Charice Pempengco: A Vision of Hope

Logging in to YouTube, mind set only to one search, I listen endlessly to only one voice. A voice that gave me goosebumps and made me teary-eyed, no matter how many times I've heard her sang. It is a voice of an angel in disguise. In moments like these rays of sunshine dominate darkness.

And then, looking back, her life was most likely stripped bare from an empty shell. She grew up not into a whole family, merely depending but on one parent. She survived not dependent on others, but her God-given talent made its way, at least, to put food on the table. At a young age, she had come across with defeat yet bounced back with vengeance. I think of this little girl, so willful, and wonder how she defied the odds. In some ways, hardships became her strength and the will to survive became her key to success.

I think of myself, of supportive family around anytime, of food around the table, of joy found in sorrow. It is more fortunate than what this little girl had endured. In life, indeed, it is true that you will emerge victorious when you brave life with strength, fervor and faith.

Oh, how she sings! I hear the echo even now. And it's louder than words. Her songs echo in my heart - for that is the hope that I carry inside. And the little girl??? CHARICE PEMPENGCO!

Remembering Rainy Days

For two days now, I am stuck at home due to non-stop raining and continuous flooding in our village. I hate it when it is raining! It made me feel gloomy and restless. I hate it even more because I could not help but remember my mother's last hours on earth.

It was the 3rd of November 2000 when super typhoon Reming hit the country. According to reports, it was one of the most destructive tropical cyclones in terms of casualties. Many properties were destroyed and many lives perished, my mother included. I could vividly remember that it was around midnight when typhoon Reming's wrath unleashed its power. It continued raining hard together with strong winds until morning. My mother who was bedridden due to a non-fatal illness was staying on the 1st floor. My father, hubby and me were in chaos because the flood was already knee-deep inside our home. I could not even recall how we were able to rescue our furniture from submerging in water, all of these happening sans electric power. Our lights were coming from small little candles! From time to time, we were to take a look at how mama was doing. She seemed restless but was doing all right, though we need to alternately fan her because she could not breath and was running out of oxygen. This seemed natural because she could not live without the electric fan turned on at its full blast. It was so unsuspecting of us that those moments would be her last. It was around 5am when the the rain stopped so I had to look at my then 3-year old son who was sleeping alone upstairs. I fell into a deep sleep when my younger sister who was 5-mos pregnant went to me at around 7 am and said that mama was gasping for breath. There was denial on our end ---she could not come near her...I could not...my father, too. It was my hubby who came near and held mama's hands. It was him who saw mama took her last breath. Fortunately, he was able to pray with her on her dying moments. We were trying to reach for a doctor inside the village, in an attempt to possibly revive her, but the flood was so high that only a ten-wheeler truck could passed through. She was declared dead at 10am though she actually expired at 7am due to complications from high blood pressure.

In hindsight, if only there was no typhoon...if only there was no flood, could it be that my mother is still alive? NOW, can you blame me if I hate rainy days????

Eva Castillo: A Song To Remember

She first caught my attention when I watched Regine Velasquez's "Roots to Riches". She was a nobody when the show started yet look at how life take its course. After the show, she was not left unnoticed. It is not her voice. It is not her persona. It is her life's drama that generated a captive audience. We, Filipinos feel for her struggle. Her pain. Her poverty. Her battle as well as her success and failure. We could identify with her because she represents us. All of us could be Evas. Perhaps that is the reason why she has a growing follower.

When I heard her sang "Minsan ang Minahal ay Ako" (Once I was Loved) on SOP, I really felt the intensity of her emotion. I could feel her pain through the song's lyrics. It is a known fact that she was a singing champ, not more than once defeating Regine Velasquez, the Asia's Songbird. Unconsciously, the song could have hit her hard. It could have hit others, too, who are on the same road she had taken. I want to share with you her song, so like me, you can get some thoughts on life, too.

An aftermath of her performance dawned on me that songs are invented to musically present life in every form. Each lyric has a thought, each melody has an instrument, each song has a lesson and each Eva Castillo is a SONG to remember!!!

Enduring Ties

My father in white polo together with colleagues from the Children's Hospital where he works

I got a phone call from my father last night. How I really miss him! He migrated to America in 2004 and settled in the busy district of Los Angeles together with his siblings and mother. Yup! My Lola is still alive and healthy at 93. Papa is the eldest among 8 children and is now turning 72 on November 16. Anyway, he called to say that he is now eligible to file for American citizenship this July. I could sense that he's excited since he can now enjoy the perks of being a US citizen aside from the health insurance and medical benefits he's enjoying as a green card holder/senior citizen. I am truly happy for him! He is not affectionate and showy as a father and he could be as cold as ice sometimes but he is a good father and a good husband. He was never unfaithful to mama until the time of her death. For me and my only sister, that is most treasured.

As his first born, my sister agrees that I am his favorite. True or not, one thing is sure: I am my father's daughter. And our tie cannot be separated by distance nor time!

Children as Blessings

As I was contemplating on what to write today, I asked my son for suggestion. "Why don't you write something about us?", he said. I felt uncomfortable for a moment but knowing it could give hope and encouragement to childless couples, I decided to share with you on how 2 years after marriage we were finally blessed with a son and 6 years after, a daughter followed.

I went steady with hubby Dong for 8 years. We got married when I turned 27. I knew we needed to immediately start a family because my biological clock is ticking. However, we were not as lucky as others. I had a miscarriage before my son. My mother also had miscarriages due to low placenta so I believe I could have inherited it from her. For two years, we were trying to conceive but to no avail. During our 2nd yr of marriage, my husband was invited by peers to join Brotherhood of Christian Businessmen and Professionals (BCBP) Las Pinas chapter. We attended the weekly formation sessions and offered our fervent wish to have a child during prayer intentions. The community also prayed for us. The chain of prayers must have really worked wonders for God immediately heeded our plea. On our 5th week in the formation, I was already conceiving. Imagine the joy in my heart upon confirming that I would be a mother soon. We named the baby boy John Christian because he is a proof of God's graciousness.

Six years after the birth of my eldest, I was convinced that I could no longer bore another child due to some medical complications. Also, I had another miscarriage aside from I was in my mid-thirties already. However, God indeed is full of surprises. He gave us another child, a daughter we named Selena (a name insisted by her Kuya after we saw Selena Quintanella-Perez's filmbio on HBO) Therese (from my patron saint Therese of the Child Jesus).

Now, John Christian (Jaycee) is turning 12 on December 20 and Selena Therese (Baby) recently turned 6 last May. Looking at them tonight as they peacefully sleep, I could not contain my happiness for having been blessed with well-mannered and God-fearing children. As they would frequently ask, "mommy, where did we come from"? My answer is always the same and definite: "YOU ARE BLESSINGS FROM GOD!"