Tuesday, March 1, 2011

brighter than moonbeams

a proposal for a hott summer project.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

when mind is might

Lumagpas ka sa kalyeng hinahanap. Kalimitang bumabalik, umiikot, naghahandang lumiko sa kanto na dapat puntahan. Mali nanaman ang nadaanan. Iikot ka ulit, hangga’t makita mo ang tama. Pasukin. Habang hinahanap mo, marami kang makikitang daluyan na magagamit mo sa ibang pagkakataon. Ngayon pag hinabol ka ng tulisan sa bandang kalyeng yan, may pagkakataon kang makapunta sa di ka mapapahamak. Eskinita palusot sa daanang malawak. Wag ka sanang mapasok sa pader ang dulo. Parang laman ng ulo ng ibang tao. Matataranta ka kung tarandado ka. Ligtas ka kung magiisip ka habang walang isip. Tigil?
i was enjoying my holiday. wus listening to The Thrills with their amazing music. got a sad SMS from my colleague that one of our artists passed away. sometimes you really can't help but question. but we gotta fight back right?. i have decided to leave the studio for the love of love. someone said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. holding our hands my love, you get into with me. it's to the finish.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

man vs. wild

Capoeira is the joke yet the serious conversation. It is the inner child yet the grown adult. Friend or foe. In a roda, it is the foe. Now that I made roda my friend, I have in turn made friends myself, and I found that. Before, I thought Capoeira was just something fun to do, just to be cool, do a kick, a flip, and call it a day. But I saw that this was something more. Capoeira is a dance, a song, a conversation between two capoeiristas, and I thought this would be something fun like Bboy-ing. So, I went ready to take on a challenge that I never knew was going to change my life slowly. I immediately realized that it was a lot harder than I thought. My maestro asked me, “Can you do a one-hand stand?” I thought it would be simple, I mean, kids do it all the time, so why couldn’t I? Well, I found out that I couldn’t do one to save my life. After repeating the embarrassing one-hand stand over and over, we started to do kicks up in the air. I was able to do these better, but I still felt foolish. But I’ll keep going. The atabaque is my heart, life is my berimbau, and everyone is clapping to the rhythm. SALVE!

Track for the week:

is it love or is it art?

I saw these good movies recently and made me think on how to, and about life. First is 127 Hours. The film has a number of cringe-inducing moments but squeamish viewers shouldn’t be entirely prevented from seeing the film in theaters. Though, they should probably plan to keep their eyes closed during a few of the more graphic moments. James Franco makes you feel every minute of this agony in a performance that is both exhausting and captivating. Wandering into childhood dreams, living by his wits while facing certain death and recording everything with a camcorder held in his hand, he acts in the moment and you live it with him, trapped by his side and vicariously sharing every mood shift. Loaded with tension, yet never claustrophobic, 127 Hours is a unique piece of work in which a good actor and an artistically director join forces to keep you gasping for oxygen all the way. Indeed, 127 Hours is not for the faint of heart – or the shabby of stomach. One true thing, it will make you realize that you’ll do everything if you want to live.
An Education is such a simple plot yet appealing film. It is Carey Mulligan, and it's a good thing she is so amazing, because without the perfect Jenny the film would crumble. Every line, every display of emotion, and every silent facial gesture, all of it, is so perfect it's hard to describe. She delivers this girl, considering the fact that this is a real girl, in a way that makes it genuinely difficult to forget that she isn't this girl. Moreover, she relays a likability that is impossible to ignore. One wrong move and this character lose her strength, her charm, and virtually all of her authenticity, and there just isn't one.
The best life is a lived life, they seem to argue — and an education doesn’t seem so fulfilling to the main character’s lonely teachers, who get only cold comfort from the knowledge they’ve devoted their lives to passing on. And I guess I don’t want to live like that.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

te amo infinito

capital H-I-M

Sometimes it can be frustrating when you meet a power-tripper or a boss who can be such a pain in the neck. SIR, treating the whole world as if it works for you doesn't suggest you're awesome, it means you're sad and alone. And oh, that shirt doesn't make you seem fugly and fat...but your dependence on others' opinions definitely makes you seem shallow. Careful in throwing those words. Or commenting sa mga sinasabi ko. Ngayon pa.
Fucking douchelord.


