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Saturday, August 14, 2010
#24: For No One

The day breaks, your mind aches You find that all her words of kindness linger on When she no longer needs you She wakes up, she makes up She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry She no longer needs you And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind her tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years You want her, you need her And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead You think she needs you And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years You stay home, she goes out She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone She doesn't need him Your day breaks, your mind aches There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head You won't forget her And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind her tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years - Lennon-McCartney

Posted at 10:53 am by annestebs
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#22: So What Happened Next?

It was confusing. Motherhood these times are a mish-mash of different opinions. Gone are the days when the experienced mothers are just a stone's throw away to lend their tested wisdom in babycare. But now, "expert advise" are all over. The book says this, the friend says that, the TV personality says another thing and then your mother has a whole new opinion altogether. "'Wag mong buhatin, masasanay yan." "Kargahin mo! Baka a-insecure siya. Maapektuhan ang brain develoopment." "Naku, matalino yang mga yan, malalaman agad nila na pag umiyak siya, kakargahin mo. Pabayaan mo lang." "You can never spoil a baby. They're very needy that's why you have to hold them." Good grief. And that's just about holding a baby. So I was confused and initially, I avoided carrying her when she cries because some say they will learn to manipulate you into doing whatever they want just by crying. So the effect was a noisy house and an aggravated mother-and-baby tandem. What surprised me was that when Himig was with the folks, she fussed less. In fact, one night, I spied Himig flashing Nanay a smile! Gasp! I got so jealous and thought to myself "I lose sleep and my mind over you and I don't even get a friendly smirk?!?". Dejected mother. Since then, I started observing Himig's favorite nannies (which is practically everybody else) and discovered that they have two things in common: they talked to her and they held her a lot. I always had that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach when I kept myself from "carrying her too much". Now I know why. It was my instinct telling me to go ahead and love my baby any which way I can. Besides, who would discipline a month-old baby when she doesn't even have a concept of "self" and "others"? I don't care anymore what they say. I will follow my heartbeat from now on. My Himig is needy, frail and scared of the world outside the womb. I will hold her whenever she's lonely or scared. Ever since I had made my resolve, our home started to have a semblance of peace. I don't get that sick feeling in my stomach anymore whenever she cried. One night, I gathered her in my arms as we stared at each other. Then she gave me this meanignful look and smiled. It was a moment of grace. All the feeling of confusion, fatigue and discouragement melted away in that one simple gesture. It said "thank you", "you're doing a great job", "I feel loved" and "I love you, too" in that single toothless smile. That made all the difference. We had officially become friends. Our sweetest moments so far were when Himig's face, in between mouthfuls of breastmilk, would spontaneously break into a slow, growing smile then tenderly gurgle lovely sounds at me. I shed tears of unexplainable joy and all I was able to say was "You're welcome and I love you, too."

Posted at 10:51 am by annestebs
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Ondoy 2nd Day of Christmas

Lovingly created by our good friend and colleague Charis Raya from Pitik-Bulag Productions. She created this from scratch (concept, script and materials) in 8 hours just in time for the Ondoy 1st Day of Christmas Benefit Concert last Oct 4. Ondoy 2nd day of Christmas is now attempting to reach farther to more Filipinos but the message in this video still holds true. Music by U2. "Love and Peace" from the "Things You Can't Leave Behind" album. Ondoy 2nd Day of Christmas is a benefit concert that will be held on Oct. 29, 2009, Thursday, 7:30pm, UP Cine Adarna (Film Center), Diliman Quezon City.

Posted at 08:49 pm by annestebs
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Sunday, August 02, 2009
#23: Usapang Magkakapatid na Nicomedes

