ECONOMY AS MULTIDIMENSIONAL ASPECTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE

Philippine_economyWhat is economy, and what is the purpose of economy?  I just learnt from the previous economic units that I took-up, that economy is a sort of management.  Etymologically, from the Greek terminology, oikos and nomos, which laterally means, “house rules or house management.”  What is being ruled, and what is being managed?  Obviously, it is no other than, goods that are necessary for human existence.  Why do they have to be managed?  It is because of their scarcity – the underlying element of economic functions. According to Roberto G. Medina, Ph.D., scarcity is “when most things that people want are available only in limited supply.  Thus, there is a great necessity calling for the appliance of the house management.  An apple has to be quartered equally to three craving toddlers.  Luckily, there are goods that don’t have to be mathematically or demographically stipulated in order to be available for consumption.  The air  we breathe that is being given freely and copiously by nature fits this picture; all we have to do is to literally ‘economize’ our negligence and irresponsible disposal of waste elements.  God must have been so generous to us uncaring individuals that he made this so abundant we don’t even notice it’s encompassing value more than any economic goods, or we don’t sleep late at night uneasy of what air to breath tomorrow and the coming days.  Besides, human values are elements that defy economic calculus.

Economic goods, no matter how scares, are given the utmost thought for further proliferation.  There are basic economic resources that underscore economic operations, the land, labor, capital, plus the prolific synthesizing capability of an entrepreneur.  Thus, in the bivouac of economy in a political society, every economic action are channeled to economic growth, full employment, economic efficiency, price level stability, economic freedom, equitable distribution of income, economic security and balance of trade (Roberto G. Medina, Principle of Economics,) How do we measure now economic growth and development?  Is it when everybody’s well fed, every employee or worker receives considerable salary; every one’s owning a car or nestling on a well furnished houses?  Perhaps, it is?  How does economic develops? Obviously, economy develops if it allows more output of goods for consumption. Some say if a society is highly industrialized with a high standard of living or in view, it is highly urbanized.  Sadly, it fosters few side-effects such as, increased noise, congestion and pollution, towns and cities may become overcrowded, traditional way of living maybe lost, people may experience increased anxiety and stress, and few others. Therefore economic development doesn’t always guarantee  the populace a happy and auspicious living.

I dubbed this paper as multidimensional because economics doesn’t only show the monetary, the GNP or the GDP and agility of a country to show off material productivity, but also of the integral dimensions or dispositions of every individual.  Economic condition may cause  crimes, calamities and other derogating phenomena.  A highly industrialized city might be the cause of the land slide in a certain locality.  If the economic revenue is not equally distributed, then deficiency to a certain area to a certain individuals will happen (a statement highly tantamount to saying corruption).  With considerable economic growth comes considerable demand and consumption of every individual.  This would eventually change individual’s quality of life – considering that few determinants of economy are man’s unlimited wants, and his maximum satisfaction.    

We can elucidate thousands and thousands of economic norms for economic growth and development, but after all, each and every one of us has always the last say about our ‘economy’ from within and from without.  Material economy alone cannot satisfy the unlimited wants of each and every one of us.  There is no maximum satisfaction after all.  Economic development resides and emanates from each one of us. Economic downfall does not only begin when an official corrupts the revenues, but when a single centavo is being used in vain.  It doesn’t begin when a tycoon or president went on to an expensive trip or party spree, but when an individual doesn’t make good enough of the left over in his table.    

 

THE BETHLEHEM SUPERNOVA

(An excerpt from the December 13, 1969
issue of the Philippine Free Press
in an Article by Gregorio C. Brillantes)

Bethlehem_supernovaThe avalanche of the ideal foundation of this article did not evoked from an awe-stunning blight of a supernovatic-effect of a star. Rather, it started from an exodus of this paper-article from a dark and stingy compartment. Kept perhaps as a valuable chronicle of things almost immemorial. The pages of the paper almost collapsed even by the gentle caress of my fingers; signaling a surrender and exhaustion from a long repulsion against the vexation of time and matter. Hence, from the cunning intent my mental faculty could give, I begun unearthing the lacklustered pages of the old magazine. I seemed to be a vagabond lost in every unfamiliar highways of its leaf. Till the curious ardor of my wondering consciousness was spellbounded by a generous article which spells, “The Bethlehem Supernova.”

We will plunge into retrospection of this awe-inspiring phenomenon between the two grotesquely intertwined narrative accounts; the beautiful interplay of the theoretical expos the celestially based sciences and the literary brainchild of Arthur Clarke, a sci-fi rendition of his short story, “The Star.”

The scientific discipline broods of the theory, that after a few hundred years are consummated, a star in our galaxy will reach the edge of its glorious immortality. An infernal outburst of its searing chemical components exudes an overwhelming amount of light and radiation. Due to the exhaustion of its thermonuclear elements and processes, the sun tends to overheat, giving off a bedeviling temperature of seven billion degrees centigrade. The power chamber of the sun, which is its core, collapses, causing the outer envelope of the searing gaseous chemical to rush in, forming a highly insufferable concentration. Soon thereafter, a critical stage is reached. The high concentration undergoes chain reaction, ending a star breathing-off its last thermonuclear sinews. However, before the star shrinks into an insignificant white dwarf, it will first paint the abode of heavens with rich thick clouds of luminous gases. Afterwards, a signature of an oblivious retire follows. The Nebula, which astronauts later capture epitomized the remains of the said cataclysm.

The next story is comparatively a sequel of the previous account. However, it is just being exemplified in a sci-fi celestial fantasy. This is the story of “The Star,” courtesy of a, perhaps, fictitious intellectual sleigh of an author Arthur Clarke. This story as told, might have been a grotesque enterprise of a Christmas story, of the manifestation of an Intelligence beyond human arrest, and a test of faith all brought about by the explosion of a certain star, we opt to quote as “The Bethlehem Supernova.”

After a said stellar outburst, a Jesuit priest-scientist, an astrophysicist by specialization, had just retreated from an expedition to a pro-chaotic remnant, the nebula. The Jesuit scientist (the narrator and character in the story), though reluctant to admit, had with them viable data from the mission to phoenix nebula. Together with them were scrolls of photographs that captured the panorama of the mission. They are unconsciously expecting to discover a last standing planet circling the exhausted star at a considerable range the Pluto prototype of this vanished solar system.

