Sunday, April 22, 2007

You are a Pinoy, a Filipino if...

Once apon a time, I stumbled upon a funny list regarding how to know you are Filipino. Evidently many Filipinos were very upset with the stereotypes. I found it very amusing, especially considering most of the sterotypes applied to my family.

There was a time when I was not proud of my heritage. It is something that I am still ashamed to say. The Canadian Cultural Mosaic was not always something I celebrated. I suffered greatly with identity issues during my primary school years. As an individual of mixed culture, internally I struggled with my identity, as my cultural differences wrestled each other, fighting to make themselves more special than the other. It was very frustrating, as I felt my identity was directly tied to my 'race'.

I am a proud Filipino Canadian who knows my heritage runs deep and that I come from hardy stock. Since I found myself, these type of lists really make me laugh. I love to laugh and I do not to take myself too seriously. The list amused me, realizing that if all these things apply exclusively to Pinoys, I am just that much more unique:

  • You own a barrel man from Baguio - if you do not know what it is, you just have to see this guy for yourself
  • You point with your mouth/eyes
  • You pronounce your f's with p's
  • You own a rice cooker
  • You have karaoke at every family party
  • You own a magic mike
  • You have an Uncle or Aunt that everyone knows as "Tito Boy" or "Tita Baby"
  • Your parents say "open/close" the lights instead of turn "on/off" the lights
  • You are always late (Filipino time)
  • Your parents complain how much you are always out
  • Your parents ask questions regarding who, where and why - EVERY TIME you go out
  • You have a picture of the "last supper" in your kitchen
  • Your parents compare life here and their life in the Philippines
  • You know who Manny Pacquio is
  • You go somewhere and you see another Filipino, you ask yourself if you know that person
  • You have an insanely huge wooden fork and spoon hanging in your home
  • You have seen the movie "DEBUT"
  • You try to get someone's attention by saying "sssssssst" or "hoy"
  • Your parents over exaggerate (ex:" hoy gising na ! It's almost 12 o clock," when it is really 11:15am)
  • Your parents have one or more altars in their home devoted to mini statues of Mother Mary and holy water...
  • You have dyed your hair (gold, blonde, red, brown)
  • You gamble with your relatives (Mahjong)
  • Your middle name is your mother's maiden name
  • You have uncles and aunts named "Boy," "Girlie," or "Baby"
  • You have relatives whose nicknames consist of repeated syllables like "Jun-Jun," "Bobot", "May-May", and "Ling-Ling"
  • You call the parents of your friends and your own parents' friends "Tito" and "Tita" or Auntie & Uncle. - This is a sign of respect and shows the significance of friends in the Filipino culture, they are family. Being raised by the village is a common concept for us.
  • You greet your elders by touching their hands to your forehead - another sign of respect, and a dying tradition, sadly.
  • You always kiss your relatives on the cheek whenever you enter or leave the room. Another sign of respect and affection
  • You follow your parents' house rules even if you are over 18.
  • You make your children sing and dance to amuse your friends and relatives.
  • You have a tabo in your bathroom - Tabo is the little bucket kept in the bathroom for washing up, in lieu of a bidet since we're not French
  • You think a meal is not a meal without rice, and you use your finger to measure the correct amount of water to cook rice with
  • You always cook too much and you feed all your visitors. - Just shows the hospitality we are famous for. The usual greeting is "have you eaten yet?" And did I tell you we also love food?
  • Kid's parties are attended by more adults than kids
  • You like your fish with head and tail and bones...
  • You think the best way to eat is by using your hands
  • All the desserts are sticky, especially made out of rice.
  • All the snacks are salty

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Third Watch 2 God

I am kinda freaked right now... I am new to this whole blogging thing.
I have been working... a little - on the blog.
Why?
I don't really know.
I have always thought the idea is cool.
But the idea of blogging kinda scares me too.
Getting addicted to blogging.
Spending too much time on the computer.
It's kinda neat to have an online... um... diary.. of sorts, with pictures, video, music, etc. But then again, do I want to share my thoughts with the world?

See, I am an impulsive guy... My impulses directly lead to action. I have to try very hard to pause between impulse and action. That's why I, like so many people with ADD, can
seriously lack tact. Tact is entirely dependent on the ability to consider one's words before uttering them. We ADD types don't do this so well. Sorry folks... In advance.

It's funny... I am totally ok with complete strangers knowing what is going on in my mind, but people who know me...
MMMM....
not so much.

Well tonight I stumbled onto an interesting individual's blog:
His name is Maurice Broaddus, and I envy his mantra (my wife loves 'big' words... not so much in size, words that somewhat show some form of academia):
"I'm about the pursuit of Truth, be it through art, religion, or science. Because all truth is God's truth."

He is an award winning Christian Horror Writer... I can hear the gasps of many evangelical Christians now.

I am not even a Horror fan, but I found his blog as a result of one of my favourite TV shows - Third Watch... I was surfing the net for others that have felt a spiritual connection of sorts as a result of an episode.

What spurred this?
My first comment on my blog:

'beautiful...i'm with Doc on this one.' - from my Thursday, March 22, 2007 blog post.
That was a 3rd watch proverb type of post.

Well, one of Mr. Broaddus' posts has a prayer that speaks perfectly to making sense of me:

"Dear God,

Save me from the pride of having things figured out. The arrogance of thinking I’m doing things the right way. That everyone else is wrong and I’m the only one who sees what went wrong. As if I know how to do things correctly; that somehow, I’m smart or insightful enough to be able to ride in on a high horse of judgment. Save me from my vision of religion and spirituality blinding me from loving others.

Save me from the spirit of bitterness against the church. My frustrations at our inability to be the kind of loving community You called us to be. The shoddy treatment I may have experienced at the hands. The let-downs and disappointments - it’s easy to focus on the Church’s shortcomings. Just as it’s easy to forget that the Church is us and You don’t focus on our short-comings. Let me remember all of the wrongs the Church has committed in Your Name, let every experience sear my heart so that they won’t be repeated on my watch. Help me to remember that the Church is Your bride, however numerous her faults, and how you’ve chosen to bring about Your kingdom.

Save me from the spirit of hearing sermons “so and so” should be hearing or reading books “so and so” should read, but help me to realize that I’m the one who should be hearing and reading. Help me to do my part to inflict less damage into the world. Remind me that I am here to love “those people”, too. Remind me that too often I’ve been a part of the problem.

Save me from my own hubris of the rightness of my spiritual journey. Help me as I work out my journey. Reveal Your Word to me in a fresh way so that I may know you better. Let my questions draw me closer to the reality of You. Let my life reflect Your love and healing. Let my actions help bring reconciliation.

Prayerfully, I’d settle for at least being on the right track.

Ever stumbling toward faith,"

Jeff