tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911791506348157242010-10-18T06:29:55.678-07:00Puer AuternusAn exact copy of my life is being lived a million light years away/If there's a way to prove it. - Eric Gamalinda, "Poem Not Written in Catalan"El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-40115213714828951582010-10-18T06:29:00.001-07:002010-10-18T06:29:55.695-07:002010-10-18T06:29:55.695-07:00Ang White Lady sa Calle Anita<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Una nga Hitabo<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Amo ini ang nakapaskil sa tapi nga nakabitay sa gate sang nagaisahanon nga male dormitory sa Calle Anita nga kagina pa ginatalatan-aw ni Carlos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mga kinse minutos na sia nagatindog sa guwa kag ginabais ang kaugalingon kon masulod ukon indi agud mag-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">inquire</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Natalupangdan niya nga sarado ang puwertahan sang dorm kag mangkot niya kon kinanlan pa niya manuktok.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ginpangita man niya ang <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">doorbell</i> apang wala gid sia ti may nakita.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ano man ni nga dorm man? Wala na guard, wala pa doorbell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kon wala lang ko ginpalayas sang dragon ko nga landlady kagab-i, indi man ko mapadpad di.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have no choice.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Ginviolate ni Carlos ang <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rule Number Three </i>sang iya ginadayunan nga boarding house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nadakpan sia sang iya laon nga landlady nga nagagamit sang <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hair dryer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>Nabatian niya kuno ang hagung sini halin sa iya kuwarto kag dali-dali nga hibaluon kon diin nagahalin ang tunog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Forced eviction </i>ang verdict sang <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">dragon landlady</i> kay Carlos kon ngaa nadakpan niya ang kaugalingon nga nagatindog sa guwa sang Calle Anita Boys Dormitory.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Maano tani?” pamangkot sang ilom kag putot nga <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">caretaker</i> nga nagbukas sang gate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May bitbit ini nga balde nga may unod nga darag nga tubig halin sa pagpangdagnas sang salog.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“A, sulod lang.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ara man da si Inis,” sabat sini dungan talikod kag bukas sang puwertahan. Nagtalsik pa sini ang tubig halin sa balde nga nagbasa sang sidsid sang pantalon ni Carlos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ah.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nagtindog si Inis kag may gin-ukay sa mga <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">folders </i>nga nagatambak sa ibabaw sang drawer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sagi ini ka-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hum</i> sang dumaan nga kanta, ang <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Put Your Head on My Shoulder </i>ni Paul Anka.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-4011521371482895158?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-75380623404200829902010-10-17T03:35:00.000-07:002010-10-17T07:21:55.992-07:002010-10-17T07:21:55.992-07:00Closet Homo(phobic)<i>"Once again, you're closet homophobia seeps to the surface like the contents for a cracked cesspool."-Kurt Hummel</i><br />
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Katatapos ko lamang mapanood ang bagong episode ng <i>Glee</i> na "Duets." Ang maganda sa TV series na ito ay siksik ito sa mga kaalaman at katotohanang ipinapahatid hindi lamang sa mga kabataan kundi sa lipunan din. Mga issues tungkol sa paaralan, pagkakaibigan, pamilya, at maging ang gender ay tinatalakay ng series na ito, maliban sa mga musical numbers na nakakaaliw. Habang pinapanood ang <i>Glee,</i> there was this particular storyline kung saan inaalok ni Kurt, ang baklang kasapi ng New Directions, si Sam, ang pinakabago naman nitong member na magkasama sila sa duet, sa pag-aakalang bakla rin ito.<br />
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Personally, I don't have an issue with Kurt asserting his sexuality onto Sam. Ang tumatak lamang sa akin ay kung paano ito tinutulan ni Finn na sa simula pa lang ay nagkaroon na rin ng sagutan kay Kurt kung saan sinabihan niya ito na bakla noon. Sa madaling salita, homophobic si Finn. But then again, hindi ito review ng <i>Glee </i>episode. Ito ay blog entry para sa sarili kong pananaw tungkol sa issue na ni-raise ng TV series.<br />
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Matagal ko na ring pinag-isipan kung paano sulatin ang sanaysay regarding homophobia. Kasi naman lately I had bouts with questions regarding one's gender, particularly sa isang taong nakilala ko. Sa totoo lang, madali kong matanggap ang mga taong nakikipagkaibigan sa akin. I'm not saying na perpekto akong tao. Kasama sa pagtanggap ng mga kaibigan ay ang hindi maiiwasang pagdya-judge ko sa kanila kung minsan. Para sa akin kasi, mahalaga ang tiwala at katapatan sa pagkakaibigan. Kaya siguro kaunti lang talaga ang matuturing kong mga totoong kaibigan. And honestly hindi talaga ako lubusang nagtitiwala sa mga taong nakikipagkaibigan through any social networking sites like Facebook at Twitter. So iyon nga, out of the blue, ininvite niya ako sa FB, sa Twitter, at sa Tumblr. Hindi naman siya totally stranger, since iisang school at college lang naman ang pinapasukan namin. Pero ang strange lang dun, ay matagal na niya pala akong kilala (oo naman kasi teacher ako) at planong kausapin kaya lang nahihiya siya kasi palagi daw akong yumuyuko kapag naglalakad.<br />
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And days went by na finafollow namin ang tweets ng isa't isa at minsan nagchachat sa Facebook. I almost thought nakahanap ako ng bagong kaibigan sa kabila ng kanyang pagtatanong ng ilang personal questions gaya ng magkano ang salary ko, atbp. And things began to get annoying na to the point na kahit ang kanyang intention ay parang kinekwestiyon ko na. Para kasing maski personal kong buhay ay tila pinanghihimasukan na, na sa lahat ng bagay, ay ikinagagalit ko. Doon nga nagsimula ang aking pagdududa sa kanyang katapatan sa pagkakaibigan sa akin. Maging ang pagdududa ko sa kanyang gender. Sa unang pagkakataon, nasagi sa isipan ko ang ganoong katanungan. I really don't mind if my friends are straight or gays, pero sa kasong ito, I had this dire desire na alamin ang totoong siya, considering sa mga sinasabi at ipinapakita niya sa akin. Sa madaling salita, tinanggihan ko siya. Number one, nagtatanong siya ng mga tanong na kahit mga magulang ko ay hindi itinatanong sa akin.Number two, sabi niya, kailangan niya ng aking attention (goodness, sarili ko nga hindi ko mabigyan ng attention, siya pa?). Number three, siya'y isang student (and asking questions apart from academic queries seems off para sa akin).<br />