Upon surveillance, they were stunned to discover archives of a long-before existing civilization. It was immortalized by the artifacts and intelligent remains nestled in that planet. The vault, that they call, encased the signature of a relatively human-like civilization that existed just before the cataclysm or even advanced and brilliant than what we have. The ?monolithic marker, which was engrossed on the entrance of the vault and the pylon, gave additional weight to the objective evidence of the doomed civilization. They must have been given an ample time to prepare; the sun just have warn them of the imminent “crack of doom.” The fruit of their genius were all brought to this distant planet in a hope that they will never too soon be forgotten. They might even trumpeted to the whole macrocosmic vicinity, especially to the whole human kingdom, which are at least relatively aware of this fact, that indeed, we don?t have the monopoly of an intelligent and conscious existence in this splendid macrocosmic valley. The magnificent aura of their civilization was projected against the disconcerted being of the earth through thousands of visual records and machines preserved inside the secured ambit; records that present a tough sophistication of a civilization superior than of our own.

The priest scientist would helplessly sigh in bitter confusion bugging his soul: even if they had not been disturbingly human as their sculpture showed, we could not have helped admiring them and grieving for their fate.

How can we reconcile this to the mercy of God? It might be admittable for the people and cultures of the earth to come and go. But to be vanquished from a full flourishing civilization without survivors at all would be unthinkable. The atheist co-worker of the Jesuit-scientist says these things happen because there is no divine justice God does not exist. But the Jesuit-scientist, perhaps, from the repugnance of a bitter anguish and retaliation from the smog that put his faith into the crucible, took a stiff heads up, hailed his being saying to himself, God indeed has no need to reconcile His actions to His creatures.?

There must be a time that as humans even the firmest faith may falter because of the weight of the dilemma pressing against ones shoulders.

Being an advocate not only of religious acumen but of scientific as well, he had calibrated the exact moment when the colossal conflagration reached the earth. It just have reached the earth before the crack of dawn somewhere in the East. It perhaps, orchestrates the nativity of the Divine Master somewhere in the stingy stable. The supernova, through the instrumentality of the exceptional star that shines triumphantly in the night sky before the sunrise, serves as beacon and a guiding light for the Three Kings that would give praise and honor to His majesty, our savior Jesus Christ. ?But O God, there were so many stars you could have used, what was the need to give these people to the fire, that the symbol of their passing might shine above Bethlehem,? cried the disconcerted Jesuit priest. But again, can we compel God to justify his deeds over us, though it might seem crazy in our own opinion?

Is it that God valued earthlings more than those doomed civilization? (They’re isn’t too evil perhaps?) If not, then what is that sublime reality calling God to plunge this civilization on the furnace just to give the passing of these “threesome” a compass on their nocturnal journey?

We may for some instance in our life accuse God of putting us into the crucible and question him of such like a culprit at large.

The stories, if we remember, are conglomeration of factual and fictitious accounts. However, no matter how factual or fictitious those narratives may be, it nevertheless, conveys sublime reality God’s love to the whole human civilization. First, he made a sacrificial lamb? through the agency of the distant doomed civilization in behalf of us his beloved sinful civilization. Second, and the greatest of these, God sends forth His only begotten and precious son to be subjected to human civilization. To be accused though innocent, to be killed in behalf of our own transgression over the divine justice, and to be resurrected to arrest human civilization from the doom akin to the fate of the distant civilization.

Lastly, we may never be able to capsulate the plans and thoughts of God, yet his love is a reality beyond all telling and mark of any reasonable doubt.

PRECIOUS AND FEW MOMENTS WITH THE BLOOMFIELDS

The_bloomfieldsThese buddies were once invited by our staff for a moment of photo shot and a couple of interview. Reckoning the series of pictorial sessions made with other artists, these ones made beauty with their diversity. Actually making the studio’s vicinity feels like an anachronism of the 60’s with Beatles and Beach Boys. Clad with their best bib and tucker dazzling in black, red and stripes alike, they seemed to emboss the gray-brushed canvass of the studio. As they were brought into focus by our adept photographers, every lucid flash of their lenses seems to reflect the vivid and intelligent aura of these musical gents. Orchestrating the pictorial session were the songs played and reverberated at the studio courtesy of their debut album, giving me a tough impression that these young bloods are the  ‘phoenix’ of the ever phenomenal English rock band the Beatles. With suggestive outfits, hairs dangling mid-ear plus the retro-sounding musical arrangements, the Beatles, or say Beach Boys is almost done. The Bloomfields, as ornately as it sounds like a floral garden, blooms with five intelligent individuals, respectively Jj Lozano (22) on the lead Rickenbacker (the guitar John Lennon used), Louie Poco (21) on the bass Rickenbacker (also a Mcartney Favorite), Pepe Lozano (24) on the electric guitar, Lakan Hila (24) on piano/organ/keyboards and Rocky Collado (21) on the drums.

After the pictorial was done, special pizza and cold cola commence a bountiful respite for minutes which paves the way to the grilling interviews. This momentum gave me a zest and goose bumps as I’m trying to brows each ones genius, also acknowledging their scholastic departure – the De La Salle University.
The group started out as “green archers” at the impeccable hallways of De La Salle University at Green Hills as high school chums. “We do not belong to the same batch actually, but we’ve been together just there,” says Jay, the group’s vibrant composer and vocal. Obviously, they’re like birds that flock for the same interest. The band took its musical insignia out of convened likes in music – such that of the sixties, and they’re doing it with real gusto. “We’re not too selective in music, only that this kind caught much of our interest, so we pursue it,” explains the ever eloquent Rocky. Their type of music tends to conflate perennial lacuna between the young and the old ones of our today generation. “The music itself re-intertwines breaches between generations,” Pepe butts in, “once mom or dad jingle songs (songs they’ve been acquainted from their era), kids think mom and dad’s getting cool.”
The Bloomfields shows and gigs cuddle families rather than just single boys and dolls on the floor. The fact stands that they’re band brings sixties to the bivouac of modern rock ‘n roll (which is dominantly peopled by young men) also tandems to the senses of those older individuals who went ahead of our time.

 

“…each member of the band has his type of personality; things we also learned from the sixties…”

         
The Bloomfields, with ordinate effort for glamorous musicality comes considerable salute from their fans. They’re now getting comely rapport with the listening populace – female audiences mostly took the bigger slice of the pie of the Bloomfields fanatics. Take this, a mob of teens or so came rushing-up for their attention all the way even to their dressing den. Luckily these hot girls relent to let them slip-on their last garb.

The name Bloomfields raptures our consciousness like a heavenly plain massed with flowery blossoms, but take it from Jayjay who pioneered the name, “I was taking my vacation in America, perhaps, during my second year when I happened  to see the Bloomfield Avenue, which I quoted then and  proposed it to the boys upon getting back home, which they all voted in.” Does the name suggests  jolly or happy soul, exactly. Further, “besides, we are fond of happy music; happy stuffs so we carried it out as our band name.” 

 

“When you love a band then you’ve got to love the whole band. So much so with the Bloomfields, we have diverse personalities just like the others.”

