The Color Purple

This book was one of several books I purchased months ago at this small used bookshop in our office building. I knew it tackled controversial, and emotional themes. It isn’t something you’d choose if you wanted light reading.

I picked it up last week to keep me company as I waited in line at the doctor’s clinic.

The language it is written in is definitely something you’d have to get used to, but not at all difficult to understand. I find myself at times reading it aloud because it sounds better, and it makes it easier to feel the words that way.

Reading The Color Purple is like eavesdropping in to a person’s conversations with God. It’s an insight to Celie-the main character’s soul.

It speaks of an awakening, a realization really, of what God means to one person. For all her life, Celie wrote letters to God until she realizes that maybe, she hadn’t known Him in a way that would make her appreciate her life and everything around her. And then finally, after a lifetime of abuse and another lifetime of being in a dark, she woke up and noticed the color purple, and everything else that was screaming for her attention.

We’ve all been told to stop and smell the flowers, right? Well, I think the book is trying to tell us that too, while it tells of a woman’s story of triumph over enormous adversity. It’s trying to remind me of how to appreciate God’s work in every little thing. When we live our lives in a way that makes us truly happy, we honor God. When we appreciate nature, and nurture what we can, we care for God’s work.

But, more importantly, it is about who a woman is.

All her life, Celie thought one thing of where a woman’s place is – at home, cleaning for the man, lying under the man, taking care of the kids, working at home and in farming. There were other women in her lives that did other things she woudn’t even have dared think about. To a certain extent, she envied them, and then she learned to admire them, to love them. She had to take a long journey to actually find herself, and build up herself. It took a long time, but she learned to live and get by, with the help of her beloved girlfriends.

There’s another theme there – about how meanness and doubt and disbelief could kill. Maybe that’s why the terminally ill people have peace, because they know they’re dying and they set out to make peace. It ends up giving them a better quality to their remaining life, doesn’t it? We should all learn from that. The world would probably be more pleasant if we just learned to own up to our fuck ups, confessed to our sins, and asked for forgiveness from the people we hurt.

It’s also about not knowing love, and finding love. Of falling in love, and then getting hurt. Then acceptance, and letting go.

Family is a central theme too – the family you are born into, and the family you build around you.

Digital Piracy

Digital piracy seems to be the modern day crime. It is definitely a multi-million dollar underground industry that no doubts fuels economies, and probably even feeds as much families as it deprives.

In this country alone, there are regular police raids at known places where pirated CDs and DVDs are sold and yet, they continue to thrive. They are still everywhere. In a country like ours, I think that what keeps the pirates alive is the fact that original DVDs still cost a fortune. Even the record companies’ claims that the original lasts longer than the copies don’t discourage people from buying. They can buy 4 copies of pirated CDs in the original’s life span, and it would still only be at a fraction of the original price.

The real and more lasting solution, is not just to penalize piracy, but to provide better alternatives for the common man. If they can afford to buy the original, of course they would prefer to buy those. That’s just my take on it.

I know there are some Pinoys who don’t buy pirated local records or movies, they get those original, in support of the local entertainment industry. But for movies out of Hollywood, and music from foreign acts, you can bet that every household probably own a CD or two.

As a beginning digital scrapbooker (perpetual beginner), I know that piracy is one big issue for the community too. With oodles of generosity from freebie designers, there should be no need for anyone to pirate their beautiful work.

Anyhow, I came across this video from Heidi’s blog and that’s what got me thinkin:

I hope you enjoyed the video 🙂

Clickable Charities

Until sometime last year, my BraveJournal header had a number of badges and graphics displayed all over it. Among those were buttons I would click daily to make donations to different charities.

When I decided to add my blog to, the header just wasn’t working well when it was being viewed through an iFrame. I had to do something about it and the easiest was to remove everything. My buttons have since found a home on my home page, but I feel that they would get better mileage when seen sported on a blog. So I’ve brought them over. I have yet to decide whether I’d be giving them their own spot over at the sidebar but the Categories link should make it easy to get to this post when one needs the links.

