tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83312062024-03-14T01:36:43.280+08:00Kay Elias"What does it mean if you know that a particular disappointment or sadness in your life cannot, relatively speaking, compete for emotional attention with a normal day for a normal person in the Sudan, in Bosnia? Do you write the poem of disappointment differently?" --Stephen Dunnegayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1105339445788745222005-01-08T11:36:00.000+08:002005-01-10T14:45:28.326+08:00Paalam<center><img src="http://tinypic.com/17uy4j"><p>I am giving up Elias for 1981.<br><a href="http://bornin81.blogspot.com" target="new">I was born in 1981.</a><br>See you there.</center>egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1105077407072011472005-01-07T13:46:00.000+08:002005-01-07T13:56:47.073+08:00Another Idol<a href="http://idolonfox.com" target="new">American Idol</a> season 4 begins on the 18th. Listen to what <a href="javascript:openIdol('../video/idol4/ai4_randyint_hi.htm','ai4_randyint',320,405)">Randy</a>, <a href="javascript:openIdol('../video/idol4/ai4_paulaint_hi.htm','ai4_paulaint',320,405)">Paula</a> and <a href="javascript:openIdol('../video/idol4/ai4_simonint_hi.htm','ai4_simonint',320,405)">Simon</a> (yes, same old faces, despite last season's rumors that there would be a new set of judges) have to say about this season's finalists. (Randy said that with this batch's talent, last season's final twelve wouldn't even make it to the finals.) Did I say I'm excited? I hope ABC-5 telecasts this again. Please, please, please. I can't afford a cable connection right now.egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1104915906630358662005-01-05T16:47:00.000+08:002005-01-05T17:05:06.630+08:00Almario ReactsWith regard to <a href="http://kayelias.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-criticism.html">my post last December 31</a>, Jema lent me a copy of <span style="font-style:italic;">Bulawan 10: Journal of Philippine Arts & Culture</span>, which Virgilio S. Almario edits. In his editorial, Almario (Sir Rio, on more personal occasions) was obviously reacting to Garcia's arguments against him, and called the latter "anghel ng katarungan sa pagsusuring pampanitikan." In effect, Almario wanted to justify his being "nativist," especially because he believed that Garcia misread him. In several instances in his book, Garcia was asking for Almario to be ironic in his position on language and Philippine literature for it could be the older critic's final refuge. I'm wondering if Almario's sarcasm with the way he ended his article was irony enough:
<br /><blockquote>E, "self-righteous" din nga siguro ako dahil hindi naghihintay ng biyaya mula sa sinumang banyaga. Maaari pang idagdag na isa akong "oportunista" dahil hindi naghahanap ng kaganapan sa pamamagitan ng basbas mulang Kanluran. Karapat-dapat lamang akong isumpa bilang nakadidiring "Nativist" ng mga Hybridist.</blockquote>egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1104909977810178872005-01-03T22:29:00.000+08:002005-01-05T15:26:17.810+08:00ResultsHappy new year! Classes will begin again in two days so I had to check the remaining long test the whole afternoon. It’s new year but nothing has changed: many students failed the exams. How do I discuss the result to them on Wednesday and still not spoil our first meeting for this year?
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<br />Anyway, I finally saw <span style="font-style:italic;">Mano Po III: My Love</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Sigaw</span> yesterday, and until now I’m wondering why the former got the best picture award, with its very sloppy script filled with characters without character. So despite the predictability of <span style="font-style:italic;">Sigaw</span>’s first half (the "subtlety" concerning rooms 6 & 9, especially), I definitely like it better than Joel Lamangan’s. Okay, I’ll have to say I’m quite biased for suspense films, but without Vilma Santos (I must admit, she deserved the award) and Eddie Garcia (not Christopher de Leon), <span style="font-style:italic;">Mano Po</span> would have been the filmfest disaster of the year. The shallow characters of Judith, Stephen, and especially Bernadette were equaled by the horrific performances of Karylle (it’s good she can sing), Patrick Garcia (what happened to his <span style="font-style:italic;">Batang PX</span> potential?), and Sheryl Cruz (she doesn’t seem to age, even her acting). I give <span style="font-style:italic;">Mano Po III</span> a C+ (2.50) and Yam Laranas’ a B- (2.75).
