Asan si Ina? Asan si Ama? Hanggang pa-touch touch nga lang ba, mga bata? (2013 Research Proposal)

A Lifetime Checklist (Ipinagpapatuloy)

1. Work in a theater
2. Work in a publication
3. To Japan, late valentine celebration under cherry blossoms
4. To Europe, preferably through erasmus mundus/choreomundus with Edz, Ombe, Mama, Papa, Kermit, Nica
5. Hold and manage a national/regional/community project from scratch to finish to monitoring
6. Write articles, stories, screenplays, poems (min. one inch thick portfolio)
7. Have an entry published
8. Save 100,000 every year for three years
9. Put up a clean art gallery for papa
10. Put up a handicraft/soapmaking business for mama
11. Teach dance
12. Be a pilot, pilot a chopper
13. Incorporate lessons from choreomundus to skating (ice, roller)
14. Save 100,000 every month for two years
15. Save 500,000 every month for 3 years
16. Storytell
17. Compose songs for Disney movies
18. Upload covers to youtube
19. Upload lyric videos to youtube
20. Reach a hundred thousand views
21. Join vube
22. Win in contests more than 6 times
23. Join Himig Handog
24. Work in an entertainment industry
25. Volunteer at CCP
26. Be a curator for a month or so
27. Travel to Canada/ any with Kuya Jekk
28. Work and earn online, inform Carl on each's legitimacy
29. Be a wedding singer
30. Join a relief operation
31. Sing in bars/ have gigs
32. Create an animated short story
33. Enroll on workshops
34. Be a call center agent
35. Be friends with celebrities (at least 5)
36. Make candies at Candy bar
37. Work continuously for five years (1 company, 1 position)
38. Work for the communities
39. Be an agent of change
40. Reach out, help forever
41. Do research
42. Join national/ international organizations (socio)
43. Travel to off-roads driving own off-road car
44. Roam around the Philippines
45. Filter waters, dump collected wastes in a sanitation land fill
46. Build the house drawn on drafting days
47. Build the houses (personal/ children's) drawn and conceptualized by Mama and Papa
48. Modify container vans with Edz
49. Buy lands and plant fruits and flowers
50. Buy lands for selected people
51. Clean the world
52. Paraglide
53. Paint with watercolors (min. one inch portfolio)
54. Put up a dress shop
55. Learn dressmaking
56. Enter a fashion show
57. Publish a literary magazine
58. Master different software applications
59. Buy pencils and papers
60. Blue highlights on hair (Inform Lyka Nichollaine & Ric Eugene)
61. Use knoxout paints
62. Have my 'salingawa' treated
63. Visit families on mountains
64. Advocacy on clean water all around the Philippines
65. Build relationships with different companies
66. Canvass land prices in cool areas
67. Buy land in year 2018
68. Get a boipren na pogi
69. Try cooking and baking
70. Have a music band
71. Join a flash mob
72. Be an indie film director
73. Task with Edz: Ilibre si Kuya Kenneth
74. Pay for own website
75. Read 40 books/novels with complete seriousness 
76. Save an animal
77. Put up a house for street children
78. Check in in a five star hotel for a week
79. Drive a Chevy to the levee
80. Buy pencils and papers as gifts to anyone
81. Buy colors and coloring books as gifts to anyone
82. Buy shoes, sandals, slippers for Mama and Papa
83. Star City, When In Manila, Manila Screampark, EK, Boom na Boom, QC Circle, Skyranch, Porac, Pampanga with Families
84. Stick with pasalubong ng bayan: Dunkin Donuts
85. Pizza and Kettlekorn pasalubong
86. Make and enjoy a liquid nitrogen ice cream
87. Fly balloons occasionally with family/friends (with messages)
88. Set the trend of (?) Advertise (?) Balloon and paper light lanterns flying/floating in many organizations
89. Sing in different programs
90. Hold own wedding under a shady tree without anybody around but me and my poging boipren + own wedding rings (Simple exchange of vows and a kiss and a picnic)
91. Sew dresses and suits for my special ones
92. Play in a kiddie playhouse with friends/baby cousins
93. Know music editing, have a studio
94. Sing with a guitarist in a train station
95. Serenade random people with Edz
96. Put up swings and seesaws almost anywhere
97. Find places/orgs/museums to exhibit Papa & Mama's works/products
98. Put up a resort and hotel accommodation
99. Publish a book
100. Apply to an ad hiring clipped on light posts

I Heart You-niverse (Card Content Entry)

Like the rays of the sun
Is the sharpness of your smile
Like the swing
Is the lightness of your presence
With you
I am in heaven
I am at peace
I am on joy
Your humor fills the gaps on my teeth
Your sweetness seals the cracks on my lips
And your love?
Your love paints my universe.

