My wife is almost nearing her term and we are so close to becoming new parents.
The thought still hasn’t completely registered with me. I notice that it’s always like this in some significant events in my life.
In just a few days, this house that the two of us share (with our 4 dogs) is going to be the home for another brand new human being. To me it is surreal more than it sounds.
I’m excited for a lot of things. I’m interested in how a person with my genes would look like and turn out. I’m interested to know what traits she got from me and her mom. What she would be like as her own individual self. Her uniqueness, her strengths, her weaknesses. Would she love food and books and travelling and adventures as much as I do. Would she headbang to classical music. What kind of humor would she have. What her passion in life would be. So many things are running through my head.
But first, we would have to go through the birthing process first, my wife particularly. I have witnessed hundreds of births in my lifetime but I guess nothing completely prepares you for this kind of experience. We don’t have first-hand experience but we’re both confident that we’ll be able to make it. My wife, our baby, and me.
It’s kind of ironic that my reason for reviving my blog is because of the death of a family friend.
This year, death has claimed more friends and relatives than what is – if I may use the word – acceptable. Acceptable could be 1 in 3, 5 or 10 years, but this year alone, I have had 5 dead friends or relatives. It’s starting to get disturbing.
One death can be rattling, especially when it’s a tragic one, so 5 can really get me thinking lots of weird shit. Even weirder than usual. It makes me anticipate death at every turn. It projects possible future death scenarios that I know will definitely happen but just not ready to face yet. It makes me realize how life can be both priceless and insignificant at the same time. It’s a tug-of-war of emotions.
Since I’m leaning towards the positive, for the sake of my new family, I’m trying my best to use it to be more appreciative of the often taken-for-granted moments, whether alone or with other people.
It’s only a few days before elections. It’s going to be another one of those opportunities that Filipinos are going to waste by electing incompetent and power-hungry officials to rule over them. The public service bullshit is really just that: bullshit. It’s always been as clear as day. Just check their track record with what they say and do during the campaign period.
The only reason anyone would think that the election period has officially started is because the filing of candidacy has just been opened. In truth, the shameless campaigning of those wishing to run for public office next year has already started many months ago. Heck, there were already political ads last year. It refreshes my memory of all the frustrating questions about politics and politicians in general.
The recent news about Ahmed and his clock, a Syrian father selling ball pens to take care of his daughter, a poor kid studying outside a McDonald’s store, and many other similar news have put a spotlight on our shortsightedness as a society. The common denominator among these stories is our tendency to take action on very important issues based mostly on its emotional appeal and very little about anything else.
The current issue with Mary Jane Veloso, a Filipina who is scheduled to be executed by firing squad in Indonesia along with 9 other convicted foreigners, exposes the shallow sentiments and the pathetic double standards of Filipinos. Ever since the announcement of the execution and when the news picked up on local TV channels, several groups including the government itself, religious groups, etc. filed appeals, held petitions, wrote letters, requested reconsideration to save the life of the poor, innocent lady from the Philippines. All these efforts seem to be futile since the Indonesian Attorney General’s Office has already ordered the execution, which will possibly be carried out Tuesday, April 28th, 2015. Nevertheless, Filipinos are relentless in their appeal to save Mary Jane. Sadly, just Mary Jane.