Why Love of Country is Needed More than Ever

June 12, 2020

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"The love of country can never be expunged once it has entered the heart because it bears the divine mark that makes it eternal and imperishable."

This is a quote in one of my favorite articles which is Jose Rizal's essay "El Amor Patrio (For Love of Country)." This is a piece that's widely taught in schools but many seem to overlook the message woven between his beautiful words on how the love of country, once marked inside of you, will never leave. And how love of country will also push you to do what you can to improve its conditions especially when we are experiencing all these social maladies (RIZAL PUN, PLEASE APPRECIATE).

After all, as Rizal then followed after saying that first quote that love has always been the "extreme force" behind the most sublime actions and that the love of country has lead to many heroic deeds.


Nearly two centuries later, the love of country is needed more than ever.

It's apparent with the events this 2020 just how much we need to rally our rights especially when it's challenged by those who challenge the law and think they can get away with it. Twice to thrice as much as the people who think they can get away from the law are the million who are suffering because of unjust enforcement.

I will ask you, in a country that has declared its independence over a hundred years ago, has it really been free?


Nagdudusa na ang Inang Bayan

We all have individual freedom and that is limited to not stepping on other people's rights. And as a "Free country" with a Constitution that has enshrined the rights we have, why are our rights suddenly at risk? Why is this supreme law also being challenged?

It seems asking for assurance in providing a country with basic needs such as healthcare and education is suddenly too muck to ask. It's as if speaking out on the shortcomings of those we voted to power in the first place has become our faults rather than theirs who break their promises. It's as if protocols and guidelines crafted especially in managing this time of the virus crisis have not even had the masses in mind.

And yet, priorities are made instead on other things rather than providing efficient assistance to the millions who are affected by this pandemic. As this pandemic continues to constrain all activity, why is this government also suddenly defending how it is also constraining our freedom?

Constraining in a "I will limit your freedom of speech, actions, etc" type of way, by the way. The lockdown of course restricts our actions but it is needed if we need to contain this virus.

What do you do if the power-hungry, the incapable, and the unemphatic are either ones who guard people like hawks to find ways in imposing authority or are ones who could barely even care how much the country has been suffering?

What happened to the leaders we need to look up to and learn on how to love this country by always thinking of the common good and letting fairness happen for everyone? Why is it suddenly a game where we're all pitted against each other as the powerful swiftly builds more walls instead of bridges?

Love recognizes not only beauty and the good but also staying through the ugly and bad--and finding ways to address it especially if it drags everyone down. In many scenarios, people leave partners who are abusive, toxic, selfish and it is wise to do so. But with our country, all these struggles she is facing, is it wise to leave? Is it wise to stay quiet and allow what our forefathers fought for evaporate forever?

We need the love of country because it fuels the desire for its improvement. Love isn't always blind and should NEVER be especially when you love a country, you will never allow greed to deprive its citizens from their freedom. Because when that happens, freedom will only remain only a mere mist of an idea than the independence our forefathers died for.

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Quarantine Edition

HOW SKINCARE BECAME MY UNEXPECTED QUARANTINE SAVIOR

June 11, 2020

And how the quarantine saved my skincare (lol)


I noticed with better skin, with or without makeup, there's a certain glow that shows not even good makeup can give. Only wore a bit of powder for base here and concealer on some acne scars.

I have a love and hate relationship with skincare.

In highschool, my favorite thing to do after class besides going home is to go to the nearby Mercury Drug to replenish my beauty soaps that did nothing to my skin, whitening lotions that only gave me a white film, and Myra-E moisturizer sachets (the only moisturizer I can afford then even if it gave me awful butlig) when they run out for me. My most expensive skin item was a tub of bentonite clay from Healthy Options, which helped me with my occasional zits back then.

In college, it would still pretty much be the same however I usually had no regular routine since I was too tired to do so every night and I knew I had good skin genes to back me up. I loved sheet masks and tried them like how I'm eager seeing different flavored candies in the store. However, it made me breakout too because too much moisture for my oily skin? Should have known better!

Fast forward now in my mid 20s, with me hopping from one routine to the next to simply none at all which has become a vicious skin cycle, I still see skincare as something important but after buying a P1,000 Pixi Toner that did nothing to my face after enjoying the first few weeks of glowing skin, I told myself skincare is not an investment beyond Watsons pricing--unless someone gifts me a jar of La Mer (Not in this economy).

