Saturday and Sunday we worked at the site where children (boys) who are "in conflict with the law" (CICL) will learn technical skills like carpentry and welding. We're (Rotary) helping to build their facilities. The work sites are segregated by sex, for the most part with the men working with the cement and cinder blocks and the women doing sealing, sanding, and painting in a different building. I painted an outside railing yesterday, so I had to bend all the way over the railing to get the back of it; and then squatted all the way down to get the bottom--basically turned my body into a physical therapist's dream. Ha ha! Get it? Yeah, moving on.
They feed us five times a day because it's still the Philippines. I'm doing surprisingly well not filling myself up at every meal, though. Not sure it matters when there's so many, but I'm happy for my self-control, nonetheless.
This morning (Monday), everyone was wishing me Happy Birthday. Yay 28! Today, the women of the Rotary trip forewent the body strain that is the construction site and went to the Consuelo Home to work with (my) girls instead. I was sort of in charge of the group. It was somewhat difficult since I didn't really have time to plan anything nor did I have a phone to communicate with the people at the shelter or the transportation to and from, but I managed. We were there for almost six hours (two meals), and played games, danced, laughed, and sang the whole time. There were 8 of us Rotary ladies, ranging in ages from 28 to 76; I was the only one under 40. There were 12 Consuelo girls and ranged in age from 9 to 18--I only knew two of them. My favorite Nanette (whom I got to see on Saturday) was graduating from elementary school today, so she wasn't there.
For dinner, I invited my friends to come to CFS. They came late, which worked out well because I got to sit with Rotary people during dinner and my friends during dessert. They sang to me, gave me my own mini chocolate cake (which I shared with my friends) and a strawberry shortcake for everyone else. Both were delicious. There was, unfortunately, no videoke, but there were candles! I hung out with my friends for a while, but the looming 6am wake up call meant I was in bed by 10:30pm.
I understand that for many of you, it's still my birthday over there. How fun for you! Hope you enjoy it. I did.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Sensing the Philippines
Yesterday, the plane landed in Manila, and as soon as I stepped off the plane onto the gangway, I felt the Philippines. First were the temperature and the humidity; not too different from Honolulu or Guam (my layover) but still warmer and wetter than both, even though it was now night. Next, was the Filipino time, which is even slower than Hawaii time. Adjusting to it was like booting up a mental patience program to convert my speed (and efficiency) expectations--it didn't take long, but it wasn't immediate. And I think my legs always run on New York time, especially after having been cramped on a plane. Quick quick stop. Quick quick quick stop. My mode became "hurry up and wait."
Stepping outside the airport I was met with the smell of the Philippines; it's not sweet or pungent, just familiar; and therefore, good. Waiting for my ride (patience program start-up at 95%), I see the bustling busyness, characteristic of the developing Asian world. I wasn't standing, taking it in long before I was met by the huge, welcoming smiles of the drivers from Consuelo Foundation, treating me like a returning family member, there to "fetch" me and bring me to the Honolulu Rotary's hotel. Next file start-up for mental adjustment: be ok with being fussed over. (Clarification: I am traveling with Honolulu Rotary, and we're volunteering for Child and Family Service; both organizations share key personnel with Consuelo Foundation and all work closely together. Therefore, we get extra special treatment whether we're in Manila or Baguio. As Patti Lyons' assistant, I probably get even more.)
The drive to the hotel was filled with car horns and familiar sights: Jollibee (a Filipino fast food chain), signs for videoke (karaoke, a Filipino favorite--we have this in common), jeepneys (long, silver 15-passenger jeeps for public transportation), and the legacy of the American military presence: Filipino fashion--t-shirts (often with random phrases like "Nebraska Tennis") and jeans or shorts.
At the hotel, more fussing, and I checked into my room, which I was sharing with Robyn, the trip's videographer. We fell asleep to another of the US's great legacies: television--specifically, NBC's "Chuck" and "Knight Rider." MTV here has the song's lyrics scrolling on the bottom of the screen--brilliant! Gotta be able to sing along, right? This country gets me.
