Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Ming Ming: Overview #5



 The live drama performed by the IPAG which is entitled after the name of the main character “Ming Ming”, and directed by Steven Patrick C. Fernandez  is a story of a teenager who remained innocent with the concealed realities behind her identity all throughout her life and was once forbidden with freedom until the last minute of her life. 

The theme of the drama was mainly of a Muslim society. It focused mainly on the Muslim culture specifically the “Maratabat” or pride.   At first, it was very hard to comprehend. The characters performed in a way of shifting continuously and quickly from one scene to another without a certain clarity to every idea portrayed, thus created the confusion. After a long process of perceiving, as the play went on, uncertainties were cleared out with the fact that it’s comprised of three generations.  “R” was the grandmother or Ina who stood for the first generation. She was one of the Muslim women who was engaged in an arranged marriage at her young age with a man that she really didn’t love at all. The worst thing was, the man that she truly loved, the one she offered her heart was certainly her husband’s brother. She chose to surrender everything for the sake of her family because any refusal appears to be demoting their own culture arousing their Maratabat and so she was strongly forced to agree for their image to be preserved, remaining untainted. On the other hand, “P”(Ming Ming’s uncle), the man mentioned above, although the reality caused him too much to suffer, yet again in the of the family he gave up everything he held, his secret affection for R was doomed to be forgotten. Perhaps, such situation annoys us in the first place because we’re not numb of how difficult it is, self-sacrificing for others being deprived of pure happiness which is similarly giving away your soul for pride’s sake or even for others benefit. However, it revealed how genuine our Muslim brothers are when their culture and religion are concerned. They live their lives raising up their culture no matter what, taking all the odds.
The next generation was represented by “ I “, R’s daughter ( Ming Ming’s mother) who was kind of rebellious. She was again to marry somebody that her heart never yearned, the sultan’s son who had absolutely disgusting features. But, I insisted her freedom and fled into the city with the hatred of being committed to the Sultan’s son. Her main alibi was she wanted to finish her studies and was then allowed to set foot for college. There, she found her once joyful fate which gradually turned out into a grief-stricken one. She fell in love with her Economics Professor and later on got pregnant. Perhaps, she never regretted anything because their love for each other was overflowing.  Yet, her family could not accept her fate and they were preoccupied of what the Sultan’s son would have in mind if he’ll know that his fiancĂ©e was a disgrasyada and so with the other people. And again, for honor’s sake, the identity inside her womb remained undisclosed and the Sultan’s son owned Ming Ming as truly his.. This part of the drama portrays the great variance in terms of the attitude towards the same situation between the R and I generation. The seditious character of I basically shows that there was a particular change in manner which we could conclude as influenced by the time she belonged that’s kind of modernized, she was even bound with a colonial mentality. Unlike her mother who was very easy-going with the demands of their family, she tried craving for independence and freedom just that she was not totally successful and still got married with the one she refused to many times.
Now here comes the hidden identity, Ming Ming. She was once the baby inside I’s womb and was said to be following the footsteps of her mother. “Kung ano ang puno, siya rin ang prutas.” – these were exactly the words of her grandmother(R) directing to her personality. Indeed, she inherited the rebellious character of her mother. But now, it’s getting worse! She indulged to the different precarious vices in her generation.  This made her being locked up in a room where darkness dominated, in a room where she had to suffer and pay for all her misdeeds. Here, we could compare and contrast the past generation and our present generation. Shall we say, our present generation were much more distorted when it comes to attributes towards life be it the widely-spread vices which basically lead us to nowhere but darkness that built  up the great change. Perhaps others didn’t notice it but it did give a lesson most especially to us teenagers who commonly got lost in the right track, something that we could ponder on ourselves for an effective realization. Back to the story, Ming Ming now got hopeless as if nobody really cared. Just like a cat, she was in a very limited world of darkness, waiting for somebody to give her food which was her only hope for survival and after all, back to the darkness where she dwelt with herself alone. The heavy punishment, her seemingly endless sufferings made her came to a point of giving up. The last moment she had with her life was when she held the bottle of valium. She drank it , took her last breath then went asleep forever.
                The drama really had the power to engross the spectators. It satisfied our expectations. It gives a lot of lessons such as knowing better the structure of Muslim traditions, etc.  The best part of it, the most impressive thing is the director’s unusual way of depicting the story. Everything went on a flashback. Ming ming was already dead when the story was told. She was then a ghost when the darkest secrets behind her identity were unleashed. Imagine, FOUR CHARACTERS IN THREE GENERATIONS. Isn’t that amazing? Here’s more, that’s why the names of the supporting characters are R,I and P because if we piece them altogether, this would result to RIP Ming Ming. Ming Ming, a spirit!!! The twists were really awesome and 100 pesos is worth paying for. That’s truly an outstanding piece which calls for a toss of victory.

