Aswang: Mythical Creature

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The awang are the most feared of supernatural creatures on the Philippines. They can enter the body of a person and through this person they inflict harm on those the they dislike. Most common are the female variety who appear as an ugly old woman with long, unkempt hair, blood-shot eyes, long nails, and a long, black tongue. She has holes in her armpits which contain oil. This gives her power of flight.

A being of enormous power, she can transform herself into any shape, even inanimate objects. She preys on children, pregnant women, and ill people. Once she has overpowered a victim, she will take a bundle of sticks, talahib grass, and rice or banana stalks, and transform these into a replica of her victim. This replica is sent home while she takes the real person back with her. Upon reaching its home, the replica will become sick and die. The victim will then be killed and eaten. She is said to be particularly fond of the liver.

I had a real experienced of seeing this monster, I was a young boy at that time and our house was in a small barrio (small town) with only few neighbors and surrounded with trees. The wife of our neighbor was pregnant at that time and their house was a small hut with windows that cant be closed, which simply means you can see the stars in their house during night time. It was a very noisy mid-night that i could not sleep, our neighbor dogs keeps howling in our backyards. So, I tried to check it, I slightly-openned our window good enough for my eyes to see everything outside, I am fascinated because the moon was so bright and there was no dogs in our backyard so i look at our neighbor's house and there i saw the howlong dogs, BUT WHEN I LOOKED AT THE WINDOW, I SAW SOMETHING DARK FLOATING - ITS LIKE A PERSON FLOATING HORIZONTALLY FACING OUR NEIGHBOR'S OPENNED WINDOW. I was very scared because its hard to describe that dark floating thing, even the surrounding was clear. I closed the window and went straight to my bed covering myself with my pillow and sleep again.
On the next day I talked to my friend about what happened last night, and i asked him if there was something unusual that happened in their house that night. He said he and his siblings were guarding their mother all the time and they were aware of the possible attacks of the Aswang. He told me had stepped something like a hairy tail and then he had thrown Garlic unto it and then it suddenly disappeared.


There are a wide variety of stories about the Aswang circulating between rural Filipinos, making it impossible to settle upon any fixed definition of their appearance or activities. However, one trademark or defining feature of Aswangs which distinguishes them from other Filipino mythological creatures is their propensity to replace live victims or stolen cadavers with a facsimile that it creates out of tree trunks and other plant materials. Aswangs are particularly feared for their fondness for eating unborn fetuses and small children. Their favorite body parts are the liver and heart.

By some accounts, Aswangs are said to be able to enter the body of a person and through this person they inflict harm on those the they dislike. Most commonly, they are female and appear as an ugly old woman with long, unkempt hair, blood-shot eyes, long nails, and a long, black tongue. She has holes in her armpits which contain oil. This gives her power of flight.

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Sigbin: Mythical Creature

The Sigbin or Sigben is a creature in Philippine mythology said to come out at night to suck the blood of victims from their shadows. It is said to walk backwards with its head lowered between its hind legs, and to have the ability to become invisible to other creatures, especially humans. It resembles a hornless goat, but has very large ears which it can clap like a pair of hands and a long, flexible tail that can be used as a whip. The Sigbin is said to emit a nauseating odor.
It is believed to issue forth from its lair during Holy Week, looking for children that it will kill for their hearts, which it fashions into amulets.
According to legend, there are families known as Sigbinan ("those who own Sigbin") whose members possess the power to command these creatures, and are said to keep the Sigbin in jars made of clay. The Aswang are said to keep them as pets, along with another mythical creature, a bird known as the Wak Wak. A Sigbin is said to bring wealth and luck to its owners. For this reason, some people believe that many successful businessmen come fromSigbinan families.
In the Eastern Visayas the Sigbin are also known as the Amamayong.
There is speculation that the legend may be based on sightings of an actual animal species that is rarely seen; based on the description of the Sigbin in popular literature, the animal species might be related to the kangaroo. With the recent discovery in the island of Borneo of the cat-fox, a potential new species of carnivore described as having hind legs that are lower than its front legs, it has been postulated that reported sightings of Sigbin may actually be sightings of a member or relative of the cat-fox species.

