Share ko lang ang isang artikulo sa Inquirer kung saan tinalakay ang mga status na nakikita sa Friendster. Kung tutuusin, sumasang-ayon ako sa mga itinalang diskurso. Isang mainam na stalking tip din ito kung tutuusin.
Love in the time of Friendster
MANILA, Philippines–Married,” “Single,” “In a relationship” or “It’s Complicated?”
One of the telling signs that relationships nowadays have gone digital is through the little detail at the beginning of Friendster profiles. The one that indicates the status of the person you’re interested in.
Nothing is what it seems. Some people use these descriptions as weapons or as a means to hide from reality. Your analyzing and/or stalking skills should be put to work double-time if you’re ever going to understand what it all means.
The rule of thumb is when someone puts “Married” on his or her status, you don’t automatically believe it. You check if there are wedding photos or pictures of babies. Otherwise, it could mean a lot of things.
It could be that they’ve found the love of their lives and now consider themselves committed. Or they’re trying to scare someone off. Or they recently broke up with someone.
Some people change their status to “Married” when their relationship ends bitterly. I have no explanation for this phenomenon, except it must be therapeutic to see that the online version of themselves have moved on.
When someone says that they are “single,” there’s a big chance they’re telling the truth. Some are so real on Friendster that, as soon as they decide to break up with someone, they update their status even before informing their partners.
Being “In a Relationship” is as honest as being single. It’s just a matter of knowing with whom. If you’re stalking someone and you see this status, the quest ends here, unless you’re Avril Lavigne.
New area
Last but not least is the “It’s Complicated” status. This has added a whole new gray area to the dating game, and the phrase itself has gained endless speculations and theories.
Maybe they’re involved with someone committed, so this would make them single but no longer looking. Or maybe they’re in that stage of deciding whether to cross the line between friends and lovers, and are unsure of their own status. Sometimes it could be a transitional phase from being “In a Relationship” to “Single.”
There are people who opt for the “It’s Complicated” status because they don’t want to admit that they are single. They are the same people who think that being single is synonymous to being a loser.
They try to take care of their reputation among their peers. Perhaps, they think that projecting the image of being in a messy relationship is better than having no relationship at all.
Somehow, they just can’t bring themselves to admit that they’re scared. Scared to do things on their own and unsure whether they can find happiness without being with somebody else.
Some players also opt for this status because this will not confirm or disprove anything. It’s just too complicated to explain to their numerous potentials.
Of course, there are always exceptions. Maybe some people would just like to keep everybody else wondering.
Whatever the case may be, remember that these are just appearances and what’s important is that you always know where you stand in any relationship
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
There will be no apologies this time. Lagi-lagi na lang nahuhuli ang paskil ko rito dahil sa maraming bagay. At heto na ang bago nating tsikas para sa linggong ito (o buwan na ito).
Sabihin na nating hayskul crush ko itong ilalagay ko rito — lady-like at talagang gorgeous, despite of this di siya nahilig na i-flaunt ang kaniyang kagandahan, palaging low-profile lang. Kaya nga luwa-mata ko nang makita ang tuluyan niyang pagganda, yung gandang beauty queen material.
Kasalukuyang Cebu based ang ating binibini at nagtratrabaho sa bilang receptionist doon. Doon din siya nagtapos ng BS HRM, at sigurado akong masarap siyang magluto, yung tipong di mo makakalimutan yung mga putahe na handa niyang ihandog. Kung hindi nagluluto, nakikinig siya sa mga musikang RnB tulad ng ilang tipikal na mga babae; pero may soft heart siya sa mga ballads at love song kaya mainam na haranahin siya, wag lang ‘Matud Nila’ o ‘Usahay’.
At sabi niya sa kanyang ‘About Me’ - I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally. Sinong hindi mapapaibig sa kaniyang pagiging romantiko. Lumalambot tuloy ang puso ko.
Balak ko talagang magtampok ng ilang local beauties ng mga Masbate kaya sa mga susunod na post malamang may makikita kayong magagandang dilag mula sa probinsya namin. Mabuhay ang mga beautiful Masbatena!
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Ang ating nakaraang Friendster Babe ay nagmula way south, at ngayon, kaunting usog tayo paakyat, papunta sa Queen City of the South, The City of Danggit, and Dried Mangoes, ang Cebu, para sa ating Friendster Babe of the Week.
Naniniwala ako na ang nurse ay inilaan yan, hindi para sa mga doctor kundi para sa mga engineers (o sa mga madalas na suki ko rito, mga engineering students). Para saan pa ang acronym na N(ourishing) U(nderstanding) R(esponsible) S(weetheart) for E(ngineers) kung hindi ko man lang ito maipapakilala sa mga barakong inhenyero ng bayan. Kaya heto ang ating Chic Nursing Student:
Mahilig din siya sa mga 'hot' Mexican food, yung tipong mapapasigaw ka ng 'burittos, taquitos, andale, andale!' at dahil din sa hilig niya sa mga Italian food ay maaring mapasama ang mga 'pasta, carbonara, pizza, Mama mia!' sa pagkasalasalabat ng dila. At kapag feeling niya medyo lumaki ang kaniyang waist line dahil sa pagkain, may i walk my toy dog ang kaniyang drama o di kaya papalo ng shuttlecock. Kung feel niya ang get down and get lazy, mga tugtuging Techno, RnB, and love songs ang kaniyang pinapatugtog.
Heto ang kaniyang inilagay sa shoutout niya:
"How many times did I pray you'd find me…..How many wishes on a star…"
Sabi nga sa Wishmaster na series ng mga pelikula, 'Be careful what you wished for'.
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Humihingi ako ng paumanhin sa mga suki at madalas umaantabay ng sayt na ito. Medyo nagkaroon tayo ng aberya dahil halos kalahati sa mga iniistalk ko ang biglang nag-Restrict ng kani-kanilang profiles kaya nabanas ako at tinopak. Medyo OC ako, at kapag nasira ang plano, hayun aberya ang kalalabasan.
Enough na sa mga apologies, narito tayo para magtanghal ng mga Friendster Beauties. Hindi ko alam kung coincidence, pero ang pamilya ng ating Friendster Babe ay may-ari ng isang poultry farm from down south. At heto, ang ating Friendster Babe na self-proclaimed Farm Girl:
Pero huwag mong mamaliitin ang kaniyang self-proclamation dahil isa siyang certified Karate afficionado. Kaya yung mga loko-loko diyan, mag-ingat kayo. Iniisip ko rin na kung sumali siya sa mga beauty contest sa kanilang lungsod, marahil ang kaniyang talent sa talent portion ay kata in the tune of Eye of the Tiger. At mukhang tumpak ang hula ko dahil isa siyang big-fan ng Rocky series ni Sylvester Stallone, kasama ang ilang mga pelikulang tulad ng The Legend of the Falls, A Walk in the Clouds, Y Tu Mama Tabien, at The Devil Wears Prada.
