still, others would have been entertained enough with the vaudeville act.
You can't please all of us at the same time. We would appreciate your work more if you had kept your focus.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
It's a beautiful song and it captures the prayers of Mary and Joseph based on the gospel for today. It started with Mary's response, then Joseph's response, then finally I found myself singing about my own response to God.
I spent a lot of time on the internet looking for the lyrics, considering I didn't catch its title. I found it after using one keyword: "understand". It was also the word that struck me most. I may not understand the wisdom of Your plan, but I'll answer Lord, Let it be. Let it be done unto me.
Let it Be Done
1. When she heard the voice of God
calling her to be
the instrument he needed
to bring our world the King of Kings,
she could not understand
the wisdom of God's plan, but still she answered:
"Let it be. Let it be done unto me."
2. When he heard the voice of God
calling him to stand
and take the virgin as his wife
and teach her child to be a man,
he could not understand
the wisdom of God's plan, but still he answered:
"Let it be. Let it be done unto me."
And we say: "Yes, Lord,
we're ready to receive.
Yes, Lord, we're ready to believe.
Let it be. Let it be done unto me."
3. When we hear the voice of God
calling out our names,
Lord, we pray you give us faith
to answer you in anything.
And we may not understand
the wisdom of your plan, but we will answer:
"Let it be. Let it done unto me."
Sunday, December 18, 2005
From Left: Papa, Tito Ludi Cruz-Herrera, Peachy del Rosario, (hidden) Auntie Nene del Rosario, Tito Bing CH (hidden), Josh, Debbie, Richard, Mama, Uncle Bert DR, Dr. Melissa Cruz-Herrera del Rosario, Tita Yollie CH, and moi.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
While under the influence of drugs (Serc lang, prescribed by doctors) I opened my eyes to see my dream houses. While driving along the mansions at Palos Verdes in LA I started to dream again of owning such a house in front of the beach. My Uncle said that mostly doctors, scientists, politicians, and actors could afford those houses.
Well I am a dreamer and that's what I do - dream. I met two new aunts (my dad's cousins) and an aunt-in-law who all encouraged me to, guess what, move to America. I could not get past the "What does your daughter do?" "She's a lawyer" (my mom/dad's reply) introduction. They've all heard of Sandiganbayan, my previous office, but not of Lingkod. To spare me from telling a very long story I did not elaborate, just that I'm working now for something I believe in, I'm fulfilled and happy, although not earning that much to buy my parents their dream house, let alone mine. :) But we're ok.
I don't have to clean a dream house - it's always perfectly clean. I don't have to worry about repairs and bills. I can close my eyes, with or without the side effect of drowsiness from my meds, I could clearly see my beachfront property.
Mama told me, "You could always marry a doctor who could buy you a house here. When you were young a fortune-teller said you would marry a doctor."
Fortune teller... I replied, "No, Ma, that was MY dream when I was young. I didn't need a fortune-teller to tell me that. Anyway that's not exactly the dream now."
The dream now is just the house.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
I just have to post the lyrics to this song that's been playing in my ear for a week now. I have like a hundred songs in my nano but not this one yet, so until I get my hands into my CDs back home, I'm just going to sing this duet with myself. Hey this is possible, don't think "doble kara", but imagine my nephew Miko who can sing Summer Nights from Grease doing both Danny and Sandy's voices. Speaking of Grease, let me digress a bit, my nephew Justine (By Ate Joy and Kuya Edwin Ruiz) is playing the lead role in Grease tomorrow and we're all going to watch. A whole barangay of us.
Now back to the song that I have to get out of my head and into my blog in order to get rid of it:
I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering splendid
Tell me, princess now when did
You last let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world
Now I'm in a whole new world with you
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world
(Aladdin: Don't you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see
(Aladdin: Hold your breath-it gets better)
I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be
A whole new world
(Jasmine: Every turn a surprise)
With new horizons to pursue
(Jasmine: Every moment, red letter)
I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you
A whole new world
A whole new world
That's where we'll be
That's where we'll be
A thrilling chase
A wondrous place
For you and me
Ok folks that's my share of cheese for the remainder of the year! It kinds of describes how I've been feeling the past few weeks. Every moment, red letter. Endless carpet ride. I know I'm not really singing solo. It's a duet, with God. It's a chorus, with the people He sends my way. It's an orchestra, with the beauty of His creation around me.
Is it possible to take in all these good feelings in a jar, or a photo perhaps, that I could take out on a rainy day, like when I run out of hope, or forget about being a princess and become a soldier once more? I can't document everything, but I sure hope the R & R is working its magic and storing the memories for when I need to use them someday.
I have a sinking feeling I'll need to be reminded of all these blessings once I get back into the rhythm of the real world once more.
