Ludic Reader’s Corner: December

Much apologies for an extremely late post. I turned off both my phone and the wifi connection all Christmas break, and when January kicked in, I was flooded with work, extra curricular activities, and more grad school stuff.

So here’s what I finished last December – a very bloody and criminal set, if I may describe them – from robbery to mob wars to drug wars to civil wars.

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Blogging “The Godfather”

The first book I finished this month is Mario Puzo’s “The Godfather”. I have seen the first movie, but as every bibliophile know, there’s nothing like reading the book.

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My dog-eared copy of Mario Puzo’s opus. Took this pic while waiting for my pasta in a restaurant., but I forgot the cannoli.

As I type this, the much publicized President Duterte’s “War on Drugs” is going on in the Philippines, and the crackdown on the druglords has intensified ever since The Punisher has risen to power (More on druglords later, I guess, coz the third book on my reading list this month is Mark Bowden’s “Killing Pablo”). He even has a diagram of the hierarchy of drug personalities involved. How is this connected to “The Godfather”? Two words – ORGANIZED CRIME. Perhaps another set just as apt, that got the story rolling- NARCOTICS.

This is what has once more challenged the peaceful and organized rule of Don Vito Corleone. An upcoming underboss named Virgil Sollozo has offered the Don financial rewards in exchange for protection in his new drug business. The Don politely declined, saying “… if I were a part of it, could damage my other interests.He also quoted his friends from high places. “They would not be so friendly if my business were narcotics instead of gambling. They think gambling is something like liquor, a harmless vice, and they think narcotics is dirty business. No, don’t protest. I’m telling you their thoughts, not mine. How a man makes his living is not my concern.”And we all know what happens next: he makes an attempt at the Don’s life; murders Luca Brasi and other buttons. Michael Corleone retaliates and a full scale war known as the Five Families War of 1946 ensues (and we learn Sicilian idioms like “go to the mattresses”and “sleep on the bottom of the ocean”). Soon, Don Vito’s era as the boss ends, and Michael takes over the family business, and does his best to make the family legal.

Here are my favorite bits from the book:

On family. “A man who doesn’t spend time with his family, can never be a real man.”

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Constanzia Corleone’s wedding. Photocredits to The Godfather Wikia.

On goodness. “He helped them all, Not only that, he helped them with goodwill, with encouraging words to take the bitter sting out of the charity he gave them.” But let me just note that Vito is also a businessman, and he knows himself. “[ all that he does] of course was not pure Christian charity. Not his best friends would have called Don Corleone a saint from heaven. There was some self-interest in this generosity.”

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This cat wandered in the set and Brando just picked him up and made him a part of the scene. Photocredits to entertainment.time.com

On power and responsibility. Michael, the next Don, said the following words in an exchange with his future wife Kay Adams: “My father is a businessman  trying to provide for his wife and children and those friends he might need someday in time of trouble. He doesn’t accept the rules of society we live in because those rules would’ve condemned him to a life not suitable to a man like himself, a man of extraordinary force and character… But his ultimate aim is to enter that society with a certain power..”

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The Godfather’s inner circle: the consigliere, the caporegimes, and sons. Photocredits to holloywoodreporter.com

Everything is personal. Yep. Damn straight. Stop saying it’s only business, not personal (Walang personalan, trabaho lang. Heeeeeeeey is this the literal translation of the famous quote??) Michael said the following when they were planning to execute Sollozo: “Tom, don’t let anybody kid you. It’s all personal, every bit of business. Every piece of shit a man has to eat everyday of his life is personal. They call it business, OK. But it’s personal as hell. You know where I learned that from? The Don.My old Man. The Godfather. If a bolt of lightning hit a friend of his the old man would take it personal. He took my going into the Marines personal. That’s what makes him great. The Great Don. He takes everything personal. Like God. He knows every feather that falls from the tail of the sparrow or however the hell it goes. Right? And you know something? Accidents don’t happen to people who take accidents as a personal insult.” (Phew, that was loooooong!)

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Passing on the torch.

Hoping to get ahold of Puzo’s The Sicillian!

Meanwhile, time for me to go watch the rest of the trilogy! 😀

Straight from the Introverts’ Kitchen: the baking of “Cupcakes” Part 1

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The Introverts of Iloilo. (From L-R) Quezzy, Loi, and Roxy.

Viola, Ophelia, and Portia. A few years ago, we were together in a play called “Cafe Shakespeare”and those were our characters’names. Quezzy played the Irish coffee-drunk in love Viola; Loi was as the espresso-guzzling teary-eyed Ophelia; and me, Latte girl Portia.

