Translating In Spanish mula kay Michael Balaguer (April 4, 2014)
IN the 14th and 15th century, the Roman Catholic Church aims to expand its territorial base in Rome, Italy to Europe, North Africa, Americas and Pacific Islands.
The Papacy held the highest position of power over Kings and Rulers as such utilizing Catholic Kingdoms and Principalities like Spain and Portugal in the Iberian Peninsula.
Spanish Monarchy ruled by King Phillip II, (by which the Philippines is named after) diligently adhere to the Papal Command of propagating the religion across the globe among colonies, spread of the Catholic faith by way of imparting the language in all its dialects and variations.
Currently, consider as 2nd widely spoken language world-wide next only to Mandarin being the 1st and English on 3rd from the present ranking. Countries in all continents in one way or the other spoke some diversity of Spanish.
Nations that adapt it as their official language are situated in North, Central and South Americas, In Europe, Africa and Asia. Indeed there is a need for translations from any language to Spanish.
Businesswise, Education or Diplomatic Relation, the Spanish language is considerably vital in verbal and written communication. Being accustomed in speaking Spanish is imperative whether in disciplined previously mentioned or mere part of everyday conversation.
Business Process Outsourcing Companies or what we refer to as Call centers also apply Spanish in everyday verbal transactions apart from English and Mandarin. Since it is widely spoken, it is deem significant in conveying potent information.
Spanish also is deeply inclined with culture, literature, trade and religion. It also curved a specific niche in world history, the arts, poetry and science. Most borrowed words in the modern English language are derived from Spanish, either in its mother tongue or in its indigenous dialects.
Spain’s Royal family and influential leaders of the Catholic faith did not deviate from the original intent of popularizing the Catholic dogma by way of oral or Written Spanish. Translation is important.
Presently 329 million people in 20 countries speak the language originally intended for Evangelism hence evolved into a multicultural and multiracial lingua franca effective in getting all messages across countless boundaries ergo giving opportunity for knowledge to expand through localization and harmonious understanding peaceful coexistence relatively different to previous practices.
From where I’m coming from, the Spanish language is an integral part of our national heritage. Though not literally included, what we call the basic framework of our native tongue has bits of Spanish grammar and syntax.
Spain didn’t actually inculcate it on our educational system in directly instead they used the might of the friars to do the teachings for them hence we’ve been educated up to the level from which the old folks can do conversational Spanish.
The term “lost in translation” occur due to lack of communication skills or inadequate knowledge resulting to confusion and misinterpretation. Translation per se is what we call a linguistic bridge from one ethnic group to the other in order to achieve a desirable though. The Spanish language is very diverse.
“Scholarship” isang maikling kuwento na nakakatakot mula kay: Michael Balaguer na nilikha nitong abril 16, 2014 firstname.lastname@example.org email@example.com _+639223636989/ +639185770782/ +639063789478 http://www.diaryongtagalog.net _
MASABING isang ulirang ama si Ish. Dalawa ang anak nila ni Nuorin, sina Malik at Izel. Sa kabila ng mababa lang ang inabot sa pag aaral nitong si Ish, naitataguyod niya ng maayos ang kanyang mag anak, pati ng ang mga kaanak ni Nourine na galing probinsya, di makikita ang kinang ng Maynila kung hindi dahil kay Ish.
Isang kagawad ng kanilang barangay sa Caloocan itong mama, ang dahil sa kanyang sipag di lang sa trabaho pati na rin sa serbisyo publiko, hinahangaan itong si Ish. Dahil nga di kapos, bago pa man makuha ang suweldo ay ubos na sa mga bale.
Kailangang magtake ng exams para makapag scholar ang kanyang anak na si Malik. Matalino ang bata at nais na maging inhinyero pagdating ng araw na siyang nais din naman nina Ish at Nuorin, di na nila masyadong pinag tuunan ng pansin ang bunsodng si Izel dahil mahina naman ang ulo.
Araw ng pagsusulit nuon at abugaga si Malik na magbihis nab ago mag review, isang nakagawian nang ugali ng bata para wika niya ay masaulo agad niya ang mga itatanong sa kung ano mang pagsusulit na kanyang e eksaman, kaso nuon ay wala namang reviewer.
“mama, malayo pa ang sweldo, sino kaya ang mahihiraman natin ng pambayad sa scholarship exam ni anak?” tanong ni Ish kay Nourin “e..kay Isyang ka na lang manghiram muna, maliit lang naman yan, 150 pesos, baka naman pahiramin tayo?” wika ni Nourin.
Nung umaga ring iyon ay nagtungo si ish sa bahay ni Isyang, kapatid ni Nourin na bunso. Kumatok sa pinto ng kanilang dalawang grading bahay na malaki. Toktoktok, Isyang? Tawag niya ng marahan sa katahimikan ng madaling araw, isang negosyante na nagtitinda ng RTW sa Divisoria Mall itong si Isyang at ang kanyang asawang si Menardo ay OFW na nuon ay nasa ibayong dagat, sa barko na naglalayag sa pagitan ng Amerika at Europa.
Halos isang oras nang kumakatok si Ish sa pintuan nina Isyang na nagsimula ng alas 4 ng umaga. Nang paalis na siya ay biglang bumukas ang bintana at dumungaw si Isyang “ay kuya, ikaw pala! ano ba yan? Ang aga mo naman mambulahaw? Bababa ako dyan” wika nito. Sinabi ni Ish ang kanyang problema at sabi ni Isyang ay papuntahin na lamang si Malik sa duon upang kunin ang pera.
inasahan ni Ish na talagang tutulong at magbibigay ang hipag dahil wala namang ipinakitang masama si Ish sa kanilang angkan, na kung hindi dahil sa kanya ay hindi makararating ng Maynila ang buong tribo ng mga ito, I nihanap niya ng trabaho at nang maging matagumpay ang ilan ay nakalimutan na siya pero sa kabila nuon ay di siya naghinanakit.