Maliban sa pagiging farm girl ay mahilig din siya sa mga 80s stuffs, tipong mga retro. Yung hairstyle, fashion, disco, at ice cream. Dahil nga mahilig siya sa mga 80s, nakahiligan din niya ang mga New Wave na mga kanta kasama ang Bossa Nova ni Astrud Gilberto (sa Portoguese, ang New Wave ay Bossa Nova). At siguradong headbang na headbang to kapag makarinig ng mga Depeche Mode, Psychedelic Furs, The Cure, at New Order.
Isa sa paborito kong inumin ay rootbeer, may pagka-80s feel yung inumin na ito lalo na kapag A&W (na wala na ngayon sa Pinas) at Mugs ang iniinom. Isa sa paborito at pinagkakainteresan niya ay yung rootbeer, lalo na siguro kapag ginawa itong float. Yum-yum.
At tulad ng paborito niyang ice cream:
I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and
It's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you- I Melt With You by Modern English
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Gusto kong humihingi ng paumanhin sa mga umaantabay sa segment na ito lalo na kay stalkermo.
Isa sa mga ipinangako kong i-fefeature sa blog na ito ay mga local beauties ng Masbate, at siyempre ang ating Friendster Babe of the Week ay brain and beauty — isa sa ipinagmamalaki ng aming humble province.
Hindi na kaila sa akin noong hayskul na lalaking isang magandang binibini ang ating Friendster Babe. Sa chinky eyes pa lang niya at slim na body, sadyang marami na talaga ang humanga sa kanya. Hindi ko pa isinama ang pagiging consistent honor student niya. Noong grumadweyt siya sa hayskul namin, ang twice Most Effective Secondary Public School in Bicol Region, ay nasa pagitan lang siya ng valedictorian hanggang 2nd honorable mention. Ipagpaumanhin na ninyo, at sadyang mas matanda lang ako nang ilang taon kaya di ko na maalala kung pang-ilan siya. Ang pagiging consistent honor student niya ang nagdala sa kanya sa UP Diliman para sa kursong Economics, kung saan halos karamihan daw ng beauty and brains ay nagsasama-sama. Pero wag kayong maintimidate sa kanya dahil napaka-down-to-earth niya. Sa katunayan mahilig siya sa mga romantic novels tulad ng A Walk To Remember at Message in a Bottle. Para sa kanyang pag-unwind nakikinig siya sa buong album ni Enya na Paint the Sky with Stars. Di ba ang taray?
Pero alam ninyo kung ano mas mataray sa kanya? Isang malaking risk nga na inilagay ko siya rito. Maliban na medyo may kalapitan ang bahay nila sa amin, ang pamilya nila ay isa sa pinakamalaking business family sa amin at mukhang kilala ng mga kaanak niya ang nanay ko. At alam ninyo kung ano ang pinakamalaking risk? Kasalukuyan siyang nag-aaral ng Abogasya sa UP Diliman. Baka bigyan ako nito ng asunto nang wala sa oras. Pero ako ang Friendster Stalker, at walang makakapigil sa akin.
Balak ko talagang magtampok ng ilang local beauties ng mga Masbate kaya sa mga susunod na post malamang may makikita kayong magagandang dilag mula sa probinsya namin. Mabuhay ang mga beautiful Masbatena!
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Hindi pa nga ako napupunta sa seminaryo, at heto nakatagpo kaagad ako ng isang anghel. Ang ating Friendster Babe of the Week ay isang religious figure, maari siyang maging Virgin Mary at maari siyang maging isang Anghel sa ating panaginip.
Sabi sa akin ng isang kaibigan, karamihan daw talaga ng mga magaganda ay nauuwi sa pagiging God-fearing kaya naman maari silang tawaging isang 'basal' at 'banal'. Siyempre hindi nalalayo diyan ang ating Featured Babe, na sa hubog at ganda ay isa nang banal at basal. Maliban sa pagbabasa ng mga inspirational books tulad ng Chicken Soup for the Soul Series, at Purpose Driven Life, isa rin siyang tagapakinig ng mga worship songs tulad ng Hillsongs; ngunit may puwang din ang mga tulad ng Broadway at Classical sa kaniyang pandinig. Trip din niya ang ilang feel-good movies, at siyempre tulad ko, mahilig din siyang matulog. At tulad ni Saint Francis of Assisi, may soft-spot din sa kaniyang puso ang ating Friendster Babe sa environment at mga hayop. Kaya kong masabihan ka niya ng 'Hayop', isipin mo na lang sinasabi niya sa'yo'y 'I Love You'.
Kasalukuyan nga palang graduating student ang ating Friendster Babe (kaya may studio pic siya na nakaanghel) at nag-oOJT sa isang 'probinsya' kung saan nanggagaling ang pera — ang Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas. Bilang pagpupugay sa kanya, heto ang chorus ng awitin ng Stonefree:
Anghel sa lupa manatili ka
Hindi na hahayaang lumipad at iwan ako
Anghel sa lupa nahuhumaling na
Langit nadarama pag kapiling ka- Anghel sa Lupa, Stonefree
Bago ako ipatapon kasama ang kakambal ko sa isang reconnaisance missions sa seminaryo (ng isang linggo) at sa bundok (ng isa't-kalahating linggo), narito ako upang muling maghasik ng mga tips ng pangangaswang in cyber ways.
Kahit sino sa Friendster maaring gumawa ng account. Kaya minsan may tinatawag tayong mga collectors, sila yung nangongolekta ng mga account ng mga tsikas. Karamihan dito mga aswang na tulad natin (para sa mga pabalik-balik sa blog na ito, certified aswang na rin kayo). Para maging legal at walang bahid ng pagdududa, gumagawa sila ng account na may kaakibat na motifs. Mga motifs kung saan pinagsasama-sama nila ang mga fetishes nila sa mga babae. Ang tinutukoy ko rito ay ang pagbuo ng account na may mga pangalang 'Certified Hotties', o kaya 'Beauty and Brains', 'Cutie Faces', etc etc. Ang mga may-ari ng ganitong account ay tinatawag kong collectors.
Maliban sa hunters (katulad ko), meron din mga collectors. Kumbaga sa pangangaso, sila yung tipong nanghuhuli, kukunin ang ulo, at gagawing trophy. Kapag napadaan ang isang hunter sa collections niya bigla na lamang siyang mapapanganga, mamangha, maiingit. At dahil nga walang bahid ng pandududa sa kaniyang mga biktima, nagiging willing sila na maisama sa collections. Ikaw ba naman mailagay sa 'Beauty and Brains' na account kung saan nagsasama hindi lang ang magaganda pati na rin ang matatalino (beauty queen materials ika nga) hindi ba tataas din ngiti mo sa labi. Kumbaga, ginawa nang trophy ang biktima, honored pa yung biktima.
