Monday, February 13, 2012

Valentines Socks!

No, the title is not a clever pun nor a typo. I received socks from my boyfriend a few days before Valentines. I thought the socks were just one of the many random gifts he usually gives me but this one is specifically for Valentines. Yes, socks for Valentines.

At first, I told him not to tell anybody that he gave me socks for Valentines because well, it is a weird gift. He just replied with a smirk plus an uncomfortable chuckle. Not that I do not like what he gave me. In fact, I do not really fancy participating in such a capitalist-notion holiday. I do not want him to tell anybody, because, well, aside from being weird, it is almost embarrassing.

This is the part where he does not get why it is embarrassing. I even dared him that I will ask the opinion of the FB populace and for sure that the outcome will be in my favor. Again, he just replied with his trademark chuckle adding that I should probably ask people exactly on Valentines day.

But now, I changed my mind. I will not ask you people whether receiving socks for Valentines is weird and embarrassing (no question that it is!).

Mylove,

Words are not enough to tell you how grateful I am to have you in my life. You know that due to my weight gain, my ankles are always sore and often painful. Those socks really are comfortable and I just realized how sweet it is that you thought of that. Some people (including you, haha) would call it practical but for me it is more than that. Your love transcends all the cliches and formula of falling and being in love. I know that you always look after me and those socks are one of the proofs that true love, most of the time does not need to be expensive, glitzy or extravagant.

I don't have anything to give you this Valentine besides the promise that you can always count on me to cheer you up when you are feeling down or be that smoldering fire to perk up your... er, life.

Thank you for making me fall in love with you everyday -- for being that best pair of socks which make my life so comfortable and then some. ;)

photo by Bonks :)

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

near miss. near hit.

The title of this note was inspired by the late performance artist, stand-up comic, atheist, and one of the most intelligent person in the world -- George Carlin. His pieces on life, god and politics really appeal to me that my New Years resolution is about taking chances. Georgy said " Take a fucking chance will ya?" and I said aye.

digress mode:
Americans are very happy that they finally tasted vengeance with the death of Osama bin Laden. CNN, Fox and other news agencies reported another threat from the remaining allies of bin Laden, who vows retaliation. Culture of fear maintained, the media at the fore of perpetuation.

Carlin compared 'near miss' from 'near hit' as part of his piece on the bovine poo airline announcements give us. Though at this moment this near miss/hit is probably the best line (that I could come up of at this moment) that would describe how this day went.

The turmoil of our soul, of our body of our heart, of our mind, of our mind specially, to be satiated has always been the struggle for people who has the option, of believes in the illusion that they do have an option. I am one of these people, I know that options are constructs made to make us feel human and capable -- so that we just don't grab a knife to slit open our necks. Yes, I play along the notion that there is an option. What better way to induce this illusion if not by words, words whose syntax be manipulated will be a foolproof concoction of remedy for the soul.

George Carlin - Airline Announcements

bitter mode:
Cheating is genderless. You womanizing adulterer, stop fooling yourself that you are doing things out of love. You say now that you don't want to be a saint no more? What egotistic stupidity pill are you taking nowadays? People like you should just rot in hell, if ever such place does exist. I just can't help seeing your nonsensical yapping, so yes I will delete you as a friend, after you've seen this maybe. I hope that play thing you consider the vanguard of your manhood rot, just like your soul.

Words fascinate me though I am not in full command of them. To be frank I sometimes let them take control of me. To just flow in me and grip my veins. I am not afraid to say the wrong things, though I am always quick to make it right, or at least try. Wait, words are neither my master, because like option, like god, like freedom, like the Easter bunny, like love they are all just constructs.

so yeah, it was a near miss today. but thanks to the kind and very understanding people in the CAL 101, I was able to know that I do have to grade to get in Art Studies. I am just so excited. 3 sems (or less) and I can have more time to sleep and drink. hehe.

and

today was a near hit too. don't ask.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Philippine Cinema: wish for you on a falling star...