Kaya nga nagtungo sa Tiya niya Isyang itong si Malik ngunit imbes na pahiramin siya ng pang iskolar niya ay pinagalitan pa siya at sinabihang wag na lang mag aral at maging atsoy na lang at alagaan na lang ang magulang niya. Dinamdam ng bata ang naging reaksyong iyon ng tiyahin pero hindi agad ito sinabi sa amang si Ish hanggang sumapit ang gabi.
Pagsapit ng dapithapon ay umuwi na buhat sa trabaho at patang-pata itong si Ish na lagging nasa field bilang sales representative. “o ano anak? tiyak pasado ka na dyan sa iskolar mo nay an, tama yan para wala nang masyadong bayaran si papa” wika ni Ish sa panganay. “pa, di naman ako nakapag exam at di naman akoa pinahiram, sinisi pa ako” wika ni malik sa ama.
“hayaan mo gawa na lang tayo siguro ng paraan” wika ni Ish pero nagdamdam siya at dahil may nararamdaman na itong sakit ay unti unting nakasama ito sa kanyang kalusugan. Ilang buwan pa ang lumipas kasama ng ibat-iba nilang problema sa pera kasama ng pagbagsak ng katawan ni Ish dahil sa depresyon at sobrang pag inom ng alak, namatay ito, ngunit na comatose muna ng halos tatlong araw.
Iilan lamang ang naka a alam ng kundisyon ni Ish nuon. Iilan lamang rin ang naka a alam na na-ospital ito at na comatose.
Kaya blangko ang mga kakilala niya sa nangyari sa mama, sa barangay nuong unang gabi nan a coma si Ish. Nakita ni Uta, kapwa kagawad niya at lagi siyang ipinagti timpla ng kape at binibigyan ng miryenda tuwing gumagawa sa barangay hall. Nakita ni Uta si Ish na nagta type sa typewriter ng napakaraming dokumento.
Hindi siya makapasok dahil nakapinid ang pinto. Maliwanag ang ilaw at malakas ang tunog nuon ng makinilya. Hindi na pinansin ni Uta ito dahil sa tuwina naman ay lagi niyang nakikita si Ish sa mga oras na iyon, mga alas 10 ng gabi.
Hanggang sa di kalayuan ay nakita niyang maliwanag na sa bahay nina Ish at maraming tao, tanong niya sa nakasalubong na kapitbahay. “ano nangyari duon? Si Kagawad Ish busy sa barangay ah bakit maliwanag sa kanila?” wika niya “ano?
“Hindi mob a alam?” wika ng kapitbahay, “ang alin?” ayon kay Uta “patay na si kagawad!, na istrok daw, at na comatose pa ng ilang araw” dagdag pa ng kapitbahay. Nagulat at natulala ang kagawad. Sinasabing bukod sa barangay hall na tuwina ay nakikitang nagmamakinilya si Ish na lagi niyang ginagawa, may nagsasabi ring nakikita ito ng kanyang mga dating kainuman at nag iimbitang pumunta sa kanila ilang araw habang sa tunay na buhay ay nakaratay at na-comatose ito sa Philippine General Hospital.
Tuwing madaling araw ng alas 4:00 ay may tumatawag kay Isyang na animo ay boses ng kanyang “kuya Ish”, maka ilang katok ay maraming nagsasabing nakikita nilang may isang lalaki na kahawig nito na lumalakad pa alis ng kanilang bahay.
Nailibing na at matagal nang nasa hukay itong si ish, hanggang ngayon ay dinaramdam pa rin ni Malik ang pangyayaring iyon, tampo at hindi galit ang nadarama ng bata sa pangyayaring iyon. Natapos na ang kuwento ng iskolarsyip at matagal nang napatawad ng naiwang pamilya ang kawalanghiyaang iyon pero lagi pa ring nagpaparamdam ang kalulwa ni Ish, hindi lang sa barangay hall, sa opisina kung saan nakikita siyang malimit na nagkakape sa dati niyang table na nasa third floor.
Natatakot na tuloy umakyat ang mga empleyado ng kanilang kumpanyang TEKMO Ent. Sa third floor kaya ginawa na lang ng may ari na si Don Ramon Iliung na storage ito, malimit kasing magpakita si Ish sa dati niyang lamesa na abalang-abala gaya ng dati nung buhay pa siya, pero higit sa lahat ay ang bulong, bahagyang tawag na gumigising kay Isyang tuwing alas 4:00 ng umaga “Isyang?,Isyang… si Kuya ish ito!” bulong, katok at tawag sa madaling araw dahil sa “scholarship”. End
“Huling SMS” isang maikling kuwento na nakakatakot mula kay: Michael Balaguer na nilikha nitong abril 16, 2014 firstname.lastname@example.org email@example.com _+639223636989/ +639185770782/ +639063789478 http://www.diaryongtagalog.net _
MATAGAL ko ng kaibigan si Bebong, siya ang pinaka eldest sa aking mga schoolmate na kaibigan ko, mahilig siya sa malalaking motorsiklo at iyon ang kanyang service minsan tuwing pumapasok kami sa paaralan. Delikado talaga ang magmotor, araw-araw sa datos ng traffic bureau duon sa aming bayan ay lagi may na aksidente.
Hindi alam kung ano ang dahilan, sabi ay delikado at mapanganib ang kubada sa daang papalabas ng bayan kaya marami ang nadudulas at kung malasin ay masugatan o mamatay. “lagi naman yang dinaraanan ng motor” sagot ni Bebong nung balaan naming kung di maiiwasang magmotor ay huwag nang dumaan sa nasabing kurbada.
“makulit yan e” wika ni Joel, isa naming barkada na nabagok ang bungo dahil sa rollerblades. “tingnan mo itong si Joel kuya Bebong nagtanda na, ikaw kaya kalian ka magtatanda?” wika ko sa kanya. “naku ha, yung mga naa aksidenteng yan, walang helmet yan!, ako mayroon” sagot ni Bebong sa akin. “oo nga, yung mga nababangga walang helmet, ikaw pag maaksidente ka, durug-durog ang katawan mo at muka ka nang nasagasan ng tren pero buo pa ang ulo mo,hahaha!” masayang biro ni Albert at nagtawanan kaming lahat.
