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I love you, Kuya

>> Saturday, November 28, 2009

Ito ang huling proyekto na ginawa ko para sa scriptwriting noong nasa kolehiyo pa ako. Kinailangan kong magsulat ng isang dula na hindi lalagpas ng sampung minuto at humingi ako ng tulong mula sa mga kaibigan ko para umarte at ayusin ang dula.

Leila: Ina Feleo
Frances: Leana Go
Brian: Abet Villordon

Si Ina din ang nag-direct ng dula. Nakakatuwa si Nana, mukha siya talagang bata. Pati sa dula ni Cerz, si nana din ang umarte para sa karakter na bata.


This is the final project that I did for scriptwriting class way back in college. I had to write a 10-minute play and I asked the help of my friends to direct and act in it.

Ina was also the one who directed the play. Nana is so amusing, she really looks like a kid. Even in Cerz's play, Nana played the role of the kid.

I Love You, Kuya from yumi pitargue on Vimeo.


book ad

>> Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Eto na yata ang pinakamagandang patalastas para sa isang libro. Tulala ako habang pinapanood ito. Ang galing, sobra.

This has to be the best ad for a book. I was amazed while watching it. It was amazing.


batch 2006 in a crate

>> Friday, November 20, 2009

Nagpapahinga muna ako sa paglinis namin ng kuwarto sa ibaba. Bumili kasi ako ng isang malaking lalagyan nung isang linggo para mailipat ko lahat ng mga gamit ko noong kolehiyo. Dati, nasa mga kahon ang mga gamit ko. Binalak kong ilagay lahat sa iisang lalagyan, para hindi magmukhang makalat doon sa kuwarto.

Habang nililipat at inaayos ko ang mga papel at mga libro, nagmuni-muni ako sa mga pinagdaanan ko noong kolehiyo. May mga aralin akong iniyakan dahil mahirap siyang intindihin o pilit kong inintindi, may mga aralin na ikinatuwa ko dahil magaling yung guro o marami akong natutunan. Minsan, hinahanap-hanap ko rin ang saya ng kolehiyo.

Napuno ko ang lalagyan. Muntikan na ngang hindi magkasya ang iba kong mga gamit.

Ito ang buod ng aking buhay kolehiyo: isang malaking plastik na lalagyan.

I'm taking a break from my spring cleaning of the room downstairs. I bought a big crate last week so that I could transfer all my college stuff. Before, I only placed my stuff in random boxes. I planned on buying and transfering all of my things in a big box so that the room won't be messy.

While I was transfering and fixing my papers and books, I began to reminisce my college experiences. I had subjects where I cried myself to sleep because it was difficult to understand or I forced myself to understand, I also had sujbects which I enjoyed because the teacher was good or I learned I lot from it. Sometimes, I miss the joy ob being a college student.

I filled up the crate. I thought I wouldn't be able to fit in all of my stuff.

This is the summary of my college life: one huge-ass plastic crate.


going bilingual

>> Monday, November 16, 2009

Matagal ko na tong gustong gawin. Dapat sisimulan ko siya nung Hunyo, kasabay ng pag-alala sa kalayaan ng Pilipinas. Naudlot lang nang naudlot hanggang sa umabot na sa Nobyembre.

Sisikapin kong magsulat sa Tagalog magmula ngayon. Tama lang siguro na magsimulang magsulat sa Tagalog dahil unang-una Pilipino ako. Marami rin naman akong blog, bakit hindi ko ito gawing kakaiba? Pangalawa, dahil isa akong manunulat, bakit hindi ko rin gamitin ang sariling wika sa pagsusulat? Ito narin siguro ang pinakamalapit na paraan para muling matutunan ang pagsusulat sa Tagalog. Nasanay kasi akong gamitin ang salitang Ingles sa mga salita na hindi ko masabi sa Tagalog. Kaya kong magsulat ng diretso sa Ingles, pero hindi ko ito magawa sa Tagalog.

At dahil hindi lang Pilipino ang bumibisita sa blog na ito, isasalin ko rin ang bawat entrada sa Ingles para maintindihan din ng mga banyaga.