A few more years down the road, and Quezzy is now an English teacher/quality analyst, Loi is making a name for herself with Homebakes, and I a gradschool student and university instructor, who had just arrived home from two years of Cambodian adventures. We decided to catch up over coffee, song playlists, and love life (or the lack thereof).

One marvelous Saturday, however, I came over Little Theater’s office to find both actors’and writers’workshops in progress. Turns out, Loi has been formulating a recipe for a play about different kinds of love and lovers based on cupcake flavors: blueberries and cream, red velvet, and caramel bliss.

Under Sir Eric’s (USALT) guidance, and over the course of many discussions, the play’s thesis revolves around “home” – the one place or person you always return to. Lifted from Loi’s fresh home-baked products with flavors and smells you’re bound to look for (confession: I adore the Cinanamon Caramel Roll. My goodness! I rarely eat bread, but that’s one bread I have difficulty resisting). Also, it is a homage to Iloilo City, our home and the setting of the play.

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Now introducing, the cupcakes. *cue in Applause

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Blueberries and Cream Cupcakes

Blueberries and Cream Cupcake – Mildly sweet, fruit-based so shelf-life is short thus has to be consumed right away. The type of love or lover: one that’s good for you, the kind that you’ve been waiting for, like the old pair of slippers that you come home to after a long tiring day strutting in high heels. But it has to be now, or never..

Or you wait for a long time for something like it to come along.  😦

Quezzy was tasked to write for Blueberries and Cream, something that she was more than willing (or inspired) to do. The exciting back story is entirely another tale for another post. Only, it’s not my tale to tell, or to post, unfortunately. But if you’re curious, poke around QZ’s blog and you might find a clue.

Eventually the female character was christened Hope Tan, so named because presumably she embodies everyone’s hope for real love. I refused any other surname, and requested (hoped) for Hope to be chinay (pronounced tSi-naI). Since I’m going to play the character, I want it to be a homage to my Chinese roots.

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Red Velvet Cupcakes

Red Velvet Cupcakes – A red chocolate cake. Looks good, too sweet. A “red”chocolate cake? Hmm. More on that in a while. We have a word in the Philippines, umay, meaning “tired of something after having been exposed for too long”. But with the red velvet cake, you don’t have to be exposed too long. Its off-the-charts sweetness will overwhelm your tastebuds until you can’t take anymore.The kind of love? Something that isn’t what it seems. The kind of lover? Overwhelmingly good. Or bad. Someone who’s just a bit too much.

I was tasked to write the script for Red Velvet Girl. Honestly, I don’t date so I don’t have that much experience to draw from. Luckily, I have friends who do. HAHAHA!

While conceptualizing the Red Velvet Girl, only one person was on my mind. Clue 1: She looks super good. Nice dress, red lips, rosy cheeks. As for the red velvet cake, yup, coz man, look at that cake. You ain’t hooman if you ain’t tempted to sink your teeth into that deliciously red goodness.

Clue 2: Is she really what she seems? Country girl, geek, hopeless romantic – or – a manipulative, backstabbing, man-eater?  “A ‘red’chocolate cake?”, you ask. “But.. that’s not natural for a chocolate.” My point exactly.

Clue 3: Supermodel Squad goals? Intrigues? Charitable works? Dates? Hits? Demands for companies to change their rules because she didn’t like it? OVERWHELMING. Just like the men that our Red Velvet Girl dates.

Eventually Red Velvet Girl was christened Arvee. Because. Why not?

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Caramel Bliss Cupcakes

Caramel Bliss Cupcake – caramel based-cake, topped with white frosting glazed over with caramel sauce and crowned with salted caramel chewies. You might think this is a sugar-filled treat, but the base itself isn’t too sweet, and the frosting is only enhanced by the sauce. And the salt? Compliments the caramel in a way that puto and dinuguan compliment each other. Or, coffee and tv (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?? BLUR FANS? ANYONE?). Or Oreo’s and milk. Or you and me (char).

This cupcake shows us what love really is: a choice, and hardwork. This cupcake is relatively more difficult to make compared to the other two. Yet here it is.

And all the effort put into making this kind of cupcake shows us how much effort we need to put in for love to succeed: a lot.

Perhaps that is why, we made Loi into a character to represent this cupcake, she’s the best living example of love and effort. She chose to go into the cake business, and we know how much effort she puts into it, and she is succeeding. It is also for her (our collective) love of theater that this particular project is underway. I know it will be wonderful. So far, it already is.

I’m glad she took me in this journey.

(photocreds to Homebakes!!!!!)

Ludic Reader’s Corner: November

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Since I just added The Ludic Reader’s Corner, lemme add past pics of books read.