Lagi raw may mga naa aksidente sa nasabing lugar kaya minarapat ng local government unit na lagyan ng napakaraming signages sa lahat ng kanto bago at paka lagpas ng nasabing kurbada at sa kahabaan ng nasabing daan. May mga bulung-bulungang may kinukuha raw ang angkanto ng nasabing kalsada dahil madawag pa sa nasabing bayan at iilan pa lang ang kabahayan ay kalsada na ito.
Naging saksi sa maraming kinitilan ng buhay sa nakaraang mga digmaan ang nasabing kalsada at ayon sa mga matatanda ay kundinadong mga kalulwa ang nangunguha ng mga taong isinasama nila sa kanilang kinalalagyan ang malimit isalaysay ng mga tunay na taal na taga ruon.
Matatagpuan ang nasabing daal kumukrus sa dalawang bayan, daraanan ang ilang mga gusaling sambahan ng malalaking kristiyanong sekta pati ang ilang industriyalisadong sona na dati raw ay punong-puno ng talahib at katubigan.
Pinamamahayan ng mga sawa, at kung minsan ay naging kontrobersyal dahil minsan nang pinagtapunan ng mga criminal kuno na pinatay lang ng pulis upang itago ang mga kasalanang sila ang gumawa. Dahil nga nasa makabagong panahon na at di na halos mabakas ang anino ng nakaraan pati ang nakaraang buhay ng nasabing kalsada particular ng kurbadang kinasasangkutan ng aksidente.
Tuwing gabi lang nararamdaman ang kilabot ng nasabing daan, tuwing iilan na lang ang bumibiyaheng jeepney, madalang na lang ang tricycle na lumalabas at ang karamihan ng tao ay himbing na himbing na natutulog sa kanilang mga tahanan o mga kubo nuon na ngayon ay naglalakihang mga bahay.
Marami nang industriya sa kahabaan ng nasabing daan at kung hindi superstitious ang mga bagong lipat ay masasabing ideal na lugar at bayan ang nasabing munisipalidad dangan lang ay naiiba ang timpla ng kausap kung ikukuwento ng mga taal na taga ruon ang mapait na kasaysayan ng nasabing provincial road.
Ma-diskarte sa buhay si Bebong at malaki ang pangarap niya sa aming barkada sakaling makatapos raw kami ng kolehiyo at ma-PR siya, ma-boka kaya kinagigiliwan ng marami at natural nadadala niya ang buong barkada kaya kawalan talaga nuong biglaan siyang namatay dahil sa madugong aksidente.
Nakasakay siya sa big bike nang bumilis ang kanyang sasakyan at pagsapit sa kurbada ay dumiretso siya sa pader ng isang kapilya ng isang malaking sekta ng kristiyanong relihiyon na matatagpuan sa gawing kanan ng kahabaan ng kalsada.
Bago maganap ang nasabing aksidente ni Bebong ay isinasama pa niya ako na pumunta kina Joel angkas sa kanyang malaking motorsiklo pero bigla akong tinamad at sinabi kong next time na lang, kung nagkataon pala ay maaring magkasama kami sa hukay ng kaibigan ko iyon.
May syota itong si Bebong at ayon sa syota niyang si Girly, matagal na silang hindi nagkikita, abala rin kasi sa pag aarala ang dalawa at medyo may kalayuan rin ang mga bahay ng isat-isa. Dahil nga mis na mis na nila ang isa-isa di maiwasang magkatampuhan dahil hindi nga sila madalas magkita.
Naging paraan ng kanilng komunikasyon ang text o SMS at lagi silang nagte text kaya parang di masyado big deal ang di nila pagkikita pero halos bumaha ng luha ng pinakahuli nilang pagkikita nito lang na patay na si Bebong.
Bago mamatay si Bebong , may mag premonition na siyang ipinakita sa amin, di naman siya ma emote pero nitong mga huling bahagi ng kanyang buhay ay panay ang text niya na “di ko kayo makakalimutan, kayo ang mga tunay kong kaibigan” mga text na talagang hindi niya isini send sa amin dati dahil hindi nga siya yaong taong ma emote.
Kuwento ni Girly, ilang lingo bago mamatay si Bebong, nagtext daw siya ng pangungumusta at nagset sila kung kalian sila magkikita pero hindi nakapunta si Bebong. Nagalit ang babae at hindi nagtext ng matagal. Ilang araw ay nagtext si Bebong na “mahal, mukang di tayo pwede magkita ngayon, kung okay lang sa iyo ay ikaw na lang ang pununta naman sa bahay” kuwento ni Girly.
Pinalagpas niya ang ilang araw at nagtext siyang pupunta siya, ang araw na di niya inaasahang makita na ang kanyang minamahal ay nakalagay na sa kahon at isang malamig na bangkay. Sumagot si Bebong sa text, ang huling text na nai record sa cellphone na nuon ay wala nang gumagamit at naitabi na ang simcard kasama ng baterya.
Pagdating ni Girly sa di kalayuan sa bahay ni Bebong, nagtaka siya ng makitang parang maraming tao, maliwanag at parang may handaan, ngunit kinabahan siya habng papalapit sa bahay ng kanyang kasintahan, lalo ng makitang may mga nag iiyakan at nang makita niyang nasa ataul na si Bebong ay di siya makapaniwala dahil kasasagot lang sa kanya sa huling text nito.
Tinanong niya kay Aling Nena, nanay ni Bebong kung kalian ito namatay “Magtatlong araw na anak” wika nito. “paano po nangyari iyon e ka text ko pa siya?” wika ni Girly. Gulat lahat ang ina at nang ipakita ang number at mga natanggap na mensahe ay nakumbinsi itong si Bebong ang nag send, nagsend sa kanyang minamahal ng tinatawag nating Huling SMS. End
A short future fiction story By: Michael Balaguer July 30, 2012 firstname.lastname@example.org email@example.com _+639223636989/ +639185770782/ +639063789478 http://www.diaryongtagalog.net _
Julius Grey is an Archaeologist. A man of science like himself usually perceive things in a different way yet believe not only on himself but on the results of his “so called- science based hypothesis”. He’s an agnostic he’s not one of those who believe in some divine providence and something to that sort that has a hand on the everyday lives of humanity.
