KUTSARA'T TINIDOR

I wonder why kutsara is identified as a woman, and tinidor as a man. And like most of us (Filipinos) know about our silly belief, that when someone accidentally dropped a spoon, be ready for a female visitor, and for the fork, you know the story, my curiosity with these utensils did not end there. My late grandmother who was a very good cook and a kitchen bum wasn’t much of a believer in this myth though hehe.


Last Friday, as we were having food and beverage binge at Beng’s house, and as I sang wholeheartedly to magic sing’s “For All We Know,” I overheard them (Nance, Beng, Ate Helen and Jhanzy) all agreed upon saying that boys are really smarter than girls. I definitely, absolutely, and “ik” ly disagree with that, though I kept my silence. For me, it was not a question of whoever is the best. My opinion always stands for the “it depends” category. Or maybe as a woman, my ego was hurt. Hehehe. I am a feminist. For the postulations I learned in my MA subject (Discourse), I really may have embraced that of feminism.


One inane “Mhey” point, do we often say “kutsara’t tinidor” or “tinidor at kutsara”?


Of course we say the former “kutsara’t tinidor” more often because it is easier in a sense that a letter (“a” from the article “at”) was omitted. So it is indeed shorter. Haha.
And because kutsara is identified as a woman, (kutsara is mentioned first in “kutsara’t tinidor” di ba?) therefore a woman stands ahead of man. Another Haha.


I was only kidding, feministically.


Of course, it is still depends. How one is brought up, values, educational attainment, etcetera yadah yadah blah blah, for the whole package of a person, these are significant. It is not based on the gender that someone is best in his or her field. The gender issue shouldn’t be a valid point.


So what now? Wala lang. Tara let’s eat like Pinoys do. Without spoon and fork. (Even in English language, we are used to saying spoon and fork, not fork and spoon) Ehehehehe my theory. Don’t take this seriously.


Kainan na!!... :P

This time its for u

For the years that went away, im glad that i have found you again. The distance and time failed to fade your presence from my memory…

And although you are there, i can sense your longing from afar… I can always be near in thoughts and be your friend, as I was then and still…

Hanging on our faiths, i know we can get by, as God not only listens but also hears every sigh, every pain, every bruise…

Reach out to Him, He will never fail you. Run to Him, He has open arms, strong arms enough to carry our burdens…

In time we will realize, we were blessed for the pain, as we are made like Him, as prayers made us stronger and wiser, and ready to face every tomorrow.


This is for u. Your song. Take care always.

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Consuming Fire

There must be more than this,
O breath of God come breathe within,
There must be more than this,
Spirit of God we wait for You.
Fill us anew we pray,
Fill us anew we pray.

(Chorus)Consuming fire fan into flame,
A passion for Your Name,
Spirit of God fall in this place,
Lord have Your way,
Lord have Your way with us,

Come like a rushing wind,
Clothe us with power from on high,
Now set the captives free,
Leave us abandoned to Your praise.
Lord let Your glory fall,
Lord let Your glory fall.
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
Stir it up in our hearts Lord,
A passion for Your Name.

BAND AID

Naalala ko noong mga bata pa kami, meron akong pinsan na laging nadadapa, dahil siguro matangkad sya, marami syang nasasaging mga bagay. Kapag naglalaro kami, tapos madadapa sya, iiyak sya ng malakas tapos hindi sya titigil hangga’t hindi nilalagyan ng Lolo ko ng band aid yung tuhod nya, kahit wala namang sugat o kahit kapirasong galos. Natatawa na nga lang kaming magpipinsan, kase kahit walang sugat, kahit may konting lamog lang sa pagkakadapa, pinalalagyan nya na agad ng band aid.

Ganun ang bata, may kanya kanyang paraan ng paggamot sa sarili, sa pinakamadaling pamamaraan na alam nila, sa pinakamababaw na dahilan. Yung konsepto ng band aid bilang pampatigil ng iyak ay isang paraan na rin ng pagdamay sa parte naman ng Lolo ko, basta tumahan lang si ate. At si ate naman, matapos malagyan ng band aid yung tuhod na walang sugat, makikipaglaro na uli sa amin, kahit medyo masakit pa yung tuhod dahil nalamog. Sa isip ng isang musmos, nagagamot nya ang kanyang sarili.

Kapag tumanda ka na, hindi na pwedeng ganun. Sana nga pwedeng ganun. Sana nga ganun lang kadali. Magkano lang naman ang band aid dito sa tindahan sa kapitbahay, kahit siguro punuin ko yung tuhod ko, pwede, kung ang kapalit nun ay mawawala din yung sakit at lamog. Sa konsepto ng isang hindi na musmos, pang telepantasya na lang yung ganun. Hindi syempre pwede yun sa reyalidad ng buhay. Kung pwede yun, ako na sana ang unang-unang gumaya kay ate, bibili ako ng 48 piraso ng band aid para ilagay sa katawan ko. Para maya-maya lang, pwede na uli akong sumabak sa agos ng buhay. Kahit gawin ko pang 50 piraso yung band aid.

Pag sobrang sakit yung nararamdaman mo, bukod pa sa sakit na mayroon ang pisikal na katawan, mas nakahihina at mas nakapipilay yung sakit sa kalooban. Minsan nagtititig ka na lang. Bago ko nga gawin ang artikulong ito, ilang beses kong iniisip kung anung paraan ba ang dapat kong gawin para hindi ko na mararamdaman yung sakit. Hindi pwedeng umiyak ng malakas kung literal, gaya ni ate nung bata pa kami. Pero kung naririnig mo yung nararamdaman ko, kanina pa ako nananaghoy. Walang magbibigay ng band aid. Hindi kaya ng powers ng band aid.

Saka ko naisip, masarap maging bata, napakasimple ng suliranin. Saka laging may nakaalalay sayo. Pero bata yun. Kahit ako ngayon, ayoko ng lumalapit sa iba para lang humingi ng band aid. Ayoko ng ganun ka-needy. Kase gusto kong ipakita sa lahat na malakas ako, na sa sarili kong desisyon, na sa sarili kong ‘self made band aid’, magagamot ko yung sugat. Gaya ni ate, kaya ko ulit lumaro at maging masaya.

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Para sa isang taong pinag-ukulan ko ng panahon, oras, pagmamahal at atensyon, unti-unti kong kakayaning maghilom. Hinihintay ko ang araw na masasabi ko na hindi na ako nasasaktan ng paulit-ulit dahil sa laro ng buhay ko, hindi ka na parte nito.