Pagbigyan niyo ako kapag may mali akong nasabi sa Tagalog. Tulungan niyo rin ako kapag mali-mali ang balarila sa wika. Puwede kayong mag-iwan ng kritisismo, di ako magagalit. Peksman.

Salamat sa Gabby's dictionary: http://www.gabbydictionary.com/home.asp


I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I was supposed to start this last June, along with the commemoration of the Philippine independence, but I always postpone it to a later date. Now, it's November.

I'll do my best to write in Tagalog starting today. It's just right to write in Tagalog because firstly, I am a Filipino. I do have a lot of blogs, so why not make this blog different? Secondly, I'm a writer, so why don't I use my own language in writing? This will be the closest way to practice and learn writing in Tagalog. I usually use English words for words that I could not express in Tagalog. I can write fluently in English, but not in Tagalog.

Because people other than Filipinos visit my blog, I will translate every entry in English so that other people can still understand what I write.

Forgive me if I incorrectly say something in Tagalog. Help me if I make mistakes especially in grammar. You can leave comments, I won't get mad. Promise.


the man in the mirror

>> Wednesday, November 11, 2009

If Michael Jackson was a contestant at So You Think You Can Dance and American Idol, he'll win both without a fight.

I cannot consider myself as one of Michael Jackson's biggest fans. I was aware of his songs and even used his music for school productions, but I wasn't the raving die hard fan like I am a rabid fan of Josh Groban or those American Idols. Maybe it's because classical music was the only music allowed at home and downloading music didn't exist yet.

Whenever I hear the name Michael Jackson, I am always reminded of images of the unflattering side of him: dangling his child over the balcony for the paps to see (which earned the child the name "Blanket"), charges against him on pedophilia, rumors on the real reason for putting up Neverland (so he could be with little boys), the facial reconstruction and skin bleaching which made him look like a creepy monkey, etc. etc.

Unfortunately, I didn't really get to know THE Michael Jackson when he was still alive. It was only on his death that he became real to me.

I was shown the brilliance of his lyrics, which talks about current events. If you take away the melody to his songs and strip it down to the lyrics, he pleads for humanity and equality. He talks about saving the earth. He writes about building a future for the young generation. He talks about being a positive change.

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

- They Don't Care About Us

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change

-Man in the Mirror

Every day create your history
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty
Every day create your history
Every page you turn you're writing your legacy
Every hero dreams of chivalry
Every child should sing together in harmony

No wonder he was hailed as the King of Pop. He really has the talent to convey message through his songs. I believe that his intentions are good. All he wants is peace and a perfect world.

The downside of this fame is not knowing the word "No." He was a star since he was a child, and I'm pretty much sure he got everything he wanted. Well, except for a normal childhood. I'm guessing that's his reason for creating Neverland. He wanted boys to experience fun in a dream land free from work, concerts, raving fans and commitments.

I believe that no one around him was responsible enough to give limitations to Michael. Just look at his physical features. He had the money. He had the power. He wanted to become white. No one stopped him to tell him about the consequences of skin bleaching and plastic surgery. He just went with it. Constant skin bleaching caused his skin to be sensitive. I'm pretty much sure that that was one of the reasons why his nerves were confused on his last hours on earth. He told his nurse that half of his body was cold and the other was hot. His skin was too thin already, everything was painful and confused.

I watched "This Is It" last night and was awed by the production. I agreed with his bassist when he said that "Michael knew his music." Michael could sense a tiny change in the beat. He directed the band on the proper cues. He screened hundreds of dancers who would accompany him on the stage. He was good at it. No, he was excellent in it.

(commercial: I have a crush on one of his dancers. The blonde-haired dude with a bandana on his head. HAHAHA)

Even if the songs have been around for decades, he still manages to put a new flavor to his songs. Now, that's what I call brilliance. I always hear the phrase "making it your own" at American Idol. Michael reclaims his music by making his own music his own once again. It was obvious at "Smooth Criminal" and "The Way You Make Me Feel." Smooth Criminal had a chase sequence, which included a fedora dancing part and a story on the big screen. Before the start of "The Way You Make Me Feel," he added a jazzy vibe before picking up to the normal tempo. It was mind blowing.

