Today is STILL Wednesday,Feburary 17th, 2010 and it is now 745 PM here in Brooklyn, NY, USA.
To continue from my previous entry...
Jackie had her 2nd daughter, giving birth on the floor of her bedroom, which actually is pretty common in the Philippines. At least her family was near and was able to get a liscenced Midwife for her.
The child's father, her "Husband," was on Anti-Insurgency Ops in Gingoog, not too far but by then he was already living with his new girl (whom he may or may not have married) and their recent baby.
He told Jackie that he had arranged a "Legal Separation" from Shari'a Court (Islamic Court) in Zamboanga City. Under the Marcos regime a set of laws were created called the "Islamic Personal Laws." A Shari'a Court system was created but it was entirely voluntary. Indeed, as it turned out the "husband" had never even married her and lucky for him, it could lead to a prison sentence but enough of that for now.
She and her 2 daughters settled into their life...but Jackie began expressing deeper emotions to me when she found out that Rizza was "doing me wrong."
We then began IMing more and more and when I went back to Mindanao to discuss Rizza with her family, I went up to Cagayan and ended up spending 3 days at a hotel in town. See, in the Philippines, no matter your tribe, ethnicity or religion, or what your husband does, women are seen as vile whores if they have any other relationships.
Non-Muslims are subject to Ph Family Law. A great example being "Adultery." It is a crime punishable by prison but only for women. Muslims simply kill. Many non-Muslims also on Mindanao in fact. The word for gossip, or phrase, is "chikka chikka" and it is impossible for me to even go to her house though I am on base often enough.
On my second trip we spent 4 days, and since have been very close to say the least. I never accepted a women with kids before. In fact, the only other Filipina I was involved with besides Rizza was a minor celebrity in the country. A Pampangan (ethnicty from northern Luzon), she was a single mom and in the end I rejected her (took place during my first separation from Rizza about 8 years ago). She was wealthy, an ex-beuty queen (though getting a bit thick by then),and a great girl. I just did not want someone else's child. I know, it is selfish but there it is.
Jackie though...She makes me forget such things.
The intersesting thing though...Apparently the "husbands" new squeeze has had enough of him. He sent Jackie a letter through a squadmate in January. She ignored it. He then made plans to "visit" with his kids. She arranged to be elsewhere. He then showed up unannounced. She refused to come out and called her 1 of her brothers to handle it. The brother escorted the guy and his kids, end of story.
Then, last week, she was outside gardening and he showed up. He told her he and the other girl were over and he wanted to move back in. She laughed at him and said the only problem with that is that she did not love him and had moved on. He could not deal with it, followed her as she went inside and pushed himself into the house.
Locking herself in her bedroom with the girls, she could not get in touch with me. She also couldn't get in touch with her family, 2 rows of housing away since they do not have a phone (like most people on Mindanao).
When I did not hear from her for over a day I became concerned and called her. She was afraid to tell me what happened, fearing I would send someone to "handle" it. She would only cry, and would not tell me what was wrong. Crying, telling me how much she loved me...until finally I got the details out of her. I told her, look, you don't want me to "get it done," you better take the girls and go directly to your family. If he grabs you scream bloody murder (as in most if not all SE Asian Cultures there is a great fear of losing face).
The problem is, she never told her family about his fathering a baby outside the relationship, and carried immense guilt for having run away and getting involved with a Moro. She was petrified about asking her family for help, wracked with guilt.
I told her, you then have 2 choices, let me make a call, or bend over and play house again (am I not so poetic). She agreed she would go to the family and so she did.
He was asleep on the couch, secure in his manliness when both bros and father (also a soldier) came in with an uncle who is a policeman. She laughs as she recallas he looked like an owl. See Jackie is the stereotypical SE Asian woman, accomodating, and of course he never had been challenged.
The worst part was her mom and sisters, now knowing what he had done they were livid (always despising him anyway). They told him to get the fuck out, its over. He begged to be allowed to talk to Jackie alone but they told him he must be fucken crazy. Then he reiterated a long term threat he made ever since they had separated. He will leave but he will take his daughters with him, which causwed her brother the Ranger to kick him in the head. I am sad to say I lauhed at that one.