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<br />My personal ranking of the filmfest entries:
<br /><ol><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Aishite Masu: Mahal Kita, 1941</span> (disclaimer: best in the entries, not necessarily an excellent one; it would have been better if Lee got rid of the older Inya as the present-day narrator, I think)
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Panaghoy sa Suba</span>
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Sigaw</span>
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Mano Po III: My Love</span>
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">So... Happy Together</span>
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Spirit of the Glass</span>
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Mars Ravelo’s Lastikman</span>
<br /><li> <span style="font-style:italic;">Enteng Kabisote: Okay ka, Fairy Ko... The Legend</span></ol>Unfortunately for what I think are the better films in this year’s festival, box-office turnout seems to be inversely proportional with my personal taste. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1104902723183444582004-12-27T20:34:00.000+08:002005-01-05T15:13:42.470+08:00AdsSaw <span style="font-style:italic;">Spirit of the Glass</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Lastikman</span> with Nikka earlier. I give Jose Javier Reyes’s a C/C+ (2.25) and Mac Alejandre’s a D/C (1.50). Nothing was really notable in any of the two films, except for the latter’s excessive (and very blatant) product advertisements: PLDT touch card, Philam Plans, Jollibee, Skechers, Milo and Nescafe. I am slowly becoming disappointed with this year’s filmfest. My only consolation: the films I still have to see are the critics’ bets for Best Picture. I heard <span style="font-style:italic;">Panaghoy sa Suba</span> is rated A by the FRB. Let’s see.egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1104902358365217422004-12-26T23:32:00.000+08:002005-01-05T13:51:14.100+08:00Books and Movies<img src="http://tinypic.com/166vx1" align="right">This day had been productive. Was able to finish reading two books: Simone Weil’s <span style="font-style:italic;">Letter to a Priest </span>(Allan’s gift to me for Christmas) early this morning, and Herman Hesse’s <span style="font-style:italic;">The Journey to the East</span> (on sale at <a href="http://datingkundiman.blogspot.com">Dating Kundiman</a> soon) while on a bus ride going back here in QC. Both deal with varied faces (and phases?) of faith; Weil’s nonetheless began with doubts, while Hesse’s with affirmation. I went back to Allan’s “Mga Liham ni Simone Weil” (I first read in <span style="font-style:italic;">The Varsitarian’s Montage</span>, if I remember it correctly) in his latest poetry collection, <span style="font-style:italic;">Kundi Akala</span>, and found salvation and suffering in its first five lines:
<br /><blockquote>Na mayroong dalita. Na ang bawat hapdi
<br />At dusang tinitiis ng sangkatauhan
<br />Sa katawan ay kasal sa Dakilang Sugat
<br />Na hindi naghihilom upang magbigay-lalim
<br />Sa ating pag-iral. ...</blockquote>
<br />Upon arriving here in the dorm, I immediately went to Metro East and watched two (of eight, my earlier goal for today was three; I need to watch all eight, because I required my students to watch and make a review on any of the entries) Metro Manila Film Festival movies: <span style="font-style:italic;">So... Happy Together</span> and E<span style="font-style:italic;">nteng Kabisote: Okay Ka, Fairy Ko... The Legend</span> (what’s with the ellipses?). If I’d give a grade (Ateneo system) to the films, the former will get a C/C+ (2.25) and the latter a D (1.00). But (unfortunately?) <span style="font-style:italic;">Enteng Kabisote</span> seemed to top the box office over <span style="font-style:italic;">Happy Together</span> or even any of the other films. I was actually excited to see <span style="font-style:italic;">Enteng Kabisote</span>, in memory of my childhood Thursday evenings, but the Engkantasya in my memory is far better than the one I saw on widescreen earlier. G. Toengi failed to capture the charm of Charito Solis as Ina Magenta. Instead of Luka (Luz Fernandez)—what happened to her?, the Reyna ng Kadiliman was Satana (Bing Loyzaga), who was not evil and frightening enough. The faces (definitely, not the acting) of Kristine Hermosa and Nadine Samonte saved the film, I guess. Generally, it made me feel like watching a (bad) tv series season finale than a movie.
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<br />Meanwhile, <span style="font-style:italic;">Happy Together</span> was feel-good on its first half but failed to sustain the comedy and gave way to drama in its remaining sequences, which were choppy, at the least. Eric Quizon’s acting is the most commendable in the film, mukhang natural. But still have to see Cesar (<span style="font-style:italic;">Panaghoy sa Suba</span>), Christopher (<span style="font-style:italic;">Mano Po III: My Love</span>), and Raymart (<span style="font-style:italic;">Aishite Imasu: Mahal Kita, 1941</span>) in their respective films for my Best Actor forecast. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1104903947749511452004-12-31T12:03:00.000+08:002005-01-05T13:45:47.750+08:00On CriticismTomorrow begins another year. For today, I began reading J. Neil Garcia’s <span style="font-style:italic;">Postcolonialism and Filipino Poetics</span> (University of the Philippines Press, 2004), and made some marginal notes. I wonder how Rio Alma reacted to this book (which was actually Garcia’s introduction to his dissertation in UP). Did Almario respond to this in writing? Please let me know!
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<br />Meanwhile, here are some of the most intriguing and controversial excerpts on Almario from Garcia’s book (because they are taken from particular contexts, you may want to read the whole book and so we can discuss this):
<br /><ol><li>Indeed, by not providing a convincing or even just a slightly more substantial argument for just why and how such nationalist “availings” can and should take place, all that Almario would seem to be doing is advocating a kind of cultural opportunism, about which the Filipino opportunist ought to feel the utmost temerity and absolutely no sense of responsibility. (p. 27)
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<br /><li> Of course, being the consistent and incisive critic that he is, [Gelacio] Guillermo [in his essay on Almario published in <span style="font-style:italic;">Philippine Collegian</span>] doesn’t mince words when he attempts to account for just how and why Almario has come to believe in what he believes, in the process carefully reminding the reader of the striking congruence between Almario’s literary thoughts and the trajectory of his own poetic careerism that bore exceptional fruit while most of the country was being hit by a rifle-butt and going under the boot of the unstoppably marching, Marcosian times. (p. 46)
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<br /><li> Reading his many books on Tagalog poetry, we somehow sense that the contradictions in Almario aspire to a species of subtlety, dissimulated by and buried as they would seem to be in the florid prose of his nationalist rhetoric. But to be perfectly honest about it, such contradictions appear to be most unselfconsciously committed—and egregiously so—as when he, right after condeming all forms of “colonial mentality” (<span style="font-style:italic;">kaisipang sungyaw</span>), acknowledges the insuperability of Western colonialist theories. (p. 46)
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<br /><li> As we have seen, unless Almario begins from the premise of cultural hybridity—that the colonial power is always “uncertain” and therefore vulnerable from the very moment of its arrival in the colonies—then his theory remains unconvincing (because naively triumphalistic, linguistically deterministic and mechanical), and incomplete. (p. 47)
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<br /><li> If nowhere else, these convenient and completely uncorroborated claims concerning [Alejandro G.] Abadilla’s so-called “Filipino ego” reveals Almario to be a polemicist rather than a serious scholar or thinker. (p. 49)
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<br /><li> Perhaps all this means is it would do Almario good to reconsider his brusque dismissal of postcolonial—and yes, even postmodernist—discourse, and to read up on the admirable critical projects of his many counterparts in the different places of the post- and/or neocolonial world. This is merely another way of saying that Almario might conceivably benefit from a healthy dose of self-awareness—and indeed, self-effacement—within his own theoretical endeavors. (p. 53)</ol>Among other things, such a critique proves to me that the Philippine critical arena is being ventured upon by new voices (with new critical tools) brave enough to offer re-readings/revaluations of past critical endeavors, which is a good thing, despite their own limitations.
