Marine biologist and dance choreographer Iday Reboton also did some dance numbers for the Teletech show.
Iday (center) and her dancers posing after their number. In the background are the Alaban paintings of the Casa Roro Falls.
Iday (center) and her dancers posing after their number. In the background are the Alaban paintings of the Casa Roro Falls.
Creative Concepts (click on the above logo to go to their website) is my friend Grace Sycip's events coordinating company that has been hosting events like the above mentioned for a couple of years now. Since Grace and the people who work with her are all my friends, then I'm probably biased. But in all honesty I can really vouch for their work. Excellent talaga. Di' ako mahihiya to recommend them.
Tonight we just came from one such event, the wedding of our friends Bogs and Rhecelyn. I missed the wedding ceremony though as work finished late today. I got there just in time for the reception to begin. The place was so beautifully decorated, with ceiling works (meaning the ceiling was swathed in white cloth) and an elegant Grecian theme for the stage. Most everybody was in silver-gray, the wedding motiff of the year, I heard. When Rhecelyn danced with her Dad, I thought the music was playing from a CD until I saw that it was Lambert Villa, Guia's husband, who was singing! Oh, my goodness! I didn't know he sings so well!
After that it was time for the newlyweds' first dance and Bogs did a double take and almost cried. He did not know that the song for their first dance was going to be sung by his new bride! It was quite difficult, to waltz and sing at the same time, but it was sweet movement indeed.
(Now I have to go. Nakikipost lang ako kasi brown out sa amin. Bye.)
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Leo and wife Minggay
Don't you agree?
Hey, he even has his own fans club. ;p
Leo 'RyanSecrets' G. with Jane B.
Leo 'RyanSecrets' G. with Emma G.
I didn't take these pictures but I'm dreaming that someday I will. In the meantime, let's enjoy these photos that others shot.
You know what my greatest fear is for my family? It is the fear that I have not loved them enough. My wife and I had our share of being “geographically single parents”. When I was in residency training at St. Luke’s in Manila, my wife, Grace, raised our eldest son, Miggy, in America. She said that even if she gave her 100% to Miggy, it still would not be enough because a child needs 100% from each parent. Now that we have four children, we are busy giving our all that we don’t have the time to calculate how much love we are giving each one of them.
Rev. Golosino once told me that children spell LOVE as T-I-M-E. As a parent, you will have to make the time, even if at times there seems to be none left for yourself, for the sake of your kids. Be at their school activities, watch a movie with them, dine out, play with them, and the list just goes on. I think every parent here would agree with me that there is no complete guide or book on parenting.
Always strive to teach your kids what is right as what the bible says and always be on your guard because “kahit gaano mo katino palakihin ang mga anak mo, gagaguhin lang ng ibang tao” as what our resident training officer once told me when I appreciated how well mannered and behaved his teenage sons were. I tell my kids that their best friends are mommy and daddy so they can tell us everything and be themselves when we are around. And, I also I tell my 3 year old daughter not to have a boyfriend.
Parenting, I suppose, doesn’t end even if your kids got kids for themselves already. Make their childhood a happy one. The next best thing to seeing a happy child is knowing that you were the one who put that smile on that face. We just celebrated my father’s 80th birthday and all seven of us siblings were around to celebrate it. This time we were the ones who put the smile and tears on his face. Give back to your parents when you can, you will not be here if not for them.
I guess I have said my piece about being a physician, teacher and father already. But the most important thing you should remember: In everything that you do, do it for the greater honor and glory of God. At the end of the day, it will still be between you and your creator. He will be asking you about what you did about the talents and treasures He gave you, to the children he entrusted to you. Is that not scary?
To the graduating class, Congratulations and Godspeed.
To the incoming class, Welcome.
And to everybody else, Good afternoon.
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My UP student number was...
Asking for one's student number is tantamount to asking a woman her age which is always bleah. :-( But a doctor can often get away with asking questions that would generally be considered awkard like how many sex partners have you had? Or the precious query, did you fart today already? Like me, for example, the first things I would want to know about anybody would be age, gender, height and weight. Such simple data can give me lots of information like endotracheal tube size, rate of IV fluids, dosage of drugs, and the like. ;p
So my student number in UP was...
There are several fellows from the University of the Philippines in the Dumaguete Writers Workshop presently being held in Silliman. And in our conversations the student number always comes up. For example, my FAVORITE fellow (brilliant mind, beautiful writing), Lambert Varias, has a student number that begins with 01 indicating that he entered UP in 2001. Until now he is still a creative writing undergrad. The reason? It is one whole fun-to-read essay, an entry piece to the workshop. So the student number gives a clue as to how long a student has been in the university. They are sometimes called 'Super Seniors' or 'Magna,' as in 'Magna-nine years in college.'
My student number was...
something that I knew by heart, for three and a half years, which is the time it took me to finish BS Zoology, which is now a defunct course. Yes, even with eyes closed we knew our student numbers as it was our identity there, everywhere we went the only thing they cared about was our student numbers.
