2016 Highlights

  1. First time to travel alone. By plane. -February 3
  2. Met Joey Ayala and performed in the same event.
  3. First Art Exhibit with a Celebrity (Hero Angeles)
  4. Performed on stage 23x
January 18 - "Biya" 
February 15 - "Lost Not Found" Open Mic Sesh/ Valentines special
February 17 - "Hungihong sa Dughan" at Lyceum Iligan
February 19 - "Talagsa ra ni!" at the MSU-IIT Lawn
February 29 - "Left Year" Open Mic Sesh
April 1 - "Atik Rock" Rooftop Gig
April 5 - Open Mic at Lola G
April 8 - "Dandaniw" at HRM Lounge
May 20 - JCI Plaza Alemania
May 22 - English Culmination, launching of "I Am Not A Poet" 
May 30 - "Pamana" Open Mic Sesh
June 1 - "Yutang Ina" US Embassy Sponsored/SagipEksena at Paseo de Santiago
June 15 - Iligan Flag day at the Centennial Park
June 30 - "Out and Proud" Open Mic Sesh
July 24 - "Tukiltura"
August 26 - CSM Acquaintance Party
September 15 - CMU NCCA
Oct 1 - "Writing Naked" Book Launching
Oct 6 -"Skwela Nasad!" MSU-IIT Music and Poetry Night
Oct 9 - "Extrajudicial Feelings"
Oct 23 - SPC Culmination
December -Costumers Forum
December 11 - TWCM Anniversary at the Luxe Hotel

4. Central Mindanao University

5. General Santos -February 2016

6. Wrote more than 10 Spoken Word Poetry Pieces

7. Taught Spoken word for 3 months and got freakin paid for it. Nice cash.

8. Bought my own super comfy bed – December 30

9. Bought my first converse

2016 Realizations

  • I swear I cannot eat MikMik without exhaling it after “sipping”
  • The year I noticed that I have been drinking Yakult differently than others. And mind you, I have been doing this since I was a kid. This is how I do it: Get a toothpick and use it to punch a hole on the foil, creating a teeny-weeny hole for me to sip. I think I prefer to drink Yakult, moderately.

kim’s 2016 playlist

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Wag Mong Aminin by Rico Blanco

Araw’t Gabi by Clara Benin

Put to Waste by Bullet Dumas

Di Na Babalik by Ang Bandang Shirley (And also, Bullet Dumas’ cover)

Casanova by ThePurpleChickens

Mabuti Pa Sila by Gary Granada

Magkaibigan Magka-ibigan by Coeli San Luis feat. Miguel Guico

Dapithapon by Johnoy Danao

Liwanag by Kai Honasan

Tayo Lang ang May Alam by Peryodiko

Walang Hanggan by Quest

Malaya by Moira Dela Torre

Tadhana and Oo by Up Dharma Down

Everglow by Coldplay

Dear Theodosia from Hamilton the Musical


Somber year. Yes.

Built to Share

We only think of people superficially. We reduce them to simple images, simple bodies. Somebody called on my office phone this morning and asked for a fellow worker, I told the person that the one she was asking for is unavailable.

The lady on the phone then requested that she’d leave a message for my workmate. Her message was this, “Ma’am, secretary diay ni sa Brgy. Del Carmen, paki-ingon kang Ma’am na ang streetlight dapit sa ilaha kay na -taud na” And I thought of this message for awhile. Why would my workmate request such thing? I was thinking that maybe it was for her daughter. I knew she had a teenage daughter schooling at this local higschool, and prolly she had thought of their street. The lights must have been damaged in there. I was just guessing.

And here, I thought of my workmate’s story. We all have back-stories and I’d like to imagine and think of the reason behind every action that we do. Nobody would take time to think about these things anymore.  Guilty of reducing people to mere bodies, these days, we do not take time to understand and investigate anymore. We do not have time to listen to the real stories and not the reel stories. We are too busy thinking about our selves, our family, our jobs, that we tend to forget other people have their own lives too. But life goes on anyway.

I wish unlearning selfishness and self-centeredness were that easy. But it takes time and perseverance to think and do these things. It would require much effort and a whole lot of dying to self. This we cannot do alone.

