#5 Blog Task

"That Great, Mysterious Play"

             "A great play of mysterious subjects...something that we, as Filipinos, may be proud of." - this is how I would describe Steven Patrick Fernandez's "MingMing: A Play of Hide and Seek". It was my first time to witness an informative but mystifying play, and I got very interested to find the real thing behind of it. 

             

               As I entered the room, I've seen that the play started just after I closed the door. Immediately, I find a seat near to the stage where the two creatures of "life after death" were noticeably laughing. They seems to bother me in a way that they keep on laughing and extending different body movements. My mind where filled with questions, asking what was really happening to the plot. Finally, they walked through the stage and released the covering cloth where a dead women body was lying on. And the real story goes on.

source: http://www.msuiit.edu.ph/ipag/mingming/syn.html

              I found out later, with an open forum held just after the play , the whole story and what it really talks about. The production is a sensitive dramatic play of powerful political Muslim families in the south. The story revolves on MingMing's identity, her family roots, and their dominant traditions and religious beliefs and clashes. Three generations were presented in the drama, with their controversies to survive and cope up conflicts of religious fanaticism, tradition, and a modern  living issues.

           

              At first, tonongs, the spirits who lift the shroud of death of MingMing, witness the affair and struggles of human life and madness. They are mischievous creatures, carefree and playful which in the end, uncover the hidden secrets and crises of  the said generations. They were laughing with no particular reason, at everything or at nothing. 

             

  

              At the stage, three figures, one male and two females, were sitting on a table, not doing a motion, and their blank faces lost of emotions and feelings. They were MingMing's relatives. The younger woman named R is MingMing's liberated mother, having two failed marriages.In addition, MingMing is the product of a love developed between her mother's affair with an Economics professor in a university at Manila. It brought R to kept her pregnancy to hide the shame of  the family honor. On the other hand, the tradition-reared woman named I is MingMing's grandmother. She was subjected to a family decision in marrying a man he doesn't know at all in orded to end a bloody rido ( family feud) which is happened to be the elder brother of the bearded man named P. He is a  leader of in troop and adopts in strictly following family as well as religious views. However, their names may be read as R, I, P, respectively. 

             

            Covered with a romantic plot, the message of the play extend to Moro history, politics, religion, and woman-related issues. The story gives a non-formal structure and manner. The images, sounds, and other symbolic actions used were a some kind of piece of a puzzle of resolutions. The language were unique; dialogues do not meet. There is no coherence in terms of conversation. The characters do not even talk  to each other and lines overlap and crisscrossed without unification. Time reference also adds confusions to the audience because the characters of the whole play were separated in different time but grouped to a same stage. 

               

            Whatever what the play conveys, there is always a suspense whenever I want to get back on the play. It begins in the end and left queries that only viewers will satisfy answers.There is a sense of mysteriousness in each characters and the message they try to impart. For me, it gives more questions than answers. In the end, it is  a great, unforgettable play and indeed one of a kind!

Froi Edrian V. Bebit

# 626

#4 Blog Task (Narration)

"Her With Him"

               Best friends can be your best enemy. But do you know that your best enemy can be your best friend , too? There is no exemption  when friendship rules. You don't care what or who she was. Well, the story that you will going to read is an experience of two enemies which became best-friend in the end .An experience that will not only depict  a friendship sort of story but also a romantic, childish love narrative.   Two people who don't get along with each other until such time that they became the closest of them all.

                 HER - a girl who hows the real her; a girl who values friendship; a girl who has sense of humor. A girl who was there when you feel down and alone, helps you in bad times, always giving advices. But honestly, during our elemantary years although six years I spent with her, we never get along with each other. We argue a lot. I really don't like her attitudes. She talks frankly not thinking the feeling of others. She's a kind of braggart also. Most of my classmates can't also get what she really is. We graduated in elementary, but still, we didn't have the chance to know each other and be a close friend.

            

               When I entered the secondary level of school, I didn't expect that we will be in the same school. During the first and second year in this institution, I still can't get along with her. As the junior years of ours start, I began to catch up what her attitude. I began to see the positive view of her. As I noticed, she began to change those attitudes which some of us don't ever like. It was the last year of our high school life when we became close to each other. I opened up problems with her and also she was with me. We do a lot of things which we think so enjoyable. We eat at the eatery together with our barkadas.

