Tuesday, May 28, 2013

10:17 PM | Eddie Romero, 1924-2013

The photo below with National Artist for Film Eddie S. Romero was taken only last February, and he was such in high spirits when we visited him. His death thus comes as a surprise. How does deal with the passing of a great man who has been a major influence? With disbelief -- and yet also with gratefulness that one has known him in life. When I was in college, Mr. Romero inducted me and the rest of the student officers into Silliman University's only existing film club. That was the first time I met the man, and I was awestruck. But also humbled by his down-to-earth self. We've subsequently named the Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee's film series after him, to honor his contributions to the world of cinema. He was such a darling man, and such an amazing filmmaker. His film, Ganito Kami Noon Paano Kayo Ngayon [1976], is the only film I know which had as its theme the very search to define the word "Filipino." And yet he did that without an inch of didacticism. Rest in peace, Manong Eddie. Thank you for all the great films -- even the gloriously pulpy Hollywood ones!

Labels: art and culture, directors, dumaguete, film, life, negros, silliman

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7:12 PM | Daft Punk Orange Latte Tuesday

I have been meaning to do this -- to blog consistently -- but I harbor excuses which teem by the thousands every single day. Foremost of which is that I have been quite busy, and Facebook and Tumblr and Twitter and Pinterest seem to have become the default platforms for the reportage of everyday things. Every new social media network that comes inadvertently chip away one more specific function we used to do under the generous umbrella of "blogging." And so we come to blog intermittently, using it only as an archive of sorts for our longer pieces which would have been too extravagant for the ADHD nature of other social media. And yet, every time I visit this blog, some sort of nostalgia kicks in for those glory days when blogging was all, whether in Blogger or LiveJournal, and finding and visiting each other's blogs was what composed an online community. I remember we took care to personally encode the html links to every blogger we were following, and took care to make every daily post we make a virtual essay of such concentrated opinion. (We were quite loquacious!) I also remember the early flak: those early dissenters who complained that what we were doing -- blogging -- was not writing but mere hisses in the wild world of online noise. How strange those comments are now. Nevertheless. Here we go again. Let's restart.

Labels: blogging, life, web and tech

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Sunday, May 26, 2013

8:33 PM | Capturing the Green Light

I loved every bright, love-struck, imperfect frame of Baz Luhrmann's adaptation of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby.



How can I not love it? It's knowing anachronism, its lyrical madness, its joyful brashness is much in keeping with the spirit of the book, a tome I read at least once a year. If he had witnessed this cinematic incarnation of his book, Fitzgerald would have approved. The film, too, fulfills the requirements of the book nerd in me: for one thing, there is the ingenious use of Francis Cugat’s original book cover art—the eyes floating in a sea of ominous blue—which turns up as one of the haunting billboards straddling the Valley of Ashes.



And then there’s that matter of the movie’s last shot: Nick Carraway's finished manuscript with the title, "Gatsby," typewritten across the white page. Then we get his hesitation as Craig Armstrong’s score swells, and then we see his decisive act to append two more words to the title, to finally read: "The Great Gatsby." That struck me as the character's—and the movie's—final assessment of the man. It is a melodramatic flourish invented by Luhrmann, and how I loved it.

The film is already a box-office hit – but, alas, the film is taking some unfortunate (albeit expected) drubbing from critics who think the film does a disservice to the beloved novel. For me, the only reason why many critics think the novel is unfilmmable is because the text is so popular, and so deeply ingrained in the popular consciousness, that it has become a "movie in our heads" -- and no adaptation by anyone can ever touch the version we have already envisioned. But as Jessica Zafra puts it, "Whoever complains of [the film's] excesses did not get the book"—and this is from somebody who loves the book with some madness. I've noticed though that two groups of people do get the film—writers (like Zafra) and scholars. They love it like I do.

I came away from it devastated by how tragic we can all become in the name of love. We all have Daisies in our lives: those unreachable objects of our affectionate yearnings and desires that when stripped bare ultimately reveal themselves to be empty and shallow—all shining surfaces, but rotten and indifferent to the core. That doesn't matter. The unsullied yearning and the hopefulness, encapsulating the purity of our pursuit, are the only things that matter.

Labels: film, life, love, writing

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Wednesday, May 01, 2013

8:44 PM | Time. It Bends.

Richard Linklater's Before Sunrise (1995).



Richard Linklater's Before Sunset (2004).

