Uncle Bart (Bombo Radyo mediaman): can’t believe he’s now gone.

Monday, a typical day for me. Waking up as late as 8am, going to school at 10, having my bio class before lunch, and CMS 100 during the afternoon. Monday, common day. People come and go.

 

Monday.

 

I've heard about the massacre just as Monday evening. Sam told me about it when we chatted on facebook but because of the very slow internet connection, I was about to go offline. No further online conversation.

 

I feel the pain, the grief, the sorrow of Uncle's Bart's wife. Bart Maravilla, was one of those who were massacred and just accidentally saw his name from an article in the PDI's website. Until now, I'm still shocked. I cannot easily recover from that heartbreaking news. He was my dad's close friend (when he still works in Bombo Radyo Koronadal as an assistant station manager), and among his officemates in Bombo, he's the one who immediately appears in my mind when Bombo topics are discussed.

 

Uncle Bart Maravilla is an ordinary guy, a very hardworking husband and a father to his daughters. He loves his job as a field reporter and always delivers news ahead of the time. All he ever wanted was to deliver the news effectively to his hometown and earn a family living. I know. He's such a nice person that his family became our family friend.

 

Together with tito Henry (Henry Araneta), they were massacred and just as yesterday, they bodies were found together with those who were brutally killed inside a buried vehicle. Moslems are so merciless.

 

I know it's not good to judge other people. And it's really not safe to post this blog entry since I'm aware that moslems are powerful. They can do whatever they want.

 

They kill each other just for the sake of gold and power. I pity them. Why? Because God prepares them for the day of slaughter.

 

My condolences to the families of our media heroes and civilians. As a UP student, taking up Communication and Media Studies, it is my privilege to speak out from this mere blog entry and encourage everyone to pray for justice.

 

This is more than a heartache. This is more than bagyong ondoy, ramil and anything else. They were intentionally killed. This must not be neglected.

 

Who knows that someday, after we receive our diploma mula sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas and become a media practitioner, the government and moslem people who are drunk of riches and power may kill us. As a born again Christian, I believe that I can attain eternal life in heaven. But how about those who don't know Christ yet?

 

People becoming so violent that it makes me think of this:

 

SANA MAGKATOTOO NA YUNG MGA MANGYAYARI SA December 21, 2012. GUSTO KO NANG MAKITA ANG PANGINOON. GUSTO KO NA SIYANG MAKASAMA. AND DUMI DUMI DUMI DUMI NA NG MUNDO. DAHIL LANG TOH SA KAYAMANAN AT KAPANGYARIHAN NA GUSTONG MAKUHA NG TAO.

 

You, do you still care for your soul? For them?

Hoy mga taga UP: how much do you care?

I just got irritated right after our CMS 100 class lately. We were talking about the massacre. I was reading a newsletter in the AS building when I was on my way to the dorm. Now I know how it did really happen.

 

I shared with them the news concerning about uncle bart and other mediamen who were killed. They had goosebumps.

 

Guada: ynnah, malapit lang di ba kayu sa Maguindanao?

Ako: 6 hours away pa ata from our city.

Guada: nge, pero ang ibang mediamen na galing sa koronadal namatay.. SABI MO PEACEFUL ANG PLACE NIYO….

 

Peaceful naman talaga ang koronadal because the people there are 80% Christians. Dahil ba sa word sa COTABATO that's why nabibilang kami sa mga ganon kabayolenteng lugar? Not so funny.

 

Ako: and exit namin, entrance na yun ng kanilang violence……

Guada: ahhh.. akala ko ba peaceful…

Kim: peaceful?! Peaceful nga! Peaceful kaya tingnan mo siya ngayon, peaceful!!! Wahahahahahahahaha!

Guada: Oy kim! Minsan talaga yang humor mo, wala na sa tamang lugar.

 

It was an ouch.

 

She is always she. Below the belt na yung sinabi niya.

 

Feeling ko tuloy, my batchmates are degrading me because of the fact that I come from Mindanao (from Koronadal City, south cotabato, the land of bounty) na kasing level lang ng province of Laguna sa Luzon. Mas maunlad pa nga kami compared to some of the municipaties in Luzon and Visayas, particularly in Oton! (where she lives).

 

This is all because of stereotyping. Kapag nasa UP ka, at taga Mindanao ka, agad nilang tanong, Moslem ka ba? I just answer, no. Born again Christian.

 

I remember this scenario while we were eating our lunch in the College Union Building last sem:

 

Ako: (was eating pork afritada)

Guada: oy, di ba may baboy yan? Okay lang ba sayo?

Ako: hindi naman ako moslem ah.

Guada: oops sorry. Akala ko kasi….

 

Okay. I know it's too much. I know I overreact again. But the lesson here is, instead of looking at me as I am, why shouldn't we work for good when everything else fails?

It's not between the rich and the poor. It's between stereotyping and my credibility as a UP student.