I've come to love the intial disorientation that comes with waking up in a very different place. The longer it takes me to figure out where I am, the more different and exciting of a place I'm likely in. It feels good to be traveling again. There's a familiar feeling to having my surroundings be somewhat... well, unfamiliar. It's a feeling of newness, adventure, and slight discomfort, which I find... yes, comforting. While I really enjoy those feelings, I don't crave them like I used to. I have, so far, not re-caught the travel bug. I imagine that spending so much time in places that feel more like home, this won't be the trip to re-ignite that passion in me.
I love being back here. It's hard to stop smiling, which is fun because Filipinos are great at returning the gesture as I was reminded while gazing out the window during the 10-hour bus trip up to Baguio.
Tomorrow we'll all be treated to a presentation from the girls of the Consuelo Home--my girls. I can't wait to see them. Danny (CEO of Child and Family Service, my old supervisor, and VP of Consuelo Foundation Philippines) says that about half of the girls are the same from last year. It's hard to be completely happy since ultimately, we want to see them move out of the shelter, but at the same time, I'm thrilled to see them again and hear them call me Ate Nicole (prounounced ah-tay Nee-cohl, and meaning sister Nicole).
Sorry about the lack of pictures. I'll work on that. For now, I'm going to sleep.
Stepping outside the airport I was met with the smell of the Philippines; it's not sweet or pungent, just familiar; and therefore, good. Waiting for my ride (patience program start-up at 95%), I see the bustling busyness, characteristic of the developing Asian world. I wasn't standing, taking it in long before I was met by the huge, welcoming smiles of the drivers from Consuelo Foundation, treating me like a returning family member, there to "fetch" me and bring me to the Honolulu Rotary's hotel. Next file start-up for mental adjustment: be ok with being fussed over. (Clarification: I am traveling with Honolulu Rotary, and we're volunteering for Child and Family Service; both organizations share key personnel with Consuelo Foundation and all work closely together. Therefore, we get extra special treatment whether we're in Manila or Baguio. As Patti Lyons' assistant, I probably get even more.)
The drive to the hotel was filled with car horns and familiar sights: Jollibee (a Filipino fast food chain), signs for videoke (karaoke, a Filipino favorite--we have this in common), jeepneys (long, silver 15-passenger jeeps for public transportation), and the legacy of the American military presence: Filipino fashion--t-shirts (often with random phrases like "Nebraska Tennis") and jeans or shorts.
At the hotel, more fussing, and I checked into my room, which I was sharing with Robyn, the trip's videographer. We fell asleep to another of the US's great legacies: television--specifically, NBC's "Chuck" and "Knight Rider." MTV here has the song's lyrics scrolling on the bottom of the screen--brilliant! Gotta be able to sing along, right? This country gets me.
I've come to love the intial disorientation that comes with waking up in a very different place. The longer it takes me to figure out where I am, the more different and exciting of a place I'm likely in. It feels good to be traveling again. There's a familiar feeling to having my surroundings be somewhat... well, unfamiliar. It's a feeling of newness, adventure, and slight discomfort, which I find... yes, comforting. While I really enjoy those feelings, I don't crave them like I used to. I have, so far, not re-caught the travel bug. I imagine that spending so much time in places that feel more like home, this won't be the trip to re-ignite that passion in me.
I love being back here. It's hard to stop smiling, which is fun because Filipinos are great at returning the gesture as I was reminded while gazing out the window during the 10-hour bus trip up to Baguio.
Tomorrow we'll all be treated to a presentation from the girls of the Consuelo Home--my girls. I can't wait to see them. Danny (CEO of Child and Family Service, my old supervisor, and VP of Consuelo Foundation Philippines) says that about half of the girls are the same from last year. It's hard to be completely happy since ultimately, we want to see them move out of the shelter, but at the same time, I'm thrilled to see them again and hear them call me Ate Nicole (prounounced ah-tay Nee-cohl, and meaning sister Nicole).
