haraya (albay arts magazine) 2nd issue

8/7/2019 Haraya (Albay Arts Magazine) 2nd Issue

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Kami: isa ang small press sa ginagamit naming medium sa pag-

papahayag ng aming saloobin. At dahil di kami diyos, isina-

sama namin ang mga magagandang tinig ng ating mga kaibigan.

Lahat kayo pwedeng umawit, tumula, magkuwento, umiyak at

tumawa dito sa Haraya.

Bakit kailangang magsalita? Baka kasi mapanis ang laway mo.

Kung halimbawang naglalakad ka kasama ng isa mong kaibigan

at bigla siyang tinutukan ng baril sa sentido at pinutukan ma-

palad kang nakatakas, hindi mo ba isisiwalat mga kaganapan?

Ang Haraya ay isang lipon ng mga tinig na magkukuwento ng

mga kaganapang kultura at sining pagkat ang mga ito ang isa sa

pinakamataas ng antas na batayan ng pag-unlad ng isang siyu-

dad sa aspektong akademya at kamalayan.

Pagsaludo sa ABKAT, INC.

binabati ko ang ABKAT, INC. sa tagumpay ng Pagtanyog

Dos noong 16 Marso 2008. Kahit bilang ang mga nanuod, ang

pagtatanghal ay isang masigabong palakpakan. Mga talentongBicolano ay umawit, umarte, nag-exhibit ng painting at nagpala-

bas ng pelikula sa loob ng dalawang makabuluhang oras.

Paglingon sa isang namayapang buwan

Patay ang Pebrero. Kaya inaalalayan namin ng ilang talata ang

nakalipas na buwan ng mga sining

Pebrero, napakaganda mo,

Php 75,000 ang premyo ng may pinakamakinis na hita,

May pinakamalusog na dibdib sa Miss Tabak,

Ngunit samantalang ang mga cultural dancers, di man lang

naambunan.

Pebrero, di man lang sinuportahan ng LGU ang Tabaco Night,

Dagdag gastos lang daw kasi kung sa Pearanda pa magtatang-

hal,

May streamer pa naman ng pagsuporta sa may munisipyo,

Nailing na lamang ako sa naantalang pagsikat ng Tabaco.

Pebrero, sa Hunyo na lang pala ang Tabak Fest,

Kasabay sa pista ng bayan ng pag-ibig,

Naiintindihan naman natin na may bagyo kaya nabinbin

Ngunit kung mamatay din ang Hunyo,

Tiyak, sa sining may uulan na tabak.

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Mga ginto sa loobMga ginto sa loobMga ginto sa loobMga ginto sa loob

3, nat. arts month in the city of love

4, seasons in the sun5, acc staged the life of its founder

5, pita holds post-valentine gig

6,7, panitikan

8, artworks

9, images

10, she-tarzan in the urban jungle

11, tabaco bmx riders club

12, giovhanii buen


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Eric B. DorenteEric B. DorenteEric B. DorenteEric B. Dorente

Riding the van for work one morning, I

heard a song from the drivers FM radio

that reminded me of the summer of 2000.

But first it reminded me of the song itself,

which I havent been hearing of late. Its

Seasons in the Sun covered by Westlife.Yes, the boy band.

Its a song about this young boy saying

goodbye to his family, I surmise because

hes dying from a disease or something.

But before he leaves he reminds them of

the good old days they had, about how he

knew his friends when they were nine or

ten, about how every time that he was

down theyll put his feet back on the

ground, and how, long ago, they had pretty

girls everywhere and wine and song

which now are all gone like the seasons.

It has a sad feeling, but I dont remember it

because of the sadness. I remember it be-

cause it was a mainstay in the airwaves

even before April of 2000, the same sum-

mer when I spent one month to train to

become an officer of the high school Phil-

ippine Military Training, the successor to

the CAT.

One of the trainees even changed the lyrics

of the song to we had joy, we had fun/

pan de coco pan de sal/ wala nang pala-

man/ peanut butter na naman?

