July 5, 2009

Maratbat and the Maranao by Nainobai D. Disomangcop

*i chanced upon this while doing my research for my BehavScie research proposal. Aunty Nancy is a close relative of mine. :p i'm so in love with her article that i copied it without her permission. hehe. i hope this extends a broader understanding about the Maranaos.  
The Maranaos are traditional people whose rich cultural practices continue to perplex even social scientists. Their resistance to change is seen not only in their slow modernization process, but also their continued faithfulness to customs and beliefs.

Their practice of the maratabat is a mark of distinction which makes them unique among all other ethnic groups. Maratabat is equated with “hiya” or shame, honor and dignity, rank, self-esteem or “amor-propio,” reputation and “face.” But maratabat is more than any of these. There is no single word or phrase that can clearly define maratabat, for the Maranaos have surrounded it with many socio-psychological concepts of their own. It is directly proportional to a person’s social rank. One social scientist views it as a blind, irrational pride of clan and tribe and a deep sense of personal honor and face. The substance of maratabat lies in the symbols, shared beliefs, images in the collective reputation, and in public morality of the Maranaos. When positively directed, it gives them unity, strength, and identity; it serves as a driving force in Maranao everyday life, be it social, political, or economic.

To some Maranaos the practice of maratabat is instinctive, but to others it is a learned cultural practice picked up by the children from the elders. One Maranao claimed that he never remembered being taught by his parents to do this or do that for it was expected of him, but rather he learned it gradually through observation from the old Maranaos. To give a better understanding of the process, here is an illustrative case:

Abdul was surprised one day to see his father together with some other male relatives, bringing guns, and crossing the lake. He was then in the grade school. Later, however, that one of his uncles had been killed. His father had gone out to get his uncle’s killer or any of his relatives. However, upon the admonitions of his father’s father, the relatives of the killer were spared from the vendetta.

The practice of maratabat does not bar a person with high educational attainment from killing another person once his maratabat has been transgressed. There was one law practitioner who was compelled to kill the brother of his brother’s killer because of this.

Vengeance for one’s sullied maratabat is one of the reasons why there are many army soldiers who have died in the Lanao area, explained a lady informant. The soldiers were just so trusting that they did not know the fellow next to them was their enemy. They thought that because they had not done anything (directly) to him, he was not involved. But in Maranao society, once a member of the family is in trouble, all of the relatives are on his side to protect him.

Maranaos who are enemies in Lanao would temporarily forget their animosity and become friends especially when they are in a faraway place. There are several Maranao warring families in Lanao who are close friends especially when they are in Manila. The common cause for this change of attitude is the necessity to group together when a Maranao is involved involve in some trouble.

But a Maranao does not just kill a person without a reasonable cause. Insult or defamation could goad a person into killing another. Once this is inflicted on him, he is ready to face his enemy just to uphold his “dirtied maratabat.” Trouble arising because of girls is a very common case. Even a wolf-whistle from a man could cause him trouble once a girl would inform her family of such things. This would set the scene for killing and counter-killing.

Oftentimes, because of the desire to uphold their maratabat, a killing could cause a vicious cycle for vendetta and counter-vendetta, one family avenging death of a relative until a solution is arrived at. This is where the datus play their role. Normally, marriage is one of the best solutions to the problem. A daughter or a son of the erring party is married to the son or daughter of the other party. In this way, the series of killings would be stopped. The girl, however, may have no right of her own regarding the ceremony. In many instances, though the girl feels some resentment over the arrangement, she would finally coaxed into getting married, because it is only through her that the conflict would be settled. There are some rare cases, however, where the girl would stand firm on her decision not to marry and would refuse to cohabit with her husband after the wedding ceremony. In this case, the expenses incurred during the ceremony and the bride-price is returned to the groom’s family.

An outsider to Maranao society would be surprised to find out that to work as maids, which is very common especially among urbanized Christian groups, is unknown among the Maranaos. Household servitude among Maranaos is not in accordance with the accepted mores of their society. Accordingly, financially hard-pressed individuals are prevented by well-to-do relatives from rendering household service in return for money, because it is the duty of the well-to-do relatives to extend help to their misfortunate kin. Another reason, perhaps, is the idea that working in another’s house for money would, in some way, degrade an individual. This is especially true when the individual comes from a higher stratum in society.

It is not surprising, therefore, that there are Maranaos who are poor but acquire high education, especially in the field of medicine, engineering, and law. Some of them even study in prestigious universities in Manila. This is possible because relatives contribute to the cost of education of a member of their family who desires to study. It only needs a little coaxing on the part of the individual concerned for there relatives to chip in for his education. Every now and then, regular help would be given until that person finishes his degree.

