“MITOS”

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MITOS

She glides through the night
like a specter in the mist,
silent to the world
lest caught in the war she waged.
She slides through the night
silent and unseen,
yet he hears her, sees her…
smells the very sweet scent of her.
Her touch may very well define
the meaning of his existence;
her eyes may very well hold
his soul suspended in a dream.
She is real to him who sees her
as he drowns himself in the wonder of her myth.

 

Copyright © by J.Gi Federizo

Inspired one day, I felt like writing a poem in relation to my fiction that was originally titled MITOS and is now temporarily called MAYA. The poem was an experiment, a sonnet without the restrictions, hee hee. I just followed the 14-lines rule. I am not sure if it’s still going to be a part of the story, nevertheless…Meanwhile, I am currently writing the next, long-awaited scene (long-awaited by me, at least).

Aawkwaaard…but thanks :)

I feel kind of awkward posting this. I am not a power blogger in the first place, and my number of followers is hardly impressive, so it’s like, “what, you think you’re already popular and need to post this?” I’m not.

Still, I really feel that I owe many of my LIKErs and FOLLOWers especially an apology. I have noticed that lately, I’m getting more and more followers — I know I owe much of it to other blogs where I (have) comment(ed), one in particular, but I won’t have to mention. It’s amazing how one thing good you say can actually gain you a following, but I am really grateful for that.

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And that is why I am here, to thank all my LIKErs and FOLLOWers. Then I would like to apologize to those to whom I have not “personally” said my thanks yet. Normally, I make time to visit you and do it and often check out your posts. It’s just that lately, things have been kind of busy, plus, if you haven’t read my post about it yet around two weeks ago, my laptop is inaccessible at the moment. To make the long story short, I don’t have lots of opportunities to actually log in and say my thank-yous.

But I’d like you to know I appreciate you all and hope that we become better online friends and supporters and share thoughts, insights, dreams, works,…anything!

Again, THANKS and HAPPY BLOGGING, y’all!!!

 

Ang Pagpapatuloy

J.Gi Federizo:

Just want to share the site for Andoyman’s comics ANG SUMPA, which story I just help edit. You might want to check out his art. Unfortunately for non-Filipinos, the dialogues are in Filipino/Tagalog, with just a li’l bit of English thrown in…ENJOY!!!

Originally posted on Ang Sumpa Komiks:

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Ilang buwan ang nagdaan at online na ang “Ang Sumpa” komiks. Sa mga nagbabasa, salamat sa patuloy na pagtangkilik. Isa sa marami kong dahilan na gawing online ito ay dahil hindi ako kumuha ng table sa Komikon X nitong darating na Sabado. At gusto kong maihatid ang kwento sa mga nakabasa, at sa mga bago, ang komiks kahit wala akong mesa sa Sabado.

May iba pang dahilan kaya in-online ko ito pero sarilinin ko na lang.

Unang bahagi palang ng Ikalawang Kabanata ang inilabas ko noong Summer Komikon. Ang kalahati ng kwento, online na. At ang mga darating na kabanata, dito mo na rin mababasa. Hindi ko pa alam kung magkakaroon pa ito ng print version sa hinaharap, o kahit sa darating na Summer Komikon next year. Wala pa akong plano. Hindi ko rin alama ang mangyayari.

Ang nais ko lang ngayon, mailabas ang kwento ng “Ang Sumpa” sa mas maraming…

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What Really Matters

*NOTE: I thought I’d repost something I wrote years ago, having been reminded by what’s currently been happening here…

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WHAT REALLY MATTERS

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” Regardless of race, gender, beliefs and religion, we all end up the way we begin. It is, however, the “to” that matters the most, that space between yesterday and tomorrow – TODAY. How do you live your life today? How many lives have you touched? Do you fail and sulk, or do you fail and still manage to love life? Are you a humble winner, or are you a winner in need of a lesson in humility?

Two people reminded me of the importance of “today”.