The stage design was also amazing. The fire sequence (they used real fire doode!), the lift, the ascending stage, the big screens, the pyro, the lights... JUST WOW. I could not comprehend how they were able to pull everything off, and do it excellently during rehearsals. Those were just rehearsals, what more if the actual concert happened. I'll be bowing down to it.

But then you see how he controls the scene. No one says no to his requests. What he wants should be followed. He insists on a certain beat to the musical director. Even the director has to run everything by Michael. Michael means well for his concert, of course, but it is a reflection of what happens off stage.

Michael was also deteriorating little by little. When they were rehearsing for one of the Jackson 5 songs, he didn't sing. He was just walking down from one side to another. The director stopped the music and asked him what was wrong. Michael complained about the sound, and said that the volume was pounding on his eardrums. It was weird because they did not make any changes with the volume. Is it because his health was flickering? The next minute, he was up and singing again. *shrug*

I am amazed with his energy. He still has that spunk. At 50, he could still dance like the dancers who are what, in their 20s? His moonwalk shoots farther than the moon.

While watching the film, I can't help myself but feel sad about Michael's life. He was full of it, yet something was missing. He was days away from rebuilding that brilliance. If only he was guided correctly, he would've lived to complete the 50 concert dates. Maybe I could've seen him perform on stage, live.

Or maybe not. Because without his death, I wouldn't be writing this.



>> Monday, November 09, 2009


clock that's ticking

>> Saturday, November 07, 2009



straight from the land of Taiji

>> Friday, November 06, 2009

I will name my Taiji sword Mulan. Ain't it fierce?


the Malanday Experience

>> Wednesday, November 04, 2009

I survived my first sem of my MA education!!! *evil laugh thunder lightning* It was a very fulfilling experience and I totes learned tons from my teachers, classes and classmates.

I think the Ondoy served as a blessing in disguise. Instead of having a final exam for EDR 201 (Psychology of Reading), we were given the task to apply what we've learned for the whole semester by adopting a classroom that was affected by the storm. We chose a Grade 1 and 2 classroom. We discussed amongst ourselves to provide books, activity sheets and flashcards and at the same time decorate the reading corner. Since it was a reading course, we had to apply the reading factors and skills in creating a conducive reading corner for public school children.

Preparation started three days before our actual trip to the public school in Malanday. We met at the Faculty lounge aka the Reading extension (harhar) and pooled our resources to create wall decorations. Rica did the honors of drawing the most-loved Filipino children's lit characters. Some of us looked for words for the flashcards. Some bought books (discounted prices thanks to Adarna House!). Some bought the materials. Everyone did their part. All of these were done while singing along to the Beatles. Here comes the sun, dooroot-doo-doo!

We went to Malanday Elementary School the afternoon of October 25. We lugged our stuff to the room and did our magic.

The wall was bare, except for a sign that said "Reading Corner." Where are the books if it's a reading corner?

Rica, Kaye, Rich and Dulce

T. Portia helping us do the final touches

Kuya Richard and Joem packing the envelopes

The teachers of the future leaders

The gang working to fill the whole wall!

All of us plus the finished reading corner!

Jackie had this insane idea to create a video of the pictures. We enjoyed the semester so much that the class felt like it was a homeroom class. We were even forcing most of our classmates to shift to the Reading department. Haha Anyway, here's the video that I worked on for two days. Thanks T. Portia for a very insightful semester. Here's to EDR 201!


Halloween in pictures

>> Monday, November 02, 2009

I don't celebrate Halloween. I'd rather go to historical sites like Luneta than dress up and party. This is how I spent my Saturday afternoon -- with good friends and family.

OMG Lapu-lapu is still alive:

At the Chinese garden:

I couldn't resist. The place called for a Taiji pose. :P

But of course, the Luneta experience wouldn't be complete without a couple shot. Mom and Dad lived up to the reputation of the place and acted like a young couple. Twahahaahha YEEEEEHEEEEEEE.

It's time to go home. We'll be back.


2 ateneans and a feeler

Luneta ain't Luneta without a date. Here's mine:

Clearly, SOMEONE is being a traitor to his school. MUWAHAHAHA. Jose Rizal, Atenean. Me, Atenean. Bimboy Valeric... You owe me rent for that jacket, sonnnnn.

More here.


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