October:

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September:

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August:

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Blown Away by B’s

It was a wonderful Friday, like all Fridays are. With my big, red scuba bag I headed to SM City Iloilo to meet up with a very good friend, Gretchen, who was at the mall shopping for dog treats. Gretchen is a lifestyle blogger in Iloilo City, we went to the same college and have been friends ever since. Aside from her blog and work in Ateneo grad school, she’s busy raising up an enormous 10-month old Belgian Malinois named Zeus.

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Weeks ago, she received an invitation to stay in B Lifestyle Complex, a new  hotel in Iloilo City, and she asked me to tag along with her. Yay!

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facade of B Lifestyle Complex
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…and I was christened Roxana. I think it’s sexy. Sigh. When typos bring delight.

We stayed in the Bukidnon room. Apparently, every part of this hotel has a label that starts with a b. Compared to other hotels, the rooms here are relatively smaller. But I thought the space was used efficiently, not a corner wasted: a bedroom, living room complete with flatscreen television and a speedy wifi connection, a small counter with sink beside a fridge, bathroom, and a patio reserved for pets.

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We took pictures before we ruffled everything, haha!

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Every corner utilized. Installed cabinets, and those white squares under the bed? They’re drawers. Pull them out, and you can put your luggage inside.
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Gretchen enjoying the living room couch
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The door to the patio.

That’s the aspect where B Lifestyle Complex stamps out all its competitors: it’s pet friendly. Finally, animal lovers like me can stay in hotel without leaving our furry friends somewhere else.

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Your pets are safe in the patio! The owner told us a story of how a client asked if he can bring his python with him.
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BBBBBeautiful day!

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So the sleepover commences. At one point, we started looking for food. The thing about introverts is that we rarely attend sleepovers, and as such, none of us had thought of to bring junk food and drinkies. We had food alright, for dogs. She bought dog treats for Zeus, while I… well, one of my daily responsibilities include bringing home food scraps from the school cafeteria to feed the dog and cat strays close to my house.We burned through a myriad of topics the whole evening, and topped everything with The Phantom of the Opera, before calling it a day.

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The excitement of the staycation apparently has not abated yet, as we started early the following day. We dressed up and agreed to have a breakfast then a mini photoshoot all over the hotel.

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The Barn. One can’t help but love the rustic farm ambiance.
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Details are spot on.
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Barn girl in a vintage dress, tweed jacket, and dusty Chuck Taylor’s; waiting for her food.

The food didn’t disappoint. It was instagram worthy, and insanely delicious.

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oh boy, oh boy, oh boy 😀

After a while…

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It’s just… too much for one stomach.

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We had such a great time! Oh, and we greatly commend the staff. They were awesome during our stay.:D

B Lifestyle Complex is located in Diversion Road, Cuartero, Jaro, Iloilo City

Photo Challenge: Magic

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Magic happens nowhere else in the world but here – on a stage.

Within the limits of its space an entire parallel universe emerges. Writers see their words come to life. Directors conjure a vision from their mind. Performers get to live someone else’s life. Actors feed on each others’ energy, and the audience willingly suspend their reality and are purged of their own emotional toxins as a result.

The most magical of the whole theatre experience is not the  sum of individuals’ contributions that brings the thaumaturgy before a live audience; it’s the change that inevitably happens in one’s soul once the magic is felt.

Adulting and Dressing like a Grown Up

I used to be clad in plain shirt, a pair of jeans, and sneakers/flip flops. I never cared for how I looked or bothered about the clothes that I wear. The long and short of it is, I matured. While in Cambodia, I vowed to wear dresses everyday, which looked like they were forced me ‘coz I insisted on wearing sneakers and Doc Martens with them. Now that I’m back in my hometown (juggling grad school while teaching in a uni, social life, me time, and family responsibilities), I decided to wear high heels. Though from time to time, i still swap them with sneakers and DM’s. Will be updating soon!

  1. Pink H&M dress, blue Gap denim jacket, Mario D’boro nude pumps
  2. Forever21 sheath dress, Nike Airmax 90 in triple black
  3. Powder blue vintage dress, tweed military jacket, Mario D’boro nude pumps
  4. Powder blue vintage dress, Penshoppe military jacket, brown Hush Puppies pumps
  5. Powder blue vintage dress, tweed military jacket, white Chuck Taylor’s
  6. H&M Military shift dress, classic black 1460 Dr. Martens, red bonnet, red Superdry Jpn scuba bag

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Note of a Bookworm

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I resolved to read one book per week sometime around four years ago. I don’t know exactly why. But I guess the decision was inspired when I heard Oprah confess that her dad strictly imposed the one book per week rule . Not that I aspire to be like Oprah (though money and power doesn’t sound bad at all. Wait, hold that thought.Why ever not?), but the rule must be good, having turned out the way she did.