Labels: film, life

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Friday, April 05, 2013

10:41 PM | Movie Lover

I have no recollection of discovering the writings of Roger Ebert, but I know I've always been a fan for as long as I can remember. His reviews were ones I always seek out, to sort out my own thoughts about movies, and to have my own sounding board when I want to debate about them. I think he mattered to me -- perhaps even more than Paulene Kael -- because Roger made the movies matter on a very personal level: it wasn't a "sexual" thing, like Kael does it -- what Roger did was to bring humanity to his reviews of the films, and yet he was smart and accessible at the same time. Everything else about him resonated, too: I loved how he embraced life and its diversity. I loved how he championed "overlooked" films. I loved how he embraced beautiful language and being liberal and intelligent debates and social media. I did now always agree with his film reviews, but he has always been a hero to me. You will be missed, Mr. Ebert. Cinema is not going to be the same without your voice.




Some brilliant tributes from everywhere in the web:

The New York Times : Douglas Martin examines Roger as a movie critic for the common man.
Chicago Sun-Times : Obituary from the paper he worked for all these years.
NPR : Linda Holmes gets right what I feel about Roger Ebert's passing. A strange kind of sadness.
The Atlantic : Spenser Kornhaber on Roger and writing.
The New Yorker : Roger's legacy as a film critic.
Time : Steven S. Duke, a former colleague, reflects on the journalism legend.
Slate : Dana Stevens on Roger the mentor, prolific sharer of links, cooking philosopher, and lover of the movies.

Labels: film, people

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Sunday, March 24, 2013

1:47 PM | Café Midnight

It would not be too hard to believe, sometimes, that if you bleed a Dumagueteño, you would get caffeine.

I am talking of the young sort of Dumagueteño—these creatures who inhabit the new cafes mushrooming everywhere. This increasingly discriminating crowd know their Colombian from their Java quite well, and some of them have elevated the coffee snobbery with breathy mentions of French presses and self-roasted beans, and who can then quietly condescend with a measure of grace this way: “No latte for me, milk ruins coffee”—I’m talking about you, Greg Morales.



Most of them, of course, are college students—the denizens who best define Dumaguete—who need that extra rush to the brain to get them through the midnight hours grappling with the insane volumes and reams of data needing absorption before the next day’s exams or paper deadlines. They buzz with such academic fervor, these islands of students spread everywhere in the city at night: medical students, and business students, and medical technology students, and education students—all kinds of students—bent over their laptops, dancing the fine line between spreadsheets and papers and temptations of Facebook and Twitter. Their horde wouldn’t be quite noticeable in the sum of things if Dumaguete were a bigger city: but small as the city is, the crowds that buzz in such places as Qyosko’s Café Espresso, The Bean Connection, Café Antonio, Café Mamia, Bo’s Boulevard, Poppy’s, and the absolutely last resort we call Kofficcino are more than noticeable. They create a kind of spectacle. In a city that goes to sleep, they are the only signs of waking life.

I should know this. They are my people.

This crowd, of course, requires only four things: [1] that the wifi is fast, [2] that the coffee is robust and affordable, [3] that the outlets to plug in laptops and pads are scattered aplenty, and [4] that the freedom to stay for as long as they pore over their books are unfettered. The generosity with which most of these local cafés attend to these requirements is astonishing—and I get the feeling they don’t really lose out in the bargain. (I’ve noticed that places that do skimp on wifi because they fear the slow turn-over of customers, for example, are—to use a local term—almost always gilangaw. Most likely this is because the tech savvy who do eat out feel the Scrooge-like pinch of not being able to Instagram their meal. And to quote Willie Revillame: “You don’t do that to me!”)

You sense among these people an arcane knowledge of some sort of time table: afternoons are best in Poppy’s where the hazelnut mocha is addictive and the natural light is comforting, but the café—so near Silliman—closes way too early. Around 10 p.m. or so, most of them will find their way to Qyosko or The Bean; in these popular places, the thing to do is to brave the crunch and the tight spaces for a share of the wifi and the affordable food—arroz balao and buttered garlic chicken and an assortment of all-day breakfasts, with a cup of latte to wash it all down.

Bo’s along the Boulevard, when you can afford it, seems perfect for the coffee nomad. I tend to spend hours and hours there, my productivity stoked by its easy ambience, for some reason. It helps that its barista staff are the friendliest in town—and you know their names, too: Allan, Mac, Christian… And sometimes, it is that barista factor that makes a café home. It is the same with The Bean. But what I love the most in The Bean is its devilish concoction in their moist chocolate cupcake. Every night when I am there—and it is often—that round piece of heaven calls to me like a long-lost lover, rebuffed only by the thoughts of having to endure extra minutes at the treadmill. (And yet, often, the cupcake wins.)