Last week, we went to Disneyland and California Adventure on the same day, hopping from one theme park to the other following the pace set by my cousin, Ate Jean, who wanted us to see the best shows in just one day. I didn't feel the exhaustion then because at Disneyland everyone had a silly kind of happy feeling. People wore hats, ate sweets, smiled at each other, waved at cartoon characters who came to life, sang along Disney songs, and bought souvenir products at astonishing tourist prices. It was a beautiful day, marred only by the rains which soaked us while we watched the parade and hid the fireworks behind dark clouds. I missed Fantasmic too, where they projected the music and lights of Fantasia, one of Disney's earliest classics, onto the water. I might go back tomorrow to Disneyland just for that show! At California Adventure, we soared through California through Soarin; watched Golden Dreams, a story about how dreams came true for this state; and rode the Hollywood Tower of Terror, where I felt my stomach jump down all those thirteen (13!) floors. We bought our picture afterwards, showing our terrified smiles. At Disneyland I went through so many rides - Indiana Jones, Pirates of the Carribean, It's a Small World, Honey I shrunk the Audience, and the Disney Railroad.
Last Wednesday we were at Sea World, famous theme park at San Diego, where we were splashed with water by dolphins. We started out with the Arctic ... Zone? I can't recall at the moment, but I remember having a nice photo with a real live polar bear. We all enjoyed Shamu's show a lot, those killer whales just knew how to hold an audience well. In another life, if not a ballerina, actress, or figure skater, I would probably wish I could be a Sea World trainer. They all have beautiful hair and fit bodies and could swim so gracefully together with their prized fish. I took lots of pictures but cannot upload them yet - did I mention I'm having technical problems out here in Los Angeles? We also enjoyed Pets Rule. However I got a migraine from too much sunlight and all my aunts and uncles agreed that we go home at 3 p.m. for various reasons - they had aching joints, knees, shoulders, feet, name it, my companions had it. But they were all good sports, enjoying a kids' theme park for the sake of a first-timer --> yup that's me.
Today I went to Universal Studios with my niece Serena, Ate Jean, and my parents. Being a movie fan I expected to be awed by movie sets and to be surprised by Mel Gibson jumping out of a train or something. No such luck. The highlight of my day was posing with Wolverine! Hehehe. Jean Grey's loss. Eat your heart out, Rouge! Will post the photo, again, when able. I also have photos with Spiderman (several of them as he's my nephew Miko's favorite superhero), Storm, and Captain America. We went through the famed studio tour - which was simply a tour of sound stages and empty sets. I loved Wisteria Lane though, it was beautiful and I could imagine the desperate housewives walking in and out of those closed doors. We also watched the Special Effects show and the Waterworld show. We the younger ones rode the Return of the Mummy and all got dizzy afterwards. I remembered I had vertigo when they made us go through the high-speed roller coaster ride... backwards. I closed my eyes and joined the screamfest. The show I enjoyed the most was Shrek 4D. I wondered why it was 4D. Should I tell? Hmm let's just say you could get a little wet and a little blown away in there.
While eating ribs at the City Walk tonight, we made a comparison of all theme parks and unanimously agreed that Disneyland is still the best. Its claim of being The Happiest Place on Earth (now the happiest Homecoming, because it's their 50th anniversary) definitely has basis. Papa's most favorite show, however, was at Disney California Adventure - the Aladdin show. He especially liked it when he learned that a lot of Filipinas played Jasmine. While driving back home my niece played the theme song from Aladdin on her car stereo and now I can't get it out of my head!
A whole new world, a dazzling place I never knew... I could sing that song forwards and backwards way back when... I thought it would be nice to sing on one's wedding reception, with the bride and the groom flying off on a magic carpet to go to a hundred places, but before I resurrect dreams here of being a Disney princess, I'd better stop blogging.
It is a whole new world out here. A magic lamp burns inside me even without a genie to wish from.
I seriously have to get this song out of my head.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
I'm away from my usual seasoning of worry-panic-anxiety-guilt-fear that I serve, live, work, play and sleep with. I'm taking steps towards freedom. This grand vacation might make me a better person after all, like what Jake Yap told me.
Out here I'm face-to-face with what I didn't have time for back home - a little laundry, cooking, dishwasing - because I help out. The great houses I live in don't come with angels named Jane (our helper back at QC). I like doing the laundry. I don't mind doing the cooking either! I have the makings of a happy homemaker. Why do pictures of the redhead from Desperate Housewives come to mind?
I've visited three Mission churches here in California - Mission San Jose, Mission San Juan Capistrano, and Mission San Diego. I saw the beginnings of the Catholic faith in the US, which came centuries after the First Mass was celebrated in the Philippines. They said since I'm a "missionary" I might like the missions (they = my parents and relatives). I've enjoyed those trips a lot.