In studying ancient civilizations he has uncover vaults of truth. In all of his travels around the globe he only has one thing on his mind. He never talked to anybody about this but only to his trusted confidant and lover Lily. They have been together for a decade, through thick and thin but they aren’t married.
So when Lily died in a fatal shuttle accident though devastated inside, Dr. Grey seemed unaffected, continuously displaying poker face amid the grieving relatives of his long time partner. So instead of lounging into depression, Dr. Grey spend most of his time doing what he always wanted, exploring.
A funding agency together with a colleague, talk with him about an exploration, all about a topic they’ve long been argued about but does not seriously thought of venturing in for exploration. “Now, you’re that sure? That it’s there? It’s been decades since that issue has been in the journals” Dr. Grey Uttered.
“Yes, the so called Arctic Hole is the one they call the center, it hasn’t been explored yet and anyone attempting to do so disappeared, and gone without a trace” his friend replied that a little later be known as Fritz Evans, a fellow archaeologist at the University of the Philippines who has been studying the phenomena for years.
Dr. Evans was able to source fund for an exploration and as a skeptic himself like Dr. Grey, both of them along with their other colleagues want to find the origins of humanity or at least what other non science-based researchers say about it.
“Humanity is an accident, we all are sprout from a single cell organism and right now I know we will prove that evolution is indeed the only scientific reasoning we need to believe”. Dr. Grey says at a pre departure forum conducted at their university in Manila.
“Damn you! Were created by God not by your deceptive explanations! You’re deceiving the people!” says Rev. Joshua Kings PhD., Both a professor and a Catholic Priest.
A shaman named Alexander Long-Hood warned Julius not to embark on his rendezvous with the unknown. “We’re worms live with them and eventually we’ll be like them, do not go or you’ll turn like them!” he said. “Stupid people go for stupid ideas!” Julius murmured as he walked passed the delegates of the forum.
“Hey, ready for the voyage?” Anna asked. “Yes, and I know I’ll get a positive result on this expedition!” Julius replied proudly. Anna is an acquaintance she’s from another university found also in Manila not a faculty but has a keen interest in archaeology. In a spiritual seminar situated at the round about of the University of the Philippines’ football yard, Anna attended together with members of a local women organization.
The session hasn’t been started but most of the attendees are already present. “Who’s going to be our speaker today? Is it the shaman from the south?” one lady asked. “I don’t know, the lady in blue I guess Pinky is her name, told us a while ago that someone will talk about the origin of humanity” another lady barged in. “Hey, I guess that’s the one who will talk so let’s listen” Anna asked.
In Julius’ residence he’s preparing for the trip, he ‘s bringing the necessary and usual tool he needs when doing an archaeological expedition. The ride can be bumpy and dangerous he said to himself but in these trying times someone has to prove a point. Julius has a point to prove, in his mind the ends of the Earth lies in that hole in the Arctic. The hole where too many conspiracy theories said that it is a gateway to the underground universe.
So it is for Julius and his group, at least for his final group because it has been the third group of explorers venturing the same mission and not accomplishing anything except too many unwanted experiences. The flight to Japan is about an hour. Three connecting flights up to the mouth of the hole in the Arctic, it will include another little plane from Japan to Siberia and from there the group will be divided into two small amphibious plane that will stop at the event horizon.
In Japan, they purchased additional equipments. A few jackets and a lot of things that will warm them in the Arctic cold, food and others that will ensure if not prolong their survival over the Earth’s natural freezer. It was at dusk, in the eastern part of the sky amidst the occasional cloudiness projects a spew of radiant colors. “What’s that? So beautiful?” one of the onlooker says. “It’s the Aurora Borealis or the Northern Lights” another explains. Julius remembers how Lily would ask similar questions during their travel especially when it’s their first time to visit.
Julius lived alone and it seem he’s destined to be for he puts his career and money above all before love and commitment. Dr. Julius Grey has never been always like that. Born from a lower middle class family in Manila, he’s a son of a United States Air force soldier stationed in the Philippines when the American Bases are still in the country.
His mother and father were married but his father died due to an accident fixing a plane, he’s father is a certified aircraft mechanic. During a routine maintenance check one morning he visited several planes in the hangar and in one of those planes he went under to check if everything was alright and if it is working properly. Fate must have intervened on that faithful day because aside from no one is with him that time, Julius remembered that a twenty-five kilo unexploded missile warhead accidentally detached from its position and dropped exactly at the head of Julius’ dad that has resulted in its untimely demise.
From the airport in Japan Julius and the group encountered a blistering cold. It was already winter, few days after the last autumn leaves fell of the ground. And so they continued transferring from one plane to another until they had reached the mountains of ice where part of the crater is located. About a kilometer already and it seem as though a large hole has been drilled up to the center of the Earth.
They had embark on the starting point of the journey by stepping down on the ice ten persons compose the expedition team which include Julius and Fritz and eight others excluding the two plane pilots whom will come back in a week to pick them up.
The rough surface of the ice serves both positive and negative omen. Plus in a sense that either one of the crew will have no chance on slipping and sliding down the hole into the dark abyss. Negative because they don’t need to slip to get sucked up. The air seemed to gradually pull anyone or anything inside the dark matter.
Julius remembered his late professor in a discussion turned heated debate regarding the Hollow Earth theory. “The Earth isn’t hollow, your minds are!” he uttered in a most sarcastic manner. His archaeology professor is an advocate of the said theory where this place they’re venturing seemed to be some sort of opening or portal to the underground civilizations.
His former professor is a Buddhist Dharma, graduated as a SHAMBALA Master. Incidentally, the civilizations found in the hollow earth are SHAMBALA. Implying that the masters went on pilgrimages underground in order to attain such a rank.
The blistering cold is harsh and unpredictable. Though it has affected all of them individually, two of his crew from the eight individuals cannot seem to withstand the cold. The two men frost and died.
One by one with pick axes they slowly descend to the dark matter watching their depths and monitoring the instruments they carry until three of the crew suffered hypothermia. The gradual and somewhat excruciating demise of his companions slightly made him thing of backing out.
