Gusto mo ba mag-artista sa indie movies?
enroll na sa sinehan indie movie acting
workshop and act in two short films and
one full length as your graduation
project... kukuha pa kami at gagastos sa
celebrities bilang kapareha niyo...
classes start third week of april, m-w-f
from 5pm to 9pm but can be adjusted if
most of the students are coming from
work. 12-15 sessions, ull face the
camera every session and be critiqued.
workshop fee is only p6,000. u can get
ur own sponsors if u can, to finance ur fee.
come to unit 401 wil-vic construction
building 2, 96 v luna road extension,
barangay sikatuna, diliman, quezon city
INDIE MOVIE PRODUCTION WORKSHOP FOR STUDENTS
Learn the art, craft and business of
indie movie production from the
strategist himself, cris pablo, with
other directors and producers as speakers.
ull be making short films and produce a
full length movie at the end of the
workshop. We will provide the equipment.
contact 09294703059 or 09234796804 or
9720474.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Oh My High School Life!
Imagine after more than twenty years, you see them again and they are seeing you, in all that you have become; yet they seem to see the more innocent version of you; then they tell you how you have never aged and you tell them as well; or perhaps because as far as you can remember, here are the remnants of the times when you were still wonderful, and here are the people who appreciates you (in media you are quite wary of people praising you and lambasting you because you know everyone has a hidden agenda)... And everyone is just happy to see each other and to be with one another. One came all the way from Canada, another from Australia, and some from our beloved home province of La Union...
Ahhh, I pretended that night not to care... but I guess we all felt we really cared for and loved each other...
With me that night were Liwliwa Lachica, Namnama Lachica, Ronaldo Hufana, Clarissa Arcangel, Irene Dario and David Caloza... Missed our other close friends Resalie Rivera, Deborah Borja, Dionisio Alcantara, Elwyn Biazon...
Of course, Edward Aradanas, Mario Andrade, Jerry Estoque, ahhh, the names...
IN 1986, a month after the February Edsa Revolution that divided some of us in our high school barkada in the northern province of La Union, our section Rizal, the pilot section, graduated, all 40 plus of us, along with around a thousand other fourth year students of La Union National High School.
I never felt any melancholy at that time, probably because I was so excited with much my anticipated entrance to the University of the Philippines Institute of Mass Communications (which is now a college) where I was to major in Broadcast Communications.
I didn't take the marching up the stage seriously anymore, because, finally, it was over. Didn't have to prove anything anymore. I placed, as I expected and fought for, third, or first honorable mention of the graduating class. In our campus, that meant you were the third most studious or intelligent or simply most stupid to have lived by the rules and even pleased too many "live-by-the-rule" teachers to merit recognition.
Our valedictorian was David Caloza. He was in LUNHS section 1 from first year while the salutatorian Edward Aradanas came around third year. That was the same year I got promoted to section 1 after finishing my second year in section 3.
David Caloza (left) and the wannabe author, me
My first year was in Ateneo de Manila high school at Katipunan, Loyola Heights, in 1982. I transferred to La Union National High School because, well, I wanted to live with my mom and sister in La Union and because of one person. I don't know if he is still alive today.
To be honest, my high school life was very innocent but very dark. Imagine a sad talented young man who is left alone in the house with all the rotten books to read, only three television stations to switch on to, one fm station to listen to, and no one to speak with in the neighborhood.
I only came alive whenever I was in school. And not everyone was happy about it.
My closest friends were David and Edward with Liwliwa, our third honorable mention classmate-friend, as a respectable pal who would mediate whenever we had squabbles, all 11 plus of us, rowdy, self centered teenagers.
Clarisa was our fashion conscious muse with Resalie as the equally pretty spunky member while Liw and Nam, like twin sisters (but one is actually a year older) were our sweetest faced. Our "Manang Biday" type of dusky beauty was Deborah and Irene was the intellectual.
Then there's Dionisio who sings classic Filipino songs all afternoon before and after class, Ronaldo who did alot of funny antics that by now he would not have remembered, and Elwyn, who was really sweet.
At that time there were no pagers, no mobiles phones, no internet, and yes, even the land phone was a luxury only the elite could afford. Well, David had a phone at home, I think.
Our gimmicks were mostly school related activities but we managed to organize parties in line with our co-corricular events.
I enjoyed those sleep-overs and those trips out of town to attend week-long seminars.