Isang rule para sa pangangaso, puntahan ang hunting grounds; at ang hunting grounds na ito ay ang mga collectors. Sila ang magtuturo kung saan at kung paano ka makakahuli. Kaya sa susunod na mangangaswang kayo, siguraduing gamitin ang Search engine ng Friendster, itayp ang pangalan ng account na tulad ng 'BeautyandBrains', 'Certified Hottie', 'LegallyGorgeous', 'Cutie Kolehiyalas', etc etc…
Happy hunting!
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Pinaalala sa atin ng mga lessons sa Phil History na noong panahon ng mga Kastila, mestizo ang mga tawag sa mga Filipinong may dugong Tsino at Kastila. At ipapaalala ko na ang ating Friendster Babe of the Week ay isang mestiza:
Ayon sa ating Friendster Babe, nagmula ang kanyang pagiging mestizo sa kanyang lola (father's side) na isang Spanish, at sa kanyang lolo (mother's side) na isang Chinese. Isa lang patunay na malakas talaga ang dugong banyaga para makabuo ng isang magandang angkan, tulad sa kaso ng ating Friendster Babe. Sa kasalukuyan, isang estudyante sa isa sa mga prestigious schools sa bansa, at kapag sinabi ko yun, halos lahat ng kanyang pinasukan, prestigious — isa na rito yung isang university na sumisigaw ng 'Animo'. Isa rin sa kanyang hilig ang pagtugtog ng piano. Sinong di maakit kapag makita mo yung mala-kandilang mga kamay na pumipilantik sa ebony at ivory. Nakakaengganyong manood habang umiinom ng beer ika nga. At isa sa mga interesante sa kanya ay ang hilig niya sa Trivia at ilang brainy games, tulad ng crossword puzzle at Suduko.
Ang sabi niya sa kanyang profile:
i HATE people who shout/s out my name in public for everybody to know
Sorry kung trip ninyo siya, sinabi na niyang huwag nakawin ang picture niya pero makapal ang mukha ko kaya kinuha ko yung profile pero hindi ko ibibigay yung pangalan niya. Paglapastangan na yan sa kanyang privacy, at siyempre papaano na ako poporma niyan. Sisimulan pa lang, bokya na.
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Ang i-fefeature kong Friendster Babe ay isang Film and Audio Visual Communication student, isang movie buff, at isang certified cutie:
Anong maganda sa isang certified movie buff? Siyempre puwede kayong magkuwentuhan tungkol sa kahit anong pelikulang napanood ninyo. Puwede rin kayong magdiskusyunan kung sino ba ang magaling sa dalawang Steven, si Sodenberg ba o si Spielberg? Pero kung ganito kakyut ang kadiskusyunan mo, ay mahabaging langit, lagi na lang ako mapapa-Oo sa sasabihin niya. Sa favorite movie niya binanggit niya ang ilang classics, yun bang benchmarked na batayan kung ano ba talaga dapat ang isang pelikula. Paborito niya ang Andalusian Dog (short film ni Salvador Dali at isang ka-collab, sa youtube puwede ata itong mapanood, basta creepy yung eye-razor scene), Bicycle Thief (benchmarked para sa Italian neo-realism), at The Cabinet of Dr Caligari (na isang German Expressionism, mukhang nanood siya ng pagpapalabas nito sa German Silent Film Fest). May ilan din siyang paboritong pelikula na paborito ko rin tulad ng City of God (Cidade de Deus), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, at Irreversible. Ibig bang sabihin nito compatible kami ng ating Babe of the Week?
Kung sakaling compatible kami, ihahandog ko sa kanya ang aking salin sa isang bahagi sa isa sa mga tula ng kaniyang paboritong makata, si Pablo Neruda (dahil ang ating Friendster Babe of the Week ay romantic to the bone, at kinikilig ako):
Soneto XI
(salin mula kay Pablo Neruda)
Tinatakam ako ng iyong bibig, ng iyong boses, ng iyong buhok.
Tahimik at gutom, ginalugad ko ang mga daan.
Hindi sapat ang tinapay, nambubulabog ang bukang-liwayway,
Buong araw, hinahanap ko ang iyong mga yapak.Ginugutom ako ng iyong halinghing,
Ang iyong kamay ay kulay ng mabangis na tag-ani,
Nagugutom sa iyong puting-batong kuko,
Nais kong kainin ang iyong balat na tila almond.Nais kong kainin ang silahis ng araw na nagpapapaliwanag
sa iyong katawan,
Ang soberanong ilong ng hambog mong mukha,
Nais kong kainin ang naglalayag na lilim ng iyong pilik-mata.At ako'y gutom na lilibot, sisinghutin ang takip-silim,
Hahanapin ka, para sa iyong mainit na puso,
tulad ng isang puma sa gulod ng Quitratue.- salin ni Friendster Stalker
Noong unang lumabas ang Friendster, ginamit nila ang tagline na 'Kevin Bacon in six-degree separation'. Gamit ang nasabing social networking website, hindi ka na nalalayo sa mga hinahangaang celebs. Kaya nga noong lumabas ang Friendster, maraming celebs ang gumawa ng kani-kanilang account to the point even the fans started creating an account for their favorite celebs. Ginamit din ito ng Starstruck (unang labas ng Starstruck, unang putok din ng Friendster) at ng mga kandidato sa nakaraang eleksyon (sikat nga ang mga account ng mga senatoriables tulad ni Antonio Trillanes, at Chiz Escudero).
At sa isang interview niya sa Philippine Daily Inquirer, inamin ng isang maganda't paunti-unti nang nalalaos na artista na si Snooky Serna na may Friendster account siya. Oo, you heard it right si Snooky Serna, yung gumanap na nanay ni Teng sa Captain Barbel at naging biglang Angel Aquino (natsugi raw si Snooky sa show dahil sa palagiang pagka-late sa mga tapings, pumangit tuloy ang Captain Barbel), siya nga yun. Hindi mo pa rin maalala? Siya yung dating child star (oo nga naman, malaki na siya ngayon, pero di niya naka-love team si Nino Muhlach o kahit si Dranreb) na naging isa sa mga Regal Babies ni Mother Lily. Oo, yung angelic yung mukha. Yung gumanap na kapatid nila Maricel Soriano at Dina Bonnevie sa pelikulang Underage. Yung unang ipinareha kay Gabby Concepcion. Di mo talaga maalala? Siya yung dating asawa ni Ricardo Cepeda na madalas kontrabida sa mga pelikulang maaksyon, na matapos magkahiwalay ay nakipagrelasyon sa mas batang lalaki na nasa Blue Jean Junkies, yung bokalista noon.