My student number is...
something that I have (partially) forgotten already! So here's a clue, to Meloinks, my co-Bisaya and co-MD blogger, I'm old enough to be your mother but young enough to ride habal-habals and go backpacking in the mountains. Can you guess my student number from this?
When we got to the SU White House, the passage reading was underway. Here's the line-up of hilarious poems read with panache by the writing fellows and the panelists as well.
"Pushing sixty and hanging on" by Jaime An Lim
"Umbrella" by Rihanna
"Bowl Limn Yeah" by Paolo Manalo
"The reader in love" by Cesar Ruiz Aquino
"Poem" by Simon Armitage
"Usa ka gabiing wa'y sud-an ug wa'y bituon" ("A night with no viand and no stars") by Adonis Durado **
"I'm glad I'm a man/ I'm glad I'm a woman" by Anonymous **
"Balaki ko, Day, samtang gasakay tag habal-habal" ("Recite me a poem, dear, while we ride this motorbike") by Adonis Durado
"Response: Bb. Pilipinas" by Janina San Miguel
"Sana" by Masculados
"Anatomy of a kiss" by Larry Henares
(** crowd favorites)
Panelists Cesar Aquino, Butch Dalisay and Rowena Torrevillas read their own poems, too.
Notice that the evening's event was carefully not called "reading of humorous poetry" because some of the pieces read would most probably not pass as poetry. All the pieces were hilarious, nonetheless, and a fun filled evening was had by all.
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Here are the fellows to the 47th Dumaguete National Writers Workshop currently being held for three weeks this May in Silliman:
POETRY:
Lawrence Anthony Rivera Bernabe (UP Visayas)
Noelle Leslie G. dela Cruz (Philosophy Assoc. Professor, De La Salle University)
Ma. Celeste T. Fusilero (Ateneo de Davao)
Rodrigo Dela Peña (London PR Consultancy Creative Assoc., Dumaguete)
Arelene Jaguit Yandug (English Asst. Professor, Xavier)
Bron Joseph C. Teves (Silliman)
FICTION:
Marguerite Alcarazen de Leon (Ateneo de Manila)
Dustin Edward Celestino (UP Dilliman)
Joshua L. Lim So (De La Salle)
Liza Baccay (Speech Pathologist; contributor Cebu Daily News)
Fred Jordan Mikhail T. Carnice (Silliman)
CREATIVE NON-FICTION:
Ma. Elena L. Paulma (Xavier)
Anna Carmela P. Tolentino (De La Salle)
Lamberto M. Varias, Jr. (UP Dilliman)
As for me, I am not a fellow, just an avid listener to the discussions and dissections of the literary works of the fellows. I am way too far behind the caliber of these young people. Only in their twenties and thirties and they write so well already. I am having the time of my life though, hearing people talk pithily about the persona, paradoxes, metaphors, heightened language, multiple meanings, images, cliches, word choices, line cutting and other such exotic fare.
I
They took away the language of my blood,
giving me one "more widely understood."
More widely understood! Now Lips can never
Never with the Soul-in-Me commune:
Moments there are I strain, but futile ever,
To flute my feelings through some native Tune...
Alas, how can I interpret my Mood?
They took away the language of my blood.
If I could speak the language of my blood
My blood would whirl up through resistless space
Swiftly - sure - flight no one can retrace,
And flung against the skyey breast of God,
Its scattered words, charged with passion rare,
With trebel glow would dim the stars now there.
II
Shakespeare, Dante, Sappho, and the rest,
They who are now poets deified,
Never their language being them denied,
Their moods could be felicitous expressed-
Crimson of joy, purple of grief,
Grey of unrest, white of relief -
Their dreams so colored, living forms they seem,
The real lent enchantment like some faery-dream.
If I could speak the language of my blood,
My feet would trace the path their feet have trod,
And stake a a niche within their lot of Fame,
Of jade-and-gold, and carve me there a name.
Ah, could I speak the language of my blood,
I, too would free the poetry in me.
And this now apathetic world would be
Awakened, startled at the silver flood
Of Song, my sould aptly expressing,
Each flood-ntoe listeners impressing.
More as the water-drop into a pearl congealed
Than as a ripple on the ocean's breast revealed.
III
These words I speak are out of pitch with Me!
That other Voice? - Cease longing to be free!
How can't thou speak who hast affinity
Only with promised-but-unflowered days,
Only with ill-conceived eternity,
Being, as they, mere space lost unto Space?
Forever shalt thou cry, a muted god:
"Could I but speak the language of my blood!"
I forgot to get the exact dimensions of this piece, it's around 2 feet by 2.5 feet. This is one of the easiest cross stitch projects I made. It took me maybe 2-3 months to stitch. And that's because there were plenty of breaks in between stitching sessions. Maybe if I sat down to it 8 - 12 hours a day, I can probably finish one piece like this in one or two days. (Yabang)
Notice that there are a lot of white spaces. This means that even if the canvass is big, my actual work is not so intense because the images are simple in pattern and color. And also, there are actually few images to be stitched here.
(*sagol-sagol is a vernacular word meaning halo-halo, not the dessert, but a literal mixture of what nots)