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Minnie, one of my Pinay Seoulites friend here in Seoul, had requested us, on behalf of her Korean friend, to bring along with us a 12-year old Korean girl to the Philippines. The girl will be staying in the Philippines for three months with a family she, nor her parents, has never met. Want to know the pressure to learn and to speak English? Talk to this Korean family:-) or any Korean family for that matter.

It isn’t a bother to us. We just hope that we won’t be encountering any problem with the Immigration upon entrance to the Philippines, having a minor not related with us. Anyhow, we got the following requirements from Section 29(a)(12) of the Philippine Immigration Act of 1940:

A Waiver of Exclusion Ground (WEG) is required for children below 15 years old who are travelling to the Philippines unaccompanied by or not joining his/her parent/s to the Philippines.

The WEG Order will be issued by the Bureau of Immigration (BI) at the port of entry upon submission by the WEG applicant of the following requirements: 

  1. Affidavit of consent by either parent or legal guardian of the child, naming therein the person who will be accompanying the child to the Philippines and with whome the child will stay while in the country. The said Affidavit must be duly notarized by a local notary public or the consular officer at the Philippine Embassy or Consulate in the applicant’s country or residence;
  2. Clear photocopy of the data page of the child’s passport;
  3. Clear photocopy of the data page of the passport of the accompanying adult or guardian, and:
  4. Payment of the Immigration fees (currently P3,120.00 per child)

I hope that when the girl comes back to Korea after the winter vacation, she will have a significant improvement on her English skills. The parents will be paying 4 million won for her entire 3 months stay in the Philippines. The younger sister will be following on the last week of December. That’s another expense for English education. But for parents to see their desired improvement reflected on their children, I guess the financial considerations will be secondary.

In two days, we are leaving for the Philippines for the holidays. It’s a temporary goodbye to my daily dose of PoeTree Latte.

The PoeTree Coffeeshop is the latest addition to the shops in the ground floor of the Trapalace III Multiplex. Trapalace III residents are entitled to 10% discount upon showing of the Trapalace access cards. But, of course, I am almost a daily habitue. Not only does my system look for my daily dose of cafe latte, the coffeeshop offers a free internet wi-fi access.

I enjoy clicking on my laptop keyboards while I sip my coffee… or I simply read a book. The Little Dynamo would be sleeping on his stroller. My signal to leave the place would be his waking up time. It will be back to Mommy-world once again:-)

Yesterday, I bade my good friend temporary goodbye in, where else but, PoeTree. Over our cups of latte, a cheesecake and a Tiramisu and sleeping toddlers in their respective strollers, we promised to see each other frequently again comes January 2009.

 

When I want English music, I always open the internet. I’m just so glad I have favorited the free internet AOL music. Whenever my Little Dynamo wants to release his energy and show us his dancing prowess, the site is easy and accessible.

But an English radio channel here in Seoul would even be more convenient. The news that an all-English radio channel would be airing starting December 1 is a welcome addition to all foreigners. The radio station is “Soul-FM” at FM101.3MHz.

My son plays very well even without me. He had been used to being left alone with my part-time nanny that all I have to do is to tell him I have a surprise for him when I get back. He nonchalantly says “Bye” when I leave. So, I happily leave when need be.

Tomorrow would have been an important day but I have no nanny. Our place has a playroom in the second floor of the building where my son frequently plays… always with me or the nanny around. I calmly settled with the idea of leaving him alone for one hour and half tomorrow. To test my son’s readiness, I brought him to the playroom today. To my disappointment, I can’t leave him alone.

It isn’t because he isn’t ready. In fact, he didn’t cry. The songsaengnim (teacher) informed me that I could only leave him alone when he reaches 36 months alone. Surprise I was! I may not understand much Korean but I know for a fact that some kids below 36 months old are being left alone there.

The playroom is for the exclusive use of the apartment residents. It is actually a cozy place for kids… a good place where kids could safely get exhausted. The cold climate makes the place very well attended these days. Picture below was taken during my son’s second birthday:

I’m quite disappointed that I can’t speak much Korean. I’m disappointed that the songsaengnim can’t speak English. I couldn’t befriend her as I could the others. I couldn’t build a relationship with her as I naturally would if there is no language barrier. I don’t feel any bitterness that she can’t bend the rules for my son as she has done with the others. It’s her prerogative. I don’t feel any bitterness against the other moms who got the benefit which would otherwise not have been given to them had the songsaengnim followed the rules. If I am in my own country, or if we share the same language, I am sure to have made a very good relationship with her. I am sure I will be a recipient of a few bended, but harmless, rules.

To the sognsaengnim’s credit, she did bend the rule for me “onol man” (only for today). I was supposed to go to the gym but I changed my mind at the last minute. I spent the time cooking and relaxing a bit at home and going to the laundry. When I went back to the playroom, my son hardly noticed me as he was playing with the other toddlers:-)

I’m just disappointed because I’m facing limitations. Language. The capacity to make friends with just anyone. Lack of human resources/faces I could call on to for help when needed.

I remember I once promised myself not to think of my limitations while I’m here in a foreign land. But I guess, there are just moments when I can’t help thinking about them.