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<br /><center><img src="http://tinypic.com/166xk2"><br>(A funeral scene from <i>Panaghoy sa Suba.)</i></center>
<br />Saw <span style="font-style:italic;">Panaghoy sa Suba</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Aishite Imasu: Mahal Kita, 1941</span> the other day. Both locate their narratives during the Japanese occupation, the former in the Visayas, and the latter in (a fictional?) San Nicolas. I was the first to enter the moviehouse for Panaghoy, and when the houselights opened after the first screening, I counted ten other people with me (and one of them was asleep). I give Cesar Montano’s a B- (2.75) for its beautiful cinematography, but I’m giving Joel Lamangan’s a B (3.00) for its script (Ricky Lee’s) which was awarded by Quezon City as the most gender sensitive film among the festival entries (<span style="font-style:italic;">gutong-guto ko ito</span>, not just because Domeng Landicho has a cameo role in the film). The surprise is still Dennis Trillo’s portrayal of a transvestite who had a romantic relationship with a Japanese captain (played by Jay Manalo). His character, Ignacio Basa/Inya, uttered for me the best filmfest movie line, beating Vilma’s “Walang batas na nagsasabing bawal magmahal ng dalawa”: “Pasensiya ka na, hindi makabayan ang ari ko.” Yahoo! Trillo eventually won the best supporting actor trophy, which was a good thing (his role is bigger than Raymart’s, I think). Nobody seemed surprised when Christopher de Leon and Vilma Santos got the best actor and best actress trophies, respectively, but I wouldn’t have felt bad if Jay Manalo got de Leon’s instead. I was convinced: he can act.
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<br />Two more films to watch: <span style="font-style:italic;">Mano Po III: My Love</span> (which won the Best Picture) and <span style="font-style:italic;">Sigaw</span> (by Yam Laranas, whose earlier films I enjoyed).egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1104901623657454432004-12-26T07:55:00.000+08:002005-01-05T13:07:03.656+08:00SevenThe seven best things that made my Christmas day complete:
<br /><ol><li> A number of friends remembered to greet me (even if I could hardly have a signal here in San Gregorio), but I ran out of credits and wasn’t able to text back; I reserved my last few pesos, of course, for Nikka’s.
<br /><li> I got to meet ALL my younger cousins (especially my favorite, Aiel) and all my godchildren, and they all seemed to like my gifts.
<br /><li> Tita Ayen checked out of the SPC Medical Center, three days after her operation.
<br /><li> I went to see Lola Mama, Lola Lisa and Lola Ate, and gave them some presents (they used to give me the best gifts when I was very, very young).
<br /><li> Kuya Budz, Dondon (he called me on my cellphone earlier) and One visited me at home (we used to spend Christmas evenings at Kuya Budz’s).
<br /><li> Phillip texted me (future Father Phillip!), and I was very glad to know that he was okay, after the typhoons that devastated Infanta, where he now stays.
<br /><li> Kuya Topher (a second cousin—his lola and Inay are sisters, and classmate when we were in kindergarten) passed by our house with his daughter (they’re all getting married!); it’s been almost a decade since I last saw him.</ol>
<br /><center><img src="http://tinypic.com/166txl"><br>(Aiel, who lost some of his teeth before Christmas.)<br><img src="http://tinypic.com/166u8h"><br>(Kate, my inaanak and youngest cousin.)<br><img src="http://tinypic.com/166u5z"><br>(Janine, second in Uncle Jeff's three daughters.)</center>egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103610544120666302003-12-21T14:27:00.000+08:002004-12-21T14:29:04.120+08:00a <div class="box"><div class="box2"><div class="box3">
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<br />egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103593839146505252004-12-20T17:11:00.000+08:002004-12-21T09:55:44.486+08:00Valery on PoetryJust finished Paul Valery’s <span style="font-style:italic;">The Art of Poetry</span> (finally!). And these are the three things that remained in me after closing that 345-page book:
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<br />1. Poetry as sound and sense.
<br />2. Poetry is to dancing as prose is to walking.
<br />3. Poets <span style="font-style:italic;">work</span> on their art.
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<br />Did anyone know that Paul Valery’s full name is Ambroise Paul Toussaint Jules Valery? Wala lang.
<br />egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103593985959486802004-12-20T22:45:00.000+08:002004-12-21T09:53:05.960+08:00SanityTried to continue reading Artaud, but found that it was not very difficult to enter into his insanity. I had to stop at the verge of fright. I cannot go back to him, at least not for now. More than three years ago, my body was less than an inch close to several lunatics (clinically), while in my mind I initially tried hard to go far from them. However, after surviving my first five practicum hours, the next 95 seemed to come so fast. Before I knew it, two months passed by, and I was already submitting my report on the case I handled (of someone with paranoid schizophrenia).
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<br />Not a few poets/writers are known to be insane. At the least, they were called eccentric. In the Philippines, I’ve heard (also from the hospital where I had my practicum) that Federico Licsi-Espino was diagnosed for having a mental disorder, and had moved from hospital to hospital until he was finally confined to the National Institute for Mental Health. For now, it’s still hearsay; I don’t know whether there’s a reason to pursue this kind of truth.
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<br />For those who saw Brandy Ayala (a former bold star; still, an artist) at <span style="font-style:italic;">The Buzz</span> yesterday, you knew that she hadn’t fully recovered yet. An insane individual’s smile was the saddest I saw ever (not Brandy’s). Probably because I felt pain in realizing how a person may not be fully aware of her/his own happiness. But can I be happy knowing that s/he may not also be capable of feeling pain? Is it enough consolation?
