Seminary Tales #4: The Road To Perdition


And I entered the seminary.

After seven hours ride (a bumpy, a sweaty and a tiring ride) of an ordinary– a categorized ordinary bus as if air-conditioned buses were extraordinary and I never knew, then, that there were air-conditioned buses –PANTRANCO bus and after so much pride of seeing many towns as we passed by, and in between, appreciating the green fields and oneing with the hardships of those peoples toiling in the mud, arching their backs to heaven to plant their future in the middle of June– the future of having enough rice on their tables or hoping to harvest at least, yes, they hoped, 100 sacks of palay — but not a hundred full palay sacks because I knew that almost always farmers brought home the sacks sans the palay but the receipts of paid loans, for farmers mortgaged their harvests before the planting season started– as promised by the good agriculture technicians who studied under the auspices and funding of good fertilizer companies– I arrived, culture-shocked to the eminence of the great-towering buildings of what we idolized Manila. In fact, it was Quezon City.

I was a kaibulos, a neophyte to the city or we called, at that time, as tangaw-tangaw idiay Pozorrubio– an aphorism we got when our school’s baseball team (they were called then as little leaguers) participated in IRAA and they lost all their games because they did not know what they were doing and that our teacher-coach was drunk of Ginebra San Miguel Gin during games and they always ate spoiled meals in Pozorrubio, Pangasinan, (he he he, at least, we were just kids then)–awe-struck for the second time I stepped in Manila.

The first time I visited what we called Manila, to which I learned then as a province during my Araling Panlipunan days, was when I attended the seminary get-together–a two day celebration of good life showcasing the future good days of seminary lives—one breezy, merry December before my initiation to the seminary life.

Baggage in tow, a not so big knapsack with just enough pairs of clothes, old clothes and remnants of my peasant life and a briefcase of advices from my parents, I boarded….(please continue reading at Tales of The Hill)

About Ka Loren
Siak ni Florentino B. Lorenzana, maysa a Filipino, Ilokano ken Pangasinan. Naiyanakak innem a bulan kalpasan ti deklarasion ti Martial Law ditoy Pilipinas. Madama a makumikom iti tignay kooperatiba.

9 Responses to Seminary Tales #4: The Road To Perdition

  1. ka loren says:

    Got you Maestro. But, where’s the guidelines?

  2. aurelioagcaoili says:

    Anawim and Ka Loren:
    Yeah, radicals. We need your sense of discontent and unease to make us see the world in an ever-new light!

  3. ka loren says:

    Maayong adlaw sa imo bay. Sori ha ha ha. Salamat sa imong pagdaan diri sa blogko. Maadtoka sa atong sitio, dika makasabot diri ug ilokano ang pagihatagko (LOL).

    Email me your stories and I will post it there. Don’t worry, will make those stories fictionized as much as possible he he.

    i will be putting more of that blasphemies soon. A September 21 as Blasphemy Day, join us he he he.

  4. ka loren says:

    ha haha. Yap. Maayong aldaw saimo bay. maadtoka sa atong site. dika makasabot diri ug ilokano ang pagihatagko (lol).

    Sa kabilaka he he. Pero salamat naman at dito ka napadpad sa ilokano siteko. The Hill is waiting for you at http://talesofthehill.blogspot.com

  5. Anawin says:

    Ka Loren,

    Maayong Adlaw.

    I’m the lone Comboni Missionary Seminarian Alumni to SCCS (I Think). Before, I was with CSJBP, we were only four of our irregular batch (three of them from Barnabites Congregation).If I remember correctly, were juniors and you guys were the sophomores.

    Anyway… I really appreciate your articles, it enkindles the fire from within to kept it burning amidst turbulent world of capitalism which i despise but totally dependent from its carnal offerings.

    Daghang Salamat ug malipayong nagapa-abot sa imong artikculo.

  6. ka loren says:

    Hey, Anawin. Thanks for dropping something on my site.

    Do I know you? Sorry but I can’t reminisce any name related to anawin. Can you give me a PM? If you are indeed of the SEXed, why not share it with us.

  7. Anawin says:

    Ka Agca,

    INDEED IT WAS WONDERFUL TO REMINISCE THE THUNDERING BLASPHEMIES THAT AWAKENS OUR INNOCENT “BEINGS” INSIDE THE FORBIDDEN WALLS… MABUHAY KA.

    AND YEAH… MORE BLASPHEMIES PLEASE!

    the fingerless ring

  8. ka loren says:

    Blasphemies?! Do I expect to be burned? (LOL) Where’s now the guide, Maestro?

  9. aurelio agcaoili says:

    HEY EX-CON:
    I LIKE THESE DELIGHTFUL BLASPHEMIES! MORE, MORE!

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