Rewinding Time: The Thirteen Artists Award 2012

Friends Through The Years (188)10182012

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The Thirteen Artists Awards was always like a beacon at the end of a long struggle for almost every young Filipino artist. It was the most prestigious distinction outside the National Artist that a younger artist could attain. I found myself thinking and wishing on occasion to get this award. I gave it up when I turned 40 and I still haven’t done any major work to my name.

TAA had for a time been ruling and lurking the corners of the careers of many Filipino artists. Young and old alike had been overcome by the prestige held like an illusion at the end of a hard struggle. It was a reward for a job well done! It was that one accolade that pays off! The TAA was an academic award that benevolent gods ( also previous TAA winners) in the arts bestowed on critically acclaimed individuals who happens to quite lucky be competently holding a brush to paint, a pen to draw or purposely drive tools to sculpt. It even encompassed performance, printmaking, design and conceptual and video installations and brought new awareness to these mediums. There were young artists awarded every two to four years and they were nationally known. The magnitude and preparations usually awes the audiences, illicit envy, infuses new ideas and concepts, celebrated nominations and allays critics in the arts. Each TAA through the years was always widely anticipated. After the TAA, each artist became the toast of the town and the art scene for several years and never once did they have to look back.

They called these artists “legendary” on the fields at a young age. They were the pioneers of their medium and art professions. But sometimes, I rue the choice of words ‘legendary’. Ha ha ha ha. I saw it sparingly used on the Exhibition Notes tonight and wondered if it fits right now? It may be true for past recipients. Whenever I try to recall their works, they always bring forth goosebumps, amazement and awe. Unquestionably, they never fail to bring inspiration, experiences to the show and to the distinction itself.

The TAA I remembered had cornerstones that became works of art, low ceilings that hinted subtle perspective, niches that became great spaces, low-lighting that brought dramatic highlights, the trash that became accepted aesthetics and the walls that became extensions of artworks. Unfortunately, these I didn’t see at the TAA. The potentials were there. The artists were all well chosen yet their works were not. I was disappointed somehow and I shared that most were, too, that night. To date, the exhibit was the fastest celebration to end. It was 8 pm when I left and everyone was thinking of other things. It was one of those better nights to look at works of art and savor the time yet it didn’t just gel right. There were hardly any traffic that night, yet, everyone was in a hurry and left after the food was gone.

It was a sad day. What awaited me at CCP was a regular exhibit of amalgamations and empty seats. The whole CCP usually celebrated The Thirteen Artists Awards with all their spaces. How hard could it be though to ask for proper preparation materials? There were no ambitious streaks and if there was one then it would not be represented well- still there were no risk takers tonight with any of the recipients that moved me. I could only say that they where cheeky at the most. And to add too, that the curator/ designer was quite uninspired and of very bad taste. The award was a thin sheet of cutouts and another novelty- apt perhaps? (P.S. I have never seen a brass knuckle as thin as cardboard so I hope they won’t be used at all.

There was an exhibit collection of paintings ranging from 1970’s at the lobby. I found a corner that showed interestingly large painting works. That was something consistent and ambitious for his time. There was also something of a mix-mashed of past awardees at the small gallery. It was a bit sentimental but the bad conditions of some of the older works were evident. Other than those two impromptu exhibits, I would have been better off staying at home cleaning my room.

I am going to dissect each of the works to thoroughly give credit to the artists tonight. Hopefully, it would enlighten me to a better perspective. So hang on still and keep reading but I wouldn’t bet on it though.

Here are the artists list and their reviews. I found them all to be well represented.

Around June 2012, the Cultural Center of the Philippines announced the latest Thirteen Artists Award 2012 which included noteworthy ones. Some of the selections were internationally acclaimed and distinguished and all were outright active artists in exhibiting major works.

They were artists Joey Cobcobo, Marina Cruz, Kiri Dalena, Riel Hilario, Robert Langenegger, Michael Muñoz, Wawi Navarroza, Jan Leeroy New, Kaloy Olavides, Renan Ortiz, Mark Salvatus, Rodel Tapaya and Costantino Zicarelli.

The exhibiting spaces at CCP were all very challenging. There was always a need for better lighting which always was a problem with management. Yet still, we had on occasions, been surprised by the adept that past curators hid flaws overnight when awarding came and went.

Rodel Tapaya’s painting was well executed and prepared. It was consistent, impressive and more apt for the TAA award than I can admit. It would have been ambitious if there were several pieces more to represent him. On a better presentation in design, it would have easily been stellar. The lobby with Tapaya’s work is a major space that would have helped with similar pieces.

Pillars, corners, enclaves played havoc with the installations and presentation at the art space through the years- creating distractions and impediments to perception. Management prevented alterations and drilling on walls and that was that! Yet, they always worked before or have never been that glaringly obvious. Painting the walls would have covered and hidden them. With this less than cosmetics change, it would have gained a more professional space every time.

None of the works overcame the flaws tonight. At one point, Costantino Zicarelli’s work would have been noteworthy if he worked with the figures of Ortiz’s drawings. The only thing they share is the word “Empire”. It was farfetched really. Zicarelli has on occasion been synonymous with controversy. Implying and suggesting otherwise would continue his earlier explorations. Having his earlier work and current ones interact and communicate with each other through recall would have been a blast and solid. It would have been more cohesive than just “Empire”, charcoal drawings and broken glass.

Renan Ortiz’ is unknown to me, I give credit for his presentation in simpler format drawings on walls. I would say I enjoyed looking at Ortiz’ works the most along with the play of lights and images that was projected. I found it refreshing and upbeat. After the exhibit it will just be covered up then it would be a waste of effort.

I did find Jan Leeroy New’s installation to be quite reminiscence of bodily fluids rubbed between fingers but still I might be mistaken with his intention though. Ahhh! A good day’s relaxation to ponder it- but it was really quite reminiscent of self-gratification and cerebral masturbation.

Mark Salvatus’ work, on the other hand, leaves everything to the audience- including the problem of finding out how many hollow blocks were actually there in the installation. Who would have the inclination to count how many for a studio unit? Alas! With Joey Cobcobo’s small sand hill and a bit of cement they could have made a permanent fixture at the CCP Main Gallery- a bigger septic tank, perhaps? Opportunity lost there or is it a tongue in cheek suggestion to remodel the facade?

Michael Muñoz’ small tablet video proves to be a futile attempt to incorporate novelty. It had no impact on a darkened wall. There was no space to move around to view it properly and the other artwork clashes with it and dismisses it. Michael Muñoz’ painting without the graffiti should be in a larger one. The Small Gallery on the Third Floor dimmed with Munoz’ lighted painting installation in a larger space is way better.

Robert Langenegger’s video fetish for pain is a bit eccentric. It in no way helped his artmaking albeit pointed to a documentary for a masochist’s intents- reminded me of a trend of injecting silicone protrusions on one’s forehead – w@tf.

Wawi Navarroza’s half basketball court would have been better upped with her photographs. She was already an expressive photographer and quite an accomplished one. Here she was just starting to play around on installations? Well, I’ll leave it for now. To each her own then.

Kaloy Olavidez’ work is juvenile and should have been better in a smaller room to hide them.

