To all Kinaray-a speakers, lovers and supporters of the culture & language out there:
The Karay-a Arts Festival will again be held this October (24-26) at the EBJ Freedom Park in San Jose, Antique, Philippines. So if you have time to spare come and join. Wish I can, too, but I will not be in Antique during that time. Hope the organizeres can provide updates through the Binirayan Foundation website. This is a celebration of the creative spirit which keeps the Karay-a culture alive through the years. The festival will feature folk arts and crafts, murals and paintings, performances and poetry readings, launchings, bazaars and al fresco dining and cafes at the Art Circle of EBJ Freedom Park.
Of course, this is not the only effort being done to promote Kinaray-a culture and language. There is also the Dungug Kinaray-a Sugidanon Contest, which is now in its second year. This is organized by the Dungug Kinaray-a soon-to-be-foundation. This initiative promotes story telling, literary writing and declamation in Kinaray-a. This year’s theme is “Japanese Occupation in the Philippines“.
Another effort which has a global reach is the kinaray-a.com website which aims to reunite Antiquenos all over the world. This is being administered by the Kinaray-a.com, Inc.
with my nephew, niece and sis (cottage on top of a hill)
Last weekend early morning I woke up from a bad dream. It was bad in a way because in that dream I felt fear. The scene was in one of the bedrooms in the basement of our house in Antique. We were on the bed facing the window and I saw somebody through the glass. I remember every time we slept in our basement we always had this fear of somebody looking in from the outside. It is because the upper half of the room is on the ground, making the window on ground level, and the lower half of the room is in the ground. Although there are metal grills in between each window pane, the thought of somebody intruding into our space and watching us un-noticed is so frightening. So anyway, in this dream I felt the same fear and I suddenly woke up. When I woke up the feeling in the dream was still with me and at first I thought I was really in our house there in Antique. But in fact I was in our small flat in ST6 at AIT. After realizing this, I told myself that here in the flat I was not facing any window similar to our house and so it could not be true that there was somebody as in my dream. But the fear was still there and I thought maybe there was somebody in the room. By that time I was already fully awake and realized that it could not be true! Then the fear was gone. I sat up and prayed for God’s protection and to completely remove any fear or any bad thought from my mind and heart. And then I prayed for everyone at home, especially for my parents who are still staying in our house, and my sister and her family who are living just next door. In fact the window in my dream faces my sister’s house.
key and 22 yian showing his artwork
Always when I wake up from a bad dream, I would pray, because I know that there is something or someone God wants me to pray for. Usually I would pray for the people present in my dream, or the places or situations that appear in the dream. And in this instance I knew God wanted me to pray for my family. This conviction strengthened when later in the day I got a message from my parents that my nephew who lives next door was rushed to the hospital at around 3 am or so, at the same time that I was having that bad dream. It was raining so hard there. My nephew could not breathe and he said he felt so tired. So they got very nervous and rushed him to the emergency room. Apparently he fell at school and ate some canned goods which triggered an allergy attack, along with too much sweat which dried on him. His bronchial tubes were almost closed that was why he had difficulty breathing. Thank God they were able to bring him quickly to the hospital, which is just nearby, and he was given oxygen ASAP.
some of yian's clay artworks
Now he is recovering, with still a dextrose attached to him. My Dad said that three men had to hold him down while the dextrose was being attached because he was resisting as he did not want it. Who would? And he was screaming, “Mommy, I do not love you anymore!” The hospital staff were all surprised as he was screaming in English. At least it’s something we can all laugh about now after the storm has passed. We keep praying for his complete recovery.
I wasn’t there to witness it. I wasn’t even able to watch the livestreaming hu hu hu. But thank God for emails, eposts and blogs, written right after the event. Now we know who the winners are. They entertain, challenge, remind, teach, encourage, make us laugh/cry/react, and many more. One thing is common among them – they never bore. Some of them I’ve read already, some are new to me, to be added to my reading list. Click on the image below to see the list of winners and links to their sites:
Winners of the Philippine Blog Awards 2
I am happy that an entry on Evelio Javier by Jester-in-Exile won the Best Single Post under the Arts & Culture Category. I haven’t seen this musical but just read about it earlier this year, from the Jester-in-Exile blog as well as from other pages on Antique province. As an Antiqueña, I am proud that somehow the province and one of her most beloved sons were featured in it (half of it coz it shares the limelight with another EJ).
Relief efforts in the province of Antique, Western Visayas, Philippines are on-going to help those affected by the super mega typhoon Frank. And yet, there seems to be not enough of the basic supplies such as food, medicines and clothing, among others. Mr. Fridy Panaguiton, head of Kinaray-a.com, Inc., one of the NGOs spearheading relief efforts in Antique, mentioned that both the haves and the have-nots stand side by side in receiving the dole outs. People have lost all their belongings and livelihoods. They have to start from scratch. The immediate need now is what to eat from day to day.
More here …
We woke up with shock to hear what happened a few days ago in the Philippines, particularly in my province, Antique, and nearby provinces in Panay Island. Frank the super-super typhoon caused havoc and destruction, flash floods – from water rushing from the mountains, burst dams, high tide coinciding with lots of water, strong waves and winds causing ships and barges to overturn and sink, loss of many lives … Most of the places destroyed are rice growing areas. The rice has just been planted, so come October, there will not be enough rice to harvest. Even before the storm the country, as in other places, was already facing many crises, from economic to political, and now this … If we do not have hope, we will think that it is the end of the world. But thank God, there is always hope. As long as the sun rises in the morning and sets in the afternoon, there is hope. And during these troubled times, with people grieving for their lost loved ones, with people rendered homeless, penniless, facing starvation and thirst, and many more … we have hope because those who have something to share are giving hope to all those affected. The outpouring of love and care and devotion to help in so many ways, from both near and far, goes beyond duty. We could not just turn away from this situation. Let us do our part in helping, wherever we are, so those affected will not lose hope. That they can keep looking up to heaven to thank Him who compels all to love and to help and to give. Thanks to everybody who has helped in one way or another … let us continue with the good works which God has prepared for us in advance to do.
Check these links for more info and for photos: http://www.kinaray-a.com; http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-38998