Even that is corny, but those days had

some sweetness in them. Every single day

we would actually stay in the sun for the

pass and review, or pasa-masid. Every

once in a while, one of us would faint be-

cause of the heat. The medics would come

rushing in. One time, a trainer asked me to

chase a fellow trainee who was doing the

rounds in the oval as a punishment for

some mischief. I ran like hell with the sun

against my face, until I heard the trainer

ask me where the hell I was going. It

turned out I was running in the opposite

direction the other kid was running.

We ate, slept, exercised, pinched a loaf,

chanted, and got scolded together, thinking

we were becoming those model youngsters

serving the country.

A few years later, in college, I would im-

bibe theories about how the armed forces

of a country only function as the protectors

of the rich, and get some sort of confirma-

tion on it when the military, led by Jovito

Palparan, would decimate the ranks of the

activists, who became my friends.

That summer would be eight years ago this

coming summer. When I heard the song

this morning I felt nostalgic. Maybe, as a

fellow reporter suggested before, because

of too much ngarag I was getting

mababaw ang kaligayahan.

Maybe its true. Im currently employed in

a difficult job. There are so many things I

need to know, and things I now know that

didnt know before. The good thing is its

bringing me to probing one of the main

whys of life, such as why poverty exists.

But it takes its toll. Im still trying to like

it.

I dont want to be specific now, but its

one of the reasons why I havent been

blogging, or replying to forwarded mes-sages, or reaching out.

Its surprising though, as Im realizing

nowthe fundamental necessity of our

lives on this planet is material provision-

ing, something that lies outside our con-

trol. To be specific, the market system is

something that has a life of its own, and if

we dont get to handle itparticularly if

consumer demand for goods dropswere

on our way to a recession, an economic

slowdown which in turn might lead to a

depression.

A depression is defined as an economic

downswing characterized by sharply re-

duced industrial production, widespread

unemployment, serious declines or cessa-

tions of growth in construction activity,

and great reductions in international trade

and capital movements. Its a life of desti-

tution. A column of De Quiros in the Phil-

lipine Daily Inquirer made the US reces-

sion talks urgent to me because hes

rightthe government is taking all of this

lightly, which shouldnt be the case.

What if the good seasons are happening

here and now? What if this present we are

at, unspectacular as it is, will be the time

we will remember in the future as the time

we had joy and funand will all be gone?

Maybe the times call for us to be wise right

here and now. Or maybe it reminds us to

live each day like its the last.

Dating tiga Patio, Nasa Manila ngayon

si Eric at nagsusulat sa Business World.

Share your wisdom through Infomania

Inform us. Share what you know

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PITA holds post-Valentine concertThe Polytechnic Institute of Tabaco (PITA) organized Tunes fromthe Heart, a post-Valentines Day concert participated by differentlocal bands of Tabaco City, last February 15. It was organized bythe PITA Performing Artists (PPA) and was held at the schoolspremise.

Some local bands who performed for the concert were Rash, Petals,and Amadeus.

According to Echus, PPAs president, the concert was full of enjoy-ment and socialization that give exhausted students some break fromtheir studies. Aside from that, he said that the concert was organizedto enhance PPA members talents.

He added, It was quite tiring but you will feel the excitement be-cause there is the support from the students and your co-organizers.

He also said that the group has surpassed the hardships due to theirteamwork.

Moreover, the concert was made possible through the help fromDesirre Cordovales, PPAs adviser; Engr. Jaime Guardino, PITAspresident; Dr. Veronica Guardino, PITAs vice-president for fi-nance; Ms. Jamie Faye Anne Guardino, PITAs vice-president foradministration; Romela Arsenue, PITAs director for operations;and Mr. Bryan Armand DC Cristobal, CSS president. Ms. GaleCruza, The Hoteliers Society, and The School Council Organization

were also big support for the concerts success.

ACC staged the life

of its founder

Amando Cope College (ACC) staged A Night of Gentle Remi-

niscence last February 3 at 8pm. It is a one and a half hour stage

play about the life of Amando Mando Cope, the founder ofTabaco Hospital.

The then Tabaco Hospital inaugurated in 1967, but was burnt in

1990. It was rebuilt under a corporation which is known today as

Dr. Amando D. Cope Memorial Hospital.