The 2nd floor Hallway should have been an option for Riel Hilario’s. Even though it reminds me of another glaring artist work that were suspended sculptures in flight and one international artist’s work with airplane wings, still the presentation would have been apt. He has more opportunity to look at other artist works since he is in France.

The Outdoor Space on the third floor would have complemented Joey Cobcobo’s installation works if redefined, lighted and spaced out. It would have lent the ambiance of elements on his earthly works. I agree that broken pieces of pottery and minimal works would elevate to audiences rather than make it just sentimental for him.

If I could actually remember seeing Kiri Dalena’s and Marina Cruz’ works, I can write something about them. I seem to have been lost between the hollow blocks and the basket case.

Given that they all worked with confined spaces, it still does not lent credence overall. The responsibility does not fall solely with the curator, Lena Cobangbang, on her inept design, lack of foresight and ill-preparation but should be shared by all. Venue and management were given every time so there were never any improvements there to waste time wanting changes. I had hoped all the artists would work with their spaces, been more passionate and with a steady intent to communicate with fellow artists’ works. I found that very few did and none successful.

Oh, what fun a Thirteen Artists Awards night would have been! For tonight we charge it to experience, neglect, lack of better works and no foresight to think of painting the walls in another color/s- perhaps next time though. On the other hand, you guys had all the budget and time to work with for several months so there was no excuse really not to put forth your best works! Signing off for now.

Amiel Gerald A. Roldan™
Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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The Morning After

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This story is intended for adults only. If you are under 18, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is coincidental. If you do not wish to read criticisms about you, your person, your artwork or your gallery then please close your browser now (and ask yourself how in the hell you got here). If it is illegal for you to read this in your country, for whatever reason then be aware: you are breaking the law if you read on. If you enjoy this story then please send me comments/feedback. I try to respond to all comments/constructive criticisms.

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The Thirteen Artists Awards is like a beacon at the end of a long struggle for almost every young Filipino artist. This was the most prestigious distinction outside the National Artist that a younger artist could attain. I found myself thinking and wishing on occasion for this award. I gave up when I turned 40 and had not done any major work to my name.

That it had for a time been ruling and lurking the corners of the careers of many Filipino artists is an absolute truth. Young and old alike had been ruled by the prestige held like an illusion at the end of a hard struggle. A job well done! An accolade given! An academic award that benevolent gods in the arts bestow on a critically inclined individual who happens to hold a brush to paint, a pen to draw or tools to sculpt. It even encompassed performance, printmaking, design and conceptual and video installations. There were several of them awarded every two to four years. The magnitude and preparations usually awes the audiences. Each was always anticipated. After this, each artist became the toast of the art scene for several years and they never looked back.

They called these artists “Legendary”. I could rue the choice of words. Ha ha ha ha. I even saw the word itself on the Exhibition Notes tonight. It may be true still for past recipients. Whenever I try to recall their works, they bring goosebumps still. Unquestionably, they bring forth what they accomplished through inspiration and experiences to the show and to the distinction itself.

Cornerstones became works of art, low ceilings hinted subtle perspective, niches became great spaces, low-lighting became dramatic highlights, trash became accepted aesthetics and walls became extensions of artworks. These I didn’t see. The potentials were there. The artists were all well chosen but their works were not. I was disappointed and I gather most were, too, as the exhibit to date was the fastest celebration to end. It was 8 pm when I left and everyone was leaving. It was one of those better nights to look at works of art and savor the time. Everyone was in a hurry and everyone left after the food was gone.

It was a sad night this October 18, 2012. What awaited me at CCP was a regular exhibit of amalgamations. The whole CCP usually celebrated The Thirteen Artists Awards with all their spaces. There was no ambitious streak at all with any of the recipients. I could only say that they where cheeky at the most. And to add too, that the curator and designer were uninspired and of bad taste. The award was a thin sheet of cutouts and I have never seen a brass knuckle as thin as paper.

There was an exhibit collection of paintings ranging from 1970’s at the lobby that I found quite interesting and the mix-mashed of past awardee at the small gallery to be sentimental about. Other than those two, I would have been better off staying at home.

I am going to dissect each of the works thoroughly later on to give more credit to the artists. Hopefully, it would enlighten me to a better perspective. I wouldn’t bet on it though.

Here are the artist list and their reviews…

Around June 2012 the Cultural Center of the Philippines announced the latest Thirteen Artists awardees which included noteworthy ones that were internationally acclaimed and distinguished.

Joey Cobcobo
Marina Cruz
Kiri Dalena
Riel Hilario
Robert Langenegger
Michael Muñoz
Wawi Navarroza
Jan Leeroy New

Kaloy Olavides
Renan Ortiz
Mark Salvatus
Rodel Tapaya
and
Costantino Zicarelli.

Tapaya’s painting is grander than I can admit. A need for a better lighting which is always a problem with management. It would have played well for the work too if there were several pieces more. Again, pillars and corners have played havoc with the installations and presentation at the art space through the years- creating distractions and impediments to perception. None overcame them. At one point, Zicarelli’s work would have been noteworthy if he worked with the figures of Ortiz’s drawings. The only thing they share is the word “Empire”. It was far fetch really. Having them communicate with each other. It would have been cohesive. A bit reminiscent of Zicarelli’s earlier works. And quite unfair to Ortiz’ which I give credit for a grander format for his drawings. I would have to say I enjoyed looking at Ortiz’ works the most along with the play of lights and images. I did find LeeRoy New’s installation is quite reminiscence of bodily fluids rubbed between fingers but I might be mistaken with his intention though. Ahhh! A good day’s relaxation to pun reminiscent of self-gratification.

Salvatus’ work leaves everything to the audience. Even including the problem if one wants to figure out how many hollow blocks were actually there. Who would want to count them to know how many? Alas! With Cobcobo’s sand and a bit of cement they could have made a permanent fixture at the CCP Main Gallery. A big septic tank, perhaps? Opportunity lost there though or is it a tongue in cheek suggestion to remodel the facade. A video as small as a tablet has no impact on a darkened wall. Specially, if there was no space to move around to view it properly and the other artwork clashes withit. A fetish for pain is a bit eccentric for another artist but in no way relays to art making but points to a documentary for psychological purposes of sadistic intents.

Navarroza’s half basketball court would have been better upped with her photographs. An expressive photographer delving on installations? Well, I’ll leave it for now. Olavidez’ work is juvenile and should have been better in a smaller room and Munoz’ painting without the graffitti in a larger one. The 2nd floor Hallway for Hilario’s recalling another artist work suspended sculptures in flight would be apt. The lobby with Tapaya’s work is a major space that would have helped and defined more pieces. The Small Gallery on the Third Floor darkened with Munoz’ painting installation is way better on second thought. The Outdoor Space on the third floor would have complemented Cobcobo’s installation works if redefined, lighted and spaced out.

Given that they all worked on smaller scales with respect to the confined spaces they were situated, I will put the blame on the curator, Lena Cobangbang’s inept design, foresight and preparation. I hoped the artists would have worked with their spaces, been more passionate and with a steady intent to communicate with fellow artists’ works. Oh, what fun a Thirteen Artists Awards night would have been! Charge it to experience , neglect, lack of better works and think of painting the walls another color/s perhaps next time- you guys had all the budget to work with so there is no excuse! Signing off for now.

