Six Degrees of Smiley

Bacolod City, the Philippines

October 29, 2011

Bacolod is the self-proclaimed City of Smiles, and it is serious with the nick. City officials in the 80s invented an annual Rio-esque extravaganza around a smiling mask, the MassKara Festival, celebrated in October. Unlike the comedy-tragedy masks of ancient Greek theater, the MassKara shows only half of the pair – the smiling one.

Tourist in my Hometown: Bacolod – The City of Smiles

Clueless about my hometown’s tourist draw, I recently learned that the MassKara (a portmanteau of mass and face – “a multitude of smiling faces”) was established in 1980 when the price of sugar, the city’s primary export, plummeted to a record low and 700 people perished, including my brother’s friend Edwina, in the sinking of M/V Don Juan. The people needed to be reminded to smile, even if it was a mask they had to put on. Nevertheless, the symbolic smile had endured the vicissitudes of life and the sugar economy. It’s an unwritten decree: No sad face in this city, only a smiley.

Ironically, I’ve never experienced MassKara Festival. I had already moved away when it was first held. In a recent visit with my family, I missed it by a hair. Good thing we still caught some vestiges of the festivities during an evening stroll by the new Bacolod City Government Center.

Dreamer’s Floating Carousel by artist Charlie Co

Bacolod City Government Center

Love (Paper) Boat @ Dreamer’s Floating Carousel, Bacolod City Government Center

Paper boat-inspired art installations by local artist Charlie Co surrounded the fountain fronting the stately city hall. Seemingly afloat on water, the collection called Dreamer’s Floating Carousel evoked the childlike penchant to dream. Walking around the fountain to see the painted figures became a festive promenade. Lights and reflections colored the night, ringing with children’s laughter and chatter of families huddled on picnic mats.

Bacolod City Government Center by Night

Granny and Grandson: All Smiles in the City of Smiles

Lights and Smiles Brighten the City: Mom and Sister @ Bacolod City Government Center

Of course, Bacolod doesn’t have a monopoly on all-weather, all-purpose sunny disposition; Filipinos are a smiling lot! Still, I wondered if this national and city trait could explain my family’s propensity to flash our pearly whites at the camera faster than you can count to three. After all, our native language differentiates kinds of laughter, kadlaw as we say.

If Eskimos are said to have various words for snow, we have names for degrees of smiling and laughter in Ilonggo. Mom has claimed the simpering variety as her signature smile: nguri-nguri, her default public face in social situations and photo ops. A self-conscious smile that pouts, it is intriguingly pregnant with meaning; you never know the thoughts that go with the pursed lips. You might never want to know.

Mom’s Signature Smile, Nguri-Nguri, @ Cellar Fine Wine & Liquor

Later, we repaired to a wine bar simply called Cellar at Balay Quince for a night cap. The ribbing and wine-and-beer tasting that ensued had Mom erupting into fits of laughter, covering her mouth like the good pastor’s daughter that she is. The onomatopoeic Ilonggo word for it - hirihi - perfectly captures this case of the giggles. As nguri-nguri is enigmatic, hirihi is effusive.

Drunken Laughter or Hirihi @ Cellar

The middle-of-the-road smile or yuhum – pleasant but potentially perfunctory – is favored by polite society and usually turns up in solicited photos.

Smile Showdown: Mom and MassKara @ Negros Showroom

Hammy Honey: Brother-in-Law and Sister @ Cellar

Not all smiles are non-verbal pleasantries, however. Ngirit, a grin that reveals the dentition but usually not the intention, may be up to no good. When my naughty nephew breaks into one, the joke is most likely on you – in this case, his girlfriend (we call her Haha for her texts that usually end with a virtual laugh), who may have had one too many sips of wine. The vintage drink soon found its way to the washroom sink.

Happiness Before the Hangover @ Cellar, Balay Quince

Although not originally from the city that takes pride in its smile, Dad laughed from the bottom of his heart, every guffaw reverberating through his cardiac chambers, it seemed. This kind of hearty laughter – talangkaw - is loud and infectious. No garish mask, just genuine mirth.

Only Dad’s jokes and puns could make Mom laugh out loud. Dad was truly happy in any circumstance, save for some episodes of cancer-related pain. Even then, a peaceful countenance would soon wash over that faded smile. There is joy in grace.

Dad’s Hearty Laughter (Christmas 2009, Quezon City)

Dad is gone (we visited his final resting place earlier in the day), but I still hear his boisterous laughter from my eldest brother and sister. More than our hometown’s nickname and a sea of smiling masks, I credit this family heritage of happiness for our fondness for fun. LOL or nguri-nguri, both well up from a joyful heart.

When the mask is off, are we still smiling? A mask betrays no expression. I’d rather hide behind a banana smile; my eyes could still reveal my emotion.

Banana Smile

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13 thoughts on “Six Degrees of Smiley

  1. i wish i have a home town far far away…. ang saya lang tingnan ng homecoming photos mo dito manager… and yes sana maexperience ko din yang masskara festival someday…

    • Idol, you can marry someone from far far away so you can at least have a hometown-in-law. :) Yup, we should go with Byahilo next MassKara!

  2. Always heartwarming to read your stories especially when you talk about your family and your dad (we have that in common).. And thank you for sharing what the whole Masskara Festival was all about. I’ve always known about the festival but never really educated myself of its humble beginnings, let alone the reason why Bacolod was given the name “City of Smiles”.. truly, everyone must draw strength from city’s such as Bacolod — as they still learned to smile through their hardships. :)

    • If there’s one thing that I developed from all this blogging, it’s the curiosity about the history of places and events. Anyway, I’m glad you appreciate my personal stories that go with my travel accounts. This site is still a diary rather than a Lonely Planet wannabe. Thanks Mai!

  3. Lived in Bacolod for 6 months during my first year in high school. I haven’t witnessed the masskara festival. I remember always going to Robinsons Quantum arcade at the time. haha.

    I wouldn’t mind smiling with chicken oil at Manokan country. :)

    • You’re an adopted son of Bacolod pala, Soloflighter! It’s about time for us to see the MassKara Fest. Let’s do it this year! (wishful thinking…I’m not location independent like you.)

  4. I love how you put your thoughts and feelings into words especially this one:

    “When the mask is off, are we still smiling? A mask betrays no expression. I’d rather hide behind a banana smile; my eyes could still reveal my smile.”

    This post makes me wanna go to Bacolod even more!

    PS:
    Ang ganda ng smiles :)

  5. Awesome shots :) Saw your blog link at the facebook page proudly pinoy bloggers… ^_^ check out my blog :) Thanks!

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