Yesterday, at the chapel at Mission San Diego, I heard from the Lord. I haven't heard Him speak to me clearly in quite some time, perhaps even in months. He told me to "Continue on". I prayed to understand what He meant by that, and today I was assured during my quiet time with God that He has seen the striving that I had been doing - striving to leave my previous life, striving to adjust to a new life, striving to keep focused on my mission despite the material world that is America, striving to be true to myself and my gifts, talents, and dreams. He saw how unsure I was if I had taken the right path. I was being shaken once more, for here I was, a person with two degrees, earning less than our househelper. Have I been following the road set out for me?
Jesus answered me, "Continue on". That word has been impressed upon my heart since yesterday. Despite the uncertainties that I and my environment bring about at every opportunity, Jesus alone provides security. He provided the certainty.
I shall go back to Lingkod in January. To QC. To the Philippines. To my room. I shall try to be a better person, but I shall continue on. I remember now, isn't it written that He is faithful to finish the work He began in us?
I will lie down in green pastures and drink from still waters. I will rest, and then continue on the journey.
I haven't changed my mind (see previous blog).
There was one question that kept popping up weeks leading to this trip and almost everyday since I came here to the U.S. of A.
"Ella, don't you want to stay here in the States?"
Almost every other adult relative I've come in contact with have asked me if I had changed my mind already. Surely the climate here should attract me. Or the convenient ways to shop they have come up with in this country. Or perhaps the success stories of all the Filipinos who have made it big here. There are Catholic communities here too.
Why do I have to keep on answering this question? Why is it on everyone's mind? Can't I just go here to rest?
I told them about my life in the Philippines. I told them law isn't exactly a transferable, let alone migratable, profession. I was told how much money paralegals could make here (I need only ask my law school friend Chip who works as one in New York). I told them I'm not inclined to study law at this point and to take another bar exam.
Will my parents be happier if they live here? The cold weather is bringing out Papa's aches and pains. How could we live without Jane, our angel for the past 10 years who cooks well and does the laundry, gardening, grocery-shopping and all our other errands?
I told them the answer is no.
"You will change your mind."
"That was what your Tito said, look where he is now."
Maybe I would change my mind. I'm female and I'm allowed to do that. But for now, let's stop asking that question, please. They might not like my real answers.
The past three days have been awesome. I went with four couples, take note, FOUR, most of whom are senior citizens (I won't reveal which ones, hehe) to San Diego. Tito Ludi, Tita Fe, Tita Yollie, Tito Bing, Tito Jimmy, and Tita Lea went with Papa, Mama and me to visit Mission San Juan Capistrano, Old Town San Diego, Mission San Diego, Sea World, and even the grave of Uncle Tonio (del Rosario). Together with Nestle Martinez, my uncle-in-law's niece, we discovered new restaurants, shows, and shops. She took us to duty-free window-shopping at the commisary. Her kids Leila and Xavier also joined us after school whenever they could. We ate Chinese food, Thai food, Mexican food, Days Inn food, Sea World food, and lots of chocolates in between.
When was the last time I did something for the very first time? It seems that it has been every minute for the past three weeks! Aside from the zillion experiences I've had already, last night I got a special treat. Our relatives took us to see The Glory of Christmas at the Crystal Cathedral over at Anaheim. It was a spectacular, stupendous extravaganza showing, well, the glory of Christmas! The three kings arrived in a glorious display of colors, angels flew a la Celine Dione over the majestic cathedral - I will post a link here when I find it, camels, llamas, horses and other LIVE animals roamed around the stage, ballerinas twirled and singers soared to share the joy,beauty and majesty of the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I am thankful, so thankful, for everything that has been going on. I can't post a photo just now because I can't find the button to upload images on my Tito Bing's Power Mac, but I hope in words I was able to somehow describe how good God has been to me and my parents. Our hosts said they are also enjoying every minute that we spend together. Most of my relatives here are retired so they have all the time in the world to try new things with us. They even enjoyed Sea World and Disneyland despite the fact that they visited those for the umpteenth time already because new events, like the "Pets Rule!" - with potbellied pigs stealing the show - made the trip more special.
I told Tito Ludi yesterday that Christmas came early for us this year.
This morning was Christmas day once again. Tita Yollie gave me several pairs of shoes that she hardly wore because her feet are now killing her. She told me all those years wearing high-heeled shoes are now taking their toll on her, and she only has specific types of shoes she could wear now. My mom and I, who wear the same size shoes as her, received twelve pairs of shoes all in all! We live here, eat here, do our laundry here, and yes, receive shoes here.
At the back of my mind are still questions and doubts - is this for real? Am I gonna get in trouble after all this joy, this much fun, this huge load of blessings? Or is this God's way of showing me His way of loving, to help my unbelief?
Tito Jimmy said he has no wrinkles to this day because he doesn't like to worry. He noticed my propensity to worry! This was because Nestle, his niece, gave me a Coach hat. I said, did you tell her to give it to me? Nakakahiya po! Tito Jimmy and Tita Lea (my ninang who reads this blog regularly and who has given me countless gifts since last week) assured me that Nestle offered to give the hat,which matches my bag and my jacket.