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<br />Is it really only this—awareness—that separates our “sanity” from theirs?egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103593717151221612004-12-20T14:34:00.000+08:002004-12-21T09:48:37.153+08:00BJDone checking ALL the student papers (Kris Aquino’s <span style="font-style:italic;">yahoo</span>—not Bearwin Meilly’s—echoes in my mind). Only a set of Fil 12 group/seat work and their long test were left. Last Thursday, I spoke with my student who plagiarized in his first paper. The problem with students is that they don’t take proper citation seriously. I couldn’t tell if it was done with malice or not, whichever way the fact remains: what he did was not right. He told me that he interviewed Paolo Manalo (paging Paolo!) for his paper, but again, it does not alter the fact: it was plain and simple plagiarism. In the first page of his paper, just before he began to cut and paste from various sources (while he was still enjoying his topic, it seems), he used the words “tsupa” and “chupa” (at least he was conscious of spelling variations!) and wrote the following footnote (one of the two footnotes in the whole essay!) for that Pinoy word for blowjob: “ang pagbibigay ng kaluguran sa ari ng lalaki sa pamamagitan ng bibig.” Beat that.
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<br />Anyways, “tsupa” <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> the <span style="font-style:italic;">UP Diksiyonaryong Filipino</span> entry, a word that comes from the English “fellatio” (Latin <span style="font-style:italic;">fellare</span>) meaning “oral stimulation of the penis” (Brittanica Dictionary) or “pagdila o pagsupsop ng uten” (UP Diksiyonaryong Filipino). There. No delight (“kaluguran?”) necessary.
<br />egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103593407363943342004-12-20T07:39:00.000+08:002004-12-21T09:43:27.363+08:00PresentsIf thou shall give, I shall happily receive. The following people gave me some early Christmas gifts: Loyola Schools (courtesy of the VP and the deans), Heights, Ted, students Bettina and Ramon, a certain student by Ambeth Ocampo who borrowed Jema’s <span style="font-style:italic;">baybayin</span>, friends and colleagues Christine, QT, Vim, Jema, Kristine, Claudette, Boyet, Jethro, Sir DM, Ma’am Coralu, Ma’am April, JB, Ma’am Beni, Sir Je, and Allan. The number one present of the year is food, but some friends still think of me as a bibliophile. Anyway, here’s the list of gifts I received as of today:
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<br />1. PhP 500.00 Aeon Books gift certificate
<br />2. Kristov Vodka Ice
<br />3. Purefoods Fiesta Cooked Ham
<br />4. Tumbler (for badminton)
<br />5. Butterscotch (2 packs)
<br />6. Kayumanggi Coconut Sport Balls
<br />7. Cookies (2 packs)
<br />8. Chocolates
<br />9. Wind chimes
<br />10. Chopsticks and mini-cup
<br />11. Picture frame
<br />12. Cup and saucer
<br />13. Pencil (or cellphone?) holder
<br />14. Shorts (again, for badminton)
<br />15. Tape measure (5.0m/16 ft.)
<br />16. Altoids
<br />17. Olive groove: Smoked Bangus
<br />18. <span style="font-style:italic;">Letter to a Priest</span> by Simone Weil
<br />19. Backpack
<br />20. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Ballad of the Five Battles</span> by Nick Joaquin
<br />21. Santa Claus keychain
<br />22. (Did I forget anything?)
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<br />By next year, I’ll have an Amazon.com wishlist. I hope friends will find time to take a look at that, hehehe. Anyway, a Merry Christmas to all! Yes, this season is not all about gifts, but it’s not bad to buy me one.egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103592956650972042004-12-19T19:56:00.000+08:002004-12-21T09:38:42.036+08:00Treasures<img src="http://tinypic.com/y2e6p" align="right">Saw <span style="font-style:italic;">National Treasure</span> earlier (was supposed to watch <span style="font-style:italic;">Birth</span> but Metro East must have pulled it from their cinemas after only a few days’ run). Three weeks ago, I decided to watch <span style="font-style:italic;">Alexander</span> over it; now I know that it was good decision, though they’re both not-so-good movies. The thing about the templar, masons, and series of riddles to be solved (“it will just lead you to another clue,” cried the older Gates to Benjamin, played by Nicolas Cage) made me felt like watching a harbinger to <span style="font-style:italic;">The Da Vinci Code</span>, and it got me excited. It’s definitely one thing to look forward to—even just for seeing the Musée du Louvre in widescreen (I promise myself to go there before I turn forty, for whatever reason)—for 2005 (along with <span style="font-style:italic;">Batman Begins</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Star Wars Episode III</span>). But yes, I still can’t imagine Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103592645237558092004-12-19T09:56:00.000+08:002004-12-21T09:30:45.236+08:00Songs and PartiesThe Christmas Party last Friday was both fun and unnerving. Why, we had the annual <span style="font-style:italic;">Pamaskong Koryo Awards</span> (where I won the best new recipe of the year for my sinigang na hotdog with okra)! As expected, there were the not-so-surprise winners—like <a href="http://www.geocities.com/icasocot/chua_chinese.html" target="new">Jonathan Chua</a> (for Quotably Quotable of the Year, which I will not quote here) and <a href="http://www.theguidon.com/?get=2003070509" target="new">Gary Devilles</a> (for the Most Missed Award, besting <a href="http://www.philmusicregistry.com/artist_profile.php?artist_id=2022" target="new">Rolando Tinio</a>, among others)—but we laughed all the same. Then we had some videoke session in the afternoon, thanks to Bong who brought her Magic Mic (with its 10,000-peso chip) with her. Four got 100 (excellent singing!): Morny (a “<a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/f/freestyle7885/bakitngayonkalang377379.html">Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang</a>” duet with himself, a la <span style="font-style:italic;">Doble Kara</span>), Vim (I forgot, but probably a boyband song), <a href="http://www.theguidon.com/?get=2001120509" target="new">Jayson</a> (back to back diva classics), and <a href="http://www.geocities.com/icasocot/coroza_poems.html" target="new">Sir Mike</a> (an immemorial <a href="http://www.pilipinosuperstore.com/ricmanjrlik.html" target="new">Ric Manrique</a>). The highest I could get (and this was already performance level) was a 95 (still an A, hah!) for <a href="http://www.rivermaya.net/" target="new">Rivermaya</a>’s “<a href="http://www.geocities.com/kenneth_sytian/kisapmata.html" target="new">Kisapmata</a>.” The real videoke party began at eight p.m. in the Taverna Marquina (but Vim, Jema and I arrived at 9 p.m. because we wouldn’t want to miss an episode of <span style="font-style:italic;">Spirits</span>). No scores, but more fun. Of course, we ended with Sir Je’s undying “<a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/marillion/88857.html">Punch and Judy</a>.”
