THE HILLS ARE ALIVE - HAPPY KAAMULAN FESTIVAL

My province of Bukidnon is currently celebrating the highly anticipated festival of the year called Kaamulan Festival, which normally held in the province capital city of Malaybalay.

Kaamulan means gathering and in the older times, it is the time of the year were ethnic people from different Tribal groups will climb down the mountain to gather in festivity and meet with the locals. Of coarse there is an origin there somewhere but let's leave that to the historians and the scholars to talk about the boring stuff.

As a fantasy fiction writer, I'd rather talk about an alternate reality which originate only during my day dreams and I wrote a book about it. The title is "Asician and the Portal of the Tribes Realm"
 
One of the reasons why I wrote the book -  it was my shameless way of promoting the seven tribal groups of my own province in Bukidnon. I know that what I was doing wasn't enough but at least I was doing something. I will always be a son of Mindanao and a son of a farmer to be particular from my humble little town in Valencia City in Bukidnon. I grew up knowing the majestic mountains that my province offers, the beautiful springs that sprout from the foot of these mountains, the fresh streams and amazing lakes. Nature is abundant in Bukidnon and upon entering the vast province, you will see ranches and different plantations of rice, pineapple, corn, sugarcane and vegetables - which is indeed a haven for farmers.

Aside from all of this. Bukidnon is a home for the 7 Tribes who was said to be the first ethnicity inhabited the vast terrain. This is their land and we are just the occupants. Their story of old inspired me when I was a kid and every time I saw one of them o the street, I was always fascinated even now. That's why I felt terrible for not having attended the festival for so many years now. Well, I could blame it on my day job. (Wink)

Also, the coolest part of being a novelist is the amount of research that I need to do to learn more about the subject. I've known stories about tribal people from the elders; meaning, my aunt, grand parents and even my parents. But in order for me to write about them, I feel like it's my responsibility to at least take a deeper learning about the tribal people of my province. But we're in the digital world now and I don't need the confine of a huge Library to get the information that I need. Everything is a click of the mouse and you just need the right URL and wallah!

So I wrote the book. I daydream about these characters like they are my friends and to be able to follow their adventure as if I was there, it was a joy and a fulfillment that only a writer would know.

In this celebration! To the 7 Tribes who grace the South City of Pines and to my beautiful province of Bukidnon - Happy Kaamulan Festival everyone! May the God Magbabaya and Goddess Dagingon will grant all of your prayers. Let the gong of the Salambing reaches the heavens and let the limbag chants reach the ears of the Almighty.

As I have said, I will always be a son of Bukidnon and the winding Sayre Highway of Mindanao will always be my road less traveled. I will always be that kid sitting beside the window of the Bachelor Transit watching the mountainous region and cheered every time I saw a horse running freely in the meadows.

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WHY NOT SHARE?

Samantha Sotto is a Filipino Author who wrote the amazing book called “Before Ever After”. I read the book a few months back and I totally loved it. It was subtly written that you can easily lose yourself in the moment while reading the book. When I found out that Ms. Sotto wrote most part of the book in a Cafe near my place, I was really thrilled because I’m also a regular customer of the Cafe.

Her Success in publishing inspired me to pursue my writing. So When I finally finished my first novel, I was in cloud nine for days. I didn't know what I should do next, so I decided to send Ms. Sotto a message on twitter hoping that she’ll reply.

I was grateful that she did. I asked her tips on what should I do with my manuscript and she was so nice to share her knowledge on the subject.

She’s so approachable and sweet and I’m thankful for her.   

Not everyone who find success wants to share the experience but there are few who find success as an opportunity to help and support new comers like me. I wanted to share my experience too. As far as writing is concern and the leanings I've learned along the way. I believed that sharing is a genuine characteristic but you can't force this attribute to anyone. It has to come naturally, willingly. 

As for now, I can only do much because I wanted to consider myself as the rookie who  is still finding his way. I'm still very new and everyday as I write, I learned new things from myself that helps me move forward. 

For us writers, the world is without limit. Lets be keen and open our eyes to see that the characters that we are searching for, is just in front  of us begging to tell their tales.

Start writing NOW!

   

OFFICIALLY A SELF PUBLISHED AUTHOR

 Finally it’s here! My book is already available on Amazon.com for purchase.  How surreal is that? It took me awhile to digest that information because I waited a long time for this moment to come.