Another reason why relatives are willing to help other relatives to finance their education is the fact that extending help to these people is like an investment: financially, socially and politically, their success means raising the family maratabat.

It is not uncommon to hear some Maranaos worry because a relative is getting married. Sometimes even a close friend would show this concern. The explanation for this kind of attitude may be gleaned from the practice of maratabat. Occasions like these serve as a channel for a Maranao to assert his maratabat in the community. As such, the relative concerned is expected to contribute his share of the expenses during the ceremony. Actually, not only do these relatives extend their help on such occasions but indeed whenever the situation requires it.

The Maranao’s desire for larger family groupings works not only in the traditional context, but even in the modern legal political structure. Having a large family would give one the chance to run for an elective position in the modern legal political system because the more the followers, the better the chances of winning the race. This is achieved in the usually large Maranao family group that places importance not only on the consanguinal relationship, but affinal line as well. Through inter-marriage, a Maranao family could become a big political group that gives it the chance to wield political power and therefore dominate any political election. Relatives contribute not only their energy but also their wealth.

Furthermore, these bigwigs in local politics are also the leading social figures in the society. This is because they have the basic social economic roots that support their political careers on the local level. With economic and political influence in society, they are able to control the people, using them to advance their ambition, while the common people in turn receive help in the form of employment.

Employment is the most common way to help. Whoever is in power usually sees to it that most of his supporters, who are his relatives, get employed. In fact, a Maranao would expect an administrator who is his relative, to have him employed, whenever this is possible, regardless of his qualifications for the job. Extending help to an unfortunate raltive in terms of employment is normal in Maranao society. This, after all, is part of the maratabat of the clan.
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June 26, 2009

Zero Degrees Kelvin 01

Ayaka still gives a cold shoulder to Reifu. She has her reasons. This is the problem when you don’t have concrete evidence at hand, you can’t confront the person, Ayaka complains.
She prefers not to reveal her reasons, because, she pities Reifu. Reifu doesn’t know that Ayaka already knows her hidden mystery. Or, Ayaka assumes that Reifu’s not numb enough to not have any hint about it already by now.
Ayaka wonders what Reifu’s twisted, divine-sounding tongue had told Mizuka. She wonders if her conscience’s knocking on her…oh, she forgot, Reifu doesn’t have that—not even in her vocabulary.
This is the problem when you love the person too much because of the perfection she has shown. Ayaka put Reifu on a pedestal, she adored her, idolized her, and protected her; if only she could put Reifu on a little box so she won’t get harmed, she would. She was a fragile angel incapable of mischief, much more with lying? She treated her like her own little sister. Reifu’s such a brilliant and talented girl, Ayaka knows there’s more to her than meets the eye. However, Reifu’s naturally shy. She tried to get Reifu out of her shell by persistent encouragement and moral support. She tried to pull the best out of her. Ayaka’s life has been an open book to Reifu with a little hope that she could crack Reifu’s shell and would eventually open up to her. She wants their friendship to bloom like the one she has with her other friends. She wants to develop that inherent connection among friends. But Reifu has that innate mystery that Ayaka has been trying to figure out; her shell’s hard as cement to crack. She maintains that translucent hurdle that makes her more difficult to get to know deeply. Hence, Ayaka succumbed to what Reifu has been showing—perfection. Perfection in all aspect of her life. Ayaka adored her more.
Suddenly, epiphany presented the truth to Ayaka. The truth beneath Reifu’s divine mask. How rotten her core is. She had long been eaten by unnecessary insecurity and envy and masked everything by persuasive lies. Purely epiphany.

*** this is an attempt to short-story writing (which I don’t have any background of. Haha! So cut me some slack.) I will continue the story of Ayaka and Reifu in the succeeding entries. =) Hopefully, if I have time.