However, with the quarantine, I felt emotionally unwell. Countless talks with counselors through the phone all seemed to give me the same kind of advice, which is to lose focus on things I cannot control. I've been weighed heavily on these types of thoughts especially during the first month of quarantine and boy, was it HEA-VY. They were all big problems for me but also, they were all inevitable anyway so no use in wishing it happened otherwise.

I learned slowly about self-care in little ways, be it a few of minutes of reading or hours of writing. I learned how a self-care ritual of any purpose served me the needed push and motivation, especially in those moments I kept beating myself down. But the most significant for me was discovering how skincare, a seemingly indulgent thing for me, is a ritual that calmed me down and made me feel a bit more confident with my own skin.

As small as it sounds, but I discovered how magical it is using scented body wash when I shower and slathering a similarly scented lotion with it. It's funny because on usual days, I just use whatever soap is there and save lotion when I felt scaly. Yet, it still needed more pushing to incorporate skincare as a mental health reliever for me the way shopping, eating out, hanging with friends, and doing my makeup does.

But I can't do those things anymore. It can be a little frivolous to shop online at a pandemic like this for clothes I'm not even sure I'll get to wear soon enough as I still have a backlog of new clothes in the house. Eating out when I can has suddenly turned into me eating whatever is in the house but at least being thankful there's something to eat even if it's not the indulgent dishes I once spent on. And hanging out with friends during a pandemic can be done online sure, but I also need to give space especially when this is affecting everyone seriously.

So, there came that random curiosity towards skincare and how there's a world beyond Watsons and Mercury Drug offerings. I would watch videos on skincare or read on ingredients, and then write down product recommendations I'm interested to try. Then, add to cart and wait for what I didn't know was something that gave me much more than better skin.

Just some(Yes, some)  of the skincare purchases I made this quarantine. 


From relying on 4 products consisting of face wash, face oil, face mist, and the occasional masking, I suddenly saw a mini apothecary of sorts in my vanity, expanded with moisturizing creams in jars; potent serums in droppers; and exfoliating acids in bottles. Of course, they aren't just simply standing there but I learned to also put them on.

I used to really not care about putting skincare religiously but now, I have an actual regimen since I can't make excuses. I used to think it was so militant to be religious but I found it's relaxing and something I--gasp--look forward to! Smearing creams, adding serums, and massaging them in my skin also allowed me to sink in the thought that I deserve to be taken care off in this way.

That when my mind will not always think I'm at my most beautiful, I still deserved to look my best. That I deserve to consume something that was well-thought of and researched and not because it only fulfilled a certain purpose. Skincare was something I overlooked for years.


After I looked up online, I thought quarantine was the best period of incorporating exfoliating acids in my regimen, which is known to have a purging effect. Not looking back to life without retinol now lol


Also, there is this sensorial experience of applying something in my skin that I know has had more research done and included ingredients that will improve my skin. It's like I'm giving value to it the way I'd invest in nicer clothes and shoes or in more authentic food and cuisine. I'd normally feel my skin can do away with all the fancy rituals and additional fancy products as someone who just kept it simple for years but if my skin did, it won't look at its best--and I won't feel my best too.

Doing these small, somewhat spoiled rituals I do for my skin--the largest organ--created a sense of comfort and care. Caring for myself was something I initially did not feel during the quarantine--nor was it prioritized prior to the quarantine when all I did was think of other people and things before myself.

And it showed physically. Friends whom I video chat often notice I was much more glowing. People in the house commented that there was something different. I would reason always it's the skincare but I know it's really the change of mindset during this quarantine that I needed a little more TLC whether it's in this small form such as skincare or a large one such as finally warranting myself to this kind of indulgence.

Honestly, I get a little anxious thinking about how much I've spent on skincare recently during the quarantine and I know I spent more than I ever did in my entire life relying on absolutely cheap things that did nothing but be abrasive on or dehydrate my skin. But let's just say it's a guilty pleasure now that is actually an investment in the long term--especially when I'll have more glowy skin and even more confidence in the way I look as I get older.