They said this was no ordinary vacation we're having, that factors contribute to make it even more special, convenient, and wonderful everyday.
I tried to count my blessings last Tuesday, but since then a fresh portion, overflowing, and abundant, came upon my cup again. I am grateful beyond words.
Thank you to all who have been generous to me. Thank you for being instruments of God's love. I'm saying thank you even though we still have many more places to go to (Las Vegas, Grand Canyon, Melissa's graduation, Universal Studios, etc.) because I have to. If I don't express my gratitude, my little heart would burst!
Monday, December 05, 2005
I posed in front of the Kodak Theater with Elmo and Mr. Incredible. They work for tips. Elmo said I was very pretty. How old is Elmo??? I didn't change my tip for him. Didn't work, red buddy.
I also have photos with Mrs. Shrek, Willie Wonka and Johnny Depp's character from Pirates of the Carribean... what's his name again? My mom just stole shots of Darth Vader and a Storm Trooper while they're posing with others who paid for the tip, hehe. I ran into Peter Pan but I had no more one-dollar bills with me so I just smiled as he curtsied at me. Mukhang totoy!
I've been Hollywood-hopping since yesterday. Been to Rodeo Drive today. My jaw dropped at the stores. I looked like a tourist. For that's what I am!
I wish I would run into Brendan Fraser here, or Mel Gibson... do they shop at Macy's?
A younger version of me... yup it's yours truly with Minnie Mouse at Disneyland! My cousin Ate Jean (can't reveal her age) knows every nook and cranny of Disneyland and was even quick to take this picture. She's the perfect tour guide!
My other cousin Michael now works part-time as a Cast Member (apparently that's what the staff at Disneyland are called) and got me and my parents into it and California Adventure, for free!!! Was it my lucky day or what? I wanted my nephews to be with me but since they weren't there, I was the youngest girl once more, eating cotton candy and gawking at the Disney characters left and right. I was there with my parents, Tito Ludi and Tita Fe. Had a most wonderful time at the happiest place on earth. Will blog more when there's more time!
I'm blogging this from Tita Lea and Tito Jimmy's house at Los Angeles.
This was taken at Chevy's in Union City during Papa's 70th birthday celebration last November 29. He was given a sombrero and the staff sang a happy birthday song for him. Uncle Bert and family were our hosts.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Since last week I've been to Great Mall, Union Landing, IHOP, Target, San Francisco, Cable Cars, Rainforest Cafe, Pier 39, Fisherman's Wharf, Macy's, H&M, Gilroy, Stoneridge -- actually it's been one mall after another. After-Thanksgiving is shopping season here, everybody busy getting Christmas gifts ("one to give, one to keep", as Bath * Body Works encourages us) at super low prices.
Thursday was Thanksgiving Day and it was time to see relatives I haven't seen in years and to eat traditional food mixed with Filipino favorites. Pancit canton and turkey, anyone? Pancit palabok and pumpkin pie? We didn't eat much for a couple of days after that pigout day.
Last Friday was shopping day - from Target to Gilroy to Stoneridge - tiring both on the feet and the wallet. So I got me a new wallet, but not feet. Oh, I forgot about the shoes. My family and I could give Imelda a run for her money. Aerosoles seemed to be giving away shoes and my cousin just bought for all of us our new favorite pair each.
Yesterday we toured San Francisco. I saw the Golden Gate bridge but could not stand the cold!!! I froze and did not want to stay very long, although they said the weather was even cooperating with us. It was sunny and cold, weird for a Filipina. We ate at Japantown, passed by premium outlets at Petaluma, visited my cousin Peachy's school - Dominican College (or was it university?), and dropped by the beach. Yes, the beach! I saw the other side of the Pacific Ocean. I kept jogging around though because it was sunset and the cold wind kept slapping my face! We stayed there for two full minutes, took four shots, and trooped back in the van.
A week ago all I wanted for Christmas was something... and then I got it, and now all I want for Christmas are its accessories. Aah, I remember the tiny voice telling me that acquiring does not stop.
We went to Sunday Mass today at St. Bede's parish again. It's always beautiful to celebrate Mass in a different country. I am reminded that I belong to one holy, Catholic and apostolic church.
To friends back home, yes I'm having a great time despite the cold! I miss all of you though. Some more than others.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
It was fun to shop, I won't lie about that. But a tiny voice inside me told me that if I kept at it I could get caught up and pretty soon forget that all these - everything in this world - is temporary. I went to mass on Thanksgiving Day with my dad and uncle at St. Bede's in Hayward. While at church I felt guilty already, after only four days of vacation. I may have been guilty 50% of the time and just plain anxious the rest of the time. I know I'll be measured in heaven but I sure do try to do it myself sometimes. Or some people do it for me.