Muslims believe that the man automatically gets custody, no matter the circumstances.
He left FAST.
2 days later though he turned up again hoping to finally get that "talk alone," thinking her family was putting ideas in her head. This time she was able to cal a neighbour to get her bro the Infantryman. He showed up and asked if he wanted a repeat performance. She did tell him though, once her bro arrived, that he needed to get it through his head that she would never be with him again...
At the same time Rizza has been hankering for another reunion. Always interesting my life, to say the least.
So now Jackie is angling every day to get me to return and move off of Mindanao. I am not sure how to handle that. I do have the studio in Makati, but with 2 small kids that is not going to be "fun."
I cannot make a home with her in Agusan because of my responsibilities to Rizza's family. It would be a slap in the face to bring Jackie there.
I am thinking of Negros, an island in the Visayan chain, just north of Mindanao. The problem is that the language there is a Bisaya language called Ilonggo, and neither she nor I speak it though she says she can understand it. She is quite fluent in Tagalog (I am fair in it) so I may just end up in Makati, but in a bigger unit. Instead of subletting maybe I will buy. I loved the late Xtcxtc's (RIP) duplex in my building though he was a multi-millionaire and I am not. I am thinking just a regular 2 BR.
I would have to fly to Mindanao weekly though, so it is all being worked out, albeit with my heaping of procastination.
As for the rest of my affairs, same as it always was, on 200 mgs of methadone still though only dosing half the week. I last dosed Monday at 8 AM, it is now Wednesday 830 PM and the lack of analgesia is driving me nuts (per my fucked up jaw that I mentioned in my 1st post this evening). I re-dose tomorrow at about 1 PM so I will just try to ride out the pain.
Music wise...Been listening to Buddha Bar "Cafe del Mar Volume 1," GREAT MIX. I actually have a 4GB card in my Sidekick 08, the device I am using to compose this entry. 1000 songs. Me and my mixes though, I top out at 255 tracks. Bunch of Buddha Bar, Hotel Costes, Ministry of Sound and Hed Kandi as usual. Thinking about getting a 16GB for the trip home to Mindanao, figure I will get
1/4th through the tracks by the time I land 22 hours later.
To continue from my previous entry...
Jackie had her 2nd daughter, giving birth on the floor of her bedroom, which actually is pretty common in the Philippines. At least her family was near and was able to get a liscenced Midwife for her.
The child's father, her "Husband," was on Anti-Insurgency Ops in Gingoog, not too far but by then he was already living with his new girl (whom he may or may not have married) and their recent baby.
He told Jackie that he had arranged a "Legal Separation" from Shari'a Court (Islamic Court) in Zamboanga City. Under the Marcos regime a set of laws were created called the "Islamic Personal Laws." A Shari'a Court system was created but it was entirely voluntary. Indeed, as it turned out the "husband" had never even married her and lucky for him, it could lead to a prison sentence but enough of that for now.
She and her 2 daughters settled into their life...but Jackie began expressing deeper emotions to me when she found out that Rizza was "doing me wrong."
We then began IMing more and more and when I went back to Mindanao to discuss Rizza with her family, I went up to Cagayan and ended up spending 3 days at a hotel in town. See, in the Philippines, no matter your tribe, ethnicity or religion, or what your husband does, women are seen as vile whores if they have any other relationships.
Non-Muslims are subject to Ph Family Law. A great example being "Adultery." It is a crime punishable by prison but only for women. Muslims simply kill. Many non-Muslims also on Mindanao in fact. The word for gossip, or phrase, is "chikka chikka" and it is impossible for me to even go to her house though I am on base often enough.
On my second trip we spent 4 days, and since have been very close to say the least. I never accepted a women with kids before. In fact, the only other Filipina I was involved with besides Rizza was a minor celebrity in the country. A Pampangan (ethnicty from northern Luzon), she was a single mom and in the end I rejected her (took place during my first separation from Rizza about 8 years ago). She was wealthy, an ex-beuty queen (though getting a bit thick by then),and a great girl. I just did not want someone else's child. I know, it is selfish but there it is.
Jackie though...She makes me forget such things.
