Epi and Mabini

30 Sept 2015
2:31 PM

So much hype there is about the movie Heneral Luna. Before it was to be out in the cinemas, I read the synopsis for this movie. I told myself that I would watch it in the cinema. I'm happy I was one of the many who had seen it first and got to avail that student discount :)

With everything that can be discussed in the movie, the last thing I had expected from anyone would be to notice or even ask "Why is Mabini (Epi Quizon) sitting down in the entirety of the movie?"

I seriously can't imagine myself personally reacting to such question. I'd probably be, "Seriously? You don't know? He is even in the money that you use every day and you don't know?" Then, the social media outburst about what do teachers teach in the classroom? In history? Maybe if I didn't teach before, I probably would have thought that it's ALL the teachers' fault. It is an academic shortcoming on the part of the schools to not being able to teach properly about our history and our national heroes. The accounts for Mabini's life in the history books is limited to him being the sublime paralytic who became the brains of the revolutions. Not so much emphasis on his early life and death. The teachers are teaching this but with all the distractions around, I'm not sure which ones the kids put more value for each day. 

The entire film is considered fictional but the small facts and deep-seated truths in the scenes are undeniable. 

Maybe, if I watched the play about Mabini before this movie, I would have understand his actions better. His dispositions as an adviser to the president and as a hero. 

The fictional part of the story leaves us the space for discussion in finding out the truth for ourselves. Conspiracies and theories can be formulated letting one practice critical thinking.

It is everyone's fault and shortcoming to those who never knew. Everyone who knew about it and didn't take time to share it.

The curriculum developers may have fallen short as to what and how do we teach kids in the classroom, however, these contents are based on what the government had provided. Funded research findings and proclaimed disclosures. We can only be so happy to have historians, people who had dedicated their lives to looking back and giving us a clear picture of the past. The true past. Not the twisted past that some selfish people wanted the nation to grow up with. Also, film-makers who took time and effort to put the history in a movie that would make every citizen question his or her patriotic duties. Risk-taker producers who bravely invested on projects like this. A moment of awakening. 

There are bigger truths about the filipino that can only depicted by combining the real and imaginary. -- Jerrold Tarog, Director of Heneral Luna 

History repeats itself.

While watching the movie, I can definitely pinpoint who is today's Aguinaldo-- people who would do anything to stay in power, bury truth and still live with chins held up high. Paterno-- people who think of profits at the expense of others. Mabini-- the man who knew but had kept silent for reasons I still don't know. The Luna-- people who love this country so much and would boldly stand up for what they believe is just and right for this nation. That not-so-sharpshooter soldier-- people who can only do so much but still try to do something. Goyong the youth whose dream is to serve the nation, a dream cut short. And many, many more.

To whom we bestow the power, is the one who gets to control what know, get to know and will know. What else is hidden? What more can they keep from the citizens of this nation? How long are we going to revere the wrong people? And neglect until we totally forget those who really cared for this nation? Who and what examples are we building for our identity as a nation

Let us stop the blame game, choose our heroes and introduce our heroes to others. Eventually, be that hero this nation calls for.

Let us change the history of this country. We know better now.
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Randomthoughts 25 Sept 2015

Medyo matagal na since nung last Random post ko ah.

8:10 PM
25 September 2015

1. Nakapag- Jollibee hot choco ako kaninang umaga. Finally! Ang sarap.

2. Nahihirapan ako sa two subjects ko ngayon. Sobrang complicated nila masyado for my sabaw brain cells. Help!

3. Just completed the first 7 weeks at my new job. Nasa nesting period na. Targets are already given. Sana mareach ko sya. With flying colors, hopefully.

4. Binigyan ako ng challenge ng uncle ko. Magastos daw akong bata. Patunayan ko raw na kaya kong mag-ipon in two years. Dang! No choice, challenge accepted.

