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Don't even think of entering this inner mind full of chasm, death and destruction.

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Pinagpala ng Tadhana, Sinumpa ng Kasaysayan - Blessed by Fate, Cursed by History

A concept art for Act II of the webcomic, The Aswang from Santa Rosa.

You can read the first chapter here: https://webkomph.com/comics/ang-aswang-mula-sa-santa-rosa/pitong-taon

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Philippine Martial Law inspired Manga/Graphic Novel

If you want to read dystopian, folk horror, historical fiction set in 1980s Philippines, this webcomic might pique your interest. Though I cannot promise historical accuracy, since this is an alternative history fiction. A scenario where EDSA People Power Revolution never happened and the Marcos regime was replaced with a more brutal one - one that declared war against the supernatural.

Read the first chapter here [Tagalog]

Ang Aswang Mula sa Santa Rosa | WebKom Pinoy Komiks

Set in 1993, the Reyes regime faces its own demise as revolutionary forces encircle Manila putting an end to his corrupt and autocratic rule

Ang Aswang Mula sa Santa Rosa

Synopsis:

Set in 1993, the Reyes regime faces its own demise as revolutionary forces encircle Manila putting an end to his corrupt and autocratic rule. Amid the turmoil, fate reuinites two former childhood friends from Santa Rosa: Janine Reyes, the wife of the dictator Alejandro Reyes and Shirley Madlangsakit, an assassin serving the New Peoples Army – both were torn apart by a massacre that turned them into blood-thirsty aswangs. Their reunion sparks an unfamiliar longing neither of them understands

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Why do selfless people exist?

A little context: I posted this in Quora about 5 years ago. During this time, two of my comrades were arrested after a protest here in the Philippines. They were arrested after a year of being detained after being proven innocent. Now, a lot of my comrades are on a criminal list again, and I always return to this piece whenever I feel scared and hopeless.

Anyway...

Why do selfless people exist?

Answers here are mostly negative, so I figured sharing a few about the selfless people I know to spark a little positivity.

There are these few people I know, they are activists. They fight for things like land rights, indigenous peoples, education, labor rights, all those sort of stuff. Some of them also teach to children and teenagers from far flung areas that were affected by war. The thing is, when I was around these people, I noticed a stark difference between me who was just a student struggling and learning with activists, from the activists themselves. It was as if they gave their whole life to the struggle, unlike me who was still latching to the privileges and comforts that I had, and the opportunities I could get from my education. In that way, I was selfish because I knew they were just the same age as me and supposedly the same opportunities yet, they chose this life.

This was even emphasized when arrests happened, and me and my comrades were scared of what was going to happen. The first thing that came to my mind was to go back to the life I once had. The self centered life where I could focus on my studies, eat junk food, play games and binge watch movies. But they kept fighting, and I was even ashamed to think that way. It was as if they were not latching into something, while I still was.

So why do selfless people exist? Why not? I think what I saw from those people was what it meant to be free. It is not actually true that humans are naturally selfish, there are neolithic proofs about that. This society of ours breeds self-interest and it disguises it as ‘freedom’, but the thing is many things our constrained due to our class position, wealth, status, fame, possessions and so on. And it is in our desire to acquire wealth and privilege in a system that encourages such, that makes man turn against man. Most of our tragedies in the modern world come from this philosophy our society encourages such (imperial wars, crimes, exploitation, oppression).

In our place, these selfishness even has consequences because there are killings and arrests all around, people are starving, or have no place to go to school or to work. It would be a sin to see these things yet not do anything about it.

The only path to freedom is selflessness. That’s to no surprise that John Lennon wrote that song.

Link to the actual post:

Why do selfless people exist?

Answer (1 of 8): Answers here are mostly negative, so I figured sharing a few about the selfless people I know to spark a little positivity.

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Aklasan (Uprising)

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Ang Kwento ng Pagkain

Siya ay saging na inani

Sa malawakang plantasyon sa de Oro

Siya ay nagtupad sa isang kuta

Ng magsasakang inagawan ng lupa

At siya'y binenta sa isang merkado

Para sa isang negosyante sa Monkayo

Dito binigyan siya ng pangalan

Ang kanyang kalakip na presyo

At siyay dinamitan katulad ng mga kasama niya

Na papunta sa mga sentro ng produksyon

Sa Davao, Zamboanga, Cebu, Maynila

At ang iba pa, sa Estados Unidos at Tsina

Ang pinuntahan naman ni saging

Ay isang resort sa Maynila

Kung saan siyay ipapakain

Sa mga hari at reyna, mga kapitalista at artista

Bago paman iyan, makasalamuha niya

Ang mga manggagawa sa kusina

Sinisigawan, pinagpaguran

At higit sa lahat, pinapagutom

Katulad ng lahat na nakasalamuha ni saging

Pinahirapan, Inaapi, Pinapaslang

Sila'y pinagbintangang magnanakaw

Sa sarili nilang ani at gawa

Ngunit walang magagawa si saging

Dahil tinadhana siyang maging pagkain

Lalo't lalo na sa nagharing burgesya

Na nagmamay-ari sa bulok na sistema

Ang paglaya ng tao ay kalayaan rin para kay saging

Na ang kalagahan ni saging at ng tao

Ay hindi nakakadena sa pera

At sa tubo ng iilang naghari

#poetry

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“Tulo Ng Dugo” (Drop of Blood)

About Shirley searching for her blood roots (her family) only to find out she’s the only one left to fight for her people. 