I feel so far away from home. I watch, I feel, I observe. I appreciate so many wonderful things like the autumn leaves and the amazing bargains at the outlet stores, and yet part of me feels homesick. I miss home. I was in heaven for a few minutes last Wednesday - at Chocolate Heaven in San Francisco. This country could be consumer heaven for me if I forget who I'm supposed to be - a pilgrim whose job is to wait.
It's advent and the waiting has begun. I am being distracted 24/7. I know I'm on vacation but I have to remind myself that I'm not on vacation from my relationship with God. I'm not on vacation from my prayer life. I'm not on vacation from my journey towards my God.
I have to erase the face of Santa in my heart and remember Jesus lives there.
Believe you me, when I start posting my photos and writing my adventures, you'll see why for a while there, I forgot about the Giver of the gifts and the Reason for the season.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
My parents are so proud they want to fly straight to Phoenix tomorrow. See her blog about her passing her dissertation defense: the melldelrio blog: passed. She also partied aftewards.
Tomorrow my parents and I will fly to San Francisco first to visit some relatives while Mel finishes her job-hunting. Actually it's more like job-choosing. Then we'll see her for her graduation on December 15. I still don't know what to wear. I planned to wear jeans and she said that's ok but now I think that might be too underdressed for the Proud Ate.
How could I have two scientists as siblings? My Ate Lani and I could not understand a single word in the synopsis that Mel sent us from her dissertation. Ate Lani said, "Kaya mong intindihin yon, Ella, magaling ka mag-English."
My reply, "Ate, hindi ko kayang intindihin ang paper ni Mel! Hindi yon English!"
Just like Kuya Ric's dissertation when he graduated Ph.D. in Math, when all we saw were Greek symbols that just did not make sense. Somehow it seemed to work for other mathematicians as my brother is still working as one in Germany. But I heard that it's his wife Celeste who is doing well in her German language classes. Now she can converse while doing her groceries. Because we're flying tomorrow, Cel's family came over to throw a despedida lunch for us here at D.A. Papa ate kare-kare and liempo as if we won't see Filipino food in L.A.
I'm just in awe to be related to Mel and Kuya Ric. :) I grew up in the same house with them (5 siblings) but somehow not all of us ventured into the sciences. Ate Lani is now a CPA working for Apple Computers in Sydney. Our eldest Kuya Dan is an architect, married to architect Peeya, but is involved in many other things aside from architecture- like Digital Resource (internet service provider), and the arts. Luigi and Miko, my two nephews by Kuya Dan and Peeya, have been exposed to all subjects then, from science to math to music to law.
We don't have a medical doctor in the family yet, could it be Luigi, who has the makings of a good student? We don't have a real athlete in the family yet, could that be Miko's dream as he loves all sports and prefers them over studying? Only God can tell.
We are all very proud of you, Mel. Save some champagne for all your aunts, uncles, and cousins who are coming with us to celebrate on your graduation!
Our family is just like any family in the world - full of tears, joys, victories, struggles, reunions, and goodbyes. Since God deliberately placed me in this particular family, quirks and all, I am reminded how blessed I have been, really. Despite all my dramas in life.
I have no choice but to rejoice!
Waiting is essential to the spiritual life. But waiting as a disciple of Jesus is not an empty waiting. It is a waiting with a promise in our hearts that makes already present what we are waiting for. We wait during Advent for the birth of Jesus. We wait after Easter for the coming of the Spirit, and after the ascension of Jesus we wait for his coming again in glory. We are always waiting, but it is a waiting in the conviction that we have already seen God's footsteps.
Waiting for God is an active, alert - yes, joyful - waiting. As we wait we remember him for whom we are waiting, and as we remember him we create a community ready to welcome him when he comes.
Friday, November 18, 2005
“Ang Disyembre ko ay malungkot
Pagkat miss kita
Ano man ang pilit kong magsaya
Miss kita kung Christmas…”
… Sa akin po iniaalay ang kantang iyan! Sapagkat ako ang aalis. At kaya malamig kasi Winter dun sa bansang pupuntahan ko. Jacket lang ang katapat nun. Tsaka yung tinatawag na layering. Ano’ng akala niyo, nagdadrama ako sa blog ko? Hindi no!
Aalis na kami ng parents sa darating na Linggo ng gabi. Marami akong mami-miss. Pinakamahaba ang Pasko sa Pilipinas. Pagkatapos lang ng Halloween, bumenta na ang Christmas decors. September 1 pa nga lang, puro Christmas songs na sa radio. Mga walang kamatayang “Pasko na, Sinta ko” at “Christmas in our Hearts” ang pinapatugtog.
Simbang gabi! Hindi na naman ako makakakumpleto ng “Nine Mornings”. Buti na lang all-year round may puto bumbong sa Don Antonio kaya hindi ko iyon mami-miss ngayong Disyembre.