Some people simply grow old, but they never grow up. Clearly becoming more of an rotting assoholic because of old age.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

the king of the jungle roars for me, sweetie

Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it is free will.That's why I am so in a fucked up situation if I'm going to. or not. Should i pack? yes. no. But hell yes, I am very excited!
::HOPE I CAN SEE CLEARLY SOON::
Song of the day:

Sunday, February 6, 2011

yes, i am a sinner

I recently saw these on the tube and cinema and here are my thoughts: The Rite takes exorcism more seriously than I expected it to. It begins with the supposition that Satan is “alive and active in the world” and assumes that satanic possession takes place and that the rite of exorcism works. Otherwise, we wouldn't have a movie, would we? In metaphysical terms, I must immediately jump on the word “alive.” In what sense can a being that exists outside of time and space be said to be alive? Active, yes. Still, I found myself drawn in. It is sincere. It is not exploitative; a certain amount of screaming, frothing and thrashing comes with the territory. My own guess is that people get the demons they deserve. While true believers go into frenzies, the Egyptian government loses joy in their countrymen (sorry for being political). Anthony Hopkins was so fun to watch since being Hannibal Lecter. The Rite isn’t exactly good, it’s also surprisingly not-terrible, thanks in part to Hafstrom clear preference for spooky atmospherics - dark figures hunched in doorways, average, middle-class apartments that somehow look chilly despite their homey furnishings. And still makes me want to go there and get some great Italian experience.

Burlesque is irresistible from its first minutes, and over time it creates a whole atmosphere, not only onscreen but within the audience. It's big, perfectly cast and entertaining in every way, but more than that it feels like a generous public event. See it with other people. See it with a crowd. Very occasionally, there are films that can only be enjoyed ironically. This is one of them. It ain’t art, but the cast, with help from cheesiest-ever seduction scene and some hella good dance numbers, just about ensure you won’t lose interest. but, want some cookie?

After watching the 3 seasons, I can say True Blood stands out as one of the strongest series in an uncertain fall. Graphically sexy and scary, and often wildly funny. At matatapos ko na ang last season, and I just can’t wait for the next one. And do bad things with you!!!

Monday, January 31, 2011

se7en


7 wanderlusts. anything and everything about it. white sands. definitely paradise found.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

andrea's housewarming

::i LOVE my crazies::
i can still remember 2003 at the 33rd floor of Discovery Suites. funny thing how we all laughed and strolled and joked and played and danced and headbanged together. intertwined.

Friday, January 14, 2011

the tourist

With my bestfriends, we went to rockwell to catch a movie. we saw The Tourist. we did not let it pass since 2 of the most powerful and beautiful players in hollywood are in this. here's what i think about The Tourist: I kind of liked the Russian mob angle which was highlighted just enough and stops the repetitive torture of seeing Angelina constantly give a stripper-stare to Johnny Depp and all the supporting players. Speaking of the enigma character actor, seeing Depp play a normal role took some adjusting to. Once he is allowed to break out of the restraints of being boring, Depp slowly becomes the main attraction. Overall, The Tourist is a conservative piece that tries to be playful. It was obviously made to be an instant classic. Yet contemporary. One will find moments that are just uneventful. Similar to being on a guided tour. A few stops along the way are worthless but occasionally something interesting keeps your mind involved. Sticking with the guided tour comparison, this movie is more a tour of the plain Australian outback as opposed to the eye-catching ruins of the Romans. Then, we enjoyed the vintage pop of Filling Station in Makati. Vodka+Margarita+Rootbeers. Yeah, just like a tourist.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

looking for the joke with a microscope

after dealing with all these graphic artists for the entire freakin week, me and my colleagues went to Mr. Kurosawa to re-focus. we enjoyed French-Japanese items like tempura or gyoza souflaits, steaks and fine wines; Greek-Japanese items like Japanese kebabs and salads; Spanish-Japanese items like the japaella; and Italian-Japanese items such as pastas and pizza. And this is complemented with traditional Japanese favourites such as kobe, teriyaki, tempura, donburi, sushi and sashimi. If my taste buds served me right, the mango and cheese combo in IWO JIMA pizza was also mixed with cubes of chicken teriyaki and sesame seeds. It’s so flavorful enough for you to forget worries of daily living. it will be a long road for the first quarter. but i guess, we're up for it. it's 2011! i want a worry-free zone unless you will not ask for it. i used to believe authenticity could be achieved solely by describing, in our own words, one's fragment of experience.if our greatest fear is to sink away alone and unremembered, the brutality that time will inflict upon each of us will always run stronger than any river's waves. now, you were saying? again?! what?! can you repeat that for me please?! ugh...you make me horny, call me.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

oh, you little YOU

CHEERS. to new beginnings.
and it makes me wanna go back to ILOveILOve. welcomed the new year with family and friends. i swear, i am going to be super kuripot this year. cos i want that iPad, Lanvin x H&M sunglasses, newest Tom Ford sunglasses and that freakin' Beats earphones. that's why.