              

                As far as I know, a junior of ours was courting her. If I'm not mistaken, he had also a crush on that guy. As timed passed by, she gave her YES to that guy on the 7th of July. She told many stories about that guy when they became couple. Their call sign was ADIK. On my observation, they're unlike those lovers who shows their affection on public which is also known as PDAC or public displaying of affection. Instead, they are both shy with others and I think they are afraid also with the criticism of others. Their relationship at first was a secret. Only senior students knew it and teased them. She became worried but the guy told her that he will take care of it. Until such time that all of the people inside the campus discovered it. Students. Teachers.The guy's parents. 

               

               I just remembered when we were practicing cheer dance, she was so shy to perform. That guy was also a member of that group. They also joined a press conference. For me, they are the ideal couple of the campus. 

             

               I also remembered that day before our promenade, it was Valentines day, she was in the faculty making sash for the awards, when that guy went there and noticed there are roses in his hand. The teachers get some of it and only one was left. Our teacher in MAPEH told him to give that rose to her. She landed the rose to the table where the sash was made. But our naughty plans started again. We blocked the doors and told him that if he will not give it properly, they cannot go outside. They had no choice. Majority wins as they said. In spite of shyness, he gave the rose to her. Also on the promenade, they were partner in the walts. As they arrived in the venue , they're like celebrity couples. Flashes of cameras were noticed. Teases of others were heard. When you look at them, you can't deny to smile as if it was you're happy for them.
       

             Although many trials came to them but still, they hold on. Regardless to the problems they've may face. Still, they hold on. Either one of them give up so easily, still the CELVINS 07 was there. Kicking and alive.
            

               Back to her, now she studies as University of Southern Mindanao which means they are far from each other. Hope distance will not interfere and give a gap with them. And also I hope that they will hold on no matter might happen.

                Indeed, I am a fan of the process of their relationship. An experience of mine to witness my said to be enemy but now, my best friend . It may sound weird but for me, it's not. I know she was happy with that guy and I, myself, was happy for her too. I believe they will endure and strengthen each other, happy and contented, her with him.

Froi Edrian V. Bebit

#737

#3 Blog Task

"Hard Thing To Do"

          Letty Jimenez - Magsanoc's "That Sweet Unforgatable Day" is a narrative story which tells about a personal and subjective experience that is, indeed, difficult to verify physically but well-narrated in a manner that is sincere and moving. 

         

            On the story, the narrator tries to show her busy preparations for their family's long-time houseboy and family cook wedding as if she was trying to ignore and forget the pain of knowing the absence of her mother. That wedding made herself and her whole family to be distracted of what they really feel. With some circumstances, her father bought huge potted plants with white flowers looked like magnolias not knowing that the said flower will be the way to reminisce her mother.

           

             Upon smelling the scent which was the same as her mother's scent, she tried to ignore it first but the scent was so powerful and dominant at the room. Curiosity arose her and decide then to call his father upstairs for him to feel what was happening in the place. This made her to feel awkward. That felling began to drive her brothers and sisters as they slowly stepped downstairs. Now, they all feel the presence of the dead person and it was the first time for them to become happy after that traumatic death.

         

             Personally, I don't believe of afterlife stories which are basically mythical to understand. Life after death doesn't exist. A soul that has been died will never be back in the surface where he sometimes lived in.But its the emotion of grief or humanistic imagination that lead us to feel that it is real. Its also shows how powerful our mind is. We are capable to create realistic imaginations which in contrast, are lies. However, it has a positive side towards one's emotion in order to lessen the heaviness of the truth. In this sense, we believe on lies and fallacy.
          

             Nevertheless, I will admit that this thing helps someone to ignore the pain of one's death. It is really true that trying to forget someone who passed away was a "hard thing to do".

Froi Edrian V. Bebit

#350

        

#2 Blog Task

"I am What I am"

  

        "Melancholic" - an adjective which I guess the best word to describe my personality. It sounds quite unfamiliar but actually, it tells about the finite description to whom I am. It serves as a window to look upon in a crowded place, showing what I truly have, my features and my aspects. Melancholic means seriousness. It conveys emotional imbalance or a behavioral attitude. It may appear negative but in reality , not. Naturally being a melancholic, I am perfectionists and moody, my actions look to be analytic and I like to be alone. My attitude depends on the things that would influence mine. I am capable to handle my emotions. Although I am a serious type of a person, I basically find it easy to interact others. I would be nice to someone nice or be mean to someone mean. Indeed, I am not afraid to show what truly I am. And I am proud of it.