Nalulungkot ako nang konti pag naiisip ko lahat ng Christmas parties at exchange gift na mami-miss ko. Pero konti lang, hehe. Sa Lingkod Office, Lingkod QC, grade school barkada, high school barkada, etc. Regalo ko na lang sa inyo ang ireregalo niyo sa akin. :) At least dalawang kaibigan ko ang ikakasal na hindi ko mapupuntahan, at isang pinsan ko. Hi Myra! Patawarin mo ako cuz. Advanced Happy Birthday! Disyembre, palibhasa balikbayan season, paboritong magpakasal ng mga Pilipino. Mas marami pang kinakasal nito kesa June. Yun ngang mga dadalawin naming kamag-anak sa L.A., mag-uuwian after Christmas para mag-attend ng kasal sa Pilipinas.
Ilan na nga ba ang inaanak ko?
- Kiko na anak ni Tito Noel;
- Clarisse na anak ni Cyrill;
- Renshi na anak ni Lorie;
- Luigi na anak ni Lourie (magkaiba po silang friend, di ako nagka-typo);
- Red na anak ni Philip;
- Miguel na anak ni Cindy (tama kaya spelling?);
- Kaila na anak ni Carla;
- Hannah na anak ni Lilet;
- MarD na anak ni Anne;
- Jiro na anak ni Yvesi…
Pinakamami-miss ko ang caroling. Ilang taon ko nang kinareer ang pagtuturo ng caroling sa Lingkod QTs. This year may bagong mga kanta, “Call His Name Jesus” tsaka “One Small Child” dagdag sa repertoire. Nakakatuwa sila pakinggan nung practice. Imagine ko na lang ang kanilang PL (Performance Level). Sing from the heart, mga kapatid! Paki-video, at pag nahuli kong bungisngis si Nik, lagot siya sakin. :)
Pangalawang Pasko ko itong malayo sa Pilipinas, ngunit pinakamalamig na madaranas. Summer sa Sydney nung nag-Pasko ako dun dati kaya 'di ako masyadong gininaw. Wala akong magagawa kundi harapin ang katotohanan, at ang malamig na hinaharap.
Matagal-tagal din akong mawawala. Pagbalik ko, sa Pilipinas naman yata tag-lamig. Sana masanay ako sa lamig-Amerika para pagdating ko sa Manila, deadma. Ice Queen.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
On the occasion of CYA’s 25th anniversary
Waring batingaw nang unang marinig
Ang tawag ng iyong Pag-ibig.
Ako’y tumakbo sa iyong mga bisig,
Puso’y nahaplos ng iyong tinig.
Kristo, buong buhay
Kay Kristo lamang ako
Sa paglalim ng ating pagkakakilala.
Paglilingkod di ko ininda.
Di nakaramdam ng pagod at luha.
Mga kapatid sa Iyo, kapiling sa saya.
Kristo, buong buhay
Ang siyang panata ko.
Kay Kristo lamang ako
Nagtapos ng kolehiyo sa tulong mo
Hinanap mga pangarap sa malaking mundo.
Iadya sa masama, panalangin ko
Ngunit sa kahinaan ay nadapa ako.
Kristo, itong buhay
Na ipinangako ko,
Bakit tila kay hikli,
Habambuhay ko ba’y sandali?
Sa gitna ng aking pakikisayaw,
Mga luha’y pumatak sa pagsunod sa layaw.
Narinig muli ang Iyong tinig
Nadama ang naghihintay Mong pag-ibig.
O Kristo, ako’y Iyo
Buong Buhay na ito.
Kay Kristo hindi ako
Kristo, buong buhay
Kay Kristo lamang ako
-- Ella del Rosario; UP Diliman CYA 1993-1995
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Root canal. The name itself sent shockwaves to my brain. Thankfully my tooth behaved afterwards and I forgot about it. I didn’t even mention it to my orthodontist, who to my mind was in-charge of a completely different set of teeth, and should concentrate on the braces on my lower teeth that I wanted to get rid off soon.
A couple of weeks ago The Pain returned with a vengeance. I couldn’t eat ice cream or drink iced tea without getting “electrocuted”. I tried to track down my orthodontist but he was on vacation in faraway Marinduque where he engaged in his other passion, farming. I have surrounded myself with people busier than me (my spiritual directress is a concert singer on the side, so it’s also a challenge to set up appointments with her; my CEFAM counselor is also in-demand, elusive and busy; my travel agent has a full-time job aside from her business… I could go on and on), so I tried to wait patiently for my dentist to come back.
The day he reported to his clinic here at Don Antonio I came knocking at his door. One look at the source of My Pain and he immediately injected me with anesthesia and proceeded with the root canal thing (RCT, as he wrote down on my card). He gave me 50% discount on the procedure. I wish the pain was lessened by 50% too.
I asked him how come I discovered the decay in the tooth too late. He said that was the tendency for dentists like him who were so preoccupied with braces that they overlooked tiny signs of decay. If we had been in the States, that would be called an admission of negligence and would then be obvious basis for a winning lawsuit. I pushed those thoughts at the back of my mind and just said we should be more careful next time. I have always taken care of my teeth so the numbing pain was foreign to me. The next two days I tried to stand it, but last Saturday it became unbearable and no pain reliever could help. I returned to his clinic and he did some magic.
