The_Grimwitch_Chronicles

This is a chronicle of a young woman who has chronicled her life in notebooks she had made herself and suddenly discovered the availability of Blogs and how she could share a part of her secret self to the virtual community.

4:16 pm

Traditional Filipino Halloween

Posted by Leto of Blood

I went online today and chatted with my students who are scattered out of town, celebrating the Halloween season with their families. I agree that they deserve a break...after all, when I see them next semester, they'd definitely return to their former selves: dark circles under their eyes, dry skin and gaunt faces. When I ask them how they celebrate Halloween, I got similar answers. Someone said that they went to the mall to shop. Another went to the beach with friends. Somebody went to the cemetery to sell candles and flowers or paint tombs. It's either a variation of any of these answers.

It saddens me to think that the youth of today's Philippines does not practice what had been ingrained in our culture from one generation to the next. I think the government knows that Halloween is a lame excuse for local tourism or semi-reunions that it never extended October 31st (as what local employees expected)as non-working legal holiday this year. Though there is still the usual influx of people visiting their dead relatives in the cemeteries, may it be in the provinces or in the city, traditional celebration is not observed as usual.

I saw children in the mall line up in the activity area, wearing masks or face paint. They all want to "trick or treat" the participating mall tenants. There are specialty shops that sell latex masks galore, all Halloween trinkets imaginable, sound cards that emit blood curdling clips to scare unwary strangers, candles of all sorts of molds and scents, costumes of fairies to ghouls, styrofoam bones and wigs of all colors and cut. It's blatant commercialism at its best.

What happened to the days when the youth would, at the eve of Halloween, help their parents cook rice cakes to offer for their dead ancestors and the lost souls that would come and visit them? On the feast of All Soul's, the young would form groups that would go from house to house doing "pangangaluluwa." It's the Filipino version of Halloween carols. These carolers will pretend that they are hungry,lost souls that has just come out from the gates of heaven.They will beg the owner of the house for food.If the owner of the house disregards their pleas, these carolers will steal the owner's chicken or vegetable. At the stroke of six,it is traditional for the whole family to light candles at the entrance of their house,the altar and the table where the feast for the dead is laid out. The whole family will kneel in front of the altar and pray for the souls of their departed relatives and friends. After the long prayer is over,the family will eat rice cakes like biko, suman and kalamay. The elders believe that the dead likes to eat sweet and sticky rice cakes. It is believed that before the break of dawn,these souls will return to heaven. The next day,the whole family will visit the cemetery to clean the tombs of their relatives. They will cut grass and weeds that surround the tomb, sweep it away and eventually paint the tomb white. After the paint has dried out, they will light candles and offer colorful flowers for the dead. They will whisper a short prayer so that its soul will achieve eternal rest.

I understand that many young people I know are too preoccupied to care about traditional Halloween practices. But won't it be much better if we, older people, pass on these traditions to the next generation? How can our culture exist if we do not safeguard it in the future?

If you ask me where I'll be spending my Halloween, it would be with my family. My siblings have planned a get-away to Baguio for the holidays. We're leaving tomorrow night, leaving our parents behind, to attend to the mundane world of local politics.

2:29 pm

08. Turn of the 3rd Decade of Existence

Posted by Leto of Blood

In retrospect,I think 2006 has been a year of delays and stresses for realizing my true potential. It had been a year of separation for my family - separation from my brother, Body; from memorabilia that celebrated milestones in our lives; from clothes and other stuff that were unknowingly stolen during renovation; from our previous lifestyle. We all had to adjust to my mum's retirement, my new sister-on-law, our new business, and our financial situation.