          Froi Edrian Vente Bebit is my complete name but my friends used to call me "Poy". I am 16 years old but my maturity comes in an early age. I lived in a place locally known as a war zone where bombs and killings were an ordinary scenario, Maguindanao, but it doesn't stop me to become an educated person. I started my primary education at Parang Central Elementary School and fortunately graduated as class valedictorian. I pursue my secondary level from ARMM Regional Science High School and again received the highest award. Presently, I am taking up BS Electronics and Communications Engineering at Mindanao State University- Iligan Institute of Technology and a lucky DOST scholar.

           Actually, I advocate knowledge. Knowledge would be powerful wherever it is turn into use. This is why I value my education most. It escapes an innocent mind to the wilderness of ignorance. Through knowledge, one has the ability to put every action into power.

         Now, I am believing on my principles. We are living in a world full of imperfections. Crowd usually criticize because of others mistakes. But remember, we are not perfect to judge . I am not saying these because I am perfect as a human being but , I would  rather say  this lines:

            "I am not perfectly wise. I am not perfectly witty. But see, I am perfectly me."

Froi Edrian V. Bebit

# 381

     



#1 Blog Task

 "I Stop to Say Thank You to You" (With a reason)

       

            I walked in a distance along a path that was thick with old, rough pine. I was so stunned to see my being upon a smoked, winding mountain road through fog that hung like veils. Huge black, evergreen woods towered over me and suddenly, a call of silence and peace began to pack my mind.

            From a picturesque overview of landscape, sloping for several acres, vividly seen across folds, hills and valley were brilliant rivers of flora in radiant bloom. A fusion of colors - form the dull, palest ivory to the intense, deep tangerine, to the most clear salmon - blazed like a carpet before me. It seems that the bright sun had tipped over and spread golden sunshine down the mountainside.

           At the center cascaded a waterfall of blue, lush lilies. Here and there were rainbow and coral-colored tulips. Blue birds of the sky frolicked and played over the hills; their purple, sapphire wings embellished the clouds and fluttered like a precious jewel.

           Astonished to what I have just seen , my eyes that was full of amazement, couldn't stop to peek and sight but I could scarcely speak. Immediately, my mind was on a set of confusions to what the perfect paradise conveys to me. The beauty of planet Earth? Definitely , no. I answered fast. Then, what was it?

          Several inquiries of thinking come to my mind, when a small piece of knowledge brought me to my perceptions to what these astounding things was all about. And then, I realized how our God created beauty and majesty, that is indeed, worth caring and thanking for. God has planned for the need of mankind; He is perfect and absolute. But wait! Another puzzling view was then arrived to my mind, asking "why do god do all these wonderful things?", "why are we created?", "why are we here born in this planet?". Simple questions that are not used to question God's perfection but to answer human reflection, instead.

           Now, as  I look back onto the plains of meadow, grasses were waving through the air as they move smoothly into the sound of nature. But my mind keeps telling what these things could mean to. I, myself, would say " I thank God for all He had given to me." But , try to reflect.

            Maybe, to thank is enough. But how can I actually thank when I'm only a  nothing, a no man, a being that is not capable to survive without God? "Thank you" is inconceivable. A mere fact that these two words are actually just words. They do mean something, but not everything. Again, another thought came to my mind. Then, I reflected.

             To stop saying maybe equated into stop eating. These are vital actions human should do but when it will happen, something else would die. Meaning? Thanking is limited, although it express gratitude but not enough to bring huge emotions man could ever express.

             As a human lived and trained in a planet that is unmeasurable on its qualities, I once witness a panoramic view of life. I believe that God is perfect on its own and I, as a flesh made on a cluster of dust, borrowing a life on Earth, would certainly feel that thank you is indeed, not enough.

             I once lived, I once take a breathe, and when the time where I will die, I will leave a mark of prints. I will never be alone. Maybe, I would stop to say thank you to you (Him) because of this reason: 

             "I would rather say I am your perfect creation than to try saying thank you but with limitations."

Froi Edrian V. Bebit

# 605 

Welcome to the world of blogging!

nobody stops to say thank you anymore.....