Hence the craving and hunger on what was on the other end is much of an imperative than minding the so-called casualties of war whom for Julius serves only as pawns in his personal game of chess. And so the remaining five of them continue the descent strapped in the harness that can withstand extreme temperatures are only the first line of defense incase of an impending act of God.
It’s a frozen hell like Evans says, the darkness coupled with extreme cold in an environment like no one has ever seen before. They saw no luminous animal that glows in the dark, much less no gateway, portal or civilization that came parallel to the surface. Not to exaggerate about it Anna says that only its pitch-black surroundings envelop the five of them.
So Julius, Fritz, Anna, Hannah and Harold descends at a minimum speed piercing into an unknown destination into the Earth’s interior passing the crust, mantle and whatever it is deem nothing to the motley crew until they’ve reached a stopping point, a plateau to rest and make another connection to the harness.
In the course of the connection, Harold and Hannah (whom the group didn’t know as lovers) had an argument about sex, where they had sex with different individuals before the expedition coming to a point where Harold shouts and told Hannah that she’s a whore.
Obviously the girl fought back by saying that the guy is a sick homosexual pervert. The heated argument burned and overrides the actual frozen ambiance until Hannah attempt on punching Harold whom has made to elude the lady’s swinging fist. Since its dark, Hannah lost her balance and went onto freefall but made to grab the harness connected with Harold at the end so both of them fell.
Anna heard a banging sound seemed a short distance down from where they were. Traversing about half a kilometer down, the roughness of the wall though about a mile in circumference approximately justifies both the fear and curiosity. The batteries from the flashlights in their helmets are weakening thus the luminance of the light emitting diodes gradually fades.
“Hey the light are fading how can we find our way?” Anna asked. “Improvise, feel your surroundings” Fritz uttered. “Yes indeed the LED’s are fading because the batteries are made in China, low quality product. Even the LED’s used in our flashlights are made in China” Julius lamented.
“Man I don’t feel the walls its quite far from each other!” Fritz says. “Don’t raise your voice! I’m beside you stupid” Julius remarked. A deafening silence enveloped the environment not a sound resonate. “Anna, are you still with us?” Julius asked and told Fritz to feel and keep an eye on the rope after him.
Later they found that the rope was accidentally cut with by a stalagmite that along the wall that was quite razor sharp. There they assumed that Anna has been accidentally cut and fell along with the others before. “Shit man Anna fell, its up to us and the end now!” Fritz feared assumption that could eventually be realized.
About a thousand feet from the surface, the two traversed along with the each other side-by-side. Notwithstanding the pressure and force of the tectonic plates alongside the gorge, Fritz and Julius pierced the slowly narrowing passage seem to have an unpredicted ending.
The air is thin, so both conserve their oxygen supply in their respective tanks, a few meters afar, down the abyss a flat form they stumbled upon a place with a hole a size of a house and afar was an illuminating glow.
Fritz says he cant breath, so Julius asked why and Fritz replied that he’ oxygen is running low. Before Julius can give a portion of his air to Fritz’ air tank, the second died because he can’t breath. In that instance Julius got shocked and accidentally opened his helmet only to find out that there is air in the abyss and he can naturally breathe.
Continuing the stride he felt hot instead of numbness and cold, he took off his jacket and gears and continue the walk. A few kilometers into the tunnel he felt extreme humidity so he took off his pants and shirt and continue to walk up to a certain point in which the ceiling is almost above his head.
No turning back now he perceive the light from afar but has no idea what is it or what is in it, it seem far but he has no doubt that what is in it may reveal the answer to his long time question about life.
The hole became about 5 feet and he has to crawl down only the light at the other end is holding him either to push forward of go back but he persistently push forward up to the point of seeing what is at the other end. He saw something he’s never seen before, a child of a different feature, large about 40 feet in height and as if the place is a house.
Then, he aw another person as if it was her mother telling the child in an unknown language that he shouldn’t touch something going to Julius’ direction. He hypothesized that the other end is some sort of a portal, a wormhole or a gate into another part of space and he theorized that the hollow earth theory is a fact but it is a gateway into this dimension.
All his answers are revealed when he forcibly penetrated the hole and he has dropped at the glass of water, the large child shouted as if frightened to see him, a worm from the wormhole, the apple, he came from the apple. He traversed 38 million light years from the earth into a wormhole where he puffed to become a semi microscopic organism, the micro genesis of man is a worm from a fruit eaten by a civilization large humans billions of miles from the place we call Earth. (30)
A short future fiction story by Michael Balaguer dated July 30, 2012 with email accounts firstname.lastname@example.org; email@example.com +639223636989/ +639185770782/ +639063789478; http://www.diaryongtagalog.com
I held my backpack and hoist it over my right shoulder before I put my loaded caliber forty machine pistol with a laser-guided sight in its holster at the back of my royal blue denim pants. I’m on a mission, a mission to clear our family’s honor by way of obliterating the non-honorable.
That was Monday, morning at around five thirty. Before the rooster shout its early calling at dawn, influx of San Mariners flock in front of the town hall in boycott. San Mariner our town has lush greens and bounded by cascading falls, hills and a countryside ambiance truly magnificent.
My town folk including my dad liked it to stay that way, I mean for good, forever if possible. Notwithstanding the noise and several arguments poised by all others in their people’s organization, they only conquer on a common stand, that is to say “No To The Industrial Park Construction”.
All I see is the dirt road ahead after I made several steps down the staircase coming out of our main door. “Aren’t you having breakfast first before you went over to where ever you’re going child?’ Mother asked and I told her “Later mother, as soon as I come home with good news I’ll give you a present”.
“Okay, you take care darling”, Mother replied and I went on my way to convene with the road ahead. I usually travel with my one twenty five, the only vehicle I know I can drive but on that day I prefer to walk. I walk on to the road less traveled, I has been like that because our deputized representative preferred to clear the vegetation to build an industrial park rather than to construct a usable road.
While I was walking I saw streamers, arcade signs and digitized billboards advertising the road construction that he himself said in a live television interview several weeks before. The interview that made people angry and enticed to join the boycott, protest action and eventually the rally fronting the town hall.