For me, skincare--or rather, learning to look forward in following one in the day and night--reminded me of a normal routine I'd follow prior to quarantine. There is that elaborate commute I take before going to work. There is that process of studying news and writing notes when covering actual daily coverages. I longed for a routine that gave me fulfillment somehow like these daily challenges that I can't experience when I'm locked in the house. But I have this skincare routine, as trivial and ridiculous as it is in comparison, that gives a me something to wait through with patience knowing it will be worth it in the long run.




About the QUARANTINE SERIES

These are a series of posts that discuss mental health, deep thoughts, and random experiences during my time in the quarantine. Details of my battles and my triumphs written like how I write it--with honesty and a little insight.

To Walk These School Halls Soon

June 03, 2020



When I was on my last year of college, the only other thoughts I had in my mind besides walking in my toga was earning money and getting my master's degree/law degree(There was a brief period during this time I did think about it and had my excited cousins tour me around the law school I was supposed to only apply for. Even inquired for the exams' review too).

I think I've said this many times for the past years that I imagined myself more in my postgrad toga and cap more than being a bride! Dreamt more of the MA and Ph.D added to my name more than the Mrs. and my future husband's last name.

I love school and half of me was ready to immediately move on to my postgrad despite the dizzying stage of my action research/thesis juggled with one whole term of full time teaching in school as my practicum. I do remember a few weeks before my actual graduation, I already asked my professors for both postgrad advice and for recommendation letters! I was already scouting the universities for that future campus I'd walk its halls on--except for DLSU as advised by one of my mentors who said a different environment will challenge me.

Boy, I do love a good challenge.

Of course, those 2018 plans pretty much evaporated and I was faced with quite another challenge. I spent my 2018 until now as a journalist, so make that two years as someone in the labor force. It was something my heart wanted and definitely something I never thought in my wildest dreams I'll be able to pursue since I'm only armed with a English degree and no collegiate student journalism background except for taking one journalism class as a major.

I already had my heart set out to go back to the academe but that's pretty much how love blindsided me and my love for writing and for the country did just that.

But I do realize that it's in these moments between after graduation from my Bachelor's Degree and before getting into much higher education that became crucial to what I really wanted to pursue. It's within the past two years I learned to let go of some dreams and think realistically. It's working as a writer that made me realize, what degree AND school will polish me better as an educated citizen who's enduring all these social realities? 

When I was an undergrad, I won't deny that the other perks initially lured me in to pursuing an MA and Ph.D--such as the title, assured high positions in jobs, and the potential pay I'll get by the university if I publish something internationally under them (Oh, the dream!). As the years go by, I realized that setting foot in the halls of where I'll study my master's degree should be a continuation of WHAT this world is telling me I'm supposed to do while I was immersing myself in the real working world. With each stride I take in my future university's halls, whatever it could be, I go here not as a freshman who will need the training before she gets into the real world. I entered as an adult who is decided on what she wants to address and how higher education will help her attain it--because she already experienced the harsh world she was thrown into after college.

Many times during difficulties at work, I fantasize going back to school again because for so many years school has always been my home. It's where I felt efforts I inserted matched how I succeeded unlike work where I could give it 200% and still not get the story or the praise. But I think this is what this period is supposed to make me feel: that there's other things to live for besides academic distinction I have striven for years. That not everything I give to the world will not be paid back full--or not at all.

I started having different dreams on top of some of my longtime goals and the meaning of studying again is not only about continuing what I left off in my college graduation BUT ALSO what I began when I worked as a journalist.

I'm lucky I still have the professors and my old batchmates, whom a number are in MA, are pushing for me to finally study and still believe in my capabilities. With this COVID-19 sitch, it's still a long shot before I even have the chance to hit the classroom and research life again. I'll be persistent yet patient because these moments of quarantine have allowed me to reflect on what will be the best path for me to finally take in school.

The future school halls I'll be walking in have always waited for me to arrive and the path it leads goes beyond.

Portraits of then and now

June 02, 2020

Do you remember the kind of person you were a few years ago?

I'll tell you mine through portraits of then and now.



2020 me, after 3 years I dedicated to improving and realizing my power 

A few years ago, a shy girl decided to have a shoot wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and black cycling shorts--no bra. She found it daring. She never liked taking pictures and  hated posing for a camera (and let's just say, I still do). But she felt within a spontaneous and random moment during what seemed like a difficult 2017, that she had something in her. A certain fire burning inside her that somehow made her feel she wants to be her real true self.