But I was only able to act on the resolution this year. I also read a lot in the past years but now I strictly monitor the titles that I have read, and force myself to pick up a book, focus and stay on track. My undergraduate thesis is also about recreational reading, so I learned a lot about the art of reading. I can finish a maximum of three books in a week, but only when I’m not neck-deep in chores and pressure.

Those who can read at least a book per week are called ludic readers (Nell, 1998). They also go by a variety of terms: recreational readers, voluntary readers, extensive readers, informal readers, independent readers, avid readers, aesthetic readers, etc. A ludic reader has to read at read at least 52 books a year; lest, the reader falls into another category: seldom reader (<5 book/yr), moderate reader (6-20 books/yr), constant reader (20-51 books/yr).

BTW, here’s a favorite picture of mine. Painted by Karl Spitzweg, Der Beucherwurm”(The Bookworm).

Anyway, much has been studied and written about the benefits of reading so am not gonna add them here. I guess, I’m writing about the experience because I have surpassed the quota this year (yey!).  The titles I have previously enjoyed were a mixed bunch, there are classics, YA, romance. Most of them are on ebooks, some were borrowed, or stolen. Kidding! HAHAHA! Am currently on my 53rd book, it’s  Arturo Perez-Reverte’s The Painter of Battles.

I heard Stephen King’s wife can read more than 16 novels per week, so she advises her husband on what works (yay). That means she can consume at least 832 books per year (double yay!). Well, wish me luck, hope to get to u hundred by 31st December!

How about you? what book are you on now?

Eyeshot Love Affair/ Love You With My Eye

(Poem appeared in The Paulinian – Official Publication of St. Paul University-Iloilo)

Eyeshot Love Affair/Love You With My Eye

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Girl:

I looked at you not with my eyes that day,

but a soul and a heart that bloomed like May,

as you sat in a corner unaware,

I’ve drank your image in a stolen stare.

Noting all the hues, your movements, your face;

spinning all my thoughts in a wondrous haze.

Then wildly I marvel what you’re about,

my lovely vision, day in and day out.

Perhaps you saw and remember me too,

or minded the way that I looked at you.

Dreaming that someday there’d be you and me,

when stars find a way for our fates to be.

Know that I love you each time I pass by,

though I have loved you only with my eye.

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Boy:

I was quiet in a corner that day,

For in you walked with the sunshine of May.

I remember how nonchalant you were,

But my heart did hope when I saw you stare.

In your eyes I saw an hon’rable king,

Not my despis’d and ignoble being.

Yet you are a dream where I cannot dwell,

Your light is heaven, my billet is hell.

So here’s the wind to carry my kisses,

softer than my lips and my caresses.

Here’s the zephyr, too, to put you to sleep,

with dreams about us, and love songs to keep.

Whisper I love you each time you pass by,

but I can only love you with my eye.

 

 

(have you noticed that these are sonnets? 14 lines, 10 syllables each line. Shakespeare’s rhyming scheme is ABAB CDCD, mine went AABB CCDD. I love classic poetries because of their structure. )  🙂

QUIET DESPERATION

(This short story appeared in The Paulinian Magazine, official publication of St. Paul University-Iloilo)

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Lito climbed on the bus at 8:30pm just as he had every night for the past year. He squirmed his way in the crowd for a spot, careful not to drop his plastic bag, and leaned on the steel bar. His last meal was eight hours ago and he felt a twinge of hunger as the freshly cooked Pancit he bought from a nearby eatery emitted a palatable smell. Depleted with energy, his body ached from a long day of classes and running errands for a law office. And as he settled in quite nicely, the bus roared noisily amidst the road, flanked by a stretch of sugarcane plantation, now brown and bare from harvest, in time for the milling season.

The next municipality where he resides is again another stretch of sugarcane plantation, where his family has served as sakadas for three generations. Three generations, he thought; a century and a score of tilling and harvesting the land that they do not own.  Looking around the huddled masses that gently collide at each start, turn and stop of the bus he thought of the other families as well, just like his own, laboring on the land they don’t posses.  His thoughts brought him as far as twenty years before, when sakadas young as him fought for a piece of that land. Sure, they have served their landed masters for over a hundred years but their families have been living on that domain long before the hacienderos arrived, the rebels reasoned.  He remembered their shrill battle cry at night, when they met in an obscure section of the plantation carefully planning their actions; he recalled the protests as they picketed outside the olden country mansion, only to be driven away violently by hired goons; he thought of how the families mourned and grieved when one of these rebels disappeared, some turned up dead in an irrigation nearby, some never found.