This group’s never done yet, they’re just starting to kindle the torch of their career. They’re honing for another album under the custody of EMI with totally the same musical identity. As Tricia, Ad Promo (Print) of EMI, puts it, “actually it’s not just a concept, its more on that…” So I say it’s a principle of action wherein their musical beat and idealism lies.

The group got this wishful premonition to reecho the legacy of the 60’s coast to coast all over the the Philippine archipelago. To influence Filipino auditory of the music sang and strummed ahead of our own time.

Just happened to ask them if while the band is on the run they experienced technicalities (some sort of sablay) which reminds them of their ‘mortality.’ The band chorused, “..yes a lot of it, it’s even impossible to shake it off…though we’re trying to be perfect.” Jayjay made it tough by sharing, “ako naman one time nadulas ako, nakakahiya, then everybody laughed.” (everybody giggled) I said further in consolation, “in imperfection, you see perfection itself.”
“Gusto ko lang maging humble, ayaw ko lang talagang maging mayabang exclaimed Jayjay when I posited things about fame. Rocky, the band’s spokesperson retorted, “in fame you have to expect everything as experienced by Philippine artists…it could be short but nice since andyan yong money, attention…we just have to be humble despite.”

How was the chemistry between them and the audiences made? Just “enjoy” was the  typical  catchphrase of the boys. “We have to enjoy, pero iba pa rin yong na-eenjoy mo rin yong ibang tao,  we have to hit the balance, maganda nga para sa ‘yo how about the audiences. Ang art namin ngayon dito is to learn how to communicate with the audience.”

This rockin’ buddies have been into formal existence for 3 years now. When asked if they’ve been into the verge of disbanding one time, Lakan Hila countered with wrinkling face and strong conviction, “no, no, no, not yet.”

How does these guys react being compared to the Beatles, Beach Boys and other OPM bands. “We are really flattered and really honored being compared to the Beatles, Beach Boys and OPM bands since that means that we are worth being compared to,” answers Rocky. Well, that’s great, discrimination has little or no significance at all to guys whose point is to present an art independent of comparison.

Departed being a band, what would these boys be like. Jayjay posited to stay in school. Lakan will be a banker then, as obviously, a banking course graduate and once worked in a bank. Rocky opted to be in school too. Luie would rather be into the realm of design. Pepe would be into restaurant business, perhaps something to do with culinary art.

    
Finally, at their end the Bloomfields would like to unveil their identity as potpourri of personalities all brought together into one musical blend – The Bloomfields. Pepe asserts, “each member of the band has his type of personality; things we also learned from the sixties, for example the Beatles, their’s a shy type, jolly and entertaining, serious and so on. When you love a band then you’ve got to love the whole band. So much so with the Bloomfields, we have diverse personalities just like the others.” You’re right man, cause if it’s not for a member then their would be no band, obviously…no Bloomfields.

LAW AND FREEDOM

Freedom_and_law One of the most illustrious intellectuals as well as spiritual magnate of the days that were was an auxiliary bishop of New York at the dawn of the twentieth century – bishop Fulton J. Sheen. A prolific writer and talk giver was he that his brainchild finds leeway to different media, from print all through radio and television. Prolific indeed, that I’m one of the avid page-turner of his books. Various exposé of his ideologies lauded my intellectual consciousness. One instance, I was stuck for a couple of minutes mesmerized by his exegesis on freedom and law – a seemingly opposing entities of human existence. Yes, for him freedom is right to do whatever we ought to do, and ought implies a goal, purpose, moral scruples, and the law of God. True freedom is nestled within the law, not outside of it. He says, for example, that one is free to draw a triangle, if one has to give it three sides, not by his own capriciousness, he would give it four-sides instead. One is only free to paint a giraffe as long as he furnishes it with a long neck and a zebra with stripes. One is even free to glide or to fly, provided he obeys the law of aeronautics. In the spiritual dimension, one is most free as long as he obeys the law of God.

 

Perhaps, from the dawn of my earthly pilgrimage also commenced my confinement to the imperatives of the laws. I find his philosophy more orchestrating when I find myself obeying the orders of my superiors, the directives of the company am working with, the blinking of the traffic lights and the ordinance of the government. I find out that I cannot do otherwise but draw a triangle in its real place and perspective. As an active agent which thrives in and make a crucial part in a humanitarian hive, it is a forth-calling duty to do actions that will not compromise the integrity of the society. Law itself is a rational pursuit of everybody, every human cluster, every human community, every human government to consolidate each individual, to fetter human wickedness at bay and to the most noble intent – human survival and posterity. And there is only one way to make things happen – practice our freedom by obeying the law.

 

I come to lay an assessment that I am only free to stay inside the the company’s perimeter as long as I obey the law of the company – else I am free to resign and be fired. True, triangular shaped object will not fit to a square slot. A disobedient being cannot fit to any worlds at all. One may disobey the law of gravity but be subjected to the law of weightlessness. One may disobey the laws and authority of the government but be subjected to he law of the prison cell. Besides, there is no way we can dispense laws from this imperfect universe with imperfect beings. Since the purpose of law is to abet contingent beings. Just try to imagine a universe without laws to regulate, facilitate, and harmonize the mechanism and movements of the heavenly bodies. In the context of our social existence imagine a society without governing bodies; wherein police, law enforcement, traffic lights, ruling agents (such as the president) and the like have there no place – its even harder to imagine a community of man happily existing. Again come to think of heavenly bodies moving according to their own ways, and not of the laws governing them. Obviously, everything would be running frantically in great disarray and chaos. Come once again to think of a man, a government official or you yourself who wants to do things according to their or your own way and not of the scruples of the law and rightful rules and regulations. Every body would in the same token, be in great disparity and conflict – and the cold-sweating reality, banishment of mankind.

 

As a mound of earth obeys the law of the potter and the chunk of ivory obeys the law of the sculptor, so as to be a great masterpiece and comely figure in the array and family of the work of art, so we as human beings must learn the hard way of following the imperatives of the law for our own survival and welfare.

 

PERFECTION

Practice makes perfect! But nobody’s perfect! So why practice…!

 

Perfection_1This is a seemingly rugged philosophy I often heard of people who hate doing things again and again, or simply those who are stubborn or lazy louds. At first glance the logical connection seems right of the two nuances — perfection and imperfection. Yeah, practice makes perfect, but the other side of the coin says nobody’s perfect! And it seems so convencing to keep them up every time their is a chance calling you to say so.

However, taking a second closer look at the two ideologies, two simple things come to the open — self and the things you do. Simply, when you say “practice makes perfect” it speaks about the things you do. When you say “nobody’s perfect” it speaks about yourself. You, being imperfect has nothing to do with the things you are trying to perfect. Thus, you do have to consider the dichotomy or the duality of two things — self and the things we do.