If Julie Andrews can sing a song of her favorite things when the dog bites and the bee stings, let me enlist things I dream and hope for Philippine Cinema (so help me god):

5. Leave the hosting to Kris Aquino
This does not only goes out to lambaste Kris Aquino and her acting prowess or the lack thereof. But more of my wish that the culture of looking up to film actors should not rely on connections, on looks but well on the acting ability itself. I do not exempt myself from having artista crush (Yes, Papa John Lloyd, someday you and I will be! *swoon*), but I wish that soon there will be a new breed of actors or the actors of now will pay more attention to their acting and will be vigilant enough to accept films worthy of acting in. I know this wish is a bit far-fetched for there is a deep and long history of how the people perceive film actors and casting in the mainstream film industry. For now, not seeing Kris Aquino in any movies will be good enough for me, for now.

4. And the award goes to...
Like all art forms, having an award in film making is an essential standard for one film maker to say that he has made it in the industry. I am all for awards and recognition, but it is just sad to realize that as years go by most award giving bodies in the film industry had lost pristine reputation. That it just became a playground where groups can boost their egos by handing out pieces of brass (or whatever material). I am not generalizing that all award giving bodies in the Philippine film is this way. Though maintaining a standard in the industry is problematic and close to being just a dream, I wish for the day that these awards are handed out to people who are really deserving. That the Metro Manila Film Festival for one will stop showing sequels of past box-office hits. That there will be a true award giving body for digital and alternative films.

3. 50 pesos or less is enough.
I took up Korean Cinema a few years back but up until now I am envious of the Korean Film makers who enjoy government support in distributing and showing their works. You see in Korea, a cinema house is required to follow a quota in showing Korean films vis-a-vis Hollywood films. Distribution and showing a film is essential in appreciating film in the first place. That for me, there will never be a 'film consciousness' among the Filipino people up until we are exposed in films in general. That the cost of producing a film, the price to watch a movie, the price of a dvd or vcd (original) is far from affordable for the common Pinoy poses a great problem on distribution. I condone any criminal acts like piracy, but let us dig deeper on why the public (poor and rich alike) buy pirated dvd's. Is it just being cheap or the cost of enjoying a film is just too much? (I saw a study before that it is not piracy which caused the movie sales of Filipino films to plunder but it is because the watching public prefers Hollywood films. Will get back at you on this :P )

2. A new breed of film makers thrive!
Thank god for digital cinema and the opportunity it gave for people on the budget to make film. I do agree with Prof. Baumgartel that film production being affordable could has a couple of down side. But, FTW the fact that it allows film production to be enjoyed not only those who have the money is a good thing waves better than those of the bad.

1. May alternative independent films be given due recognition in the discourse of Philippine Cinema.
In connection with number 2 on this list, I think that enough space for discourse in the academe will really help boost and give space to alternative independent films. It is not enough to give film makers the boost in terms of distribution and production, but film being a live organism, it is a must that people who understands film be unwavering in the discourse of film particularly of alternative and independent films. I think that independent films is the new frontier, that it is a good thing film production is now enjoyed by people and not by just big production houses and media conglomerates.

final but not the end

Being in AWOL for more than two years, I made it a point that the classes I will enlist in are interesting to take and talk about. I chose AS177 for a couple of reasons, first it is very convenient, being it is just once a week (the scheduling of classes I am used to because that is how it is in Mass Comm where I came from), it is in the afternoon (I work at night and asleep most of the morning, lastly and most importantly, film is really an interest of mine.

The two years I quit school, I volunteered in an alternative media group which produces documentaries tackling and probing the issues of our times. When I was a member of Tudla Productions Inc., I was lucky enough to see and be part of film productions ultra indie-style. So when I see that there is a class about Philippine Cinema, I enlisted because I know it will deepen my understanding about cinema in the Philippines and to append in an academic way the things I've experienced before with regards to film.