One was someone I had known almost all my life but never really met. Five years of battling cancer finally caught up with her. There was no getting around it. Death is a painful process for both the grieving and the one they lose, no matter how prepared they think they are. Yet, she did more than prepare. She committed the last years of her life not to bitterness but to better-ness, to a life with more meaning. She held her own faith in her heart and gave love and hope and maybe faith again to those who needed them. She was not selfish and gave help even to people she did not know.

The other one was someone who, for a brief time, touched my life in his own, unknowing way. He was a classmate in high school, Freshman year, and left after the second. He was killed recently…The other day, I cut out an article about him. At first, I found it a bit funny – funny in a strange way – that the only chance I got to learn more about him again was through an article in the papers about his death. There, loved ones and friends recounted how his life had been. And somehow, I smiled, because at least, he had been a good person to merit the admiration and adoration of many people. It’s just a pity. He would’ve made it to our high school reunion last December. Maybe he would’ve come.

They are just examples of people who made a difference, and there in lies the difference – What you do TODAY. I am not sure what difference I, myself, can make. I just know I will try.

Ruby

I am right now at an internet shop that’s along the street where I live during weekdays. Ruby, or the typhoon internationally known as Hagupit that is actually a Filipino word  that literally means lash, is currently doing just that here, whipping the country over and over! I hope it leaves soon and stop beating the Philippines to a pulp.

I left our house in the province today amidst strong winds and rain, unsure of how it was going to affect the house that already took a beating from typhoon Glenda last August. I hope it’s done over there and left the house unscathed. The thing is it’s coming to Manila, where I am. Okay, correction. It’s HERE. If I weren’t worried about work, I could’ve stayed in the province. And nice time for my laptop to be in bad shape. That would have made remote work possible.

Just letting you know of the situation. I don’t know how it’s going to be tomorrow. Even the experts cannot say as Ruby keeps changing her mind about where she’s going and how strong she is going to make her presence felt.

Also, I would like to ask for you to pray for my country, regardless of your religion, or at least express hope for us, if you don’t like religions. Lots of our provinces have been ravaged by Ruby already. I’m sure you can find news and images just by Googling and you’ll know what I mean. It’s going to be a sad Christmas again for the country.

I am very sure that after all this, we are going to have lots of pieces to try to put together again.  So if you can help us in any way you can, that would be very much appreciated as well. Do make sure that you connect with the proper channels.

Thank you all.

“THE BOX”

THE BOX

“What is this box before me?”
I ask with bated breath.
A glimpse of something that I know,
yet do not wish to know.

I draw closer.

Dark and sinister,
the box seems to cry out with malice.
Its edges rough,
texture coarse to touch,
filthy far beyond naked vision.

Still, it captivates me with a force
that betrays my resolve…
I recognize this box all too well.

I have seen and I have touched,
I have opened this box a thousand times
— perhaps, too many times –-
heeding its whispered call:

“I am yours for the taking, Pandora.”

Far greater is the temptation,
far greater is the fall.
And as the box calls my name again,
I succumb once more.

There is no key here, as always,
now I realize, I am the key.

“Welcome to your destruction, Pandora.”

I give in,
and then lose my soul again.

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Art by Fiona Sansom. Rights to this do not belong to me

 

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

Blogging Ethics: Five Ways to Keep it Proper

Call it ‘online journaling,’ ‘weblogging,’ or simply ‘blogging.’ Gone are the days it was called ‘writing in my diary,’ which we kept under lock and key, stacked away where no other person could find it. Nowadays, we write in our own journals for others to find and (gasp!) read.

Blame it on technology. Due to social media, weblogs emerged out of people’s need to be heard and seen, and to return to others the favor. It’s neo-exhibitionism and -voyeurism in a more positive context.

Everyone can now have his own blog. A web content writer like you, however, is not everyone.

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Creating Your Brand

Brand awareness is the key to landing projects. You don’t just write and hope what you’ve written is good enough. “Good enough” is not good at all if it fails to capture and keep your intended clients’ attention.