When you practice, you are trying to perfect the things that you are doing (i.e. dancing, singing, writing, drawing). When you say nobody’s perfect, you simply admit your contingency or your human nature which is imperfect.

Now, saying “practice makes perfect” is trying to perfect RELATIVELY the THINGS that you are doing, NOT yourself. Obviously, you cannot make yourself perfect by perfecting what you are doing, else you’re next to becoming a god. It is a useless passion trying to perfect yourself, rather than the things that you do. The perfection that we’re trying lay on the ground is not the perfection as if you’ll never commit any speck of mistake forever. YOU, know it well, you can NEVER do that!

What we are talking about is a relative perfection, perfection that is suited for a man, not of a God. So we have to discount godly perfection here.

Now, at human grounds, it doesn’t mean that when we are not perfect, we cannot do things perfectly. Human as we are, no matter how we ‘perfect’ ourselves, and no matter how perfect the things that we are doing, there will still come a time that we would still falter and commit mistakes. And that is where we give justice to reparation, since mistake is everybody’s lot. We cannot make our imperfection (“Nobody is perfect) a defence against not perfecting (“Practice makes perfect”) or doing things well.

 Just do things as it is to be done, and perfection will find its way to it.

Just remember, in our imperfections, we see perfection itself.

 

 

 

LIFE IS NOT A RACE!

Winner_all Many individuals suggest that life is like a race or a sort of gamble, that obviously you have to let others fall for you to rise, or others to rise for you to fall – that too I strongly disagree. The logic is simple. What is a race but is synonymous to competition. What is a competition but is synonymous to a winner over a loser or more losers and a winner or a winner and all LOSERS!

Life is not like that. That fact that you live, the fact that you are here is the manifestation that you are a winner. Much more if you realize that your existence is driven with or by a certain purpose, then there is no chance of losing and no place for losers; everybody is a WINNER! Once again, if we consider life as a race, a competition, then one shall stand, the rest shall fall.

If life is a competition, then who would you expect to win? No other than the fittest – the fittest of the human kingdom – the survival of the fittest. Which connects to the fact that the majority of mankind are weaklings and only a handfuls are strong. So, if you belong to the majority, would you call life a race – a competition?

Now, given the chance that my statement is amenable. Let’s say life really is, and really is a competition, then surely this is the only competition and race wherein everybody reaches the finish line altogether as  winners – no one’s left behind.

Corollary to this thought is the fact that we need each other as a whole. One is crucially connecting to each others like a chain holding the ship at bay. Ones actions affects the wholeness and integrity of the chain. Worse, the action reverberates through time and eternity and would deeply affects the coming generations of men. Just site some political scams and scandals, in the Philippine setting, respectively. You’ll see how the act (it could be scandal or praise-worthy act) of a certain individual (a politician) affects the entire chain of humanity, we say, Filipino people.

Nonetheless, just like an athlete who brings home the bacon for the country, the same token happens, everybody rejoices in such success. Site some of our successful athletes, musicians, mental wizards who did it some abroad.

In life, if you think yourself rich because the others are poor, think again, that as poor as they are, they serve a great purpose to your riches, since you can barely be called rich without them. If you think yourself strong because the others are weak, think again, that as weak as they are, they serve a great purpose to your strength, for you cannot be called strong if they are strong as you are. If you see yourself beautiful because the others are ugly, think again, that it’s only in them that you get your beauty coming out. Because if everybody is beautiful (we say physically), then nobody is beautiful either. If everybody has it, then nobody has it. It’s hard to imagine a beauty pageant with contestants having no losing and winning ends. Or a nation, wherein everybody’s on the “top” and nobody’s sweeping trashes on streets.   

Assessing back my first thought is even weaker compared to the second. ‘Cause, don’t you ever think that life is like that. Why? Considering our inter-connectedness, then, ones fall would mean the fall of everybody. If you spend the rest of your life thinking that you must be above everybody, then think again, that it is everybody who puts you above!

Everybody is a winner in this life, no matter who you are, and no matter what you do. Just don’t forget to realize your purpose!         

KULAM BLUES

Kulam…may katutuhanan man sa wala, ‘di ko alam. Basta sasabihin ko lang ang gusto kung sabihin.

Kulam_blues Ilang henerasyon na ng mga Pilipino and tumubo at naibaon nang muli sa lupa dala-dala ang isang napakaluma nang paniniwalang ang patpating basahang manika at isang matulis (at di ko alam kung kalawangin o hindi) na karayum ay nakakapagbigay ng katuparang maghigante sa pamamagitan ng tinatawag na kulam. Sa mga naniniwala, nagagawa ng kulam na ipaghigante ang nagawang pinsala ng isang tao sa kapwa nya (pwede ring trip lang). Gagamit lang ng isang ‘di mawaring usal at mahika ang isang mangkukulam at piyestang nagsisilabasan ang mga uod, ipis, alipunga este, alupihan at salagubang sa bibig ng taong napag-tripang kulamin. Karaniwan itong sinasapit ng taong may ginawang kabalbalan sa kanyang kapwa tao. Samakatuwid, instant ang hustiyang nakakamit ng isang biktima ng isang suspek, ehe!

Maraming klase ang kulam, ngunit kaya ko lang itong tingnan sa kanyang kabuohan – ang paggamit ng puwersang ‘di nakikita at higit sa lahat ‘di kayang ma-reach ng lohika. ‘Di naman sa subrang sarado na ang aking kukuti na ‘di ko ito nabibigyan ng puwang. Ang kulam ay isa lang sa mga sinaku-sakung pamahiin ng mga Pilipino. Oi, as if ‘di ako kasali – count me in. Siguro, at kung pagbibigyan ko ang sarili ko, maniniwala ako sa mga pamahiing ito o di kaya’y sa kulam, hindi bilang nakakagawa ng anuman, kundi bilang isang tradisyon na lamang.

