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Showing posts with label literary. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2018

LITERARY | AUTHORities: The 9th Philippine International Literary Festival

Are you an avid reader of Philippine literature? Loves to watch films? Want to learn how to write but got no extra cash to do it?

The National Book Development Board (NBDB) invites all to the 9th cycle of the Philippine International Literary Festival at the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) from April 19 to 20, 2018.

Image Courtesy: National Book Development Board
With the theme “(AUTHOR)ITIES”—underscoring the power and voice that come with creation—this year’s Festival will feature various talks, workshops, and a book fair, as well as film screenings, and performances. 

The NBDB, the government agency mandated to develop and support the Philippine book industry, will hold the Festival in celebration of "Buwan ng Panitikan" (National Literature Month) in partnership with the National Commission for Culture and the Arts (NCCA) and Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino (KWF). 

All activities in the 9th Philippine International Literary Festival are free and open to the public, running from 8:00 a.m.to 8:00 p.m. on both days. Sessions will take place in various venues around CCP, while the book fair will be at the Main Theater Lobby extending to the Little Theater Lobby. Film screenings will be held at the Little Theater and the Dream Theater.

For updates on the Festival program, please visit http://fb.com/nbdb.phil orhttps://www.facebook.com/events/182119419236650/

For queries, you may contact the Festival team through litfest@nbdb.gov.ph or at (632) 929 3887 local 804.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Para sa taong minahal ko nang sobra-sobra

Isinusulat ko ito para sa taong minahal ko.

Para sa 'yo, na di alam na ika'y minahal, alam kong marami nang nagbago sa atin. Di na tayo tulad ng dati. Ibang-iba na.

Pinili kong di na mapalapit sa 'yo. Dahil sa bawat oras na nakakakasama kita, sakit lang at pag-iisa ang nararamdaman ko. Nasasaktan ako kasi kahit na anong gawin ko, kulang pa din ako para sa 'yo.

Na kahit na anong gawin ko, di pa din ako sapat. Ginagawa ko lahat ng makakaya ko para maging proud ka sa akin. Lumayo ako dahil alam kong wala akong kalulugaran.

Lumayo ako dahil hindi ko alam kung paano ko pa ipagsisiksikan sarili ko sa 'yo. Lumayo ako dahil ito lang ang naisip kong tama, para sa kapakanan ko. Lumayo ako dahil minahal kita.

Minsan iniisip ko kung bakit may mga pagkakataon na sa tuwing namamataan ng mga mata ko ang mga mata mong oh kay amo, naiisip kong baka may tsansang mahal mo din ako. Pero ayoko nang umasa.

Mahal kita nang sobra-sobra, higit pa sa pagmamahal ko sa sarili ko. Napakasakit lang na di mo man lang nalalaman kung gaano ako nasasaktan bawat araw na nakikita kita. Marami tayong pinagsamahan. Marami tayong pinagdaanan.


Pinili kong lumayo dahil ayaw kong mawala ang kung ano man ang meron tayo noon. Gusto kong mapalapit sa 'yo pero hindi ko kayang makasama ka nang nasasaktan.



Sana balang araw, makalimutan na din kita. Sana dumating ang panahon na wala na akong maaalala tungkol sa atin. Sana di ko na maranasan 'to, dahil sa totoo lang, nahihirapan na talaga ako.

Nalaman kong mahal na mahal kita nang mapagtanto kong kaya kong isakripsyo lahat para lang sa 'yo. Na kaya kong kalimutan ang sarili ko para lang mapasaya ang iba.


Siguro nga maswerte ang mapupunta sa akin. Pero mas maswerte ako pag ako ang mapunta sa 'yo.

Friday, February 14, 2014

To you my dear Valentine

Hi.

I still could not forget (no matter how hard I try not to recall that night) the way you smiled at me during the ending hour of the LP. You gave me a true sense of relief, as if all the cloud nines clumped and stuck with each other to keep me happily afloat in midair, despite all the down-times of my life.

