Farewell…Eboy
(for Eboy Jovida)
By Apolinario Villalobos
In this world you’ve ceased to live
But in our heart and mind
You shall linger with a smile –
And, it shall never fade in time.
You’ve tried to be the best you could –
Husband, father… friend
In songs you have crooned
Even the calm you well feigned.
Farewell…to the best father, farewell!
Friend, you’re a delight
Ride on the glory of our love
As you journey towards that Light!
The Exploited Scriptwriters
of the Film Industry
by Apolinario Villalobos
Every time award-winning films catch the limelight, quotes are heard from those who have seen the movies, to show that they were first-hand witnesses of such eventful showing. It is true that actors play a vital role in the garnering of awards, but without the appropriate and catchy dialogues and dramatic cinematography, the whole movie would be nothing. There is no question with the director who is considered as the life-giver of the film. Unfortunately, while the actors who mumble the phrases are praised no end, the scriptwriter who squeezed his or her brains to be able to come up with juicy lines, is neglected, just like the rest of the essential members of the “working group”.
Remove the scripts and a movie will be back to the former “glorious” silence and subtitled past of the industry. What is sad is that, the scriptwriters are among the lowest paid workers in the filmmaking industry. As if the abuse is not enough, some directors have the habit of practically “shredding” the lines according to his or the actors’ whim. One scriptwriter friend told me that his script was 70% redone, but thankful that the title was not changed.
Sleepless nights are spent to complete a script to suit a story line. Continuity is a very important factor to maintain the flow of the story. A single inappropriate word can spoil a whole script. And, some scriptwriters still had to consult references, especially, if the material is historical just like the “General Luna”. As much as possible, the scriptwriter has to be around while filming is going on, for whatever necessary changes that have to be made on the spot and pronto!
If a script is being sold, during the transaction, there is so much haggling that as much as 30% is lost from the original price, and the worst thing that could happen is when the whole script is redone including the title and a new name appears in the byline.
Those are the sacrifices of the scriptwriter…neglected and underpaid. Just like the rest of artists, a scriptwriter who does not know how to handle his earnings can die a pauper.
Dialogue namin ng isang Makulit na “Kaibigan”
Tungkol sa Blogging
(ito ang sagot kung bakit may mga nagba-blog)
Ni Apolinario Villalobos
Ang nakaganda sa ginagawa kong pagba-blog ay nai-exercise nito ang utak ko upang hindi agad ako maging ulyanin. Hindi ko kasi kaya ang mga larong “candy crusher” at crossword puzzle sa cellphone o computer. Ang mga disadvantages naman ay ang pagbalik ng sakit kong carpal tunnel syndrome (CTS) na sanhi ng pamamanhid ng mga daliri ko, pagtaas ng blood pressure kung ang isinusulat ko ay tungkol sa pulitika, at ang pag-isipan akong kumikita sa mga sinusulat ko dahil akala ng iba ay bayaran ako ng ilang pulitiko na may gustong siraing kapwa pulitiko.
Ang sumusunod ay dialogue namin ng isang makulit na ay maurirat pa, na akala ko ay isang matalinong “kaibigan”. Naganap ang pag-uusap namin sa kapihan ng isang mall:
Makulit: Pare, balita ko namumutiktik na ang internet sa blog mo. Nakakainggit ka.
Ako: Eh, di magsulat ka rin.
Makulit: Hindi ko kaya, eh. At alam mo namang hindi ako nag-iinternet o nagpi-facebook. Kaya yon ngang sinasabing pagbukas man lang ng computer sa bahay ay hindi ko alam. Mga anak ko lang ang gumagamit noon. Si Misis nga eh, galit din sa computer. (Naalala kong binanggit nga niya ito noon, kaya mabuti na lang din dahil kung may facebook siya, hindi ko ito maiba-blog).
Ako: Eh, di huwag ka na lang maiinggit sa akin dahil marami ka namang ginagawang pinagkikitaan. Sobrang yaman mo na nga, eh. Sana ay marami ka pang kitain. Pasalamat ka sa Diyos dahil sa grasya.