The play is directed by Richard Madrilejos, a literature professor

at ACC and Attorney Antonio Tony Cope, the hospital and

schools president. The ticket price is Php 50.00.

The presentation is held at the schools newly built school gym-

nasium, attended by academic people, students, doctors and

nurses in the first district of Albay. The play incorporated differ-ent media like video presentation, sing, dance, and acting all per-

formed by the ACC students.

The play was launched to remember the life of a great man. To

be a good man, you need to have a good foundation and a good

heart. The fortitude and being religious were inherited by Dr.

Amando Mando Cope from his parents, which they inherited

from the Spaniards, Madrilejos said.

Also, Madrilejos stated that during the recent years, this play is

the only stage presentation written and produced by a Tabaqueo

that was also presented in Tabaco.

Its a good thing that this play has revived the long dormancy of

Tabaco theater arts, Madrilejos added.

Moreover, the main thespians of the play were Joey Tumabao

who played as Juan, Mandos Father; Evan Carl, Amando

Mando Cope; Josephine Balangitan, Tiay, Mandos mother;

Farrah Mae Bilan, Mandos wife; Jeffrey Bigcas, Kakoy; Krisna

Barrameda, Gavina; Lorena Buban, Puring; Ennice Cantes, Va-

cion; and Ero Obreros, Bido. All of them are ACC nursing stu-

dents.

After the play was a ballroom dancing which was also part of the

ACCs 4th Foundation Celebration and the 60

th

Foundation ofDr. Amando D. Cope Memorial Hospital Inc.

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Frederick Maurice S. Lim

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I have always told my classmates inhigh school and in college that I willnot want to stay in Manila. My life inBicol was good enough for me. I washappy, I was contented. I have a deso-late home with equally desolate fur-

nishings, but I was not asking for any-thing more. There were countlesshardships, but who doesn't gothrough hardships?

My earnest desire to stay in Bicolchanged after I finished college, whenI was already thinking about the job Iwant to do.

I have traversed the road from Baca-cay to Legazpi for four years andhave almost memorized every curveand color. After I finished college, Ithought I would easily find myself aplace to work. I tried listing my op-

tions but I ended up with an emptylist. The drive to stay was still strongbut reality requires me to earn mybread. My mom was still willing tofeed me and that is what kept mydrive to stay. Thanks to the emo-tional disaster I was facing during thattime, I decided to leave. I left for Ma-nila, the one place I believed I couldnever survive.

I hate Manila because it is the com-plete opposite of where I grewup. The traffic, the crowd, the entireurban jungle - they were all too muchfor me. But when I left Bicol I knew I

am leaving for good and that I cannever go back to the life I used tohave.

My first five months in Manila wasspent in Bagbaguin Caloocan, in avery small house with my uncle andhis wife. Their house was surroundedby factories and each morning when Iopen the window,I am seeing hugemushroom of smokes coming fromthe factory chimneys. I was used to adesolate house but never have I had tosuffer lack of water. In that place,water was bought and water has to beconsumed sparsely.

I was finally looking for a job. I don'tknow where to go so I had to ask aneighbor to accompany me. I wasfortunate that I easily found a job. In acall center. In Ortigas.

I was awed when I first saw the build-ings in Ortigas. They made me wantto dream and I really dreamt. But af-ter three months of travelling fromBagbaguin to Ortigas, I grew tired.The graveyard shift was fatal and thecall center culture was beyond mytolerance. After eight months, I fi-nally quit my first job and until this

day I have not returned to my old of-fice to get my certificate of employ-ment and my back pay. Call it trauma.

I left Bagbaguin because my grandfa-ther asked me to live with him in No-

valiches. I was already staying withhim when I left my job in Ortigas. Iwas unemployed for one month andon that one month I saw how cruelManila is. Every move in Manilameans money and if you are penni-less, you can do nothing. Doing noth-ing is being nothing and that is cruel.The worst part is that I am living onthe mercy of my grandfather. What ashame! He was seventy years old andis still working to feed a 22 year-oldbum.