During these times, some three years back, she was still experiencing fresh wounds from pain she experienced. She was still on a shell after the humiliation and guilt, yet she was well on her way to being in a better place. If only she knew what happened some three years later. I guess she'd be proud.

2017: She's on her way to obtaining the power she's always had in her

I look back at these photos, when I considered them just a product of boredom, and saw how there's still strength in this girl who still decided to march through the trials and was about to start on that journey. The strong spirit has always been in her eyes. It will take sunlight, rain, and so much more for it to bloom out of her.

She decided to be more independent. She discovered places alone, watching concerts as she sang along or wandering through museums on rainy afternoons. She began mapping what she wanted to do in life and started working on it before graduation. She knew what she was capable of. And still does.

2017: Oh she has it and she knows it. Something ignited in her to fight and succeed.

It's been three years since I posed for these photos and it still remains to be one of the most powerful and poignant points during that year. It was picture proof that hey, I'm still here after being beaten up by the difficulties and I'm not backing down. I knew someday I'd want to see how I changed for the better. I was looking forward to it.

If this girl only knew how in those three years, it felt like anguish. Things never came easy and it shouldn't be; How will she find the value in that? But she never gave up. She fought through and won in some challenges. For those moments she lost, she learned lessons and gave it her best shot the next time.  

She pursued her dreams and is working on them still. She is finally doing what she knows best and for the country she loves.

She became more confident as a woman and it showed. There were times she was unsure of her capabilities, there were times she doubted herself. But she still knew what she had and harnessed it. She knew her power and she's always had it. Not even a moment of doubt can overpower her innate strength.

She embraced her sensuality and celebrated every curve in her body. She valued improving her intellect and skills for the social good. She knew what kind of woman she is and she's fierce and phenomenal. Her eyes will lure you in yet will shut you out, for you can't handle this strongwoman. She's always known she had a bit of magic in her and throughout the years she worked on being spellbinding, bewitching.

And it undeniably shows. You can't mess with a woman who knows the divine femininity in her.

2020 portrait: I'm indestructible, magical.

Funny how I tell this tale through portraits and how I still refer this girl as a separate entity when that girl is me. It's been surreal to reach farther than I once was a few years ago in this journey to improve myself. To go beyond what I initially set for myself. May these portraits set a reminder of soldiering on to being much more powerful in the times to come.

Let's Discuss

You're a Feminist but are you really?

May 30, 2020

Me when someone says they're "feminists" only after sharing empowerment posts *looks at them suspiciously then politely smiles*

Everyone who knows me dearly knows that if I weren't a journalist, I'd probably be half way through my masters by now. What degree was I applying for? Other than English, I was eyeing, and actually leaning more on, Women and Development Studies: a continuation and formalization of the feminism I instilled as a kid until I grew older and learned along the way that it's more than just empowering women. For a period, I did want to teach gender studies and still do want to specialize in it after being inspired by my Literature profs and a feminism study I wrote back in college. I could be teaching future leaders and policymakers who will make the concrete differences we need.

So here I am today discussing how suddenly, everyone is a "feminist." Let's disregard for this discussion how there are still misogynists and sexists out there because yes, they are cancer but they won't be part of a point I'll make. We're talking about the so-called feminists which I feel, are just as toxic.

It's great to see everyone say "Let's empower women!" or "Feminism is for everyone!" because clearly, I do support those ideals. Women, in the long history of oppression that they experience, need to be pushed and supported to be the best they can be. And the rest of the people who say think it's cool to say they are into feminism because of "women empowerment" clearly need to realize it's more than just throwing that affirmation that you're on the side of women only.

So yes, I'll be the one to tell you that feminism is helping address the problems behind why women need the empowerment. Or at least recognizing them.

Because going deep into these issues, this is where I see many "feminists" get uncomfortable or worse: indifferent or ignorant.

Celebrating women is important. But that's not the focal point of feminism. We need to support each other and not just "vocalize" it.

I thought of writing this because it irks me that feminism is shown off like some sort of charity to empower women like you must be a saint or it's an attractive trait. Or feminism is a sudden aesthetic to garner likes and followers by showing bland empowerment quotes and women-centric art. People are starting pages, preaching ladies to be stronger and call themselves feminists but have no idea that "feminism" is more than just encouraging women. It's also not as simple as telling women to dress how we want because clothing is never an excuse, when we still have an environment of predators and sexism we need to eradicate.

