Posts Tagged ‘patience’


Cataloguing of Film Clips_Rizal’s Flowers of Heidelberg

September 4, 2011

When I turned chroma

The cataloguing of film clips for Rizal’s Flowers of Heidelberg interpreted by Romalito Mallari was done yesterday. Seemed quite a lot! But if you take a look at my notes for Asiong Salonga, you’d be overwhelmed by the amount of cards exposed for that film. Something impossible during the days of real celluloid! Anyhow, editing needs patience. And I have a lot of patience. ‘Wag lang mapuno!!! Even in dealing with people, yung mga pasaway, I can usually stand them. But when I get finally impatient, then that would spoil relationships even. Lahat may katapusan they say. May saturation point.

In interpreting the poem despite the many takes that I did, I noticed how consistent Rome was. Kudos Rome! It was my first chroma work. Had to buy the chroma cloth because renting it costs more. I got it for P3K. Mahal pa rin ano? But if you need it, I can rent it to whoever needs it for P1K only!!!! Ha!Ha! Because just try renting it from studio renting houses — the lowest is P3K + additional fee to caretakers at P1K – P1500K each. Mathematically, it will be between P5K to P6,500, correct?

Rem Vocalan and Dennis Balan did the camerawork using Canon 5D and 7D respectively. This is also my first project to use cards — but still in SD format because I have no Mac to use. However, this particular segment was shot in HD format as per advice by Yuka since he said it can be resized accordingly. I have to undergo the process of converting the files into avi  for me to be able to edit them.

My next move is to finish Asiong Salonga because I have to really go full time with this work to meet my target of finishing at least the Filipino Sign Language version in time for the celebration of Deaf Awareness Week in November. It is also because I have to go to Tacloban and Ormoc cities mid-September because of Alyana showings there as part of the autism awareness campaign of Autism Society Philippines.

Working not for oneself but for the interest of others, not for money but for the higher end of advocating for a cause that benefits the marginalized is indeed the fire that propels me to do whatever I do, and how little my contribution maybe to them whom I believe needs exposure to be understood and be welcomed by the society. It is hypocritical to say that I do not need money — I need it to be able to survive, but money is not my end goal. Money for me, is my means to be able to make more films for them. The reason why I take time because I make non-commercial films. And they do not sell. Nevertheless, I know that one day, many more will realize the importance of socially relevant films that cater to the few because of un-understanding society.


Labor Bearing Fruit

January 25, 2009


After seven, if not nine years of waiting, (has the year 2009 got something to do with this?), one of our plants started to bear flowers. It is a very ordinary plant but each day that I see it when I go in and out of our place, I would always ask myself when would I ever see its red flowers.

We also have another plant they call the “miracle fruit.” With it in your tongue you will be able to take the most sour tasting fruit that you may want to eat. It “miraculously” lessens or decreases the sour taste level to a degree that won’t make your face as “sour” as the fruit that you are eating.

Miracle Fruit

Miracle Fruit

When I bought it more than two years ago, I was told that it was ready to bear fruits as it was already mature. It was then bearing plenty of tiny white flowers like fireflies in moonlit night. (I will never forget a fairy-tale looking sight in an Indian village when I saw thousands of fireflies along the winding river). But I was disappointed. The plant has grown taller than I am by now and has so far reached the blooming level only. Oh well, that’s what I thought.

This week, when I saw the plant with red flowers at last, I approached the miracle fruit plant and talked to it: “Ikaw, kailan ka magbubunga?” (When are you going to bear fruit?). To my surprise, I saw under its leaves one and only one fruit among the so many flowers it is bearing. The color is also red and it took years before I saw for myself that it is actually bearing “a fruit.” I was ecstatic!

The size of this miracle fruit measures approximately .75 inches.

The third miracle fruit that I picked! It measures approximately three-fourths of an inch.

Moreover, seeing that our bamboo-looking plant has become so matured it started bearing flowers too added to my happiness. (They say it is a bamboo variety. Pity that I don’t know the names of our plants!)


On top of everything—when I see our dog with its three puppies, I see the metaphor of “bearing fruits and flowers,” “bearing children and puppies,” “bearing the fruits of love, labor and patience.” The personal advocacy films that I have done were literally “fruits of labor and patience.” All of them were born after many months. Except for the children and puppies, all took not less than one-and-a-half years of toil and patience. My friend Janus calls them “labor bearing fruits.”

Couples need to wait for nine months and a mother need to labor before her baby is born, plants need to be patiently watered daily to grow and flower, puppies need to be fed and taken cared of to live and grow too. So, what more our children who must be loved and embraced, irrespective of their being “regular” or “special.”

With respective to my advocacy film work, I take time to make one. I really laboooooor. When I finish one, it is joy that I feel. It is not much different to how I feel seeing our plants flower, watching wild flowers bloom, seeing a butterfly out of its cocoon fly to freedom, seeing thousands of angels walk for autism…

Angels Walk for Autism

Angels Walk for Autism, January 18, 2009

(To view when angels walked for autism last January 18, click

It is joy seeing in others how my films give hope and uplift spirits, seeing the spark in the eyes of those who acknowledge how my labor bearing films affect them and the understanding that sinks into the consciousness of those who are ignorant of my subject’s condition—that special children should not be treated as “Others”—that I really feel and enjoy the “fruits of my labor.”

The reward is psychic. It can’t be stolen. It can only be enjoyed, treasured and cherish.