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Challenge para aking ang sitwasyon lalung lalo na kapag trust and honesty ang pinag-uusapan. Wala namang ginawang offensive ang tao kaya lang mayroon talagang hostility akong nararamdaman. Siguro it came too fast at talagang hindi ko siya kilala. I may blew things out of proportion and posed myself as a total badass, pero may mali na hindi ko matantiya. To cut the story short, I eventually found out na gay pala siya. Siguro ako na ang huling tao na nakaalam nun, dahil wala din naman akong pakialam. That's what they said na kahit papano nagconfirm din ng hinala ko. I could have been his friend kung naging honest lang siya. Not bluntly naman na sasabihin niya na bakla siya, pero kahit paano naclear naman ang doubts ko sa intention niya (which totally I wouldn't buy). Sa ngayon, wala. Tuloy ang buhay. I have nothing against that person. He could be my friend for all I care. At lesson na din ito sa akin. Hindi naman talaga gender o homophobia ang issue dito. Simple lang. Lahat ay posible kong maging kaibigan. Pero ang totoong pagkakaibigan, hindi pinipilit ang tiwala at katapatan. Ipinapakita ito sa lahat ng pagkakataon. Sa poetry at fiction nga, "show don't tell."<br />
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Sa wakas, naisulat ko na rin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-7538062340420082990?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-73012284918461262352010-10-16T09:42:00.001-07:002010-10-16T09:42:37.888-07:002010-10-16T09:42:37.888-07:00Writer's Block Daw (O Arte Lang)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLnVLIGLMuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5n-4e_O3K0c/s1600/wb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLnVLIGLMuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5n-4e_O3K0c/s320/wb.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know the feeling na kahit kating-kati na ang kamay mo na ikamot ang ballpen sa papel ay tila hindi mo magawa dahil parang may malaking bato na nagpapabigat at nagpapatigil upang ikaw ay makapagsulat. Ang worse pa, ay kapag kahit ang isipan mo ay tila vacuum at ni kahit isang disente't simpleng salita ay nakakulong sa madilim na sulok ng iyong utak na naghihimutok na makatakas. Ganyan ang naexperience ko lately. Writer's block man ang tawag dito o pagkatamad, basta ang alam ko, parang sasakyang kulang sa gasolina ang aking sarili. Ilang buwan na rin akong hindi nakakapagsulat ng mga binalaybay at sugidanun.at kahit anong pilit kong basahin ang koleksiyon ng mga maiikling kuwento sa library o basahin ang mga tula ni Frost, wala pa rin akong motivation na magsulat. Maghanap man ako ng inspirasyon, napaka elusive naman yata ng aking Muse. Kahit ang journal ko ay napupuno na ng mga blankong pahina na nasasabik na makapagniig sa aking panulat at mga talinhaga. Minsan nasasabi ko sa sarili--this is so not me. Naliligaw na ata ako ng landas. Baka hindi nga ako likas na writer.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><blockquote style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLnLFMSkHfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iklmPp9kzoU/s1600/wb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></a></div></blockquote><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sa kabila ng ganitong masaklap na kalagayan, hindi ko pa rin nakakalimutan ang sinulat ni Rainer Maria Rilke sa Letters to a Young Poet na kahit saan man yata ako mapadpad ay nag-eecho pa rin sa aking isipan. Ayon sa kaniya, "There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write..."</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">Nagsisilbing konsensiya ko ang payo ni Rilke at kung ang aking sitwasyon ang pagbabasehan, bigo akong sundin ang payong ito. Dahil nga hindi ako makapagsulat. Kung sisirin ko man ang kailaliman ng aking sarili para lamang alamin ang mga dahilan kung bakit ako magsusulat, naku, ni hindi nga makakaabot hanggang baywang ang lalim nito. Puno ng kababawan! At 'yung ang ikinayayamot ko. Ang mababaw na rason kung bakit nawalan ako ng ganang magsulat. Sa madaling salita, nag-iinarte lang. At isang John Iremil Teodoro nga lang ang makakapagpagising sa akin sa katotohanang ito. Salamat sa kanyang comment sa aking Facebook "nugay sagi inarte. sulat lang" (huwag kang mag-inarte. sulat lang).</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">Muli kong sinubukan na sisirin ang dahilan ng aking pagkasadlak. Muli kong binalikan ang lulan na pinagmulan ng dilemma na ito. At ngayon, napapangiti na lamang ako habang naiisip na si Rainer din pala ang magdadala sa akin pabalik sa landas ng pagiging manunulat. Bakit nga ba ako nagsusulat? Bakit ako magsusulat? Pag-ibig. Ang ligaya at kabiguang dala nito. Buhay. Ang tagumpay at pagsubok na handog nito. At sa marami pang dahilan na tanging ang isang manunulat lamang ang makapaghatid sa pamamagitan ng kanyang mga binalaybay at sugidanun. Ang mga dahilan na tumutulak sa isang writer na mag-inarte to the point of being insane. Mabuti na lamang at muli akong nagising sa kadramahang ito. Salamat sa Sirena. Salamat kay Rainer.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-7301228491846126235?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-64201260959091066362010-10-10T08:18:00.000-07:002010-10-10T08:18:06.308-07:002010-10-10T08:18:06.308-07:00Vanity Aside: the Velada Filipiniana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLHMCs4k8KI/AAAAAAAAANs/Z4oVBRK-8n4/s1600/IMG_6084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLHMCs4k8KI/AAAAAAAAANs/Z4oVBRK-8n4/s320/IMG_6084.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLHST_tz9CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LwW2LXoTPUU/s1600/IMG_6083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLHST_tz9CI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LwW2LXoTPUU/s320/IMG_6083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLHMLg7MWrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WIBlXfZ9ThQ/s1600/IMG_6076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TLHMLg7MWrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WIBlXfZ9ThQ/s320/IMG_6076.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I am a USA Little Theater alum? Yeah. After six years, I "owned" the stage again (though I was a scriptwriter then). Here are the pics as I, together with the other USALT alumni and its present members, performed "Ang Bayong kag ang Banga" during the Velada Filipiniana in celebration of our Patron Saint's Day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-6420126095909106636?