The style of the class is very logical and not hard to follow. In every cinema 'era' the groups report on, there is a movie shown which is somewhat a representative of that time. Among all the films shown in class my favorite is Scorpio Nights (review). Well, I will not be a hypocrite and will admit that I am someone not new to sex scenes and porn movies but those in Scorpio Nights are just HOT. It made me feel that I am on in a secret, a passionate affair, in a love triangle destined to shatter in pieces. It was actually the only movie shown in the class that I ask friends to watch. hehe.

Tunay na Ina comes in a close second. I really enjoyed the drama, the story, the acting and the songs in this movie. It took me a couple of days to recover from LSS in lyrics such as "Kayo po ay maawa sa pulubing bata" and "Maligayang bati masaya na Pasko (with matching tears from Tita Duran who was forced to sing this happy Noel again despite the news her mother is very ill)"

All in all, my taking up Philippine Cinema made my semester fun and better. But with the end of the semester I must confess that I regret not having to speak up on times I feel like sharing my opinion in class about film and the Philippine society. I must admit that I felt a bit scare to share my progressive thoughts in class because one, I am afraid to be marginalized and second I do not want to be tagged as GnD tibak. I regret not having raised the topic of alternative media when the classed discussed 'Digital Film' (topic I reported on, que barbaridad lang hane?). Anyway, it may be the end of the semester and this class but my love for film is ever continuing. Perhaps, I was not able to share my thoughts in full while in the class, but there is the outside world (Hello World!!!) where I plan to participate and support the Philippine Cinema (particularly independent and alternative film makers!) Wooooo....

Mabuhay ang pelikulang Pilipino na sumasalamin at nagtatanong! Mabuhay ang mga manggagawang pangkultura na walang sawang makipamuhay at mamuhay sa mga lislis upang makagawa di pangunahin ng mga obra kundi ng pantulong sa pagmulat ng manonood at pagsisimula ng mga diskurso at malao'y ng pagbabago! :-D

Friday, December 10, 2010

Thoughts about Despair and other Morosities

“When you get to the end of the rope, tie a knot and swing” as the saying goes. If I may add proper background will help one to really tie a strong enough knot and not resort to knotting a noose. I kid you not, I plan to make a study about it, but I am sure that the mood one's playlist set affects the disposition of a person. So if you are sad, don't put on playlist 'early morn blues', don't listen to Lily Allen's song 'The Fear', do not even try to sing along Billy Holiday's rendition of 'Gloomy Sunday'. Instead put on happy songs like 'I Like to Move it', 'Shalala' or the likes of 'Happy'.

The problem of most people is that they embrace sadness. Blame the emongoloids who unwittingly and unshamefully pass off depression as a fad. If there is one thing great about sadness is that they keep people grounded on the the ugliness of people. The pointlessness of living that in a way makes people consider what is really important to them to waste away their life on. Unfortunately I do not own the pulpit on which I can lash on these eyeliner stricken nimrods, their foolishness of looking at sadness in a very drabby way.

I kid you not, I will go to the lengths of donning a habit, conjuring up the stance of a sterotypical friar, slicing the air with my zealous index finger, just to drive the err of these emo people.

Whenever people ask me about what makes me happy, I answer that nothing. I do not try to be happy per se, I am good with just realizing that I understand why I am happy or why I am sad. The lack of understanding of why I feel such is what drives me in despair. Sad makes me happy as long as I know why I am sad but happy makes me sad if the source of that happiness is an unknown. Yes, understanding is my comfort and at the same time my enemy. I envy/pity people who always say they understand. Simply because I do not understand them. I try to avoid them actually, not risking to have their pretensions to brush on me. This is the only time I will talk of understanding because in person it is just pointless to talk about it if no worthy fellow will spar with the concept. (and the snob in me is awake).