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<br />Wasn't able to see the wild card special last night (we were in Taverna Marquina for our Christmas videoke party from 9 pm to 2 am), but here are some pictures I got from the net.
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<br /><center><img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421587286/0.jpg"></center>(... only Paw was declared IN, with almost 7,000 votes more than Franz's. 24 of those 95,661 votes came from me! Yahoo!)egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103253705185545402004-12-16T23:07:00.000+08:002004-12-17T12:18:18.823+08:00Understanding<img src="http://tinypic.com/x7no6" align="left"><a href="http://www.paulvalery.org/" target="new">Paul Valery</a> in <span style="font-style:italic;">The Art of Poetry</span> says, “Whereas the painter, the sculptor, and the musician may reach a foreign public, may be understood far beyond the boundaries of their own country, create an international work, a poet is never profoundly, intimately, and completely understood and felt but by his own people: he is inseparable from the speech of his nation.”
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<br />In this country, in the past, probably. Or until <a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/15816/mainpage.html" target="new">EDSA of 1986</a>, when people would sing Jose Corazon de Jesus’ “<a href="http://www.msc.edu.ph/centennial/bayan.html" target="new">Bayan Ko</a>” because they found meaning in its lines. But after that—are there people who still listen to, much more read, Filipino poetry, except for poets themselves, and a handful of critics (and perhaps, a number of college students obliged by their curricula to go over the Philippine literary canon), and feel it, understand that it’s profoundly necessary? Being called a poet myself, this is a painful truth: most contemporary poems no longer connect with the people. (Or is it our idea of the poet that becomes outdated?) And so this is what happens: we no longer understand each other, ourselves. And when understanding fails, everything we hear is nothing but noise. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103256831233502522004-12-17T13:05:00.000+08:002004-12-17T12:16:29.706+08:00LanternsBeen to UP last night with Sir Je, Christine and Jema for the <a href="http://www.up.edu.ph/PASKO_2004.html" target="new">Lantern Parade</a>. "What are they supposed to be?" I asked, bothered with several carousels, pyramids and jeepneys of christmas lights. (It was my first time to attend such an event; in the previous years, it only meant heavy traffic). "Lanterns," Jema smiled.
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<br />Excuse of the year: last night's theme was carnival.
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<br />Finished <a href="http://nobelprize.org/literature/laureates/1957/" target="new">Albert Camus</a>’ <span style="font-style:italic;">Notebooks, 1935-1942</span>, which he ended with: “What bars our way makes us travel along it.” With the way things are going, I don’t think I’m still capable of keeping a notebook. This laptop (okay, it’s still a “notebook”) is shaping me with the kind of discipline that began as something very strange, but now deliberately familiar, making it not so easy for me to re-member that part of myself who used to cherish the feel of holding a pen and scribbling through pages of my hardcover notebooks, sometimes slowly, but often hurried, tensed, filled with lust for words. My only consolation: with the few pesos I’m saving for pens and papers I no longer need (except for checking and recording students’ papers and class attendance), I’ll buy additional digital space. I’ve been eyeing an IBM Thinkpad internal dvd-writer for some time now. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103174555152591902004-12-14T22:29:00.000+08:002004-12-16T13:22:35.153+08:00Text: scqt pawPinanood ko na ang <span style="font-style:italic;">Bcuz of You</span> kanina, dahil kailangan ko ring bumili ng pang-exchange gift. Miyerkules bukas, magpapalit na ng palabas sa mga sinehan, at mahigit isang buwan na rin ‘ata sa sinehan ang <span style="font-style:italic;">BoY</span> kaya ngayon na ako pumunta. Gusto ko lang mapakinggan ang <span style="font-style:italic;">With a Smile</span>, kung paano ito ginamit sa pelikula (usap-usapan ito sa Eraserheads yahoogroup na sinalihan ko).
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<br />Noong isang linggo ko pa niloloko si Claudette na ako ang nakabunot sa kanya (siya ang nakabunot sa akin noong isang taon, at naiwala ko nga ang pulang adidas cap na ibinigay n’ya nang nanood ako ng Feng Shui), alam ko namang hindi siya maniniwala. Hindi nga naniwala, kahit ako naman talaga. Kanina, pinipiga ko na kung ano ba ang gusto niyang matanggap. Ayaw magsalita, puro “gago ka talaga, Egay” at “ay naku, hindi naman ikaw ang nakabunot sa akin” ang naririnig ko. Niloloko ko na pag hindi niya sinabi kung anong gusto n’ya, panty na may larawan ni Spiderman ang ibibigay ko. Tawa nang tawa. Sa Metro East kanina, natukso tuloy ako na totohanin iyon. Mabuti’t wala akong nakita. Tinext ko na lang si Kristine kung ano ang gusto ni Claudette. Kahit ano raw, basta may aso. Panty na aso ang print kaya? Wala rin akong nakita. Nauwi ako sa safe na regalo. Stuffed toy. Napamahal nga lang ako (kung mabasa man niya ito, ito dapat ang huli niyang mabasa at maalala).