Little Dynamo and I are off to Iloilo for our pre-Christmas holidays with my parents on December 7. My father informed me that there is a cheaper way to purchase tickets from PAL. Online purchase. Even if I am already holding a non-revenue ticket for myself at 75% off the regular price, this one’s a good grab at a one-way price of Php788.00.

I excitedly got into the PAL website (www.philippineairlines.com). There goes the PAL promo called EconoLight Fare. I filled out the required information and I waited… and waited… and waited. The screen, after all, says: “This may take a while so please be patient”. For more than five minutes, I was staring into this screen:

Finally:

Duh! I received the notification: “Your session has expired. It means that you did not perform any action within several minutes”.

This did just not happen once.

So much for efficiency and customer convenience.

Breakfast time. 

Little Dynamo: Chips, please.

Me: No. Finish the bread first.

Me: Drink your juice.

Little Dynamo: (pointing to his full mouth) Finish first.

 

We were reading a book titled “The Happy Prince”.

Me: “One day, on the way south, a swallow stopped by the statue”. This (pointing to the swallow) is a bird.

Little Dynamo: No, mommy no. Swallow (made a swallowing motion with his mouth).

 

Hubby and I were talking while hubby was playing with our son.

Hubby: (jokingly said) Life sucks!

Little Dynamo: (taking off his socks) like this, like this.

King.com (Midasplayer.com Ltd.)

As an expat family here in Seoul, holiday gift shopping is no longer just a question of who to buy gifts for.

When before I would just list down all the people that we want to give holiday gifts to (and cross out some names lest we come out penniless after the holidays), this recession season requires us to decide where to shop for these gifts. You see, we have to do the math based on the currency conversions both of the won and the Philippine peso against the US dollar.

Off we (my husband and I) went to Namdaemun last Saturday to buy our christmas gifts for the kids back in the Philippines. Yes, after doing our math, we figured that it would prove cheaper for us to buy here rather than convert the deeply affected Won to dollars and upon arriving in the Philippines, convert the US dollars to Philippine peso. If we are earning US dollars, then the “splurging” will be in the Philippines. But, of course, 1USD is now almost Php50.00. It is a far cry from last year’s 1:41.

We’re almost done. By this week’s end, we should have marked everyone in the list. Can’t afford to spend much for the holidays. Recession.

I don’t know if today’s news in Korea Herald will be a taken as a piece of good news by majority of the South Koreans. The US National Intelligence Council (NIC) released its 120-page report titled “Global Trends 2025: A Transformed World”. The report sees a unified Korea by 2025 although it does not see whether it will be a unitary state or a confederation.

I wrote in a previous post that majority of young Koreans who enjoy their first world lifestyle may not be too keen to have a unified Korea as it would entail shouldering the North’s poverty and share the South’s prosperity. In fact, there is a world of difference between the two countries. Where the South has abundance, the North is facing food crisis. Where the South enjoys an advanced media technology, the North’s media is being monitored, confiscated even. Where the South can stage vigils against issues (even on the seemingly petty resistance against the US beef), the North’s subjects are being publicly executed to intimidate the other North Koreans.

That would be sixteen years from now:-).

Got a special reminder through my email today to treasure every moment with my Little Dynamo. It is titled “A Touch of Love“.

You were six months old and full of fun,
With a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
but I turned my head and you turned two.

At two, you were very dependent on me,
but independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday; another year I tried to ignore,
but when I lit the candles, there weren’t three, but four.

Four was the year that you really strived.
Why, look at you now, you’re already five.
Now you are ready for books and for rules.
This is the year you go to school.

The big day came, you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus going oh, so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved good-bye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.

Time goes so fast it’s hard to believe
that just yesterday you were home here with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground
you’ll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.

So I’m holding to these moments as hard as I can,
because the next time I look, I’ll be seeing a man.

Author unknown

My Little Dynamo has just turned 2 years old but I had a lump on my throat when I reached the last sentence.

 

We should have a solid definition of the basic things in life!

I feel powerless to start my entry with the loudest and strogenst conviction but the statement above. It is the most that I can say.

This entry is triggered by the recent (and some not so recent) news about babies. More particularly, how babies come into this world. Babies do not come to a couple’s life delivered by a stork, contrary to the bedtime stories we read to our toddlers. This strok version may have been creatively told to avoid embarassment between adults and children but come to think of it, even the bible did not talk about baby creation. The bible talked about the human creation of Adam and Eve, nothing beyond that. The truth about and behind sexuality and sex were shielded from the young… and some adults, for that matter. There has always been a sense of tact and prudence about these two things, lest they shock the unprepared. In time, each one of us discover the truth and the cycle continues.