June 13, 2009

The Mosquito Conversation

I can’t contain my hatred for these little creatures flying around my boarding house. They are rampant especially now that rainy days are saying hello, in addition to the plants surrounding the house where they are most likely to breed.  They are so small they seem to be invisible; their buzzing annoys me I can’t concentrate with whatever I am busy with. Invisible buzzers. When they get to land on your skin, expect an itchy, circular bump. So deeply itchy you would just wish to puncture your skin or slice out that portion of your skin. Grrrr! These mosquitoes! The gratification I feel the moment I catch them with my two hands and crush their bodies into an almost indistinguishable form!!
This afternoon, while Gans (my roommate) and I are reading, she felt a mosquito bit her. She adjusted the electric fan towards us for the killer mosquitoes to get blown away.
Gans: kataya pman a mga r’ngit aya. (here comes the mosquitoes..)
ME: owayba (yeah..) *while reading, I was crossing my legs up on the chair to avoid being bitten*
Gans: di siran r’kta dn khasmo. (they don’t get enough of us)
ME: *laughs* siempre, diba one week bo a lifespan iran? Na omani m’bot r’kta na salakaw a r’ngit. (of course, don’t they have a one week lifespan? So every mosquito that bites us is another individual.)
Gans: oba bo adn a vaccine sa r’ngit. (how I wish there’s a vaccine against mosquitoes)
ME: owayba, na oman ta niyan mabot na skanian I puphatay. (yeah, and it dies the moment it bits us) *laughs*
Gans: mabot ta niyan na punggowa daan na gubo phatay. (it will vomit first before it dies) *she actually demonstrated how the poor mosquito will vomit the blood that it sucked from us*
We laughed in chorus.

May 31, 2009

Outlandish has got a new album! :D




here's the preview of their latest album "SOUND OF A REBEL". i personally like the songs "Feels Like Saving The World" and "Always Remember".
enjoy you guys!

May 27, 2009

Of Letting Go

After more than eight years of holding on to a person, you resolved to let go. You felt liberated. Free of uncertain hopes, of unfathomable emotions, and of incurable depressions. It is not cowardice, rather, mustering all your vigor to relinquish what is not meant to be. It is like surrendering to a Math problem that has no solution after it has bled your brain.
It is not giving up for you do not give up on true love. You still believe that it will come at the right time with the right person at the right place.
Rather, it is ACCEPTANCE OF FREEDOM!
It's like being in a deep slumber wherein you dreamt of a person whose persona you created with handful of your expectations and presumptions. You enveloped yourself with images of him alone. You pushed away other people to love him alone. Just him. Alone.
And then you wake up. Only to find out that everything has been a trance.
And then you let go. It's like gently pulling a knife that was stuck at your ribs.
You can breathe again. Your blood has circulated again and you are full of life again!

"....I will always remember now that love is liberty. That was the lesson it took me several years to learn. That is the lesson that sent me into an exile and now that sets me free again." ~~~Paulo Coelho (Brida)

May 24, 2009

masha-Allah..

"you don't need to go out and see the nature to appreciate God's creation. within our body-- our very own physiology--helps us understand God's magical wonder of creation." ~~Dra. Leah Manapat
i say, there's no need to read physiological books to appreciate God's creation. take Lee Min Ho for example...
"oppa, i'm single too.."
God, how can he be so perfect? MashaAllah..

May 23, 2009

Obra 02




some photos i took at mapawa during the second camp. photos with my face on it were taken by hadsot.

May 19, 2009

So Long, Rajee

I never imagined that my recent preoccupation by DEATH would actually happen to my family. What's sad about it is that it happened in the middle of our family's mini-reunion at home. Death transformed itself into a dengue fever and has taken away my three-year old (turning four) cousin, Rajee.
He's the youngest child of my Aunt Fatma and perhaps the most lovable kid since at such juvenile age he's capable of conversing like a big boy. Although he lasted only three years on earth, he has left our hearts an indelible deep mark that will forever hold dear to us.
Ba-bye arikulay, be our guardian angel for as long as we live.