If you have encounters or stories about this creature please send me your stories at king_sky92@yahoo.com

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Was it Just the Beer?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

By: Jayson Patalinghug
email: king_sky92@yahoo.com
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One afternoon, I was surfing the net. I was browsing my face book account and checking on my emails simultaneously when I saw photos of my friends. They were happy, having party and enjoying sweet moments with other people so dear to their hearts. I don’t understand but my own heart was aching, the seed of loneliness had grown within and slowly consumed the essence of my humanity. Was I envy to them because they were happy and I was not? Because they got a chance to smile under the sun wrapped in the arms of the one they love, while I suffer from loneliness and continue living in the world of make believe?

I knew that I needed to understand the fact that this world is never been fair. I need to understand that some were destined to be happy and prosperous while others were destined to live a life of misery. But at the back of my mind, I also knew that everything is just a matter of choice. A matter of how we respond to things around us. There were a lot of things in my mind at that time that I couldn’t think straight. I was lying down on my bed for awhile when my phone rang.

“Hey what’s up? What are you going to do tonight?” it was Jake on the other line and it was a miracle that he called and ask me of my own agenda.

“Hmmm..nothing just hanging out in my room” I replied in a low tone.

“Are you not going to attend the party at kris’ house tonight and have some time to unwind?” Jake asked. It was not usual for him to call me on my phone and ask me to go out. I must admit that I have a huge crush on him but I do not want him to know so I replied “Hmm.. I think I am not going, I will just be bored in that party” Jake never argued further and bid good bye over the phone.

Later that night, I was so bored that I could die out of the silence in my room. So I decided to take a bath and went to the party.
Jed?

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Redemption

Saturday, July 17, 2010

I lived in a far province in the southern part of Luzon. My home barrio was so peaceful, the people lived a simple life and at first look, you would never imagine that each of us lived in bloodshed. Our race has been long forgotten and no one would ever expect that we still exist in this world.
October 2005, I left the barrio and hope to escape from the path that was laid down to me by my ancestors by coming to Cebu. My mother understood my decision of leaving the barrio but my father was so furious and his words still echoed in my dreams “You can’t escape Lester! Your destiny will haunt you and bring you back one day!”
“Noooooo!” I woke up from a nightmare and my body was so wet with sweat. I stood up and went to the wash room of my apartment. When I open the door, I saw a man, his naked body was dark, his face covered with hair, blood was flowing from his mouth and his eyes were red looking at me furiously “You can’t escape!” his voice was like from hell, then suddenly the alarm clock rang and I woke up. Its 11:00 o’clock in the evening an hour before my shift in the call center.

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Chapter 2: My Death


By: Jayson Patallinghug
email: king_sky92@yahoo.com
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I was still dizzy from the party and I cannot get off my mind what happened back there. Jake was an attractive guy; I have never looked at him that way. He was a friend, and nothing more. Was it the alcohol? Was I being desperate? But no. Deep down I feel that it was more than some random hookup. That feeling, that intense sensation of being swept over. What did it mean?

It was then that I became aware of what was around me. I did not recognize the place at all. I cursed to myself for getting myself lost. Judging by the run-down looks in the area, I was definitely in the road of SRP. Great!

I rolled to a stop at a red light. I looked out of my window and saw that there was a man wearing a gray jacket walking towards me. No one else was in the street. As he came to my window I got a look at his face. He was young, good looking possibly in his early 20’s, with an unshaven, ungroomed look. Probably a homeless man asking for money, or so I thought. I did not even consider the dangers of this place. And so, as he knocked on my window I made the greatest mistake of my life.