Sa aking pagka-untog habang umaakyat ako ng hagdan, napagtanto ko kung may epek nga ba ang kulam (tamang-tama, mainit sa ngayon ang politika lalo na yung ZTE-ZTE na tinatawag nila, saka sabay mo na rin ang mga nagbabagang bulsa ng mga kurakot na mga politiko). Kung ang kulam nga ba ay nagagamit para maghigante o magbigay ng ‘hustisya’ sa mga naapi at ‘karampatang’  parusa sa mga nang-aapi; ok sa daritsahang sabi na lang, kung nakakapag bigay ‘hustisya’ naman pala ang kulam bakit ‘di natin ipag-higante ang sambayanang Pilipino laban sa mga kurakot at buwayang mga lider ng ating bansa – asan ang kulam? ‘Di hamak na mas masahol pa sa epekto ng sandaang kulam ang epekto ng ginagawang kurakot nila. Kung nakakapaghigante ang kulam, bakit ‘di na lang kaya natin kulamin yung mga taong magugulo at nangugulo sa ating gobeyerno – asan ang kulam? Sa totoo lang maraming tao sa ngayon ang galit sa ating presidente, kung gayon naman pala – matagal ko nang inaantay na habang umuusal ng napaka ganda nyang talumpati ang ating presidente ay bigla na lamang magpulasan ang sandamukal na ipis, bangaw, alupihan, tutubi at uod (at $329.48-million NBN-ZTE deal, ehe!, ahhh shatap!) sa kanyang bibig – asan ang kulam? Daming tao sa buong mundo ang galit sa matinik at madulas na si Bin Ladin; na kulang na lang pati pwetan ni Bush ay lagyan na rin ng C4 bomb o eksploseb. ‘Di ba kung totoo ang kulam puwede natin itong magamit upang mahuli at kusang sumuko ang mga taong halang ang kaluluwa sa ating lipunan? Simpleng pagmumuni lang po, kung totoo ang kulam, bakit ang dami pa ring taong naapi, ‘di nakakamit ang hustisya (kahit sa kulam man  lang) at wala pa rin ni isang kurakot na opisyal ng ating pamahalaan ang lumubo ang tiyan at nilabasan ng mga mga insekto sa kanilang bunganga? (mayroon malalaki lang ang tiyan, pero walang lumalabas sa bunganga kundi pambubula at puro pangako). Kaya bago pa ako magmukhang si Tulfo o si Mike Enriquez, itutuloy ko na!

Ang nakakainis lang isipin patungkol sa kulam, eh kung sino pa yung mahihirap, na tipong walang kalaban-laban at ‘di kayang umarkila ng abogadong De Campanilla, ay s’ya pang kadalasang biktima ng kulam. Wala kang maririnig na mayaman na nabiktima ng kulam, bakit meron ba? Eh, hindi kulam tawag nyan sa kanila eh. Englesin mo na lang ang kulam at ang katawagan sa mayamang nakuba at sa mahirap na nakuba rin.

Sa aking manipis na pagtatanto, bakit kaya kung epektibo ang kulam nagawa pa tayong mga Pilipino na sakupin, apihin, alilaiin, durugin (ooover!) at pagsamantalahan ng mga dayuhan; gaya ng mga Kastila, Briton, Hapon, Amerikano at ang masaklap sa lahat, ng kapwa natin Pilipino? ‘Bat kaya ‘di nakaalma ang kulam ni Lapu-lapu kay Magellan at kailangan pa nilang mag-kurutan (aaaayyyy), este magtagaan, magsibatan at magpanaan? ‘Bat kaya ‘di nakapalag ang kulam ng mga Pilipino ng sakupin tayo ng mga Hapon noong panahon ng Pangalawang Digmaang Pandaigdig at pagsamantalahan ang mga kababaihan at pagpapaluin sa puwet ang mga kabaklaan (in particular). Bakit kaya?

Sa muli ko pang pagkauntog, may nakita akong kungting liwanag (kunti lang naman, parang mga stars). ‘Di kaya ang kulam ay bunga na rin ng kahirapan at matagal nang panahon na pagkaapi ng mga Pilipino? Hindi kaya dahil sa subrang kaapihang dinanas natin sa mga dayuhan, kahit sa isip man lang maipaghigante natin ang ating mga sarili sa pamamagitan ng kulam? Na kahit magpahanggang nagyon, ay dala-dala pa rin natin ito?

Oooopss! Teka, may Andres Bonifacio o Rizal pa kayang magbubuwis ng buhay kung ang sandatahang lakas ng mga mang-aapi ay nasa dulo lang pala ng isang matulis na karayum at basahang manika?

‘Di kaya dahil sa makapangyarihang kulam, eh tayo na rin ang pinakamakapangyarihang bansa sa buong mundo? Imadyenin mo yan, habang ang ibang bansa ay gumagastos ng bilyon-bilyon makagawa lang ng wepons ob mas distraksyon at saka nukleyar, tayo patusok-tusok lang sa manikang basahan at pausal-usal ng “abrakadabra” tapus na ang mga kalaban, tapus na rin ang laban. Hamak mo yan!

Bago ako magtapus, baka naman may alam kang paraan kung paano natin magamit ang kulam para yumaman tayo, at baka sakaling mabayaran ng kulam ang utang ng Pilipinas, he he he (malay mo totoo), walang imposeble sa kulam, bwa ha ha ha ha!

YOUR CHOICE, YOUR DESTINY

Your_choice_your_destiny Ever since I step my best foot on college and with my specialization and orientation grounded on philosophy, I’m bugged every now and then of what am I to take unto my sleeves. What goal or career am I to pursue. (Just a hint, I am a seminarian then. And you know where a seminarian is heading,? right) With that status, their are two major elements that I have to check and chose, priesthood or the other way around? When I pursue for priesthood, impending choices I know would still crash along my way. What’s worse is that your choices are coiled upon the wand of your superior or your bishop. When I chose life outside, then much of ‘em is spawning around. What am I to follow? Their are many choices that are worse not being there at all, ’cause it’s hard for me to pin them out. Am I to pursue engineering, fine arts, computer, editorial, showbizness (ehem, excuse me), yeah it doesn’t mean that if your not handsome you cannot be on the line. Excuse me again for this, to lay myself on the ground, I know how to draw. In fact I did it some way back in elementary when I won third on our annual campus art competition; and in high school when I won Community Service when I was left bathing on silver dusts, paints, scissors, colored papers, colored pens, cutters, back drafts, cartolinas and a lot of them still waiting at home waiting to be bored by the usually pay back “oi, thank you, ang galing mo’ng mag-drawing,” and all of them goners afterwards. That is why my uncle encourage me to take engineering or fine arts.

I also love computers or any tech elements. When I was a kid, I usually turn, twist and pop radio component parts ’till they no longer say a word. In college, I spend a lot of my slack time, or not even slack time, doing some tweaks on a Pentium 2 or 3 computers ’till the system says “DISK BOOT FAILURE,” and the technician would spend one lunch break for the reformatting. Well, to do it myself, 7 months ago since I’ve written this post I just have finished a Computer Technician training course which I’m finding time to invest.

What would I expect next, but to say that I know how to write and still getting better about it. Did I? Well, I guess your too shy to leave a comment afterwards, are you? Objectively, I’m earning from that, in fact. That’s my occupation and other preoccupation as of the moment. I write for bands and other local (Philippines) artists through my interviews with them; and I also write for you who loves to read or skim.

