Friday, September 21, 2007

The Savage Asuang and Other Tales


Picture this. A young fair-skinned lady with long hair coming out of her nipa, hut carrying an oil lamp and stealthily walking under the full moon. She goes to a nearby woods and stops right beneath a banana tree. Now don’t blink! The lady after spreading on some oil all over her body starts to metamorphose into a demi-human, demi-bat creature. Then up goes the upper-half, hovering on roofs, looking for pregnant women and sickly child as midnight snack.


The viscera-sucker or commonly known as “asuang” are nocturnal beings whom were believed to transform themselves into flying creatures that feast on human internal organs and fetus inside a woman’s womb every time the moon is on its fullest. Usually depicted by Filipino folklore and mythology as a sweet, innocent-looking lady during the daytime that turns into a savage creature at night.


The tale of “asuang” has been deeply embedded in our culture that it has already influenced the’ way Filipinos deal with life. Anybody who doesn’t appreciate the taste and smell of garlic would be teased as an “asuang”, thinking that garlic is an antidote to ward them off.


Tales of viscera-sucker were first told by Spanish friars who came to the Philippines during the 16th century. Filipinos during those times were already living inside organized barangays led by male rajahs and datus. However, empowered women were also taking part in the running of communities as “catalonas” and “babaylanes” or female priests.


Apart from their roles as midwives and herbalists, locals would also oftentimes implore their suggestions for things such as when should they get married, when should they start building their house and other supernatural phenomena since female shamans are persons that transcends the boundary between human and spiritual dimension. These roles proved their presence as vital in running the community.


The friars saw this as a threat and so devised a reversal-scheme. Analysis of the attributes of the viscera-sucker or “asuang” points out to the said reversal of the image of the female shamans. Catalonas who were midwives were reversed from being a life-saver to life-taker as exhibited by the asuang’s propensity to human fetuses and internal organs. This is also graphically represented by the viscera-sucker’s leaving behind of the lower reproductive half while the upper-half engages on destructive acts.


Female priests are known as herbalists that constitute their knowledge of herbal medicines and healing herbal fragrances. The viscera-sucker on the other hand is noted for her obnoxious smell and abhorrence of garlic which is an important part of the Filipino cuisine and noted for its medicinal value. But what’s more disturbing is the inversion of the Filipino value of family solidarity and sociality since viscera-suckers are obliged to cannibalize at least one member of her family as an important initiation right to being a viscera-sucker.


The Spanish friars reared by Western-Mediterranean brand of machismo were ultimately shocked by the freedom these women enjoy in their community. Their involvement in warfare (wherein they are placed in the forefront yelling at their enemies and the first to throw their spears signaling the start of the battle) speaks well of their political freedom.


Predominantly, friars who noted about women leaving their partners whenever he displeases her were viewed as a sexual freedom disparate of their orientation. These empowered women should be subjugated under male dominance—Spanish or Native.


And so they succeeded. The male natives during those times, enjoying their newfound power over their female counterparts decided to cling on to it which paved the way to machismo—Filipino way. After centuries of mind setting that women in general are of lesser worth to the male specie, she developed a sense of submission and self guilt. Viscera-sucker tales may have been slowly ebbing out but the existing double standard still haunts the Filipino women even in this age of information and liberalization. Spanish friars’ stories’ of asuang attacks are now replaced by vicious accounts of wife beatings, molestation, emotional and psychological torture and sexual harassment. Just how the catalonas and babaylanes were lashed and beaten during the Spaniard’s rule in order to subjugate the Filipino women to male supremacy.


Now picture this. A young fiery-eyed young lady marching along asphalt streets, braving the scorching heat of the sun. She carries with her protests against the society’s inequity. She is the catalona and the babaylan reincarnated. The female shaman, after almost four hundred years of slumber is back ready to face a brand new battle. To reclaim the freedom and respect that was taken away from her.




