I am Filipino - a Flip. For my caker friends, it means being bound by values, traditions, superstition and as if it wasn't enough, by opinions of people who will never step out of their boundaries because they do not know otherwise. And what it meant for me was a death sentence. It never made sense to me, how could I have been born to a race where for centuries, the descendants only followed? I rebelled but only became more of a prisoner of a society that is hell bent in detaining me. So after countless sleepless nights and thousands of thoughts captured in paper, I broke free. I left my old life, where I never felt I belonged. Turned my back on a culture that suppressed me, because it fascistly thinks it knows better. I'm still a Flip, I can't deny my color, my features but I'm no longer bound by its tradition or beliefs that a divorced woman is an outcast, simply because I said I'm done. So pardon me for not screaming at the top of my voice, crying out "Ako'y Pinoy".
Thank God for second chances.. and the assurance of His love. My family who stood by me, no matter what. And the love of a man who thought I saved him, little did he know, he saved me.
My Effervescent World
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
My Prague
Prague. Ahh... almost costed me my eye. I whipped out my camera and took shots while in the car, driving on brick roads. Only because I couldn't wait 1 more minute to get out and take it all in. There was no corner where you would not want to take pictures. Talk about being in another world. Breathtaking, wonderous. Then St. Charles Bridge came into view, where notable statues proudly loom and the Prague castle in the background, my hand clasped in Drew's.. I muttered to myself..What a wonderful world.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Paris.. City of Lovers. Unfortunately, Paris wasn't a showstopper for Drew and I. Maybe it was Rome or Venice or Florence, (not even seeing Prague yet) that ruined it for us. Or maybe, Paris wasn't really what the movies cut it out to be. After 5 minutes of gazing at the Eiffel Tower, the novelty wore off. But since we are the ultimate tourists, we had to take a pic anyways. I lied, we took several pics until I grew tired of it. My mom would not believe it when I told her that Paris wasn't that great, not what Drew and I expected. She thought I was on crack. I was definitely not on crack, was never on any unnatural substance. So those who love Paris can kiss my sorry carcass. That's right, I said it. Bravery afterall is still the order of the day.
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