You really caught me off guard (at a time when I forced myself not to look). Gave my heart that erratic beat. And swept me off my feet.

Remember the time you've mistaken me for somebody else? You held my arm (after one lab exam when the answer keys were released). It was really awkward, I think I blushed.

It was as if I met the girl I'd love to be with, my entire life. And boom, I met her awkwardly.  But then again, I had to keep safe distance. You were like a Lamborghini, and I was a Vios. Being alongside you meant destroying all the barriers.

But then, it's so hard to keep this thing off my chest. I can't resist it. So here, it goes.

Until now, I still ask myself why I like you. And I really can't think of any reason. Maybe, it's just you being you - the whole you.

I can't just not love you.

I'm not expecting you to like me; and although hope's not high, I'd like to try.

Give me four years to work hardest, and be the best man you'll ever have. I know it's too long, but I'm willing to wait. I don't want to rush you, as there's a bigger responsibility out there.

I'm not the perfect guy, but should the universe conspire to make our paths cross once more (soon when we start saving lives), I'd make each day perfect with you.

Allow me to dedicate these stanzas to you.

"So when you feel,
like trying again,
reach out, take my hand,
see how great it could be,
to fall in love,

with someone you can trust,
who would never give up,
'cause you're all that he needs,
baby take a chance on me,"


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Date a medical student this Valentines Day

This article marks my first post of the year. After all the ups and downs of 2013, I felt it's not right and justifiable to just let this blog (Spotlight Philippines) go derelict of posts. So, here I am taking a break after having started burning the midnight oil.

When we talk about medical students, what comes into mind are pressured, sleepless men and women in their early to mid-20s taking in too heavy academic overload for four years or so in order to achieve this highly regarded profession. Hence, this serves as a tribute to all med students out there. Why date a medical student?

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Beauty and the Beast Friend

Beast, as I think myself be called,
A stranger hiding, in all ways as told;
Once, did fate stood by the dice,
Alas, a story to add some spice.

Beauty, he thinks her name must be,
Wondering, asking, oh why, why me?
Twice, of chances, to make her smile,
Could this go, on a long, straight mile?

Beast, a poem he made to speak,
Sleepy and tired, empowered this week,
To cap off, brighten up her day,
A musicale for Beauty, entitled to play.

Hey Beauty, click this ONE-WAY LINK,
Hear the rhythm, reminisce, through years of ink;
And when all done, return back to this site,
A prank Beast pulled off, ALRIGHT alright!

:))




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PS: This is an original poem for a friend requested to be posted by a friend. The views and opinions of the writer do not reflect that of the blog owner. Still, good job bro!

Friday, May 31, 2013

LITERARY: A Message to My Parents

It's not that usual that I suddenly find myself drown again, after such a long time, in deafening silence and loneliness, and begin to feel sorry about the not-so-conspicuous consumption I indulged into during my college years. The sensation of regret tingles in me now especially when I think of the hardship and sacrifices you have to make in order for us to get us to school.

I feel bad that while I did quite well in school, glued back all of me every time I break into pieces, jollied with friends I can rely on, I wasn't there when you needed me most; 'cause to be honest, I miss hugging you and talking to you and laughing with you. I look back and see, and realize how big a time was lost because of us being technically apart when we had to make these simple little actions of studying independently to the least expense, in the best schools in Metro Manila we could afford. Luckily, God gave me (insert QC university).

Remember when we had nothing, and all you could give me for my daily expenses in elementary school was  a 10 Php to get me by? I have to tell you, I understood our situation at that time but there lived ache and grudge as to why I had to suffer that way. And now it has began sinking in; you gave me 10 Php at that time, while you had nothing at all.

You loved me too much, while you loved yourself too little. I feel weak I can't even complete my thoughts right now.