May 18, 2009

The Shinagawa Monkey

Mizuki was at her desk, listening to the radio in her room when she heard a faint knock at her door. She opened it to find Yuko Matsunaka standing there, dressed in tight polo neck and jeans. I’d like to talk with you, Yuko said, if you have time. ‘Fine,’ Mizuki said, frankly taken aback. ‘I’m not doing anything special right now.’ Mizuki had never once had a private conversation with Yuko, just the two of them, and she’d never imagined Yuko would come to her room to ask anything personal. Mizuki motioned for her to sit down, and made some tea with the hot water in her thermos.
‘Mizuki, have you ever felt jealous?’ Yuko began.
Mizuki was surprised by this sudden question, but gave it serious thought.
‘No, I don’t think I ever have,’ she replied.
‘Not even once?’
Mizuki shook her head. ‘At least, when you ask me out of the blue like that I can’t remember any times. Jealousy… What do you mean?’
‘Like you love somebody, but he loves somebody else. When there’s something you want very badly, but somebody else just grabs it. Or, there’s something you want to be able to do, and somebody else is able to do it with no effort…Those sort of things.’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way,’ Mizuki said. ‘Have you?’
‘A lot.’
Mizuki didn’t know what to say. How could a girl like this want anything more in life? She was gorgeous, rich, did well in school and was popular. Her parents doted on her. Mizuki had heard rumors that on weekends she went on dates with a handsome college student. So how on earth could she want for anything more?
‘Like what, for instance?’ Mizuki asked.
‘I’d rather not say,’ Yuko said, choosing her words carefully. ‘Besides, listing all the details here is pointless. I’ve wanted to ask you that for a while—whether you’ve ever felt jealous.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes.’
Mizuki had no idea what this was all about, but made up her mind to answer as honestly as she could. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever that sort of experience,’ she began. ‘I don’t know why, and maybe it’s a little strange if you think about it. I mean, it’s not as if I have tons of confidence, or get everything I want. Actually, there’re lots of things I should feel frustrated about, but for whatever reason, that hasn’t made me feel jealous of other people. I wonder why.’
Yuko Matsunaka smiled faintly. ‘I don’t think jealousy has much of a connection with real, objective conditions. So that if you’re fortunate you’re not jealous, but if life hasn’t blessed you, you are jealous. Jealousy doesn’t work that way. It’s more like a tumor secretly growing inside us that gets bigger and bigger beyond all reason. Even if you find out it’s there, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s like saying people who are fortunate don’t get tumors, while people who’re unhappy get them more easily—that isn’t true, is it? It’s the same thing.’
Mizuki listened without saying anything. Yuko hardly ever had so much to say at one time.
‘It’s hard to explain what jealousy is to someone who’s never felt it. One thing I do know is, it’s not easy living with it. It’s like carrying around your small version of hell, day after day. You should be thankful you’ve never felt that way.’

~~~HARUKI MURAKAMI

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Nobody lives a perfect life on earth. While it is healthy to look up to those above us and aspire to emulate or at least level up with them, let us not forget that there are those who are below us—those that reminds us to be grateful we are not living a hard life the way they do. We must be thankful for everything God has given us. Let not jealousy eat us from our core, because before we know it eats us wholly until nothing has left of us.

May 6, 2009

Ken Zhu's second album

*this was released early this year. i'm still looking for a store that actually sells his CD. wala 'ata sa Mindanao eh. badtrip.


***drool*** so adorable***

May 3, 2009

Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman


Rating:★★★
Category:Books
Genre: Literature & Fiction
Author:Haruki Murakami
It is basically a collection of Murakami’s 24 fictional short stories that tells about unusual characters and events that brings true-to-life messages. I love how he captures mundane everyday life experiences, the littlest unnoticeable emotions and strange occurrences that make one dig out what is inside of himself and realize his true worth. He also interpreted the meaning of dreams, hidden feelings, unspoken wishes and forbidden physical relationships. I particularly liked the romantic Greek exile of lovers who are both committed to their respective spouses; they went to a Greek island where no single soul knows them to start anew. I also liked the story of a brilliant student who after going to the university learned that there were many realities in this world. It’s a huge world, there are lots of different values coexisting, and there’s no need to always be the top student. There’s also a story about making us realize that the most frightening thing in this world is our own self. What do you think?

May 1, 2009

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood


Rating:★★★★★
Category:Books
Genre: Parenting & Families
Author:Rebecca Wells