Another thing that irks me is when people say that one should feel better because there is always someone in deeper shit somewhere out there (people in Africa says who by the way). This non sequitur cycle of pinning down who sucks more makes me sick to my stomach. How can nature produce such a callous being that tramples on others despair just to make his seem better, as if they are in a contest? Our despair is ours alone to cherish and to battle. Leave other's despair. Don't gobble up on other's despair, you will have more of your dose sooner or later and when you do, I hope your neighbor will not say 'ha-ha' on your face.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

300 Years of Devotion to Ina

Bicolandia recently celebrated their 300 years of devotion to Nuestra Señora de Peñafrancia last 10-19 September 2010. Devotees from near and far flock the the streets and churches of Naga City to be part of this historical week-long celebration.

The celebration started with the Traslacion, where the image of Ina, as she is fondly cealled by her devotees, is transferred from the Peñafrancia Basilica Menore to the Naga Metropolitan Cathedral. Then it will end with the Virgin of Peñafrancia going back to the Basilica through a fluvial parade on Bicol river. In between this two weekends, holy mass and other community activities are held all around Naga, though I found out that other places also celabrate the feast of the Virgin of Peñafrancia, even reaching to other countries like New Zealand, Spain and in Seine, France where it all began.

In May 1943, Simon Vela, a wealthy man from France who became a chamber in a Franciscan monastery had a vision of the Lady asking him to look for the image of the Virgin Mary in Peña, France. But after 5 years of looking, he found the image hidden behind a big rock in Galicia Spain. In 1792, an official of the Spanish government went to settle in Cavite. The son, Miguel Robles de Covarrubias, who is then a seminarian in the University of Sto. Tomas, fell ill. His family called for the intercession of Nuestra Señora de Peñafrancia, and when Miguel got better, vowed to build a chapel in honor of the Virgin. When Miguel was ordained as a priest, he was sent to Naga and there he asked an artisan to carve an image of the Virgin. The miraculous power of the Virgin of Peñafrancia became known and the devotees started coming in from around the nearby towns and provinces.

For me, attending the Peñafrancia Fluvial Procession is also a beginning. I went there as a very curious tourist, an outsider if you may, and second as a student. We arrived in Pili, Camarines Sur airport Saturday 18th of September, it was hours before the procession at that time but it took us more or less an hour before we reached Naga. I was very excited that day, so after having lunch we went to Naga Metropolitan Cathedral to catch what's going on.

Upon arriving at the cathedral I notice 2 things, there were not too many people and it is just like any other usual atmosphere of a church on a Sunday. Blasphemous maybe, but at that moment, I was utterly unimpressed. We waited around to talk to some of the men who will carry and pull the float of Ina, careful not to start conversation with those who are obviously drunk. These men are called voyadores, having seen a group of young voyadores smoking in one corner of the church, I approached them, asked for a light, and then asked why on earth are other voyadores drinking while in this kind of celebration. Their answer was very simple: some of the voyadores drink alcohol scantily concealed in plastic and a straw because the stench of people inside the church and within the procession is just so repulsive that being under the influence of alcohol will definitely help one get through it.

We tried to get in the jampacked Metropolitan cathedral and when we did, it just surprises me that there really IS that unmistakable human stench. I said to myself then, is this the smell of sin vapors? Ha-ha. Joking aside, we were in and then gone from that church 5 minute tops.

Walking around the church square, I notice that people are starting to arrive, the sun burning hotter and me going more impatient. We went and wait for the procession to start in the outdoor altar together with what felt like a million people all with screaming and crying, snotty children. Being in an okay location, I decided to stay and wait for the procession to start. Every minute, I feel the people inching in on me, their warmth and sweat I can almost taste and the crying of the children drones louder. The procession should have started an hour ago, the people kept on coming, and while I am listening to the second praying of the rosary, I almost snapped. But then I realize that these people who were there with me at that time, these old people who seem to not mind the heat of the sun, the sweat, the smell, the waiting, do to not have any hint of impatience. I have to admit, that that realization felt like a light slap on the face, to me, an outsider to undermine and criticize this event.