From that day on, I told myself to keep and save money for as long as I can. I kept them inside picture frames, in between pages of my books, at the bottom of drawers - because I wanted to take part and be the solution. At least, I got to become our savior even for just a few days when we couldn't afford anything.


As I reminisce all the times I purchased a good shirt, shoes or pants because I needed to reward myself due to the complexities of college life, I realize you did have lives painted with the simplicity no once could ever define and perceive. You didn't even buy a single thing for yourselves - a nice dress/shirt to make you feel good, or a great belt to tie up your loose pants, or a pair of socks to warm your feet in the cold.

I feel bad that I had to see you suffer that way, while you hide away all the anguish hardships had brought us. I want to appease you; I want to jump-start a business empire so that I could give you anything and everything you want. But at this point, all I could give is a diploma and an assurance that I will not fail you. I'm sorry I have to take this road less taken. I really don't mean to cause you so much more burden, but I want to do this because I know this is the only way I could bring us to your dreams.

Because I know that the biggest dream you both want, not just for yourselves, but for us as well, is to see us succeed in life. That's why I'm doing this, chasing your dreams.

In a few days, I'll be entering __________ school. I truly apologize for the mistakes I made in the past and thank you for the extension of your undying and unconditional love and support for us, your babies. Just a few more years of passionate work, that's all you will have to wait; (I know it's a bit long, and the unbearable thought, that while we grow and mature, you start to grow white hair and lose strength, makes me want to shout out how regretful I am not being beside you as you age) I am actually crying at this point, 'cause I deeply and really don't want you to wait for that long. I want to shower you with all the love and care I can give, but at this point, I'm really sorry I have to be far away once again from you.

I couldn't think of any other great phrase to say. I love you so much Ma, Pa. Hope this would strengthen you more. And I miss you. So bad. I will never fail you.

Monday, November 5, 2012

(VIRAL) Funny and Witty Tagalog Translations of Popular Songs

The following list of songs and their funny Tagalog translations, currently being re-posted on Facebook walls, really caught my attention as it was really made to entertain and entice the readers to share it to others.
  • Bumuntis kay Andi Eigenmann (I’ll Be)
  • Hininga Mo (Killing me softly)
  • Pasukan na naman (What The Hell)
  • Na-stroke (The Man Who Can't Be Moved)
  • SINONG UMUTOT? (It Might Be You)
  • Puyat na naman (12:51)
  • Ngipin mo (Black and Yellow)
  • Napkin na hindi magaling mag-absorb (Careless Whisper)
  • Hinoldap ako. (I Have Nothing)
  • Pinaka magandang lugar sa mundo (Next To You)
  • Wag ka ng kumanta (It Will Rain)
  • LAHAT MAGANDA (You are the only exception)
  • May ipis sa paa mo!! (Oppa Gangnam Style)
  • MAY HANDAAN (I'll Be There)
  • NATATAE NA KO. (I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore)
  • PHOTOSHOP (What Makes You Beautiful )
  • Talsik Laway. (Fireworks)
  • DI KITA IIWAN. (Love The Way You Lie)
  • Pinakaayaw na day (Mandy)
  • UUTOT AKO (LISTEN)
  • Pagkain (Born to love you)
  • Pangit (Someone like you)
  • Utot mo (Grenade)
  • Utang mo. (Do You Remember)
  • Kili-Kili mo. (Welcome to Black Parade)
  • TAKONG (You Raise Me Up)
  • PAPAYAT DIN AKO. (The Impossible Dream)
Hope you guys all had a good laugh! It feels great to recover after a hard day's work/study. There are more funny posts and interesting articles to come so do check out Spotlight Philippines regularly.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Para sa UP student na crush ko

Eks. Ekis. X years na akong nabubuhay dito sa Pilipinas, pero ni minsan di ko man lang nagawang magkaroon ng totohanang (seryosong) girlfriend, yung walang halong biro o signo ng panandaliang aliw. 

