It’s really quite surreal to find yourself in a position where something familiar which had happened to you in the past is again facing you. Déjà vu – whatever! Uhm… This one is quite but not entirely like it.
I met these two boys a couple of months ago and I found myself amused at how time quickly passed – one moment I was this ambitious kid with idealistic dreams and plans for himself. Then suddenly, I become this struggling young adult in his never-ending quest for independence, love, and stability. XD
I remember some thoughts running through my 12-year old immaturebrain when I was in 1st year high. As some of you may know, I studied high in the seminary. This “first time away from home” experience brought me some challenges and questions I never imagined myself facing and bothering me. First taste of reality - maybe… A lot of things had happened, which when I think of now, were quite too much for a vulnerable, lost, and lonely kid who thought himself of as a misfit, to handle - a kid who was trying everything just to be in a clique, desperate to feel some sense of belongingness, to be welcomed. Clearly, I was a sponge – absorbing anything which I thought was cool - imbibing them.
IT'S HARD TO BE ON THE OUTSIDE. Trust me.
It was as if life quickly removed the innocence in me. I learned a bunch of things little ones shouldn’t be aware of.
But through it all, I have no regrets even when things presented themselves earlier than they should have. These experiences armoured me with some valuable lessons - that of continuity in all things - with life, with dreams, and most importantly, with growing up. Though it was life’s bitter reality to endure the nightmares at first, it was however, those very same lessons that made it bearable.
As for those boys, I’m just extremely thrilled to have met and talked with them. I saw in their eyes and smile the very fragile soul which made me taste what life was and grow up unexpectedly.
Oh life… Parang kailan lang… *hums. Take care you two. :)
… And they found a house made of chocolate chips and cookies! At the end of the story, both of them were murderers of an old accommodating lady who thought they were fattened turkeys for her dinner. But was Hansel aware that Gretel was suicidal? If I were the Big Bad Wolf, I would rather eat Gretel than Little Red Riding Hood, though the latter is as equally stupid as the former. I was sleeping that time when she told her brother to scatter crumbs of their bread until none of it was left. Because I was dead asleep, the ravens told me that they had a feast and that Gretel was anorexic. Hansel was so desperate to get her home and decided to ask the "old witch" (who was their neighbor all along) for something to eat. The old lady after baking a fresh irrisistable batch of cookies, let them in and served them food. Because the old woman was suffering dementia and poor eyesight, she forgot that they were real persons and thought that they would make a decent meal. I saw it all, the way they killed the old woman, and how greedily they ate - especially Gretel who I thought was anorexic. The ravens were wrong after all. She was bulimic. Her initial plan was to die in the forest yet her brother saw a way out and she had to resort to her second plan: eat until she’s full, puke it all out and kill herself in the oven which did not happen because Hansel had already pushed the old lady in. Why was Gretel planning to kill herself anyway? Little Red Riding Hood told the ravens told me that Gretel was desperate to answer her father’s question. Sleepy that I was, I missed what the question was while the ravens flew back to their nest and chatted some more. By: Eugene Marte
Bagong dagon eon angan-angan, nami man kunta nga may bagong kalibangan..
So for a fresh start, i'm posting this article, as a gift man for you out there abroad.. .Sayod ko mang nahidlaw man kamo sa kabuhi sa uma.
I don't know the origin of this "kumposo" ,neither I knew the title, but I love to hear and sing it over and over again for it brings me back to where I came from. It is written in Kinaray-a but I know Akeanons understand this dialect. The experience of the song is so true to our kasimanwas in the outskirts of Aklan; and for sure some who might read this have the same experience, if not the whole of it but maybe at some point.
This kumposo still reflects a parcel of the life of a youth in the rural areas. Well, of course, that's how and why Kumposo was invented by our forefathers. It serves as an outlet or an expression of life. Kumposo is a generic name for the songs of Panayanons which mirrors and illustrates the struggle and happiness they have, especially life in the rural areas. This genre already evolved into more and complex form and the above song is already way ahead from the old school kumposos.
I find it interesting to post in this blog because it might remind our kasimanwas abroad of the life they left her Aklan or may maybe the happiness we had shared sa kabaryohan….
I hope you will like it….God Bless ag Mabuganaong Bagong Dagon!
Andres - Andrivon Rowan
THE DIFFERENCE
that are more than 2000 years old, but are poor.
today are developed countries, and are rich.
The difference is the attitude of the people,
influenced along the years by education, culture,
nothing will happen to you.
your love for intrigue and politics,
your indifference to saving for the future,
your stubborn attitude.
If you love your country,
let this message circulate so
that many Filipinos can reflect on this,
CHANGE, & ACT!
I’m ok… How many times do I have to tell somebody I am? People just won’t listen. They tell me I should have done this, or that, or whatever shitty tricks they have up on their sleeves. Sometimes, I would just want to crush them like a bug. I can’t and that’s the problem. Maybe it’s my fault not to submit to conformity. For some reason, being human entails drifting away with the system.
