Darna

SANA AKO SI DARNA.....

SIKAT.....LUMILIPAD.....

SEKSI.....ANG GANDA.....

KASO, HINDI NGA AKO SI DARNA.....

Dahil ako'y isang ilusyunada!!!

Courtesy of Harish Batt of Oman

KOMIKON

Pilipino Komiks

LATAY SA DANGAL, episode of life touched the pages of Pilipino Komiks way back on September 11, 1994.

The drama of life unfold the story of a family ruined by alcoholic father and unfaithful mother. Alcoholism not only brought mental conflict but also created domestic violence. Home became warzone, children grew in pain and sufferings.

Drama intended to portray life or character, story involved conflict and emotions.

At the end, there is always a silver lining behind the dark clouds.

This was my first big break as komiks' novelist. And this story had caught the interest of Seiko Film.

This is the first time komiks used painting as medium in cover illustration (in novel), by famous artist Jo Luna, who reinvented himself as animator in the USA.

This is the start of my career as komiks editor.

Thanks to Miss Ofelia Concepcion the most respected editor in Atlas Publication who believed in my talent. She is fondly called Tita Opi by writers and artists, she became so well-loved by her peer , she had a balanced view of life. And whatever I achieved in my writing career I owe it to her.

Buhay Pa Ba Ako?

That day, I cheated death.
I committed suicide when I was 15. I took up 14 pills, 500 mg. each. Extreme emotions, depression, shame, fear, guilt, feeling hopeless, total waste, all the factor that trigggered my suicidal thoughts. I am so depressed that time nobody knows how deeply I was hurt. Shame because at my tender age I engaged in early marriage. Fear of uncertaintly. Guilt for breaking my promise to my father who's only wish is for me to have a good life. He sacrificed to work in a far distant land only to give us all the best things in life. I am his favorite daughter. I brought honor to the family. I was a consistent honor student.

And a total failure.

That day, I felt it almost as a lost entity darkly drawing me into an eternal vacuum of death. I saw death. And I cheated death?

Why am I still alive?

I woke up, and saw the figure of a man dressed in white( doctor) beside me in a hospital bed. He told me: Your not smart. Smart people never commit suicide. Then I heard a cry, junior students brought that amulet like thing to me. They whispered: This medal is for you. You won in feature writing competition regional level. I smiled. Then I slept.

I haven't have a clue to how my story will end. A day above the ground is always better?

Until this day, the memory of my father haunts me.

My father who's only wish is for me to have a good life.

Good education. Good family.

Not early marriage. Not mediocrity.

This is the price I have to pay.

Broken dreams.

Broken marriage.

My father died a lonely man.

And I am dying many times because of this guilt.

Today, people offers prayer of gratitude and remembrance to their departed one.

To my father, forgive your loving daughter.