Nag-daan na din ang malaki-laking bilang ng mga araw, at marami din naman akong natipuhang babae, pero sa di matanggal na katorpehan e wala pa din akong napapasagot. Ano ba naman ang isasagot niya, kung sa kauna-unahan pa lamang ay wala namang tanong?

Paano ba magtanong? Ganito ba dapat: hi, pwede ka bang i-take out? O: uy, kumusta (sabay tameme)?

Tuwing may natitipuhan akong babae, andami agad lumalabas na ideya ng pagsuyo sa kukote ko, na kahit ako eh napapangiti na din sa kilig, mala-A Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Pero parang abot-isip lamang ang mga ito, dahil sa mundo ng pagsuyo sa kanila, pinangungunahan na agad ako ng takot at kaba. Sino ba naman ang hindi matatakot kung may kotse na, tapos hot pa?

Takot, na baka malaman niya ulit na gusto ko siya (kahit na alam niya naman, iwas mode nga lang). Kaba, dahil baka magkamali ako sa harap niya (gaya nang mauntog as wall extinguisher case). Mukhang sa aspetong pag-ibig ng buhay lamang na ito ako hindi naging matagumpay, na magpapatotoo na wala talagang perpektong tao sa mundo.

Ako na nga siguro ang pinakamabait, malambing at mapagkakatiwalaang kaibigan na makakasama ninuman, di ko rin naman masasabing pangit ako dahil may mga nagkagusto na din sakin. Ngunit tila, kung sino pa ang gusto mong makasama, siya pa ang hindi mo makuha. Kung sino pa ang di mo gusto, habol nang habol pa sayo. Kahit sa mga naging karibal ko, ako naman talaga ang nakakalamang; nagkulang lang ako sa tulak.

Kaya, kung may kakilala ka mang mangmang o tuliro o torpe na kagaya ko, pakitulak naman nang matauhan. Kailangan din namin ng ganun. 

Para sa babaeng siyang dahilan nang pagpupumilit-sumikap kong maabot ang standards, para sa UP student na tatlong taon ko nang gusto (at alam niya naman), grabe, magparamdam ka naman. Ayoko nang mag-isa. Salamat.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

POSTED: Real Democracy by Edwin Bael

This is an extended sharing springing from the comments of my friend Phil Pinpin on my previous piece “Been there, done that. Now what?” appearing in Inquirer.net.1/ Thank you so much, Phil, for your deep and informative comments from the heart. I do believe hope springs eternal in human breasts and, thankfully, it’s still in mine… somehow…

Could it be possible that perhaps our usual way of looking at our national problems is a problem in itself? We seem to focus too much on leadership personalities and play our politics according to that focus. Most of us appear to have forgotten and/or do not really appreciate the central role of the citizen-stockholder of the republic. We, as a people, simply do not fully play that role, as a rule. In our established practice, the role of citizen generally gets funneled into the exercise of suffrage, which is the target of all kinds of game plans (before, during and after elections) solely for capturing political power and invariably disregarding the more crucial matter of accurately reflecting and respecting the people’s preferences. No thanks to our political class and our own acquiescence, we find ourselves in this quagmire.

I submit this all boils down to what we now call “people empowerment” in its true sense, not the appearance. Which brings to mind Rizal’s “Hymn to Talisay”, a poem-song that he had his Dapitan students sing. It was used by prosecutors in the Spanish military tribunal as evidence that Rizal was a “subversive”. Talisay as used by Rizal here interchangeably refers to place, people and tree. In essence, its lyrics talk of: Talisay steadfastly advancing and dominating the elements (Chorus); memories of beaches, high rocks, and valleys (1st para); fearless youth with vigor who can fight when in trouble (2nd para); playful and courageous explorers who can catch even Lucifer (3rd para); Talisaynons being great souls and great team rowers (4th para); learned and skillful in arms, communications and farming (5th para); and hailing Talisay whose memory is charm for struggles and whose name is peace in death (6th para).