 

 

Until… until man slowly discovered that there is more to the limiting lables of a man and a woman. The gays and the lesbians would like to be acknowledged for what and who they are. While some parts of the world are slowly accepting (some have fully accepted) that we have four (not two) genders, other parts have gone beyond social acknowledgement. A good number of countries have legalized same sex marriage. Fact is, there is still a great divide between social acceptance and legal acceptance. To this day, I haven’t made up my mind whether or not I favor legalized same sex marriage. Reality is, I don’t think it is my domain to intrude into other people’s path to happiness. I fully respect the gays and the lesbians of this world. I have mentioned in my previous posts that I have gay friends, best friends even. I came to know some lesbians and I never had any issues with them. No matter which side you take, the lesbians factually and legally remain biologically female. The gays factually and legally remain biologically male.

 

Until… until the medical geniuses of this world discovered how to bend the law to satisfy the yearnings of the few. The medical geniuses can make a biologically born female become a biologically walking male and vice versa. The biologically born female/male can now be a legalized male/female. With this legalized gender, the biologically born female/male is now a married man/woman living an ideal family life according to the legal definition of a family. Personally, this is where my strongest conviction for resistance starts. Because this is where it is no longer just about the two individuals’ pursuit of happiness and acceptance. If the definition of a family in this case is limited to the two individuals who yearn to be accepted for who they are, then maybe, just maybe… But this “family” defined according to these self-declared enlightened creatures involve other lives… the lives of innocent children.

 

Look at these cases:

The most recent that made the headlines and was even given expensive and extensive airtime by Barbara WAlters in her show “The View” was that of “The Pregnant Man”. Barbara Walters aptly titled the episode “What is a Man? What is a Woman?”.

 

Thomas Beatie is a legalized male after undergoing sex change. He was born Tracy Lagondino, a beautiful woman. He may even have been a gorgeous woman, gorgeous enough to be a model and a beauty pageant finalist. By his own self-declared identity, he went beyond lesbianism. He had himself legally declared a male and took pains to look male. More male than a regular male would look like. He achieved only a few in this world has achieved. He got himself a wife, Nancy. They lived a “normal” family life. They have children courtesy of his wife’s children from a previous marriage. Not content with that, they decided they want to have their own biological child. Who’s to get pregnant? Nancy can’t. She had hysterectomy. Then, tey decided that the man of the house should get pregnant. Nancy performed the artificial insemination and what have they got? A baby? They then sold the exclusive pictures of the baby, just like Brangelina:-).

He announced in the same show that he is expecting again. How will they explain to their child/ren their peculiar family circumstances? They are beginning the “indoctrination” now. He shared during the interview that he is currently reading a book to the baby where a male sea horse gives birth to the baby seas horses. My blood reaches beyond boiling point at this display of self-satisfaction. 

 

A less abominable, but still disturbing, news garnered media attention in India when a baby, named Manji Yamada, was born from a surrogate mother. How would a baby in this situation absorb her “creation” when she grows up as an intelligent, discerning adult? She was born from an Indian woman who is not related to her in any genetic way. Who knows how many babies have this Indian woman given birth to and how many more will she have the capacity to give birth to? You see, she lives in a city in India where commercial surrogacy is legal. Notoriously termed “wombs for rent”, the women carry the fetus in their wombs for a very substantial amount. The biological father is known as he and his wife were the ones who commissioned for the pregnancy. Unfortunately, the couple divorced before the baby was born and as a result, the baby is left with no legal mother. The biological mother is unknown and the identity is well-kept in the medical books for the sake of medical secrecy as she is, after all, only known as an unknown donor. Do the people involve feel powerful (God?) that they can create a human being? Poor innocent, baby.

 

Her legal identity crisis had been temporarily resolved as she was given temporary documents from India and Japan. Her legal identify will definitely be permanently resolved. We have ample supply of legal geniuses to do the job. But what of her identity? How would she resolve this question with the circumstances surrounding her birth?

With the above scenario, should we say goodbye to concerns on maternal emotional state during pregnancy and pre-natal care? Numerous studies have given us good reasons to believe that the emotional state of a pregnant woman can influence the growth of her baby and the emotional state of the mother can have lifelong conseqeunces for the child. Who is the mother here? Whose emotional state do we look into? Or do we just abandon these firmly-planted theories for new theories that will accommodate these “technological advancements?”

Will we have more Thomas Beaties who like to go around with words justifying their “wants” to be accepted and acknowledged? Though this desire to be accepted and acknowledged is more like an arrogant throwing of “We are creating a new family, and this is how we make it and define it. You people around the world should accept it”. With the commercial surrogacy in India, there could be no denying that babies have been born this way and the practice is likely to continue as it proves to be a profitable business for the young women there.

What of these children then? They are the products of the choices made by the people before them who claim to love them and would bring them up in this world with all the love and care that a currently acknowledged normal family could give, perhaps even more, they confidently add.

How far can humans go to display their geniuses? A CNN report tried to make the reading public aware of a new technology called “inheritable genetic modification” where “genese can be modified in eggs, sperm or early embryos and it results in the altered genes being passed on to future generations”. Can we, in the future, shop for designer babies? Would you like to?

While I admire the endless quest for knowledge, I would like to retain the basic things that we have or we don’t have in life. I don’t see why we should challenge nature, more so go against it. Are the emotional consequences worth it? Must the world be asked to subscribe to and warmly embrace these new definitions, identities and technological advances?

What about the babies?

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