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-78846408719232746632010-09-27T05:49:00.000-07:002010-09-27T05:49:17.878-07:002010-09-27T05:49:17.878-07:00To the Abandoned House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TKCQdXITzdI/AAAAAAAAANY/XsThSzKlf2o/s1600/092620102717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TKCQdXITzdI/AAAAAAAAANY/XsThSzKlf2o/s400/092620102717.jpg" width="300" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TKCQvyW5K2I/AAAAAAAAANo/8X1vmbmcyhc/s1600/092620102722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TKCQvyW5K2I/AAAAAAAAANo/8X1vmbmcyhc/s400/092620102722.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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It's a Sunday, and as a part of our father-son bonding, Pap and I supposed to see the dolphins. But since they shied away from us, we dropped by this abandoned house beneath the sea. It had been standing there many years ago but it was my first time to really explore the place. Totally cool.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-7884640871923274663?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-20101099489754953292010-09-18T00:05:00.000-07:002010-09-18T00:05:56.954-07:002010-09-18T00:05:56.954-07:00Una carta a un desconocido (a Rilke)Hanggang ngayon,hindi ko pa rin lubos maisip kung bakit nangyayari ang ganitong mga pagkakataon sa buhay ng isang tao. Kung bakit may mga dayong basta basta na lamang kumakatok sa pintuan at pilit magdadala, kung hindi kaligayahan, ay pangamba sa buhay ng iba. Marahil isa akong biktima ng ganitong kalagayan. At simula nang pumasok ka sa buhay ko,samu't sari nang mga tanong ang bumabagabag sa aking isipan--gaya ng "sino ka nga ba?", "paano mo ako nakilala?" at "ano ang kailangan mo sa akin?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-2010109948975495329?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-43952646297906797732010-09-17T23:14:00.000-07:002010-09-17T23:14:04.121-07:002010-09-17T23:14:04.121-07:00Mr. Bean tee for Dr. Dean<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TJRYdyJOnSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Fl8GaWmhiA0/s1600/beantee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TJRYdyJOnSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Fl8GaWmhiA0/s400/beantee.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-4395264629790679773?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-24610765106814829562010-08-21T05:13:00.000-07:002010-08-21T05:13:30.331-07:002010-08-21T05:13:30.331-07:00Imaginary Perversion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TG_CrlIhVKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rGuofgWnD2o/s1600/lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TG_CrlIhVKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rGuofgWnD2o/s400/lady.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-2461076510681482956?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-89726822139600062292010-08-13T17:40:00.000-07:002010-08-13T17:40:44.023-07:002010-08-13T17:40:44.023-07:00Magapabilin Gihapon<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;">Sa sulud ka pik-ap ko run gid lang ginbasa ang gintugro ni Sir John nga papel nga gindeliver ni Timothy R. Montes katong All-Visayas Centennial Writers Workshop sa Tacloban kang December 4, 2008.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pauli run ako kato sa Casay hay sa amo ngato nga tiyempo ginhambalan run ako nga mapa-Manila agud mag-obra sa Development Academy of the Philippines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daw kisap lang ka mata ang pag-abiso kanakun bisan pa nga ginaekspektar ko nga basi sa sunod tuig pa ako mapanaw sa Manila.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ugaring wara ko nahanda ang akun kaugalingun nga sa sarang adlaw mapa-Manila ako run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amo ra nga raku nga mga bagay ang nagsulud sa akun nga pamensarun, ilabi run gid nga tulad pa, manug-Krismas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Raku nga mga rason kon andut indi pa ako luyag magpa-Manila kag sara run kadya ang pagbaya ko sa akun pinalangga nga baryo, ang Casay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Umpisa pa kang una, bisan mag-agto ako sa marayu, indi takun kasaho<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>nga indi ako mag-uli dayon sa Casay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dasig ang akun pagkahidlaw, nga daw ginabutung ako kadya pauli agud liwat nga sug-alawun ang anang mainit nga hakus kanakun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ginapatihan ko ang Casay may bahul nga impluwensiya sa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mga hitabo sa akun kabuhi, ilabi run gid sa akun pag-eskuwela sa marayu nga lugar patas kang San Jose, Iloilo kag Bacolod.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ang pirme ko nga pag-absent sa klase, ang akun pagmasakit kag iba pa amo lang ang mga rason agud ako makauli sa Casay, kag wara run ako ti mapensaran nga mga rason kon andut kinahanglan ko mag-untat sa pagtuon kato.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Pirme ako ginaabot kang akun kapung-aw kon madumduman ko ang kanta kang dagat sa atubang kang kaambung kang bukid kang Nasog kon nagapalaminday-panaw ako sa daray-ahan dungan <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pautuy-utuy <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa pagnamnam kang kakalam kang baras nga nagaituk sa akun dapa-dapa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kon sa tunga ako kang pagpanghangkat, ginakahidlaw ako sa pagbatyag kang maramig nga dapya nga nagahapulas sa akun panit samtang ginatangra ko ang ugsad kon gabii.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amo ra nga nagadali gid takun nga mag-uli sa Casay agud dya mabatyagan kag maliwat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa Casay gid lang ako nagabuul kang kusug sa pag-atubang sa ragkul nga mga balud kag mapagrus nga mga buhawi nga ginaatubang ko sa akun nga kabuhi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Ugaring kadya,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>kinahanglan ko liwan tana bayaan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kadya, bayaan ko tana it malawig kag wara ako kamaan kon san-o ako mauli.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ang tanan wara it kasiguraduhan kag amo dya ang nagatugro kanakun kang tuman nga kasubu.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Raku nga paramangkutanun ang nagasarasalidhay sa akun paino-ino.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bag-o lang kami nagkit-anay ni Sir John kag may gintugro tana kanakun nga mga barasahun tuhoy sa ana nga pagatend kang Workshop sa UP Tacloban.