Makulit: (medyo napangiwi, pagkarinig ng “Diyos”) Siyanga pala, pare, ang sabi nila pinagkikitaan din ang pag-blog. Yong iba alam kong binabayaran upang manira ng ibang tao. (Muntik na akong mabilaukan ng kape sa huling sinabi niya, dahil kulang na lang ay sabihin niyang bayaran ako.)
Ako: Yong iba siguro. Sa kaso ko naman, wala akong pinipili dahil basta may mali, pinupuna ko at hindi paninira yon dahil ang ang sini-share ko ay alam na rin naman ng iba, pero sinasarili lang nila. Hindi ko naman kayang ipunin sa dibdib ang mga dapat kong i-share dahil baka sumabog ako sa sobrang himutok.
Makulit: Paano ang gastos mo sa blogging?
Ako: Mga oras lang yon na nagamit naman sa tama. At least hindi ako basta nakatunganga lang o nangungulit. (Paramdam ang huli kong sinabi upang sana ay tumigil na siya, pero tuloy pa rin.)
Makulit: May banta ka na ba sa buhay?
Ako: Secret. Pero mas malaking banta sa buhay ko ang pagtaas ng blood pressure dahil sa mga taong walang alam gawin kundi mangulit sa akin kaya naiinis ako. (Hindi pa rin niya naramdaman ang pagtumbok na ginawa ko dahil tuloy pa rin siya sa pangungulit.)
Makulit: I-share mo naman yong tungkol sa mga project mo sa mga iskwater.
Ako: Huwag na. Pero kung magdo-donate ka o tutulong sa pagpapa-aral ng mga bata, marami kang malalaman.
Makulit: (Tumahimik siya sandali nang marinig ang mga salitang “donate” at “tulong”). Good luck na lang sa mga project mo, pare.
Ako: (Nakakita ako ng pagkakataong mangulit naman sa kanya.) Hindi pare. Palagay ko bilang kababayang Pilipino dapat tumulong ka rin sa kapwa mo, mabawasan man lang ang “dirty money” mo. (Mabuti na lang hindi naintindihan kung ano ang ibig kong sabihin sa “dirty money”, dahil alam kong may mga illegal siyang transaction kaya biglang yumaman. Akala niya sa “dirty money” ay okey dahil siya ay tinawag ko noong “filthy rich” na okey lang ang ibig sabihin, ganoong sa Pilipino, ito ay katumbas ng “maruming mayaman”.)
Makulit: Next time na lang pare, at good luck uli sa mga ginagawa mo sa mga iskwater. Siyanga pala, si Misis nasa supermarket sa ibaba, pupuntahan ko baka tapos na siyang mamili. Usap na lang tayo uli. (Dali-daling siyang tumayo.)
Ako: Teka pare, ano nga pala ang itatanong mo?
Makulit: Text ko na lang sa iyo.
Nagpasalamat ako sa huling pag-uusap namin ng “kaibigan” ko dahil nabisto kong allergic pala siya sa salitang “donate” o tulong, kaya sa susunod, sa simula pa lang ng usapan namin ay pariringgan ko na siya ng mga ganoong salita.
Paalala lang sa makakabasa na ang blogging ay hindi palaging pinagkikitaan. Ito ay sakripisyo sa panig ng nagba-blog lalo na kung ang sinusulat niya ay tungkol sa maling nagaganap sa paligid, kaya hindi dapat pag-isipan na ang taong maraming blogs ay marami ding pera. Ang mga nagbaba-blog ay mahilig lang talagang makibahagi ng kanilang saloobin sa pamamagitan ng pagsusulat ng sanaysay, kuwento o tula. Huwag ding akalaing mayabang ang mga bloggers, dahil kung tutuusin, namemeligro pa nga ang kanilang buhay lalo na kung tungkol sa pulitika ang kanilang sinusulat. Pero bilang dagdag-kaalaman, kumikita lamang ang mga blogger kung papasukan ng advertisements ang kanilang sites, na kalimitan ay tungkol sa fashion, shopping, cooking, travel , sports, at makabagong gadgets. Ang mga blogs ko ay hindi tungkol sa mga nabanggit na paksa.