Why would subversion be attributed to poetic lyrics about a people’s capabilities, the chorus of which merely celebrates human dreams for development and dominion over elements? That was the question that bugged me. I hypothesize that words like these could only ‘subvert’ those who believed (i.e. the Spanish colonial government in combination with the Catholic Church leaders then and their local “co-workers”) that they were better, knew better and therefore had the ‘right’ to be followed and obeyed by the people. That presumed superior “right to lead and be obeyed” was “subverted” by a hymn that encouraged the youth to have the belief that they are strong, fearless, learned, skillful, and can catch even the devil. The hymn then was no less than words of empowerment to stand up for one’s self and fellows and to determine one’s own destiny! So it became an added justification for Rizal’s death sentence.

But the same “claim to superiority” now, in a roundabout way, seems to be perpetuated by contemporary “leaders” or elites. Here’s my point: in the 1896 of Rizal’s trial and martyrdom, it was deemed subversive and an additional reason for death by firing squad to encourage the people to believe they themselves have the ability to rule their land; now, in the year of our Lord 2011, the same ‘anti-democratic wolf spirit’ that killed Rizal has been recast, reconfigured and clothed as the ‘sheep spirit of suffrage under oligarchy’ which is really sham democracy because our elections are but trappings or window dressings of a system: (a) where the will of the people (in whom sovereignty supposedly resides) gets routinely disregarded, tampered with, not allowed to be freely and fully expressed, or even changed at will through ‘dagdag/bawas’; and (b) where power is “reserved” and “exercised” by the few in control of strategic institutions (politico-military; economic-social-religious-media). Hiding in plain view then, this few not only claim but actually exercise the presumptive “right to lead and be obeyed”. And they are really good at repeating and reiterating into the mass consciousness the idea that there is already empowerment of our people. But the truth is and we know it: our people are empowered only in appearance.

If this short description of the national situation is largely to the point, then my hope would rest on the actualization of Rizal’s Talisaynon dream of having the people firmly believe they themselves rule their nation and have the ability to do so, that is (in my extrapolation), as the stockholders of the republic - keeping elective officials continuously accountable, not just during election periods; guaranteeing the free, full and unfettered expression of their will; assuming responsibility for the consequences of their choices; and having their sovereign decisions respected and followed by their “representatives and employees” whether elected or not..

It has been joked that “in a democracy people vote first, then obey; in a dictatorship the process and expense of voting is done away and people just obey”. The kind of democracy referred to in this wisecrack is not what we want. We want a democracy where those who aspire to be entrusted with the people’s mandate and thus “obeyed” are held continuously accountable to the people who set the vision, mission, goals and measures of success that those “leaders” must adhere to.

When some pretenders (whether strongman, elite or any “mas-magaling-ako” claimant) act upon the belief that our people must be “saved” from their choices, these “know-it-alls” in effect, are: (a) imposing on the people their own values and choices, and therefore are nothing but modern day colonialists; and (b) depriving the people of the necessary experiences and the strengthening exertions relating to: jointly deciding on what’s best for themselves; working together based on consensus; bearing full responsibility for their decisions; navigating themselves to arrive at desired common ends; and eventually getting the nation to fly and soar “like an eagle”. It is supportive of democracy to operate based on the assumption that our people have the discernment and intelligence to know and work on what they (as nation and individuals) really need and want. It would be counter-productive to entertain and employ the idea that our people cannot really think for themselves and therefore must be told what to do.

Those graced with a little more light and wisdom may want to be policy proponents to the people - the ultimate policy makers. Needless to state, but worth repeating: Members of Congress are merely mandated to make laws reflecting the people’s will; the Executive, just given the trust to faithfully implement the people’s will; and the Judiciary, only delegated to clarify the people’s will as guided by the fundamental covenant, the Constitution. The bottom line is to focus on upholding the sovereignty residing in our people and ensuring they are truly respected, prepared, and presented with decision situations where, as Sovereign, they make up their minds with the best data available: (a) free from the usual leverage, manipulation, black operations, machination, misdirection or misinformation (and worse, from coercion, intimidation, threats, violence, killing or destruction) all designed to promote and protect vested interests; and at the same time, (b) free to consider all options in accordance with the cornerstone “free market of ideas” principle of democracy.