 

Unfortunately, some of the UP students are very inactive when it comes to this issue. Seems like they don't care about these things. Most of them pa are those who belong the science and math-related courses. We are all involved in this violence, and we must do something about it. Others were just busy solving equations and doing things that are really irrelevant for the welfare of the society.

 

Ynnah: kawawa naman yung mga namatay noh?

ChE student: oo nga eh..

Ynnah: alam mo na yung nangyari sa kanila?

ChE: hindi pa.. wait lang hah solve muna ko…

 

Ang gusto ko lang iparating ay, makibahagi naman tayo sa mga ganito ka seryosong bagay. Kung ang new moon magazine nila bella, Edward at Jacob ay pinagtutuunang pansin, why not the issue ng bayan? Akala ko ba, iskolar tayo PARA sa bayan.

 

At! Wag naman sana gawing joke ang issue, kim.

 

 

BK Disaster

Mejo masama ata ang tingin sakin ni Egbert kanina sa CDH. Tsk. Dahil ba sa hindi ako umattend ng BKlympics kahapon?

Hindi na talaga maganda toh. Skimmer ako. At bahagi ako ng kanilang panlilibak sa araw araw. Not so good.

Mejo nagiging conscious na tuloy ako sa tingin ng iba kong dorm mates sakin. Feeling ko ang sama sama ko, as in to the highest level. Hindi naman sa ayaw ko makipag socilialize… hindi lang talaga ko interesado sa mga gusto nila. Ewan ko ba. I hate this feeling pa naman. Tsk.

People talaga are so matary ever. They can easily make you embarrassed and give your day a badtrip! Kainis. Haaay. Much better if wala munang name ang lalabas sa blog entry na toh, for safety reasons. Di natin alam, marami pala ang nagsusurf ng net at baka mahuli pa nila ang ganito kalaking eskandalo all over www.. geesh.

They say that it's fun having BK as your freshman dorm. Yeah. Can't argue more. But the reasons why I become so lethargic in participating in some dorm activities are that:

 

People are very choosy. Choosy when it comes to their friends, to their interest and of course, pati na rin sa lovelife? Haay.

Some of them are good actors and actresses. In short, plastic. Need I say more?

They group their selves according to the interests of their acad org and any member.

They backstab you.

They might use you only for some personal interests.

 

Those are just mere reasons why I don't feel being acquainted to them.

Sana naman hayaan na lang ang taong ayaw talaga makipagbond sa kanila. Okay. May sarili na kaming mundo. It's none of their business. Ang mahalaga, nagbabayad kami in due time. Bayad. Basta pera na ang usapan, no big deal yan sa kanila.

How I wish na sana, meron ding sariling dorm and skimmers.. para naman, wala ng chismis, hoax or anything else.

At sana, kung galit man yung mga maimpluwenshang tao jan, kimkimin niyo na lang yun. Ayaw naman naming ng gulo.

Sobrang dami kasi natin eh!!!

Ayan tuloy. Problema. Tsk.

Good luck senyong lahat.

Dorm mate B

Tata. Haay. Annoying madalas.

Sobrang nakakabadtrip talaga minsan tong taong toh. Very insensitive.

Ang ingay. She's so banal. More talk, less sense. That's she.

Self-denial queen din toh eh. Playing safe to the max. can't admit her mistakes pa. she's not cool.

Kakairita lang talaga ang kanyang boses na naging rason upang batikusin ng GD and aming room. Hindi mo siya medaling nasasabihan eh. As in talaga.

Tas kapag sila na lang dalawa ng laptop niya ang magkaharap, uber ingay pa na kunwari eh mag isa lang siya sa kwarto at walang roommates. Ayos lang sana if ganun na nga. But the fact is, pagod kame, at kelangan naming ng pahinga.. as in bonggang bonggang pahinga.

Di bale. Konting tiis na lang. kaya ko toh. Konting months na lang. hmmp.

hurt

Everybody cannot easily define it through words. Some cannot feel it anymore because of extreme pain, anger and frustration. How I wish I could be one of them. Numb.

 

I wanna be numb. I want to have my ears closed against criticisms, unpleasant talks.. I'm tired of being a scapegoat.

pasalamat ka't mabait ako

here i am again. having extreme moodswings. kanina, okay na okay ako. ngayun, nag iba na naman ang ihip ng hangin. sobra na kong napaparanoid. kainis.

hindi pa naman umaatake. paatake pa lang. kaso, ayun. hindi pa rin kuntento ang aking pag iisip sa mga posibleng mangyari.

if u'r gonna ask me kung bakit, hindi ko rin alam. maybe, mashado lang talaga akong mabait.

how can i say so?

mashado akong mabait dahil kapag nasasaktan na eh smile pa rin.

mashado akong mabait dahil kapag iniinsulto na'y nag aact pa rin na kunwari'y walang nangyari.

mashado akong mabait dahil kayang kaya kong magpigil ng luha.

mashado rin akong mabait dahil kahit hindi ko pinapakitang badtrip ako.

mshado akong mabait dahil kahit wala ka na sa lugar, nagmumukha akong walang pakialam.

mashado akong mabait dahil ....

to be continued..