Monday, July 23, 2012

He Makes a Way #4


                  There came a time when I was so hopeless and stressed with the burden of college life  that I  even tend to give up. I thought it’s easy but it’s not. I failed our quiz in MATH 17 and it left a big scar that weakened my determination. I studied very hard for the prelim exam in the same subject and even got a sleepless night so that I could regain the loss but after taking it, I was  left with no assurance of passing. I was so discouraged with myself and my vision of tomorrow got dimmer. I had nowhere to go but just sit on a corner, self-pitying.  I was always thinking of my mom. I wanted to hug her and tell her that “I can’t do this anymore”. She texted me and encouraged me that it’s not yet the end of the game and she believed that I could make it to success. Yet, it was not enough for me to bring back my confidence and fortitude towards the attainment of victory. All I knew is that away from them, I couldn’t store much strength to surpass all adversities. I wanted to go home and seek for a refuge.  Indeed, I was preoccupied with such matter and filled with inferiority.
              On a Sunday, I went to church and attended a mass to lessen the harshness and heaviness I felt inside. I was in dire need of God’s guidance, comfort, protection and forgiveness for all my transgressions. During the mass, the psalmist sang this line “ The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want” as well as the succeeding verses which made me realized that I am not alone and there’s Somebody who cares for me and stays beside me day and night in my entire life, Somebody that I sometimes forget. Unexpectedly, my eyes went teary  as everybody sang the “Amahan Namo”. I could feel His presence that somehow gave me the reason to hold on. Moreover, I had felt His comfort when I knelt, closed my eyes and started communicating with Him through my personal prayers at the same time uncontrollably shed tears all over my face. As those tears came out, I felt like the burden within even got lighter. My heart was uplifted and my mind was enlightened giving me the courage to get over my weaknesses. My determination was revived.



                After receiving the Holy Eucharist, the choir rendered a series of songs that touched my emotions. One of the songs that inspired me the most was “God will Make a Way” and here it goes:
God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me
He will be my guide
Hold me closely to His side
With love and strength
For each new day
He will make a way
He will make a way      
   
    The good things that happened to me during that very day did not end on that. After the mass, I met my classmate “Nicole”. She asked me “Humana ka sa assignment?” But I answered her back with a question “Naa diay tay assignment?” Then, she told me that we had an assignment in History 5 in the internet and the deadline would be the following day. I really didn’t know about it and I thanked her for the information. When I got home, I surfed the internet, and yes, indeed, we had a quiz in History 5 through EDMODO and I able to answer it with a grateful heart. If I was not able to attend the mass, I will not meet my classmate and consequently get zero in our quiz. God made a way. He is really good all the time. Thanks be to God!

                                     


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Back to Earth After Death? #3


              Ghost stories, real or not, possess a force that somewhat provoke our thoughts, engross us and even play with our emotions. The spread of those stories has built a bridge between the humanity and “ ghost world”. Some people even reveal their capacity of talking to the dead, and seeing paranormal things like spirits through their imaginary weapon so called  as “third eye”. It has been also believed by some that there’s such thing as “SIXTH SENSE” that pave our way towards the arousing presence of the spirits.
              Funny as it would be for the anti-ghosts, honestly speaking, I do make assumptions that those weird phenomena are actually true. Indeed, I’m lack of experience regarding this matter but it would be very ironic on the first place if I would say it’s unbelievable when I’m already carrying the greatest fear. However, there’s one experience shared to me by a friend that partly changed my perception about ghosts:
                Her grandmother died at the age of 84.  First day of the wake, some of her relatives were present and they were busy chatting about the dead loved one. Unexpectedly, her cousin(5 years old at that time) stood up at the center  pointing outside the window and uttered these words: “Hala ingon mo, patay na si lola. Naa man lagi sya sa gawas oh!”  They all went shocked of what they heard. Subsequently, her relatives just continued chatting as if nothing’s happened and my friend was left terrified. Does a child lie?
Increasingly, taking a wide range of scrutiny, it’s also reasonable to say that it’s just a sort of “hallucination” caused by sensory disorders, psychiatric problems, being drunk, etc. that directs us to feel/see/hear/smell things that are hard to discern.
 Beyond these, a question is still hanging in my mind: “ Do people really come BACK TO EARTH AFTER DEATH? –We don’t know. Let’s wait and see.

