Lola Monins

I was cleaning out my file folders and saw this short piece. I remember writing this on my way back to Dumaguete–after attending the wake and burial of my aunt.

There is a time for everything.

There is a time to live.
There is a time to die.

My Grandma died a few days ago (December 1, 2013). Well, she’s not really my grandma but my aunt (my mom’s sister). But I have always felt like I was one of her grandkids.

During the church service before we laid her to her resting place, I wanted so much to stand up on the podium and talk about my memories of her. But I knew that I would end up not being able to finish.

So here I am.

Lola Monins. You were and you still are an amazing woman. I think it’s hard for me to refer to you in the past tense since you still live in each of us. That’s never going to go. I feel blessed to be one of those kids who got hand made gifts from you. When I think of you, I think of you when you were still out and about—those times when you still walked to Fatima Church to attend the 6AM church service—every day. When I think of you, I think of you making that face when you hear a cock-and-bull story—usually from us kids, your sisters, and also Lolo Eddie. When I think of you, I think of that day when I was in 6th grade and saw you making pancit molo. You were making it for a friend of yours from church. But during lunch, I noticed that you left some for me to eat. When I think of you, I think of how you welcomed me to your home—first as a baby, then as a toddler, then as a teenager, and then as a woman. When I think of you, I think of how you brought me with you to Ate Luchi’s house when you and Lolo Eddie had an LQ. When you started getting sick and when you couldn’t move on your own anymore, I reached into my memories of you and thought about how you were just as loud as your sisters and my cousins. I still remember how you laughed, get pissed, talked, and how you said “oi Marmel, ma late na ka”.

Lola Monins. You have lived your life fully. You have loved fully. I can only hope and pray that I can live a full life like you—and to love fully just like you.

I sent my father a copy of his warrant of arrest


I sent my ‘dad’ a copy of his warrant of arrest (for bigamy). Phew. I first read that document nearly 10 years ago and re-reading it made me nauseous. I didn’t send the document to hurt him (goodness, he caused enough pain). I sent it because he (and his mistress/wife) thought it was just a bluff.

Truth be told, I don’t even think of him much. I only remember him when he (or his mistress) would do stupid things. For example, a few days ago, his mistress (using Ronnie’s account) sent an FB message to my sister asking for forgiveness and that they want to come home. You see, because of the warrant of arrest, they could not travel back to the Philippines because Ronnie will be arrested. The apology seems nice, right? NOT. I would say that they were fishing for information regarding the warrant of arrest. When they called it a bluff, my sister called me and told me to send it to them.

Ronnie (my ‘dad’) and I are not FB friends—though FB keeps on putting him under ‘People You May Know’. I’m hoping he reads this so that he checks his Other Messages folder.

What I don’t understand is this—why go through all this shit to just get married to his mistress? Why not just tell my mom that he wants out of the marriage and that he (already) started a new family? Ronnie is educated and I’m sure he knows that bigamy is a criminal offense. I guess people in love do stupid things.

My mom did not plan on filing a bigamy case against him. What pushed her to file a case? Simple. Ronnie and Cherry (the mistress) did something terrible to my sister.

It has been 4 years since I last wrote about Ronnie. I might not write about him again. Or maybe one last time–when my mom is finally free of him.

Ronnie, in case you are reading this, please check your other inbox so that you will see that the warrant for your arrest is REAL. If it’s still unread after a month, I will post the document online. It’s a public document anyway. I may no longer hate you but I LOVE MY MOM. And I don’t want her to see you and your family. I don’t want to see her hurt. YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE.

To Ronnie’s apologists, unless you actually know how it feels to be abandoned by your father or your husband, keep it to yourself.


Remember I mentioned that I do not think about him? Well, case in point: I forgot to update this blog post with the documents because I forgot about it/him. I just remembered to check my FB and behold! Still unread. I remembered coz someone told me that Ronnie’s son (with his mistress) is studying here in the Philippines (Ateneo de Manila).

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ANYWAY, as promised, here’s the link to the documents: CLICK ME!

Names: Buenaventura Resurreccion (Ronnie) Cordero Reposar
Cherry Francisco Reposar (mistress)
Richjay Francisco Reposar (son with mistress)
Alej John Francisco Reposar (son with mistress)

Ronnie, if you are reading this, please check also, because your mistress knows about you being married, she will also go to jail. Good luck.