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(Hey, my Multiply blog's got the text editing up.. Mas nakakagana tuloy magblog dito.=P)
A couple of years back, I bitched about the weak/disabled: how they use their disability to gain the upper hand on just about everything, without making it seem like they're demanding too much. People would just say "pagbigyan na, kawawa naman eh." I got tired of that. To re-read the hate blog, I had to go back to my Friendster account (which means it was THAT long since I wrote it)..
http://voltz2911.blog.friendster.com/2006/03/kalokohan-ng-mga-mahihina/
Ngayon, dahil eleksyon nanaman, puro na lang "para sa mahirap" o "galing sa mahirap" ang mga kandidato. Nakakatawang isipin na pinagkakalandakan ni Gloria ang mga nagawa nya upang "palakasin" ang ekonomiya ng bansa, pero sobrang dami pa rin ng "mahihirap" na inaapilahan ng mga kandidato ngayon.
Pero hindi ito ang punto ng blog na ito. Babalik ako sa kalokohan ng mga mahihinang ito, ang mga mahihirap.
Ilang beses ka na bang nagmaneho at nakatukan ng malakas ng mga pulubi? Ilang beses ka na bang nahingan ng naglalakad na gusgusin habang nakikipagkwentuhan sa mga kaibigan mo sa labas ng building?
Masama siguro ako sa pag-iisip ng ganito. Alam ko na may mga taong kailangan talaga ng tulong, tulad na lang nun lalaking kuba na kamay na ang ginagamit na panglakad na namamalimos sa Julia Vargas, o yung mamang bulag dati na nakaluhod habang namamalimos sa Magsaysaya. Pero sabi nga nila, hindi naman kasalanan ang ipinanganak na mahirap; pero kasalanan mo na kung tumanda ka na't matatapos ang buhay mo nang mahirap ka pa rin.
Tila walang pinagkaiba ang mga mahihirap na namamalimos sa mga siga; bibigyan mo ng pera ang siga dahil natatakot ka't baka saktan ka, samantalang bibigyan mo ng pera ng mahirap kasi gusto mo na siyang umalis, o naawa ka sa kanya. Minsan talagang nakakabastos na rin yung mga nanglilimos, at kadalasan ay binibigyan na lang sila para lumayo na. Hayup mangalabit kun nakatayo ka lang sa labas, kung nasa kotse ka naman ay didikitan ng mukha nila ang bintana ng kotse mo. Pag binigyan mo ang isa, dudumugin ka ng iba pa.
Ang pamamalimos ay trabahong tamad. Awa lang ang hinihintay mo para makakain ka sa araw-araw. Init lang ng panahon ang kalaban mo, pero ang gagawin mo lang naman ay ilalabas ang kamay mo at bubuksan ang palad para magkapera. Hindi dapat sinasanay ang mga namamalimos sa "awa" ng may konting baryang kayang ibigay.
Ang mga bata, kung pinipilit lang sila ng mga magulang nila, o ginagamit ng sindikato, ay dapat lumapit na sa mga MMDA o DSWD o Bantay Bata para kupkupin na sila dun. Kahit na wala akong tiwala sa gobyerno, gusto kong maniwala na ang mga institusyong ito ay ginagawa pa rin ang kanilang makakaya para gawin ang dapat nilang ginagawa. Kahit na ibig sabihin nito ay iiwanan nila ang kanilang pamilya, dapat isipin nila na habambuhay silang mamamalimos para sa makakain nila kung mananatili silang kasama ng kanilang pamilya.
Ang mga binatilyo, siguro makakakuha ng raket sa pagiging kargador o runner ng mga bodega, o kahit janitor sa eskwelahan para maging scholar. Ang mga nanay na karga karga pa ang mga anak habang namamalimos ay dapat iniisip na pag may ginawa sila eh may posibilidad na mabuntis sila. Ang mga tila siga talaga na malakas mangalabit pag nanlilimos eh pwede rin sigurong maging kargador or something.
Punto, kung may lakas pa ang katawan nila, sa ibang bagay nila dapat ginagamit ito, at hindi sa pangingikil sa mga tao. Hindi pwedeng tumanda na lang sila nang namamalimos. Hindi dapat sinasanay ang mga namamalimos na nabibigyan sila parati. Wala silang pinagkaiba sa mga siga noong mga bata pa tayo na nangingikil ng piso piso. Habang ang araw araw mo ay pinapasakit ang ulo mo o katawan mo sa kakatrabaho, lalapitan ka ng mga pulubing to para hingan lang ng pera, at ikaw naman, bilang "mabuting" tao, ay magbibigay. Hindi mo tinutulungan ang pulubi sa pagbibigay ng konting barya sa kanya. Hindi aangat ang estado ng buhay nya sa palima-limang piso na binibigay mo. Mabuti pang bilhin mo na ang bente pesos na sampaguita ng batang nagbebenta kesa bigyan mo ng limang piso ang batang kumakatok lang.