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sara kadya ang paper ni Timothy R. Montes nga may tig-ulo “In the Heart (For F. Sionil Jose). “<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Samtang ginabasa ko dya, nagtigib gid ang mga ideya ni Montes nga daw nagpahagan hagan gawa sa akun nga kasubu sa pagbaya ko sa Casay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patas ko, si Montes sangka manunulat man nga may pagpalangga sa anang banwa nga Borlongan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ang anang mga siday kag mga sugidanun buta kang anang handurawan parti sa Borlongan. Bisan sa marayu tana, ginatinguhaan na nga ipinta ang dyang mga handurawan sa mga tinaga ukon istorya agud anang ipabutyag ang pagpalangga sa anang banwa kon diin tana nagbahul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Indi ko gid malipatan ang anang ginhambal kon diin anang ginsaad nga baliskad ang pagsulat tuhoy sa sangka lugar, hay kinahanglan mabatyagan natun ang anang pagkadura agud makasulat ‘ta nahanungod sa amo dya nga lugar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ginpadayon na dya paagi sa pagbuul ka tinaga halin kay G.K Chesterton nga kon sa tion nga kita nabangut run sa sangka lugar, ang dyang lugar gadura.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sugot takun sa pagpati kang mga manunulat nga dya.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mas manami ang mga sugidanun parti sa pinalangga mo nga lugar ukon bagay kon marayu kaw kana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa pagkamatuod, gamay pa lang man ang akun nasulatan parti sa Casay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ang una ko nga sugidanun sa Kinaray-a ang “Sa Sulud kang Baul,” bisan wara nangaranan ang lugar, sa akun pagsulat ginapanuruk ko ang Casay bilang sangka baryo kon diin ang dyang istorya natabo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bisan ang short story ko nga “The Butterfly Reverie,” gintago ko lang ang Casay paagi sa pagbaliskad kang ngaran na amo ra nga nahimo nga Yasac.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Halata man nga Casay ang lugar kag kon sin-o man nga Casaynon ang makabasa, maman-an gid nanda tungud sa mga butang nga namentionar sa istorya.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ang naglain lang <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ang ritwal kang amba nga maan lang kon may nagaobra pa ka amo kadya.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bahul man nga impluwensya sa akun mga binalaybay ang Casay, ilabi run gid ang Punta Nasog, Bantigue, kag ang daray-ahan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa tanan ko nga mga sinulatan, ginaako ko nga mabudlay tugruan kang ana nga laragway ang Casay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kon magsulat ako ginpanuruk ko ang kada rilikuan, ang daray-ahan, ang kabukidan, ang mga tawo. ang mga hitabo, kag ang mga panimalay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kon basahun ko ang mga sugidanun kag mga binalybay ko, daw indi ko pa sanda maapresyar kag hina pa gid man ang akun nga pagpinta-tinaga sa akun pinalangga nga baryo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Namarasmasan ako sa papel ni Montes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kang una nagapati ako nga kinahanglan ko mag-istar sa sangka lugar agud mapanami ang akun nga pagsulat parti rugya.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nga kinahanglan kon ano ang makita ko, amo gid ra ang deskripsyon ukon paglarawan ko sa lugar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sa amo dya nga paagi amo ra guro nga nagadugang pa gid ang akun nga pagkabangut sa Casay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amo ra nga indi takun gusto nga tana bayaan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dumduman ko man ang ginsaad ni F. Sionil Jose sa anang essay nga “To the Young Writer.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suno kana, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“...write whenever you can do it best, in exile perhaps, but never, never leave your village, your town, your beginning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Enshrine it in your heart, sanctify it in your mind for your beginning gives you your soul, your humanity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In remembering with passion, you will be writing about a particular place and a particular people but you shall have given them also what all will recognize, the universality of man and of art itself.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ginakabig ko dya nga sangka panukod bilang manunulat nga marayu sa anang ginakilala nga barangay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amo man dya ang magapahanumdum kanakun nga padayunon ang paghanduraw sa mga masadya kag masubu nga mga hitabo sa akun pagkabata imaw sa akun pagkabuhi rugto sa Baryo kang Casay.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Siguro, sa Manila, mas mangin maanyag ang palaoy laoy kang balud sa anang pagkanta sa atubang kang Nasog, mas masanag ang ugsad<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sa anang pagyuhum kang ginalantaw ang paghigugmaanay kang darwa ka bituon, kag mas matugnaw ang dapya nga nagaharuk sa akun nga uyahun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tungud kadya, bisan pa sa marayu ako nga lugar, magapabilin gihapon ang akun pagbalikid kag pagkabuhi bilang matuod nga Casaynon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 8;"> </span>-E.S.Togonon<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 8;"> </span>Togonon’s Residence<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 8;"> </span>11 December 2008<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 4.3pt; margin-right: 4.3pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left; text-indent: 31.7pt;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-8972682213960006229?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-8649036868191766802010-08-10T18:37:00.000-07:002010-08-10T18:39:24.929-07:002010-08-10T18:39:24.929-07:00Alyssum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TGH-mWBT-oI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-nstmP5z3fI/s1600/lis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TGH-mWBT-oI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-nstmP5z3fI/s400/lis.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alyssum. It's a Chechen name that refers to a rare kind of myth flower that appears once a year on Caucasian Mountain hights.. it lives for a night only and it's said that its white colour heals souls.-urban dictionary.com</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Darayawun 'kaw nga gintunaan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bulak nga maamyon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hay sa pagbuskag kang imo talulot,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nagkunup ang iwag sa akun kalibutan.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Duag rosal, kanaryo ang imo sipad</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nga daw mga ipat-ipat</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sa lunhaw nga kagulangan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ilahas sa mariit nga kabukidan.