This road leads to nowhere else but on the capital town, the place where I would find the reason for this quest. I enter the town limits of San Mariner, dirty, dusty and rough as the non-honorable Congressman explain behind his failure to continue the road construction “We don’t need roads anymore! We use hovercrafts and floaters to move our electronic vehicles nowadays! Roads are a thing of the past! It’s from an old-school era and it’s not applicable today so we should continue the Industrial Park and discontinue the Road! Anyway, it’s our impending future!” Congressman Aristotle Matthews, the lone district representative of San Mariner in an interview broadcasted via the online television.
The weather kept on changing, hundreds of years ago experts predict that it will be like this but others ignored it. It is indeed negligible because the environment can compensate and adapt on whatever nature does.
It is us mankind who cannot, so it is us who kept on complaining, at least just be resilient enough to adapt and stop the annoying side comments. As I get near the half of my stride going to the number sixty seven on the left side where the capitol is located, I still have to continue my long walk half a kilometer away.
The blue sky changed its hue. From blue to red to lighter pale yellow up to almost darker black in color paints the former bluish atmosphere at the local weatherman predicted it’s going to bring a downpour. It seem raining drop by drop, as I get perpendicular to the first transmission tower, immense discharge of electricity is felt hovering the power line.
“Fascinating” I said. When I get in between the first and the next power line, the uncanny thing happened. Two torches of lightning struck in front and at the back, leaving me faced-down, injured on the head.
Afar I think I saw someone, I hear someone shouting or saying something before the lightning struck “Recyclables, I buy your recyclables, bottles, newspapers, plastics, glass everything” then I felt someone dragging me at the shade of an old pulled down maple tree.
He’s a thin guy, stout, wearing white dirty white shirt and a short filthy pants and in both of his hands where black garbage bags maybe filled with recyclable materials ready to be processed to the nearest plant.
But it’s a dream, a near death experience and an unforgettable nightmare. He’s the last one I saw along with the volts of energy, wet mud and run down maple tree before I closed my eyes and awoke at a new reality.
I awake and find myself on a place too unusual I had to pinch myself to confirm if it isn’t a dream. It is not but it also not my house, my place and where I am from. The room I was in was large, about a hundred square meter with filled with expensive furniture and crafts obviously imported outside the country.
Lavish decorations and paintings along with state-of-the-art communication and security system put in place marked that the one residing isn’t an ordinary person but an individual belonging to the ruling class. I stumbled upon the life-sized mirror and saw myself in it. “No doubt about it, I saw my reflection and it’s definitely me and I but why am I here,” I asked?
Clothe only with white robe without any under garment I went out to explore the surroundings until I passed through several hallways each with doors made I guess from the most expensive wood with locks and knobs of gold and silver and window panes made from stain glass that are made abroad.
I end up, down the hall. In a room about two hundred square meters filed with people in suits an wearing militia type uniforms until someone very pretty approaches me and said “Sir would you like to get dressed first before you attend the meeting?” it was Sharon, she says she’s my personal secretary also acts as an appointment secretary and caretaker of the entire, ten acre estate from which we are in at the moment.
“The Industrial Park has to continue no matter what” a guy in a suit argued. “There are oppositions, we can’t just go ahead and do it if there are o at least a lot who opposes it” the guy dressed in black suit says. “Matthews has all things taking care of, that’s why he’s being paid for” the old lady in white told everybody in the table.
“We should think and re-think about it before anyone gets hurt” the guy on white suit says before I barge in and take the helm about the topic. “Can I Ask what are you people arguing about?” I said. “Didn’t you hear the news? Too much blood has been shed for this project and still the people around the property just doesn’t give in” the lady in red replied while someone who looked like a wrestler and a movie antagonist approached me and whispered “Boss it’s done, our people in the ground has eliminated the head of the pack, they can’t find a suitable replacement for the time being”
I can’t say yes or no at that point what I just did is to say “Alright”. Only to find out later in the news that the head of the fucking pack that they are telling me about is none other than my father with whom the brains of the boycott the Industrial park Movement. As if I was drenched in the coldest water from Antarctica.
All news around has only one headline it is the triumph of the oligarchs, the ruling class over the masses, my father’s dream and the dream of those from our place to see the lushness of our green surroundings forever has been shattered. Dad indeed has died, I never saw myself in either the funeral or the eulogy but I went on the wake as the Congressman and gave my condolences presuming that I am innocent.
Indeed I am, I’m not Matthews, I’m on my way to kill the guy but found myself in his shoes for what, a decade or so from the first query about the Industrial Park Fiasco. I thought of killing myself, indeed if I do it I would be killing Matthews because this is his body and I am somewhere else at least in theory.
But what the hell, dad is dead, I have been a decade since and the industrial park has risen. The thing I regret most about this is that I should have used my one twenty five. If I did these things shouldn’t be happening and reality could have altered its course.
As being Matthews, I got several recognition i’have elevated myself to the Senate, changed all that has to be done, I wanted it for the better but it seem all are inclined to the worst. I saw mother crying outside the window of my limousine. I asked a child, a neighbor how she’s been doing and the kid replies. “She’s been like that since grandpa died” I found out that the kid is my sister’s child.
At number sixty seven, while the regular session is in progress I went out, jump on the car without the driver and Sharon, thinking that in the progression of technology I still would have the technical know how to drive the car instead I didn’t.
The driver’s seat was biometrically designed for my pilot, the on-board computer only accepts his voice commands and the dials are’t user friendly. There are no steering wheels and joysticks instead two buttons on the floor and a touch screen console that isn’t anything like my usual I-phone.
So the car run fast and roars like there’s no tomorrow. I run in speeds to the maximum level, only it doesn’t touch the ground instead hovers and fly, I remember the speech Matthews gave, the reason why he’s discontinuing the construction of the road. “We don’t need roads anymore! We use hovercrafts and floaters to move our electronic vehicles nowadays! Roads are a thing of the past! It’s from an old-school era and it’s not applicable today so we should continue the Industrial Park and discontinue the Road! Anyway, it’s our impending future!”