Katatapos lang namin manood ng Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines. It'll be better if you read its synopsis first so the senseless conversation below will make sense for you. It's irrelevant who said what. Basta kaming tatlong magkakapatid ang nag-uusap dito: ***START OF CONVERSATION*** Ano kaya? Gawa tayo ng business. Home theater for rent. 'Di ba, magdadala lang sila ng sarili nilang DVD, ok na sila. Oo, okay yun. Parang Red Box pero pelikula. Kaya lang malaki ang investment sa ganun, baka kailangan natin ng mahigit 1million dun. Hay. *silence* Grabe ano? Di ba yung mga futuristic na pelikula, minsan nagkakatotoo? Ano kaya kung ang internet nga or cyberspace ay isang malaking artificial intelligence nga at inuuto na tayo? Oo, baka self-aware na ang cyberspace tapos gumagawa sila ng isang malaki, matagal at complicated na strategy para ang mga tao, maging unable nang lumaban. Parang yung sa Wall-E. Oo. Tapos baka tinuturuan ang taong hindi makipag-interact personally, ginagawa tayong mga loners. Hindi na tayo marunong ng harapang teamwork para hindi na tayo makalaban sa mga machines. Kaya siguro nial inimbento yung Facebook! Oo, tapos kapag nag-rise nayung machines, hindi na natin alam kung paano makipag-usap sa isa't-isa kasi puro YM na lang tayo. Tapos ang magiging pag-asa pala ng sangkamundohan ay yung mga nakikita natin sa picture na mga malnourished na may bitbit na baby. Kasi sila lang yung magaan enough tsaka may teamwork enough to actually move and fight. Oo nga. Kasi Yung mga tribo at mga nasa poverty area, walang internet! Yung dating mga kawawa, sila pala yung magiging heroes of the world! Uy, ok yan a. Parang pwedeng pelikula. O kaya comics. Kuya Junn, baka pwede mong gawing comics yung storya nain. Oo, ibenta natin tapos yayaman tayo. Magiging milyonaryo tayo. Tama, tapos mag-business tayo nung home theater for rent. Alright. *** END OF CONVERSATION*** Now you know what kind of family I came from.

Posted at 09:39 pm by annestebs
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
#21: What Happened to Me?

I became a mother. I never really liked children. That's one thing I had in common with my bestfriend husband. Kids are okay, yeah, but we're not like some of our friends who gush and go gaga over little babies and children. That's the reason why we didn't have children right away. In fact, if God won't allow us to have children, I'll be okay with it. Then came Himig. I saw her on her third day as I visited her in the nursery for breastfeeding. She was wrapped in this yellow lampin, the moist and oily hair still sticking to her scalp, a bit chinky and really fair. My first thoughts were: Is this stranger really my child? So is mankind expecting me to fall in love right away with this frail baby? I waited for that explosive Johnson's-Baby moment but all there was was uncertainty and a polite "Hello. I'm you're Nanay." I gingerly placed her lips on my breasts and as if triggered by a switch, quickly sucked vigorously. Oh my golly, this stranger is sucking my nipples! And boy, does it hurt! I was floating in this pool of question and exclamation marks and amazement and disbelief. "Oh my goodness, she actually came from me?! I hope my milk will satisfy her. Oh dear, kulang 'ata 'yung gatas ko. Oh dear... " *worry, worry, worry* The onlt reason I didn't drown in that pool because despite my doubts, I already knew that I love her. It wasn't the most rosy experience, especially when the post-partum depression kicked in. On my second week as a mom, my nipples were more sore than ever, I was alone in our Tandang Sora home and feeling very, very inadequate. My ceasarian section wass sore, I feel desperately tired out of waking up for one and a half hour three times during the night for those torturous breastfeeding times and amidst all that, faced with the same household chores that I did when I was still, hmm, let's say, better able. Everytime Junn left for work, I braced myself for the hours ahead. What the heck am I gonna do next? What else can I do? Will I be a good mother? Oh yeah, Himig and I did lots crying duets then. I held Himig as she fed while I bit my lip in pain, still wondering if all this torturous labor is working because I still had no idea if I'm actually secreting milk. Self-pity easily won over and joined my swimming pool. I started asking myself if we really made the right decision having a baby now. Good thing love was still there, keeping my head above the water. I gasped and survived. VOICE OVER: Ano kaya ang nangyari kay Anne Esteban? Kakayanin kaya niya ang Post-partum challenge? Abangan sa pagpapatuloy ng kanyang blog! DISCLAIMER: Sensya na di ko pa na-pupulis tong entry ko. Grammar police, patawad muna.

Posted at 05:13 pm by annestebs
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Are you covered this Christmas?


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Monday, August 04, 2008
#20: Kill the Housewife

#20: Kill the Housewife

If you say a woman is empowered, does it always have to mean that she wakes up everyday 6:00am, squeezes herself into power clothes, struts smugly along Ayala and rubs elbows with the upper crust of the professional world?

