Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Movie Triggers Rush For Food

By Carla Gomez
Visayan Daily Star
Nov 26, 2008

Angel Jacob and Christian Vasquez eat “kinilaw” on a boat in Sagay City in this scene from Namets!

Negrenses Monday night left a Bacolod theater craving for food and rushing to nearby restaurants to assuage their hunger.
They were among those who watched Cinemalaya 2008 finalist Namets!, a Negrense indie film, which focuses on the culture of food and eating in Negros Occidental, that premiered at SM Cinema 3 in Bacolod City and will run until Sunday before it moves on to Cebu.

The film directed by Negrense Jay Abello was shot in various locations in the province and is primarily in Hiligaynon.

Namets is a celebration of life, renowned Negrense director Peque Gallaga, who was part of the Namets! cast, said.

“The movie is also all about the Negrense joy of cooking…it is a love song to us,” he said.

Of the 70 people in the cast, including himself, only two were not from Negros, Gallaga said.

"People don’t realize how many good and well trained actors covering six generations Negros has produced", he said.

Gallaga said it is a pity how little importance our leaders and schools put into culture and the arts, compared to sports.

While sports takes care of our bodies and physical wellbeing, culture and the arts take care of our souls and make us as a people, he said.

Gallaga lamented that Bacolod City has no home for the arts.
Members of the Negrense community generously gave their time and resources to make Namets! a reality, Abello said.

From allowing the crew to shoot scenes on their property, to donating food, vehicle rentals, and cash, to agreeing to appear in the movie, Negrenses threw their support wholeheartedly behind the production, he said.

The Negrense generosity and hospitality enabled the film to be completed in three months with no budget, he said.

“I'm very proud of our little big movie. That's what I call it. It's no epic. It's actually very small, and very simple. But a lot of heart was put into it and that's all of you,” he told those who helped make the film possible at the Namets! premier.

Abello also thanked the Negrenses who opened their homes for the filming of Namets! and the film’s “amazing staff and crew.”

“This movie is as much yours as it is mine. Aton ini (This is ours). For a dream cast, it was such a pleasure working with all of you,” Abello said.

In staging its homecoming, the Negrense indie film teamed up with Tapulanga Foundation, a non-profit charitable organization based in Silay City, Negros Occidental.

Proceeds from the film’s Visayas caravan will benefit the St. Francis of Assisi School, a small private Catholic institution established in 1964 with a vision to provide quality Christian education to the children of farm workers, Abello said.
While philanthropy and independent cinema don’t always go together, the agreement between Tapulanga Foundation and the producers of Namets! make perfect sense. “Life on Negros, my experiences growing up in Negros, all influence me as a filmmaker,” Abello said.

“Members of my family set up Tapulanga Foundation as a way of giving back to the province that nurtured us. Because Namets! would not exist without Negros, everyone agreed that the caravan would be a good chance to give thanks for the blessings we received while making the film. So it was logical to tie up with Tapulanga,” he said.

St. Francis of Assisi School provides kindergarten to high school education for about 370 young Negrenses, who would not be able to go to school otherwise, he said.

Every ticket to watch Namets! during its Visayan caravan represents an investment in the future of Negros Occidental, he said.*CPG

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sidelights: Road Trip

Fruit Bats
Mambukal Summer Resort
Murcia, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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Resort Cottages
Mambukal Summer Resort
Murcia, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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Waterfall
Mambukal Summer Resort
Murcia, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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Lagoon
Mambukal Summer Resort
Murcia, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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Main Gate Entrance
Mambukal Summer Resort
Murcia, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Tree Of Friendship

The seedling has been given as a present to my father. It is a fruit-bearing tree – a mango tree – nurtured out of a seed by a very close family friend. It is the last surviving variety and my dad’s friend took all the pains bringing it from the neighboring province where he lived, to our farm. I remembered it looked wilted and limped when it arrived home from hours of long bumpy ride, wrapped in plastic bag with some soggy soil in it.

My father planted it a few distance away from the house. Every day, he would water it, put wooden fencing around to guard it against stray goats who would come close by to munch the succulent sprouting leaves. To some extent, it became a lifelong remembrance between the two best friends.

The sapling thrived and after years of care and attention, the once skinny woody stalk became a firm trunk with strong roots deeply anchored to the ground. The branches had spread out beautifully, forming a crown of shiny lush green leaves. It became home to some local birds. The bleating goats have long been gone. My father would admiringly look at the tree and proudly tap the sturdy trunk with his walking stick. He is now old and a lingering illness is slowly taking its toll on his health.