Kung naalala mo siya, at kung minsan kang humanga sa kanya sa Underage, o kahit kiniliti nito ang libog mo sa portrayal niya bilang isang nene sa pelikula ni Joey Gosengfiao na muntik nang magahasa ng kanyang tiyuhin, aba ang suwerte mo naman at ibibigay ko sa kanya ang account niya. Puwede mo siyang i-message at sabihing 'Snooky, kaya mo yan. Lahat nang pagsubok malalagpasan mo.' o di kaya 'Snooky, papanoorin ko yung indie film na ginagawa mo.' o di kaya 'Snooky, kung si Dina nakapag-pose sa FHM, susuportahan kita kung gagawin mo iyon.'.
Masyado na akong matabil, o heto ang account niya <Snooky's Friendster Account>. Nagtatago pala siya sa pangalang Incandescent Angel. Ang poetic ano? Angelic face na unti-unting napupundi.
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Ang ating Friendster of the Babe ngayong linggo ay isa sa mga local beauties sa aming probinsya:
Maliban sa taga sa amin ang ating Friendster Babe of the Week, isa rin siya sa mga naggagandahang dalagita noong panahon namin noong high school. Kaliwa't kanan ang pumoporma sa kanya dahil sa kanyang alindog at natatanging kagandahan. Yung amo ng kanyang mukha ang madalas ginagawang Birheng Maria kung may pagtatanghal para sa isang Christmas Party, isama mo na rin ang kanyang kaputian. Sabi nga, malalabanos ang kinis at puti. Sa kasalukuyan ang balita ko'y Single siya at nasa Kingdom of Saudi Arabia at nag-aalaga ng mga Arabong may sakit. Opo, isa siya sa mga libo-libong mamayan natin sa Gitnang Silangan. Kaya ang masasabi ko lang sa kanya, "******, ingat ka sa mga Arabo. Kung sakaling may magkatipo sa'yo sa mga royalties na lang."
Sa mga interesado sa kanya, hanapin na lang ninyo siya sa Friends List ko. Happy stalking!
Balak ko talagang magtampok ng ilang local beauties ng mga Masbate kaya sa mga susunod na post malamang may makikita kayong magagandang dilag mula sa probinsya namin. Dahil hindi lahat nang taga sa amin ay swarding.
Paalala lamang po, lahat nang makikita ninyo ritong profile ay sadyang nanggaling sa Friendster. Binura ko ang kanilang pangalan upang protektahan ang kanilang pagkakakilanlan.
Ang nasabing proyektong ito ay ginawa upang itaguyod ang kagandahan ng mga Filipina at para hindi sila ibenta. Kung ano man ang nag-udyok sa akin para gawin ito ay hindi libog kundi isang passion. Kung may mga kakilala kayong nais ninyo maging bahagi ng munting pitak (naks) na ito, maari po kayong mag-iwan ng comments.
Thank you so much!
Para sa unang pasabog ng Friendster Stalker narito ang una nating Friendster Babe of The Week:
At heto ang pinakagusto ko sa kanya:
OFFLIMITS TO: DOMs, pedophiles, maniacs, psychos, rapists, snipers, crime offenders, lazybums, negatives
- From her Who I Want To Met
So kasama na ba ako roon? This gives me a challenge.
Sa lahat nang makakabasa nang blog na ito. Dahil kung minsan nauubos na ang brain cell ko sa maghapong trabaho, di rin ako makagawa nang isang matinong blog entry na nasa English. Sabog na nga ako roon, lalo pang sumasabog. Sabi nga ni kakambal, wag na raw ipilit. But I'll make it to the point to converse both in English and Filipino.
At kung tutuusin maganda palang pag-usapan ang ganitong tema kung nasa sariling tongue.
Aswang ang tawag namin sa kaibigang mahilig mangaswang. Ito yung puwedeng i-coin sa mahilig manulot, sumimpleng diskarte, at mag-stalk. Aswang din ang puwedeng itawag sa akin. Parang isang badge na puwede mong ipagmalaki pero sa kaso ng kaibigan namin, ikinahihiya niya. He became the butt of the joke.
Itago na lang natin ang pangalan ng kaibigan ko bilang Chant. Sa pagkakaalam ko siya ang pinakaunang nagkaroon ng account sa amin sa Friendster. He already had 100 friends while we were struggling for our 30th friend. Ang sabi niyang sikreto, 'add ka lang nang add'. We noticed that almost 75% of his friends were girls, at hindi lang basta babae lang, anak ni Aphrodite sila. Karamihan sa kanila mga Friendster Legends na. Dahil nga, All-Filipina-Girls ang naging laman ng kanyang account, nagkatuwaan kaming bansagan siyang Cyber Aswang.
The name we gave to him sounds futuristic. Kung magagawan lang nang isang matinong English fiction ng kakambal ko ang konspetong ito malamang malakomiks ang gagawin noon. Hindi manananggal kasi nga mawawala yung essence ng pagiging cyberpunk na gusto niyang palutangin. Lalaking aswang na balot nang adamantium skins with cerebral circuits to control na rage (o libog). Anyway before anything else, naging tampok na ang tawag na yan sa kanya. Kakabit nang pagiging aswang niya di niya magawang magbigay ng isang message para magpakilala. Hanggang sa pag-aadd lang ang nagawa. Ganito ang aswang, di makalapit sa biktima niya.
Because he's the number one Cyber Aswang in our clique, he taught me how to fully utilize my inante ability of stalking. Inilapit niya ako sa groto ng pag-iistalk gamit ang Friendster. Pero dahil stalking lang talaga ang habol ko (ibig sabihin titingin lang sa mga jack-off materials) hindi ako nag-iiwan nang kahit anong bakas (nakakainis yung anti-stalking feature ng Friendster). May isang bagay siyang itinuro na essential, ang paggamit ng Search.
Paano mo muling nahanap ang klasmeyt mo noong kindergarten? Alam mong ang nickname niya ay Totoy at kakaunti lang ang may apelyido niya kaya nang tinayp mo ito para hanapin, nagulat ka nang si Totoy ay naging Tetay. Seriously, ganun naman talaga ang una nating ginagawa kung may hinahanap tayong kakilala at gusto nating muling magkaroon ng koneksyon. Pero ang tanong gaano mo kasaulado ang Search feature ng Friendster? Ganito ba ang ginagawa mo?