Things became more clear to me when finally, the image of the Virgin of Peñafrancia was taken out of the cathedral and placed atop of the big sperical float. I am not a devotee, not even religious nor spiritual, but at that moment when the crowd was shouting “Viva La Virgen!” I too felt the energy. It was like the heat, sweat and impatience just melted away. I heard one middle-aged lady behind me crying and saying in bicolano “I want to see you Ina. Seeing you would make me the happiest.” I know I needed my place to take usable pictures, but feeling that kind of devotion from that lady I just had to give up my place and let her through to have a better view.

The streets looked like a sea of people waving handkerchiefs, the melodious duet of prayers and shouting “Viva La Virgen!” gave the procession a very festive yet solemn air. It is just unfortunate that I have to settle to wait in one of the bridge to see the fluvial parade because going any closer is just near impossible. All in all, the procession was a success, the lights of the Virgin of Peñafrancia's float is just magnificent. The people and the church really put an effort to give Ina the rightful devotion.

The feast of the Nuestra Señora de Peñafrancia made me reallize a couple of things. One, that these kinds of celebration is not only a means of expressing one's devotion but moreso expressing it in a very artistic way. Outside the churches there were a lot of makeshift stalls selling commemorative t-shirts, bracelets and key chains, most of which were beautifully made.

Another is that necessity is not only the mother of invention but it could be of art too, well, sometimes. You can see this as to how the design of the floats of Virgin of Peñafrancia and of Divina Rostro were constructed beautifully in a very functional and stylish way. It is a spehere, protecting the images from people who wants to climb the float because of one reason or another, at the same time giving the images a good appearance through making it stand out among the crowd and all.

The Filipino has always been devout of patrons and other religious figures, but for me experiencing it first hand sent me waves of confusion, seeing that the devotion is that strong. I am aware that after the fluvial procession of Nuestra Señora de Peñafrancia, I said to myself that I will never take part of such celebrations again. But now, after much pondering, I realized that I want to see more of it, perhaps next time I will go to the Nazarene procession in Quiapo or perhaps in Bocaue Bulacan pagoda fluvial parade. And surely, next year when I go to Naga during the feast of Peñafrancia , I will celebrate the feast with a deeper understanding than what I had the first time.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Why Can't My Life be a Musical?: XANADU

Yesterday, theater again showed me that life is good. As a class requirement we were asked to watch Xanadu in RCBC Theater. At first I was fidgety because our tickets are for on stage seats. Meaning, yeah, we are to sit on stage.

Xanadu by Atlantis Productions is a remake of the 1980 hit musical of the same title. Well, the movie did not do good, but that's another story.lol. The original Xanadu starred Olivia Newton John as Clio, Michael Beck as Sonny Malone, and other great stars under the direction of Robert Greenwald.


The story revolves around the life of a frustrated and suicidal artist Sonny Malone who have been trying to create a magnificent and meaningful work of art. In the midst of his frustration, the muses that Sonny Malone drew in his mural heard him and decided to help in his artistic endeavor. The muses then decided that their leader Clio put on a disguise as an Australian on skates and then meet Sonny Malone. Their meeting will then uncover strings leading to envy, greed, lost love and back to love itself.

In the Atlantis Production, Clio was played by Rachel Alejandro. Before, I know of Rachel as a good singer and actress, but when I saw her in Xanadu, she was amazing. For me it is her best role so far, she just awed me with how she can switch from Australian accent, to British , to southern accent, of course while most of the time in skates. Her voice prowess is unquestionable, her costume looked good on her, her acting is mesmerizing.



Though my favorite actor for the night is the one who played Calliope, the muse of epic. From the first scene my eyes and ears are glued on her. Her voice is divine, acting comes out naturally that once in a while I DO BELIEVE that she IS a muse! I've yet to know her name, but really she is just great.

Kudos also to the other actors who in between numerous costume change was able to bring it on all the time with a bang. Imagine that there were only 8 people acting, on my last count they portray 3 different characters   at the least through out the play.


Xanadu will be shown until September 19, I highly recommend it.
pics are from here and here
video is from here