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ang imong dahon daw alima</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kang diwata kang taliambong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Handa magbulong sa tagipusuon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kang sangka palaboy nga naudom.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mahumok nga karaptan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ang maniwang mo nga paklang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daw yuhum kang sangka lin-ay</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sa soltero nga naluyagan.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mabilin lang dya bala</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nga sangka gintunaan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ang imong kaambung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nga sa handurawan ko</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gid lang mahimo higugmaun?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">trans.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Kapuri-puri kang alamat</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Bulaklak na nakakahalina</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Dahil sa pamumukadkad ng iyong talulot</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sumaklaw ang liwanag sa aking mundo.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Kulay rosal, dilaw ang iyong talulot</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Na parang mga alitaptap</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sa luntiang gubat</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Bangis sa mariit na kabukiran.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ang iyong mga dahon parang palad</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ng isang Musa</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Handang gumamot sa puso</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ng isang palaboy na sawi.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Malambot na panghawak</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ang payat mong tangkay</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Parang ngiti ng isang dalaga</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sa binatang napupusuan.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Maiwan na lang kayang</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Isang alamat</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ang iyong kagandahan</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Na sa alaala ko</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Na lamang magawang mahalin?</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-864903686819176680?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-59664231805136332592010-08-06T08:14:00.000-07:002010-08-06T08:14:51.685-07:002010-08-06T08:14:51.685-07:00On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning by Haruki MurakamiOne beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku<br />
neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.<br />
<br />
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her<br />
clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep.<br />
She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly<br />
speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me.<br />
The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a<br />
desert.<br />
<br />
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or<br />
big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their<br />
time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant<br />
I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of<br />
her nose.<br />
<br />
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type.<br />
Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can<br />
remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.<br />
<br />
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.<br />
<br />
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"<br />
<br />
"Not really."<br />
<br />
"Your favorite type, then?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or<br />
the size of her breasts."<br />
<br />
"Strange."<br />
<br />
"Yeah. Strange."<br />
<br />
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"<br />
<br />
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."<br />
<br />
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.<br />
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell<br />
her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate<br />
that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April<br />
morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an<br />
antique clock build when peace filled the world.<br />
<br />
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a<br />
hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.<br />
<br />
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.<br />
<br />
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.<br />
How can I approach her? What should I say?<br />
<br />
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little<br />
conversation?"<br />
<br />
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman."Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the<br />
neighborhood?"<br />
<br />
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to<br />
buy a line like that?<br />
<br />
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for<br />
me."<br />
<br />
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry,<br />
she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for<br />
me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces.<br />
I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all<br />
about.<br />
<br />
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt<br />
is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a<br />
white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a<br />
stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to<br />
judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's<br />
ever had.<br />
<br />
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.<br />
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long<br />
speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up<br />
with are never very practical.<br />
<br />
Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you<br />
think?"<br />
<br />
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl<br />
sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They<br />
were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they<br />
believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100%<br />
perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And<br />
that miracle actually happened.<br />
<br />