Feminism is not only about saying to the world your outpouring support for women and gender equality. It's an agenda to push for fairness and justice for women and in many situations, that doesn't always mean to push for equality. Gender equality, for what it's worth, is a nice goal to attain. But if we gotta be academically specific because we surely have to be since I am discussing feminism after all, feminism is recognizing equity, above all. Simply put, equity is pushing for equality based on respective needs of both sexes. And as proven in past literature and reports, needs of women are never addressed and still have a long way to go before we achieve that parity.

Feminism is fighting for equal pay for equal amounts of work between men and women. Feminism is not allowing women to be belittled in doing what they can do.
But Feminism is also knowing that needs of women are not equal to that of men. It's respecting and fighting for our rights which in many cases, are not biologically the same as that of men's, like maternity needs and periods and the fact women are at more risks to other diseases than men.

Living by feminism is a check of what ideals you personally follow and the people you interact with. It disgusts me seeing girls especially, as much as I do appreciate their "women empowerment" slogans and banners that only concern on aesthetics and don't touch the real issues, still tolerate the kind of men and women in their circle who don't respect women or anyone in general. Who date men who are absolutely disgusting and disrespect and sexualizes females. Who pretty much don't care about the victims of abuse, rape, etc. Who ignore that women need treatment for trauma, depression. etc.

Because of course, the "feminist" in you aesthetic chasers think a slogan saying "YOU GO GIRL! " will solve everything. You get me here.

I have met many people who learn that I am a feminist (which I don't say) and the first thing they say is that I probably hate men and I think am better than men which is the usual misconception with feminism. But another misconception? It's simply siding with women, cheering them on when you have no idea on the issues and are indifferent to the reality.

People will read this and think maybe I'm raining on people's parade of girly photoshop skills on their empty "feminism" campaigns on Instagram and other social media.

There's a need to discuss the deeper context of feminism especially if we do aim to make everyone feminists. And that it's not okay to think people will be content by ONLY telling women to rise up and chase goals and do whatever the heck we want. It's never that simple. We have to also contribute for better conditions so we women won't fall back again. We have to educate others that it's never alright to bypass and violate our rights.

Yes, it's important to make women feel better about themselves but let's be more sustainable and longterm with our feminist goals.

So to the faux feminists who just use it for the image more than the ideology: LEAVE, BRUHA KA (As quoted by Sanchez, 2020)



About "Let's Discuss" in my blog

This series is aimed to bring into discussion (duh) about current issues that are multifaceted yet only spoke of through a binary. Issues that are not only black and white but have sensitive gray matter which is expansive, complicated, and often ignored.

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House/Home

May 27, 2020


Hello! Here's one of the poetry I've written during the quarantine, which to be honest I barely wrote any poetry during quarantine.  I definitely had to think hard for weeks before posting this one, because I felt I was doing well the past few months since I last went out with someone exclusively. Whatever happened in the past doesn't bother me. Don't think it should especially when it's done.

If I do come to a decision to post this, it's because of the poem alone. This is not a gateway for wanting reconnection nor is it my affirmation I never got over something. :)

I've always been stronger without a man.

My poem: House/Home by yours truly


Poetry

A Young Twenty-Something

May 22, 2020

This poem was originally written as a short post but I experimented and pretty much separated and lined phrases and sentences. I saw it came out quite good this way, I liked it better than just three paragraphs of my random thoughts as a twenty-something still wondering through this life. Anyways, here is my post slash somewhat poem "A Young Twenty-Something." 


All these thoughts buzzing through, telling me what or what not to do


A young twenty-something
You have nearly a decade
to map out what to do,
make mistakes if you have to.
Or maybe you're a twenty-something
who needs to shape up
and be the man of the house.
You're young, in your twenties,
but wondering about that something.


What's that something?
 I guess it's in these
"young twenty-something" years
you question the inexplicable
Existence? Purpose? Meaning of it all?
What is that "all" at all?


I'm a twenty-something.
Does that mean I'm dying at forty or fifty?
Over mentally arduous pondering,
over a forever mid-life crisis?