The Bean, alas, closes too soon after midnight. And so, for many, the only place to really grind away the night till it turns to morning is the 24-hour haven of Qyosko—where they play the best dance/house music around 2 a.m., for some reason. Around that hour, the midnight crowd surges alongside the ones poring over their books, and the place becomes full of people demanding for their burger steak or their lomi or their pochero. Where do these people come from, and why are they not asleep? is a question I have learned never to answer. But Qyosko has become home to many of us, and so have many of these cafés.

Except for the sad ones.

It’s past midnight now in the McDonald’s along Perdices Street, and I cannot think. They have turned the music up much too loud for some reason I suspect borders on the diabolical. How else can it be? The sound pounding my ears seems designed for repulsion, perfectly tuned to keep my residency in this establishment to the barest minimum, its welcome extending only as far as lining up at the cashier. We want your money, the blasting music says, but please go away soon. I understand the capitalist notion of keeping occupancy flowing, but there are subtle ways of doing it: paint your walls orange, for example. But what you have is indeed sound conspicuously designed not to make you feel welcome—and I resent that. Because I have just ordered my tumbler of perfectly banal iced coffee, and have just settled on one small table planning to read a few essays for Monday’s nonfiction class. But I cannot read. And I cannot think.

I call over one of the busgirls. She ambles towards me like a robot. “Can you please turn down the volume of your music?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” she says in that tired way that betrays she has heard this request before, and has no intention of ever complying.

True enough, I wait five more minutes—and nothing happens. The infernal racket McDonald’s calls music continues. So I make it win the battle. I give up. I get up, and I go home. I reason away that you do not stay in a place that does not make you feel welcome. The only way anyone can repay such discourtesy is not to give it your business.

Labels: coffee, dumaguete, life

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Saturday, March 16, 2013

10:19 PM | No Way

I will have nothing to do with something where, to get anything in return, you are asked to be an asshole.

Labels: life

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

7:48 PM | Confessions of Some Reluctance

When I am secretly accused of doing something wicked that I have not done, I am amused. And I think I have enough of an imagination to go ahead and commit it -- expectations demand it. I have already been found wanting, I might as well abandon the scale and leave it reeling.

Labels: life

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Saturday, March 09, 2013

8:52 PM | Films From StorySpace

Eleven short films by student filmmakers from Silliman University are slated to make their premieres on 11 March 2013 for StorySpace: The Fourth 61 Short Film Festival at the Audio-Visual Theater 1 of the Multimedia Center.

The short film festival, which is sponsored by the College of Mass Communication, the Societe des Cinephiles, and the Cultural Affairs Committee, brings together the works by students from various colleges in the university.



In Jo Simone Vale's Ugma na Lang, six-year-old Clarence has decided to run away. As he steps out of the comforts of his home, he is daunted by what lies beyond the protection of their gate. In the end, it's up to Clarence to discover how far he can indeed run.



In Greena Pesalbon's Trust, Jonathan and Sarah are newly engaged and totally in love. But there's a bump in their relationship when Sarah goes missing. It is now up to Jonathan to find his lost love ... or is it?



In Tara de Leon's Temperomine, graduating senior Mark dela Cruz isn't a model student. In fact, he might not be graduating at all. An opportunity he can't refuse presents itself, but will it be really worth it?



In Pamela Lazalita's Sinking Hearts, Rhea meets Chris in the summer. It is love at first sight for the both of them. Everything seems to be going perfectly but a devastating truth will soon crush their entire relationship.



In Henzonly Alboroto's Shutterlife, Max lives and breathes pictures. Faced with problems which he feels he can barely take, he seeks the comfort of photography -- but soon discovers that it’s going to take more than pressing buttons to save himself.



In Handen Cadiente's One Way Out, Krista is dying to escape from two things: her rocky relationship with Michael and her nightmare of a crazy woman who seems to want to kill her. When a car ride goes awry, it is up to Krista to save herself, or die trying.



In Jennis Miranda's John, the title character is contented with his life. He doesn’t mind that his room is a pathetic excuse for a dumpster, that his aunt seems to never let him have any fun, or that his best friend seems to never run out of things to talk about. Then he meets Leslie.