I included this in my most-fave books. =) The naughtiness of this four girls—Vivi, Caro, Teensy and Necie—is so much fun! They grew up and grew old together. I liked that they didn’t separate their ways even after marriage and they have their own special friendship rituals; they dealt with each one’s struggles—death of a loved one, raising up kids, marital conflicts—together. Their sincerity, love and truthfulness fueled their friendship, devoid of insecurity and jealousy because they know that each one of them has a peculiarly unique characteristic. After finishing the book, I sat down and ponder about my friends. Who can be Vivi, Caro, Teensy or Necie in my circle of friends? Who am I among them? I think I am lot more like Necie, the one who could sense a boundary around her and did her best not to step over the line.

March 24, 2009

A Thousand Splendid Suns


Rating:★★★★
Category:Books
Genre: History
Author:Khaled Hosseini
This depicts the story of two Muslim women, Mariam and Laila, who lived their life during the heights of changing wars in Afghanistan. Both women struggled to fight for their own rights as a woman under the banner of Islam. Unfortunately for them, they live in a country whose laws misinterpret, took advantage of and abused the true teachings of Islam and thus making it appear to the world how radical the religion is. It is pitiable for them that they are being treated as donkeys by their own husbands, given away by their fathers without their due consent, that they are not free to practice the profession they desire, that the laws are hard on them (wearing burqa, not being able to walk on the streets alone without the accompaniment of a mahram, prohibition of talking to a man who is not a relative..etc)—all because apparently, according to the teachings of Islam. I beg to disagree. As far as I know, Islam gives equal freedom and rights to both man and woman. Although we have given different liberty from that of men, that is because we have different roles to portray in this life—mother who nurtures and a father who provides. Women must not be deprived of education, our fathers should not allow marriage without our consent, we are only to cover the parts of our body that would draw attention from men, and most importantly, our husbands must treat us like a queen—with all love, kindness and respect that we deserve. Alhamdulillah, I am born to a society that accepts and makes me exercise my rights and freedom as a Muslim woman. Tashakor, Ya Allah.

December 31, 2008

The Kite Runner


Rating:★★★★★
Category:Books
Genre: History
Author:Khaled Hosseini
Now, this is a superbook! I scarcely weep over sad stories (yeah, I feel for the characters, but cry? Not me.) but this one really, I have to admit, made me shed plenty of tears. This is the kind of a book that I have to pause reading and take in a lot of air before continuing cause it really breaks me. It tells about friendship, family, society and social hierarchy. It talks about the pre-Russian invasion of Afghanistan, the Shorawi occupation to the terrible Taliban era. I’m now a certified Khaled Hosseini fan. For a physician to excellently write like that is extremely admirable. Kudos to all Muslim and Asian authors!

November 20, 2008

Kaluha


If there’s one person I can metaphorically tag as a friend since we were still zygotes inside our mothers’ wombs, that would be Lily. Our fates crossed when we were six years old, during our Kindergarten graduation practice. I remember her as the chubby, curly-haired little girl who owns the Chinese garter I attempted to borrow. Little did I know that we would be glued to each other until adulthood. Our friendship is not a perfect one, we had our fair share of squabbles (lots of them I can’t even count with my fingers and toes) nonetheless we still survived. We were classmates until high-school until I had my academic shortcomings although we went to the same school until college pursuing the same degree. Those times we were classrooms apart in high-school, I recall she would call me in the middle of my class just to hand me a heart-shaped colored paper with the words: “Take Care, I Miss You!” signed with her name on the bottom (her trademark is a spiral-shaped sun that comes with a macaroni-shaped rays, or sometimes a deflated heart. Hehe.) . Since grade school, we always go to school together (we used to be neighbors) and go home together. We never ran out of topic to talk to—mostly about her boys. However, we’re not the kind of friends who are exactly alike. In fact, we are quite the opposites. Physical law of magnetism truly applies to us. She’s more of the talker while I’m the listener; she’s the life of a party while I’m a flower vase; she a fashionista while I slip into whatever comfy clothes I have in my closet; she loves socialization while I’d rather settle into the solitude of anything readable; she jumps to the showbiz section of the newspaper while I stick into the front page; she loves loud color while I choose quiet colors; she's the talk of the town while I live a quiet life..Hehe... In spite of our characteristics collision, we also have our numerous commonalities—more on the way we think. We share the same principles in life and somehow, some interests. Now that I’m academically one-step behind her, I follow her tracks and try to avoid whatever mistakes she stumbles into. In other words, she serves as an example to me. Cheers to a lifelong friendship! Mwah!   

Us. Now.

November 14, 2008

Ken Zhu (my love) sings "Here We Are" in Manila