One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.<br />
<br />
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe<br />
this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."<br />
<br />
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured<br />
you in every detail. It's like a dream."<br />
<br />
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour.<br />
They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect<br />
other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other.<br />
It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.<br />
<br />
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts:<br />
Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?<br />
<br />
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the<br />
girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers,<br />
then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens,<br />
and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do<br />
you think?"<br />
<br />
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."<br />
<br />
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.<br />
<br />
The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never<br />
have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers,<br />
and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know<br />
this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them<br />
unmercifully.<br />
<br />
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza,<br />
and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier<br />
years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's<br />
piggy bank.<br />
<br />
They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their<br />
unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that<br />
qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they<br />
became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to<br />
another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office.<br />
Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85%<br />
love.<br />
<br />
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.<br />
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was<br />
walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was<br />
walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku<br />
neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The<br />
faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their<br />
hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:<br />
<br />
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.<br />
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.<br />
<br />
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the<br />
clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing<br />
into the crowd. Forever.<br />
<br />
A sad story, don't you think?<br />
Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-5966423180513633259?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-74525964355123853722010-08-06T03:21:00.000-07:002010-08-06T03:21:46.917-07:002010-08-06T03:21:46.917-07:00LA/CAS Off the Press!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TFvh5dTxihI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kVtpfHI9Q-0/s1600/060820102499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TFvh5dTxihI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kVtpfHI9Q-0/s400/060820102499.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">One hundred years ago, when the autochton of Pridiland called <i>murtphils</i> still lived in comity, the Philtra Portal was cleared of the mysterious pea-soup that loomed the enchanted gateway against the intruders.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The Philtra Portal, an interdimensional door which leads to Pridiland, was guarded by Weazen Pilgarlic— a stout, bunny-eared <i>wendedu, </i>who kept the <i>chondrule key</i> and the magic aglet that pricked anyone who attempted to steal the key during the gatekeeper’s slumber.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The <i>murtphils</i> possessed all the gems in the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their houses, called <i>mansihuts</i>, were made of fine onyx wall and gleaming emerald sod that changed <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>its color whenever the floor is washed with charmed effervescence—<i>colaqua</i> spray.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEhPyGVaV7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rb7MIsgcgD4/s1600/portal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEhPyGVaV7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rb7MIsgcgD4/s400/portal.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Every murtphil owned a winged jument—a <i>beast of burden</i> with a buffalo’s head and a carriage’s body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On its sides sprouted silver eagle’s wings which allowed the jument to fly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Murtphils rode in juments whenever they transport willow roots to Scentymint Alley to trade for pork paste, bouillon bread, and Burmese rubies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Murtphils looked like ordinary mortals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Contrary to the stigma which linked them to magical creatures (but of course, they are in one way or another, considered magical), murtphils barely knew sorcery, or probably were unaware of such thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They have piercing crystalline eyes and thick eyebrows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Male murtphils have short ebony hair as dark as midnight, thin lips as red as their <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">san guine</i> (“blood of murtphils”) and aquiline noses as pointed as the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Savant</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Mountain</st1:placetype></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">But the bizarre attribute of the Phridian natives were their absence of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">philtrum</i> above their lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mortal seers told that the lack of philtrum revealed the enchantment murtphils were endowed with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The absence of their philtrum allowed the murtphils to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">apparate</i> at will, sojourn at mortal’s dreams and toy with their emotions. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Murtphils were naturally jesters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They lure the mortals, whom they called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">philtrash</i>, into falling in love but only to leave them in desolation, and worst, insanity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Of course, the love between a murtphil and a philtrash occurred possibly in our story, but in reality, the death of many ladies blamed the murtphil men for the crime.