I went on job hunting again but I wasaiming for a job that won't require

much travel time. Before that onemonth of being a bum ended I washired in another call center just sevenminutes away from my grandfather'shouse. And that call center is where Iam working until present.

It has been over two years since I leftBicol, since I have last seen my deso-late house in Bacacay. I moved out ofmy grandfather's house six monthsafter he passed away (may his soulrest in peace). I am now living alonein my new house. Living alone andpaying for all the expenses makes mefeel mature, completely grown-up and

independent.Two years has passed and there aredays when I wish I am still travellingthe road from Bacacay to Le-gazpi. Those travels I made along thatroad were the days when life was sim-ple. When I was just a student, whensleep was a routine and not a luxury,when money is just claimed at LBCor M.Lhuiller Kwarta Padala.

Nothing lasts, really. Even that road, Iknow, is now changed to a featurethat maybe I cannot relate to the roadwhere I used to pass (The remarkablechange was courtesy of Reming andMilenyo).

In that two years, I can only see Bicolon tv. It's sad to say that on all thetimes that Bicol was on tv, Bicol iseither surmounted by a natural calam-ity, someone meet a tragedy or some-one caused a tragedy.

Nothing lasts, really.

The few friends I left in Bicol are ask-ing me when I'll be coming home. I

am asking the same question to my-self. My job is a time glutton and isleaving me just enough time to brushmy teeth.

I would have never left Bicol but I

left anyway. I left not because Bicollacks oppurtunity, I just didn't findmy place. I do not believe in acciden-tal destiny, but on the destiny thateach man etches for himself. When Iwas looking for a job, I ended up withan empty list. It was more of a choice.I know I'll be happy if I will stay inBicol, but reality is not only aboutbeing happy. It is about acceptingchange and how each man needs toface a change. Or how each manshould initiate a change, for the betterof course. I chose to initiate achange.

Two years has passed and I am livinga very different life. And in a verydifferent environment. But last time Ichecked, I am still the same person. Istill love a perfunctory routine, I amstill a home buddy, I still don't drinkand smoke, I still love ginataangmalunggay and I still do most of thethings I was doing in Bicol. Being thesame person is the greatest relief Ihave in this disarrayed Manila. I amstill the same person, just a littletougher this time.

One of these days, I'll come home. Ipromise.

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panayam sa mga siklistangpanayam sa mga siklistangpanayam sa mga siklistangpanayam sa mga siklistangastig ng tabacoastig ng tabacoastig ng tabacoastig ng tabaco

Haraya: Mike, kamusta ka? Ano na bang estado ng BMX RidingScene dito sa Tabaco?

Mike: Mabuti lang ako! Maganda at buhay ang eksena ng BMX ridingdito kahit kulang ang spot at lalo na ang park.

Haraya: Laking Maynila ka pala, paano mo maikukumpara ang scenedito at doon?

Mike: Sa paglalaro parehas din, walang pinagkaiba. Alam mo na... angmga tricks halos iisa ang pinaggagayahan, yung mga puting pro. Sa ek-sena lang may pinagkaiba kasi mas marami ang spot dun, dito kauntilang. May skatepark dun, dito wala... sa galing o husay pareho rin, maymga magagaling din dito na pwedeng maging pro kaso kulang sa spot atpark na laruan di tulad sa Maynila kaya mas marami ang humuhusaysaka madalang an kontes dito kaya kulang sa exposure ang mga maga-galing na manlalaro ng BMX dito.

Haraya: Ilang taon ka na bang naglalaro ano-anong mga tricks ang kayamong gawin?

Mike: Nagsimula akong naglaro taong 1993 hanggang 1998, mga li-mang taon din, tapos tumigil ako, naglaro ulit noong 2006 hanggangngayon. Recreation na lang sa akin ang BMX pero first love ko ito. Pa-

pawis ba, ha ha ha.Ang mga tricks na nagagawa ko ngayon, sa street riding: Bunny Hop,Grinds, Foot Jam Whip, pekeng Tail Whip? Ha ha ha, Wall Ride, TailTap, Foot Plant, 1 Foot, No foot sa ramp.Sa flatland riding: Boomerang at Frontride na lang... tumatanda na eh,madali ng mapagod, saka bumigat na ang katawan...