Cruise Back Into Love (Dream Cruise Liner Entry)

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All I can see is the twinkling of irregular dots above.

All I can hear is the rustling wind pushing the waters

Curve to waves, perfectly falling in peace.

I couldn't feel anything but the cold bar I am holding.

My dreams, our dreams..

They started here.

Exactly where I am standing.

The same sight, the same sound..

But not the same feeling.

There was the same cold bar, yes.

But your silky hands was there, too,

Warming mine.

We talked a lot,

Imagining views beyond horizons,

Drawing shooting stars with our fingertips affixed.

We drowned in love,

Reaching the deepest ocean floor of richness.

Though we've been through different

Fair and fab sunsets,

One dark and bitter night,

A great storm struck our hearts, raging.

Hearts turned deaf

Of our shouting voices.

We drowned in anger.

Suddenly, you vanished into thick, moist air,

Not explaining.

We’re broke.

I’ve been living under the shades

Of my shadow for years now.

I’m getting tired of standing here.

All I can see is just the twinkling of irregular dots above.

All I can hear is just the rustling wind pushing the waters

Curve to waves, perfectly falling in peace.

I still couldn't feel anything but the cold bar I am holding.

My heart pulsed.

I can feel a familiar warmth.

I look over my hands.

It is real. I knew it was you.

Without turning a head,

I hold your hands, inch by inch

And squeezed ‘em.

I heard your small cry as you

Lean on my shoulder.

I was the happiest.

Your back.

Winning (My jury defense to Big Blog Exchange, cannot create profile Huhu)

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2025 Okt 5, waah ano ba tooo, hirap linisin. Buti na lang nga at di nagka profile! HAHAHA

Winning isn't about being popular or widely broadcast. It's about having hope, experiencing a shift in mindset, and claiming your place in this world. Winning gives people the self-confidence that everyone craves. It gives a person the strength to keep striving and the satisfaction of saying, "Wow. I did it." SUMAKSES KA, E! HAHAHA Winning changes lives—not just the life of the winner, but the lives of everyone involved in their craft. Everyone who can relate to or has been impacted by the work becomes a winner too. It means that the message was successfully conveyed. It was brought out from the realm of imagination and into reality. And slowly, reality becomes as beautiful as our dreams.

I won't say "I should win" this competition. I would say "we won" when ofmywhateveristhere wins. Because if it wins, I will be assured of the value of the art that I am trying to share with the world. ANO BA TEEE

I am an aspiring playwright, and winning this contest would give me greater hope and a clearer picture of who I could become if I continue pursuing this path. This wouldn't only serve my own ambitions—it would serve as inspiration for others who are also working to bring their creative visions to life. Naaakanaks, GANADO!

Winning would mean that my story matters. And if my story matters, then maybe others will feel brave enough to tell theirs too. Parang.. eh

Naughty Girl Is Coming Back To Town (A Short Story, Supposedly CWI Entry)

Last Christmas:

One night, Janice, the naughty girl, saw Santa near their maid’s court fireplace placing a red box with gold plates in its green ribbon. She felt so disappointed when he followed Santa making his way out of the chimney. Santa did not deliver anything to her room or under their Christmas tree. Because of rage, Janice stole Hannah’s, her young maid’s, gift.

Before team Santa went straight home to the North, he turned on his magical snow globe and checked the kids if they all received their gifts.

Santa saw Hannah’s sad and teary eyes finding nothing on her room on a Christmas Eve.

Santa clicked CCTV History and saw the naughty girl. From that point he clicked Replay just to clear things. Santa dropped the snow globe on the chariot couch and flew to the naughty girl.

He went to Janice’s house and saw her sleeping next to the murdered toy for the good girl.

Santa put Janice in a sleeping bag and traveled with her to the North.

Santa turned her into a Factory Maid as a punishment. Because of sudden fever, Santa forgot to introduce the naughty girl to the men of the North.

Everyday she would cry of missing her family and friends. Everyday she would shout at the North workers and even Santa. Everyday she would boast about her richness and being a fast-reader. Most of the time she let the other workers work for her.

The North workers dreaded her. She’s a visitor from the highlands to provide them food and clothes for the next years. That’s what she told them.

Santa’s fever never ran down. It was almost a year. Santa stayed at the North clinic for long while Janice played like a queen at the corridors. But, life goes on no matter what. Everything was already planned by Santa, leading an organized and happy working with no delays.

Naughty girl’s birthday came. Valentine ’s Day came. School days came. Christmas Season came:

Santa had not recovered yet. There will be no one to send the gifts to the kids.

Janice thought that this could be an opportunity to escape and finally go home.

“Excuse me, guys. Why don’t you just let me send these gifts to the children on the lands,” she quickly volunteered. “You know, I also have a cottony soft heart ..ensconced ..deep ..down.”

The workers looked at each other feeling relieved. They smiled, and started filing the gifts on the chariots.

Janice circled on the ice floor, dancing her heart out of excitement. She even held the arms of the workers she bumped in with and got them dancing, as well.

When she finally got tired and rested, one worker approached her, “It’s time. Bring these with you, Santa’s Nice List for the year and the map. There are millions and you are timed, darling.”

Janice rode on the leading chariot, looking straight to the glimmering path in the sky. “Be careful. Be alert. Be correct,” the workers shouted to her in chorus, slowly and clearly. With still eyes and outrageous expression she exclaimed, “I have a list and a map. What could possibly go wrong?”

Straight ahead, the line of gifts went. Janice waved goodbye, but never looked back.

It was a long journey. She browsed Santa’s list to kill time. It has 4 columns: Name, Age, Address, and No. of gifts. She tried to find her name. There was her name, Sandra, but not Sandra Kape, it’s Sandra Tinapay. She was saddened. What made her feel worse is the name of their young maid on the list. Plus, parallel to it is the digit 2 on the last column. "Two for her? While none for me?! This is rude. Just plain rude,” she voiced together with a stamping of her feet. Because of irritation, she crumpled the list and put it back to her jacket pocket.

Her plan was to land somewhere near her house and was to never go back to the chariot line again. “I need to go somewhere. Wait for me here. If you got bored waiting, say after 20 minutes, go back to the North even without me,” she told Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer. Rudolf let out an agreeing sound after a shy sneeze.

The naughty girl climbed down the cart and ran as fast as she could. She stopped after a meter distance and thought, “What about my remembrance? Haha!” She rushed back to pick a gift, when she felt something she had just slightly kicked. “Oh. Oh, fate… Gotcha! A snow globe! This is beautiful.”

She went back to her errand again and raised the snow globe for Rudolf to see, “Just forgot something! ‘Til next time!”

When she finally reached the point where she could no longer see the parking chariot, she felt free. She was so happy. She was singing her way home, swaying, swerving, and careless.

Her home was empty. “Their outdoors again. They didn’t even leave a track of the thought of missing their child!” Well, her family get used to her vanishing powers. Janice escapes most of time to meet with her friends.

She stepped inside her room and leaped to her soft and clean bed. She hugged all her pillows and stuffed toys. She remembered the snow globe she sneaked out. She shook it and watched the snow rumble and splatter revealing a ballerina atop of a chimney. She repeated her fancy a lot of times as if she was deeply hypnotized. When she came back to her senses, she rolled to the right of her bed holding the snow globe.

Because of that, she accidentally pressed the play button of the item. 

She was surprised to see a hologram of herself doing a crime she remembered to be a year ago. It replayed. She was annoyed trying to find the stop button. She couldn't believe how much frown she had brought to her young maid’s face. She scanned all the other videos from last year’s holy celebration. She saw how the gifts turned the children’s sad lips into brilliant smiles. She after some time, she found herself cried a tear. She grabbed the love and hope out of her maid’s tired hands. The same feeling she had throughout her last 2 years.

In all of a sudden, something meddled in her mind. If she failed doing Santa’s task for this day, then there was no doubt that recent history will repeat itself, it’s just that this time, all the kids would suffer the feelings her young maid felt, the feelings she felt when she didn't receive anything from Santa.

She looked at the cuckoo clock and slid down her bed, “I must hurry! I cannot let it happen again!” It was already 21 minutes and 3 seconds when she left the chariot.

She rode her bike for faster arrival to the place where he left the chariot. When she got there, exhausted, she called for the reindeers which were already on sky 30 feet high. She was not heard until her voice roughed to fade.

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Hopeless was her knees, hopeless as she was. She walked back home crying, tramping of failure.

She stopped and sat on their porch step. She bowed her head down over her lap, crying, thinking.

“What shall a stubborn do? Whaaaaat?! I hate myself,” she slipped her hands to her pockets finding for anything she could use to wipe her tears. She felt a crunch.

Then suddenly she remembered as she puts out the map and Santa’s list, “Oh, hell. Useful, this could be!” She wiped her face with the sheets and go inside her bedroom. She sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She opened the folded sheets on the dresser and read it.

“Aha!” she exclaimed of sudden thought! She did find a way to make up her voracity before.

She made unique gifts and letters to each and everyone she sees on Santa’s list. It seemed magical for she felt so alive, awake, and strong doing those. “I did it!” she exclaimed when she finished wrapping everything.

She is now ready to deliver those to the addresses. “I have a list and a map. What could possibly go wrong?,” she confidently said.

After she finished sending gifts, she went straight to her maid’s room. She handed her a small gift and hugged her tight, “Sorry. I am so sorry for everything I did.”

“You are forgiven, miss,” replied her young maid with a big smile and tears rolling down her face.

Lito Pa Kung Kulang (E. Tabios' Verses Typhoon Yolanda: A Storm Of Filipino Poets)

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WANTED: Beautiful Sisters, Hey! That's us! (Card Content Entry)

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Hi!
Dropped by to say something short, sissy.

You are most wonderful.
You are most beautiful.
You are most loving.
But there's someone who's more than those MOSTS!
Me, that is!
For I am more than the most,
I am more than the best
When I'm with you, my sister.
Trading you for anything?
One thing I would not definitely do.

I'm your lipstick.
I'm your eyeliner.
I'm your nail polish.

I'm always here for you. You know,
To cover up your faults lines
To make you fine.

To top it all,
I warmly thank you for being my best concealer brand!

SOAR HIGH, my friend! (Card Content Entry)

Like a kite
You'll be high with the outcast seagulls..
Forward to the sky,
Cutting the fog.
The lemon grasses would lift their heads seeing you enjoy success!

You'll be one of the greatest.
I'm with you in spirit.
All the way!

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Soon, my love! Soon. (Card Content Entry)

You may now be going away
To the lands of ensconced reasons
With our contact,
You may be nonphysical,
May be muted.
But, love,
Love wouldn't plan to fail..
Nor it would fill to empty..
Through pens, through papers,
Wishes and hopes..
We'll make it through the watered walls!
We'll make it through, yes.

To you I send the sweetest
See you soonest!

Ensconced (Word Absorption Tactics)

He was sweet to her.
They're friends.
But she's more than that to him.
He kept his feelings to himself, ensconced.
Every time, he accompanies her to their ensconced headquarters.
Chit-chat.
Sing.
Dance.
Sleep.
They're better off that way.
Talking about girls and boys. Talking about dreams, about future families.
Him about theirs as one. Her about theirs in separate destinies.
His heart cries.

One day, he found a new one worthy of his time, too.
Little by little he forgets the past.
He was never like that before. Not to her.
Her heart cries.
To the ensconced headquarters she always go.
She wished she had revealed her ensconced feelings of love for him
Before dawn.
She might had the chance.
He, now, does not remember anything about his nostalgic feeling for her.
'Til it was gone. Remained ensconced, 'til gone.
Hapless.

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Commiserate (Word Absorption Tactics)

As his commiserate hands hold the cup of tea
Towards his sister's lips to drink
An equally commiserate flower bowed down its petals
'Til one fell detached each day
This has long been the form of hourglass of life and death.
But, the boy won't allow it
So every commiserate day of breathing given
His commiserate hands hold the cup of water
Towards the pot's lips to drink
An equally commiserate flower slowly chins up
And grows its petals healthily attached each day
This has long been the form of hourglass of hope and love
And not-giving-up.

Pahapyaw (Dulaang Isang Yugto)

Tagpo: Mabatong ilog. Mataas na bundok ang gilid. Pumasyal ang magkababatang Antonio at Andes. Panahon ng Espanol.

Antonio, 19 taon, lalaki, radikal dati, mapangarap, nakapagaral ng kolehiyo sa pangangasiwa ng mga paring guro

Andes, 19 taon, lalaki, radikal hanggang ngayon, pagaaral: sa bahay kasama ang kuya at ama niya

ACT 1

Antonio: Bakit nga ba napakaraming bato rito sa ilog?

Andes: Dati'y tuwang tuwa kang talunin ang mga yan, kahit gaano pa katalas at ka-irregular. Mananalon ka kase. Sa kahit saang aspeto.

Antonio: Ano na naman bang sinasabi mo?

Andes: Masaya ka lang namang nagkukwento ng kung anuano habang hinahampas ng tubig ang mga paa mo. Marahil ay masaya ka lamang na nagkukwento ng mga kalokohan niyo ng mga kaklase mo habang nakatalikod ang inyong guro.

Antonio: Haha. Nababaliw ka na. Anong nasa isip mong totoo, Andes? At isa pa, hindi dapat kinukutsa ang guro kahit pa nakatalikod siya.

Andes: Akalain mong sayo pa yan nagmumula, sayo na kinamumuhian ang mga gurong mahilig manghampas ng puwit at mga palad, mga gurong hindi tumatanggap ng opinyon at kritisismo sa mga itinuturo niyang kasaysayang ibinababa ang aydentidad ng mga estudyante at ng bayang ito, mga gurong matakaw pa sa uod kung kumain ng utak sa pagpapapayag sa mga magulang na magulangan sila sa aspetong pinansyal. Hindi ikaw yan, Antonio, alalahanin mo.

Antonio: Iyon ang natutunan ko sa loob ng anim na buwang pagtatrabaho at pagiintern sa eskwela at kumbento. Nawala na sa isip ko ang paghihiganti at burado na ang original ng planong pagkitil sa litid ng mga mapangabuso.

Andes: Nalason ka na ng buga ng mga banyagang kaluluwa.

Antonio: Isang pagbabago ng pananaw para sa mas madaling pagunlad lamang ang naipahayag ko. Ako ito, Andes.

Andes: Mas madaling pagunlad?

Antonio: Oo, Andes! Mas madali kung mas marami kang maiipon sa loob ng maiksing panahon kesa sa usual na pattern sa mundo ng kahirapan. Nais mo rin ba, Andes? Maari kitang irekome..

Andes: Habang ang marami'y naloloko't nahihirapan?

Antonio: May pitong taon na rin tayong nagiisip para sa iba. Tayo naman.

*tahimik

Andes: Malapit ka ng umalis.

Antonio: Ha! Ang arte mo, to.

Andes: Di lalaon ay magiging bato na lamang din ako sa pakiramdam mo.

Antonio: Ha?

Andes: Tulad ng mga pagtatanong mo kung anong pinagsasabi ko, yan din ang tonong maririnig ko mula sayo sa panahong inaapakan at itinataboy mo na ako. Tulad nitong mga batong binabaybay natin.

Antonio: Hindi na kita naiintindihan. Bakit mo ba nilalaro ang samyo ng mga salita?

Andes: Nagawa ko na ang huli. Sa tonong may pagkakaibigan nga lang.

Antonio: Anong huli? ..teka.. Aaaaaah.

**pagkaharap ni antonio'y tinulak siya ng malakas ni andes sa bingit ng bang in hanggang sa mahulog ito sa mabatong ilog

Andes: Hindi ka naturuang bumasa ng mga pahiwatig. Lalong hindi ka naturuang magpahalaga. Wag kang magalala...Tutuparin ko ang original na plano. Naumpisahan ko na nga, eh.