Beyond the facade and infrastructures of iloilo city are its people that makes this city a place to stay. Hahaha! That is so pathetic. Because behind the people are the mischievous events that happens to the city...especially that its election time again.
Well you see, the baranggay where i live in, the infamous Bo. Obrero, is in a world of deception. There are two political parties that are against each other in my baranggay. one of the parties, headed by the recent baranggay has a platform to make our baranggay to move forward just like iloilo making it the next BEST thing in the philippines. on the other side of the bracket, are the people in the opposition having the platform to make change the old system because they saw that what the old system does to its people is not right. to be specific, leaving the people in despair while the KAPITAN goes cruising to some other parts of the world.
the motiff of the two parties are incoherent as well. the other is green and the other is yellow. they believe that green can push through change and they believe that its tcolor signifize hope to the people of the baranggay. the other party run by the captain speaks that yellow shows triumph to the future of bo. obrero. being the color of strength(one of his constituents said), it would cater to all the people in the baranggay.
everyday when i wake up, different voices coming from the external factors that goes beyond my house are shattering my humble sleep. you see, my grandfather is running as a councilor under the recent baranggay captain. most of the time he influences me to vote for the his captain. on the other side, most of my friends in the baranggay are voting the opposition's captain. with disbelief and a memory confused, i'm in crisis right now.
monday is the election and i am still in distress. with what i learned from my university, i believe that everything should be given though several times before having your decision. but only one thing is sure, i won't be having a good night sleep tonight. God help me!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Keep Love Real
"Keep love real, it endures time no matter how long..."
This is a line from a song I heard just few days back. It was actually sung by two Ilonggo artists. but what caught my attention was the lyrics and the message that the song sents out. It is really a touching song. What amaze me even more is how this song reflects of what happened that day. To tell you the details, be prepared. Its a long story.
You see it was a Monday. I had a lot of requirements to submit. My day started the same doing the usual routine: taking a bath, changing my clothes, eating breakfast, brush my teeth and went to school. But i know that specific day would be something special. When i arrive at school, i saw the usual faces of te usual people i see everyday. Damn it! What a disappoinment it was. But nonetheless i pursue my day. And as the day went on, i was getting weary of waiting of what could happen in that special day. During lunch break, i heard the song. it touch the entirety of the populace eating at Pandora's, a small carinderia beside the Atrium Mall. I was awed with the song. then it hit me, today was my special someone's birthday. you see folks, besides the face that i put on everyday is the reality that i am somewhat feminine (just to put it nicely). and yes i am into a relationship. i called my special someone and said my apology for not being the first to greet him.
Keeping love real for me is withstanding any obstacles and waiting for that right person. Fortunately, i found mine already. I know that the person i care for so much knows it too. though we are far apart from each other and seemed to be busy always, our love is REAL. Cool right!
This is a line from a song I heard just few days back. It was actually sung by two Ilonggo artists. but what caught my attention was the lyrics and the message that the song sents out. It is really a touching song. What amaze me even more is how this song reflects of what happened that day. To tell you the details, be prepared. Its a long story.
You see it was a Monday. I had a lot of requirements to submit. My day started the same doing the usual routine: taking a bath, changing my clothes, eating breakfast, brush my teeth and went to school. But i know that specific day would be something special. When i arrive at school, i saw the usual faces of te usual people i see everyday. Damn it! What a disappoinment it was. But nonetheless i pursue my day. And as the day went on, i was getting weary of waiting of what could happen in that special day. During lunch break, i heard the song. it touch the entirety of the populace eating at Pandora's, a small carinderia beside the Atrium Mall. I was awed with the song. then it hit me, today was my special someone's birthday. you see folks, besides the face that i put on everyday is the reality that i am somewhat feminine (just to put it nicely). and yes i am into a relationship. i called my special someone and said my apology for not being the first to greet him.
Keeping love real for me is withstanding any obstacles and waiting for that right person. Fortunately, i found mine already. I know that the person i care for so much knows it too. though we are far apart from each other and seemed to be busy always, our love is REAL. Cool right!
Monday, October 15, 2007
an understatement...
It was 8:00 in the evening. I read a message from my dad just awhile ago. I am fucking furious. He left me and my mom when i was two (2) years old. The message announces the arrival of my new half-sister. i'm quite happy with that fact but what fueled me up was the website he wanted me to open where he left a message that left me out of the picture. that freaking dad of mine seemed to have forgotten that his eldest son is HERE!!!! Well if thats the case, it was a good decision that he left me for now i know he never wanted me anyway.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Silent Walk: The Mystery of the Promenade
It was late in the evening when I went home from school. We had to arrange some things for the upcoming activity the following day. It is my thing to go to a place to relax myself and to relieve from stress. So I decided to walk along the path walk at the side of the Provincial Capitol. It was the so-called “Promenade.” If my mind serves me right, everyday that I see this path walk in broad daylight, I felt the sense of calm in me. But that night when I went there, an irritation kept bothering me about the area.
It seems that night a lot of Ilonggos where relieving there stress just like me. But to my surprise, I was wrong. I ventured into a place that I never expected and imagine that could exist in my beloved city. Different sets of men from all ages were there. At first, I thought they were having a party. But who was I kidding. They were doing things that only man and woman in relationship and are married should be doing. Explicit stuffs that one could not imagine were just fleeting in my eyes.
After the shock and awe, a man approached me and said that if I was there to relax it wasn’t the appropriate time. He told me that beyond the great scenic views the “Promenade” gives is the operations of different people in male prostitution. In short, what I saw within my reach were young lads who consider themselves as “call boys.”