The first quarter had been the usual routine - working hard to earn enough to pay for utilities and some money to spend for little luxuries (like silver jewelry, shoes, bags and hair accessories). We had a new business venture, a canteen launched before my birthday, that will ensure that my family eats for more than three times a day - something that we were never brought up on. Food had always been scarce for us when we're all in college since we don't eat breakfast for fear of being late for school, we eat very little lunch because we need to save enough money for school expenses and we can't really eat a decent dinner because we're too tired to eat at midnight and would rather sleep or do something relaxing. Along with that canteen came the new house helps, who are either weirdly psychotic or with awesome attitude problems. Body got married in church on a Valentine's day. Before the wedding, we had to ask our relatives to help out with the food and other expenses because we can't afford a grandiose wedding that they have been hankering for. My mum spent most of her money on computers (the one I'm using now), printers, copiers and mobile phones. She busied herself on the canteen, organizing files and of course, cooking food when we got fed up hiring cooks!

The second quarter had been tiring for me since I was working for 48 hours a week for SMCSJ and WJA. Added to that was the stress of my mum preparing for her long awaited trip in the US and Canada. She has been working for so long that going to that place is one of her achievements in life. Living with strangers (the house helps) is an adjustment that we all had to make. My dad, with his sarcasm and ironic sense of humor, have been making it difficult to make these house helps stay for more than a month. It's hell when I have to start training new personnel for the canteen every other month. I'm thankful that my boyfriend can put up with my tantrums during these times. I know how I can be such a pain in the ass.My boyfriend and I celebrated our 9th year of Visita Iglesia, with prayers and hopes of a brighter future for the both of us. When my Bo's birthday arrived, it felt so weird celebrating it without him. He was my pet, a frequent recipient of "blessings" from me (free cinema tickets, occasional fine dining, clothes, shoes, bags, etc.) and he was gone. I think I've been jealous of his new family because I had been his confidante and adviser but now, I'm a deleterious sister he despises like pestilence. He has changed and he has aged. I miss my brother and I hate to see him live his life like that.

Third quarter was the most traumatic period for me and my siblings. With my mum gone and having fun somewhere in North America, we have to put up with the recent renovation of the house, the business space and managing the canteen. Most of our stuff are (still)wrapped and hauled on a makeshift trailer. Then, major devastating storms, thieving construction workers, and nasty pests destroyed our precious possessions and along with it, memories when we had a normal life. We had to sleep on hammocks because the floor is flooded and slippery.We had to be content with modest clothing since we can't choose what we want to wear and some have already been stolen by the construction workers who are working on our house. I also had to contend with my father asking money for construction costs and balancing the budget for other house utilities. I was forbidden to tell my mum really bad stuff about what happened to our books, pictures and memorabilia since it would definitely break her heart and her savings. My boyfriend and I busied ourselves getting documents to migrate to Australia for good. We both plan to get married a year after staying there and saving up for the wedding of our dreams.

The last quarter was a little better than the horrendous previous quarter. My mum returned from the Americas with souvenir photos, lots of clothing from relatives and friends, chocolates from duty free and a little poorer than the usual. We had to put up with her endless stories about life in the U.S. of A and Canada. She liked her stay with friends and relatives. She would've stayed if she got hired there. It would've been better that way because when she got back, she saw the house is total chaos. We all thought she'd break down, luckily, she did not. She took it in stride. She managed to pull off a successful hermana mayora -ship of the parochial fiesta and still live off her pension from the bank. Our Christmas and New Year's Eve aren't that grand as with our previous years. My sister and brother's family didn't spend them with us, which caused my parents to feel a little lonely without them. My married siblings tried to make up for that by being present at reunions and family functions during the holidays. However, it breaks my heart to see my parents' eyes linger longingly as their cars drive away and my nephews waving like there's no tomorrow at their grandparents sitting under the mango tree.

They say I'm lucky to have the gift of foresight, to tell what the future holds with a flip of my contraptions(tarot cards/runes/dice), to be receptive to changes...but am I Fate that can truly dictate what destiny lies in wait for this year? I am, like other mere mortals, pray for a better tomorrow while savoring today and learning from the past.

Numerology states that I'm lucky this year since it's my 30th year. I'm a Fire Snake and a mutable watery Pisces...contrasting fortunes are predicted for me. All I know is that my choices affect the fate I hold.