               
               
               
               
               

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Unleashed Personality #2


                The day that I was born is said to be the happiest moment of my parents because I’m the first child. Anyway, I’m Mae Beton Dedoro a.k.a “Mecaih”. My parents are Papa Avel and Mama Riza .  No words can describe them and I’m fortunate to have them. They’re one of a kind.   After 6 years of my existence, I saw the joyful eyes of my parents as my brother came out. He’s Kim Dedoro. Love and happiness dwelt in our home as we lived together. The feeling grew more intense when my youngest brother finally appeared to complete our BIG HAPPY FAMILY.  He’s Kyle Dedoro. I’m a very PROUD ATE to my cute siblings. 
 Too much about my family!Let’s go deeper about myself. Right now, I’m 16 years old, continuing my studies at MSU-IIT, one of the prestigious schools in the country as a freshman student taking up BS ECE. I love simple things. I love black, white, pink and grey colors. I love any kind of food that could please my taste. I seldom read books but I love writing. In writing, I could express my feelings and it lessens the harshness I  feel within. I'm running my life carrying the motto "No sacrifice, No victory."I know that there's a corresponding reward to every sacrifice. I do believe that all my struggles will be paid of with success and all the bitterness will be overshadowed with sweetness. As long as I put Someone above as the center of my existence , I know I could accomplish my mission, hit the mark, attain success, grab my fortune and continue to dwell with satisfaction and fulfillment.
Like other teenagers, I’m fond of loitering everywhere with peers, joining different gimiks, and filling life with different colors of enjoyment that sometimes get me into trouble. I know my limitations but sometimes, I’m blinded with pleasure and go beyond them. I’m just a teenager, young at heart, half-matured and easily influenced. However, those lapses transformed me into a more worthwhile individual with untainted dignity and pure image.
Since I was a child, I always desire for excellence. I couldn't forget my experience when I cried because I was not in the highest rank. I wasn't able to accept my failures. I was filled with much expectations that commensurate much disappointments.  However, I was like a twisted ribbon that is now untied. I still aim for excellence but I learn to accept my failures always bearing in mind the level of my capabilities. I'm not after of any selfish desire but just to boost my knowledge and hold a gold trophy in the near future. Be with me always God!
           
           

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I Stopped Saying "Thank You" to MY LIFE #1


 Every act of kindness calls for a compensation. It could be direct or indirect at some point. It’s something difficult to leave behind and take solely for granted. Being of two minds, able to make options on such matter, we usually forget how significant it is to show our gratitude to each good favor done for us, as if it’s a heavy load to practice our tongues in uttering these simple but meaningful words, “thank you”. Relating this concept to my personality might give me more than a shot, a very big “BANG!”. Honestly, I’m one of those guys who stay mute after receiving kindness from the people around.
 I was once blind of how certain people exert extra effort for the ease of my existence.  The worst thing was, I had not recognized their sacrifices just for my sake that my unfulfilled demands caused me to selfishly curse them for not completing such. Did I ever think of how much burden I laid on both of their shoulders just to get everything I want or did I ever express my thankfulness for them, for their sweats and efforts? The very persons I am referring to are my parents.
Since the day I was born, my parents never get out of my side. They showed me so much love that when I was a kid, even a single mosquito couldn’t taste my fresh blood and harm me. I was like more than a precious gem that no one can take away from them. When I was sick, they’re stuck with sleepless nights, so much concerned of me. As I grew older, as my needs started to increase, they did not refrain in providing me such, maybe not totally but of the best that they could amidst our hardships. They even engaged to some sort of “utang” just to see me wearing smile and satisfied.
As years passed, my worldly nature aroused building a gap between me and them. It’s so nice of me talking back to them as if I could feed myself, right? I was bound with illusions and obsessions and blinded with the material world.  They gambled their lives to provide my needs in all the aspects of my being, yet I just considered everything as easy as A-B-C regardless of how they felt and kept longing for more.  That was something so obscene and very disrespectful. Imagine, my mother cried not just once because of me, because of my rudeness. I may be filled with much immaturity to act like that until certain circumstances converted me and made me realized that I am nothing without them. Fortunately, I was enlightened.
 My parents are the ones who gave colors to my whole existence. Without them, I will not attain this kind of life I have now. They’re the pillar of my strength and in their absence, I am the weakest among the creeping creatures. They are the wind beneath my wings that drive me to soar high and search for my worth for me to become fully a human. MY LIFE is them and they are MY LIFE .
Recalling those odd moments subjects me to a feeling of regret. Indeed, I couldn’t deny the fact that during these times I’m still having a bit of that filthy attitude and commit the same mistake but I’m pretty sure that this time, it’s not as worse as before. Perhaps, I once stopped saying “thank you” to them but thanks God I’m renewed.Let me bear these sweet words: “Thank you Mama and Papa. You’re the more than the best!”
Lesson is learned! We must always express our gratitude to the people who showed us love, care, goodness and kindness especially to our dear parents who undergo a lot of struggles for us to dwell in a secure life.  Mind you,even the unnoticeable deed is worth thanking for. Even if how trifling it may seem, it somehow contributes to our lives. Make mountain out of a molehill. And saying “thank you”??? Make it a habit. Say it not just once, twice or thrice but a million times to someone who utterly deserves it. 




               
               

Tuesday, July 3, 2012