The moment the glass went down he pulled out a pistol and pointed it right at my face. “Puta…what do you think you are doing?” he growled.

“Please, I don’t have any money with-“ I began but I was silenced by the sound of him pulling back the hammer.

“I think you’re gonna be my bitch. You like that? You want to be a hero? You actually think this shit is real?” the man babbled. He wasn’t making any sense! And as I glanced at his face I saw his eyes were bloodshot. Shit, this guy was a druggie.

I was silent. I felt like anything that I said would only anger this guy. Through my peripheral vision I saw the traffic light had turned green. The alcohol seemed to wash away as my mind got geared towards my own survival. I could try to get away, but a hundred doubts filled my head immediately. The sound of the car would only trigger the man’s reflex, which would be too fast for me to be able to zoom away, especially at point blank range.

“Are you going to answer me, chicken-shit?” the man growled.
I gulped. “What do you want from me.. I swear I will give it to you if I-“
“Shut up! I am tired of your shit. Fuck, do you think you’re God or something? You fucking make me sick. Say your prayers, bitch because-“
I slammed the gas pedal. I heard the sound of the gun firing.
You know that period between falling asleep and entering a dream? That’s what it was like. I felt nothing. I saw darkness. My senses were dulled, and there was nothing to taste, touch, see, smell, or hear. I was literally in this void of nothingness.

I really didn’t think much of it. I was tired to think a lot of things, but even that was hard. All I wanted to do was rest. Time passed, but I don’t know for how long. It could have been a few seconds. It could have been eternity.

I managed to remember few things. I recalled memories of Lucia. Of how I was in love with her, and then the subsequent breakup. And there was Jake.

There was a tug. Suddenly, my thoughts got more rapid. Details of my life flashed before my eyes, just random events all over the years. Scenes from my childhood, scenes from high school, and memories of conversations I had with my friends and the laughs and the tears I’ve shared. The tugging was getting stronger, and I felt that I was being pulled up, up. Higher and higher until BANG. In a flash of light I was standing on green grass with the sky above me and the sun’s rays shining on me and the sound of cars passing by.

I looked around and realized by the sea of tombstones that I was in the cemetery in my town. But how did I get here? I closed my eyes and focused. My entire body felt numb, and I still couldn’t really feel anything. Scanning my memories I tried to think of the last thing I remembered. The party. Jake. Leaving the party. Meeting the drugie. The gun. The gun. Leche!. A sense of dread swept over me as I put two and two together. Opening my eyes I darted around and looked at the gravestone before me.

And I saw my own name.

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening,” I muttered out loud. I looked down at myself, wearing the same clothes from the night of the party. Sure, I was still totally visible, but there was no doubt that I wasn’t alive anymore. My sense of touch was gone completely. I couldn’t even feel the fabric of my clothes against my skin or the weight of my feet on the ground. I also noticed that my sense of smell and taste were gone too, and I couldn’t breathe at all, although I didn’t really need to. On the inside I felt empty and weightless.

I was a ghost.

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Stay Still

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

How do you teach yourself?
To dance not with emotion?
How do you restrain your feet?
Glide with less passion?
Every opposition, how do you oppose?
Every release, how do you decrease?
Every struggle, how do you untie?
Every lock, how do you deny?
Every belief, fear could be the answer?
How do you justify?
A lie?
How do you get dissatisfied?
Every time you move?
Entangled with your groove?
When is the time?
When the end arrives?
Try and try and try?
How and why?

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Into the Light

Into the light lets walk in where skin doesn't need resurfacing, translucent not opaque...
Into the light where we shine with everything, nothing more shinier than nothing...
Into the light might be happiness timelessly maintained...
Into the light we shout endlessly, releasing every decibel of sound our bodies are made of...
Into the light we see each other face to face, no one different from the other...
Into the light where purpose is purpose itself, working to create its own...
Into the light is where One love exists, not here where its gone....
Into the light...

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