Amiel Gerald A. Roldan™
Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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My Exhibit at Now Gallery

 

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It’s a memorable day. RA 10175 took effect and am caught up in updating my disclosures and compilations. It’s now the law and we as citizens should abide by our regulations. We can prevent it and be vigilant when it’s being passed but once it’s in effect we can hardly avoid it. I do think all the effort were wasted with the additions. It contradicts too much with freedom of expression. Now that RA 10175 is in effect we follow our Laws. Not reelect them? Hardly, we hold them all accountable even if they are still in office, they lose the election or before they can be candidates at all. By their admission that they did not read the provisions at all then we must file a case on each one of them on neglect, economic sabotage and/or treason! There is no part of the law that could be taken in portions. Wait for the IRR? Until its taken down we have it as the Philippine Law RA 10175. What the Law would state in whole it would encompass in totality and should be in effect immediately. Hence, you would be accused of covering up, being accomplices in breaking our Laws or just plain ignorant.

 

Arts have a way of challenging the norm and we just have to adjust and be much more creative in circumventing these boundaries and restrictions. I don’t really need to censor anything in my works and I do believe I have done my part through the years in maintaining decorum and proper language in my posts.

I am quite excited about starting to paint again in acrylics and did quite a few these past few weeks to do justice in my lethargy the past years. I have come up with a simplistic presentation of images in different formats. 

 

I didn’t want my work with AFTER DALI to be quite literal and boringly predictable so I opted to work with a different approach. I hope I did it justice and credence. Well, we shall see on exhibit night on Friday, October 5, 2012. As early as this afternoon, am already seeing some challenging criticisms online through the social network and I can’t help but read through some of them. I hope we can work with a better presentation than the previous exhibitions and do justice and elevate the idea in a better perspective than being plainly copying.. The overall show was interesting. I see the point of good lighting, breathing spaces and conversant pieces. I also look to balance and transitions. I saw them in the arrangement and exhibit design. I would have to grudgingly admit that the team worked well in complementing each other despite some shortcomings in preparedness. Having several artists would open the concept to a lot of interpretation and we cannot help if several would fall short or quite differently. Some were quite young and were doing quite different works. The challenge came unanswered. Too each his own choices and points of attack. Creativity follows the idea and skill with the medium. Who knows I might have the different angle to the idea and not be quite successful about it. I don’t really mind it this early on. I know I very much like my series, quite biased about it and I am happy I did quite well with the deadline. We will wait and see then.

I also enjoyed catching up with old friends and fellows in the arts. Lately, I want to savor the idea that I am just a painter to boot.

 

I admire few conceptual artists and follow them religiously as I can. I want to talk with them and be involved with their thought process. I might just have my wish and eat my cake too. I am a bit hesitant in being distracted but I can’t help it. I just love the sense of dipping my fingers in different pies.Criticism and documentation are closest to my OC syndrome and quite frankly, ones I always try to support if I can. I believe I heard right that it’s a year now that they have been open and well, I should hope to see some improvements and professionalism. If it could not be helped, I might just offer my services too. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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Lamenting on “Ifs”

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The past few months were a trial. I have been quite busy with going around exhibitions, inventory, painting and promoting my own works around. I guess it is a humbling situation to be bogged down most of the time. I keep a positive outlook and persevere always. I am well rewarded by patience and sincerity of most people. I enjoy life and I hope to enjoy living. I keep life’s challenges at an arm’s length and the gains in the same light. We are always better on the next attempt and we just go on with it. I have treated it well and no more regrets for me today. I have more choices in life than I could handle and I thrive on these sudden events.

Preparing and being prepared for the unexpected has their advantages. I had prepared all my life and worried much but that doesn’t make my life complete. It just makes it bearable and convenient. We have only this lifetime to do the things we dream. It just starts this minute and let life lead you a merry chase. As an artist, I have the flexibility of time and attention to details. I am back to stay and make this count. Prestige and fame has come and gone. Memories leaves wanting yet satisfaction always if one has tested one’s boundaries always. I hope in this I dont have to many regrets to burden me. I always have thought that seeking out the best people in their own fields and sharing lifetime and their thoughts bring about a more fruitful and fulfilled life.

In this lifetime we also need to pass on forward all that we can. In having shared the greatest experiences and triumphs, I feel accomplished and content. In helping others especially the young ones about life then a greater plan unfolds. If one could be all then all for the best. If it proves to be another challenge then we take it as such.

I find that as long as I could do a little bit in life, I do not worry about making it count. I fear always that I could not do my best at all times but who does? We only have the approximation of our best. We have ourselves to retrospect and a nagging self is a bad company.

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Nice girls are made up of cups, saucers, pendants and everything nice

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A lot of people are probably going to be pissed. The blog title started on a different note. I admire very few works and artists. I hate hyping as I believe that better artists and works could stand on their own merits. I seldom take more than necessary for a press release. I rather like taking liberties with the ideas and images with my own article though. I am sometimes a bit frank and a little detrimental if I get get carried away. But I say what I want to say. If I don’t like an exhibit I wouldn’t mention it. I don’t take detailed pictures much and I just have the layout photo for future references. If I don’t like an artist lo behold I get overly creative and critical. I think I could be worse. I am worse. Sometimes it merits more reference.

I don’t like taking all the fun off an exhibit. I consider an artist taking the risk with presenting his works at a good venue. My documentations are for wetting up the viewers appetite. It is not meant to take away the experience of time, sounds and the venue itself. I love going around shows both with the noisy crowd and on my own. Those are experiences I treasure much and my blogs and photographs are very supportive of those thrusts. Go to galleries and watch exhibitions. The experience is enlightening and educational.

Two noteworthy exhibits that I believe in were by women artists. I am happy that both grew and continue to progress in their works. I hope that they would continue to work with their inspirations and challenge norms and concepts as well as skills and character. Men artists could be so full of ourselves that quite strength sometimes are what is needed. Simplicity and vision could be lost rather that pushed forward.

I got carried away yesterday with my visit at Tin-aw Gallery. It is a good place to visit when you have the time. You would always have an entertaining time looking at their exhibitions. I met friends there and a good staple of gallery hopping. The owners Maria and Dawn loves to talk. Ha ha ha ha ha. Sharing a cup of coffee and good conversation about the art scene completes my day. I forget time when this rarity happens. Even though they were preparing for an night’s grand opening at Finale with Mark Justiniani’s, I get almost three hours of good insight, marvelous time plus a well curated Pam Yan Santos show titled “They Are Birds If They Fly”.

I didn’t get to visit Keiye Miranda’s exhibition “Strangely Familiar”. My loss. I only saw the pictures posted on the net. Perhaps, it should be a good thing. I was impressed with the pictures and the concept. I would rather though have only the pendants present. It’s my opinion though that it could have well stood on its own.