Let them know that if an article is by you, it’s all about originality, credibility and quality—YOUR brand. That will definitely keep them interested in getting you especially when they outsource article writing.

Always keep that in mind when you are blogging. By now, you’ve heard of the famous line “Content is king.” Concentrate on that, make it your blogging mantra.

Meanwhile, a part of building your brand is to make sure you are doing things properly when you blog. This is important as many employers do tend to check how applicants “behave” when they don’t think the employers are looking.

They want to make sure it is really you who have written the samples sent them, if you can be trusted with company information, if you can do more than write content,…The reasons are for them to know and for you to find out, hopefully, not the hard way.

Becoming a good writer isn’t just through writing well. Half of it is practical know-how, common sense and discipline.

Blogging Ethics 101

As a blogger, there are several things you must remember and that are listed below. These are quite important, considering that as a web content writer, writing is your life and, most probably, your bread and butter. You’ll want to look as professional as possible.

1. Post more articles rather than photos and videos of yourself so that clients can have a look-see on your potential as a writer, not as a photographer, filmmaker or party animal. Not to go off-tangent here, be careful with what audio-visuals you choose to share either. Wholesome is the word.

Remember, this is the word to follow when posting stuff in your social media accounts as well. If you’re going to be unwholesome, make sure you keep your account private. Stay hidden from prying eyes.

2. Blogs are often where some share private thoughts and vent their spleen on various angsts. Well, it’s your blog so you can do that, but if you want to be taken seriously, don’t. Treat your blog as your own business, ergo, professionalism and discretion are in order.

Write less about your emotional baggages. In fact, reserve that for a more personal, more private blog.

3. Be trustworthy. Prospective clients, for instance, won’t be impressed by you dishing out dirt and trade secrets of past employers.

4. Never plagiarize. In a comment somewhere, somebody shared “…what you can do is pick up the content from that website and modify its language so that the language that appears on your blog does not match with it. So you get your content as well as escape from plagiarism.” Uh, not really.

Clueless or just plain evil, I don’t know. Changing clothes, however, does not change who you are. So plagiarism is still plagiarism, no matter how you dress it up. Any self-respecting writer will never do this and try to fool himself. If you’re worth your salt, you”ll be a decently working professional. It gives that pop-culture born phrase “Honest to blog!” a whole new meaning.

5. Don’t be a snob. Reply to comments to your posts. If others find time to read what you’ve written and comment, say even a simple “thank you.” That’s being respectful, showing appreciation and a sign of professionalism.

Don’t be afraid to read and comment on others’ posts either, although always make sure you comment wisely. That can widen your network and build up your reputation as a credible writer.

Very easy tips, really, but highly important. So keep to the right and you’ll never go wrong. You can only get better.

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Before anyone reacts violently and say we should blog what we want to blog about, let me say that first, I agree with you (as long as it’s not any kind of discrimination), and second, the target audience for this (though not strictly just for them) are web content writers. This is actually a sort of reblog of Blogging the Ethical Way.

As a guest blogging venture, the deal was the article provider would get exposure but the publisher got exclusive rights to the unique article. However, the publisher’s site has been missing for many months, so to speak, and now it’s Domain For Sale! That’s hardly fair, is it? So until they come back, this stays here.

Even They Have Pride

*NOTE: This was an old post, from when Multiply was still interesting enough. I think I posted this here also a few years back, but for reasons I won’t elaborate, I deleted it. So I had to debate with myself if I wanted it back, decided that I do, so I searched my files and found it. I have to admit, searching for an image for this depressed me suddenly.

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For almost three months, I had been taking a different route going home to the dorm. It’s funny because after three years, it was only then that I knew that I could actually take that route! That is so me. If anybody wanted to get me lost, he wouldn’t have a hard time doing just that. 

But this is not about getting lost and making a fool of myself.  