<br /><center>-o0o-</center>Wala ka bang mapaggamitan ng load?
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<br />Text: SCQT[space]PAW [to 2331/Globe; 231/Smart]
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<br />Suportahan po natin siya. Kailangan ng magsasalba sa kalidad ng mga naiwan sa <span style="font-style:italic;">Star Circle National Teen Quest</span>. Sa pitong naiwan, si Theo na lang ang kaya kong pagtiyagaan (at mukhang siya pa ang nanganganib nang ma-out sa susunod: paano, wala siyang ka-loveteam).
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<br />Ngayon lang ako bumoto sa isang reality show. Hindi pa rin nga ako nakababawi sa pagtatanggal sa kanya dati. Tingin ko, hindi siya ibinoto ng mga tao noon (gaya ko) dahil akala nila’y siguradong-sigurado namang in siya. Bukod sa pinakamaganda siya sa mga babae (batay sa biased kong pagtingin, siyempre), halos strongest siya sa lahat ng exercises noong linggo na na-out siya. Paborito rin siya ng jurors. Ergo, text votes talaga ang nag-alis sa kanya sa magic circle of ten. Kaya ngayon, plis, plis, iboto natin siya.
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<br />Hindi po ako naniniwala na kailangang iboto ang questor dahil lang kababayan siya (nangunguna si Franz ngayon, paano, matindi ang panawagan sa tanang Cebu hehe). Well, nagkataon lang na taga-Laguna rin si Paw. Pero wala iyong kinalaman. Pramis. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103174138678767312004-12-14T20:55:00.000+08:002004-12-16T13:15:38.676+08:00Unang Tala sa PaskoPagkagising kaninang umaga, sinalubong ako ng balita sa <span style="font-style:italic;">MUB</span>: yumao na si FPJ. Wala na si Da King, ang itinuturing na Hari ng Pelikulang Pilipino. Wala na ang Panday. Wala na ang itinuturing ng marami pa ring Pilipino na siyang totoong nanalong pangulo ng Pilipinas nitong nagdaang halalan. Halos hindi na ako nagulat. Mamamatay naman talaga ang tao. Naligo ako, gaya ng dati. Malamig na ang tubig. Magpapasko na nga. At dahil magpapasko na, ako kahapon ang pinagawa (ivinolunteer ni QT, hay) ni Ma’am Beni ng tula (“kahit isang maliit na tanaga lang, Egay”) para sa card na ipamimigay ng Kagawaran sa ibang opisina sa Ateneo. Nagwawasto ako noon ng papel ng mga estudyante; kinailangan kong itigil upang pag-isipan ang tula. Sa huling sandali, gusto kong tanggihan (“Joseph, ikaw na, Pasko e, di naman ako nakasusulat ng masayang tula.” “Kaya mo ‘yan, sayang ang Palanca.” “Ngek, e ikaw ba, may tula nang masaya?” “Wala.” “O, e ako, paano, paano ako susulat ng masayang tula, siyempre, masaya dapat di ba?” “Kaya mo ‘yan.”) Ilang minuto at ilang rebisyon ang nakalipas (mabuti’t naroon din si Nikka upang magbasa, kahit magbasa lang), ito na ang pinakamasayang tulang pamasko na kaya kong gawin:
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<br />Bumuhos man ang bagyo,
<br />kakanlungin ang mundo
<br />ng Pag-ibig sa tao:
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Narito na ang Pasko.</span>
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<br />Kaninang umaga, may mga batang mula sa Negros (anak ng mga magsasaka sa Negros, 6-14 taon) na nag-caroling sa kagawaran. Hinarana kami ng mga awiti-pamasko sa Hiligaynon (?). Aliw na aliw kami sa pinakabata sa kanila. Bibong-bibo. Sulit ang (dinig ko’y) kung ilang libong ibinigay ng kagawaran. Para rin iyon sa kanilang pag-aaral. Ambag rin para sa kanilang kinabukasan. Ano’ng mayroon sa mga ganitong uri ng pagkakataon—kumakantang mga bata, aliw na aliw sa kanilang ginagawa—upang makapagpagaan nitong loob. Tama: <span style="font-style:italic;">Narito na ang Pasko.</span> Kahit hindi ko na ginagawa ang dapat sana’y tungkulin ng isang ganap na Katoliko, may ilang bagay, gaya ng ganitong pagdiriwang, na hindi ko basta-basta matatalikuran. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103173967895441692004-12-13T20:34:00.000+08:002004-12-16T13:12:47.896+08:00KailanganKa+ilang+an. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ilang</span>. Paanong ang “anumang inaasahang matapos, mangyari, o matamo; mahalagang bagay na dapat tugunan” ay maaaring nagmula sa “pook na malayo sa kabahayan, malungkot, at walang naninirahan; parang; paggipit sa kalaban at katalo; o hindi mapakali.” Mahalagang mapagmunihan ito. Pook na malayo sa kabahayan, malungkot, at walang naninirahan: Kailangan. Ano’ng ibig sabihin nito? Bakit gayon? Subalit magkaiba sila ng bigkas: ílang, iláng. Kasimbigkas pa ng ilang-ilang (“punongkahoy na may mabangong bulaklak at langis; bulaklak nito”). Iyon kaya ang <span style="font-style:italic;">kailangan</span>? Isang punongkahoy/bulaklak?
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Ka ilang an</span>
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<br />Tinawag ako ng samyo ng mga bulaklak.
<br />Malayo sa kabahayan. <span style="font-style:italic;">Mahalaga ito.</span>
<br />Ngayong gabi, magwawakas ang dapat
<br />maganap. Magaganap ang wakas.
<br />Bukas, lilisanin ang mga tahanan.
<br />Nauna nang nabalisa ang mga punongkahoy.
<br />Susuka ng langis ang banal na bundok,
<br />gayon ang hula ng matatanda.