Or are they the ones who chose to spend half their significant lives in the adding initials after their names, holding books and papers and theses and markers rather than human beings, shielding themselves from their own insecurities by building a cornucopia of complicated jargon around their lives?

Do they think that women who are forced to stay in their workplaces until 11pm for a production or a deadline, who makes their homes sleeping cabins, who spends more time touching their keyboards than their estranged kids, are the successful ones?

Are they the ones so-called feminists "encourage" to have their backs turned against their emasculated husbands and love-thirsty children so they can tell the world "I chose."?

Chose what?

A feminist professor (along with other academicians) in the film academy I went to totally rejected the thesis concept of my poor little sister. Her film was based on a children's
story about a mother who had rough hands because she chose to serve her family by being a housewife. Because of the endless scrubbing and chopping and wiping, she ended up with rough hands. But at the end of the day, when they are all together, her seemingly rough hands are the gentlest as they are extended to embrace and care for her husband and children. The professors argued that this story encourages the discrimination of women. Just because the "housewife" is being glorified. They're so scandalized by the concept they can't even imagine that her work is even a concept that came from a UP (there I said it) student!

"Taga-UP ka pa naman, tapos ganyan yung concept mo, about a housewife?"

Teka, teka, teka. So now, just because a woman choses to serve the family rather than the capitalists that they hate every now and then, a woman is valued less? I know feminism stands for many things but does it include a woman having to reject domestic and familial responsibilities altogether even if it IS their choice? I thought women's rights were about having the freedom to choose between a domestic or career-driven lifestyle, to not be confined to the house if they want to try their wings outside. I never thought that it meant looking down at those women who chose to stay home as they find joy in serving their family. If feminism and women's rights are all about gaining respect because they work, then there's no point giving women a choice. It defeats the very reason they fought for feminis in the first place.

Apparently, these narrow-minded professors missed this important detail in the concept: the woman is happy. To be able to follow your calling and joy should be the essence of feminism, not to harbor as much power and wealth as you can in this materialistic world even if it means you will have to be miserable and alone all your life. Sometimes, I even think that this societal pressure for women to have to be competitive in the professional world is taking women's liberation on the other end of the spectrum: to not have the choice to simply be a wife and a mother.

These guys totally missed the point. Maybe that's why I have film professors that are messed up. Don't they see the value of having a mother care for you and your household everyday? Would they prefer a strange yaya to mold their children's minds? If they honor those women who found their empowerment in climbing up the career ladder, then they should also respect those who chose to have rough hands.


Posted at 02:41 pm by annestebs
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Thursday, December 06, 2007
#19: Without and Amidst

#19: Without and Amidst

I chose to be a stranger in a strange land today.

I gave myself a shove and hurled myself into a world I don't belong to but I know I can fit in. I can be a chameleon. I will look just like anybody and be nobody.

I will blend in, unnoticed, while I eavesdop and peep into this little hole in their coffee-drinking lives.

In this estrangement, I will know who I am without everybody, while I'm amidst everybody.

Alone, I'll be charming in my surrendered sadness.

Dec. 3, 2007; 9:40pm


Posted at 12:04 am by annestebs
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#18: Expensive Flavored Aquarium

#18: Expensive Flavored Aquarium
 
So this is how it is
Behind a glass case
Like a waxed paper cup
Pretension covers them all
Loneliness
Confusion
Worthlessness
Keeping this hot coffee
from destroying
the only thing
that holds it
together.

Posted at 12:00 am by annestebs
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Friday, October 05, 2007
#17: Lonely Happiness in a List

#17: Lonely Happiness in a List

Thanks to my friend Jill, I am inspired to remember things that I need right now. Things that make me happy when I'm alone.

Cheesecake with a cup of latte
Finish a poem
Stare out in a sunny morning with pancakes and syrup
Read a good book
Find my old toys
Listen to Beatles music in dim light
Cry without reserve
Window (or actually go) shopping and try on (or buy) everything I want to try on (buy)
Watch a good movie
...
uhm.
That's it. I'm too lazy. Or maybe there are really just very few things that can make me happy right now. NOW. Now that I'm alone.

Posted at 12:11 am by annestebs
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