This was during the unforgettable visit of Ken Zhu, member of F4, in Manila sometime in 2004. He's the first Asian actor/singer I love (as in real LOVE..hehe) which started during the Meteor Garden mania. Nagpaka-jologs ako nang dahil sa kanya..haha! I used to buy stickers of him, life-size posters, etcetera. Lahat ng ka-jologsan ng isang fanatic. I studied the Chinese culture, Buddhism, Singapore (self-reading lang); I sung Mandarin songs (F4's and Ken's songs) by heart. Feel na feel ko ang moment. Because of him, I ultimately dream of going to Singapore (he grew up there). wahaha! Kaya mahal ko ang Asya at ang kultura nito. I also remember, I had my ear pierced (upper lobe edge) coz he has lots of body pierces (a total of seven). Until now, I still can't get enough of him. I am a proud MRS. ZHU! Haha!

October 26, 2008

Good Frog Hunting

Rating:★★★
Category:Books
Genre: Entertainment
Author:Laurie Graff
FINALLY, I finished reading Laurie Graff’s Good Frog Hunting (Looking for Mr. Goodfrog in other editions) after months of marveling of when I’ll be able to finish the book. I bought it last summer when I was desperate, no not desperate, “looking” for tips about lurve is more fitting term. It is one hilarious book as the main character, Karrie Kline, wanders into seeking Mr. Goodfrog described as a single male; rather than seeking Mr. Right who’s not only single but also intelligent, attractive, funny, successful, non-commitment phobic male. Her encounter with various men, in which she always ends up as one humongous loser, made me lose track of their names. She met a lot of frogs in the pond and hoped for that thing that’d last eternally, but nil came up that’s real. Nevertheless, she never made that portion of her life stop her from what she really loves—acting. Instead, she created a one-woman show based on her lovelife branded Frogaphobia. Then, nung successful na siya saka pa nagsidatingan ang mga walang kwentang frogs. Puchax talaga.

Why she’s searching for a boyfriend:
“…knowing the travel time would be spent praying you wouldn’t feel awkward standing alone with no one to talk to during all the awkward moments you’d be standing alone with no one to talk to because that’s what happened when you went to one of those things dateless and alone.”

Yet again,
“Was commitment fate, or just a decision one chose to make at a certain? Did love propel
commitment, or was it the other way around? And if that was the case, what’s love got to do with it?”

Ano ba kasi talaga?

August 4, 2008

Last Night at TEDT'S

Open na ang McDo dito sa Iligan! Yay! But the mall, per se, is not yet open. It will take million years pa siguro bago ma-entirely furnish at magkaro’n ng laman. Hay. Finally, may existing mall na dito sa Iligan (“pero Gaisano parin” ‘ika nga ni Lily). Dahil hindi mahulugan ng karayom ang McDo, Ate Ayin (my housemate) and I ended up at Tedt’s, just some few steps from the mall. I love their Chicken Pasta Supreme and Kubori Biko. Speaking of biko (a local dessert made up of sticky rice topped with sugar or coconut milk latik), we were at the library the other day talking about what snack is available at the canteen when I suggested biko to Jho, she referred to it as “eeewww..biko, I don’t eat that!”. It was a joke, of course! One who doesn’t eat biko mustn’t claim him/herself as Pinoy or Meranao! We kept on laughing when I called her: mamanti and sumasayan. (Meranao slang, I don’t know how to translate them neither in Tagalog nor English..hehehe).
Anyway, I’m not gonna talk about biko though masarap talaga ang Kubori biko nila sa Tedt’s. But my conversation with Miss Ayin at Tedt’s. We were in the midst of conversation about our lovelives or rather about her palalabs (kasi wala nga naman akong lovelife na ikukuwento) when she told me na mataas daw ang standard ko. Gosh! Coming from someone na madalas din mabansagan na mataas ang standard!  She sensed it! I didn’t take it as a compliment. My “lofty” standard doesn’t make me proud nor does it make me happy. I consider it as a defect that causes my impaired lovelife.
Maybe I’m becoming too idealistic, too choosy, well, I’ve never been into a relationship so I don’t have hints, only what I see in my friends’ relationships and on TV and on movies. Consequently, other people’s mistakes in their relationship are learned lessons for me. And, I thought, since I’ve been a real good girl all my life, I think I only deserve the best. Hihi.
 How-everrrr, my mind doesn't close to the existence of the word “reality”. And he’s my reality. Too far from my “almost” perfect guy, but I want him still. Yet, lopsidedness tramples me in the dust.

July 18, 2008

brain food

Every person should maintain at least three kinds of friendships:
1.)    Friends of your own age with whom you can talk over your problems, plans and goals with confidence.

2.)    Friends older than you to whom you can confide and be assured of wise counsel.

3.)    Friends younger than you with whom you can share your life’s experiences.


It’s not only in being helped, but in helping others, that you can find release from your inner tensions. 

The Fourth Treasure


Rating:★★★
Category:Books
Genre: Literature & Fiction
Author:Todd Shimoda
Next to Haruki Murakami, Todd Shimoda is the second Japanese author I was able to read. This talks about Tina Suzuki who was born and raised in America, without knowing anything about her roots including her father. Growing up, she was never bothered about learning her home country, the culture, and her biological father. Her PhD dissertation inevitably led her to the discovery and unveiling of the past that her mother had kept from her for more than two decades. I appreciated how Shimoda elucidated Japanese culture by his explanation of the magnificent Jap calligraphy.