As I continued walking on, side glances from the different lads, smirking and smiling, disrupts my relaxation. Instead of having the time to relieve off from stress, the existing reality of the area destroys my time to be in touch with myself and with nature. Every time I turn right and left, different sexual actions were seen. It was exploitation.
Where had their dignity gone? Don’t they believe in their own catholic faith anymore to be doing such heinous acts? It is a sad thing to know that my beloved fellowmen would stoop down to the level of a maggot just to survive in the world. Is this what is to be learned beyond the four walls of school? Is this the picture perfect reality that you want to live in? If so, then you must be part of those maggots who filth the world. This is just my opinion. I am okay with the fact that such things exists but if there could be a better way, the good way, then why not take the leap of faith. I went home reminiscing the things that went through there and I kept thinking what reasons they would have besides finance problems. Who knows? Maybe next time when I passed by there again, I could ask them. But for now, what I learn was enough to taunt me.
It seems that night a lot of Ilonggos where relieving there stress just like me. But to my surprise, I was wrong. I ventured into a place that I never expected and imagine that could exist in my beloved city. Different sets of men from all ages were there. At first, I thought they were having a party. But who was I kidding. They were doing things that only man and woman in relationship and are married should be doing. Explicit stuffs that one could not imagine were just fleeting in my eyes.
After the shock and awe, a man approached me and said that if I was there to relax it wasn’t the appropriate time. He told me that beyond the great scenic views the “Promenade” gives is the operations of different people in male prostitution. In short, what I saw within my reach were young lads who consider themselves as “call boys.”
As I continued walking on, side glances from the different lads, smirking and smiling, disrupts my relaxation. Instead of having the time to relieve off from stress, the existing reality of the area destroys my time to be in touch with myself and with nature. Every time I turn right and left, different sexual actions were seen. It was exploitation.
Where had their dignity gone? Don’t they believe in their own catholic faith anymore to be doing such heinous acts? It is a sad thing to know that my beloved fellowmen would stoop down to the level of a maggot just to survive in the world. Is this what is to be learned beyond the four walls of school? Is this the picture perfect reality that you want to live in? If so, then you must be part of those maggots who filth the world. This is just my opinion. I am okay with the fact that such things exists but if there could be a better way, the good way, then why not take the leap of faith. I went home reminiscing the things that went through there and I kept thinking what reasons they would have besides finance problems. Who knows? Maybe next time when I passed by there again, I could ask them. But for now, what I learn was enough to taunt me.
Traveling the History
One summer, my cousins decided to visit their father’s home town in Antique. They decided to tag me along. Packed with my personal necessities and belongings, we left Iloilo at the cracked of dawn. Beyond the excitement that I was feeling was the irritation of drowsiness and boredom of the trip to our destination. We passed through the different municipalities in Iloilo. To my amazement, I was brought back to the past. We passed through Tigbauan where the infamous landing of the American Forces, led by General Douglas McArthur, during the Japanese revolution occurred. Then Guimbal came. An insignia of power is what can describe Guimbal. the existing totem of the area is the Guimbal watchtower that was used as a tool to watch out for Moro Pirates. Beyond the fact is that Guimbal’s history originated from a guitar that was called then by the Panayanons as “gimba.”
Rushing through a heavy rain that poured in after passing by the Guimbal Bridge, we decided to stop over a restaurant near Miag-ao. From what the town folks were saying, Miag-ao was a place of treasures. One of its greatest gems is the Miag-ao church. It attests the people’s history. It stands as a living legacy of the culture and way of life of the people of Miagao centuries ago, anchored in a strong foundation of Christian faith. Another fact of this municipality is the seat of education under the University of the Philippines in the Visayas, a premier institution symbolizing academic and scientific excellence in the region.
Then our little journey went on. The next stop I was told was San Joaquin. Taken from a saint’s name, this area has enriching Catholic faith. Being close to the sea, the gushing water ripples even in the band telling me their great history. History tells us that this area was the place where the 10 Bornean Datus and their family landed in the island that was known then as “Irong-irong.” Thirty minutes after San Joaquin was already the mountainous region of Panay. While going up the steep mountain, I took a nap that sent me back to those ancient times passing through each history of the places that we went through.
When I woke up, we were near Lipata, Antique. Realizing that we were near, I was filled with sadness that I missed another part of history waiting to be told. Who knows? When I go back there, a new journey in history would unfold itself. It was an amazing trip but for now, I’ll just stay here in my bed and go visit history in slumber land.
Rushing through a heavy rain that poured in after passing by the Guimbal Bridge, we decided to stop over a restaurant near Miag-ao. From what the town folks were saying, Miag-ao was a place of treasures. One of its greatest gems is the Miag-ao church. It attests the people’s history. It stands as a living legacy of the culture and way of life of the people of Miagao centuries ago, anchored in a strong foundation of Christian faith. Another fact of this municipality is the seat of education under the University of the Philippines in the Visayas, a premier institution symbolizing academic and scientific excellence in the region.
Then our little journey went on. The next stop I was told was San Joaquin. Taken from a saint’s name, this area has enriching Catholic faith. Being close to the sea, the gushing water ripples even in the band telling me their great history. History tells us that this area was the place where the 10 Bornean Datus and their family landed in the island that was known then as “Irong-irong.” Thirty minutes after San Joaquin was already the mountainous region of Panay. While going up the steep mountain, I took a nap that sent me back to those ancient times passing through each history of the places that we went through.
When I woke up, we were near Lipata, Antique. Realizing that we were near, I was filled with sadness that I missed another part of history waiting to be told. Who knows? When I go back there, a new journey in history would unfold itself. It was an amazing trip but for now, I’ll just stay here in my bed and go visit history in slumber land.
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