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether or not the rumor rang true, the autochton of Pridiland knew that the mysterious anomie was associated with the escape of Colporteur twenty years ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Colporteur was a daring, young murtphil who, together with his three friends, stole the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">chondrule key</i> and conjured the mysterious pea-soup to open the Philtra Portal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Petrifying the gatekeeper Weazen Pilgarlic, Colporteur and his three friends unlock the gateway leading to the mortal world, filching away the very important key which fringed the magical dimension to the human realm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">As the years passed, the Philtra Portal remained unlocked, allowing evil to contaminate the once utopic world of Pridiland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Murphils tried to retrieve and search for the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">chondrule key</i>, but to no avail, they failed in their quest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colporteur and his friends were never seen again and no murphils knew what happened to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">To defend themselves against the Anomies or the evil nymphs which tried to invade the Pridiland, murtphils used their very last resort to defeat their agressors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Magic or what they called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sahla manc’a.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Quaker Wisemann, the head council of the Order of the Philtrum,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>instructed all murtphils to gather lilac seeds and salamander tongue which could only be found in the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Savant</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Mountain</st1:placetype></st1:place>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They should mix these concoctions to produce a potion which would protect them from the Anomies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Salamander tongues have the power to conjure spells while lilac seeds have the capacity to make objects float and transfigured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, under the opaque moonlight, the murtphils performed the Ritual of the Portal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Ritual of the Portal was their sacrificial ceremony to the oracle of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ba’halla</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It allowed the murtphils to interact with God and to summon his presence.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-pagination: none; text-indent: .25in;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Quaker Wisemann lighted the twin torch and mumbled something in murtphish, the language of Pridiland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a while, a blanche vortex twirled in their midst and transformed into a golden <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sarimanok</i>, a magical songbird that carried the message of the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ba’halla.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i>The murtphils all stood in awe as the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sarimanok</i>’s beak opened to announce the prophecy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sarimanok</i> began to sing the prophecy,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">A lad born of a philtrash woman<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Will conjure the pea-soup again<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Quidam is he with a murtphil’s blood<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Beware of Colpoeteur the heir is he<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">His blood mingled, the prince of Pridi<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">On his twentieth year will find the path<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">To Philtra Portal he will unlock.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Yet on his journey the Anomie tries<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He the heir the Pridi’s pride<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Shall be protected or face his death<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The death of murtphils all<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The loss of Pridiland<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination: none; 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It’s midnight, and the darkness crept slowly to my bed where I was sleeping like a dragon that had been slumbering for thousand years. It was like hell. It was like a mountain that fired up the burden of a thousand nights, and I couldn’t help until I fell into vertigo. Into vertigo that the roof and the ceiling had turned upside down. Upside down like a poem that has no image. Mirrored through the night and the moon shone brightly like a diamond in the rough. In the rough like a gem that sparkled in the darkness of the night. I remembered the leaves fell on the ground. Verdant. So verdant that I couldn’t seem to think about the wind that caressed my face. And my feet seemed to float in paradise. Like a paradise in the world full of misery, until it hurt like a hammer pounding my head. My head ached like the smell of a rotten fish. Oh how I cried, my tears fell in the river of doom. In the river of doom until my head ached. It never strutted like a dancer in the field.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-8298035043266142753?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-45333176830960914672010-07-19T05:53:00.001-07:002010-07-19T05:53:59.596-07:002010-07-19T05:53:59.596-07:00greatest blunder ever!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> Last Thursday in my creative writing class, I wrote an example of a simile given by my student “You are like a chandelier with your dangling earrings.” The sentence, however, seemed problematic especially with the two disparate images being compared. But the real flaw actually did not come from the sentence itself, but from me. As soon as I wrote the word “earrings,” I suddenly became dubious of its spelling. One “r” or two “r’s?” I was caught red-handed. WTF. To think that the first activity I gave to my students was how to spell the words correctly. Throwing myself on the pool of mortification, I erased one r and explained myself why, only to find out that even my explanation only worsened it. So there, the greatest blunder one teacher could ever commit. I just realized it then. I know an apology could do no better, but I think I have to do it. It’s not a matter of saving my face, but admitting that as a teacher, I am also prone to commit mistakes.