Kung trip mong maghanap nang mga babaeng with the same interest na katulad mo, hinahanap mo ito gamit ang Search Feature. Inilalagay mo roon ang edad, ang sekswalidad, ang lokasyon. Halimbawa, kapag naghahanap ka ng mga babaeng mahilig tulad mong magbuyangyang ng katawan, inilalagay mo ang Keyword na Interests, at itatayp mo ay Modelling. Siyempre wala ka nang pakialam kung anong edad. At dapat mong alalahaning dapat Philippines ang location niya para sa madaling pag-access. Halimbawa na lang nang ginawa ko rito:
Di ba ang lupit? Pupuwede mo pang matrim ang iba pang selection diyan. Kung gusto mo sa He/She is Interested For ilagay mo lang ay Dating Men at sa Status dapat ay Single. May makikita ka ngayon na posibleng maging ka-flame. Siguraduhin lamang na Single ka rin at interesado kang makipag-date sa babae.
Ang pangit nga lang sa Friendster hindi ka puwedeng mag-filter. Paano kung ang gusto mo ay yung mahilig sa modelling, nagbabasa ng Albert Camus, nakikinig ng Sigur Ros, nanood ng Pulp Fiction at sinusubaybayan ang Encantadia. Siyempre kailangan mong halungkatin pa yung ibang naririyan. Time consuming. Isa sa mga dapat isaalang-alang ng isang Cyber Aswang ay dapat mabilis mong mahanap ang biktima, este target mo. Kung walang filter matinding tiyagaan nga ang gagawin mo.
In the end, kailangan mo ring mag-dummy account para hindi ka mahuli, o di kaya i-turn-off mo yung Friendster Anti-Stalking Feature na bad trip din dahil inaasahan mong may mag-iistalk din sa'yo kahit papaano. Paano ba yan? Happy stalking na lang.
In between works, I received an email na puwedeng pagkakitaan. I'm already in my early 20s and not eligible to join the contest (sayang). Any interested barkadas can join this contest, just check the information below:
All teen barkadas are invited to join the Make-Your-Own BarkadaZine
Contest! Have fun with your barkada as you put together your thoughts,
latest gimmicks, favorite books, and hangouts in a zine.o Contest is open to all Filipino citizens.
o Authors should be between 12-18 years old.
o There should be at least 2 authors for each zine entered.
o Zine may be written in English or Filipino.
o No restrictions will be imposed on the topics.
o Zine may be submitted in electronic or print format.
o Entry should be submitted in 4 copies together with the bio data of
the authors with
recent photos.
o Deadline for submission is on September 30, 2007 at 5:00 pm.
o All entries should be sent to Filipinas Heritage Library, Makati
Avenue, Ayala Triangle,
Makati City.
o Winner/s will be announced in October 2007.
o Winning entry will get Php10,000 in cash and will be published by
Fudge Magazine.This contest is part of the reading campaign Teens Read, Too! and is a joint
project of Adarna House, Filipinas Heritage Library, Fudge Magazine,
Powerbooks, Junior Bright, Enchanted Kingdom, Havaianas, and the National
Book Development Board.For more inquiries, call FHL at 892-1801 or e-mail
cayton.gm@ayalafoun dation.org.
My other half and I believe that poetry is an essential tool in stalking. It always a good poem gets the best chick. Since he's a better poet compare to me (won a major literary award and selected as a fellow in a national workshop is a good acomplishments for him, kaya ang yabang ng amputa) I will post one of his poem. This is written in Filipino and I translated in into English. He desperately needs a wider audience because no one gives a damn about his work besides from his girlfriend, and friends (Enrique Villasis Mutual Admiration Society). Buti pa nga raw yung iba nagkakaroon ng audience. (Give his blog a visit, marami pang tula roon)
The central image of this poem is rain — the undying metaphor for love, regret, and loneliness. He used rain after he heard 'Ulan' by Cueshe. He believed that if the songwriters of Cueshe have a poetic talent they can write a better lyrics for the song. Ang yabang talaga.
Here's his poem. Husgahan na yan:
Kapag iniisip ko ang pag-ibig, naiisip kita.
Enrique Villasis
Halimbawa, kapag umaambon. Ang malamyong
Pagpatak sa bubunga’y nakakalikha ng ritmo
Ng pagtigil, ng paghinga, ng katahimikan.
Sa pagitan, naalala kita tulad ng isang tula,
Na minsan namahay ang pag-ibig
Sa pagitan ng mga bantas, sa pagitan ng mga tugma,
At mga putol-putol na linya.
Namamahay din ang lungkot sa kawalan ng letra.
Sa patuloy na pagpatak ng tubig,
Nanalangin akong maging ulan ang ambon.
Unti-unti nitong kakainin ang pagitan,
Ang pira-piraso mong alaala.
And here's my translation:
When I think about love, I think about you.
For example, a drizzle, the sound on the rooftop
It creates. The pauses on every drop.
Between the silences, I long for you
Like the poem where love once resided
Between symbols, rhymes, and line-cuts.
Loneliness resides in the absence of letters.
As the water continue to drop
I prayed for change – drizzle into rain.
In the sequence, the pieces of your memory
Will fade.translated by Stalker
And I think, I bastardized his poem. Inconsistent yung pagkakasalin, he will say to me. Sa'yo ang tula na yan di sa akin, this will be a sign of his asar. At okey nga yun.
aside from being a Friendster stalker, I'm also a trying hard writer. the story below is one of my early attempt to write an English speculative fiction blending modern fantasy and a local folklore. an editor friend already gave her thought about the story plus some changes, but I'm too lazy to edit and furnish this story.
The Legend of Tawad
Stalker Villasis
1.
Cold monsoon wind caressed his brown skin. The follicles on his skin swayed, and he found it comforting. It was his companion during the three nights of searching for the Spirit of Asid. His eyes were swollen with fatigue, battered by dusts and salinity of the gulf.
The oil that Egso Roberto gave proved to be effective. The oil was applied to his eyes before he left giving him the endurance his eyes need to resist closing it for four days.
2.
The name of the boat was Amansinaya. Its slender body reminded him of the mermaid that dwell in the nearby sea of Tigbao that was fable of having a ten feet long slender tail, seduces the men of Magsalangi, and on the cave near Hinlotungan they mate with the enthralled man to produce awa, the mother of the bangus. With no katig it swims gracefully over the tide like a mermaid, and never fails to seduce other fishermen. The villagers coined Amansinaya as Kataw san Tawad.
3.
What left for him was a piece of stale bread. For three days of searching, his rations of beef tapa, nilagang saba, tuyo, and a loft of bread were consumed. The beef tapa was the favorite of the hungry waves. It was the custom of their village to throw foods to the wave to ease its anger when it yells and lambastes their boats.