A lot of artists have the tendency to clutter their exhibitions with explorations, studies, improper notations and highfalutin exhibition notes that is frankly grandstanding of most curator’s to be and impassioned idiot writers. An exhibition to be strong should not have distractions. I would have the artist show through his body of work not bodies of work. A show is not a portfolio but fine tuned offerings. It is well thought off and the best the artist could offer at this time. To have old works and references rather makes it pathetic. I have it that exhibition notes are there to give insights otherwise not known. To have another writer write their own interpretation, melodrama and reference on other works take away more than it gives. If your’re the artist you wouldn’t want to have the show taken away from you.

Some artists also are there more for the sentimentality. Boring. It brook on idiosyncrasy, dead end and stagnation. Fools.

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The Bisaya and the Alog

Friends Through The Years (212)10042011

My grandfather’s ancestors hailed from the province of Ilo-ilo a long time ago. It was a time when nights were the blackest and nature provided sustenance to those who toil and take care of her. We were not landed from that part of the family yet those from my father side were from a robust stock. My grandfather Gerardo was eldest of 12 siblings from Cabatuan, Ilo-ilo. The province of Ilo-ilo had many Spanish descendants as well as chinese immigrants. His father, my grandfather Jose, died early leaving his mother Maria sole provider for the big family. Grandfather Jose wasn’t educated and earned minimally from what he could eke out. So they struggled and had no property of their own. Though their struggles were felt somewhat through early years the family survived. They had an older soldier son who died during the war early eventually leaving my grandmother a soldier’s pension through her old years. My grandfather Gerardo being the eldest now had opportunity to learn how to read and write. This knowledge saved him a number of times through the years. It gave him the assurance of writing his name and filing for pension after the war. Later it brought him to America as a veteran soldier. Some of their children grew up and eventually had families abroad. His siblings were able to live comfortably but were not a wealthy clan. Most became soldiers and seamen. We were prone to gamble and vices and those contributed to the struggle.

My grandfather Gerardo later married my grandmother Brigida from an educated family. My grandfather Jose, her father, was not that wealthy but schooled and later became a banker in town. Grandfather Jose was also the village head chief. Villagers sought his opinions for years as the rare educated man of the village. He was educated until grade six and that afforded him the opportunity to teach as a profession. He married my grandmother Elvira, a well-landed lass from a prominent family and settled in Badjiang, Iloilo – my grandmother Elvira’s land. There they took care of their brood of 10 children. My grandmother and my grandfather settled for a time in her mother’s village. This provided well. The children grew up among other relatives and nurtured the land. The food was abundant, livestock were plentiful, and produce provided for all. Fruit bearing trees were ripe for the pickings, eggs were picked early on by younger children to store and eat for breakfast and there was no want. They didn’t buy any food but grew them around. The family flourished. They traded among town folks. Land grew wider.

Then the war came. Landed people hid among the villagers and were set back for their safety. Produce left untended. They toiled and never imagined the changes to come. Men and women went to war. Hunger for those in the run and for those left behind servitude. They fought almost naked and in sacks they could scourge around. They waited with just the assurance that their few weapons would be enough to fight the Japanese coming from Lingayen. But they were ill prepared when the Japanese soldiers eventually came. They were on bicycles and with tanks that took the towns and the provinces by storm. They were ruthless and disciplined. They were at their gates in less time that the Filipino soldiers expected so the people fled and became guerrillas. In less than six months the clothes on the guerrillas who fought were shredded beyond use. But they were supported with later with weapons and guns by the war and the allied Americans who promised to help. When the Americans came they fought with them. The province and parts of the Philippines were under Japanese rule. When the Americans left they still fought. Children grew up with the war. My family survived but some died too. Accounts tells that they helped hide people sought by the Japanese. Being educated afforded them to be more prepared. While the war was being fought, it seemed my family survived. Sons and daughters grew up to be fathers and mothers. When we won the war it was not the same place they grew up in. Men had their guns and kept guns and ammunition in their homes. Women now afforded to learn and work. Children became more craftier. A new awareness they would bring with them when they grew up. Learning from the Japanese and eventually the Americans another way of life and survival. They learned the ways of the West. Among these to feed on imported products. Cigarettes were abundant during the war, canned goods and chocolates. What we toiled from around us we now had in wrappers and shipped around. The lack of discipline and vices shredded morals as the good people tried to build the country back.

My grandfather Gerardo and grandmother Brigida later moved to Mandaluyong, Manila. My grandfather worked in an office and my grandmother worked in an overseas call telephone company. Between them the family survived. They had eight children. The eldest was afforded a soldiers scholarship from my grandfather. The second son named Gerardo, they paid for in education. The third named Cesar(my father), worked and paid for his education. They became the pillars of the now smaller family in Manila. The three sons became lawyers. They had several younger children and between the adults and the older siblings, they all took care of their new home. Struggling from the trauma of the war and dislocation, the city life offered a novelty and hope too. The youngest named Narciso, they eventually brought to America later on. Another son Robert followed but settled eventually in Canada in adulthood. Another son Jose stayed in the Philippines. Daughters married and had their own family. We again had a big family but this time of a Bisaya and Aglog descent. We are the Bertiz – Roldan Family in Manila. My grandmother died while in America. My grandfather later married my stepgrandmother Saling and adopted children who also became Americans. Still surviving today in her years in her own house, my grandmother lives with grandfather’s American pension.

There were more for the family yet there were also less. We never had the large mass land again to run around. I grew up in Mandaluyong where my grandfather and grandmother stayed and first settled in. There were few of us here. The other three Roldan brothers left in Manila settled around and we became a compound of close relatives. I still think of all the struggles and triumphs the family had. I still imagine the roots that we nurtured. Yet life goes on and this time for a newer generation.

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Disclosures

Friends Through The Years (195)My Humblest Apologies.

Greetings!

I would like to create this blog for all my writings, poetries and random thoughts.

I wish I had the patience to continue to post, edit and reedit my writings . I enjoy writing a lot. I believe that we should continue to improve ourselves for the best. Explore different avenues that we could complement what we like to do. I am proud that I have been able to share my works with other people. I know I missed a lot of spellings. I have quite long sentences. I don’t follow conventional writing. I had hope I would be much aware of these as I grow into writing. But Alas! I tend to drag and be emotional about accounts. I just want to capture the moment… and when I am done I just don’t have the heart to edit it the same day… I just recently noticed that they are being read and commented upon… My many apologies… I have the idea that I would still have time to reedit…

I would like to share thoughts and in some accounts I could be brutal, frank and in others flighty and vague. I apologize that I may cause some sleepless nights to unfortunate people . I believe that we could do justice to great people, accounts, thoughts and good works if we could be able to capture them somehow in an impartial and up to date writeups. I am excited to include photos and actual images and artworks to my compilations. I would just take time to enjoy the discovery and revelations in this tech application. The blogging world is a source of wonder for me now.. Ha ha ha ha ha… I just wanted a portfolio I could look back and work on… I was hoping that they would be in place still when I read them again.. I keep losing my writings. I think that an hour is lost forever when I accidentally delete one or throw them away with trash… I am sorry that the works are ever in progress still … I have no concept of publish and save still… The blog is a space to file I could not ignore and not explore … I dreaded emails now because they could be deleted if you fail to log in a few months… Many thanks to those who read patiently through some early works … Again my humblest apologies… I would like to post my blogs about people, places, art, stories, concepts, poems and quotes. Please feel free to write me back for comments and suggestions. I hope to improve my writings. I wish to give satires, observations and comments through my works. I wish to help in opening discussions and clarifying issues in the Philippines and wherever art may touch base with…

I dreaded emails now because they could be deleted if you fail to log in a few months…

Be responsible for your actions and meet life head on!

