Modern Tradition in Technology and Effects

By: Remar Lopez

Modern times of modern youth,

Modern thinking in modern awareness.

Modern ways in communicating,

And modern acceptance to modern ignorance.

Tradition that is left behind is a tradition forgotten.

The tradition that shaped the traditional knowledge.

The tradition that is forgotten by many yout.

The tradition that is supposed to be a tradition of the present.

The technology that progress is a new technology.

Technology that makes it easy and a systematized process.

Technology that has benefit but also causes danger.

In a technology that is repressive people are dependent.

The effect of development is a huge change.

The active expansion of new technology

Development is effective if moral is not affected.

In modern tradition, technology is affecting

Translation by: Jesserine P. Domingo

 Window

By: Lacrimosa

I always see him staring outside the window from their small house.
Spacing out and seems to have deep thoughts. These are the moments that
I get to watch him, everyday since they moved in a month ago. It seems to
me that he’s scared because I have never seen her go out or talk to anyone
else.

“Luis, come here for a second!” Called my mother. I immediately left

the window that connects the two of us.

“Mom, who is our new neighbor up front? I wanted to be friends with

him.” I asked Mother inconspicuously, even though I wanted to know more
things about him.

“Here. Bring this to our neighbor, tell them it’s from us so you can
meet him.” Mother told me. I moved fast. I went out the house and wore my
brother’s huge slippers and hurriedly went to the neighbor that I only see
from the window.

“Hello someone! Hello someone! Hello someone!” I shouted three

times with a hint of excitement. A smiling old woman emerged from the
house.

“My mother asked me to give you this. We are the ones living in
front.” I explained with a little bit of regret because the one who came out
was not the one I was expecting, that’s why that day I went home
disappointed. I was contented at catching a glimpse of him peacefully
looking outside the window.

One, two, three, and a few more times that I tried to catch a meet him
closely, but I failed. Here I slowly felt inkling in my gut feeling for this
person that I only see from the window. There’s something about his
personality that keeps on entering my mind, but it’s vague. Sometimes I
think that it’s like a situation when I’m alone and no one is looking, there is
something that changes in my personality.

One day, I saw the old woman leave, that’s why I hurriedly went to
Mom. “Mom, do we have anything to give to our neighbor?” I asked
immediately. I took what Mom gave me, went out of the house, using my
older brother’s huge slippers and flew towards their home.

“Hello someone!” I shouted with repeated knock on the door. It was a

bit long but finally the person I was waiting for went out.

“How are you? I’m Luis, your neighbor from across the street. What’s
your name?” I quickly said. I noticed that his eyes are swollen from crying
and there are some bruises on his body, but beside that I was excited about
his first words.

“Martin.” One small word from him and for the first time I went home
with a smile on my face.

This happened many times, until I slowly got to know him even more.
He is “Martine dela Cruz, fourteen years old. His mother passed away when
he was ten years old.

Since then his grandmother took care of him. His father had another
wife a few months after. Since then, the inkling I felt grew even stronger for
him.

One afternoon, passed one, I got to talk to him inside their house. “I
just noticed, why do you have bruises and wounds on your body and face
sometimes?” I saw his face turned to anger and sadness, but I saw that he
tried to answer my question.

“Sometime when my Dad’s day is bad, or when he doesn’t like what he

sees when he arrives, he hurts my Mom until she beg and cry but he will
only stop when he wants to.” I saw tears fell from his eyes and for the first
time, I felt pain in my heart.

“Mom died because of him and now, he turns to me whenever he’s

here, because he doesn’t like seeing me and he doesn’t accept me.” I tried
to know the reason and hear his answer, a big smile slowly appeared from
my lips. My heart suddenly beat faster, I felt that I suddenly had an ally and
finally had freedom- freedom from this world I live in. In a world full of lies
about my personality.

“What are you doing? It’s too much already!” I shouted Martin who at
the time was seriously coloring my face. Since that day, Martin’s little house
became the witness of our full change. We found strength in each other and
it seems to be the perfect happiness is what we were feeling. My Mom
doesn’t know, not my older brothers, and especially not my Dad. Only
Martin, his grandmother and their home became my real world. After all this
I return to the world that traps the truth that only us knows.

And Martin, the happiness in him can be clearly seen. His dad doesn’t
go to them anymore and became contented with just sending money. Maybe
they are right, we were trapped in a personality that we will never
understand.

This happenings continued, happiness and pretension, until one

morning, I saw Martin’s grandmother looking out the window and staring at
me directly. I felt nervous, that’s why I went to their house immediately and
my perfect world became a nightmare.

It was nighttime when Martin’s Dad came. He was drunk and had a
bad day. He saw his face had makeup on and instantly hurt him. “Stop it,
Dad!” Martin’s only response, but he didn’t stop until he died.

I saw Martin’s lifeless body take out, I felt so much pain and sorrow.
It’s gone- the inkling I feel is gone.

I always catch myself staring outside the window of our home.

Wandering and seems to have deep thoughts while eyeing that window that
became witness of my perfect world. I felt my Mom’s hug from behind. “I
know son, I know.” And tears started falling from my hurting eyes.