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Clean Hands Principle

“He who comes to court must come with clean hands.”

The biblical version of that popular latin maxim is this:

“The Lord rewarded me according to my righteousness;
according ;to the cleanness of my hands he recompensed me.
For I have kept the ways of the Lord, and have not wickedly departed from my god.
For all his ordinances were before me,
and his statutes I did not part away from me.
I was blameless before him,
and I kept myself from guilt.”

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Deflowered in the Rubble

(This is the bastardized version of Conrado de Quiro’s Flowers in the Rubble.)

Reading de Quiro’s take on reality just made me feel nauseated.
My heart cried for change but my head sniggered who am I kidding? The world is too big to cover all grounds, to house all street children, to feed all the empty bellies. At first, i read his craft because of his good writing style, using metaphor to get his point across. I viewed it more in the objective eye of a literary reader. But as his words started to seep through, things began to level in a more personal plane. Objectivity was tossed aside.

I hated his guts, it was official. He’s a pessimist, an idealistic prick, criticizing every public official, government policies, economic schemes that suits his folly, even department stores were not spared. I thought here’s a man who shies from popular ken to get attention. But as i read further, i felt a different stirring inside me. I couldn’t quite put my fingers on it at first. Then it became clear what was so unsettling. I hated the writer not because he was biased in his writing but because he had the audacity to tell the truth.

Truth hurts — everytime. This particular truth hit me to the core. The cold truth about the hungry children dying out there in the streets while I sleep soundly in my soft bed — orphaned lot who lost their family, innocence, trust in the humanity of mankind, and all hope that someone (anyone) will care about their plight. In this society which embraces apathy as a virtue, that truth is like a slap in the face.

He writes with raw anger at the government, he haunts the conscience of our country’s leaders who turned blind and deaf to the pleas and cries of the oppressed. My heart bled as I read, how much more he who wrote it. I admire de Quiros for being brave enough to embark on a duel with his own conscience. His writing made me feel guilty about my own lifestyle. I normally shy away from reading anything that stirs any feelings. But this book is unlike any book i’ve read.

A good novel usually leaves me by the end seeking for answers. What happens next? But this book made me ask myself what will I do next? I guess the difference lies in the fact that this book pushes you to get involved in the moment, to move out of the pages and take to the streets, do what has to be done. After i’ve put the book down, i can’t make the uneasy feeling go away. I can’t blame those people who seek for answers up in the mountains. Maybe it’s their way to appease the voice inside them, the voice that won’t let them sleep in the night, haunting their dreams, or wakes them up at midnight breaking in cold sweat. But i wont take that radical a step.

Much as my anger is raw and my chest is heaving, i have to let good reason take control. In my own way, i am waging a war against poverty. I dont want to feel guilty everytime i look at a lovely dress in a department store. Those things make me feel good about myself. But one look at the beggar sitting across the store with tattered clothes and grime-soaked feet, and all good feeling disappears. What’s left is only self-contempt. Woe to you De Quiros! You crumpled my tiny little world like a piece of badly-written poetry. Maybe i can just be like all the rest, shut my eyes and muffle those cries for help. Or i can stop reading de Quiros altogether? But that won’t solve the problem in the long run.

Woe to you de Quiros for making me feel this low about myself. But i guess only when i’m this low will i be able to have a better view of what’s really happening in the world below. From this plane, even the slight sound of a growling stomach can be defeaning. I feel helpless that i can’t row the boat of change with my bare hands, even worse, that the people in higher position, those equipped with the resources, power, and knowledge to cure this epidemic or at least treat its symptoms, are turning cold shoulders on this. I’m not the kettle here. I am as black as it can be. In fact, i’m a self-centered bitch. I only want to make this feeling of self-guilt disappear and go back to my care-free shopping days. If this is the only way to make al those asses move and do something about this epidemic, then it would do well for all of us to be a little selfish. It is not selfishness, but indifference that makes this world cold.

De Quiros deflowered me in the rubble. He assaulted me with his onslaught of ideas. All pretenses were stripped down, so i can feel his reality against my damp nakedness. He eased me down by literary techniques and aimed for penetration. His thrusts of truth shook my entire being. I will never be the same again. I don’t expect to have my naivete back. You can’t unbreak a broken hymen, but at least give me back my clothes to cover myself from this cold truth. I’m exposed, no thanks to you. But you can argue that it had to be done so that I would be more aware of how corrupt the world around me really is. I guess this is a classic case of how the end must justify the means.