I would like to pave the way for my amatuerish short stories, illustrations, comics and video editing in the near future.

08 15 2008… Here is another day. A start of another chapter… I just uploaded pictures on some of my social sites. I am smug about being part of the recent anniversary… I am going around much of Cebu now. I walk and walk a thousand steps. I have that habit of thinking and walking in that order… It saves on gas and money. I am saving some nowadays… I will be going home by end of the year for a visit or on february for my sister’s wedding… People are getting married nowadays… I just noticed it … Ha ha ha ha ha… I am happy for everyone… I am getting there though …to the part of being older everyday…. sign off…

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An Old Maid, A Storm Surge and A Forgotten Birthday

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Last night, I spent the time talking with relatives abroad in ********. Re: It’s a god given country anywhere but my country. Ha ha ha ha ha…Hardly any art happens there? Not me. I just want to visit for a day. Is there any artist who wants to go and actually stay there? Nothing much happens there. A cousin recently left to work there cleaning his act. The novelty hasn’t worn off yet so everyone is in a chirping mood. It was another of those skype chat topics that ends up unexpectedly about the youngest cousin. Me. (Greatest looking and enigmatic dude among the brood). Hey am writing this so that stays. That is me. The painter among well accomplished professional farts. It was about mundane things, unimportant, earthly concerns and unchallenging vision. The big question. How one should rethink their priorities, immigrate and get hitched quick before the juice of you spermanhood drizzles, dries up and be laid to waste? Hahahahaha. I am 39 and single. Am enjoying singlehood without the trappings of responsibilities. Am living my life. It is the time even my mother has finally given up asking me to find a partner and have kids. Finally! Adulthood at my fingertips.

I guess after the greetings and how dos’? With nothing else to say. One has to comment about how great life is of having a family. I have one. I have a life. No questions about that. Not to me there is none. It is the logical thing to be critical of another’s state of mind or status. No offence meant. (It was a family member I was talking with and I never take offense.) After a few jabs, flights, ducks and stings, one just happens to land a lucky punch – bring in the rowdy jests, teasings and camaraderie puns of older cousins in a state of bliss, professional stability, enlightened purpose and eternal contentment. Well it is to be expected. Among boys, one will always have competition. Never mind that we all will be in our forties. Who had the prettiest broad, slept with whom, been associated with and did that? Trying to avoid another killer topic (I will just talk about this the next time) ends up on the ins and outs of accomplishing getting a visa. Too ordinary I guess. Never mind that I tell them am doing a lot of visiting hopefully this coming year and might drop by their house of abode to be regaled on how great life abroad as an immigrant is. It’s my status they say… I am unemployed and just nixed a great opportunity to stay with a great compaby like any normal person. Perhaps that’s it! I don’t feel normal that I have to get everything done to be happy. I need not be married to be contented I need not be with kids to be satisfied in my career. Having learned early that you don’t want your older cousins to be a step ahead of you. Keep your cards hidden and one just nods and does what one wants in the end. Weird really. I like having older cousins and having them stay dimwitted forever. Quite convenient for me not to match brawn with any of them through the years. I just don’t want to waste time arguing when we accomplish other greater thoughts and pranks. So here I am hitched with a fb pal, oggling at fb pictures , adding up a virtual stranger to my fb list of friends probably without anything in common. Sigh. Let’s hope the blond blue eyed woman adds me first and not the old maid -“an older maiden” could be a better and practical stringing of words. That’s life for me now. I did request for imported rubber shoes to be sent to my address for icebreaker. Nice. If it happens then it happens – so be it. Am practical.

Another topic then. One could hardly miss the typhoon Pedring that caused a storm surge along some of our coastal areas. Pity. So many natural calamities every year. I guess we have to prepare ourselves about the changes in our lives. I just want to add that mirroring all the calamities the past few years we still lack the right attitude and preparation despite all the experiences. Higher costs and taxes happened this year. Inept and blunt reasoning still prevails. Filipinos are just waiting for the next elections for the grandstanding and the empty promises.

It was one of those days that a rare thing happens. I forgot a birthday. Since the person having his natal day doesn’t have a fb or any other social network this event happened. There was a time forgetting seems normal but now you could be prompted about upcoming birthdays ahead of time to prepare. No excuses. I guess this would be the cool thing nowadays. On the plus side one could set up greeting cards that would also send automatically thus freeing you the mundane task of sending out one. Convenient not to be inconvenienced. That’s the modern life. My nephew of three doesn’t have a fb. Normal parents nowadays would have set one up for their none fbing toddlers to post convenient photos, videos and updates. It’s the season too and likely a great way to connect with erstwhile inattentive godparents. Better just get up from my stool now and shower for the event. Tsk tsk tsk.

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Poems II 2000 – 2011

The End of a Dream

Whenever I wake up,
and the mist of slumber still reigns,
I glance around in fear
on what this dream might be.
So compelling it beckons to dread,
that I could only feel icicles
and coldness in my body.
Shivering oddly
wanting it this time to be real.

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Of Missed Chances

Once in a dream so unreal,
I gathered the sighs of missed chances.
Held them all in my palms,
Still I felt the lost so heavy on limbs.

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Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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Life

Suffer a burden too real,
Know its pain of cutting
and feel its biting lessons,
that when it comes again,
one should flee its hold.
Never to be trapped
on legs that don’t unfold.
Dark son and daughter, run!

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The Heritage

I run across a vast maze;
In search of a solitary acacia mast,
A haven to dwarf the land;
A temper to still.

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Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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The Differences to Find

I found in a difference;
And it discovered me,
In its light I found something dark,
While the darkness blinded me.
Traitor it called me
A liar and a thief.

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Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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The Eruptions

In the lightest of gestures
I see so much meaning;
That I could only hold until,
A fiery blast so consumes me;

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Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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undying

say ‘undying’,
a couple of times
it might stay a minute
its hand.

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minute minutes

we time our walks
run our daily rituals
bring about sentiments
clockwise spins

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creatures of passion
May 10, 2008, 7:19 pm

we are earth bound to follow our desires. we bring our souls, to the heights and lows. to discover what truly lies behind our journey … our heart’s sujourn…

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of night in darkness

i am lost in thought about what we want to do with our lives… we reinvent and enjoy what we have… bring our children always to what is right, lawful and compassionate…

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Mandaluyong City, Philippines

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By Amiel Gerald Roldan

Compilations of Blog VIII

Friends Through The Years (183)Earning my Php in the Philippines
August 18, 2008, 8:12 pm

I’ve started to think seriously on how one could earn your millions before you end up in retirement pension… Considering most have income asides from the permanent job that they have stayed for sometime… Over qualified and underpaid positions that one would not think about vacating. It is hard work applying for another same position and we do get older. There are lower salaries always offered to newer graduates with no experience even if they are college graduates… That is the power of discrimination in the Philippines.