But of all these, which of them am I put at the crux or at the center of my earthly pilgrimage (too, English, let me speak my tongue: kumbaga, ano yung kakaririn ko?) If I have to draw them at the canvass of my life, they exude a perfect picture of what I like. And I guess this is not a one in a million life phenomenon, it is as common as seeing stars in the sky every night. If you wanna make your life better, then you are immediately confronted to look for the east where your sun rises and stars fill it when night comes. So, it’s like chasing a rainbow for a pot of gold at its end. But it’s not at all about chasing colors. If you believe in destiny, just like most people do, then most likely you’ll be frozen into a halt. Since you’re waiting for your destiny to work for you, instead that you for your destiny. I do believe that robots have destinies; that they cannot do otherwise but follow and be a slave of what have been programed in them. Well, that is their destiny, are you? It’s hard for me to believe that destiny is a distant from here. That you’ve got no other choice but to follow this long and winding road from here to there where your destiny ends. It’s a matter of CHOICE! I can say no to this and say yes for the others (of course death, you’ve got no choice, but save that as long as we live). Of course we cannot deny things that are getting out of control, things beyond our arrest. But I’m not writing about it, so forget it.

God did not intend to make robots in us. It’s hard to realize human existence without freedom. You can even choose between heaven and hell, though God wants you to be in heaven, but if you chose to be somewhere else,then God cannot do something about it. It’s in human nature to chose, and God respects nature.

One Sunday, I have attended a charismatic talk in the person of Bo Sanchez. He speaks about being choosy about life, of what you really want in life, of choosing the right cup of tea in your life – of what God wants in your life – and our power to chose. Life offers so many stuff (beautiful stuff indeed), that you find it hard to choose among those vivid elements in life. In other words, we are confused and we are waiting for God to chose it for us. Because we think that God offers only one and only one thing in life, and that what you have to chose, no more, no less. Again, God doesn’t want a robot in us and that’s the purpose of giving us the power to chose. If you are confused, that is because, as what Bo said “…what if God wants all of those things for you, and that you only have to chose among those promising stuff.”  Why choose? Because you need to focus. Focusing, in simple terms made a Thomas Edison or a Charles Babbage in the world history and made their influences reverberate and profit our present generations.

You don’t need to be confused, you won’t be missing anything at all, not even missing God’s plan for you. You won’t miss a piece if you chose this rather than the other one. You won’t miss one half of your life if you chose to become a Fine Artist rather than an Architect, though you like both. The usual advice is think about it, pray about it because it works and then decide about it! (if it doesn’t work, then draw a lot) That’s it! I, myself, I won’t be missing anything if I chose to become a priest rather than get married and be wealthy someday. Because, I believe that God is offering me those promising choices in a wide and silver platter.       

If you’re going to ask me if I have chosen one, then I have to tell you that until now I’m still having a “free-taste” of everything -  just a little bit of everything, spreading my wings as far as it can go – I’m still excited!

In a bird’s eye view – It’s your choice, your destiny!

(P.S. Any reaction from the critics, I stand being corrected!)

MIGUEL ESCUETA: MUSIC IN THE MAKING

Miguel_escueta Another assuring musical hunk just got the gut and the glorious artistry to make it to the promising musical heyday. Miguel Escueta is the name queuing and hunkering along the line of young Filipino renowned artists. The uncompromisable aesthetic persuasion of his voice extends to the faculty of his physical picture, considerably taking the big pie of the entertainment platform. What more? With Miguel’s debut album packaging mostly of his chart-topping all-original compositions, containing his reminiscence and introspection of personal and inter-personal experiences, we can say this young blood has something to prove.   

Ateneo was Miguel’s academic refuge with obviously grand academic departure. During high school and college, Miguel started as typical freewheeling school boy donning his homework, tying his shoe and dribbling his ball as he himself was a former basketball player of that institution. He has no much ado about anything else, not even singing, save study of course! By creative choice, cuddled by his hearts content, music will define Miguel Escueta as he speak out his thoughts which brought him right through here. Now, we have the honor to elicit from this young man some of those  really big deals as he narrates…

 

Any stories to tell before you formally started as a solo artist?    

When I was in high school and college, music was always part of my everyday life. Pero not something serious, just for fun. I was more into studying, basketball. Music was always just at the back. I only decided to peruse this after I graduated in college. 

What is your idealism about music?

Now that I’m pursuing this career, music is what I love that’s why I’m doing this. I think music brings color into the world. Without music everything will be dead.

What is the hardest part in playing music?

Hardest part!? [exclaimed]…I don’t find anything hard? You know, every aspect of it is tiring, but we love to do it, so I don’t find anything about it so difficult.

How do you rate your LIVE performances as of the present? Say (1-10)

Right now, siguro mga 8.

What do you think is most important, the image of the artist or the image of the music?

I think the music, because the music must be the image of the performer.

The first thing we should know about Miguel Escueta?

[A long introspecting pause] Ang hirap ng mga tanong [laughs]…I guess when you talk about me it would be the things that are important to me are the things that involved family, friends, music, basketball and extra curricular works and of course, the importance of God’s presence into my life.

 

“…even when the going gets tough, you know you want this, then you should find enough inspiration and motivation to continue.”

 

What sort of advice can you give to your fellow, or aspiring musicians?

Go into this if this is what you love to do because everything must follow after that. Don’t be afraid to go for your dreams. Don’t let anyone stop you if their’s no good reason. ‘Di ba, even when the going gets tough, you know you want this then you should find enough inspiration and motivation to continue.

How would you like your music to evolve?

I’d like to become more versatile in as a guitar player in terms of chords and chord progressions. To the next album I also want to do faster songs.

 

“…music must be the image of the performer.”

 

As young as you are and your career,  what is success for you?

Their’s still a long way to go, umpisa pa lang. Success could be if you  could be able to sell a lot, tons of albums [grinning]. Triple platinum lahat. You know, your songs, your albums will be known  nation wide. Then after that success you’ll go international.

How about failure? 

It is not selling [laughs]. Because that’s the greatest fiber that you’ll be able to spread your music, you want people to love your music. If you’ll not be able to do that, then you haven’t accomplish what you want.

Away from being a musician, who would you be?

I’ll be into a multi-national company, in a marketing department working as an assistant brand manager.

What particular image your song would like to portray?

[Grinning and a whisper of] World class.

 

KNICK KNACKS WITH MIGUEL

If you could invent a new instrument, what would it sound like?

[Grin] Perhaps the instrument that fixes your vocal pitch automatically, para talagang flawless ang pagkanta mo.

Do you ever downloaded MP3 from the Internet?

Secret…[laughs]

What do you think the world would be like without music? 

Dead, since music is life.

If you were a song, what song would you be and why? 

If I were a song I would be…”Falling Away,” I mean “Live It,” because that song about living your dreams.

If you had only 24 hours to live, what would you do?