The intersesting thing though...Apparently the "husbands" new squeeze has had enough of him. He sent Jackie a letter through a squadmate in January. She ignored it. He then made plans to "visit" with his kids. She arranged to be elsewhere. He then showed up unannounced. She refused to come out and called her 1 of her brothers to handle it. The brother escorted the guy and his kids, end of story.
Then, last week, she was outside gardening and he showed up. He told her he and the other girl were over and he wanted to move back in. She laughed at him and said the only problem with that is that she did not love him and had moved on. He could not deal with it, followed her as she went inside and pushed himself into the house.
Locking herself in her bedroom with the girls, she could not get in touch with me. She also couldn't get in touch with her family, 2 rows of housing away since they do not have a phone (like most people on Mindanao).
When I did not hear from her for over a day I became concerned and called her. She was afraid to tell me what happened, fearing I would send someone to "handle" it. She would only cry, and would not tell me what was wrong. Crying, telling me how much she loved me...until finally I got the details out of her. I told her, look, you don't want me to "get it done," you better take the girls and go directly to your family. If he grabs you scream bloody murder (as in most if not all SE Asian Cultures there is a great fear of losing face).
The problem is, she never told her family about his fathering a baby outside the relationship, and carried immense guilt for having run away and getting involved with a Moro. She was petrified about asking her family for help, wracked with guilt.
I told her, you then have 2 choices, let me make a call, or bend over and play house again (am I not so poetic). She agreed she would go to the family and so she did.
He was asleep on the couch, secure in his manliness when both bros and father (also a soldier) came in with an uncle who is a policeman. She laughs as she recallas he looked like an owl. See Jackie is the stereotypical SE Asian woman, accomodating, and of course he never had been challenged.
The worst part was her mom and sisters, now knowing what he had done they were livid (always despising him anyway). They told him to get the fuck out, its over. He begged to be allowed to talk to Jackie alone but they told him he must be fucken crazy. Then he reiterated a long term threat he made ever since they had separated. He will leave but he will take his daughters with him, which causwed her brother the Ranger to kick him in the head. I am sad to say I lauhed at that one.
Muslims believe that the man automatically gets custody, no matter the circumstances.
He left FAST.
2 days later though he turned up again hoping to finally get that "talk alone," thinking her family was putting ideas in her head. This time she was able to cal a neighbour to get her bro the Infantryman. He showed up and asked if he wanted a repeat performance. She did tell him though, once her bro arrived, that he needed to get it through his head that she would never be with him again...
At the same time Rizza has been hankering for another reunion. Always interesting my life, to say the least.
So now Jackie is angling every day to get me to return and move off of Mindanao. I am not sure how to handle that. I do have the studio in Makati, but with 2 small kids that is not going to be "fun."
I cannot make a home with her in Agusan because of my responsibilities to Rizza's family. It would be a slap in the face to bring Jackie there.
I am thinking of Negros, an island in the Visayan chain, just north of Mindanao. The problem is that the language there is a Bisaya language called Ilonggo, and neither she nor I speak it though she says she can understand it. She is quite fluent in Tagalog (I am fair in it) so I may just end up in Makati, but in a bigger unit. Instead of subletting maybe I will buy. I loved the late Xtcxtc's (RIP) duplex in my building though he was a multi-millionaire and I am not. I am thinking just a regular 2 BR.
I would have to fly to Mindanao weekly though, so it is all being worked out, albeit with my heaping of procastination.
As for the rest of my affairs, same as it always was, on 200 mgs of methadone still though only dosing half the week. I last dosed Monday at 8 AM, it is now Wednesday 830 PM and the lack of analgesia is driving me nuts (per my fucked up jaw that I mentioned in my 1st post this evening). I re-dose tomorrow at about 1 PM so I will just try to ride out the pain.
Music wise...Been listening to Buddha Bar "Cafe del Mar Volume 1," GREAT MIX. I actually have a 4GB card in my Sidekick 08, the device I am using to compose this entry. 1000 songs. Me and my mixes though, I top out at 255 tracks. Bunch of Buddha Bar, Hotel Costes, Ministry of Sound and Hed Kandi as usual. Thinking about getting a 16GB for the trip home to Mindanao, figure I will get
1/4th through the tracks by the time I land 22 hours later.