If I stayed in my current job for the next six months then I would have the tenure and regularization benefits… I would have my health benefits by that time and apply for my dependents in a year as a single… I will have my free dental and if I have a perfect SAF then I could keep this income indefinitely. Performance comes second only to availability and flexibility in my job requirements. A word of caution to new applicants… Less than 6 months experience doesn’t hold water for good salary offers. Increase would be the time of the year you are hired so job fairs are tricky… It could go beyond two years before you realize that you haven’t been offered a basic increase. Incentives are good but basic increase affect your overtime, benefit upgrades and extra holiday pay…
With so many expenses I would be lucky to save money for contingencies but that is hardly the case as everyone gets older and we do expect better lifestyles. One would not choose to wallow in stringent measures if one could help oneself. We all dream of bettering ourselves… I wouldn’t want to always ride jitneys in my 30’s. I could hardly see myself hanging out off an overcrowded jitney at peak hours because I am saving or scrimping for a better set of clothes to wear to work.

So back to the millions or billions to dream bigger… If I end up earning an annual gross of Php 260,000 in my earnings right now in my current job I would saved 20 percent of that give or take. That would be of course outside from loans and credit card expenses. That is to say, without major festivities, birthdays, calamities, deaths or accidents in the immediate family. Pathetic! Right ? This is a realistic summation of the times so let me continue. It would take me twenty years to save that first million and I would be in retirement by that time. Save for winning the lotto three consecutive times in a row , I don’t think that would be realistic or feasible… I would say that in twenty years a million would just be a hundred thousand Php and that would not be much savings. I would bet that would just be enough to cover a vacation trip to the local beach area for a few days…

I wouldn’t want to scrimp on living leisurely at my age now… Bad for health…Hahahaahaha…. I am 36 years old and I would expect my job to pay for my daily expenses, short term wants and finance medium wants and keep some for my dependents (parents) or immediate relatives. I would expect my earnings to keep and offer me better options as the years pass… I would not be maintaining my job if it does not offer me that basic necessity and/ or well not keep me for very long.

I do have in mind setting up a business or two. I do want the choice to travel if I wanted to. Hong Kong and Singapore would be normal destinations. Visiting relatives abroad is current too if I am lucky to get a visa. I want to build and invest in my own home. If my current salary would not allow this then I would not be happy. I would be looking for a better offer soon. I am in fact asking around now… I just passed an interview with one job offer and that is buoying my spirits. No offer for car incentive though…I haven’t lost any interview offer at all. I am canvassing now what Cebu City could offer me in comparison with my salary (Manila based). It is sad but I have to look harder but I am not losing hope now that I have more years of experience. It does not match or improve on it so far.

In Manila with my current connections I earned 2x that what I earn here with another job at workshop teaching, facilitating and some tutorials. I have been teaching for more than ten years though. I am at my peak in that position. Still not contented though with this so I opted for an account transfer to Cebu. I am hoping that my tutorials would be started here too soon. The income projection is exclusive of what I earn abroad for my sold works and commission as an artist, of course. That is a capital that I have for long term. Give or take in ten years time my works would be competitive with international artists. I have more years now of experience than I had back then. Like in any endeavor, I am expecting it to pay off, too… Security is in plurality and reinvention. Now, I want an automatic tenure increase for any job I take… Pride would work with me and consistency. It need not be offered nor announced and/or deliberated. Any development is given.

Going back to the savings… Another plan would be is if I invest in a condo unit or property at this current year at what the company is paying me… I would be putting off moving for at least three years to stabilize my expenditures… That means I wouldn’t be doing much just paying of the deposit and keeping up my monthlies up to date… But in a year or two my earnings would have increased by 100 percent or more if I sell the unit/property by current market then. I would then mortgage it to buy another less developed one or two and my money would be rolling. In 10 years time I might be well off. If there are no untoward contingencies I might just end up with a property or two that I wanted and some savings… Still, I would be keeping my current job for another five years or more and end up with a loyalty watch, a plaque of appreciation, numerous client keychains or T-shirts for my efforts. I might be able to auction these memorabilia and actually earn some bucks on Ebay.

I might still venture on a business half heartedly now and might pull off a coup de etat and actually survive the economics, sell and profit before my retirement pension of a paltry 3 Thousand Php a month (at the going rate now with my pension at SSS). I would keep a gallery and a nice retirement home beside a beach property. But that is far off from what I could potentially do with my artworks…and exhibiting them… Yes, I would have a short term plan, medium plan and a long term plan but that isn’t at all exciting. In my retirement, I would probably sell modestly with my collections of works and regularly exhibit by then for major shows…

I might actually be teaching by then at college as a nearsighted old fart that keeps books at the trunk of his registered Ferrari 2020…sigh… That is if I settled down and postponed half of what I want to actually do… which would be to just bum around for the next ten years, travel, exhibit and die a starving artist without a pension or health care. The latter I could avoid as I have the minimum requirement employed now… Such romanticism exudes some truth. Cynicism abounds in my blood and prophesy is an unquestioned gift. Pathetic and unexciting but true and proven on numerous events in life. I keep ready and on my toes with challenges. There are alot of examples here in the neighborhood I’ve put myself in if I fail. Several senior citizens sleeping on the pavement with just cartons and wet blankets around the city. Perhaps due to the calamities that struck the provinces or the exodus the masses – thinking that it’s better to beg on the streets or charge it to the nearest church. Drugs is on the streets. I see more adults rather than children we see in Manila often. Kind of surreal. Si Manang at si Manong nagrurugby. Joining the rallies also had relocated the poverty to the city steps.
Automatic debiting on my payroll is another alternative.. Out of sight is out of mind… They call this savings the automatic millionare wherein you have debiting every payroll to a time deposit account… Probably postdated checks on checking account linked to a payroll account financing… Well… Lets say that this is the most feasible savings startegy for me if I don’t get my hands in the time deposit for five to ten years though…

I am just hoping that I could be lawfully earning from different occupations that befit my qualifications rather than stay and settle in just one. I want another occupation or two complementing with minimum of four hours and two days a week – contractual jobs with retaining/tenure benefits given.

Much like having more than 4 different jobs with the benefits of tenure. Of course I have my professional job as an artist, but that is not given for fellows out there. This alternative lifestyle is taking its toll. I’m not sorry to lose a home but to gain an 800 sq m studio property I might settle down… Now, I would be extolling changes on the streets soon if this does not get addressed. I seek a legal way- a simple proposal. A letter to the concerned and the might be.

We need not be contractually tied down by restrictions of any employer. Revise the employment contracts with understanding that there is no competition that stipulates working for just one employer. With this alternative, we might just address the unemployment situation on the longer term. The current employers already have us for the 9 hour basic contracts. Why do they have to mess up with what we do with the other 15 hours of the day? Sleep is just a state of mind. Hard on the body but good for addressing the financial issues. Man created the routine – truthfully, the outsourcing demand did. Coffee has been a miraculous invention at that. We can always improve or fit the situation on case to case basis.