On that second night of his journey, the wave shouted at him.
“Ako an Balud
tag-iya san lawod,
ihatag mo sa akon
an imo pagkaon”.
The raucous voice echoed along the nearby mountains, brought lightning and summoned rains. The tides, some of those three meters in height moved back and fro with a force to sway the boat. Amansinaya danced on the angry rhythm of the gulf tossing its body from one wave to another like the fiesta dance where he and Olivia met.
Among the ladies who joined the fiesta dance, she’s the only one stood out. Her face resembled the full moon that brightens the Asid Gulf after a heavy typhoon – round and calm. God gifted her with the lusciousness of coal colored hair, where no fingers may trap on its strand as fingers run from tip to tip. She had a fair skin; smooth and delicate unlike to the daughters of the Asid who after eating too much fish almost develops scales and frequent bathing on the gulf give them the color of the molave tree. And when she moves, only an engkanta can match her alluring sway.
She walked toward him, hair danced with the wind (or the wind swayed in unison with her hair), and smile like the shape of Amansinaya on a clear and silent gulf, her lips curved in a slender shape and dimples appeared on both cheeks. Now you are here. Tomorrow I’ll be gone, can we danced until the goddess come.
They danced before he answered the question of her eyes. Their feet swayed to the beats of the sound system. His hand slid on her arms, memorizing its skin, and calculating it’s every angle. Their eyes met and whispered endlessly on a vernacular known to them as the brain silenced and the heart talked.
And on his mind they danced again.
Before he got drown by the angry waves, he threw his beef tapa along with the memory of Olivia.
4
Itay, I want to learn to swim, I want to be in the gulf and play along with my friends.
The gulf is too dangerous for you, Amansinaya. The gulf hosts the demons the elders speak; they steal children and mutilate their bodies, a nice meal for their hungry stomachs.
How about the sea?
Sharks dwell in the sea and only the bravest fisherman has the guts to travel alone in the sea, because sharks can destroy a boat by a single bite. Can you imagine what will happen to a girl snapped by the jaws of this creature?
But Reynaldo, he’s only…
You will never touch the gulf, play in the sea or bathe in the river, promise me Amansinaya.
Her eyes turned blue.
Winds silenced the gulf. The waves stopped moving, hushed words of despair and reflected the serene sky – no billowing clouds, and no flying birds.
5.
They said he was tricked by Magkal, the spirit of Asid. They laughed at his naivety – he was the best boat maker, the handsomest of all the man of their village yet he was fooled by Magkal a spirit considered to be as dumb as their own gulf.
6.
Egso Roberto told him that Magkal wanted a child from the son of his enemy, the most loved and admired son of his enemy. And this child will turn to her father and then to his enemy.
7.
Olivia returned to him. She walked toward to his hut that witnessed their desires, passions and moans. She carried a baby wailing like a siren, eerie and haunting that calls for sailors to their untimely death. The dogs were too afraid to bark, retreated to their posts on folded tails and the only thing they can do is howl. And that evening, the village was covered with howls and it stretched toward the gulf where the spirit secretly smiled.
8.
“Kun ako sa langit lumapadon
Kandila an akon pagkaon”
She sung this song over the window while children of her age played and bathed on the gulf. This song was her companion like a cricket with his chirps during lonely nights. Her clear, crystalline small voice occupied their hut made this sad and morbid song a sweet one for an innocent child.
But her father hated this song. He first listened to it when he was nine years old, where his grandfather was about to die. The manangs of the village came to their house sang this song while their grandfather was too weak to join them. And when he sang it inside his room, his father beat him for singing a dirge. That was the first and last time his father beat him because the following day he disappeared along with the other fishermen over the Asid Gulf and he vowed never to sing this song again - a song that invites death.
He only understood Amansinaya, her loneliness.
9.
Before he left the village, he found the mermaid’s heart along the side of the gulf. It was hollow but heavy. When he picked it up it was still beating with the rhythm of life. He washed it to the current of the gulf till it stopped. The spirit of the mermaid returned to the water as the body of a man return to earth.
It was only Egso Roberto who confirmed that it was a mermaid’s heart indeed. He told him that he can prepare special oil out from this heart that can make one’s eye unseal for four nights. Nights because once you apply this oil to your eyes, the world will turn as you perceive it into night.
Knowing the heart’s name was part of the ritual in creating the oil. Egso Roberto placed a piece of the mermaid’s heart inside a conch, and then left it along the shore of Asid overnight. He guarded the preparation knowing that its pungent scent would attract dogs and curious villagers.
In the morning, after he shooed five dogs and talked with three curious and drunken villagers, Egso Roberto placed his left ear to the conch opening. He heard the rumbling of syllables just like a cacophony of winds trapped inside. Slowly, he closed his eyes and listened – mermaids sang a melody of a forlorn name.
10.
Olivia, that’s the name of your mother Amansinaya. And she’s special and so as you.
If only mind has its own tongue.
She’s part of the water, part of the Asid. When she returned to the gulf, she became the gulf. If you will follow her, then you will become part of the gulf and be with her.
If words of caution are lullaby, you will never forget it.
11.
The first time Amansinaya drew, she used a charcoal and drew an image of a pot bellied crocodile whose limbs were too small to be noticed on the complimentary calendar of the mayor of the town. She was only two at that time and the only toys she had were chunks of wood for dolls and charcoal for pencils.
“Itay, lolo,” pointing her small dirty hand to the image she drew like an artist presenting his masterpiece; her eyes glistened with pride, a premonition of reality.
After he saw the image, laughter burst from her father. He thought that his daughter regarded the mayor as her grandfather, and tried to copy the picture but her unskilled artistic talent betrayed him. He laughed at lies shadowed as a joke.
12.
That was her daughter’s fifth birthday. Amansinaya, the child with the name of a pagan goddess had her first birthday celebration as she thought. Men from their village came to their hut and drink tuba. The women came to prepare the feast. Tiya Aling cooked her special dinuguan with unripe papayas, Tiya Niit brought her kakanin of biko and suman latik, and Tiya Inda cooked the celebration’s favorite paksiw na halo (monitor lizard on vinegar). The children came along with their parents and during the whole day they celebrate, aside from Amansinaya who was locked inside her room.
The party was not for Amansinaya, but for the new boat his father made. It was the tradition of the village to throw party to a boat to give good lucks. At night, the boat will sail for the first time to determine its capacity to bring luck to the owner and also to determine its fate (they believe that when a boat capsizes on its maiden voyage the boat must be destroy because it will only bring bad luck to the whole village). On a clear weather at that time it was assumed that the boat will have a good maiden sail.