You know, every time I receive a rejection response on my email - a piece of brick adds up on my shoulders. The pressure is on and as the months passed by, my hope of publishing my works is moving farther away from me. But I realized that if I gave up now; I would definitely regret it in the future. I kept telling myself everyday to be patient and have faith that one day it will happen.  One day, I will be able to see my books on shelves regardless if it’s from actual bookstores or digital. I don’t care!

I remember Anne Rice and even Stephen King said that if you want to be a novelist/writer, you have to be stubborn somehow.  Not everybody will appreciate your work and someone who is mean would tell it straight to your face that you don’t have the right to become a writer.  This is really true and horrifying!

A guy once told me that my work is unsalvageable. But instead of spending a lot of time cursing that person, I comforted myself with the thought that he is not even a writer himself. How could he have known what I’ve been through to write my book?  I could have understood if he wanted to critic my work and told me what works for him and what’s not, but to kill a dream? No one has the right to do that!

Probably he’s not the right market for my novel and no matter how crappy my work for others, someone out there will appreciate it.

To be able to write what is real for me in the form of fiction fantasy novel is a joy. I feel blessed that I was given this opportunity. To even publish my book is an icing to the cake and I am humble and grateful. It’s time to give back.

I will make a pledge that the first check I will receive for this book will go straight to Philippine Red Cross Foundation. Volunteering, giving foods and clothing seems not enough for the victims of Typhoon Haiyan/ Yolanda. I know that what I can give is not sufficient to rebuild lives but this is my way of reaching to help.

Everything will be documented on my Facebook page, Twitter Account and Instagram : @RonnanTristan

http://www.amazon.com/Ascian-Portal-Tribes-Realm-ebook/dp/B00GR325C0

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STORY: Roses and Shadows (PART 3)

“So, where are you going tonight? “ Bridge asked on a Friday morning after the shift.

Mari looked up from her station. She noticed the smile from Bridge’s face, teasing her. As if her Team Leader knew that she was attending a fancy event later that evening. Bridge was tall with shoulder length hair. She was slender and boyish but she was carefree and fun to be with. Everybody from the team loved her and Mari was not an exception to that. Bridge was the only person she confided her secrets but as much as she wanted to tell her about the Ball invites, there’s something inside her wanted to keep it to herself. It’s not that she didn't trust her, she just like the danger of knowing it alone.

“Oh! I’m just meeting a friend from the province.” She said defensively.

But Bridge arched her eyebrows. She knew Mari too well not to notice that she was lying. She knew that Mari is up to something but she was also a friend and if Mari was not ready to tell her, she respected that. She just wanted to assure her that she would be there when Mari needed someone to talk to.

Bridge face broke in a genuine smile.

“Okay, just be careful.” She reached out and touched Mari’s arm.

“Thank you Bridge.” Mari said.

On her way home, Mari hailed a cab and chose to sit at the backseat of the vehicle. Her eyes drifted out of the window, watching the sun mounted from the sky while the normal buzzing chaos of the Metropolis began to take shape. Her mind was sewing the intricate web that beguiled her for the past days. The phantom from the roof, the red rose and the mysterious invitation she received and later on Tuesday, a huge box was left in front of her apartment containing a perfectly tailored ball gown that hugged her body like a second skin.

 Then there was the cursive hand writing again.

A Gift… Kisses,V

Mari was mesmerized with the writing and the more she stared at it, the more she wanted to get to know the person who wrote it. She was so certain that it was the phantom she saw on the roof of the neighbor’s house. But deep inside it was just her assumption. She wanted it to be the phantom. She bent down to get the box on the floor and carried it inside her apartment. The box wasn't that heavy but her heart was ready to explode with excitement. When she finally opened the box, the one that took her breath away was the color of the gown. It was crimson red. She brushed her fingers on the surface of the fabric before pulling it out of the box.

From how it looks, the gown must have been heavy. But Mari was thrilled to know that it was made out of light fabric. Immediately, she ran to the bedroom to try it on. Undressing in haste and carefully put the gown on with contained excitement. She couldn't imagine the look on her face when she finally stood in front of the mirror gazing at her reflection.  The gown was strapless with dotted crystal sequence elegantly embroidered in the front all the way to the back. The waistline was perfectly fit accentuating her hourglass figure. From the waist down, the floor length gown went on with the right amount of trail ribboning on the back. Obviously it was a custom made gown only for her. But how? The question formulated in her mind along with many others.

She carefully undressed the gown and searched for the name tag. She covered her mouth with surprise when she found who created the ball gown. Valentino.