Sorry about the lack of pictures. I'll work on that. For now, I'm going to sleep.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Old Reflections
The other day, when talking with my friend from high school, we thought about what our former selves would think of the people we are today. While our conversation didn't last long, the thought lingered.
I began thinking about the old (younger) Nicole: when people would ask what I wanted to do with my life, I'd answer proudly "save the world." Each moment was an opportunity to teach and affect change: "don't use the word 'gay' like that, it's offensive," or "but what of the impacts on society or the environment?" I left no incendiary statement unchallenged or unsupported. "Opinionated" was a compliment; and I fully earned the names Debbie Downer and Brodie Buzzkill. My enemies were apathy, ignorance and complacency, and the people (especially the women) who stayed silent because they didn't want to offend or, worse, because they genuinely didn't care, frustrated and saddened me to no end.
Today, the shoulder chip has shrunk, and I feel less compelled to prove how unique and thoughtful I am. I've learned that most people don't like to be preached to (including myself); putting people on the defensive only makes them cling tighter to their beliefs; and I've discovered the pointless waste of engaging people who say things simply to get a reaction, looking to provoke an argument rather than an intelligent exchange. Prejudice, apathy, and ignorance are still my enemies, but I prefer to combat them by living my life in a way that is consistent with my beliefs and hope that it may inspire others along the way.
While these are perhaps signs of growth, my former self would likely be disappointed in me--these are excuses for why I've given up the fight... I've been beaten by exhaustion and effectively silenced... one of those sad, cynical progressive do-nothings who tell young idealists, "I used to be like you."--And maybe in a way, she'd be right.
Is there more to my silence than simple maturity? It's true that I do find myself avoiding political discussions that I used to seek out. While some friends still lovingly call me Brodie Buzzkill, with people I don't know, have I turned into a boring pussy-footer who doesn't talk religion and politics in order to maintain polite conversation?
Having deeper philosophical exchanges with people is still a large part of who I am, but it no longer defines me. Once people get to know me, they'll inevitably discover my politically passionate side, and I'm ok waiting.
A concession I will make to my former self: there is a chance that "opinionated" has given way to "quiet" not only because of patience but perhaps because of a newly acknowledged level of ineptitude in communicating my views without coming across as aggressive or abrasive. Maturity has shown me that this is not how I want to present myself, but it has yet to effectively govern my passions.
This conversation with my younger self has made me see (that I may want to seek professional mental help, ) that I should learn how to better communicate, and that I should've been more forgiving to the aforementioned "do-nothing progressives" who remained quiet. Hopefully, the next time she and I talk, I'll have grown more--and I won't need to take lessons from some obnoxious, opinionated 22-year old.
I began thinking about the old (younger) Nicole: when people would ask what I wanted to do with my life, I'd answer proudly "save the world." Each moment was an opportunity to teach and affect change: "don't use the word 'gay' like that, it's offensive," or "but what of the impacts on society or the environment?" I left no incendiary statement unchallenged or unsupported. "Opinionated" was a compliment; and I fully earned the names Debbie Downer and Brodie Buzzkill. My enemies were apathy, ignorance and complacency, and the people (especially the women) who stayed silent because they didn't want to offend or, worse, because they genuinely didn't care, frustrated and saddened me to no end.
Today, the shoulder chip has shrunk, and I feel less compelled to prove how unique and thoughtful I am. I've learned that most people don't like to be preached to (including myself); putting people on the defensive only makes them cling tighter to their beliefs; and I've discovered the pointless waste of engaging people who say things simply to get a reaction, looking to provoke an argument rather than an intelligent exchange. Prejudice, apathy, and ignorance are still my enemies, but I prefer to combat them by living my life in a way that is consistent with my beliefs and hope that it may inspire others along the way.