While they celebrate outside, the wind talked to Amansinaya telling her stories of mermaids, crocodiles, and dragon. The five year old child was amazed by those stories that when the wind told her that the dragon that lived under the Asid was eager to meet her; the face of innocence was painted with the palette of curiosity. Follow the boat, it will take you there – the wind whispered in her mind, and the maiden voyage of her father’s boat was about to start.
The windows opened and the wind carried her toward the boat like a cat carries its own kitten. Then the wind hid her inside the casserole that’s on the boat along with other tributes to the Spirit of the Asid.
The villagers cheered loudly for the coming of age ritual of the boat. Their chants were reminiscence of a virginal offering to the sun god of Aztecs, wild and passionate. As the boat touched the water for the very first time, the feelings became complex; a myriad explosion of triumphs and uncertainties. They held their breath as the boat paddled its way; it didn’t shake even tremble far from an infant learning its first step. Eyes opened in bewilderment as it crawled over the waves on its perfect balance. Only a word left on their lips, a word meant for a question – survival.
13.
It was Egso Roberto who argued to name the boat Amansinaya not Kalipayon. He believed that Magkal will do everything to acquire his daughter and naming the boat just like his daughter will fool Magkal. The whole village laughed how foolish Egso Roberto thinks. They told him that if the boat will be sacrifice a hundred years of bad luck will come to their village. Its better to sacrifice a child’s life rather than the whole village’s fate, besides no one cares for Amansinaya it was only Egso Roberto.
He left with a cold shoulder believing from that very moment, the village decided for its own fate. A cold wind blew on his face as he left and it told him of what happened to Amansinaya.
Nagtuna na.
14.
He returned in daze, his face were the expression of an empty canvas – pale and weak. The villagers asked what happened; he pointed the boat and called his daughter’s name.
15.
On the first night of his search, he saw a silhouette of a crocodile. Cunning as it was, it silently swam like a snake slithers in the grass, and tales from fishermen who saw it says that in a blink of an eye it attacks. It attacks using its strong jaw, destroying the boat first then attack the hapless fisherman using its scaly tail. It sings if it senses fear while taking its prey underwater, and laughs if it senses its prey readiness to die. Most of the fishermen who disappeared in the gulf are said to be the victim of this crocodiles this includes his father.
A pair of red eyes emerged from the water. It sensed anger; it sensed retribution and it sense redemption. For the first time of its life, the crocodile shed tears and told him of Magkal, the father of Bunalak, the grandfather of Amansinaya, the Great Spirit of Asid.
16.
Magkal was the brother of Baconaua, the dragon. Unlike Baconaua who ate the sun every time she felt hungry, Magkal lived peacefully under the sea. Out of boredom he decided to create crocodiles, his first children.
17.
The crocodile bid farewell to him when the waves turned violent. Amansinaya rocked and moved in no directions. It swayed toward the coast, but he tried to steer the boat. Muscles from chopping woods were sufficient to control his boat away from danger.
“Kun ako sa langit lumapadon
Kandila an akon pagkaon”
It’s the same voice of her daughter he heard while he shivered.
18.
The wind is a trickster, an annoying trickster. He laughs at you when you cower in fear, he weeps with you if you remember someone, and he reads your mind toward his advantage. He’s mean. He’s a conniver. A good liar. Piece of advice don’t listen to him when you’re in the basin of the gulf.
Egso Roberto used to tell everyone who wanted to go to the basin, the Baba san Lawod.
19.
Rowing the boat required a great amount of energy that he almost consumed all his rations. Upon finishing his meal, he heard the silent lullaby. It was the sound underwater. The guidance of the male seahorse to its young, the father jellyfish which swam with his children, the bolinao playing hide and seek in the playful seaweeds with his offspring. The sound of being a father is what he heard.
For the first time on that first night of his search, he dreamed with eyes wide open, he dreamed Amansinaya.
20.
She danced over the gulf, calling out his name. Her sweet and innocent voice turned to be melancholic voice, a voice of longing, a voice desperately seeking for love. She was not little Amansinaya anymore but Amansinaya as a woman, grew in the presence of the wind and water that kissed him during the exploration. Water avoided her silver silk gown as she danced on the rhythm of the waves. The grace of her mother was bestowed on her, as she skipped with the flying fishes and danced on top of the scaly plates of saurian. The ebon-colored skin swayed and kissed the midnight wind. She grew up to be a beautiful lady. The feature of her face resembled like Olivia’s. It was beautiful as the radiance of moon in the company of the stars and calm as the midnight sky over Asid Gulf.
Itay, lolo took care of me. He’s been waiting for you… he’s been…
Her lithe hands moves in unison with the wind drawing in closer and closer to her heart, and she smiled. Her lips curved like Amansinaya. It was not a sweet smile rather a lonely one.
Take the wind Itay, it will bring you to lolo. She never opened her mouth.
He was about to receive the wind when he woke up. He cried for his daughter and he cried of guilt – he didn’t trust her daughter, more he begun to love her.
Sorry.
21.
They say that life is like traveling amongst the waves.
Love is written in the sand.
Winds whisper lies.
The second night is bulleted with riddles from the stars and the moon. On his village those are the words of the elders but he heard it always with Egso Roberto when he stress on something, may it be net knitting or playing hantak.
He was lost in the gulf, and the stars and the moon buzzed enigmatically. Amansinaya came to his mind, beautiful as her mother.
22.
The third night was about to end when the waves begun to ramble. How can a piece of bread calm its hunger? Bahala na, then a wave twenty feet tall with a ferocity of a hungry crocodile smashed on his boat.
The boat being stress and weak from battling the wind and the waves from the past few nights gave it up.
23.
Mermaids sang unknown dirges, for him songs from the gulf were dirges. Underwater, he closed his eyes.
24.
He felt the waves move under his body. He felt the roughness of this surface. Being safe and alive came to his mind, the familiar coolness on the surface reminded him of their house.
Before his father vanished, they were the richest family on that village. His father was able to build a house that has a cleanest kitchen. It was big enough to be his room. Best of all, it was the only kitchen that used tiles. He slept at the sink during those hot afternoons.
Maayo kay nagmata ka na,
The surface where he lay moved like the waves that made him to fall and stumble, until he realized he found himself in the body of a colossal creature. It moved away to the water, giving him enough space to defend himself if ever it will happen.
25.
It spoke in a hissing loud voice. A stream of water trembled on coldness as the giant snake speaks. Its tone is a mixture of coldness of its scales and boldness of its venom.
When it hissed, it was the wind that crosses Asid that brings deceit. The warmth of the gulf is due to his breath – a fiery one.