Today while I was helping prepare our lunch I felt as if I got punched on my right cheek. How could one small tooth cause so much damage? Since it was a Sunday I didn’t have the heart to call up my dentist and disturb him on his personal time. I took all sorts of pain relievers – Biogesic, Alaxan, Ponstan - yet here I am still bothered by this blasted tooth.
First thing tomorrow morning, I don’t care if he’s still on the golf course, I would call him. He has the responsibility to make The Pain go away. I missed out on my friend Ria Apostol’s birthday party because I was bedridden in pain today.
So much of pain is like this toothache. We try to maintain our sanity and health by going to doctors and counselors and confessors and trainers, but we always miss out on tiny things which turn out to lead to bigger problems later on. We discover them too late, by which time we would be reeling with pain and angry at ourselves and looking for someone to blame. Toothache is considered on top of the list of physical pains that cause the most discomfort and distress. I have right now several other aches and pains that no amount of anesthesia or pain reliever could cure. Even my spiritual band-aids don't work. I'm confronted by ghosts I have left behind.
This healing process is taking much longer than I wanted. I’m supposed to be excited for my US trip already. My relatives are. My parents are. Yet I haven’t packed a single type of toiletry for this vacation. I’m too busy sulking.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
But I could not say No to Vannie. Who can, actually? Have you tried it? It’s a futile exercise. She’s very persuasive and that’s why she’s doing a fabulous job with Fund Dev. She said that Joseph P., my Kuya Jopeng, would be my co-host. I presumed Kuya Jops had played golf sometime in his life. I was wrong.
At the Pizza Hut fellowship of Lingkod QC last week, I unburdened my work-related woes (I know, lucky me) and the people around me were very supportive. Both Ted and Fr. Steve had the same quotation from Mark Twain, the one about the definition of golf being a good walk spoiled or something like that. I could not use that as an opening or as a joke lest I wanted to risk being dragged off the stage by the good-hearted players who would support our fundraiser. They tried to give me a crash course on golf but it was funny listening to them, a priest and a lawyer who obviously did not like the game anyway.
I met briefly with Vannie and Jopeng before the program started and they said I could survive hosting while understanding only “Mulligan”, “Hole-in-One”, and “Tee Off”. Jopeng researched a golfers’ joke and found one from Mon Samson’s dad who texted, “They say golfers don’t die, they just putter away”. I think a wine bottle (one of the raffle prizes) should go to Jopeng for the effort in delivering that joke!
The Golf Team worked hard and it paid off. God answered our prayers for golfing weather, because the sun was up all day on November 8. There were 80 players who turned up, three of whom are my former bosses. We had more than enough minor and major raffle prizes and a significant amount was raised through sponsorship. Lingkod staffers arrived to lend support to the team and we served in various capacities, from cashier to cameramen to singers. Bheng, Ate My, and I sang along with guests Allen and Glen, through the help of Jet Sitaca on keyboards. It was pretty difficult to sing on two hours of sleep, as our call time was 5:30 a.m. at Alabang Golf and Country Club, and I was very relieved when the deed was done.
It was my first time at the AGCC and my first time inside Ayala Alabang. When I got home that night, and my parents asked me where I came from, they thought it was a non-Lingkod activity. They had never associated golf and Ayala Alabang to Lingkod. Oh well, Ma and Pa, I’m from Lingkod QC, a branch without golfers, but there are other branches whose members played and even won (Congratulations, Roman!) in the golf tournament.
This is a very interesting job you have, my parents said. I agreed with them, for I also saw the mansion of Jose Mari Chan at Ayala Alabang for the first time that day! The Lord sends generous people to support His mission and these were the sponsors, donors, and players for this year’s Lingkod Golf tournament. The partners from my previous law firm said that they would play a better game next year so I should just inform them about it. I wasn’t sure about a next year, but I heard that Vannie and Tito Randy were already planning to top this event.
Hopefully by then I would have read a proper book entitled Golf for Idiots, not that the fundraiser needs it, but for my own personal satisfaction.
Friday, November 11, 2005
but they supposed that either fire or wind or swift air, or the circle of the stars, or turbulent water, or the luminaries of heaven were the gods that rule the world.
If through delight in the beauty of these things men assumed them to be gods, let them know how much better than these is their Lord, for the author of beauty created them.
And if men were amazed at their power and working, let them perceive from them how much more powerful is he who formed them.
For from the greatness and beauty of created things comes a corresponding perception of their Creator.
Yet these men are little to be blamed, for perhaps they go astray while seeking God and desiring to find him.
For as they live among his works they keep searching, and they trust in what they see, because the things that are seen are beautiful.