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Love (in)Justice

2 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days.
That is the length of time we’ve been together as friends and lovers.
Not counting of course, the not insignificant number of “on” and “off” episodes we had especially during our first year.
But thanks to pardon, we have the legal presumption in our favor.
The law presumes the non-interruption of possession over property unjustly lost but legally recovered.
Following the same line of reasoning, love presumes the non-interruption of relationships unceremoniously ended but amiably reconciled.

2 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days.
That would fall under prision correcional minimum, if we view it as the duration of time we served sentence.
Considering the frequent misunderstandings and the petty quarrels we had over little things, we might as well consider our being together as self-inflicted injury.
But you handled the situation better than i did, which I’d like to think is excusable since i am a first-time offender while you are a repeat offender (translate: a person who was in a previous relationship).

2 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days.
That is also the time that passed before this realization hit me.
I am Yin and you are Yang. I am Yin, female, soft, receptive, dark, empty.
You are Yang, male, illuminating, firm, creative, constructive.
There is a delicate balance between these forces that must be maintained to put order in everything.
If we are in harmony, everything looks beautiful, peace and love prevails.
Imbalance brings sleepless nights, mental anguish, and sufferings.
Lady Justice aptly used the balance to symbolize justice – to represent the equalization of forces.

Lady Love and Lady Justice share this mark: they are both “blind” to the ways of the world.
The Patroness of justice has blindfolded herself to avoid seeing
who is on the one side of the scale and who is in the other;
to shield her judgment from being swayed to favor the rich or to pity the poor.
In the same way that the Goddess of Love refuses to see with her eyes,
but only with her heart.
Only the heart can unravel what is invisible to the eyes.
While the eyes may see luster and physical endowments,
the heart can weigh a person’s inner qualities,
it can penetrate through the layers of a person’s character.
So don’t wonder if someone tells you “Magaan ang loob ko sa’yo”.
Only the heart can measure another heart.
In choosing its mate, it picks the one whose rhythm is in accord with its own.

I am no Confucius. But it doesn’t require his mind to recognize that ours is love – hearts beating in a rhythm as old as time. Balance in its purest form.
So take my hand, let us dance and celebrate life together. Yin and Yang. You and I.

With Lady Love as my witness, here’s to praying that Lady justice may render judgment thiswise:
Reclusion perpetua in brazos y bezos.
(Life imprisonment in each other’s hugs and kisses).

(P.S. I received a copy of the decision 4 months after I wrote this.
The verdict? Petition DENIED. Yuppidee, we broke up.)

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I am Violeta

I am Violeta.
A lawyer. A mother. A writer. A wife. An entrepreneur. A civil rights advocate.
I’ve been juggling several hats for 37 years now
but still showing no signs of taking a bow any time soon.

For those just starting their act, a word of advice.
Good work ethics, strong educational foundation, and luck will only take you so far.
To earn a standing-ovation, you have to have the chutzpah
to take on anything and to weather everything that is thrown your way.
If for now, things seem to be perfect,
everything is working as planned,
no ugly bumps on the road, no clouds in your horizon –
don’t you worry, it won’t last.
My own climb to the top can be summed up in two words: FUCKED UP.

Life has screwed me real hard in every position conceivable,
in sunny beaches and in dark alleys,
always, always by surprise.
Though life wasn’t pleasant each time,
Each morning after, I was a changed woman.

While life was busy screwing someone else,
I aimed all my time and energy on paving the way for change,
on effecting the change, or being the change.
Nights became days, and days became nights.
All that hard work helped me became more equipped for life’s next assault.
I packed on a little weight, a little accomplishment in society’s cosmopolitan eye.
Next visit, alas, life still got his way.
I still got laid alright,
but I sure did put up a hell of a fight.

I lost again.
But losing is not such a bad thing, when you know you lost it to life.
You too will lose something somewhere,
It could be a loved one due to bad habits,
A big opportunity due to worst timing,
or your memories due to old age. (all of which also apply to erection!)
But never ever lose the lesson and your ability to dream.
And when you dream, do it right – dream big!

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