This is part of something I’m currently writing (and currently drawing as well). I might post often soon about this stuff.

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Passage 01. Lens Calinao

I don’t write songs, I hear things. From the rustling of the trees to the snoring of a 17-year-old. Unlike you, I haven’t travelled through kingdoms and mountains. I’ve stayed here all my life, in this hut surrounded by bamboos and tropical trees. The bees always played a buzz right through my ears. Never have I seen these things, but I felt them, I heard them. As for the stringed ball, I have held it and played a harmonious sound with the wind. Playing “do-re-mi-fa-so” through the tip of my fingers.

“It’s not over yet.” She said, as she stopped snoring.

I hadn’t gone far as to reach the chorus of the song. I had to memorize the lyrics before playing this song, I had to sing the song like the singer. Though, I couldn’t feel what the songwriter meant, as I didn’t experience it myself. The words alone couldn’t give me a clue on what she felt or meant. For I only see literal darkness, no revolutions, nor people’s struggles, altogether. I could only sing songs of this darkness, songs of my blindness.

May Aswang Sa Bandang Santa Rosa - Ch.001

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Strange Weather In Tokyo - Karmic Connection (Review)

By the way, before I start talking about what’s in my mind today or what I did, I’m going to talk about a book. Partly because I have no one to talk to about this. I wanted to point out this particular scene where Tsukiko and her “sensei” were talking, just after they run to each other under the night sky. They were particularly talking about “karmic connections” which simply states that we are destined from our previous lives to reconnect these soul/spirit relationships here on Earth. It is a Buddhist belief. It is based on energy and probably where the idea of a “soul-mate” or “twin-flame” came from. I find it weird, that the relationships I have with my friends and other beings, are not in line with my vibrational wavelength. That’s why I tend to feel lonely and tired every time I go home despite having the fun and laughter moments with my pals. The only vibration that could fit my spiritual energy, was her. It’s coincidental, but not that random. I felt less alone with that specific person, like there was this magical telepathy every time we talked. Despite her distance, I’ve found her, and even we did not have any physical contact, we fell deeply in love. That’s the thing about Long Distance Relationships, you fall in love with the soul, and you start believing in miracles. Now it made sense why she said “What did I do in my past life, to deserve you?” It made sense now what she meant by that. That we once had lived beyond this realm, but we were materialized and brought into bodies which we use to wonder in this plane called existence. Thus we follow the designated paths that we’re supposed to pass, blindly, yet with direction. I could not help but wonder on this tiny bits of dialogue that seemed to strike me.

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03/02

I have nothing in particular to write about today. Nothing other than this green colored room, that I often hang out, waiting for a teacher to come. The thing is, some commotion happened, I dont know what it is but I felt a little heavy in my heart. Perhaps, maybe its because of the girl sitting beside me? Or is it something I've sent earlier? Or did I have a past that even I, dont know about. What really matters is right now. I dont know what to think for the video presentation, other than that my friend who specializes in this kind of thing, did not come today. For he states he is sick, as if he had to carry the weight of a car to get it. I dont know what I'm feeling exactly. Lonely? Is that the term? This is what I get for talking too much. I talk too much but speak so less. I sometimes hate the fact that I merely dont register to the individual consciousness of this physical world. That I am holistically, disconnected from everyone. That I could'nt find a place where I could find peace in society. Forcing my way out and socializing is not my thing, though I want to learn more about other people. Its so strange to say that right now, I want to die. I dont know why, but it was just a thought. I couldnt grasp my own emotions, thats why I wrote it down. Maybe I want to lie in someone's shoulders? Maybe I need some kind of deep emotional connection. Maybe I need to take back what I said about depressed people? I dont know. I guess thoughts of wanting to die is conmon in human experience, though I want to investigate its commonality. Because people get depressed because of grades, meaningless work, money and sickening relationships. Though me, I dont know why. Maybe I'm not human? I couldnt think that I'm one. Its as if emotions do not exist in my universe and I have to live according to what is told. I have to supress my emotions in irder to see my true self.

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02/29

It was just the end of such a tiresome week. Many things happened here and there, but I couldnt grasp the totality of it. I dreamt about a close friend dying. It sounds strange despite

I'm so strangely tired. Ten minutes before the entrance exam, I was staring at this white wall. Paintings were above my head, I could tell it represents my anxiety, as if it were to drop at my head. The cold was bearable though I had to wear a jacket to make myself look thick. The university was huge, though I could only see the part wherin there were small huts covered with huge trees