With caution, she folded it nicely and put it back in the box and set it aside. She stared at the note on top of the box cover. The one who wrote it signed the initial “V”. That couldn't be Valentino for sure, the thought of it made her laugh. But what was V stands for? Mari walked back to the bed and sat on the edge thinking. A beautiful gown needs equally beautiful shoes, she thought. She placed the note on top of the invitation letter she received on her bed table.

The hunt for the shoes was a challenge for her. Since she was a girl who could careless about fashion, she had no idea what shoes was outdated or not. Let alone choosing the perfect shoes that could match a ball gown fit for princess. The next two days was a series of shopping spree for her, from Shoe Salon to Shoe-Mart Department store. She waited for the Mall to open after her shift from work, though she didn't really know what she was looking for, she needed to give it a try. In the cab on her way to Greenbelt, she was considering if she should choose style over comfort or if she could find both. Remembering what she read from the latest issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine, it was written in there somewhere about buying shoes… There’s something about trusting your gut. The fashion bible said that you’ll feel it when you finally see it, like it is calling you. Mari smiled thinking about it; probably it was the right time to prove how true the saying goes.

It was already 12-noon on Thursday and Mari was determined to find her shoes. She was beginning to feel light headed from sleepiness. After paying the cab driver, she went straight to Coffeebean and Tea Leaf for a caffeine shot. She ordered a large Ice Blended Caramel coffee without whip. It took time for the caffeine to kick in but she couldn't wait for it. She started walking to the entrance of the mall. The moment she entered the establishment, a spectacle of elegantly decorated windows from different high end boutiques greeted her. Immediately, Mari felt a pang of excitement. There’s something about boutiques and women, she thought. She went on window shopping at first, looking at displayed shoes from the window outside. She went from store to store gasping every time she saw a cute pair of stilettos. But Mari figured that she couldn't really fashion a high heeled shoes, those shoes were only for girls who have talent walking on it. She was afraid that if she pushed it, she would end up injuring herself. She considered this thought as she continued to walk while sipping her caramel coffee. She realized that it would be a deadly sin if she chose to wear flat shoes with the crimson gown. She could imagine the designer Valentino appearing before her and snatched the dress from her body. The visual of Valentino and her in a tag of war for the gown made her laugh and suddenly a woman who was walking towards her giving her a strange look. Immediately she bit her lips and looked down as the woman passed her. She was embarrassed for looking like a lunatic laughing alone. Mari pulled herself together and went on her way. Feeling desperate for her lack of fashion expertise, she was beginning to feel annoyed at herself. She was a young girl, she should know these things.

Suddenly, a peculiar pull of gravity made her looked on the window beside her. Mari held her breath as she stared at the most exquisite pair of red stilettos inside the store. She couldn't figure what the store was, in fact she didn't care. All she knew, the store sell different designers shoes.

She saw her fainted reflection from the window smiling.

Finally, she found her shoes.

To be continue... 

STORY: Roses and Shadows (PART 2)

It was late in the morning when Mari woke up. The ray of the sun seeped through her window altering the atmosphere inside her room. Instinctively, she stretched out her arms and released a satisfying yawn. She opened her eyes and squint, the sun was up and the light brightened her small bedroom. When her eyes adjusted, she turned to her side and reached for her cellular phone to check for the time.

It was 9AM, she overslept.

Mari placed the phone back to the side table and went back to bed. She thought about what happened last night; the man on top of the roof, the long stem red rose left on her window and the eerie feeling of being watched. The thought of it sent shiver through her spine and for the first time in three years living alone, she was afraid. That couldn’t be a stalker, she considered. She was not convinced that her simplicity was capable of attracting strangers to look at her twice, let alone stalk her. Immediately, she pushed the thought aside and stood up.

She made her bed before she left the room.

On her kitchen table, the red rose lay at the center. Mari leaned back on the sink with a glass of water in hand watching keenly over the strange flower. She was thinking about the man on the roof again. She was trying to get rid of the thought but she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She was terrified but part of her wanted to know the man. The feeling of excitement engulfed her giving her chills. She emptied the glass of water and placed it on the sink. She stared at the rose once again, thinking how red it was – it was nearly dark like it was dipped in a pool of blood.

How odd that she considered blood for comparison. But it was the color of the flower disconcerted her, it wasn’t an ordinary rose. Mari walked closer and picked the rose from the table. She was holding the long stem and brought it closer to her so she could see it clearly. It was beautiful, the red color was unfading and the stem was strong and unwithered. She closed her eyes and let the petals brushed her cheek, caressing her skin. As if it was picked from the garden a minute ago, the smell of fresh morning flooded her nostril, calming her. The smoothness of petals made her smile. It was disarming.