In Melissa Pal's Jeepney, Casey goes to work aboard a jeepney thinking it would be another ordinary day. Little does she know that destiny has a few tricks up its sleeves: she has to face the word "closure."



In Raymond Cutillar's F*ed, Alixander is a graduating student but he has just received an F from a particularly trying teacher. Now he hatches some plans, most of them desperate, to redeem himself, to get a grade, and to finally graduate.



In Nolan Rhey Saraña's Evelyn, a young man gets his heart broken by his cheating girlfriend. He escapes the city, but soon finds himself attracted to a mournful spirit which has trapped him in a world where only the two of them exist. How does he escape Evelyn's spell?



And finally in Stephen Abanto's Dagit: Have You Got Time for a Story?, Esteban and Manu meet, and a spark of something electric seems to overwhelm them. Then one of them starts to tell the other a story of epic proportions -- which will decide ultimately what is going to happen.

The event marks another turning point in creating a film community in Dumaguete City. I believe many of the entries of this year’s festival ups the ante in terms of quality and imagination. It is high time that Dumaguete starts becoming known as a film hub in the region. Film from previous editions of the festival, such as Mahogany Rae Bacon’s Marry Me, Stephen Abanto’s Café Les Back, and Razceljan Salvarita’s I Am Patience, have represented Dumaguete City in CinemaRehiyon, the annual festival of regional films.

The jury for this year’s festival includes Maria Cecilia Genove, Annabelle Lee-Adriano, Moses Joshua Atega, Earnest Hope Tinambacan, Sonia SyGaco, Brian Arbas Rimer, Yvette Malahay-Kim, and Marx Itturalde. The winning entries will represent Dumaguete in next year’s CinemaRehiyon.

Admission to the festival is free.


UPDATED:

The following films were adjudged winners of the various categories in StorySpace: The 4th Sixty-One Short Film Festival held last March 11, Monday at 7 PM at the Audio-Visual Theater 1 at the Multimedia Center:

Best Short Film: Ugma na Lang, with director Johannes Simone Vale
Winner of the Special Jury Prize: Jeepney, with director Melissa Pal
Achievement in the Cinematic Arts: Dagit: Have You Got Time for a Story?, with director Stephen Abanto
Audience Choice Award: Ugma na Lang, with director Johannes Simone Vale
Best Director: Melissa Pal for Jeepney
Best Actor in a Leading Role: [TIE] Steven Joseph Credo in F*ed and Mardie Gabriel Limbaga Erojo in Ugma na Lang
Best Actress in a Leading Role: Jhenzee Jardin in Jeepney
Best Actor in a Supporting Role: Noel Canobas in F*ed
Best Actress in a Supporting Role: Johannes Simone Vale in Shutterlife
Best Screenplay: Raymond Vincent Cutillar for F*ed
Best Editing: Stephen Abanto, Jed James Wasawas, Henzonly Alboroto, and Johannes Simone Vale for Ugma na Lang
Best Cinematography: Stephen Abanto for Dagit: Have You Got Time for a Story?
Best Original Musical Score: Kokoi Guinto for Ugma na Lang
Best Original Song: Finpot for Shutterlife
Best Sound Design and Editing: Jerry Angelo Catarata for Ugma na Lang
Best Production Design: Melissa Pal for Jeepney
Best Costume Design: Miguel Salvania for Dagit: Have You Got Time for a Story?
Best Make-up Design: Nicole Villanueva for Dagit: Have You Got Time for a Story?
Best Poster Design: F*ed

Labels: art and culture, dumaguete, film, school, silliman

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Tuesday, March 05, 2013

5:19 PM | Thirteen Fellows Accepted to the 52nd Silliman University National Writers Workshop

Thirteen writers from all over the Philippines have been accepted as workshop fellows. They are Corina Marie B. Arenas, Nolin Adrian de Pedro, Patricia Mariya Shishikura, Brylle Bautista Tabora, and Lyde Gerard Villanueva for poetry; Tracey dela Cruz, Sophia Marie Lee, Rhea Politado, and Patricia Verzo for fiction; Jennifer dela Rosa Balboa, Ana Felisa Lorenzo, and Arnie Q. Mejia for creative nonfiction; and Mario Mendez for drama. They will be joined by special Singaporean fellows Christine Leow and Nurul Asyikin from Singapore Management University.