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-4533317683096091467?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-1781272133306213492010-07-18T07:33:00.000-07:002010-07-18T07:35:45.092-07:002010-07-18T07:35:45.092-07:00Booksale Good Find<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEMOs6u6ddI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OtdnShpMiL0/s1600/evaluna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEMOs6u6ddI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OtdnShpMiL0/s400/evaluna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>So I finally found my companion to <i>Eva Luna</i>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-178127213330621349?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-72668628038105649272010-07-18T01:01:00.000-07:002010-07-18T01:01:51.561-07:002010-07-18T01:01:51.561-07:00Idyll<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEK0vQ3FTMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cDqjkwEU-hY/s1600/idyll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEK0vQ3FTMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cDqjkwEU-hY/s320/idyll.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-7266862803810564927?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-68941716406411738592010-07-16T15:37:00.000-07:002010-07-16T15:37:12.696-07:002010-07-16T15:37:12.696-07:00Strangers No More: A Doodle<div style="text-align: justify;">It had been a lousy Friday evening. I dunno why I just felt so down in the dumps. Thank goodness a little Enya and doodle had just made it more, uhm, effervescent. I kept thinking about this imaginary being who has been lingering in my mind lately...well almost for months now. And what better way to expunge this gnawing sense of phantasmagoric romance is to translate it into ART. So here's my doodle Friday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEDe05eHx-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/g3NnkW9INfM/s1600/doodlefri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TEDe05eHx-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/g3NnkW9INfM/s640/doodlefri.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-6894171640641173859?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-63033926811080869152010-07-15T18:20:00.001-07:002010-07-15T18:20:50.251-07:002010-07-15T18:20:50.251-07:00Zonked Out<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">In the library now. Just finished my class in Art Appreciation. I mostly played some video clips on Art Subjects which spared me from too much talking and coughing. I hate this. I’ve been like gasping when I talk and I feel so damn awkward especially when I discuss in front of the class. When will this suffering come to a halt?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-6303392681108086915?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-43104009498535257012010-07-15T06:49:00.000-07:002010-07-15T06:49:29.372-07:002010-07-15T06:49:29.372-07:00My Students' Best Doodle Artwork<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TD8QcLJQCWI/AAAAAAAAALg/B70QucLfgoY/s1600/doodlekimnuevaespana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TD8QcLJQCWI/AAAAAAAAALg/B70QucLfgoY/s320/doodlekimnuevaespana.jpg" width="206" /></a>"Doodle Art" by Julius Kim Nuevaespana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I'm always drawn to listen to Broadway music. Aside from the songs derived from musicals, pop Broadway doesn't fail to captivate me, especially the melodies and the lyrics. Inspiring. Among the Broadway musicians, Scott Alan was the best, especially when I first heard, well, watched the video and listened to previews from his website. Then, Pasek and Paul came in, and when I finally watched and listened to Gavin Creel's rendition of "Do You Remember," I was totally blown away. So here it is, the video. I'm still searching for the lyrics though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-4439963475226593493?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-78001885049237103272010-07-14T06:43:00.000-07:002010-07-14T06:43:08.327-07:002010-07-14T06:43:08.327-07:00doodling WednesdayNow my doodle has people in it. I really don't know what to call this artwork but it's an epic failure in attempting to interpret a poem which really is quite disparate from what I doodled. Yeah, whatever.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TD2-xwNjU2I/AAAAAAAAALY/RbjjndjYYMo/s1600/guardian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TD2-xwNjU2I/AAAAAAAAALY/RbjjndjYYMo/s400/guardian.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-7800188504923710327?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1191179150634815724.post-42801137176461776852010-07-13T06:42:00.000-07:002010-07-13T06:42:02.515-07:002010-07-13T06:42:02.515-07:00Unravelling the Mysterious Skin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TDwpsK_p5vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CzqVJ6zNQrk/s1600/Mysterious_skin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__t2euxxp5z8/TDwpsK_p5vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CzqVJ6zNQrk/s400/Mysterious_skin.jpg" width="267" /></span></a></div>I probably approached the movie in an objective manner, or maybe the plot seemed too familiar, that's why the catharsis dwindled in its momentum. Right. I wasn't really impressed with the movie, but somehow its portrayal of the social issues and psychological dilemma hovering around the lead characters sparked my dragging fascination to really watch the movie to its ending.<br />
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Watching Joseph Gordon-Levitt donning the role of Neil McCormick appalled me, since I've been used to see him as a heartthrob character in <i>100 Things About You </i>and <i>500 Days of Summer. </i>I mean, portraying a homosexual role just proved how versatile and mature an actor he is. His character could draw ire and affection, in contrast to Brian Lackey's (Brady Corbet) furtive and "asexual" disposition. Characterization-wise, I think the movie achieved its purpose succesfully. How Neil and Brian juxtaposingly cope with the past aided a lot in building the plot and in unravelling the past that had molded them into muddled individuals.<br />
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The film has instigated controversies upon its release in 2004, but it also received critical acclamation. Based on Scott Heim's novel of the same title, the film, according to psychologist Richard Gartner, is an uncommonly accurate portrayal of the long-term effect of child sexual abuse on boys.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1191179150634815724-4280113717646177685?l=pagpanglugayawun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04584723024102504228noreply@blogger.com0