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This image is from Sociological Imagination

You see, since I started taking that route, I had been seeing an old woman hanging around the street corner where I usually alighted. She looked almost like a beggar but because I never saw her ask anyone for anything, purely by coincidence perhaps, I couldn’t make up my mind. I couldn’t just walk up to her and hand her alms. What if she got mad and shouted at me saying, “Ano’ng akala mo sa akin, pulubi?!!” (“How dare you mistake me for a beggar?!!”) Besides, I had been burned before, thoughts of a past experience running through my head. 

However, one evening, I alighted on the street corner again and saw her looking at me. I began to walk away then stopped on my tracks, pretending to be going through my things. I thought I would know the answer if she came up to me. She did approach me and held out her palms, begging, though I couldn’t understand her mumbled words. I brought out a plastic bag asking her if she wanted some sandwich (and it happened I had two). I mean, hey, that’s what beggars need money for. Food, right? Besides, if she would take it, that might mean she wasn’t part of some syndicate. Then maybe I would give her money as well. But the old woman looked at what I was holding and declined. That got me disappointed and a bit mad. I put the plastic back in my bag and walked away thinking, “HA! I knew it. To think I considered giving you money. You’re just one of them!”

That had been my frame of mind until last week when the storm arrived. On my old route, I alighted from the tricycle I boarded due to the flooding. Surprisingly,  there she was sitting and taking refuge in front of a salon, wearing nothing but shorts and sleeveless sando. I wanted to ignore her but I couldn’t get my eyes off her especially since she was holding out her hand  to me again. 

I went to the old woman and asked if she would like some bread. It occurred to me that her hearing was bad already because I had to repeat the question several times. But what overwhelmed me was guilt upon realizing that the first time she approached me, she probably didn’t even understand me! That was why she had a weird, puzzled expression on her face! And I walked away from her leaving her hungry and lonely!

I tell you that really hit me like a ton of brick. Especially when she told me that she wanted rice. She wanted REAL food. She just said rice but of course, some viand as well. I asked her if she had anything to wear other than those that were already on her. She said none. So right there and then, I told her to wait, that I would be back. Under the pouring rain, I ran to the dorm with my umbrella shielding me,  pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts from my closet, bought food and water, then ran back to her. 

The minute she saw me, she lightened up, then she immediately ate her food with gusto. Boy, was she hungry! It was really a sight to see. I gave her the clothes as well and prayed they would fit her…Then it hit me again. How could she shield herself from the rain? I asked her if she had any umbrella. You can very much guess why my dormmates were wondering about me going home with my clothes all wet.

But that is not the end of the story. Here’s the clincher. The next evening, I happened to alight on the corner of the new route and there she was again in her old place. It seemed she still had good eyesight as she recognized me immediately and smiled her shy smile so I waved. I then noticed the plastic bag I gave her before where I put the clothes. To my surprise, she handed it back to me along with the umbrella! I told her, no, they were hers already. Maybe she thought they were just lent to her. She said, no, she didn’t need them. So bewildered and a bit sad, I took them back and just gave her twenty pesos.

I got to talking to one of my dormmates and immediately, she realized who I was talking about. “Oh, that woman? She’s been there for years. She used to look a lot cleaner then and had nicer skin. She probably wasn’t that poor before. My guess is her family abandoned her.” That was it. I realized she could be right. I could now understand, at least what I thought I understood, the mystery behind her returning the things I gave. 

She didn’t want to beg but  her circumstances forced her to, thus the mumbling. Her hunger forced her to eat her pride and beg for food, but ONLY for food.  When she first declined, she couldn’t hear me right and thought I was offering a material thing. The stuff she returned, she couldn’t accept them. In her mind, she didn’t want charity. 

I think I know why: Even she had pride. That was the only thing she had left.

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BTW, I decided not to do a #FreakyFriday thing to respect the Thanksgiving season. Hope you guys enjoyed the occasion. We don’t have that here, but I would like to thank all of my wonderful blogger friends here :)