Thursday, August 29, 2013

Vengeance is not Ours, It`s of God`s Summary and reflection

So, again and again Sir Ket gave us a new blog to write about.


This story is called: "Vengeance is not Ours, It`s of God`s"

The story goes during the Japanese Occupation of the Philippines. A blind boy solemnly begs in front of dozens of people for a single crust of bread. Then he retells the sequence of events that lead him to his present situation. He was part of a happy family. Until his father was arrested by the Japanese(Possibly those Japanese Soldiers were the Kempeitai or the Japanese Secret Police responsible for the arrest of any people under occupied territory that would be a possible threat to the empire), so Oscar and his mother chase his father that was taken away. Until they just found his father hanged to a tree and was executed by the Japanese. With pure rage Oscar rowed revenge for the murder of his father. A few weeks has passed and Oscar and his mother was left homeless and without a dad, he was the only one left to nurse his sick mother. Oscar heard the church bell ring and they hurried inside, but suddenly bombers(possibly from American Carriers trying to take the Philippines back) began dropping bombs in the area. Oscar`s mother was hit by the bomb. So Oscar again vowed vengeance, but, his mother`s last words were:"No, Oscar. Vengeance, it's God's."



My reflection:
I mean damn! It`s like there the most unlucky family! Talk about double-trouble! First his dad was murdered by the Japanese, the second his mom was hit by a bomb, and now his blind?!
Could it get any worst?!
But it's true, Oscar may not have his revenge, but God did that for him. My reflection is no matter how hopeless your situation is, you need to trust in God to lead you to greener pastures. You could truly imagine the hardships our countrymen faced during the occupation times. So now that we have our freedom, we must enjoy it and treasure it and thank God for it!



-Micheal Fuentes




Where`s the Patis?


Miyerkules, Agosto 28 2013

Where`s the Patis

So, I`m here to talk to you about the summary of something that I just read with the title: "Where the hell is the Soy Sauce?! Tell me damn it!" Ok, enough with jokes. Here's the real title: "Where`s the Patis?" It's about some guy locked up abroad who misses the local delicacy of his country. The good R.P. He misses the rice of his hometown, the pancit gusado reeking with garlic in the streets of  Quiapo, or the lapu-lapu or the frog legs from Pampanga.


OK. Let me talk about my reflection of the essay. The guy misses the Philippines. Do I need to say more?
I mean, hello?! would you even like to live in a foreign land where the people there are not the same people you know? Or the foods? You know, I`ve been to Hong Kong, and we ate nothing but noodles, noodles, noodles. Which is good by the way, what I mean is, how could you survive leaving your own country?  I don't understand how people could survive having to leave their own country. As for me, I`m not leaving my country. Toto ain't going nowhere papi!



-Micheal Fuentes