I thought of the back-stories and how I have always been so eager to listen to backstories. I am always interested. But I constantly ask myself, I would always wonder why. Is this borne out of selfishness too?

Last October 8th was a monumental day for all of us. My dad lead Tay Ciano’s burial. Tears fell as we saw our brothers and sisters paying their last goodbye to their beloved. Death is inevitable. The physical life has been interrupted and is no longer continued. But I believe Christians have the privilege to continue life in glorified bodies. Death is just an interruption for all of us.

 

 

Later that day, we all had to collect all of our feelings of sorrow to shift to another monumental event. Dad officiated the Ray and Chai wedding at 4. We rejoiced and celebrated. Tears of sorrow shifted to tears of joy. As Tay Ciano’s physical life ended, two people began their life together. This was another story to tell about soon.

Every day, I encounter good stories. Stories with moral lessons and stories that are just mere retelling.

I thought of the things that used to matter to me. I thought of the times I was so selfish that I forget that these walking bodies are not mere membranes, but they are people with souls and stories and problems and debts and tuition fees. Life was not meant to be lived in solitary.

We were built to share.

Postcards From Taboan

Ang salin sa kainit sa imong kamot
akong gikuptan samtang gapaabot
sa imong tagad, apan sama sa mga lampara

sa Divisoria, kapundiron imong mga mata.
Unta, mahabwa na ang tanang buot ipadayag
nga nadan-ok pa sa tutonlan.

-Ton Dapusala


Ton’s poetry is beautiful. I met this guy in Taboan’s Spoken Word Poetry competition. He was the guy sitting at my right, Jude Ortega sat at the opposite. They were both fellows from the previous batches of Iligan Writers Workshop.

“Nagamit na nimo ang ‘Ulan ug Bagyo’ na dugay ra nakong gitaguan nga metaphor. Samoka nimo oi.”

Those words were the first few words he said to me after I performed on stage. I laughed as I didn’t know what how to respond. I felt sorry for using the metaphor first. After the chit chat, we exchanged insights about the contestants and how others lacked imagery in their poetry and other whatnots.

In Taboan, I met different types of poets and writers. They varied in preference and style, but they were all unified in one thing : The zeal to elevate Filipino Art. I silently wished I had that same intensity too, the urge to fight for a cause, the desire to be one with the “artists.” But the passion never occurred, only superficially. I sometimes feel morose about having no genuine passion for something. The thing about being causeless is that you float. Too unsure of what exactly I have been doing. I did the craft because I loved doing it. I felt the urge to do it. I didn’t do it for a cause or some holy zeal for the country’s betterment. I did it and I am doing it out of selfish aspirations. I am doing it for my own sanity. 

Now tell me, is it wrong to do so?

In Taboan, I learned to be patient with my phone’s faltering internet. Life in the boondocks desensitizes you from the world of wifi and technology. I was forced to be happy with the scenery. I was forced to look and be mindful. I was forced to look at the varieties of trees, how they were carefully plotted and planted. I was forced to appreciate the coldness and stillness of the whole Bukidnon scene. People were not in a hurry. People patiently waited. People greeted strangers “good morning” and “good evening.” People smiled. People laughed and you can hear silent whisperings from students scattered at the school’s lawn.People ran and chased each other.

I was forced into having real conversations with people, and these conversations turned into weeping sessions and honest talks. 

Atleast, for a little while, I get to think. I get to meet people. I get to be People. 

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From Maramag to Valencia. A little roadtrip in search of a coffeeshop.

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The coffeeshop in the middle of the bukid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It was worth the little get-away.

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The Bukidnon trees were properly placed. Like chess pieces, perfectly ordained. 

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Central Mindanao University made me homesick for a city  I have never been. You see things here. The kind of seeing that really sees. And feeling that really feels. 

 

In Taboan, you don’t really forget. You just get to see things…and people.

photo credits to :

Floraime Pantaleta / Kim Alejandrino

#PostcardsFromTaboan

Catalogue of Repackagings /003

Week 3 : I wasn’t able to post my weekly catalogue last week due to my 4-day trip to Bukidnon for the Lit Fest 2016. Also, thank God for that trip, I was able to discover a couple of people who were into my shenanigans.