5. Sa brain ko, sinisimulan ko nang ayusin ang year-end post ko. For some reasons, gusto ko na matapos ang taon.

6. Kelangan kong makapag-solo backpacking this year. Kahit sa malapit lang.

7. Bakit ang ganda ng bagsak ng buhok ko kapag bagong gising. Parang ayaw ko na tuloy maligo. LOL.

8. Nakapag-MIBF kaming magkakapatid this year! Yey! Nakakalula sa dami ng tao. Haha. Next year, I'll do it on the first day of the event pa lang. Di ko kasi maabutan yung mga gusto kong books and authors pag last day.

9. Guilty pleasure ko pa din ang pagbabasa ng chic-lit stories sa Wattpad. Don't judge me please.

10. Naisipan naming bumuo ng isang page with two-liner posts. Nakakatuwa. Sana magawan ng kanta ang kahit alin dun.

11. Ang aga ko sa office today kaya ko nagagawa to. LOL.

12. Namimiss ko na ang classrooms.

13. Ang dami ko pa ring pending tasks. Arghhh.. Procrastination, lubayan mo ako.

14. Crush ko na si Jobim ng Jam 88.3. Waaaa...

15. Pupunta ko ng beach, magdadala ng tent at iinom ng tequila at maglalasing. Walang makakapigil sakin. LOL

8:23 PM
25 September 2015

Goodbye Uncle Manoy

Uncle Manoy. 

Uncle as he is a brother of my father. 
Manoy because he is the oldest among the siblings. 

We grew up calling him Uncle Manoy. Having him around would mean a haircut for the four boys--my 2 kuyas and my 2 other kuya cousins. Then, ice cream for everyone. Weekends would mean coins-- he would give me a whole bunch of coins he had accumulated from the weekdays of "pasada" with his tricycle. Dinners would mean inihaw bangus is the "ulam of the day" #uotd. 

We know the sound of the engine throttle of his tricycle. Even from a bit far, we would all say "Andyan na si Uncle Manoy!" Then peek through the gate and see his vehicle approaching. 

He was a bachelor. Never got married and in my entire life, I've never known him to be involved to any lady or woman. I asked my tita and all she said was, Uncle Manoy used to love a teacher when he was younger. 

All his life, the only possession he has was his tricycle which he had to sell a few years ago before he moved to Masbate. It was hard to convince him to move in the province. But we know we had to. His Alzheimer's had started to worsenm and there will be days he would lose a shirt, the other pair of his footwear, or even where to go. We can't leave him wandering the metro and be lost for days. In the province, it felt safer. Everybody knows everyone and the streets too are less of a danger to roam around. 

I knew him as a very generous and loving uncle. He never accumulated personal properties and estates because when he was alive, if he had spare funds, he would share it with whoever needs it. I remember him visiting my family more often back then when Papa met misfortune abroad and can't send us money. It was one of those hardest periods of our lives. We were very young and all going to school and Mama was alone to take care of us. Uncle Manoy would arrive in the afternoons bringing with him two, big pieces of bangus for dinner. 

He would always encourage us to study hard and aim for honors. Honors would be rewarded with either an ice cream or cash. Then later on, our discussion evolved to finding the right relationship. Him, giving us advice to open up ourselves, get into a relationship and be with that someone to grow old with. That we should not follow his example anymore. 

I could write more. But that means unstoppable shedding of tears. And I can't seem to organize my thoughts. It just keeps flowing. Besides, he doesn't like to see crying kids. 

Even on his final days, he tried not to be a burden. He tried to act normal and waited for my other uncle to arrive.

Uncle Jose arrived early last Friday and saw him sleeping on his bed. They plan to bring him to the nearest clinic once he woke up. Later that day, when we was awake, Uncle Jose tried talking to him about it but he just open his eyes, he can't open his mouth anymore. He held Uncle Manoy's hand. He said he felt Uncle Manoy squeeze his hand and then felt him hold his last breath. 

Today, as they send him to his final resting place, I can't stop myself from crying. Even if I try to act normally and continue with my activities as Uncle Manoy would want me to do, I can't stop myself from crying. 