We won some top awards too, except that whenever I qualified for a national level competition, I secretly chickened out and backed out or did something so that I would not win and be recognized. I guess I was scared of something or someone back then. It was a family secret, someone I hoped would not find us. I hope that person is already six feet under by now... No I won't write about that person here.
Anyway, those were still the best years of my life!
Ahhh, I pretended that night not to care... but I guess we all felt we really cared for and loved each other...
With me that night were Liwliwa Lachica, Namnama Lachica, Ronaldo Hufana, Clarissa Arcangel, Irene Dario and David Caloza... Missed our other close friends Resalie Rivera, Deborah Borja, Dionisio Alcantara, Elwyn Biazon...
Of course, Edward Aradanas, Mario Andrade, Jerry Estoque, ahhh, the names...
after more than 20 years (batch 1986) , we meet again
in Dad's at Glorietta, Makati (2008 Feb)
in Dad's at Glorietta, Makati (2008 Feb)
I never felt any melancholy at that time, probably because I was so excited with much my anticipated entrance to the University of the Philippines Institute of Mass Communications (which is now a college) where I was to major in Broadcast Communications.
I didn't take the marching up the stage seriously anymore, because, finally, it was over. Didn't have to prove anything anymore. I placed, as I expected and fought for, third, or first honorable mention of the graduating class. In our campus, that meant you were the third most studious or intelligent or simply most stupid to have lived by the rules and even pleased too many "live-by-the-rule" teachers to merit recognition.
Our valedictorian was David Caloza. He was in LUNHS section 1 from first year while the salutatorian Edward Aradanas came around third year. That was the same year I got promoted to section 1 after finishing my second year in section 3.
David Caloza (left) and the wannabe author, me
To be honest, my high school life was very innocent but very dark. Imagine a sad talented young man who is left alone in the house with all the rotten books to read, only three television stations to switch on to, one fm station to listen to, and no one to speak with in the neighborhood.
I only came alive whenever I was in school. And not everyone was happy about it.
My closest friends were David and Edward with Liwliwa, our third honorable mention classmate-friend, as a respectable pal who would mediate whenever we had squabbles, all 11 plus of us, rowdy, self centered teenagers.
Clarisa was our fashion conscious muse with Resalie as the equally pretty spunky member while Liw and Nam, like twin sisters (but one is actually a year older) were our sweetest faced. Our "Manang Biday" type of dusky beauty was Deborah and Irene was the intellectual.
Then there's Dionisio who sings classic Filipino songs all afternoon before and after class, Ronaldo who did alot of funny antics that by now he would not have remembered, and Elwyn, who was really sweet.
At that time there were no pagers, no mobiles phones, no internet, and yes, even the land phone was a luxury only the elite could afford. Well, David had a phone at home, I think.
Our gimmicks were mostly school related activities but we managed to organize parties in line with our co-corricular events.
I enjoyed those sleep-overs and those trips out of town to attend week-long seminars.
We won some top awards too, except that whenever I qualified for a national level competition, I secretly chickened out and backed out or did something so that I would not win and be recognized. I guess I was scared of something or someone back then. It was a family secret, someone I hoped would not find us. I hope that person is already six feet under by now... No I won't write about that person here.
Anyway, those were still the best years of my life!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
LONG TIME COMPANIONS
I named her Tupah because she's like a sheep... When she is trying to get my attention, she gives a sweet unannoying cry, like a small child who is cautious the neighbors might be disturbed...
TUPAH, my toy poodle, 4 months
Tupah is very friendly and trusting. She never barks except during her play or role-playing game where she lets out quite a mouthful...
I think she is a stage actress in her former life as she has very expressive and soulful eyes.
Duda, mini-schnauzer, 3 years old
Way back in 2005, when I was being beaten and battered emotionally and physically by my then partner, I thought of having a dog as a pet. I thought back then that my partner wouldn't stay long since we always fought. I tried and fought very hard to keep him but eventually i woke up. It was a rollercoaster ride.
Duda turns 1 year old, 2005, ungroomed
I named her Duda because that was my first commercially released full length movie.
It took three years before I finally decided to have a stud for Duda (we talked about it and it seemed that Duda was finally open to the idea).
I paid "stud services" only to find out three months later that it was a false pregnancy. The vet said Duda may have been too fat.
So I asked my brother-in-law Romy to walk her everyday.
Duda now lives with my mom and sister in our newly bought house in Bulacan (my gift for Mama).
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