there are only 2 points of convergence during our barangay fiesta: first is the church where we celebrate mass in honor of our patron, St. Vincent Ferrer; and second — the perya or local circus.
St. Vincent Ferrer’s feast day this year falls on a Tuesday, a weekday. so kinailangan ko pang umuwi. funny nga eh… lumuwas ako Monday morning from pampanga, then left Tuesday lunchtime and went back again to work Wednesday early morning. gumastos lang ako! 😛
sunday evening before the fiesta, nag-aya sina Ate Amy na dalhin sa perya ang mga pamangkin ko. actually yung isa lang. pero imposibleng yung isa lang ang sasama na hindi iiyak yung isa pa! ayaw naman ipa-sama yung isa kasi nga walang magbabantay. being the kunsintidor uncle, i volunteered to chaperone and lugged the camera along to practice. heheh!
Magpatuloy magbasa peryahan tour
i never got to learn how to navigate flickr ever since i put my photos in it. besides, i also have a photobucket account where i put most of my forum-related pictures. so i never thought of flickr or any photo-hosting site as a tool to promote my ‘photography’. i don’t even have a really nice camera!
anyway, apparently i got a comment… actually i got a request for permission to use one of my photos! and it was meant to be used for a contest that could win for a public school in our town educational material and livelihood for the community around the school. major help for the less fortunate in my beloved town, Sto. Tomas, Pampanga!
BUT… i got the comment 6 months ago on flickr! 😦 waaaaah!
oh well, i guess it wasn’t meant for me. i would’ve said “yes”. it was for a good cause anyway. *sigh* sayang… my chance at a moment of fame gone. 😛 ahahaha…
i guess most people are already aware of the North Rail project of the government. sa dami ba naman ng na-displace na tao sa project na ‘to, sino ba’ng di makakapansin diba? at least the government provided relocation sites for the affected residents. but one affected “resident” can’t easily be relocated, particularly in my own hometown.
when i was still a little kid, dad would wake me up around 5:30AM to get ready for school. i’d take a bath, get dressed, eat breakfast and wait for my school service to pick me up. and each morning at 5:45 AM, in what is mostly a quiet dawn (save for the early greetings of the neighbor’s chickens), i’d hear the train passing through the adjacent barangay through the noise it made with its wheels on the tracks and perhaps with its engine as well.
now that i look back on it, i think i never saw the train itself. i guess we had conflicting schedules. 😛 but unfortunate as i was, my dad would tell me stories about the train. how he, as a child, used to go with my uncles and playmates to the train tracks, line up coins on them and wait for the train to pass. and once it did, they’d hear all of the coins they placed jingle and fly from tracks as the train flattened them into what looked like blobs of nickel or gold. he also told me that they could never hold them immediately with their hands because they were really hot after being flattened.
when he grew older, he told me how the train became critical to our family’s livelihood. my grandfather was a watchmaker and tailor who worked in Avenida. my father would commute via the train to Manila, bringing some materials to the shop and would come home with my grandfather afterwards. this was quite easy for them since we had one station in our town. and now, with the new North Rail project, this station is deemed unnecessary since they will maintain the one in the City of San Fernando, leaving our station to be demolished.
Magpatuloy magbasa old and new
taken during Good Friday, Stations of the Cross procession where some go barefoot.
during my afternoon bike around our place, i noticed a concrete marker on the side of a newly paved road. it was about a meter high and bears the provincial seal of Pampanga. the marker was written with black paint over a white background and was in kapampangan (i’ll translate it for you, don’t worry). and after seeing this, i had a big smile on my face but immediately left with a deep sigh of depression. before i explain, i’d like to show you how the marker looked like and what is written:
in red, “Province of Pampanga”. the text below, “concreting of barangay road E. Mercado St. Ext., San Vicente; Length (blank); Budget: P 466,185.99; this project for the people is made possible through the cooperation of the provincial government and the local government unit of Sto. Tomas, Pampanga.
THIS IS WHERE YOUR TAXES GO.”
what do you see? what do you NOT see?
i just had to capture this so the following week, during my afternoon bike around town again, i snapped this photo. i could not resist sharing this. it is my opinion that it would be a grave sin to society and to the voting public to not make this known.
okay. now, let’s take a look at specimen #2.
i don’t see any need for any translation whatsoever. of course, it’s all in English, right?
let’s play a game now. spot the difference…
i tell you, campaign period started way before politicians started filing their certificates of candidacy.