“Killing Vendetta”

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“Probinsyano,” an ABS-CBN teleserye that is aired every evening, is one of the highlights in the average Filipino’s staple. Admittedly, it is one of the reasons why my family and I even watch television during weeknights.

I go to the neighboring sari-sari store and I hear people discussing the said show. Children playing outside could also be heard enacting the daily scenes between Coco Martin’s character and his group. An elderly neighbor has even nicknamed his grandbaby, Cardo. Among the Filipino masses, the local primetime series has become one of the most predominant pleasures of everyday life.

I think, I can safely presume that Probinsyano has caught the attention of a hefty bulk of the Pinoy population. I surmise that most can relate with the portrayal of real Filipino culture–particularly those of strong family ties, close-knit community, undying love for country, resilient spirit, and stalwart faith in God.

Notwithstanding these are also the featured traits that automatically reflect typical Philippine society. Who can disregard the irritating gossip-mongers or the highly dramatized evocation of each issue? Who doesn’t shed a tear or two when someone, among Cardo’s allies, sacrifices his life for the greater good? Who cannot empathize with Cardo and Alyanna as they showcase love, loss, and forgiveness? What about the friendships and camaraderies formed among the Vendetta warriors? Who doesn’t want to actually skin Buwitre or Alakdan alive?

As it happens, the multi-awarded TV series has become an ongoing emblem of what Filipinos are made of. Each character has become so familiar that each hurt is deeply felt and each triumph is jubilantly upheld among family members eating supper or even alone after an arduous day at work.

Therefore, I suspect that today’s episode has been too painful for many of the viewing public. It is but logical that Vendetta would come face-to-face with Buwitre and his minions. However, I strongly feel bad that a lot of Cardo’s comrades got killed.

The fact that Cardo wasn’t even present when Alakdan and his company invaded their headquarters was, in my opinion, too biased. Also, the Vendetta group was merely composed of a few fighters while that of Buwitre and Alakdan’s group was built of a large number.

For me and my family, tonight’s segment totally annihilated what Probinsyano stood for. As a Filipino, I dare say that it would have been better to make the encounter a bit fair. I mean–come on! We cannot disentangle the scene from reflecting the life of each struggling Pinoy. Hence, the fact that a lot of Vendetta’s members got slaughtered inadvertently brought forth a despondent message to a lot of us, the loyal viewers.

It was disappointing to see Pinuno die. It was hurtful to see a lot of them perish. Tonight’s chapter was too sadistic. Is that what we promote? Do we need to actually accentuate the notion that evil wins more in this world? Give a bit of respite from turpitude. When we present a daily primetime series, there is a necessity to balance good and bad in the script. The normal Pinoy’s life is filled to brimming with horrendous tribulations that influence despair–and then, you show us such a grievous slaughter of our favorite characters?

Drama is good. Heck, I like drama. Filipinos like drama. Yet, please–make it mild. Also, allow it to be an even-handed and realistic representation of what life is. Not a massacre unfolding in front of dinner. Not a curtailment of hope–or of appetite, for that matter.



“Don’t Love Me And Then Say Goodbye”

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I’m not sure if you are someone I should know.
I’m not really certain if I’m even allowed to.
Because, you strike me as someone I’d want to keep;
You have the appearance of someone
who will make me bleed.

I’m not really good with proper discernment,
The way that others can immediately pinpoint,
Those who are only meant to hurt.
Me? I meet someone likeable and then–
Boom! I give my whole world.

Frankly, I don’t want to do that again;
You know, like, giving myself to someone who’ll leave;
And you look like the kind, who gets what they want.
You seem too loveable not to disappear.

No. I’d rather stay away from you.
I don’t want to be the next girl,
Who gets to weep because you’ll go;
For, you don’t plan to stay, do you?

Sometimes, it could be so lonely, like this;
Being alone, this way, gives you that.
You’d wish someone would just spring up;
You’d find yourself praying for love.

You aren’t love, are you? You don’t look like him.
They say, you’ll know him, when he comes.
They say, your heart will simply recognize him.
I don’t think I see him in you–or I’m pretending not to.

Because, I know how it feels to be hurt.
I know how it feels to be thrown away;
Like, you have some kind of disease or something.
It hurts.
Being thrown away–being unloved–
Is pure pain.

So, let’s agree to avoid heartbreak–
When someone decides to untie the string.
That’s the condition I detest, the most.
Don’t love me, and then later on,
Say goodbye.



“The Impossible You”

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I know all this because we both are alike,
But I’ve learnt to give chances to people,
To prove themselves right because sometimes, they are.

I know you’ll never forgive me,
I know that you can’t take me back,
I know nothing can get back to the way it was,
I know you don’t wanna hear my name again,
Or read something related to me,
I know how hard it is for you,
To get back to the things,
I know that you look often at your past,
But still you want no part of it,
Especially the people you’ve left behind,
I know my words and apologies can’t get you back,
Because you’re your worst enemy,
And your mind will never let you get back to the past things,
I know that no matter how hard I try,
It’s not going to be same as you and me,
Even if everything was based on misunderstandings,
You’ll never try to realize the truth.

But still, I hope for the impossibles and this is how I am.



“Mine As Mine”

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no, i won’t seek it.
if it’s really for me;
it’ll find me, eventually.
i won’t force it.

a love that’s mine,
shall always be mine.
it needs the perfect time,
to build itself–to shine.



“Sparks Fly”

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sparks fly, like little dancing mites–
littering the dark with glittering shine.
the moon is hiding among the clouds.
my soul is cold–lies in the ground.

a tiny flicker, of dusted light,
floats amid the gathering night.
it floats near my line of sight;
teasing me, like a diminutive kite.

the heart that once hoped
for some minute rope,
has given up the onerous fight.
nothing looks good, tonight.

glow some more, tiny sparkly fire.
lend more heat to my pyre.
burn me easy–cover my grief.
the soul gives up–gone stiff.