She was pulled back by a knocking on the door. Startled as she was, Mari put the flower back on the table and took a deep breath to calm down. When she settled, the knocking hit the third times. She walked to the door and opened it. It was the caretaker of the building Mr. Romero. The man was probably in his late fifties with a curly short hair, a smiley face and who always fond of wearing overalls. He was a nice guy and for some reason, he reminded her of her late father. There was kindness in Mr. Romero that touched her so dearly.

“Good morning Mr. Romero!” She greeted.

“Good morning my sweet! I got the letters from the mail today and the bills too. I come to give yours. I’m sorry if I interrupted something.” Mr. Romero said smiling.

“You didn’t! I just woke up actually” She said. Her eyes shifted to the bundles of letters in Mr. Romero’s hands.

“Oh! Here are your bills and you got here a letter too.” He handed the letters to her with the bills in it.

“Thank you!”

“Well, have a nice day Mari. You know the drill with this… ” Referring to the bundles he was carrying.

“You too Mr. Romero” She said giving him a warm smile before closing the door.

She walked back to the kitchen and placed all sealed envelops on the table beside the flower. She scanned the bills one by one, credit card, postpaid, water, internet, others were just spams. Then the last one caught her attention. It wasn’t actually a bill but a black rectangular unstamped envelop with her name scribbled at the back.   

Mari stared at her name written in cursive writing. Obviously it was beautifully done by hand and not by some silly word processor. In haste she opened the letter to see what’s inside. There was a small parchment and with eyes wide and heart pumping hard, she read what was written.

An invitation for a ball.

Her eyes darted to the bottom of the invites, she almost stop breathing when she saw a small logo engrave of a rose on the lower right.

Her attention fell back to the table, where the red rose lay perfectly still.

To be continue...

STORY: Roses and Shadows

Days passed in a blur, like distant scenery from a moving train. Sometimes a day beseeched excitement and fun but most of the time… it’s meaningless.   Everything that Mari did was work and work. Often times she came home in the morning feeling exhausted and spent. All she had to do was change her clothes and hit the sack and sleep. Mari Amascual was a call center representative. She worked an eight hours graveyard shift at Sphinx Inc., a BPO company in Manila.

“Are you coming?” Bridge asked one Saturday morning. The entire week was a hell, calls were flowing like water in a stream – it never stop. For five days the entire 27^th floor of the 1900 Building was a battle field. Inbound calls all over America were coming in with different requests and concerns regarding their accounts. This was what it’s like to be working as a call center agent – you just have to learn how to multitask to address the customer efficiently. Mari was one of the best agents out there but of course just like everyone else, she couldn’t wait for the week to end.

“Thanks but… rain check?” replied Mari. Bridge gave her a disappointed look but she didn’t insist and dropped the subject right away. The team was going for a drink after a long week of hard work and Bridge was their team leader.

“Okay” Bridge said and turned around and left.

Mari shifts ended at 6AM but since its weekend, she lingered at the office for awhile to make sure that there’s no pending work left unattended. Her team left the office thirty minutes ago while others were wrapping up for their weekly huddle. The noise around her was beginning to mellow and the next time she peeked from her station – the floor was deserted.

She emptied her pending bucket, turned the computer off and left. It was already 8AM and the Sun was already blazing the horizon outside. The moment she stepped out of the building, the warmth of the summer breeze caught her face. She winced and fished her Ray ban Shades in her bag. She thought about having a breakfast before going home and images of Choco chips pancake and bacon popped in her head and made her giggle. Immediately, she hailed a cab and told the driver to take her to Katipunan Avenue. Pancake House opens early and Mari wanted to have that Choco chips she’d been dreaming the whole week. The cab dropped her off in front of the restaurant; she paid the driver and went out.

During weekends, the restaurant was packed with families lived around the Katipunan area. When Mari entered Pancake House, most of the tables were already occupied but a waiter led her to a vacant table on the second floor near the glass window. It was perfect she thought, having the view of the Avenue and the Ateneo Campus on the other side of the road. If only she has someone to sit with her and share the view, but there was no one - she was alone. It was that time that she actually felt the loneliness in her life. It wasn’t a choice that she was single, maybe because she believed in the more traditional way of courtship that she shooed most of the guys who asked her out.