Two knobs on the floor, I have to make a decision and it has to be a wise one. As I approach a quarter from the kilometer going back to San Mariner From the Capitol I stepped on the Green button/knob and the car engages into a resounding halt. The car and I along with it flipped several times until it plunged nose down on the ground.
The car (MMX 285) flipped upside down and its doors automatically opened and I went out, drenched in my own blood in between the two transmission towers of the local power company. The sky got dark and bluish-smoked shaped clouds were replaced by thundering darkening nimbus clouds getting ready for a downpour.
Instead it gave a roar of thunder, created an echo in higher decibels as if my eardrums could burst off by ears until I saw someone from afar, I can’t hear the sound but the way its mouth moved its like “Recyclables, I buy your recyclables, bottles, newspapers, plastics, glass everything” the guy I saw before I assumed Matthews shoes.
“Hey, don not stand at the middle of the wires, it’s dangerous”. The guy says and he dragged by to the old waiting shed near the billboard advertisement about the road construction of Matthews that never was. Amid his eagerness to save me from the lightning strike, I insisted on getting on the place were he pulled me out, at Matthews car at the middle of the two electric transmission lines.
Hard rain pour over and a mix of thunder and lightning was evident everywhere, after the incident when I insisted I get my sight back on the recyclable guy and he’s gone.
The last bolt struck the car and perpendicular to it was myself. I saw colors I’ve never seen before after several hours the skies clear leaving rubbish and limbs all around the dusty and muddy road discontinued.
Until I woke to find myself again at kilometer one forth, bloody at drenched in a mix of blood and mud. Afar I saw someone coming, a vehicle that I’ve seen before, it emanated from the direction of the capitol, where I should be going before I encounter the accident.
The car (MMX 285) stopped and suddenly a guy went out and told his minions to “Hey help this guy, let’s bring him to the nearest hospital, he’s hurt so badly,” he says. “Are you still breathing son? Hang-on there and pray to God that we’re fast enough to get to the nearest infirmary” says the guy I found out later as Congressman Aristotle Matthews.
He shouldered all the expenses for my treatment though he never knew me personally. I know for a fact that my father is his number one critic because of his promises that never materialized. Like the biblical story of the Good Samaritan, he’s become the parable into life the only thought running to my mind at that time was the moral behind my experience.
I told him about the future repercussion of his actions on the industrial park and how it has created a stain on his future career as a lawmaker and a future for the town. While I was still confined at the hospital, I overheard Matthews speaking over the phone with someone I know was Sharon his secretary about the things that I’ve told him and says “I do not know this person, I don’t even care if he’s a constituent or not but I believe him”.
I held my backpack and hoist it over my right shoulder before I put my loaded caliber forty machine pistol with a laser-guided sight in its holster at the back of my royal blue denim pants. I’m on a mission, a mission to clear our family’s honor by way of obliterating the non-honorable. I thought was the proper thing to do at that time.
The latest news on the wires says that the Industrial Park Project is going to be replaced by an Agro-Science Park with emphasis on re-greening the environment and the road construction continues with a tentative completion date of about a year. Obliterating the non-honorable isn’t our mission hence its for somebody else’ the one who observes how we do things and wanting us to be better and not worst. (30)
A short future fiction story; By: Michael Balaguer; August 12, 2012; firstname.lastname@example.org; email@example.com; +639223636989/ +639185770782/ +639063789478; http://www.diaryongtagalog.net
“I like going out with my friends” says Joey James, an amateur mountaineer and a teacher of future sciences at a university in Manila. He’s heard a story about a mystical mountain found somewhere in the south whose a lot of mountaineers went up but when they went down became somebody else.
“I will climb that mountain one of these days and prove that it’s all a big bull shit!” says Joey in an interview with the local Press after they went from climbing Mount Everest. The stories are so overwhelming that even most of his co-teachers accept it a fact.
The mountain was Mount St. Gregory, name taken from the first Spanish Friar that boldly climb the peak and went down as the first to rally behind the Philippine Revolution, assumed a common parishioner’s name and went on become a hero. So that’s only a story for Joey and the rest like him has no belief in superstition.
The Internet became the mainstream media in the not so distant future and in Joey’s time it is the present. A News Reel streamed on the net about an expedition to Mount St. Gregory and the organizers are inviting mountaineers both amateur and professional to participate.
The funny thing is no one seemed to be interested, either maybe for fear or for superstition. Filipinos, even in Joey’s time still has belief in other things unknown and all attributes it to the dark side. “Well if they aren’t interested and that’s their loss, I’m for the money and a pursuit of whatever!” Joey smiles while letting his colleagues know that he’s going to climb the peak.
Two in the morning, when most of us still are having a good night sleep, Joey packed his bag loaded with gears and a bunch of other essentials for his solo expedition to the “forbidden” peak. About four in the morning just before the sun rises in the east, Joey walked to the central terminal jump gate on a journey to the south.
In a split of a second the streaming energy from the central passenger jump gate re appeared Joey along with other individuals to the south terminal jump gate at foot of St. Rios, the Municipality where Mount St. Gregory is located. He started his hike going to the mountain passing green fields, rice patties and lush greens of virgin forest courtesy of the ancients fear of global destruction hundreds of years ago.
At the first rural hut he encountered several men in a drinking spree, locals drink the infamous coconut whisky, strong but a sort of tradition in that part of the country. He talk with them and ask questions about where he’s going but the common answers are “Hey if you know what’s good for you, pack your bags and take the next jump gate trip to Manila” the old folk said.
“You have no idea what you’re getting into!” another old guy says. Simply implies that they only care for this security because modern technology seemed to have no effect on the fringes of the mountain, so venturing further up will only threaten his life for he will be unable to connect to the outside world.
Joey took the advice for granted as usual and he went as he pleased. An old guy named George directed him to a path in the woods and he says that if Joey saw the marker then he’s starting the right path up, just remember to George says where he started or innovate and use a make shift guide either it be a rope or stick.
Joey approached the marker George says a while age, it’s a giant bamboo tree facing each other along with other smaller bamboo shafts intersecting with one another. The idea is to head straight into it as if entering into a gate more like the passenger jump gate technology without the energy stream.