Labels: art and culture, dumaguete writers workshop, silliman, writers, writing

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Monday, March 04, 2013

1:51 AM | Ronald McDonald is an Ungracious Host

It’s past midnight in the McDonald’s along Perdices Street, and I cannot think. They have turned the music up much too loud for some reason I suspect borders on the diabolical. How else can it be? The sounds pounding my ears are designed for repulsion, perfectly tuned to keep my residency in this establishment to the barest minimum, its welcome extending only as far as lining up at the cashier. We want your money, the blasting music says, but please go away soon. It is indeed sound designed not to make you feel welcome—and I resent that. I have just ordered my tumbler of perfectly banal iced coffee, and have just settled on one table planning to read a few essays for Monday’s nonfiction class. But I cannot read. I cannot think.

I call over one of its busgirls. “Can you please turn down the volume of your music?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” she says in that tired way that betrays she has heard this request before, and has no intention of ever doing.

True enough, I wait five more minutes—and nothing happens. The infernal racket McDonald’s calls music continues.

So I make it win the battle. I give up. I get up, and I go home.

You do not stay in a place that does not make you feel welcome. The only way anyone can repay such discourtesy is not to give it your business.

Labels: coffee, dumaguete, food, school

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Saturday, March 02, 2013

5:09 PM | Songs to the Tune of Life

I choose my songs as commentary on my life at present -- one song on a constant loop sometimes going on forever, until every sound and nuance of it get under my skin, to remind me in a subliminal way what must move forward, and what must be undone.

Labels: life, love, music

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

6:52 PM | Heartbreak Part 14

Why do I worry that he cannot love me? Is my life incomplete without his love? Every day I tell myself that such infatuation—because I refuse to believe it is anything else but an infatuation—cannot be the center of me, and I make a good show of going about my days bearing with the weight of adult cares and the haphazard pursuit of the good life—and yet, in my quiet moments, when things go still and all I have left is the shattering intimacy of my own company, my mind searches for meaning that only the heart understands in secret but does not yield readily the answers. I tell myself so many things. I tell myself, Enough. I tell myself, You have gone through these before, the tremors of heartbreak you thought you could not survive, but did. I tell myself, What else can you do for love without bankrupting your sanity? But it all boils down to a heart-wrenching truth I understand only the way the dying stars feel their own dimming: that he cannot love me. How does one bear such awful truth.

Labels: fiction, life, love

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Friday, January 18, 2013

12:43 AM | Oscar 2013 Checklist

A checklist of all the Oscar-nominated films from 2012...

☑ Amour
☑ Argo
☑ Beasts of the Southern Wild
☑ Django Unchained
☑ Les Misérables
☑ Life of Pi
☑ Lincoln
☑ Silver Linings Playbook
☑ Zero Dark Thirty
☐ The Master
☑ Flight
☑ The Impossible
☑ The Sessions
☑ Brave
☐ Frankenweenie
☑ ParaNorman
☐ The Pirates! Band of Misfits
☑ Wreck-It Ralph
☐ Kon-Tiki
☐ No
☐ A Royal Affair
☐ War Witch
☑ Moonrise Kingdom
☑ Anna Karenina
☑ Skyfall
☑ Mirror Mirror
☑ Snow White and the Huntsman
☐ 5 Broken Cameras
☐ The Gatekeepers
☐ How to Survive a Plague
☐ The Invisible War
☐ Searching for Sugar Man
☐ Hitchcock
☑ The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey
☐ Chasing Ice
☐ Ted
☑ Adam & Dog
☑ Fresh Guacamole
☑ Head over Heels
☐ Maggie Simpson in “The Longest Daycare”
☑ Paperman
☐ Asad
☐ Buzkashi Boys
☐ Curfew
☐ Death of a Shadow (Dood van een Schaduw)
☐ Henry
☑ The Avengers
☑ Prometheus

Labels: film, life, oscar

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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

1:38 PM | Deadline Extended for the 52nd Silliman National Writers Workshop

The Silliman University National Writers Workshop is extending the deadline of applications for the 52nd National Writers Workshop to 25 January 2012. Entries postmarked on that date will still be accepted. The workshop, to be held 6—24 May 2013 at the Silliman University Rose Lamb Sobrepeña Writers Village, is offering twelve fellowships to promising writers in the Philippines and three fellowships to promising writers from any of the countries in the ASEAN who want to have a chance to hone their craft and refine their style. Fellows will be provided housing, a modest stipend, and a subsidy to partially defray costs of their transportation.