This year, I lost another good man in my life. 

He was an incredible and selfless uncle. He would have been a wonderful father and husband. 
Back in the days, we never really get to say goodbye to you because you leave very early in the morning. Even today, I never get to personally bid you goodbye. You might be somebody who rarely show attachment and affection, but I know you love us. All of us. 

Goodbye Uncle Manoy. I've been missing you eversince. 

Favorite Poems

I suddenly miss reading poems. These two are my favorite since High School. 

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

by Christopher Marlowe  (see below for Ralegh's reply)

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.
There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap pf flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Christopher Marlowe                                              

The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.


Heneral Luna

"There are bigger truths about the Filipino that can only depicted by combining the real and the imaginary."

I'm not sure how I would describe the movie further, but it had this combination of great stage theater feeling and the cinematic effect in every scene. 

You know how those theater actors and actresses deliver their lines on stage--live and powerful with so much feelings, combined with the heavy Tagalog lines-- it's just so intense as it touch the core of my being Filipino. Now, having to see their close up faces with the changes in their expressions, the twitching of their lips, the creases in their forehead as they deliver their lines-- it just made me feel how they felt. Plus the musical score, that slow orchestra-music playing in the background. The thuds of the drums and the hums of the strings. 

I'm not familiar with the names of the actors and actresses, just a few of them, but every one of them were very good in  their roles. These people should be the role models of every young Filipino. 

At the onset of the movie, the director made it very clear that it has historical basis yet it's still a creation of a fictitious mind. It aint mind-boggling, it's more of a reflective kind as it makes one question his actions as a Filipino. One can already see which scenes are work of a playful mind and which ones are the depiction of hidden truth. 

Like any other history, the Philippine history is full of conspiracy and hidden truths. The same truth that repeats itself over and over again but we never learn to accept or we never have the courage to stand up for. 

The burning flag. Literally getting burned from the bottom as the fire slowly eats it upward until its gone. Until the light is out. While this happens, Aguinaldo and Paterno swears into their graves that they have nothing to do with Luna's killing. That they love this nation more than ever. 

Luna was right, our enemies our not those people from the outside, but our very own people. He isn't lunatic as other would describe him. He was BOLD and BRAVE to stand for what he believes is right and just. 

I know I have to do something like he did. His actions aren't meant to be admired but to be emulated. 




If you sleep like a heron, with one leg raised, then chances are you have an unpredictable personality which is often drawn to all kinds of adventures, whilst your mood can change so fast it can be confusing for those around you. Very often, you find it difficult to be decisive and make a choice. On the whole in work and in life in general, you have a preference for stability, peace and quiet, and thoroughness.

I Still Cry

I still cry at nights. Admitting this to myself was something hard but I know I have to.

Im trying to find an answer to why I still cry.

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Used and Abused

I was not part of the crowd but I have no choice but to pass through that crowd so I could get to the entrance of the mall. I didn't understand what the announcer on the stage was saying. All I wanted to do was get past the myriad of people and then take a breath of freedom in a safe place. I was so focused on moving and making my way, going against the crowd. Suddenly, the people began shouting and waving their flags. I had no idea what was happening!

I just wanna get into that door.

Then, altogether, they screamed, "Lusob!!!!...!" "Lusob!!!!...."

Fear crept all over my body. I felt stunned. I can't seem to move but I have to.

If I will stay there and not move, it would look like.... 

A cast of crabs spotted a prey and then trying to pull down on the prey on all sides....

A prey trying to cross a river full of crocodiles....

A human being in the middle of a zombie attack....

But I know I had to move and get going if  I wanna stay alive. So, my two friends and I swarmed into the crowd towards the stairs up into the entrance of the mall.

I was heavily panting as I gasp for air when we entered the mall. A safe place.

I will never ever forget that day.

Rather than anger, I felt pity for those people. They wasted their energy, effort and resources on something that is totally unreasonable and unjustifiable. They were used and abused.