Understanding the Filipino
Beyond his Penchant for Music and Beauty
By Apolinario Villalobos
According to Osang, the Filipina winner of The Netherland’s first X Factor, Filipinos will no longer be allowed to join singing contests in that country. It could just be a joke of Osang as Filipinos are also known for cracking jokes to spice up interviews. In the field of music, Filipinos are practically known the world over. Many may not be so lucky to garner the title, but still, they can give anxiety to other contestants. A youtube I viewed last year, showed an American telling his viewers, “if you want to hear real singers, go to the Philippines…”. It seems that the Filipino when brought into this world, instead of a pitiful cry, he instead, let out a melodious scream.
But the Filipino is more than the musical notes…more than the instruments that he can play. The Filipino in whose veins flow various culture, is first and foremost, God-fearing. Be he a Christian or an Islam adherent, the Filipino’s life revolves around the Most Benevolent. Aside from Roman Catholics that comprise the majority of the population, the Orthodox Catholics, Western-based Christian sects, indigenous Aglipayan and Iglesia ni Kristo, as well as, the typical Filipino Islamic faith, have successfully amalgamated to form a very strong spiritual foundation on which the Filipino proudly stands.
Many international beauty titlists are married to Filipinos. Among the most notable is Ms. Armi Kuusela, an early Miss Universe titlist and married to the scion of the prominent Hilario family. When the beauty pageants started many years ago, the Filipina contestant aside from the representative of Thailand are always anticipated to land at least, on the top ten. During the latter years, the Filipina representative persisted, showing her best in the face of stiff rivalry posed by the Latin American beauties. And, just like in international singing competitions, the Philippine representative in several beauty contests that have mushroomed lately always leaves an impressive mark.
The Filipino has always been known as “pliant like a bamboo”, a survivor in the right sense of the word. The more than four centuries of Hispanic subjugation followed by those of the short-lived American and Japanese, did not break the Filipino spirit. Although, there was fierce resistance, the Filipino easily swayed with the onslaught of the colonial misfortunes, and fed on the cultural nutrients that they brought. With their passing, the Filipino twanged back to his upright posture – with unblemished and fully intact pride!
As a survivor, the Filipino is resourceful. For instance, the two-day old almost molded boiled rice, he can prepare into a delicious snack called, “winilig-wilig pop rice”, after thoroughly washing the almost spoiled precious staple, dried under the sun and fried in coconut oil with sprinkling of brown sugar. Out of the discarded foods from restaurants, called “pagpag”, he can prepare thoroughly-cooked dishes, of course, after equally, thorough washing…although, the sanitation and health agencies do not allow this, for the record. But rather than die of hunger with a gaping mouth and glassy stare, or allow his guts to be punctured by acidic intestinal fluid, the Filipino can courageously take this last resort! If other nationalities can eat deadly scorpion, drink blood of the cobra, and swallow live wriggling baby octopus, why can’t the Filipino partake of left-over food cooked thoroughly?
The young Filipino could cross a swinging bamboo bridge, or swim across a swirling river to attend his classes, in a school, several hills away from his home. He can walk kilometers of distance under the scorching beating of the sun just to occupy his seat in a crowded classroom, or study his lessons under a tree while his stomach grumbles for having nothing, not even a sip of coffee for breakfast. For the duration of his school year, he can also wear the same white shirt and a pair of khaki pants that he immediately washes as soon as he reaches home. He can mumble a thankful prayer for a half-cup of burnt rice salvaged from the bottom of the pot, drenched with a little water and sprinkled with salt.
Part of the Filipino’s discipline is the caution from his parents to behave and show his best self when there are visitors, as well as, clean the house very well, so as not to displease them. This he does with utmost obedience. And, additionally, to always give the visitors the best part of the chicken when they are invited over for dinner. All these the Filipino does as he is used to sacrificing for others.
The Filipino is a practical human being, as he is willing to accept what is realistically on hand. He does not vie for what is impossible because he is easily pleased. He has an easy smile and with an ever-ready hearty laughter for anything funny, even if it pertains to him, though, with limitation that borders on respect.
The Filipino loves food! There is only the problem with identity because many preparations are tagged with foreign names, especially, Hispanic. Nevertheless, they are concocted with ultimate patience and diligence inherited from his ancestors. This love for food can be observed during fiestas and other special occasions such as Christmas, birthday, baptismal, and wedding parties, or even last dinner for a wake.