I would make sure to thank all people who made a difference in my life. And when I’m done doing that, I’d do the rest of my time praying.

If the whole world were listening, what would you say?

Change [laughs, thinking a lot]…if you have the means, change the world for the better, don’t make things worst.

If you could ask God any one question, what would it be?

What do I have to do to become successful. Or what do I have to do to be the best musician that I can be.

What complement you would like to hear?

I have the potential to become the next big thing…

GRAND STAR DREAMER

YENG CONSTANTINO’S: DREAMS COME TRUE

YENG’S CLAIM TO STARDOM

Yeng_constantino_viii_1Yeng’s stardom doesn’t come so easy like eating an apple pie. Fondly called by many as “Yeng”, this 19-year-old gal, started dreaming, wished upon a star and started reaching for it stepping his best foot forward on a tumultuous stairway to it.

Heavens must have lost patience on Yeng’s obstinate invocation for her big dream to come true; ’till it was finally granted through the instrumentality of a might be one-off event, The Pinoy Dream Academy courtesy of one of the Philippines media giants, ABS-CBN. While inside the “academy,” Yeng isn’t yet done. Their are various of them ‘virtually’ competing among the chosen circle of talents inside the PDA. Yet, at the final reckoning, Yeng proves it to herself and to the populace that she deserves to shine the most after months of grilling critiquing. Calling her as the first  “Grand Star Dreamer,” pulls her back to reminiscent the time when she was still an eager wanderer looking for fame.

Yeng’s stardom is definitely nailed on her natural inclination to music, natural charisma to the masses, pellucid and comely voice and the other half you would blame it to Yeng’s innate acumen to song compositions. Some details of her stardom can be overshadowed on her willingness to submit herself to the noble yet exhausting responsibility as a young artist to young individuals.   

 

QUICK BIO

Named Josephine Constantino by her loving parents Susan Constantino and Joselito Constantino of Rodriguez, Rizal. Yeng meets the world at the dawn of December 4, 1988. The youngest of the siblings of  Susan and Joselito. Despite the family’s meager livelihood, Yeng made it to finish elementary as well as high school. Nevertheless, stopped to give way for others to finish and to help her parents as well. From the verdant hills of Rodriguez, Rizal, Yeng find her way through the doors of the reality TV talent search program of ABS-CBN, the Pinoy Dream Academy. She entered the PDA August 27, 2006 and triumphantly exited the hall December 16 of the same year. A hefty package of wealth adds zest to her career as a winner, more in particular a new car, condo unit, gadgetry and a million pesos all from respective sponsors. Yeng is currently enjoying her thought of her certified triple platinum debut album Salamat (90,000 copies sold) that spawned the hit singles Hawak Kamay, Cool Off and  Time In which was launched last January of 2007. And she’s on for more to watch out.

 

HER PASSION AND THE BRAINIER SIDE

Running after her father’s given deadline, Yeng is hoping against all hope for her big dream to come true. But time seems getting short now. Yeng tells the story, “yung deadline namin ni papa is, bago mag-seventeen dapat makapasok na ako sa industry, kung hindi, wala na po talaga, hindi na namin ita-try dahil sobrang tagal na naming nag ta-try. Twelve pa lang po ako, sumasali na kami sa mga contest, talent searches, so parang ‘di ko na kakayanin. So, hanggang seventeen kung wala pa talaga, mag-aaral na lang. At naniniwala ako na si Lord laging may plan. Kaya noong seventeen ako, nag-audition ako sa PDA, ‘di ko inasahan talaga na makapasok ako, although nakapasok ako ng 1st elimination, pero ang hirap talaga ng dinaanan ko.” Such that when everything else fail after all, the other side of the balance would still be catching her, she says, “nag-aaral. Kung ‘di ako nakapasok sa PDA, isa akong Mass Communication student.”

Now that she’s up the hill rocking our world and given the chance to rate her performances, say 1-10, she would rather say, “pa iba-iba kasi. Do you mean sa concert ko; ten kasi binigay ko po talaga lahat pati kaluluwa ko doon. Kahit na sabihin ng tao na worse yung performance ko, for myself, it’s me. Ako yun, pinakita ko do’n walang halong kahit sino. Pa iba-iba kasi, like sa ASAP, minsan naiilang ako sa damit, nahihiya ako sa kapwa ko singer. Hanggang ngayon ’starstruck’ pa rin po ako eh; minsan nasa tabi ko, si Piolo Pascual, ano ba!” [giggles] .Yeng is deeply aware of her responsibility to young individuals as a music icon projecting a sense of social concern. Sincerely she told us, “as a musician, before pa, noong high school pa lang ako sobrang aim ko talaga na makatulong sa music industry ng Pilipinas. Pero alam mo yun maraming taong nahihikayat na tumangkilik sa musikang Pinoy. Through your art, maraming maniniwala na may talento ang mga Pinoy.” She told us her steady concern for Pinoy music even before time she rise, she continues, “kasi noong time na high school pa lang ako, kadalasan hindi pa uso ang alternative na Pinoy, ang nagna-number one lagi sa chart puro foreign. Kaya palagi kong naiisip, kailan kaya Pinoy ang malalagay dyan? S’yempre, kung yung mga batang nakikinig nakikita nila number one sa chart yung mga kapwa nila Pinoy, parang mahihikayat sila, magaling ang Pinoy nagkakaroon ng tiwala.” She is a believer in music’s far reaching influence on every individual. She believes that music has the power to shape ones character, for better or worse. Yeng gives her side, “noong elementary ako noon, si Mandy Moore  yung nakabaliwan ko. Pa-girl ako noon eh [laughs, then goes singing]. ‘Di ako nagbabago. Alam mo mas comfortable ako doon sa mga tao na dati ko nang kakilala. Kasi, di pa ako si ‘Yeng Constantino’ grabe na yung friendship namin. Yun, di ako nagbabago, kaya mga barkada ko nga eh; sa sobrang mahal ko sila, pinilit ko na sa production ng album ko maisama ko sila. Pero, may apekto talaga ang music sa mga kabataan. Pag mahilig s’ya sa rock, medyo nagre-rebelde s’ya sa family. Pero as we grow old, we will realize na hindi ganon ang ibig sabihin ng rock. It’s just a music, expression of ones feelings. Kaya mahirap maging music icon dahil naniniwala talaga sila sa sinasabi mo eh.” It’s a gift doubled with duty and responsibility.