“The tree has already casts its shade upon me”, he said. “As my bones start to brittle and my body becomes frail, so as the tree will become strong. I may be gone, before the first flowers bloom, no longer be able to smell their sweet fragrance, nor taste the sweetness of its fruit. I have done my part and may God bless me.”

I felt sad and helpless. If only I could draw out inside me some of the vigor of my youth and share it with him to prolong his life. But, I told him the tree will always be there for the next generation to see and partake the fruits of his toil.

One day, his old friend came to visit him. He brought along his family. I cannot help but notice the joy in their eyes as the two old friends met again and hugged. It was an unexpected reunion. Like an impatient young boy, my father took his friend’s hand and led him to the place where the tree stood. At long last, the three have finally met. A small table was set underneath its shade and for the whole day, we all shared together the small delights prepared for that extraordinary occasion. The tree bore witness to the resolute bond of the two individuals who nurtured, raised and cared him all these years, to become the verdant symbol of their lifelong friendship.

Seasons came and went. The tree withstood the tests of time. One rainy day, buds started to appear on the tree’s wet branches. And before long, millions of tiny yellow flowers burst forth, spreading its sweet heady fragrance far and wide. As the summer came, the sweet mango fruits were ready for harvest. Then I remembered my father’s prophetic words as I held the plump fruit in my hand. May God bless his soul.

I watched my little nieces and nephews as they cheerfully sat around nibbling on the sweet yellow juicy fruit they held in their hands. They climbed the branches, played around the trunk while trying to catch the slivers of sunlight cast on their faces by the dancing leaves above. They asked me where did the tree come from, and why its fruits are so sweet.

And I started again. "The seedling has been given as a present to your grandfather…”

Monday, November 17, 2008

Burn The Blubber

The male torso has been adored since time immemorial. Michaelangelo’s David and the Barberini Sleeping Satyr were perfect examples of Hellenistic art that best exemplified the beauty and symmetry of the perfect male body.

Years ago, the male body worship came out on the first Calvin Klein underwear poster. And man was never the same again. I am talking about the male six pack abs. It’s sexiness has become an obsession, that everyone is looking for the perfect recipe for building a tight and trim midsection. Fitness gyms sprung up everywhere promising overnight physical makeovers that most of them failed to give.

But just as the guys have started burning their beer bellies, another new challenge emerges – “devil horns”. It’s the muscle cuts in the lower abdomen just above the hips that can be seen when wearing low-waist jeans. It’s the next big male body feature.

For guys who are a bit heavy in the middle, catching up with the new lifestyle is frustrating. Waist size forty- one is the new thirty-three. Stout is out! Also, the metrosexual look is fast emerging and those with money to spend are paying more particular attention to their looks, rather than giving their hard earned money to their wives to spend.

Are these signs send a clear message that in order to be looked at and admired, is it a must for a guy to possess not only a well chiseled good-looking face but an athletic muscular body as well? Are these qualities a yardstick to success?

I have been regularly working out in the gym and quite honestly I would say, I have developed lean muscles and definitions in the right places. The new look has considerably build up my confidence, though I may not look like the cold marble statues of David and the Sleeping Satyr.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sidelights: Road Trip

"The Bridge"
Location: Amalio R. Cueva, Jr. Farms
Ulbohan, Sagay City, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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"Solitude"
Location: Amalio R. Cueva, Jr. Farms
Ulbohan, Sagay City, Negros Occidental
Philippines
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Saturday, November 1, 2008

A Hero’s Last Night

He leans by the window of their one-room house as he runs his fingers across his curly hair, anxiously watching the moonless summer night outside. The lighted candle by the table casts wavering shadows upon his sullen face. Once in a while, it splutters as another fearless moth succumbs to temptation to the deceiving heartless beauty of the scorching flame.

The children are growing up and soon be going to school. The price of fuel has gone up again. Soon, everything follows. The measly monthly pay he takes as a construction foreman would no longer be able to keep up the family needs. He needs to go.

Just as his mind drifts into thoughts of guilt and self-pity, two delicate arms embrace him gently from behind, rubbing the sinewy muscles of his torso ripped by years of hard work. He turns around and smiles at her, as she presses her head close to his chest. Gently, he raises her head and gazes into her soulful eyes. His only love and passion. His strength and his weakness. His world. All rolled into this woman he calls wife. Soon he will be missing these sweetest charming features.

As he brushes the wisps of hair off her face, tears well in her eyes expressing a million unspoken meanings. His heart skips a beat. He follows her as she leads him into the bedroom.

The children are already asleep.

For the last time, they fill the sweltering night with fiery love and passion, as the candle flame licks the very last hot melting tallow to the insane melody of the crickets.

Fin.