Understanding the Filipino beyond his love for music and beauty, will make one appreciate how this guy who belongs to the brown race has survived the waves of corruption that besets his country!
Artist ang espesyal kong pare…si Abbey Boy
(para kay Abbey Antiqueῆo)
Ni Apolinario Villalobos
Una ko siyang nakitang nakatayo sa bukas nilang gate, nakangiti at kumaway sa akin, kaya kinawayan ko rin siya. Dahil kilala ko ang mga magulang niya, napasyal ako sa kanila minsan, at habang nag-uusap kami ng papa niya, napansin kong nahati ang kanyang atensiyon sa pagitan ng panonood ng tv at pakikinig sa amin.
Makalipas ang ilang buwan, nang dumaan uli ako sa tapat ng bahay nila, nakita ko siyang nakatayo sa bukas na gate nila, pero laking gulat ko nang tawagin niya akong “pare”, sabay kaway. Napangiti na lang ako at tinawag ko rin siyang “pare”, at kinawayan din. Naalala ko na nang huli akong pumasyal sa kanila, nagtawagan kami ng papa niya ng “pare” habang nag-uusap. Natandaan niya ang salita, na kinabiliban ko dahil siya ay isang “special person”.
Ang naging tawagan namin ni Abbey Boy mula noon ay hindi lang basta tawagang “pare”, kundi may kasama pang yakapan kung nasa kanila ako. Nagha-high five din kami, na animo ay magkabarkada.
Nananalantay sa dugo ng pamilya ni Abbey Boy ang pagkamakasining, mathematician at pagkabihasa sa computer. Ang kanyang papa ay nakakapag-sketch ng plano ng bahay at nagli-layout din. Ang kanya namang mama ay debuhista o sketch artist noong kabataan niya, at manunulat pa na nagamit nang mapasok siya sa La Salle na may administrative responsibilities. Lahat naman ng mga kapatid niyang sina PJ, Alvin, at Andrei ay may kanya-kanyang pinagdalubhasaan sa linya ng sining at computer. Subalit ang nakatawag din ng pansin sa kanilang magkakapatid ay si Alvin na malimit kuhaning judge sa mga painting contests, na ang pinakahuli ay sa PLDT, at pati TESDA ay kumilala na rin sa kanyang galing.
Noong una, akala ko ay hanggang panonood lamang ng tv ang ginagawa ni Abbey Boy upang palipasin ang maghapon. Subalit isang araw ay napansin ko ang mga nakasabit na mga naka-frame na sketches at paintings sa isang dingding ng bahay nila. Nagulat ako nang sabihin ng mama niya na karamihan sa mga naka-frame ay gawa ni Abbey Boy, at ang iba ay kay Alvin. Makikita sa mga ginawa niya ang kanyang sense of proportion at balance ng execution, pati na ang galing sa pagtimpla ng pangkulay. Nang lingunin ko siya, nakangiti ito at nag-thumbs up sa akin. Sinagot ko rin siya ng thumbs up, subalit may kahalong hindi ko maipaliwanag na nararamdaman…malamang ay sobrang kasiyahan.
Nang araw na yon, lalong umigting ang paniwala ko sa pagmamahal ng Diyos sa sangkatauhan. Hindi niya pinababayaan ang hindi nagkapalad na magkaroon ng normal na buhay. Para bang sinasabi ng Diyos na sa ibabaw ng mundo, walang sinumang inutil o walang silbi dahil may nakalaang kaalaman para sa bawa’t isa….isa na diyan si Abbey Boy, ang espesyal kong pare, na artist pala! Hindi man siya nakasabay sa pag-aaral ng mga kapatid, busog naman siya sa pamamahal nila at kanyang mga magulang na sina Elmer at Mila, at ng kanyang pinsang si Cristy na nagtitiyagang maging kasama niya kung siya ay naiiwang mag-isa sa bahay.
Ang mga tulad ni Abbey Boy ang nagsisilbing inspirasyon at nagpapatunay na sa ibabaw ng mundo, lahat ay may kabuluhan.
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