An elderly couple came out of a black car outside. Mari looked at them hopeful. She believed in destiny and that someone out there, a man who is gentle and kind, gazing at the same star at night looking for her. She sighed and turned her attention to the Menu in front of her. A few minutes later, a waitress approached to get her order.

The meal was delicious. The pancake melted in her mouth as she closed her eyes enjoying every minute of it. The bacon was almost heaven and she feasted on it and washed it down with lemon iced tea. When Mari walked out of the restaurant she was happy. Ironically, her loneliness was gone for awhile and it was because of a good meal. She smiled and walked her way home.

It was almost midnight when she heard a scratching on the ceiling. Her eyes blinked trying to focus in the darkness but her ears were listening attentively. When the noise didn’t come back, she disregarded it. It could have been a strayed cat or a huge rat. Mari rolled to the other side of the bed and reached for her cellular phone to check the time. She squint her eyes as the light from the phone blinked. It was 11:30PM and all of a sudden she felt so lame for sleeping the entire day. She was exhausted, she thought. She wanted to stay up but her body could only take much stress. She thought about what she did before hitting the bed at 2PM. It’s not that she forfeited her Saturday off completely. She took her unwashed clothes to the laundry house before cleaning her studio type pad. She released a tired groan and sat up. The room was dark but the moon was full that shed a fainted glow in her window. A shadow caught her eyes outside and she crept out from the bed and went closer to the window holding her breath. As she looked closer, she saw a silhouette of a man standing motionless on the roof of the neighbor’s house. Immediately, she hid herself behind the curtain and covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from screaming. Her pad was located on the second floor of the building and she woke up each day seeing the same view of residential roofs around her. When she looked back again to see the shadow on the roof, there was no one in there. She putted a hand on her chest as if catching her own heart from jumping.

Was that a phantom? She asked herself.

For awhile she didn’t move. The silence stretched and she couldn’t take it any longer. She could have just imagined it as if the night was playing trick on her. She inhaled deeply and released it and crossed the room to turn on the light. The florescent light flooded the entire room washing away the shadows and the grim brought by the darkness. She closed her eyes and massaged her temple while her breathing was going back to normal. She went to the mini kitchen to drink a glass of water.

She was beginning to feel normal again. It must be nothing, she convinced herself.

Then a whooshing sound caught her that made her turned around in haste. She placed the glass on the table and went back to the window to check. There was nothing there and feeling of someone watching her made the hair on her nape stood. Someone caught her eyes that made her heart stopped.

What was that? She thought. Her mouth agape in horror from what she saw.

On the window was a rose red as blood.

To be continue...

       

   

     

  

  

BOOK REVIEWS: Anna Dressed In Blood

Thoughts: The title itself gives me a spooky/ horror vibe. At first I was thinking of Stephen King's novel Carrie but later on as I started reading it and finally meet our in house ghost name Anna, my perception changed to the modern day Bloody Mary. The book in my opinion is a coming of age story of a ghost whisperer with a twist. Instead of helping lost spirits find their peace and crossover, our protagonist name Cas send those rogue bad spirits to the other side with the help of his athame knife he inherited from his dead father.

To say the least, Cas is our 21st Century Ghost Buster. With the help of his new found friends, a queen bee name Carmel and a young witch name Thomas, Cas took his job seriously and only vanquish ghosts that are guilty of harming humans. But then the challenge of his lifetime started when he comes face to face with Anna's ghost. The main reason of hunting Anna is to kill her but the wheel changes when Anna finally show Cas her life story and instead of driving a knife to eliminate her, Cas felt something for Anna that made him look at her in a different perspective.

The bond that they created made Cas took a step back and rethink about his profession. But then what is happening between them is just a tip of the iceberg because something is lurking behind that will going to throw all of them off the wagon.

Ghost love story is weird and creepy but the premise of this book is light and easy to deal with. The writer did a great job making a spooky subject into a fun and entertaining read. A lot of times I found myself laughing in some of the scenes.

Favorite Scene: My favorite moment would be, every time Cas showed up in Anna's door step, in her Victorian haunted house somewhere in an abandon suburb to talk her out so he could kill her. While she was busy throwing him on the wall and sending all her fury to kill him first, Cas couldn't admit that while his ribcage is breaking, he couldn’t get enough of her. So despite of all his bruises and limping, he still keeps on coming.  

Like/Unlike: Of course I like this book and I am currently reading book two.

Favorite Character/s: Thomas and Cas

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