 

All manuscripts should comply with the instructions stated below. (Failure to do so will automatically eliminate their entries). Applicants for Fiction and Creative Nonfiction fellowships should submit three to four (3-4) entries. Applicants for Poetry fellowships should submit a suite of seven to ten (7-10) poems. Applicants for Drama fellowship should submit at least a One-Act Play. For plays beyond the one-act length, a scene accompanied by a synopsis of the entire work should be included. Each fiction, creative nonfiction, or drama manuscript should not be more than 50 pages, double-spaced. We encourage you to stay well below the 50 pages, since a submission half that length is more than sufficient as a critical gauge. Poetry entries need not be double-spaced. Manuscripts should be submitted in five (5) hard copies. They should be computerized in MS Word, double-spaced, on 8.5 x 11 inches bond paper, with approximately one-inch margin on all sides. The page number must be typed consecutively (e.g., 1 of 30, 2 of 30, and so on) at the center of the bottom margin of each page. The font should be Book Antiqua or Palatino, and the font size should be 12. The applicant’s real name and address must appear only in the official application form and the certification of originality of works, and must not appear on the manuscripts. Manuscripts should be accompanied by the official application form, a notarized certification of originality of works, and at least one letter of recommendation from a literature professor or an established writer. All requirements must be complete at the time of submission. Send all applications or requests for information to Department of English and Literature, attention Prof. Ian Rosales Casocot, Workshop Coordinator, 1/F Katipunan Hall, Silliman University, 6200 Dumaguete City. For inquiries, email us at silliman.cwc@gmail.com or call 035-422-6002 loc. 350.

Labels: art and culture, dumaguete, dumaguete writers workshop, silliman, writers, writing

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Tuesday, January 08, 2013

11:01 PM | You and Me

"I'm trying to understand this new dynamic between us. It's not as simple as, 'You either want me or you don't.' I know that. I hate that. Keeping you in my life might kill me. But letting you go will."

Anonymous

Labels: life, love, quotes

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2:21 PM | We Are Worthy of Being Loved.

You know how sometimes you stumble on a track, and everything about it captures you, that you just have to sit down and bawl your eyes out, because the song is saying everything that your heart keeps but you are in denial over? Such is Blind Pilot’s “The Story I Heard” from 3 Rounds and a Sound. It doesn’t even have to be about what the lyrics tell you. It just has to be about the sound, the lilt in the melody and the strumming of the guitar that whacks you with so much … uncanny knowing. I cried in my chair today while I was contemplating how sad I am now, how utterly helpless. All I know is that my wish is simple: that someday you will see me the way I see you. Right now, baby, I’m the most invisible being in the entire universe.

Labels: film, life, love, music

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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

4:02 PM | It's Your Fault

It has got to be said: if you're lining up to buy a ticket to watch Si Enteng, Si Agimat, at Ako, then you're part of the problem, and you don't even know it. Stop whining about the state our country is in -- the execrable pop pieces that masquerade as culture, the bloated egos of actors ruining our politics, the continued dumbing down of a people in the name of escapist entertainment. All of these, it's your fault.

Labels: film, life, politics

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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

3:39 PM | Boorstin, Check.

I'm finally done reading all of Daniel Boorstin's The Discoverers. It took almost seventeen years -- seriously! -- but I'm finished with its finely printed 716 pages. (When I realized I had one more page to go, I screamed like a schoolgirl.) I stumbled onto this book in Krevo's old bookshelf back in college, read a few of its tantalizing pages, and swore to have my own copy. Three years later, I received mine from Amazon. And it has been a pleasurable, albeit long, read since then. I couldn't finish it for a long time simply because it was dense and was filled with so much information, it demanded to be devoured slowly. (And, of course, life happened.) But now I'm done with one major unfinished business in my life, and it feels good.

Labels: books, life

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Monday, December 24, 2012

4:41 PM | Afternoon of Christmas Eve

I waited until the early afternoon to do my noche buena shopping. I couldn't resist the idea of becoming lost in the surge of people, and I was not disappointed. The day was crowded. That didn't faze me. On the contrary. I waited patiently in line with my basket of groceries, reading a few paragraphs of Daniel Boorstin's The Discoverers while listening to Yo-Yo Ma playing Pyotr Illich Tchaikovsky's Andante Cantabile for Cello Solo and String Orchestra. The music did it for me: set to it, the crowd looked almost cinematic, the hubbub reduced to a kind of slow motion that was amusing. I love how I manage to entertain myself.

Labels: dumaguete, holidays, life, music

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