Kung gusto mo talagang makatulong, bigyan mo sila ng pagkain, para alam mong sa pang kain ang paglilimos nya.
Pero para bigyan mo sila ng limos? Binibigyan mo lang ang siga ng dahilan para kikilan ka nya ulit bukas.
A blog I’ve been meaning to write for the past couple of weeks. It should’ve been done as soon as it popped in my head, but I didn’t have the chance to write or post it. Anyway, here goes.
Eventually, we got around to talking again, tried to tie loose ends. She’d like to have me back in her life, as I would her, but a couple of factors came to play, at least for me. One, I thought it was unfair to her, if I came back to her after an episode with another girl. Two, I thought about what people might say. And yes, though I should be the last person in the world who would probably think that that matters, I actually thought it did.
I wanted to completely move on from my episode before I can truly pursue Che the second time around. I didn’t want to have my mind drifting away thinking of another person if I was with Che, so though we were in good terms, I didn’t want to ask, I didn’t want to move to another level. The other thing that was pulling me back was what people thought. It mattered now, because my pride is on the line. I said before that I wasn’t going to be getting back with Che, and at the time, it seemed so sure. Now, my pride didn’t want to eat itself up with those bold claims.
But then it came to a point where I just cared for her more than I could care for anyone else. There was just me and her. I wasn’t stalking anyone anymore; I just wanted to know what was up with Che’s YM status. I wasn’t waiting for a call anymore during lunch; I was just interested in knowing if Che ate hers already. I wasn’t looking forward to going home early to go online for Skype; I was thinking of ways to pass the time so that Che might notice I’m still in the office past 6:30PM and might think of asking me out for dinner (or find it as an excuse for me to ask her out).
Ultimately, we got together simply with this dialogue:
Che: Meron!
Me: Sino?
And just like that, we’re back to where we were before. Probably a little more grown up, but definitely with more open eyes.
And so, here’s my take:
Everybody’s looking for their perfect someone, the ideal person. Most of the time, these people who search for that being are those who are labeled as NBSB if they’re attractive, and, well, you don’t label the ugly ones, you just say “oh.” This is their best answer to the question "bakit wala ka pang boyfriend/girlfriend?"
Well, I’ve got news for you. He/she doesn’t exist. That perfect person is only perfect in your mind but never in reality. With time, you’d realize, he/she isn’t anything more than any other person you could’ve been with. You search for the ideal person, and might turn out as who you pictured him/her to be, but as a couple, you probably wouldn’t be able to stand him/her.
I said this before in Che’s debut, and I’ll say it again; she is not my perfect girl. She is anything but. She’s not the chinita, petite, fair-skinned, (slightly) chubby girl that I had pictured in my mind. But she is, I think, the right girl for me. We have our differences, true, but we can live with it. We know what the other one needs and what the other doesn’t. There are irreconcilable differences between us, but aren't there in any relationship? After all, we are two different people. We can’t have the same wants, needs, opinion, and attitudes. We just have to work our way around it to get to what’s important: the person to love, detached from all the worldly worries.
As there is no perfect person, there is no perfect relationship. Any relationship, no matter how smooth it may be, can always be broken off if one of the parties involved decide that it’s not working anymore, when one of the parties decide to lose hope that the relationship can work. No relationship can sustain itself. People in it just have to make it work.
And we both want to make this work. We've made it work before, and we are confident that we can make it work now and in the future. We're not a perfect couple; we may not epitomize the ideal for each other, and we may have different opinions about stuff, but we feel right for each other. And that's what matters most.
And so, eating my pride and my words declaring we won't get back together, I say here for all you readers to read:
I love you Che, let's make it work.
For you, non-believer, for you who doesn't like the idea of us back together, just live with it. After all, you may not be living a perfect life yourself. I like this. We like this. You don't matter again. You have your opinion, but then, we'll be the ones who are going to be together, so, leave your "expert opinion" to yourself.
I don't care if you think that I/she deserves better, what matters is that we feel right for each other. No one can dictate who's better for who, because like I said, it's the people in the relationship who make it work. For our relationship, your opinions are as useful as a jacket in the summer; it's handy to have if the cold weather decides to mess up the sunny skies, but normally, it can be buried beneath all the summer clothes.
For those who liked the changed relationship status, thank you. For those who didn't, I'm sorry that you're disappointed, but I'm not sorry that we made us happy.