Stepping out of the bus, he felt the stony earth beneath his dusty shoes.  The wind chilled the sweat on his skin, and its howls seemed like distant cries of a ground that demanded tears and blood. The twigs of the trees dancing in the eerie song of the air jutted forward like fingers of the lost souls, imploring for salvation.

He quickened his pace, and soon he reached the yard of a dimly lighted shanty, awashed with many voices from inside.

“Mano po, Nay.”

“Kaawaan ka ng Diyos, anak.”

“I bought Pancit for everyone, here, help yourselves” He motioned for guests to partake of the food, as he poured the contents of the plastic into a clean tupperware.

“It’s your father’s second pa-siyam, yet it feels like he’s just out there with his drinking buddies,” his mother began.

Lito looked at her. Asyang’s eyes were sad with wanting. She had been beautiful in her youth, petite and kayumanggi. Lito remembered how her eyes lightened when she laughed, but now grief had sunk her eyes, and the lines on her face seemed more prominent. The rattan chair creaked lightly with every utterance.

“He died waiting for your brother.”

The sala fell quiet.  His mother stared blankly across the wall, eyes watering from the memory.

“Your manong fought for what originally belonged to us, and he never came back!” Asyang wailed loudly, overcame by emotions and knowledge of what may have befell on her eldest son.

A desaperacido, Lito thought. He remembered it clearly. He was five then, his manong was among the young men who picketed and protested against the landowners. One night, he left to meet up with his comrades, carrying his bolo and a revolver bulged in his wrinkled polo. Asyang tried to dissuade him, saying that he should think about his family who constantly worries over him. Her words fell on deaf ears, and the newfound principles proved more powerful than a mother’s love.  This is for our family, he curtly explained. Then he ran off into the night without looking back… and hasn’t returned since.

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Some of the guests tried to calm Asyang; one embraced her, another fanned an abaniko.

“This is the government’s fault!” Old Tasyo exclaimed. Tasyo was unschooled but is an avid listener of radio commentary programs, thus considered knowledgeable by his neighbors.

“How so, ‘lo Tasyo?”

“The president back then promised a land reform. Her husband gave up acres of his land for distribution, but she refused to give up her own family’s estate!” Old Tasyo shook his head in disgust. “Scholars said the reform was vital for the country’s progress. It was supposed to make all of us, hacienderos and sakadas, socially equal, among the other benefits.”

“How about the landowners in our region, ‘lo Tasyo?”

“They are also the very people who were elected as law-makers, unfortunately. One particular politician from three municipalities away, likened the distribution of her land to having her clothes mercilessly torn from her body.”

“She feels robbed when we have nothing but the very clothes on our back!” retorted another elderly lady.

“This failure on land distribution pushed many of our young men to join the ranks of the rebels. That included your manong.”

Lito looked at Old Tasyo. “You remember him ‘lo?”

“Of course, I do. He studied in a university in the city. Very intelligent indeed, although he had to stop schooling because of poverty. He constantly spoke of tilling his own land, so that your tatay and nanay may enjoy their old age. A very passionate young man. But it’s the same youthful passion that led him to an accursed fate!” The howls now seemed louder and the trees outside swayed violently. A branch abruptly hit the pitched bamboo and shut the window close, causing the guests to squeal with fright.

“Sounds like a heavy rain is about to fall.”

“We have to get going.”

“Asyang, Lito, thank you for the supper.”

“Will you be fine, Asyang?”

“Yes, thank you Nita.”

“We shall be back on the last pa-siyam.”

“Yes, please do, I shall prepare Valenciana next time, and of course, Lito will bring Pancit.”

Little by little the hut emptied of welcomed guests, their voices slowly disappearing in the length of the path.

“You’re still young. Learn from your manong, Lito. Remember, passion without wisdom is poison-“ Lito nods in agreement with old Tasyo.

“But wisdom without passion to act- just like all the educated and those in power who do nothing to change this nation’s ill- is worthless.”

Lito took Old Tasyo’s words to heart. He went on to clean the mess, and got ready for the night’s slumber.

As he lay awoke on his bed, he thought of his beloved manong, his kind old father, and the grieving mother he has to take care of. The night passed unruffled, its serenity masking the quiet desperation within. But winds howled like cries of unforgotten errant warriors whose blood tainted the placid grounds of the sugarcane plantation. He stared at the ceiling and in the most unholy hours, his mind wandered and wondered whether all these would change- the government, their poverty-  just as he, his brother, his father, and his forefathers before him did in the years past.

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