I want to apply for numerous short hour jobs and be accepted with my current choices. It should be health card, SSS and Pag-ibig complemented… I don’t see myself doing anything else on my retirement except to work less for more… I won’t completely stop… I’ll be just managing another company. I don’t want to stay conditioned to maintain just one job be it satisfying or not. Hell! There are 24 hours a day. If they could not afford to give the right salary and benefits then allow us employees to also work with other employers that would give us contractual work for 6 hours or less on another part of our day. Is there no right/freedom in our free hours? The government should earn from these income taxes right? They would recognize regularization on minimized working hours. Alternative shifts that address the current demands and metrics that are set with working with this generation demand. Minimum wage earners exempted should be those only for the regular shifts.

With this committed in writing. There is hope that I might just perhaps earn my millions before I die too old to enjoy my hard earned savings. It should be easy. Right?

08 19 2008 Dirty Old Man

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Another home… Colon District
August 4, 2008, 7:22 pm

I wondered for a time how it would feel to stay at a boarding house and live a life of separation from family for most of the year… A student life… It’s quite late for me but maybe I could just have a brief encounter with the lifestyle…I had a very good life, I guess, so wondering did not materialize that soon… But I kept on thinking how it would be… until a year after I came to Cebu City to finally live on my own…I wanted to be away from my family early on… but I guess I never had the guts before…
Dried fish permeates the air, jitney and bus pollution, sweat and rotting food occasionaly mingles… You could get run over by speeding cars and faint of heatstroke… Natives from the provinces come here to beg for money and food here in this part of the city… Calamity struck provinces brings a steady migration of people thrust in the city life… People out to con and cause mischiefs is also rampant… Vendors selling wares occasionally shout their trades add to the dynamic noise of people living in this City… This is the air scents and sounds of Colon… A major part of the people of Cebu…

Christmas 2008 is coming soon… Filipinos are very much festive in this occassion and the New Year is always celebrated with much preparations… I missed that … Last year, when I celebrated Christmas 2007 and New Year 2008 at work and belatedly with a few drinks after shift with fellow neighbors at my bachelor pad… It was great with the incentives and trimmings… Don’t get me wrong, its just different with less people… Well, I’ll try it differently this year… Am still away from family but will have new friends at a new pad at Colon, Cebu… I am still keeping my bigger pad for my things and my professional studio but would keep myself distanced to my works by immersing myself with people… We are social animals and this lately came up… I would like to keep my privacy so I stay some nights at my old place, some nights at the office and some nights at my new boarding house pad… I want to set up a camera outside my window just to do some people studies… Lately, I was just looking at cows and it has become routinary that I would have to pass on that for some time…I was seldom going out of the boundaries of IT park asides from Ayala where I go for my gym at Fitness First… Even going to exhibit openings is becoming too infrequent… Well, I am offering changes… Just yesterday my neighbor fired a gun infront of spectators to stop a brawling … I stopped the landlady from the fuss and told her to go inside as I was worried she might have a heart attack…I am bothered though that it would have an effect on the children … some were already bewildered about the brawl and the noise… I observed them after the incident and they were very destructive afterwards (kicking doors and shouting)…They would have emotional scars from these events… Kind of remind me of happenings just like in Manila and Mandaluyong… I wish I had had an excuse for a camera ready…

Late at night karaoke singing ended usually with barangay tanods closing the bars…. There is illegal drugs in the city and am sure of that… It’s afternoon and they peddle it blatantly… I am not naive… But know that my stand is adamantly against drug use… Curfew is set up around Colon City and midnight check points are set up frequently….Drinking is the past time here… With many young people, prostitution is here… The people are quite liberated and exposed…It is quite different and the same from many parts of the Manila… But there is some sort of order too… There is an army detachment and police stations here… You’ll hear the tanods coming a kilometer away with all the racket of their motorcycles… This is a an old city with new people… Tourists also come to this parts. It kinda reminded me of the book “The Beach.” The schools and universities keep the population growing every school semester… Malls are being put up and lately a drive to rehabilitate the surroundings like Manila was talked about in the newspapers… I still have to see the changes though… The district houses the municipal hall buildings, government department buildings, city landmarks, town businesses, town capitol, postal building, and the pier. It is like a small intramuros, university belt, pier, Binondo et al. rolled into one… Talk about changes…. I like it here… I see a different Cebu every day… Heck !!! I meet a different Cebu everyday… The thing to always remember is that it is quite small so people know people…They would know you from afar… I meet alot of my friends around the city in this district… I want to learn the language of this city fast… I am falling in love with the City and its people… Maybe I am falling in love with the wrong part of the city… But I am game for the ride…
08 05 2008

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SONA and Sights 2008
***07 29 2008

This is the day of the 8th S.O.N.A. in the Philippines (State of the Nation Adrress)…. I wondered how we as a nation has changed since the Marcos era… I see so many small changes for the better. I am glad that we are improving our lives for the better even with higher costs of living… Anyone with imagination could see that things would be brighter in a few more years and different… Of course those seeing it too would see the same things to rehash on the future president whoever may be siting… burning effigies, negative ratings, rallies, seasonal coup de etats, power grabbing, exposing the human side of the rich, having the local people dance the locomotion without need of memorizing the lyrics and rediculing people in power who is not Pacquiao… I still see a lot of people in need but they understand now what they need to do…to save and get their children in school and if there is nothing to eat go to the malls and walk around… Past are coup de etats that actually won our country… half hearted ones plus pogi points would bring you to the senate seat and put you and your family in good standing aside from marrying an actor or actress … though… getting linked to one re two counts too… Toiling in jail is an excuse to not do anything and get yourself always in front page… another waste of money… Another senator not doing anything. There seems to be alot of politicians from the other camp not doing anything productive… where were they when calamities struck … ah yes! mulling about how to throw another garbage at the seating government…Keeping their flawless skin always in the leading newspapers… Seems all the clamor for changes ended when infamy caught up and reality setting in when some got knocked out by keeping too much exposure too soon… Even Lacson’s skin is better now i admit than a baby’s asshole… So much for the group that made use of our good senator Trillanes… Where are they now while he is sitting in jail… talk about being used and being discarded when not in use anymore… ha ha ha ha ha… Not an excuse still not to do his job as senator because of this…He has a lot of years to learn and work on alone in jail… if he still plans to help people in need…. Bills need to be passed. People need laws upheld… Calamities to be prepared for… Jobs and differences to be ironed off… Why not just aim for talking with territorial disputes?… The Filipino people’s future is at stake… Boycott seems so immature nowadays as politicians are caught sour graping while going to another one of their food binges and long talks about putting the government down… on when 2010? Many Filipinos go hungry… There are too many opportunities they let pass by… we let pass by… fighting their own ghosts to reconcile… fighting our ghosts to reconcile… They would not win again in an election in 2010… There is little issue that they could rehash until then… Where is the sense of accountability?… When you throw accusations you should retract them and apologize if the law finds you could not support them…or is it position that keeps you upright and pride without honor… Just keep silent maybe the bloopers would just fly by… in a year or two.. Talk about lining up all the presidents we had in a row and all of them having negative ratings… Setting box office records now for the lowest… Former presidents and wanna be presidents or politicians not in the limelight getting greener with envy still… Everyone seem to want the fifteen minutes of fame again and again.. Probably nursing the idea that they would be more talked about if they are not present…. who would print that out ?… of course newspapers going out for the news scoop….. Pity they were eclipsed by the mayor in bahag.