Saturday, September 15, 2007

Tapping the Right Resources


I am amazed at how this circus called politics can put up heart-pounding stunts and amusing gimmicks. I got entertained with the recently concluded May Elections as candidates showed a dazzling array of talents- some ate fire as they belt out tunes while some danced on burning coal- just to land a spot under the political sun.
After three full moons, the dust should have settled by now.But not for Ping, one of the circus masters,who believes that the dust should never be allowed to settle.Or there will be no more dust to sting the public's eyes.
Ping has found himself a new show dog. He calls him Doble. This show dog can do moving renditions of "Through the Fire", and "Long-distance Love Affair." But Doble's most celebrated trick is his ability to intercept and record phone conversations-a trick that catapulted Garci to stardom.And introduced the best-selling single, "Hello Garci!"
But Doble doesn't stop there. He also knows how to dance to the tune of two million bucks. oh yes,Doble is serving Ping's purpose of keeping the audiences engaged and mezmerised.
Only Ping can tell when it's curtains for Doble the showdog.By then, he will be remembered for his heart-felt version of "My Way" ending with a big bang. BANG!

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Small But Robust



Pagmulat ng mata langit nakatawa sa Batibot...
I was born in the eighties, I counted one to ten with Kuya Bodgie; a certified "Batang Batibot." Mornings are not complete without my daily dose of "Mga Kuwento ni Ate Siena", and "Mga Hula ni Manang Bola."
Batibot translated as "small but robust" is a children's show which started in the early eighties and continued until late nineties.It was dubbed as our version of Sesame Street albeit in Filipino language. It spawned a number of names and characters headed by Pong Pagong and Kiko Matsing as our version of Big Bird and Oscar, Ningning and Gingging as our local Ernie and Bert, and Sitsiritsit and Alibangbang as the Two-headed Monster of Sesame Street.

It cannot be denied that Batibot is an offshoot of its western counterpart, but the show was brave enough to take the risk of using our own language and highlight the value dear to us as Filipinos. Since children spend at least two hours watching television, I was really bothered by the fact that the show is not receiving the same popularity it received then, among children nowadays. There were various attempts to stage wholesome children shows but they all packed up one after another.

Unless a new Filipino children show is produced, children these days would have to settle counting with purple Barney and exploring with hispanic Dora.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

The Truth That Will Set Smith Free


I missed the Pacquaio-Morales match. I didnt see those killer punches that made Morales land on his rear-end and bade his boxing career Adios! I did not witness Manny's triumphant moment when his shining fist was raised up in the air. But it was just fine, I had expected that the boy will clinch it. Manny is a living proof that the little brown guy can dance (to the tune of Eye of the Tiger).

But I would never want to miss the Nicole-Lance Corporal Daniel Smith bout dubbed as "The Subic Bay Rape Case".
The wayward white boy, Lnce Crprl Daniel Smith got the upperhand over the little brown b*tch, Nicole, when the latter was dumped on one of Subic's streets; pants missing, with a used condom and vivid accounts of how it all happened.


Needless to say, Nicole regained her composure, odds being reversed and the next things we see, is a triumphant verdict of guilty beyond reasonable doubt, in favor of Nicole.

The process must have been long and ardous for Nicole, but her fight is just beginning. Good(?) 'Ole Uncle Sam will definitely interfere and pull the necessary (puppet) strings to change the direction of the case. As I am tapping on my keyboard, GMA's minions are expressing their support to the U.S.'s suggestion(?) of transferring Smith to a U.S. facility, while the case is still being elevated to the Court of Appeals.

Moreso, Nicole is not only seeking justice for this crime commited against her but she was also resisting the pull to conform to centuries-old of inferiority complex and lack of national pride.Nobody knows when her fight will end, maybe until all of her hope and strenght are consumed.

The simple truth is that rape is a crime. It was commited against the poor girl and the verdict was simply to dispense justice. But since Smith is an American serviceman, protected by the provisions of the Visiting Forces Agreement (VFA), he can just be shipped back to his country, singing "Star-spangled Banner" and get on with his life. He might even choose to order a Filipina bride online. This is the sad truth that will set Smith free. Nicole's case will then be just another statistic.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Burn, Momma, Burn


In India, during 4th century B.C. ,widows, after their spouse's death, are left with only two options: pack their stuff and head to tralalaland, or hurl their bodies into their husband's burning funeral pyre.


These virtuous women, referred to as "suttees", are expected to fulfill this ultimate gesture, to expurge their sins and assure her and her departed husband eternal bliss.


This prevailed, until the British government outlawed the tradition in 1800s. But rumor has it that it still secretly occurs until today. Modern day suttees must be singing "Eternal Flame" (as performed by The Bangles) as flames consume every inch of their skin.


I wonder if husbands who outlive their wives also go through the same feat?