The Child Health Site The Breast Cancer Site The Hunger Site The Literacy Site The Rainforest Site The Animal Rescue Site
As I used to work with NGOs for children, I am partial to the Child Health Site and the LiteracySite. Nonetheless, I visit all 6 sites because it doesn’t require much effort for me to reach out and help good causes. They also have well-stocked shops/boutiques that are so much fun to visit. I’ve shopped from there a couple of times and it’s just a great way to do some shopping while still helping out wth a charity.

moving in

At last, I have made the decision to keep Blogger as my main journal. It does seem to have the features I was looking for and though I’ve found in WordPress. It definitely offers a bit more freedom than BraveJournal and Vox.

In time, I will probably stop posting over at BraveJournal altogether. Or use it as I used to treat Blogger – for keeping up with the BraveJournal community, and to post occasional updates.

I’m moving in getting settled. Blogger is no longer my transient home; I’m turning into a resident.

Polycystic ovary syndrome

I spent about 4 hours in and around the hospital this afternoon. It is yet another episode in the long drama that concerns my reproductive health.

Back in Junior year at college, I had unforgettable bloody experience while taking an exam for my Humanities I (literature) class. I stood up, or was about to, so I could turn in my blue book, when I realized that I was soaked in my own blood. It was my first class for the day and I had about 3 more to go. I waited until the room was almost empty before I stood up to leave. I used the backpack (which was conveniently red) to cover myself as much as possible, and then hurried off to the ladies’ room where I changed into a red shirt that helped cover me up a bit.

My dad took me to the campus that morning (1.5 hours earlier) and I had to ask him to skip work so he can pick me up and bring me back home again. At that time, his office was very near the University. I couldn’t possibly commute home, there was just so much blood.

That afternoon, at the doctor’s, I learned that I needed to take some form of hormone therapy and that I had to take my condition seriously if I wanted to have kids someday.

In 2002, barely a year after that episode, I had to see the doctor again. I think it was after bleeding for a long time. By that time, I was about to start my job at Asia ACTs. I saw a differnt OB-GYN (a much nicer one, I must add), and learned that I probably had PCOS. To accurately diagnose me, I had an ultrasound that left me a bit traumatized by the experience. Hehe.

I took contraceptive pills for three months, along with Metformin, and also tried my best to shed off some weight. All of that to address the PCOS.

Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) is a common condition characterized by irregular menstrual periods, excess hair growth and obesity, though it can affect women in a variety of ways.

The exact cause of polycystic ovary syndrome is unknown, but the condition stems from a disruption in the monthly reproductive cycle. The name polycystic ovary syndrome comes from the appearance of the ovaries in some women with the disorder — large and studded with numerous cysts (polycystic).

Polycystic ovary syndrome affects about one in 10 women in the United States and is the leading cause of infertility in women. Early diagnosis and treatment of polycystic ovary syndrome can help reduce the risk of long-term complications, which include diabetes and heart disease.

– from the Mayo Clinic website (

After three cycles of the pills, and mats of Metformin (which happens to be for pre-diabetics, I think, and helps lower the blood sugar), I had another ultrasound that showed that the polycysts were still there. Unfortunately, I didn’t go back to see the doctor again.

Since then, I’ve been on and off various efforts to lose weight.

Today, 5.5 years later, I still have the same old problems.

Anyway, writing about this condition and my journey to ridding myself of it, is something that I intend to regularly post about from here on. Perhaps doing so will remind me more of how I should regularly consult with my doctor to be sure that I am getting better. It should also serve as motivation to take weight loss seriously.

As for why I was at the hospital today, that’s for another blog post. On the other hand, here’s photos of my very own ovaries. These are from the ultrasound I had just three weeks ago.

Ok, I don’t know what’s in there, but they said there are stll multiple cysts around both ovaries.

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