GARNDANG... i remember those times whenever i get sick (e.g., fever, diarrhea (😭), that extreme acid reflux, etc) where no amount of bland porridge nor royal soda and sky flakes could stop the pain. so, my family would resort to unorthodox methods.

i recall things. a clothing (preferrably a cap) from a known "cursed" person will be tapped or beaten in me. and/or they'd use their saliva to draw a cross on my forehead. if it still doesn't work, they'd cover me up in a blanket w a steamy hot water in it and let a candle's wax drip onto its surface. with every painstaking second, it somehow forms a face of a human—that entity would be supposedly a witch or a person who "cursed" me into this sickness. the most extreme one (and the commonly used one cuz i'm just so sickly) would be the boiling of some smelly plant that i couldn't even recall the name of it (it just smelled burnt and leafy). they'd wrap its hot and juicy form in a cloth where it would surely stick to the surface of my affected body part (i.e., the stomach for extreme stomaches).

i remember believing their power when i was a child. and actually... up until now, i still have faith in it. no matter what paracetamol, advil, diatabs, etc would say. no matter what the doctor would tell me. i seldom find myself returning to that memory, and find that strange comfort in them.

and this movie triggered such place in me that i never know was restrained... ALSO, i finally watched thee "WALANG HIMALAAA!!!" movie🫀🫀 i miss you, nora aunor and ishmael bernal🫀🫀

GARNDANG... i remember those times whenever i get sick (e.g., fever, diarrhea (😭), that extreme acid reflux, etc) where no amount of bland porridge nor royal soda and sky flakes could stop the pain. so, my family would resort to unorthodox methods.

i recall things. a clothing (preferrably a cap) from a known "cursed" person will be tapped or beaten in me. and/or they'd use their saliva to draw a cross on my forehead. if it still doesn't work, they'd cover me up in a blanket w a steamy hot water in it and let a candle's wax drip onto its surface. with every painstaking second, it somehow forms a face of a human—that entity would be supposedly a witch or a person who "cursed" me into this sickness. the most extreme one (and the commonly used one cuz i'm just so sickly) would be the boiling of some smelly plant that i couldn't even recall the name of it (it just smelled burnt and leafy). they'd wrap its hot and juicy form in a cloth where it would surely stick to the surface of my affected body part (i.e., the stomach for extreme stomaches).

i remember believing their power when i was a child. and actually... up until now, i still have faith in it. no matter what paracetamol, advil, diatabs, etc would say. no matter what the doctor would tell me. i seldom find myself returning to that memory, and find that strange comfort in them.

and this movie triggered such place in me that i never know was restrained... ALSO, i finally watched thee "WALANG HIMALAAA!!!" movie🫀🫀 i miss you, nora aunor and ishmael bernal🫀🫀

GARNDANG... i remember those times whenever i get sick (e.g., fever, diarrhea (😭), that extreme acid reflux, etc) where no amount of bland porridge nor royal soda and sky flakes could stop the pain. so, my family would resort to unorthodox methods.

i recall things. a clothing (preferrably a cap) from a known "cursed" person will be tapped or beaten in me. and/or they'd use their saliva to draw a cross on my forehead. if it still doesn't work, they'd cover me up in a blanket w a steamy hot water in it and let a candle's wax drip onto its surface. with every painstaking second, it somehow forms a face of a human—that entity would be supposedly a witch or a person who "cursed" me into this sickness. the most extreme one (and the commonly used one cuz i'm just so sickly) would be the boiling of some smelly plant that i couldn't even recall the name of it (it just smelled burnt and leafy). they'd wrap its hot and juicy form in a cloth where it would surely stick to the surface of my affected body part (i.e., the stomach for extreme stomaches).

i remember believing their power when i was a child. and actually... up until now, i still have faith in it. no matter what paracetamol, advil, diatabs, etc would say. no matter what the doctor would tell me. i seldom find myself returning to that memory, and find that strange comfort in them.

and this movie triggered such place in me that i never know was restrained... ALSO, i finally watched thee "WALANG HIMALAAA!!!" movie🫀🫀 i miss you, nora aunor and ishmael bernal🫀🫀

GARNDANG... i remember those times whenever i get sick (e.g., fever, diarrhea (😭), that extreme acid reflux, etc) where no amount of bland porridge nor royal soda and sky flakes could stop the pain. so, my family would resort to unorthodox methods.

i recall things. a clothing (preferrably a cap) from a known "cursed" person will be tapped or beaten in me. and/or they'd use their saliva to draw a cross on my forehead. if it still doesn't work, they'd cover me up in a blanket w a steamy hot water in it and let a candle's wax drip onto its surface. with every painstaking second, it somehow forms a face of a human—that entity would be supposedly a witch or a person who "cursed" me into this sickness. the most extreme one (and the commonly used one cuz i'm just so sickly) would be the boiling of some smelly plant that i couldn't even recall the name of it (it just smelled burnt and leafy). they'd wrap its hot and juicy form in a cloth where it would surely stick to the surface of my affected body part (i.e., the stomach for extreme stomaches).

i remember believing their power when i was a child. and actually... up until now, i still have faith in it. no matter what paracetamol, advil, diatabs, etc would say. no matter what the doctor would tell me. i seldom find myself returning to that memory, and find that strange comfort in them.

and this movie triggered such place in me that i never know was restrained... ALSO, i finally watched thee "WALANG HIMALAAA!!!" movie🫀🫀 i miss you, nora aunor and ishmael bernal🫀🫀

first time watching nora aunor.. kinda nervous 🥺😩

first time watching nora aunor.. kinda nervous 🥺😩

gets ko na lola ko

gets ko na lola ko

the entire premise of this film is so frustrating. blind faith is so scary. being desperate is so scary. humanity is scary. it was such a great film but you won’t catch me watching it a second time.

the last part reminds me so much of the film “mother” i hate it 🥲

the entire premise of this film is so frustrating. blind faith is so scary. being desperate is so scary. humanity is scary. it was such a great film but you won’t catch me watching it a second time.

the last part reminds me so much of the film “mother” i hate it 🥲