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– On a day of the month of July –
July 30, 2008, 4:29 pm
***07 28 2008

I just renewed my passport here in Cebu City. The time to go apply abroad is just a step away… Residencies, grants, seeing openings and exhibitions, meeting fellow artists, curators and writers…we start building new relationships, friends and competition… Challenges to make life better and inspiring new works… I am dragging that step though. Even though I know that this is my shangri-la and that being that well-rounded artist would make me content and happy. I play the field of challenges with hardly any capital and it has brought me so much…. I wanted to experience some more years of solitude and bliss… I am lethargic…. Working in a company has always been on my mind too… A peripheral image that I dare not look at for long in fear that this might seduce me in staying put…. I am meeting alot of new friends and am quiet happy… Being away for a while has burned me bridges yet gave me a bigger perspective. Responsibilities beckon though… I wake up bothered that I am moving very fast and just breezing images as i pass… They fail to sink in deep… I hardly slow down and nary looking back… I have this time and it is ending… I want it to begin again… I have all my strengths yet none to push me forward… I never wanted distinction…. I just wanted to blend in the wall and just watch the carousel pass by…. I fear I am doing that right now…. To break the cycle I have to walk away…. sigh ….I hope I don’t hurt much or hurt anyone…. I just want to pursue what I want to do by myself…. To seek contentment on the simple art of making art and sharing it with alot of people that are important to you…. To bring these people to a part of your images and give them your life….

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Walking the Streets of Cebu City
July 30, 2008, 4:23 pm
***07 01 2008

I was restless today this July 01, 2008. I woke up very early and decided to walk around Cebu. My gym opens at around 6 am so I have lots of time to kill. I decided I would walk around a bit. Early morning air was good for the body and walking would be good for the heart. I decided I would look at some streets in older parts of Cebu. The Carbon district is one of the older places to visit. The district dated back in the Spanish times in early 1650s. I would walk around the city regardless of the vagrants and threats of criminality that I’ve heard that was now rampant. Around 3:00 am, I started walking from Capitol and decided my route would end at DFA or the Postal Office. Early for jogging the streets, I decided to just walk…I wonder if I would know the intimate City first hand… Heck, I want to discover Colon and Carbon touted as the Binondo of Cebu. I wanted to see the streets and the structures this time without the people. I thought I would see very few people about but I passed early vendors, delivery trucks, early sweepers and people buying food in the stall market… Some were preparing their goods and while some unloading delivery from the port and other provinces… I discovered more than I bargained for. I was shocked to see that in this bustling city people sleeping outside in some parts of the city… Perhaps they were vendors too late to go home and staying after closing or too early arriving before opening their stalls. One could be naive if one wants too. It occurred to me that despite the City of Cebu’s development and potentials some might be left out literally in the streets… In Singapore, I would say that you could not stay and sleep outside because of the strict curfew law and in America sleeping for just a night would kill you from hypothermia at certain time of the year — dead winter perhaps. That is not to say there are never poor people in those countries… I remember once when I was in US, a 6′ 2″ colored person asking for a dollar at Brooklyn station. He obviously decided he could intimidate some dollars from passerby. With our temperate climate we could survive with just a headache after sleeping several nights. I tried sleeping under the stars for several nights when there was an all out city blackout due to generator failure and that gave me a big headache. If it was raining it would be very much uncomfortable but would still have cover from buildings. A typhoon is another thing though… I know that these were people dislocated from there homes. The government is very tolerant and I guess the municipalities just follow suite… Sickness and ails would catch up with us eventually but these fellow Filipinos would have them sooner… Death would come sooner to all of us though… A few were scattered in corners and sheds but as I came nearer the church district. I passed a group of around a hundred prone figures. I still thought they would be rallyist or workers on strike to be so large a number…but I guess I was wrong. Some of the shadows were stirring in sleep and some repose as if in death, I am shamed… The coolness of the night at 3:30 am in morning barely made me aware of the misty stagnant air of dirt and rotting garbage… Human feces and body sweat rose up very distinct now…This is the city I have come to love for almost a year now…A city I had admire from childhood and where I decided to stay for good. I heard some stories of poverty… I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen… Progress has its price… a very big price to pay…. I could no avert my eyes and I have to see them…. to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend…. I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows. I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them… I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar –indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect. I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath. A pump on on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse…. Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath… taking advantage of others still asleep..I could not help not look… a different kind of curiosity came over me. They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia… The few women and men already up hurried around. In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement… Where is their retirement benefits? Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons. The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008… No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines… This was aggraviated by rising costs in petroleum… The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too… Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?… I see few hope for us if we could not help our country’s pillars of wisdom and well of experiences. If Filipinos would not help one another… these same people would be taken advantaged of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants… If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change…

A block away was covered stalls of fresh flowers and candles to be sold. Offerings for the Catholic God. Across was the closed Church of Sto. Niño and near it were other churches to early to be open … –a patron god child image tasked to save and bring hope against the worst that life could bring… How tragic life could be… This so bother me as a Filipino. I could not reconcile what one could do that would address this without the help of many people together…

All the limelight here shine on politicians and entertainment personalities… We always criticize and always tear down what our opponents build. This is the crab mentality that we practice and manana habit that we bury ourselves in. We cannot care for the elderly yet we challenge them for survival, take from them their wisdom, constantly sap their love, wring years of support, forget their caring. We bring them to the chaos of rallies, dissent, criminality, harassment, delays of bill and laws that should address their welfare and sometimes sexual abuse. If we could prepare the future for our children we could look to the beginning to nourish our elders.

I see the marked difference of other Filipinos in bed still also waking up from drunken spree past 1 pm to start again the cycle and of some just whiling away at gossips and glorifying whiter skin and fairer complexion. Beauty defined the metrics of success… Money used for too fleeting concerns. Age never qualified for it. Exodus brings progress but it brings unnecessary pain… There are alot of drugs on the street here too… gang war with fraternities as we see the graffiti on every walls around… the practice of youths with too much time on their hands marking their territories and daring themselves to do the next level…that is also life unavoidable … of the many prostitutes, transvestites and hostos that abound here… it colors the perception and concerns… with people misled, taken advantaged off and/or taking advantage on others whichever side we put ourselves on… hope is hard to find… This is the city of life, development and progress…

I wonder when the majority of the Filipino people would start to save enough to protect their retirement and future… When elderly people are neglected they have nothing to draw from … Most are obligated in their old years to keep supporting their children’ lifestyle, grand children’ daily meals and comfort while their own grown up children work or some enjoy uncomplicated existences and make more children… I would always scold if ever I see that grandparents were left with youngsters… they should have quality time with these treasures too but to enjoy them not to raise them up after raising up ungrateful sons or daughters…to have something behind them to support themselves when they need to… To own or live in a house that could not be taken away from them and where to enjoy the fruits of their labor if not their simple retirement. I see a lot of our elderly sleeping across the pavements of churches in Cebu City even in Manila drawn to the pious structures and people who live there and worship there … Some forgotten and others on daily pilgrimage uncared for in the years way past after their own children would have their own family… I remember the images and would remember still that people live barely covered with cartons…There are tens of tens of them still here… Calamity victims and would be victims again when the next typhoon comes in August ….

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