Haraya: May organization ba ang riders dito? Kamusta naman angplano at gawain?

Mike: Meron, ang Tabaco BMX Riders Association, isponsor ang RobaCycle Center... maraming plano kaso kulang kami sa pondo para maka-gawa ng mga obstacle course tulad ng Truck Ramp, Half Pipe, BoxJump at marami pa. (Anyone willing to donate, salamat sa inyo) ha haha, kulang kasi sa suporta ng gobyerno? Ha ha ha

Haraya: Anong masasabi mo sa mga skaters at mga manlalaro ng ibangextreme sports?

Mike: Ituloy lang ang nasimulan, itaguyod ang extreme sports sa Pilipi-nas...Haraya: Mayroon ka bang adhikain sa buhay na nais mong ibahagi samga nakababatang manlalaro?

Mike: Siguro, ituloy lang nila ang nasimulan ng laro. Sana magingprofessional BMX stunt rider na hindi ko nakamit... ride lang ng ride...yung hindi poser.

Haraya: Anong masasabi mo o maipapayo sa mga kabataang nais mag-ing rider?

Mike: Maipapayo ko lang siguro na huwag silang matakot sa trick nagusto nilang gayahin. Importante may safety gear sila, kahit mumurahinlang, importante yun... saka maging seryoso lang sa laro... Ride true andhave fun...

Haribol NitaiGaur..

Haraya: Mat, kamusta ka? Ikaw pala ang pambato ng Tabaco sa BMXstreet riding.

Mat: Mabuti lang ako. Hindi naman pambato, nakalalamang lang ngkaunti sa grupo. Lakas lang ng loob ko ng gayahin ang mga tricks nana-papanuod ko sa video.

Haraya: Ok ba ang scene rito, may mga hussle rin ba o mga nagtitrip sainyo dahil hindi nila gusto ang paglalaro ninyo ng BMX?Mat: Yung scene maganda, ang pangit lang,marami ang mga nagtitrip.2 na sa grupo naming ang nagulpi at marami na rin ang nanakawan.

Haraya: Ilang taon ka na bang naglalaro at ano-anong mga tricks angkaya mong gawin?

Mat: Hindi ko na mabilang o matandaan, siguro mga 5 years na rin.Mga tricks na kaya kong gawin: Bunnyhop Barspin, Footplant, WallrideX-up, 360, Ice Pick, Roll Back, Manual, Rufanu, Footplant to DoubleTailwhip, Gap Wallride to Gap, Feeble Grind, Tree Ride, Flattie, TableTop.

Haraya: Anong masasabi mo sa mga skater o iba pang mga manlalarong extreme sports?

Mat: Wala lang... basta laro lang ng laro para humusay.

Haraya: Franz kamusta ka? Isa ka pala sa mga aktibong rider o Flat-lander rito sa Tabaco? Ilan ba kayo na naglalaro ng Flatland dito?

Franz: Mabuti. OO, si Mike at si Jun ang mga aktibo na mga Flatlander

rito. Siguro mga 5 hanggang 10 ang mga Flatland Rider dito. Yung ibajamming na lang.

Haraya: Ilang taon ka na bang naglalaro? Ano-anong mga tricks angnagagawa mo?

Franz: Mga 3 hanggang 5 taon na rin. Tricks, konti pa lang, di pa buoyung iba. Mga General Backriding, Funky Chicken, Boomerang Ele-phant Glide.

Haraya: Member ka rin ban g organization ng BMX dito sa Tabaco?

Franz: OO, myembro ako ng Tabaco BMX Riders Organization.

Haraya: Ano-ano ang mga pangarap mo sa grupo na mangyari?

Franz: Siguro yung magkaruon kami ng park na laruan. Sana supor-tahan kami ng local government.

Haraya: Salamat sa inyo Mike, Mat at Franz!

Mike, Mat at Franz: Salamat din at sa lahat ng mga riders: Keep onriding!

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