So nothing happens just a feel of being in every tropical rainforest he’s ever been in the world. Constantly having a downpour, cold temperature, moist ground and has no one to talk with just vegetation and small insects. Venturing further up the peak Joey encountered several species of flora and Fauna along with diverse species of insects and small animal that modern science hasn’t even identified.
About a mile he saw something different among the woods. “At last a bit of civilization” he whispered while walking. He stumbled upon seeing a house, another structure and an entire community of people. “I though no one lives this high” he says. The local telecom networks signals are full but he can’t seem to send an SMS or even make a call.
As he stepped in to the town proper he’s surprised to find an entire city complete with amenities just like in Manila or any other in the country. Houses along the main road has churches, movie houses, a whole line of Victorian inspired residences and pre-colonial Spanish type residences and villas along with modern restaurants and convenient stores.
It seems the sun does not set at that place Joey notice. He continued to walk along the main road and went to find an activity where he met several people whom he find interesting. The town Mayor is present officiating a marriage where the entire town or at least most citizens that are not busy were invited.
Along the crowd someone saw Joey, the daughter of the Mayor. They became good friends instantly and Marian showed him around the town. They went to all the nook and cranny of its urban landscape. The people seem to know each other, no one is alienated and everyone wherever they went is accommodated.
Joey eventually fell in love with Marian. Though most of his questions are being answered in riddles, Joey exempts Marian to the others. Though the town is a clear picture of an ancient town seen only in history books and educational Software its ambiance is very real and authentic.
Joey can’t stand being awake all day so he asked Marian “Where do you sleep here? I really want to take a nap for a while.” He stayed at Marians house with her family, her dad the Mayor and her siblings. Marian’s residence is situated at the center of the town, constructed in an old Victorian design with yellow picket fence located down the street and around the corner.
About eight hours later Joey woke and went down the stairs. Marian’s room is upstairs he went to the kitchen to look at the refrigerator and was able to eat some fruits, cheese, bread and drink some milk. He tries to find Marian anywhere but to no avail. So he went out the road to check and find his love.
An old guy from his hometown once says if your new to a town and wanted to see the history of the place, just find the local cemetery. He went through and fro but didn’t find any, even the local hospital has crew and employees but there isn’t any admittance.
People seem to be busy doing anything and everything such as studying, working, attending church services and all things very natural. Something is very wrong he noticed, from the start it seem very easy and smooth. He concentrates on finding Marian for in his mind she’s the key to the mind-boggling predicament he’s in.
He saw Marian at the Office three blocks from where he stands a while ago. They embraced and introduced him to her office mates and telling them that he’s there to stay as her husband. Truly Joey felt relieved that Marian is that in love with him, finding out that something is definitely wrong, he urged Marian to come with him to Manila.
“I believe I can’t Joey I’m very sorry, you can stay here as long as you like but I’m not going anywhere” she says. Joey kept on convincing the girl by telling a lot of good things about the city downstairs. Amid the convincing power of Joey and the love for him by Marian, she stayed to her stand that she’s not going anywhere.
So Joey got frustrated and come with Marian everywhere she went. Marian didn’t see it as an eyesore or an attitude because she professes that Joey is her soon to be husband therefore she’s obliged to take him everywhere.
Joey’s plan on convincing Marian to leave the town failed for the first, second and last time but still he insisted on leaving with her. All the efforts comparing their town to his town seem to be unnoticeable and a failure. Marian loved her town with all her heart.
Joey took Marian on Ride at her daddy’s car a 1967 Chevrolet classic car with all the ancient contraptions and stuff installed in it. They went on a joyride along the main road seeing the entire town from left to right. The stopped at the restaurant by the bay, not to eat but only to talk in fact Joey is quite surprised to find a lake or man-made lagoon at the top of a mountain. Joey didn’t mind all the unusual things around them they just kept on talking and dreaming about their future until coming to a point where they made love.
Joey’s feelings became a bit deeper. His aim to take Marian out of the town has been exacerbated by things that happened to both of them. Marian didn’t mind at all as if it was only natural and she’s just going with the flow of things.
As both of them went walking along the bay side, Joey notices something that is unnatural among the woods. The giant bamboo shafts crisscrossed at each other in intersecting points at the end of the road. So he asked Marian about it and she replied that going there, stepping in to or even getting close at is forbidden according to their laws.
Being the daughter of the Mayor herself, she’s obliged not to break the laws of their land. She doesn’t intend to and don’t want to do so. At that instant Joey thought of something, since the love of his life is petrified on what is out there by the bamboo shaft, he planned on taking her with him on the other side.
To see that there’s nothing wrong being there. A store owner a mile before the bamboo shaft says that it’s already the city limits and either no one lives there, no one indeed leaves their little utopia and crossing the crisscrossed bamboo shaft is equivalent to a death sentence.
What the old guy says bothered Joey since there aren’t any deaths in the town, there aren’t any cemeteries or even persons admitted in their deserted though clean hospitals. Death sentence, he uttered in what form, indeed something is definitely wrong with the picture I’m looking at, says Joey to himself as he and Marian are walking side by side going to the crisscrossed bamboo shaft whom he remembered as one of the marker.
“I told you Joey, this place is forbidden we could die here, let’s get out of here!” Joey is dragging Marian and urging her to come to the crisscrossed bamboo shaft and after about an hour of pushing and pulling, Joey made it to the other side and was surprised to see the love of his life at the other side bidding him goodbye.
What was left is Marian’s hand with an arm attached with all the electronics, wires and pneumatic and hydraulic component intact with servo motors, integrated circuits and a state of the art software.
Prof. Joey James woke at a hospital bed at St. Luke’s Medical Center Global City. He broke his head while ascending atop or Mount St. Gregory, Joey slid and bashed his head on the slab of stone and eventually dropping down several feet into the gorge.
The doctors tested on him the new artificially intelligent software called “CYBERVILLE” so as to serve as his temporary brain imbedded in it is a place of virtual tranquility in an otherwise unique and real tangible environment. (30)