  • Breakfast Leftovers : This is just a brilliant presentation of church history. Hands down. History is always His story.
  • The Iphone and his boy : This is something to think about when we become “too” enslaved with our gadgets and “too” dependent with technology that we forget the “real” world. 
  • I Used to Be a Human Being : I finished reading this after three days. It’s a long article, but the main reason why it took me a long time to finish reading was the fact that I have been constantly checking my phone for updates while surfing my office desktop, and tweeting every single beautiful quote I encounter with the article.I do not agree with everything he has written, but his words on the essential things are true. Below are my favorite quotations : 

 

“Has our enslavement to dopamine — to the instant hits of validation that come with a well-crafted tweet or Snapchat streak — made us happier? I suspect it has simply made us less unhappy, or rather less aware of our unhappiness, and that our phones are merely new and powerful antidepressants of a non-pharmaceutical variety.”

“And yet our need for quiet has never fully gone away, because our practical achievements, however spectacular, never quite fulfill us. They are always giving way to new wants and needs, always requiring updating or repairing, always falling short. The mania of our online lives reveals this: We keep swiping and swiping because we are never fully satisfied. The late British philosopher Michael Oakeshott starkly called this truth “the deadliness of doing.” There seems no end to this paradox of practical life, and no way out, just an infinite succession of efforts, all doomed ultimately to fail.”

“If the churches came to understand that the greatest threat to faith today is not hedonism but distraction, perhaps they might begin to appeal anew to a frazzled digital generation. Christian leaders seem to think that they need more distraction to counter the distraction. Their services have degenerated into emotional spasms, their spaces drowned with light and noise and locked shut throughout the day, when their darkness and silence might actually draw those whose minds and souls have grown web-weary.”

Noteworthy blogs to check out:

  1. Conchitina Cruz’s blog
  2. Dagmay – A literary Online Journal
  3. Dr. Oz’s recipes -If you love cooking, this blog is for keeps.
  4. Gentle Reformation

for more interesting articles, czech this out.

In Violation of Grice

I only paid 25 pesos for Kopi Luwak’s Cafe Americano! Half the price I pay for coffee when I’m in Sulen or Aruma. I am amazed at how life gives out little joys every now and then, surprising us with its defiance of Gricean maxims that makes life a little more comedic despite the little tragedies. Gricean maxims, if violated, creates humor. This was according to my report last Saturday in Victor Sugbo’s class on Independent study.

He tasked me to discuss Humor, the linguistic elements  and the violation of the Gricean Maxims. A few weeks back, he sent me scholarly articles about humor for me to dissect in relation to my study on Hugot. I chose the journal written by two Iraqi women scholars for my report. They had Shakespeare as the subject for their study, which I found quite inappropriate since I did not see it fitting for their context or for my context for that matter. Sir Sugbo agreed with my remarks after having reported and discussed their study.

What left a mark in me was Grice’s maxims. I heard of this back in undergrad, but I never took it seriously. It was a passing lecture discussed in my linguistics class or philosophy, I cannot remember. It’s funny how many lessons I have probably missed just because I was busy thinking of other things in college. I was sort of “not there” while being there.

Now back to the maxims,

according to Grice, there is this thing called the Cooperative Principle in which one should consider how one can achieve effective communication in social situations. These are the pragmatics of language.

This cooperative principle can be divided into four conversational maxims according to Paul Grice :

  • Maxim of Quality
  • Maxim of Quantity
  • Maxim of Relevance
  • Maxim of Manner

According to the study I have read about Humor, violating these four maxims (or just even one of it), produces the funny. And it’s interesting that we (Filipinos), people of humor, intentionally or unintentionally violate all these maxims. At first, I was quite appalled that people would study and dissect humor. I felt the injustice for “humor-loving people” like me. I have always thought about humor as something that would just occur in our daily lives. For me, there was no need to study it for it will just ruin the whole magic of its jazz.

Still, reading those references made me think about the Gricean maxims I violate every single day for the love of the funny. In a way, I am quite grateful for this nice insight that I could probably utilize into something funny someday.