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Saturday, June 26, 2004
eh di...
post.
bwahahahaha.
meron na 'kong sinimulang isulat na ipo-post dito. nasa word. oo, hanggang ngayon nasa word lang sya.
i suddenly lost the appetite to "blog." ewan. parang biglang... "what's da point?" i don't know. uh-oh, quarter-life crisis? siguro. pero sana hinde. di hamak naman na mas madaling mag-type kaysa magsulat-kamay diba? pero bakit ayoko na mag-"blog"?
hindi ko alam eh.
sana kaya ko rin ipaliwanag.
siguro bukas pag gising ko sipagin na ulit akong magpost dito. isulat lahat ng mga nangyayari sa'kin mula sa lahat ng mga pinaggagawa ko nung mga nakaraang linggo, sa pagkabitin ko nung fete, sa batang nagpakyut sa 'kin habang nakapila sa common restroom ng seattle's best sa eastwood, sa nakakasakit-ulong mga batang "groupies" ni ma'am cynthia, sa bago kong hinahangaan na si robert capa, sa mahal kong si ben wallace, sa pagiging beinte kuwatro, sa summer solstice na pumapatak sa bersdey ko, sa napakagulo kong desk, sa officemate kong napakakulit, sa dream car ko na nakaparada sa may animal house sa jupiter, sa daddy kong guwapo at mahal ko na nasa puerto princesa ngayon (na ayaw akong isama kahit na naka-leave naman ako).
(ang dami ko sigurong magiging hits dahil sa entry na 'to.)
sa dami ng puwede kong isulat dito, siguro mapupurga kayo sa'kin.
kaya hindi na lang.
but before i go, i'd like to leave you with this: (i just couldn't resist.)
 
have a teenagedsuperhyper new cynthia alexander fan + annoy/amuse the goddess so she gets teenagedsuperhyper newbie to sing "comfort in your strangeness" up front + teenagedsuperhyper newbie belts "comfort in your strangeness" in all your out-of-tune glory + teenagedsuperhyper newbie jumbles up the words a bit + the look on kevin roy's face = priceless.
too bad i wasn't able to take the part when kevin roy was super slouched on his chair, squirming, hands covering both ears. parang gusto nya magtago sa ilalim ng mesa. that would've been more priceless. sayang, sayang, sayang.
sana 'wag akong singilin ni kevin roy o ng manager nila ng talent fee dahil ginamit ko picture nya. magagalit kaya s'ya? hindi naman sya ang pinagtatawanan natin dito eh. =)
o s'ya, paalam na sa inyo. muna.
at umihip si hanging amihan bandang 12:31 am
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
and i'm still not going to post... =b
at umihip si hanging amihan bandang 09:58 am
Saturday, June 12, 2004
saw it last night at greenbelt 3's mycinema. (it was my first time in that undersized theater and it felt so... cramped. the guy from bsmg, though, is very nice, even bringing in a stool from the lounge since homer and i had no choice but to stand along the walkway.)
i will not, and cannot, say that i did not like the film. it's one of the more substantial and worth-watching Pinoy films created during my time. (and please, correct people who say it's a sexy or a bold flick. it is not. i would feel insulted and disrespected if i were mario o'hara. just because it has sex and nudity in it doesn't follow that it is a bold flick -- or at least, that's what i'd like to think.) but it's not the kind i would like (or can stand) to watch all over again. parang nung nanood ako ng "live show" (wherein i stole my dad's copy to see why certain people were such in distress over the film). we ought to salute mario o'hara though for not sugar-coating the lives of the people who live such lives -- bangkeros-slash-construction workers, homeless prostitutes, taong grasas, men and women who have gone out of their wits, kids who subsist on rugby then feast on garbage bags from jollibee, former carnival performers. not a lot of our local directors -- or at least, the more famous ones and those who do full-length movies -- will, or can, have the balls to do that. (maybe because they believe they should be soft on the viewers and because their primary reason is to entertain?)
but watching "babae..." felt like being served a plate heaping with poverty and i had no other choice but to munch through it. it felt heartbreaking and excruciating and terrible with every bite.
maybe it's just not the kind of film i'd like to watch after a day's work. maybe it's just not the kind of film i'd like to watch when i'm already worn-out and jaded. maybe watching "babae..." felt tedious for me because last night, i found myself in denial of what's actually going on in some places of my beloved country, because it's dreadful and ugly and disturbing and painful.
it didn't feel like a film. it felt like a documentary of our lives.
by the way, happy independence day, everyone.
at umihip si hanging amihan bandang 11:32 am
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
i feel bad about laughing at eddie gil while watching bubble gang friday night with my dad.
i mean, sure, the guy's crazy and bizarre and enormously funny pero tao pa rin 'yun 'no. kawawa naman, pinagtatawanan natin.
"ay, ayoko na manood. kawawa naman si eddie gil."
and it made my dad laugh even more.
putek.
nakaka-guilty naman talaga eh. isipin mo tatay mo si eddie gil. gusto mo bang pinagtatawanan ng buong pilipinas tatay mo? gusto mo bang nakikita tatay mo sa tv na tabingi wig nya tapos nakakatawa itsura nya? gusto mo bang nagpapa-uto tatay mo kila ogie alcasid at michael v.?
ayoko nga.
saka nakakaawa naman talaga itsura ni eddie gil eh. parang nakita ko sa mga mata nya na iniisip nya na "wow, sikat ako. ang galing. natutuwa sila sa'kin. sige, magtatanga-tangahan pa 'ko..." di ba nakakaawa?
tsk, tsk, tsk...
pwede bang maglakad sa drive-thru? eh magbike? mag-skateboard? magkotse-kotsehan?
now, you see why i contain myself? at umihip si hanging amihan bandang 01:37 am
...journal! kamusta ka na? long time no post ah.
tamad, tamad, tamad.
all of a sudden, i can't see the point in updating this journal when i really cannot and do not write about the things that i want to write about here.
what? you want me post here whatever i want to post?
hahaha! nah, you've got to be kidding. hindi pwede.
for reasons too personal. too personal that they are sore to the touch.
besides, i don't want to let everyone in on the juicy particulars of this chaotic, frenzied mind.
or do i?
someday, siguro.
but not now. no, no, no. (lalo na dahil nadiskubre ko kailan lang na merong mga naglista ng email addresses nila sa entry notification chuva nitong journal na 'to. at hindi ko sila kilala. at medyo nag-freak out ako. eh mga kaibigan ko nga hindi nakalista doon eh. yikes. meron na ba sa inyong nagcomment na s'ya si "online casino?")
i don't think i can afford to let everyone know so much.
someday. when, looking back, i can finally think no more of what happened and just laugh at the carelessness and heartlessness of some people and i will feel nothing else but amazement that i was (or, hopefully, we were) able to outlast this mess.
hindi kaya may apo na ako noon?
at umihip si hanging amihan bandang 01:30 am
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