<br />Hindi luluha ang langit. Matitigib ng panglaw
<br />ang lupa. Maaanod ng langis ang sinag
<br />ng araw. Samantala’y hindi ako mapakali
<br />ngayon: babang-luksa ng kalikasan.
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Noon pa ako yumao, ‘kita mo.</span>
<br />Hinahamon ako ng punong iyon.
<br />Sabi ko noo’y di na ako malulungkot
<br />sa pagpatak ng dahon. Pinitas ko
<br />ang huling bulaklak. Sa wakas,
<br />tinatanggap ko ang pagkatalo. egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1103171001049257792004-12-13T14:46:00.000+08:002004-12-16T12:23:21.050+08:00(. . .)Natapos ko na rin sa wakas ang <span style="font-style:italic;">Smallville</span> Season 3. Sa wakas, dahil mahigit isang semestre na akong may kopya ng vcd’s ni Morny, at ngayon lang ako nagkaroon ng panahon na panoorin (may isang buwan na ‘ata nang makabili ako ng sariling kopya sa dvd). Mas kaabang-abang ang season 4 (sino’ng may kopya na, kahit ng episodes lang na naipalabas na sa US?) dahil ipakikilala na si Lois Lane. Sinisilip-silip ko ang ilang Smallville websites kanina at lalo akong hindi makapaghintay. Hay. Samantala, dumarami na naman ang mga papel ng estudyante na kailangan kong iwasto.
<br /><center>-o0o-</center> Nauunawaan mo ba? Lagi na lang ganito. Kailangan ko ring huminga.
<br /><center>-o0o-</center>Lumikha ng alingasngas ang <span style="font-style:italic;">Tangang Lawin</span>. Di ko maiwasang maisip ang <span style="font-style:italic;">The Joke</span> ni Milan Kundera. Ganito, ganito ang mangyayari kapag sineryoso natin ang biro. (Pero baka nga, hindi na biro lamang ito; o walang “lamang” sa biro.)
<br />egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1102912789578833392004-12-12T22:04:00.000+08:002004-12-13T12:39:49.580+08:00Mga Di InaasahanNakita ko na naman si Allan kanina, sa NBS-Katipunan. Sa UP nga pala pumapasok ang kuya n’ya. Nagdadalawang-isip pa ako kanina kung pupunta ba ako sa National (kahit wala naman akong bibilhin) bago dumiretso ng Rustan’s. Pumunta na rin ako, nagbuklat-buklat muna ng mga magasin, <span style="font-style:italic;">Time</span> (inisa-isa ko ang mga gadget sa Best Innovations in 2004 issue), <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Newsbreak</span></span> (nagbago na ang lay-out, mas gusto ko iyung dati), Free Press (may essay si Mabi, gusto ko sanang bilhin pero napagpasyahan ko na ipakopya na lang ang sanaysay n’ya sa lib bukas). Pagkaraan pinasadahan ang Filipiniana shelf, baka may bagong nadagdag. Wala, gayon pa rin, gaya nang huli akong dumaan doon. Paalis na ako nang naisip kong bumili ng pocket notebook (dahil sa laptop na ako nagjojournal ngayon, hindi ko na kailangan ng journal notebook talaga; ang kailangan ko lang ay notebook na madaling maisilid sa bulsa para sa mga tala na isusulat ko nang buo sa gabi pagharap dito sa laptop). Doon ko nakita si Allan. Parang nagkagulatan pa kami, hindi ko agad siya nakilala, paano’y nahirapang iproseso agad ng utak ko na maaaring magkita kami dito sa Katipunan. Nang makabawi sa pagkabigla, saka nga niya ipinakilala sa akin ang kuya niya. “Mag-iingat ka, Allan.” Lagi namang gayon ang paalam ko sa sinumang itinuturing na kapatid sa JHNS. “Ikaw din, kuya.” Magaan na ulit ang loob ko. Tinext ko si Khayam (kalo-load ko lang kaya hindi ako nakareply sa text niya kahapon) para ipaalam na nagkita kami ni Allan (magkaklase sila noong high school).
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<br />Wala pang isang buwan ang nakararaan, si Vic naman ang di-inaasahang nakasalubong ko sa Katipunan. Kasama niya ang mga kabanda n’ya (may banda na siya!), may gig sila malapit dito. Biglang-bigla rin kami pareho. Siya ang unang nakakita. “Kuya Egay?” Gaya kay Allan kanina, natagalan bago ko siya nakilala noon; hindi ko naisip noong mga gabi na nagvivigil kami, o may mga retreat sa San Pablo (mahigit apat na taon na ang nakararaan ang huli) na magkikita kami rito sa Quezon City sa ganoong paraan. Pero gayon lang. Bati. Agarang kumustahan. Pagkatapos, paalaman na agad. May kanya-kanya kaming pupuntahan. Ni hindi ko man lang nakuha ang cel number n’ya o naibigay ang sa akin. Sayang, lalo pa’t sa December 27 e mayroon nga kaming reunion/Christmas party.
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<br />Sino pa kaya sa kanila ang narito lang sa tabi-tabi, na maaaring-maaari na makasalubong ko nang hindi inaasahan? Sa susunod, pipilitin kong hindi na magulat. Malaki na rin tiyak ang nabago sa mga buhay nila at hindi malayong isipin na rito rin sila tangayin ng kani-kanilang pangangarap. Makilala pa sana nila ako. Makilala ko pa sana silang lahat. Kapag tinitingnan ko ang listahan ng mahigit 200 naging miyembro ng JHNS na nakilala ko lahat nang personal, tumatawag lahat sa akin ng kuya (maliban sa mga kabatch ko na kaklase’t kaibigan rin noong high school) at araw-araw na ipinagdadasal noong mga taon na malakas pa ako. Linggo ngayon, subalit may ilang taon na rin na halos naging pasya ang sadyang di pagsisimba. Hindi ko pa siguro kayang aminin ito sa kanila.egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8331206.post-1102912547190428532004-12-12T13:18:00.000+08:002004-12-13T12:35:47.190+08:002 PalabasKatatapos ko lang maglinis ng kuwarto, simula kaninang alas-nuwebe pagkaumagahan. Talagang mas masarap ngang magtrabaho kung ganito, malinis ang paligid.