Afraid as he stood, he hid it to this creature. But how can he hide it every time that this serpent looked at him. An eye as big as a bilao and red as the flame, it looked right through his soul searching his deeds and emotions and slowly eating whatever it saw leaving only fear. A reflection of himself was slowly burning in the eyes of the snake. His whole persona was consumed by the snake until he noticed the limbs.
“Kun ako sa langit lumapadon
Kandila an akon pagkaon”
26.
He heard a legend of the serpent that crept from the cave of Mandaon to eat the sun - Baconao they called it. The people of that town noticed the earth trembled and saw the giant snake moved out, and they prayed. Lightning stroke the serpent as an answer for the faith of the people and turned the menace into stone. Today, the stoned snake welcomes spelunkers of the former lair of the Baconao, the devourer of sun.
He remembered his lola, a devout Catholic, one of the Marian devotee and uttered every verses of pasiyam and pasyon in Latin. She taught him once.
Pater noster, qui…es in caelo, sanci…ti…ficetur lomen tum. Adv… eniat reg…num tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sic…ut in ca… elis et in t…er…ra. Panem nostrum quo… tid…ia…num da no…vis bo…die, et dimitte no…bis debita…
27.
An akon guinahangyo
pagkamoot sa puso.
Amansinaya sang beautifully. Her eyes turned to blue, and the colossal serpent slithered towards her. Its long and slender forked tongue caressed her body. The tongue wrapped her body as its simplest way of comforting.
Kag kun magkadto sa hilayo
adi lang ako
nagapalangga sa imo.
Instead to hate the old dirge he was moved to tears. Her daughter only wish was to be loved. She knew that she was different - that her eyes turned to blue when she’s sad, that she can talk with the winds, a part of the Asid gulf and the granddaughter of Magkal, the dragon who lived under the Asid gulf, the creator of crocodiles and mermaid. All she wished is her father learns to love her. It was ten years ago that she became the gulf, ten years of waiting for her father to noticed her the same way he talked about the gulf every time he drinks tuba with their neighbor Egso Roberto. Ten years her father cursed the gulf. He never sailed or touched its water, she never felt his embrace. She never felt that she was loved by her father.
He drew the balaraw Egso Roberto gave to him. The dagger was five inches long, crude and rusted; its simplicity hid its purpose and story. Egso Roberto told him that it was found in Baconao’s stoned body after it was stroke by the lighting. The balaraw glowed like a firefly that lost on the rain, it shone brighter as he screamed and ran toward Magkal.
Now I hate him.
28.
Her name is Kaglibot and she told him the tale behind the ‘hatred’ of Magkal.
It was Magkal who called them the Spirit of Asid. The wind that moves in Asid is from Magkal’s own breath. The wind has its own life, its own mind. If the village feared the wind, they also feared Magkal. It was also Magkal that created waves, the way it moves is how the water dances and if he shouted the water trembles in fear producing bigger waves. It was the custom of the village to pay tribute to the Spirit to protect them not for bad luck but from the curse the villagers almost forgot.
Magkal created crocodiles to protect his lair, Baba san Lawod against the villagers. Afraid to die, the crocodiles he bred were cunning and attacked only those who ventured near his lair. Unknown to him, the crocodiles were voracious eaters. They never satisfy on what they eat. One of those crocodiles, Magnayon told the others that he wanted to eat the sun that he begun to move away from the lair until he reached the village of Tawad. The people were shocked in the presence of a saurian. One of the villager who had courage to face even a demon speared Magnayon, and before he died he cursed the village.
“My father, Magkal brother of Baconao will avenge the death of his son. The village’s favorite son will sire the destruction of this village.”
That event brought shocked to the whole village, a crocodile twenty feet long cursed that village. As the time passed, every one in the village forget the curse, it was only Egso Roberto who can remember it.
When Magkal learned the death of Magnayon, he created Bugnayon. She was created from the water and the wind gave her life.
Bugnayon was the fulfillment of Magnayon’s curse. She walked toward the village and found the favorite son of Tawad, a young and handsome boat maker. She lived with him and conceived a daughter, a union of water and flesh – the fulfillment of Magnayon’s curse.
It didn’t last long, Bugnayon returned to her father and Magkal punished her for eloping with a human, even conceiving a daughter. The Spirit turned her into a mermaid, but before she was turned into, Magkal ordered her to return to the village and gave her daughter to her father. A flesh must stay with flesh.
No one heard about Bugnayon, because of this Magkal missed its daughter, and summoned Amansinayana, its granddaughter.
29.
The balaraw found itself in between the scales of the dragon. Its limbs started to cripple. It shouted in agony as the weapon dug deeper and deeper cutting its flesh. It breath fire, it plunged its head toward the stream but it never attacked its attacker. Its whole body started to numb, slowly it felt that his flesh turned into stone. From the wound it spread like ripples over the gulf. Its red eyes that consumed his soul looked at Amansinaya with compassion and love before he finally closed and turned into stone.
30.
The gulf moved violently. Waves moved in different direction, and with a split of time, it ran towards the village of Tawad like bulls on the rush.
Panginoon, sa imo mga kamot guinahatag ko an akon kaluluwa. And Egso Roberto smiled one last time.
31.
She hated her father. She hated him.
She ran toward the colossal statue of Magkal, even in death she felt the compassion and love of her grandfather.
32.
He was shocked. He wanted to hug his daughter but hatred drove her daughter away from him. He wanted to kill himself just to redeem what he was done. He was there just to save her daughter and to be with her again, but now it was lost, it was lost forever to him.
33.
She drew the balaraw from Magkal’s body. She wanted to kill her father but a surge of ether was consumed by her body. Her slender bones started to expand, the bones on her limbs shortened. Her flesh bulged constricting her breath dropping her on the ground. Her lungs begun to boil, she felt fire razed on her veins. The skin changed its color from light to dark, from smooth to rough eventually turning into scales. The once ebon-colored hair started to fall. And she grew.
When she stood up, she was on her limbs. And when she spoke fires came out from her mouth.
What I have done?
I hate you, I hate you! And she hissed.
34.
He woke up on the shore of Tawad. He saw ambulances rushing over, rescue workers running back and fro. The whole village was changed. Tiya Aling’s hut was blown into pieces. Tiya Inda’s body was carried along with Tiyo Mayong her husband. And he was shocked when he saw Egso Roberto’s body carried by two rescue workers. His face smiled as it passed by in front of him as he shivered.
The curse was fulfilled.
35.
The wind never sung again in the shore of Tawad.
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Stalking Friendster chicks since 1985. Geek. Pen and Paper Gamer. Poet. Punk. Poseur. Hard drinker. A virgin.
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gusto ko rin magcontribute syemper yung maganda diba. uhm, Importante ba yung gender or kailangan babae talaga?
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oh wow. update naman diyan sir. pwede bang magcontribute dito?
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