Yet again, not even they are to be excused;
for if they had the power to know so much that they could investigate the world, how did they fail to find sooner the Lord of these things?
-- Taken from the 1st Reading Today: Wisdom of Solomon 13: 1-9 (RSV)
The shirt as worn here by Abby and Ted... you've seen it in many photos throughout my blogs since April. We wore it all during the NLTC E-night presentation. And the Lingkod staffers and servants wore it for the Lingkod-Ligaya Golf Tournament last week. Hindi kami sponsored by Tide and Rejoice! The shirt says the theme for the Easter celebration, which is a spinoff of QC's theme for the year, "Joyfully We Proclaim God's Glory!"
A Story of a Shirt
This is a story of a SHIRT
That was made last EASTER by the Lingkod QTs!
While not all could wear the baby tees,
I absolutely love it.
When I wear it…
How many people this year
Wanted to buy, not just in the NLTC, but also during Golf Day?
We were just so unsure
How many shirts to print then
But now so many stand there waiting
Wanting to buy blue, violet, orange and green
How many opportunities disappear we look in the mirror
So many of us who have more than one shirt
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
But this shirt’s color and design stay the same way
They never seem to run out of good things to say
This is a story of a SHIRT…
Rejoice and Be Glad!
Shirt Design by Nick Servino (in photo)
Supplier Contact by Maye Padilla
for the GMMACQ Easter Celebration last April 2, 2005 held at the Xavier School
For orders, please visit www.lingkodqc.blogspot.com and post a message at our Tagboard!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I can’t help it if my brain is not working properly. And it’s not because I’m overworked. Most of the things in my head right now do not deserve to see print. I dare not publish my thoughts for the blogging world to see.
I thought maybe I could just write about the lack of anything substantial to write. I’m editing my own life because I know that its less than perfect moments won’t always glorify the Lord, especially when I’m not in the right condition to express myself clearly. This blog is not a mask meant to project a happy, blessed life and to screen the ugliness that often creeps in through the cracks that I had not foreseen. I just want to be more careful about what I write lest I reveal too much, offend some people, or waste other people’s time.
I wanted to become the kind of person who was more grateful, positive, and cheerful. Well change doesn’t come overnight. Just this morning, as I was battling with my blues, I noticed something while driving along Commonwealth on my way to work. I saw huge cumulus clouds splashed across an unmistakably blue sky. I froze in my thoughts, though not in my driving as I couldn’t make a sudden halt in the middle of the road.
Before I could wallow too much in self-pity, worry, guilt and regret, God showed me something beautiful. Right in front of me, the clouds seemed like cotton, just the way I wanted them. I had to pause and thank my Maker for moments like that. I also had to pray to be more sensitive to the beauty around me.
- Why is counting my blessings such an effort?
- Why am I not bothered enough that that work is piling up and time is running out?
- Why do I habitually waste my time on stupid questions? I should exert more effort to rise above this bout of stupidity.
- I’m leaving with my parents to attend my sister’s graduation in Phoenix, Arizona next week. Our youngest, Melissa, has earned her Ph.D. in Molecular and Cellular Biology. That is something to be thankful, cheerful and grateful for!
- My relatives are waiting to celebrate Thanksgiving and my father’s 70th birthday with me. They will tour me around L.A., the bay area, and the Grand Canyon. I won’t be spending a single centavo. I’m a lucky girl.
- The fundraiser of Lingkod and Ligaya, the golf tournament, was a huge success in terms of sponsor support, player turnout, and raffle prizes. I emceed the program and even sang a couple of songs. My parents could not believe why people kept asking me to be emcee and to sing. They thought I just volunteered for those things. Of course I didn’t. I had stage fright and felt like a frog was leaping from my stomach to my throat the whole day yesterday! It was my first time at Alabang Country Club! Ligaya and Lingkod people were there, not to mention three of my former bosses in the law firm! I absolutely did not volunteer to humiliate myself. It was through grace that I survived. I’m thankful, Lord.
- While I was sick I had people fussing over me and checking up on me. I should be thankful for that, instead of resenting the attention and the fuss. If those people could read this they would probably want to take back the love that they had given me.
- Love is all around me. Really. Despite the rotten feeling I carry inside me most of the time these days, God still loves me, blesses me, and sends me people to share that love with.
- I can move on from this. That knowledge gives me hope. I could be healed of the memories I can’t shut out. I could move on from the oldest of wounds and become a better person out of this. God did not bother me through the topics at the NLTC and the books I have been reading just because He wants me to be miserable. I just need to cooperate and stop being stubborn.
Lord, you said that you could make all things new. I know you won’t just put me back together again til I’m “as good as new”. I believe you when you said that you would make me even better, for the old has gone and the new has come. I believe that I can be a new creation. I believe, despite my heart’s opposition to what my mind is saying right now.
People who don’t like to read other people’s less than presentable musings could go and hop to the next blog. I won’t pretend to be Ms. Sunshine for a while.