<br /><center>-o0o-</center>Noong Biyernes, pinanood namin ni Jema ang <span style="font-style:italic;">Bunso</span> sa UP Film Institute. Bagong dokumentaryo ni Ditsi Carolino, tungkol sa mga batang bilanggo. Hindi nalalayo sa atake niya sa <span style="font-style:italic;">Riles: Life on the Tracks</span>, hindi kasimbigat ng paksa ang atake niya rito (higit na may siste, kaysa sa una niyang <span style="font-style:italic;">Minsan Lang Sila Bata</span>). Sa panayam halimbawa sa isa sa mga bata, sinabi ni Tony na hindi siya nagnanakaw sa mga tindera sa kalye, dahil kamukha aniya ito ng kanyang mga tiyo at tiya. Maraming bahagi na di mapipigilan ng mga tao na mapatawa sa sitwasyon at katapatan ng mga bata, bagaman alam natin na higit pa sa tawa ang hinihingi ng dokumentaryo.
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<br />Pagkatapos ng pelikula, may isang babae mula sa Commission on Human Rights na nagbigay ng puna. Aniya, kinakailangang maging maingat ng pelikula sa paggamit ng mga termino. Sa ibinigay umanong bilang ng child “offenders,” mahalagang kilalanin na marami sa kanila ang hindi “guilty” sa anumang krimen na ibinibintang sa kanila, kaya mainam aniya kung child “accused” ang terminong gagamitin. Habang sumasang-ayon ako sa puna ng babae mula sa CHR na maging maingat sa mga termino, naniniwala rin akong hindi ito usapin (lamang) kung nagkasala ba ang bata o hindi. Totoo nga naman: ang tatlong bata na pinagtuunan ng naratibo ng dokumentaryo ay pawang “guilty” sa kani-kanilang krimen: pagnanakaw, paggamit ng droga, pagnanakaw muli. Bakit hindi tinalakay sa dokumentaryo ang kaso ng mga batang wala talagang kasalanan? Sa palagay ko, mahalaga ang pasyang ito ni Carolino. Kapag ipinakita niya ang kaso ng mga batang iyon (na naniniwala akong marami rin), may panganib na matabunan ang totoong isyu. Maaaring makisimpatya sa kanila sapagkat “wala silang kasalanan,” at hindi dahil “bata pa sila.” Naniniwala akong hindi pa ganap ang pananagutan ng isang tao sa kanyang mga pagkilos kapag wala pa siya sa sapat na gulang. Higit kaysa sa bata, mas may pananagutan ang magulang na nagkulang sa paggabay sa kanya.<span style="font-style:italic;"> Bata pa sila.</span> Hindi dapat ganito ang mundong ginagalawan nila.
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<br />Samantala, may isang banyaga (mula sa UNICEF) na tumayo upang magbigay ng puna. Bumati siya ng magandang hapon sa Filipino. Akala ko, isa lang iyon sa mga limitadong alam niya sa wika natin, pero nang nagpatuloy siya sa pagpuna at pagtatanong sa Filipino, hindi ko maiwasang mamangha at humanga. Wala siyang binanggit kahit na isang salita sa Ingles! Sana’y nakadama na pagkapahiya ang lahat ng mga Pilipinong naunang nagbigay ng puna, na kung hindi sa Ingles ay sa Taglish (Fililish?). Tuwang-tuwa ako’t may ilan akong estudyante sa Fil 12 na nanood. Mahalaga ang itinanong ng lalaki: bakit aniya magaan ang pagdadala ni Carolino sa paksa? Bakit hindi naipakita na may karahasan sa loob ng piitan at mapanganib ito para sa mga bata? Tiyak naman ang tugon ni Carolino: limitado sila ng kayang makunan ng kamera. Pagsasara ng kulungan sa gabi, hindi na sila maaaring manatili roon kaya naman, kung ano man ang mga nagaganap sa pagpatay sa mga ilaw, hindi na nila maisasali. Gayumpaman, sinikap nilang ipakita ang panganib na ito sa pamamagitan ng pagbanggit sa mga estadistika sa dulo: kung ilang mga bata ang bilanggo sa kasalukuyan, at kung paanong marami sa kanila ang nabibiktima ng panghahalay sa loob.
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<br />May Comprehensive Juvenile Detainees Bill pala na nakabimbin na sa kongreso sa loob ng limang taon. Hindi ko maunawaan kung ano ang maaaring mga pumigil sa mambabatas upang patagalin ang pagpapatibay ng batas na mangangalaga sa kondisyon at karapatan ng mga bata, kahit pa nga ba bilanggo sila bunga ng mga krimen na maaaring hindi pa nila ganap na nauunawaan.
<br /><center>-o0o-</center>Nanood kami nina Jema at Vim ng <span style="font-style:italic;">2046</span> sa SM City kagabi. Lagi akong pinapagod ng mga pelikula ni Wong Kar Wai. Kapareho ng naramdaman ko matapos panoorin ang kanyang <span style="font-style:italic;">Chungking Express</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">In the Mood for Love</span>, at kahit ang <span style="font-style:italic;">Happy Together</span> dati. Kailangan talagang mapanood ko na ang tatlo pang pelikula ni Wong Kar Wai (may dvd’s si QT), bago ko muling panoorin ang <span style="font-style:italic;">2046</span>, lalo pa’t maraming bahagi ng pelikula ay may alusyon sa mga tagpo at tema ng mga nauna niyang pelikula.egayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427206137380685519noreply@blogger.com0