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BLOG 14: On Professionalizing the Philippine Audio-Visual Industry
Profession - is an occupation or calling, requiring advanced training and experience in some specific or specialized body of knowledge which provides service to society in that special field.
Professional - is one who follows an occupation as a means of livelihood or gain.
Professionalism - the standing, practice, or methods of a professional as distinguished from an amateur.
The motion picture industry in the Philippines was established more than a century ago but can still be considered an unprofessional trade.
It is founded on the entertainment aspect of the industry thus considered not a serious trade. But the working hours entailed in every shooting is definitely serious, (averaging 12 to 16 hours for 1 working day)…
Even the breaks are sometimes renamed as “working-break”, relyebo break which means shifting break (in lieu of an official break, you do breaks by batch so that the work continues)..


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Fasting on the longest holiday celebration in the Philippines is going against the tide of eating, drinking and merrymaking.
I’m on my second day and feeling negative thoughts brought by a series of dreams rooted from my weaknesses.
Dealing with your past keeps your present to be on track. I feel shit thinking about my issues but this is part of my fasting.
I want to be emotionally connected but logically sound. I believe in the oneness of heart and mind.
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On Social Media
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Social (noun) - an informal social gathering, especially one organized by the members of a particular club or group.
Media - the plural of medium, broadly describes all channels of communication, including everything from printed paper to digital data. Media comprises news, art, educational content, and any form of information that can reach or influence people, including television, radio, books, magazines, and the internet.
Given the two separate definition of the words: social & media, we can draw parallelism that both involves number of people for it to exist.
Social existence is possible only in numbers, before the advent of internet an individual alone in the wilderness can be detached from the society for as long as he is not connected digitally to the world.
Media, pre-internet is limited to tri-media and thus the reach is still somehow has limits. If you live in a remote barrio in the Philippines without electricity and access to radio or television you are automatically off-grid and out of touch from the realities of the world outside your dwelling.
My point is that we live in an age where a person from remotest area in the archipelago as long as he/she has a mobile device can be part of a larger society apart from the dwelling he/she resides. The world becomes compressed by the technology. Whether we like it or not, science & technology directs our future. It is not religion that propels progress or evolution…
#socialmedia #technology #presentdayliving

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On JP Rizal
Being the national hero of the Republic of the Philippines, JOSE RIZAL is known by almost all Filipinos. His name and image is widely spread thru street names all over the archipelago, coins, statues, cement brand, millennial shirts and I even live in the province named in his honor.
Popularity wise, he would have been an instant celebrity with millions of followers on social media. But on a sadder note, with the rising illiteracy of our country only a handful of people truly read Rizal's writings apart from his two novels which is a required reading in high school. Rizal who constantly reads and writes in his lifetime is a national hero of a nation that has forgotten to read but has become the most engaged people on the internet.
This is his last poem before he was executed by the Spanish government that once ruled the country...
Mi Ultimo Adiós
Adios, Patria adorada, region del sol querida, Perla del Mar de Oriente, nuestro perdido Eden! A darte voy alegre la triste mustia vida, Y fuera más brillante más fresca, más florida, Tambien por tí la diera, la diera por tu bien.
En campos de batalla, luchando con delirio Otros te dan sus vidas sin dudas, sin pesar; El sitio nada importa, ciprés, laurel ó lirio, Cadalso ó campo abierto, combate ó cruel martirio, Lo mismo es si lo piden la patria y el hogar.
Yo muero cuando veo que el cielo se colora Y al fin anuncia el día trás lóbrego capuz; Si grana necesitas para teñir tu aurora, Vierte la sangre mía, derrámala en buen hora Y dórela un reflejo de su naciente luz.
Mis sueños cuando apenas muchacho adolescente, Mis sueños cuando joven ya lleno de vigor, Fueron el verte un día, joya del mar de oriente Secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente, Sin ceño, sin arrugas, sin manchas de rubor.
Ensueño de mi vida, mi ardiente vivo anhelo, Salud te grita el alma que pronto va á partir! Salud! ah que es hermoso caer por darte vuelo, Morir por darte vida, morir bajo tu cielo, Y en tu encantada tierra la eternidad dormir.
Si sobre mi sepulcro vieres brotar un dia Entre la espesa yerba sencilla, humilde flor, Acércala a tus labios y besa al alma mía, Y sienta yo en mi frente bajo la tumba fría De tu ternura el soplo, de tu hálito el calor.
Deja á la luna verme con luz tranquila y suave; Deja que el alba envíe su resplandor fugaz, Deja gemir al viento con su murmullo grave, Y si desciende y posa sobre mi cruz un ave Deja que el ave entone su cantico de paz.
Deja que el sol ardiendo las lluvias evapore Y al cielo tornen puras con mi clamor en pos, Deja que un sér amigo mi fin temprano llore Y en las serenas tardes cuando por mi alguien ore Ora tambien, Oh Patria, por mi descanso á Dios!
Ora por todos cuantos murieron sin ventura, Por cuantos padecieron tormentos sin igual, Por nuestras pobres madres que gimen su amargura; Por huérfanos y viudas, por presos en tortura Y ora por tí que veas tu redencion final.
Y cuando en noche oscura se envuelva el cementerio Y solos sólo muertos queden velando allí, No turbes su reposo, no turbes el misterio Tal vez acordes oigas de citara ó salterio, Soy yo, querida Patria, yo que te canto á ti.
Y cuando ya mi tumba de todos olvidada No tenga cruz ni piedra que marquen su lugar, Deja que la are el hombre, la esparza con la azada, Y mis cenizas antes que vuelvan á la nada, El polvo de tu alfombra que vayan á formar.
Entonces nada importa me pongas en olvido, Tu atmósfera, tu espacio, tus valles cruzaré, Vibrante y limpia nota seré para tu oido, Aroma, luz, colores, rumor, canto, gemido Constante repitiendo la esencia de mi fé.
Mi Patria idolatrada, dolor de mis dolores, Querida Filipinas, oye el postrer adios. Ahi te dejo todo, mis padres, mis amores. Voy donde no hay esclavos, verdugos ni opresores, Donde la fé no mata, donde el que reyna es Dios.
Adios, padres y hermanos, trozos del alma mía, Amigos de la infancia en el perdido hogar, Dad gracias que descanso del fatigoso día; Adios, dulce extrangera, mi amiga, mi alegria, Adios, queridos séres morir es descansar.
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On the Hamas-Israel conflict.
truce - an agreement between enemies or opponents to stop fighting or arguing for a certain time.
Truce, so far this is the solution to the on-going conflict between the Palestinian Hamas political group and the Israeli government.
Clearly it is not a long-term solution nor an answer to the roots of the conflict of these two nations at war since the establishment of the state of Israel after WWII.
Justice and equality among people and nations is elusive in this age of capitalism backed by the governments. Those who have more in life also have more claim to justice and not the other way around.
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Great Wall. Where am I?
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