home

. do you miss home?.

its has been a few months now since i joined the multitude of filipinos who have decided to be part of the diaspora. reasons-aside, singapore was a plausible home away from home. all the how's and why's are fodder for lengthy discussions reserved for long nights.

in the meantime, i'm going home for the holidays. i miss my grimmy, noisy, smiling and optimistic philippines. i'm sure after a while, i will long for the contrast that my adopted country offers. it will be different next time. home will be with me when i return. it will lessen the why's and the what for's.

prejudice

. is racial discrimination existent in your country?.

over christmas lunch, discussion turned into the on-going racial tension in australia. it was a good segue to talk about the prevalence of discrimination and the manners we have seen, heard and felt it. somehow, i got the end of a question, ' do you have discrimination in your country?'

i believe there will always be racial discrimination regardless of where one is. the mere fact that we are similar yet so different from each other will always stoke the fire of indifference. my country is no different. depending on one's ethnicity, social strata, age range or even the shape of our nose, one is either in or out.

i will always be different from the next person beside me. and you will always be not who i would like you to be. that's how are ... bar none, we are prejudiced. its the degree by which we show it or how we let rule our lives that make the difference.

whispers

.how do deaf whisper to each other?.

from where i would normally sit in church, i can see a section of the ground floor pews filled with the hearing impaired. i would occassionally glance at them as a lead person hurriedly 'signs' whatever is being said or sang. i would pick up a sign here and then.

this morning though, a man from behind me asked his companion, 'how do deaf whisper to each other?' i think he was either attempting to ellicit a giggle or he was just plain insensitive. i would venture to say that its the latter. nonetheless, it made me think...

when you whisper to another, a secret is being passed. does that mean the hearing impaired does'nt have to hide anything from each other? no secrets. a blissful state.

it's just sad though that we who hear are outsiders in their world of codified gestures and expressions.
kyrie

live forever

. do you need a lifetime to live forever?
it is interesting how the mind works when one's mortality is questioned. flashbacks. flashforwards. too soon. what could be.
in the end, it doesnt matter how short or long we live. we all live forever through others, to the lives we have touched. i resolve to leave this world a better place than when i arrived. semper vivo...

:: initium ::

: where do you start? and when do you begin?
it does'nt really matter for as long as you do: