The National Commission for Culture and Arts (NCCA) in cooperation with the MSU-Iligan Institute of Technology (MSU-IIT)-Office of the Vice Chancellor for Research & Extension’s Multimedia Information & Dissemination Unit and the Mindanao Creative Writers Group, Inc., announce the 16 writing fellows to the 16th Iligan National Writers Workshop (INWW) to be held on May 25-29, 2009 in Iligan City. The writing fellows are:
LUZON:
FICTION (English): Timothy James M. Dimacali, UP Diliman/Pasay City; (Filipino): Ma. Fe de Guia, UP Los Banos/Caloocan City; POETRY (Filipino): Jason G. Tabinas, Ateneo de Manila University/ Pasig City; Arvin T. Ello, De la Salle University/ Paranaque City; PLAY(Filipino): Marianne Mixhaela Z. Villalon, UP Diliman/Quezon City.
VISAYAS:
POETRY (Waray): Phil Harold Mercurio, UP Tacloban/Calbayog City; Jhonil C. Bajado, UP Tacloban/Maydolong, Eastern Samar; (Cebuano): Russ Raniel A. Ligtas, UP Cebu/Cebu City; Cindy A. Velasquez, University of San Carlos/Cebu City; and (Hiligaynon): Sam S. Prudente, UP Diliman/Iloilo City.
MINDANAO:
FICTION (English): Gabriel P. Millado, UP Mindanao/Davao City; Justine May R. Torregosa, Ateneo de Zamboanga University (ADZU)/Zamboanga City; Paul Alfonse J. Marquez, ADZU/Zamboanga City; POETRY (English): Anderson V. Villa, Ateneo de Davao University/Davao City; (Chabacano): Edgar Darren G. Bendanillo, Zamboanga State College of Marine Science & Technology, Zamboanga City; and, the Manuel E. Buenafe Writing Fellow (poetry-English): Everlyn T. Jaji, ADZU/Zamboanga City.
Panelists this year are: Ma. Rosario Cruz Lucero, Jaime An Lim, Merlie M. Alunan, Victor N. Sugbo, Antonio Enriquez, Leoncio P. Deriada, German V. Gervacio, Steven Patrick C. Fernandez, Macario Tiu, this year’s keynote speaker, Ralph Semino Galan and the INWW Director Christine Godinez-Ortega.
Evaluators of INWW manuscripts this year: Bro. Karl Gaspar, CSsR; C. Godinez-Ortega, Arlene Yandug, Ed P. Ortega, German Gervacio, Steve Fernandez and Zola Gonzalez Macarambon.
Highlights this year include the launching of the 15th INWW Proceedings, ‘About Us’ edited by Godinez-Ortega and the Special Issue of the Mindanao Forum containing 15 INWW Keynote Lectures [from Lumbera to Enriquez] also edited by Godinez-Ortega. Both are published by the MSU-IIT OVCRE.
All writing fellows are asked to confirm their attendance to the INWW with the INWW secretariat (call Alice) on or before April 24, telefax: (063) 3516131; email: aliciabartolome@yahoo.com & patpcruz@yahoo.com.
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Congratulations to my oldest friend and BA English blockmate, Kid. It's about time bai. :D
Do tell what adventures you stumble into, as you no doubt have heard about those that fellow hipons at the 15th had. ;D
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Showing posts with label Jeepney Ride. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Davao Harvest 2
(reposted from dom)
Edited by Ricardo M. de Ungria and Tita Lacambra Ayala
(Davao Writers Guild)
Exterior: Glossy softcover
Interior: 353 pages book paper with color prints
Price:P300.00 (excl. shipping and handling, if necessary)
Poke me through 09196116007 for orders...
or contact me through camptheyas@gmail.com.
Edited by Ricardo M. de Ungria and Tita Lacambra Ayala(Davao Writers Guild)
Exterior: Glossy softcover
Interior: 353 pages book paper with color prints
Price:P300.00 (excl. shipping and handling, if necessary)
DAVAO HARVEST 2, an anthology of short fiction, essays, poetry, drama, and art from Davao City, is now available from the Davao Writers Guild.
Covering nearly thirty years of literary and artistic activity in the city, DAVAO HARVEST 2 features more writers and artists than its predecessor. Literary works in Bisaya, Filipino, and English come from a stellar cast of award-winning Davao-based writers. Paintings from artists are reproduced in color. At 353 pages, DAVAO HARVEST 2 is a comprehensive view of the best of literature and art in Davao City.
Covering nearly thirty years of literary and artistic activity in the city, DAVAO HARVEST 2 features more writers and artists than its predecessor. Literary works in Bisaya, Filipino, and English come from a stellar cast of award-winning Davao-based writers. Paintings from artists are reproduced in color. At 353 pages, DAVAO HARVEST 2 is a comprehensive view of the best of literature and art in Davao City.
Poke me through 09196116007 for orders...
or contact me through camptheyas@gmail.com.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Computer Vision Syndrome
I got a new pair of glasses last December after months of squinting through computer monitors whenever filing my reports.
I chose to go back to my old doctor to monitor if there was any change in my eyesight - I had last had my eye checked at this clinic when I was in high school.
Not surprisingly, my condition had gotten worse with more exposure to computer screens.
I still had astigmatic vision, no biggie. I just got re-acquainted with the condition. Apparently, things both too close and far are blurry around the edges, my eyes not refracting enough light to form more solid images.
It was in that visit, however, that I was introduced to CVS or Computer Vision Syndrome: that burning sensation in the eyes known to frequent desktop/laptop users everywhere.
My doctor told me to monitor if there was pain in my eyeballs and get some rest when they do. (aside from prescribing eye drops to increase the moisture of my eyes.)
I left the clinic with a new pair of glasses and a newfound respect for a vision that I had abused my eyes all these years especially through the sleepless days of high school and the parties of college.
Of course there's the academic work.
During the jeepney ride home, I just stared outside the vehicle's window and watched the street scenes play.
I was missing this all the while: the depths in the various distances of things.
I chose to go back to my old doctor to monitor if there was any change in my eyesight - I had last had my eye checked at this clinic when I was in high school.
Not surprisingly, my condition had gotten worse with more exposure to computer screens.
I still had astigmatic vision, no biggie. I just got re-acquainted with the condition. Apparently, things both too close and far are blurry around the edges, my eyes not refracting enough light to form more solid images.
It was in that visit, however, that I was introduced to CVS or Computer Vision Syndrome: that burning sensation in the eyes known to frequent desktop/laptop users everywhere.
My doctor told me to monitor if there was pain in my eyeballs and get some rest when they do. (aside from prescribing eye drops to increase the moisture of my eyes.)
I left the clinic with a new pair of glasses and a newfound respect for a vision that I had abused my eyes all these years especially through the sleepless days of high school and the parties of college.
Of course there's the academic work.
During the jeepney ride home, I just stared outside the vehicle's window and watched the street scenes play.
I was missing this all the while: the depths in the various distances of things.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Jeepney Ride
reposted from Dog Eats Avocado - July 11, 2008
Inside the first jeepney I rode this afternoon I tried reading the first chapter of a book I bought yesterday.
I couldn't. So I gave up, zooming out to the larger unfocused world which was the jeep's cabin instead. To my right was a woman whose position had her sit beside a pregnant woman who was seated by the jeep's rear end.
On the Catalunan Pequeno stop, the pregnant woman stood up and dropped her mobile phone by accident.
What's seemed off at the time was that she walked backward to retrieve it, before crossing the road and finding another ride.
The woman beside me didn't budge, didn't even move to where the pregnant woman sat - the way people usually would replace those who would get off. Which was weird.
And right before my vision blurred to her form, the woman beside me sighed: "Ang iyang tinubigan!" The pregnant woman's water had broken - we could all see that the lower part of her dress was wet.
Everyone was actually looking at a woman who was minutes away from labor.
While my thoughts were elsewhere, like how that could have been a story for tomorrow's paper, everyone else had stories of their own.
"Where's the husband? Why does he let her travel alone?" a fellow passenger, a man in his 40s, said.
The woman beside me answered: "He's at Camp San Gabriel, training. Actually, she was telling me about her belly starting to get painful." The two women beside me had been talking while I was trying to read.
Everyone else had their own take on the event.
"If that woman had given birth here, that would have been fun!" one of the passengers quipped, igniting a series of mini-discussions.
"Why didn't she just go directly to the hospital at home?"
"She told me she didn't have her things with her," the woman beside me went on.
So did the jeep, running fast ahead without warning. And as it did, another passenger remarked to another: "I wish the driver would slow down," she said. "Look at that woman, she almost gave birth because of him!"
Inside the first jeepney I rode this afternoon I tried reading the first chapter of a book I bought yesterday.
I couldn't. So I gave up, zooming out to the larger unfocused world which was the jeep's cabin instead. To my right was a woman whose position had her sit beside a pregnant woman who was seated by the jeep's rear end.
On the Catalunan Pequeno stop, the pregnant woman stood up and dropped her mobile phone by accident.
What's seemed off at the time was that she walked backward to retrieve it, before crossing the road and finding another ride.
The woman beside me didn't budge, didn't even move to where the pregnant woman sat - the way people usually would replace those who would get off. Which was weird.
And right before my vision blurred to her form, the woman beside me sighed: "Ang iyang tinubigan!" The pregnant woman's water had broken - we could all see that the lower part of her dress was wet.
Everyone was actually looking at a woman who was minutes away from labor.
While my thoughts were elsewhere, like how that could have been a story for tomorrow's paper, everyone else had stories of their own.
"Where's the husband? Why does he let her travel alone?" a fellow passenger, a man in his 40s, said.
The woman beside me answered: "He's at Camp San Gabriel, training. Actually, she was telling me about her belly starting to get painful." The two women beside me had been talking while I was trying to read.
Everyone else had their own take on the event.
"If that woman had given birth here, that would have been fun!" one of the passengers quipped, igniting a series of mini-discussions.
"Why didn't she just go directly to the hospital at home?"
"She told me she didn't have her things with her," the woman beside me went on.
So did the jeep, running fast ahead without warning. And as it did, another passenger remarked to another: "I wish the driver would slow down," she said. "Look at that woman, she almost gave birth because of him!"
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