While these are perhaps signs of growth, my former self would likely be disappointed in me--these are excuses for why I've given up the fight... I've been beaten by exhaustion and effectively silenced... one of those sad, cynical progressive do-nothings who tell young idealists, "I used to be like you."--And maybe in a way, she'd be right.
Is there more to my silence than simple maturity? It's true that I do find myself avoiding political discussions that I used to seek out. While some friends still lovingly call me Brodie Buzzkill, with people I don't know, have I turned into a boring pussy-footer who doesn't talk religion and politics in order to maintain polite conversation?
Having deeper philosophical exchanges with people is still a large part of who I am, but it no longer defines me. Once people get to know me, they'll inevitably discover my politically passionate side, and I'm ok waiting.
A concession I will make to my former self: there is a chance that "opinionated" has given way to "quiet" not only because of patience but perhaps because of a newly acknowledged level of ineptitude in communicating my views without coming across as aggressive or abrasive. Maturity has shown me that this is not how I want to present myself, but it has yet to effectively govern my passions.
This conversation with my younger self has made me see (that I may want to seek professional mental help, ) that I should learn how to better communicate, and that I should've been more forgiving to the aforementioned "do-nothing progressives" who remained quiet. Hopefully, the next time she and I talk, I'll have grown more--and I won't need to take lessons from some obnoxious, opinionated 22-year old.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Hawaii Anyone?
(This is a genuine offer of a little financial help for a trip to Hawaii.)
I'm a loyal customer of Continental Airlines. As thanks, they've sent me certificates towards flights. I am not planning any big trips for a while, and I'm sitting on two $100 certificates that need to be used (separately) on tickets purchased before December 2008. I am very willing to give these to friends who want to come out here and could use some financial help.
Depending on how many people contact me about this, I may have to establish some criteria for selection. I was thinking of a 500-word (minumum) essay contest describing why I'm the awesomest, but I'm considering other options.
I've been doing some research, and depending on which month and which days you fly, flights from the east coast and west coast are floating around $500 roundtrip per person. These are good prices! However, Northwest and Hawaiian Airlines have been cheaper than Continental by more than $100, which defeats the purpose of my offer. Again, depending on the dates you fly, this may not be the case.
If you're serious, shop around a bit, and let me know what you're thinking before you book anything.
I've lived here for over three years, and only a handful of friends have come to visit; therefore, I feel the need to offer a little kick in the pants... If you've never been to Hawaii, yes, it's as beautiful as you imagine. If you have, it's as beautiful as you remember. Some friends recently asked me which beach around the world was my favorite... in truth, it's Waimea Bay on the North Shore of Oahu. Even though I've been there so many times, I still marvel at it's impeccable beauty. So, I ask again, Hawaii anyone?
I'm a loyal customer of Continental Airlines. As thanks, they've sent me certificates towards flights. I am not planning any big trips for a while, and I'm sitting on two $100 certificates that need to be used (separately) on tickets purchased before December 2008. I am very willing to give these to friends who want to come out here and could use some financial help.
Depending on how many people contact me about this, I may have to establish some criteria for selection. I was thinking of a 500-word (minumum) essay contest describing why I'm the awesomest, but I'm considering other options.
I've been doing some research, and depending on which month and which days you fly, flights from the east coast and west coast are floating around $500 roundtrip per person. These are good prices! However, Northwest and Hawaiian Airlines have been cheaper than Continental by more than $100, which defeats the purpose of my offer. Again, depending on the dates you fly, this may not be the case.
If you're serious, shop around a bit, and let me know what you're thinking before you book anything.
I've lived here for over three years, and only a handful of friends have come to visit; therefore, I feel the need to offer a little kick in the pants... If you've never been to Hawaii, yes, it's as beautiful as you imagine. If you have, it's as beautiful as you remember. Some friends recently asked me which beach around the world was my favorite... in truth, it's Waimea Bay on the North Shore of Oahu. Even though I've been there so many times, I still marvel at it's impeccable beauty. So, I ask again, Hawaii anyone?
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