On the other hand, Yeng’s stardom is never divorced from her religiousity. She believes in purpose why she needs to sing. She shares, “naniniwala akong may Diyos and we are not made by chance. It’s a gift. Pero sa akin kapag kumanta ka, nai-share mo yung bahagi ng kaluluwa mo talaga sa mga tao. Lalo na kapag songwriter ka hindi lang kaluluwa mo talaga, kundi buong pagkatao mo binabahagi mo sa mga tao. Hubad ka talaga sa harap ng lahat [smiles].” The way she believes in the marriage  religion and music is the same the way she sees the affinity of music towards her inner self. She goes further, “(Music) is an entertainment of course. Pero sa part ko, pag nawala ang music sa buhay ko, mamamatay ako. Parang part s’ya ng katawan ko na parang heart, na pag nawala ‘to mamamatay ako. So it’s not just an entertainment, because it’s part of me eh. Parang hindi lang basta pag masaya ka. Kasama ko ‘to kapag malungkot ako, kasama ko ‘to kapag umiiyak ako.” Not much, Yeng stresses on the multifarious possibility of musical creativity. She says, “kasi kahit anong music puwede mong gawin. You wanna make music about hatred, p’wede! You wanna make music about love, about plants, nature or anything. Music is everywhere.”

Good music for Yeng is the music one loves. She’s square and muchPagnawala_music_sa_akin_2  more subjective telling us what good music is, “depende ‘yan sa tainga ng tao. As long as mahal mo yung music mo, yun iyong pinakaimportante. ‘Di ko masabi na good music ang classical, at di ko rin masabi na bad music yun, pero para sa akin kahit anong klaseng music pa man yan, basta ikaw as individual kung ano yung gusto mong music, at yun ang maganda sa ‘yo, yun yung maganda para sa ‘yo,” she told us.

Just happened to ask her If I were to attend her concert, how she would convince me to do so. She’s got a nice hit back, “hindi ko kasi nakasanayan yun [smiles] na magbibigay ako ng dahilan para manuod ka ng concert ko. Pero ‘di naman ako ang taong walang pakialam kahit ‘di kayo manood.” I still persisted if I were to buy her album, how would she convince me to do so, she told me “pakinggan mo na lang, kung magustuhan mo, okay. Kung ‘di mo naman magustuhan, okay pa rin.”

Now who’s in need of more music? My last batter before another set of questions, though. She  squarely answered, “both. Palagi ako neutral sa mga ganyan [laughs]. Kasi kailangan natin ang isa’t-isa. Kaya n’yo kami kailangan dahil gusto n’yo makinig ng music. Kailangan ko ng music, kasi iba rin sa parte ko ang paggawa ng music.”

 

KNICK KNACKS

What song is in your head right now?
[And she goes singing me a song] “Somehow, every thing’s gonna fall right into place…We’ll make it last forever” Hallelujah by Paramore.

What’s your favorite word?
I Love You! [laughs]

Are their  music you dislike?
Wala akong kantang ‘di gusto. Meron akong kantang ‘di pinapakinggan masyado, pero ‘di ibig sabihin ‘di ko sila gusto.

If you could invent a new instrument, what would it sound like?
Di ko alam. [Thinking long]. Pero, like kapag nasa taas kami ng bundok tapos may hangin, parang music sa akin yung flow ng hangin. Siguro yung instrument ko tunog hangin [demonstrating how it sounds like, then laughs].

Do you think music can heal sick people?
Oo. Totoo yan! Alam mo ba kapag may sakit ako, nakikinig ako ng mga emo (emo-rock), gumagaan yung pakiramdam ko. Kasi yung sakit minsan mind-setting lang naman yun eh, kapag sinabi mo na gagaling ka, gagaling ka rin naman agad.

What do you think the world would be like without music?
Boring. Wala. Wala.

If you were a song, what song would you be?
Hawak Kamay.

If you could hear what someone  is thinking for a day, who would you choose?
Presidente natin. Kasi gusto ko talagang malaman kung bakit ganito yung bansa natin [laughs].

If you had only 24 hours to live, what would you do?
Sasabihin ko sa papa ko na sobrang mahal na mahal ko s’ya. Spend ko yung buong araw ko kasama yung buong pamilya ko. Sasabihin ko rin sa crush ko… [laughs].

If the whole world were listening, what would you say?
Let’s help each other.

If you could ask God any one question, what would it be?
Why do you love me so much?

What is the sweetest compliment you ever heard about you?
Papuri ng papa ko masarap palagi eh. Yung ano pa, yung may isang ale na lumapit sa akin, sabi nya sa akin, ‘alam mo ba inspiration kita yung song mo, Hawak Kamay. Saka, kanta ko yun sa baby ko. Alam mo yung baby ko bulag.’ Tapos yun, naiyak ako, on the spot. Then sabi ko ‘thank you po. Yun yung best complement na narinig ko at naging inspirasyon n’yo ako.’

Are their anything more you wanna change about yourself?
Maraming bagay. Ugali siguro. Masyado akong critical sa sarili ko. Kapag nagkamali ako lagi kong bini-blame yung sarili ko, nabubugbog na ako emotionally, saka lagi akong umiiyak. Saka, ayaw kung maging emotional. Pero kapag ‘di kasi ako magiging emotional ‘di naman ako makakasulat ng kanta [laughs]. Saka gusto ko pa maging accommodating [laughs].

If you could not differentiate beautiful from ugly, how would choose your spouse?
Basta mahal ako, mahal na mahal ako. Madaling magmahal eh. Basta ako ayaw ko no’ng lolokohin ako. Kaya mas pipiliin ko yung taong mahal na mahal ako, kaysa mahal ko [giggles]. Basta lagi akong naiintindihan, kasi masyado akong werdo mag-isip minsan, pabago-bago yung isip ko. Yung masasabayan lahat ng mood swings ko. Para makita ko na s’ya [laughing, giggles].

If you could be given a chance to a man for a day, who would you choose?
[Laughs] Piolo Pascual.

How would you tell that a guy is really in love with you?
Kapag nababaliw s’ya sa akin [laughs]. Kapag nagagalit ako, tawag ng tawag tapos umiiyak. Nagmamakaawa sa magulang mo [laughs].Pero kapag ganon yung lalake, in love na talaga sa akin ‘yun.

 

AWARDS

32nd Metro Manila Film Festival
- Best Theme Song “Hawak Kamay” Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo

2006 Box Office Entertainment Awards
- Best Theme Song “Hawak Kamay” Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo

Guillermo Mendoza Memorial Awards
- Best New Female Singer

ASAP ’07 24K Awards
- Female Artist Awardee

ASAP Pop Viewer’s Choice Awards 2007
- Pop Movie Theme Song “Hawak Kamay” Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo
- Pop Music Video “Time In”
- Album of the Year “Salamat”

3rd ASAP Platinum Circle Awards
- Female Awardee “Salamat”

2007 FAMAS Awards
- Best Theme Song “Hawak Kamay” Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo

2007 Aliw Awards
- Best New Artist

1st OPM Songhits Awards 2007
- Favorite New Artist
- Breakthrough Artist of the Year

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