Rizal wrote: “In order that one may be responsible, it is necessary that he is master of his actions…”2/ Well, then, let’s ensure we are the masters of our actions to include, especially, being masters of those we elect, appoint and patronize.

Why don’t we try having real democracy for once?

We have not had one, really, where: (a) the bulk of our citizens stand as informed stockholders of the Republic, who each say “the buck stops with me, not with Malacanang, Congress, Supreme Court, AFP, Makati Business Club, PCCI or any where else, when it comes to the nation’s direction and destiny”; and then (b) make the public servants [through public opinion, voting power, etc.] and the business moguls [through public opinion, buying power, etc.] be truly accountable to them, with the end in view of securing the greatest good of the greatest number.

With true democracy, new and strong rays -not just glimmers- of hope shall shine forth and radiate from our archipelago. So, I submit.

Or is this just another speck of wishful thinking, this time about accomplishing the supposedly impossible, i.e., true democracy? Nonetheless, let’s have it percolate. Who knows, from the informed and free choice of the true sovereign (we the people), a critical mass of support builds up and we can confirm to the world it is, indeed, realizable.

There’s really nothing to lose, except the pretenders. And there is the probable gain of realizing Rizal’s vision of Filipinos being Talisaynons: great souls, great team rowers, fearless, learned, skillful in all the needful competencies and so able to do what we set out to do that if necessary catch even the devil himself alive or dead.3/
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* Edwin D. Bael is a Knight Commander of the Order of the Knights of Rizal. He was Consul General of the Philippines in Los Angeles, California (2000-2002) and is now the Managing Principal of Bael Consulting, LLC, based in Phoenix, Arizona.
1/(http://globalnation.inquirer.net/viewpoints/viewpoints/view/20110225-322172/Been-there-Done- that-Now-what)
2/ “The Truth for All”, La Solidaridad, 31 May 1889, p.82.
3/ To read the Spanish text and English translation of Rizal’s “Hymn to Talisay”, please visit http://rizalsignificance.blogspot.com/.

Friday, February 18, 2011

To Ms. Hard-to-get, From Mr. Torpe

You are the reason why I'm doing things I was incapable of doing before. Each day I'm breaking my limits, I've been thinking of you.

Yet, you seem so unreachable. I want to catch up, please slow down your pace. I'm trying to run fast to get to you; still you see the mere existence of me. I know you're not seeing this, but if you only knew, I've grown up much. I've matured more than the man you wanted to be with.

Now, I'm the person I thought I couldn't be, and it's all because of you. 

I'm not hoping you're reading this, out of hundreds of viewers who pass by this site each day, but letting everyone know how much I value you gives me that optimism that someday you'll accidentally read this.

I love you. 

Even if thousands or millions of viewers drop by this blog, it's just an empty letter without the recipient reading it. Here I am, waiting and hoping, that someday you'll click one link, even if it takes decades, just so you'll know. I won't stop loving you. And I won't stop hoping for your love.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Hurt

i was there, in front of you,
while you rendered it,
wasn't for me, but you kept that stare
felt like ice melting, even in the cold
my heart beat, unstoppably

was the first time we met
yet i felt that spark
we made a connection
but not for too long

we used to chat on facebook
say hi when we meet by accident
and there's still that look
that same look you made at first glance,

i set an expectation,
that maybe, just maybe,
you're hiding something,
which i should know

'til the magic faded,
or i'm not sure about it.
unpredictable, can't stop thinking,
is there such, or was there none?

no love at all,
when the music stopped.
still, the notes play in mind,
hoping,
longing,
hurt.