Check-Up

28 06 2009

Health:

Yesterday, I went jogging with Jas after approximately two whole years of physical dormancy. Surprisingly, my muscles didn’t complain today. I’m thinking right now if my version of Lara Fabian’s “A Broken Vow” while jogging did the trick.

Heart:

There is a certain case of emotional imbalance happening to me since last week for the fact that I’ve been having regular nightmares and they are again leaving me helpless and tearful in the morning. I haven’t identified the cause yet but I believe it has something to do with me dealing with people and their relationships not with me but with one another. Or maybe, I’m just missing a few beloved people. Haven’t seen my little sister who according to Jas is just a few shades darker mini-me. Will really teleport back to dear hometown when time permits.

Soul:

Big Bang Theory’s Sheldon Cooper and Howard Wollowitz have been making me laugh my lungs out for a month now. I’m replaying season 1 for the third time this evening. Such a cool TV/DVD series to get addicted to.

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Birds are the real thing. ^-^





Mexico’s Social Horrors Over Its Magnificent Landscape

8 05 2009

Film critic na ba ako?

Answer is no. This one’s a rushed three-page reaction paper. I just felt like giving blog droppers a chance to take a look at how I see certain films. Hope someone reacts on this. Expects none, though.

The film Y Tu Mama Tambien, written and directed by Alfonso Cuaron (second director of Harry Potter), tells a rudely erotic tale of a riveting journey of two young men just ripe for university studies and an older married woman from Mexico City to Heaven’s Mouth or Boca del Cielo, the latter initially non-existing only to be found out that there really is a place on Earth that leads to heaven.

There were two major techniques easily recognized in the film. First, it focused on landscaped backgrounds. The sceneries did not only captivate the audience but also took them around breath-taking Mexican terrain, packaging the country as a land with astounding physical attributes, a must-see for tourists. The film’s fascinating sceneries stroke the audience’s craving for green landscapes and blue beaches.

Second, the director used an “in-your-face” illustration of critical scenes. Critical is used here in the sense that it questions the moral standards of the people and places portrayed, and the viewers. “In-your-face” means straightforward, upfront, no coating, no zoom-in zoom-out techniques and effects, only plain act-and-shoot scenes.

These two techniques contradict each other. Mexico’s natural beauty is evident in its beautiful mountains, roadside sites, and beaches. The audience is brought to dreamy places, the ideal summer get-away, and the like. From Mexico City to Oaxaca, the viewer gets a taste of life from urban surroundings to a purely rural environment. But these things are only sweet to the eyes. The scenes depicting premarital sex, adultery, drug addiction, and, alcohol indulgence among the youth expose bigger and heavier problems of the society. The film immediately poses the question “What are your moral standards?” by illustrating the aforementioned issues. The audience also immediately asks himself, “What defines the boundary between moral and immoral?” Also, less radical thinking will only consider a neutral or half-way point of view on these issues, therefore asking only “What is acceptable?” It is also a point of consideration that the audience is of diverse backgrounds, therefore giving different definitions of moral standards.

During the three’s journey to Boca del Cielo, the society’s class system is exposed. Julio Zapata and Tenoch Iturbide clearly come from the upper class. Luisa Cortes, however, illustrates a person coming from the lower middle class. There is a so called elevation of status when Cortes married Jano Montes de Oca, a writer of intellectual beginnings. During the film’s progress, Cortes states her being passive about her humble beginnings when confronted by her husband’s friends, clearly because she does not belong to the same class.

Another major issue portrayed in the film is poverty. The road trip brought the three to rural surroundings where poverty is already a way of life. Men and women from the rural areas enjoy no luxuries. Job opportunities are scarce. There is little or no commercialization in the rural areas due to very little opportunities for businesses to grow as seen at the hotel where the three checked-in for the night. The hotel is poorly maintained and there is a scarcity of guests. In short, income generation is very low.

Due to the gap between the upper and the lower class, there is very little interaction between the two. It felt like poverty is just part of the landscape where the three passed by along their journey towards their destination. This exposes a truth in almost every society in the world: poverty is an upper class “don’t care”.

The film’s portrayal of a society’s horrors, not only of Mexico but every other country in the world is not at all surprising. In the Philippines, a dramatic percentage of men and women before reaching legal age have already engaged into premarital sex. Also, drug use is still a major problem among the youth. Another issue is adultery. The Philippines, being a Christian country sees this issue as immoral, a grave sin. But, what cannot be denied is the fact that a number of married people in the country commit adultery as if it is something very typical.

In the film, Tenoch Iturbide’s father is the head of the state. His position as a powerful political figure is apparent. On the contrary, seeing Tenoch smoke and use dope with his friends given that drug use is prohibited in Mexico depicts the failure of his father not only as the head of the state but also as the head of the family to enforce rules.

The film Y Tu Mama Tambien gives an excellent portrayal of the reality that exists in Mexico and in most parts of the world. Poverty, death due to sickness, drugs, sex, politics, and social relationships abound. These things can somehow even be considered as what makes the world go round.





Who Watched the Watchmen? I did.

6 05 2009

A bit late of a post.

1985 New York City takes center stage in this film adaptation of Alan Moore’s Watchmen by director Zack Snyder. Costumed vigilantes were banned by the Keene Law but are having a comeback to solving the pending nuclear war between America and Russia.

Director Snyder’s popular graphic novel effect, the same idea he used in his previous film adaptation of Frank Miller’s 300 is also present in Watchmen. Scenes come in striking colors, which give you the same as, and at times even a better visualization of the graphic novel itself. Another one to note in the film is Snyder’s inclusion of outrageous songs such as Unforgettable, 99 Luftballons and Hallelujah, the latter accompanying a love scene, which in my opinion was well-delivered by throwing the audience in an outrage of laughter rather than titillating them with obscenity that many other films claim to be “art”.

The plot differs from the graphic novel at the film’s peak. Instead of an alien invasion cover-up, Dr. Manhattan’s power was used to bomb New York and other cities in America. As a fan of the original work, the film’s ending surprised me on a positive note. The plot also takes the audience on a high speed spin of sensations in this relatively long film. First, costumed vigilantes looked like typical superheroes with gadgets extraordinaire such as the Nite Owl’s owl ship and Rorschach’s gun that definitely amused the audience. Second, violence and crime gave the film a darker hue. The Comedian, one of the costumed vigilantes was hired by the government for the longest time despite being known for his crimes of rape and murder depicted savagely in the film. Lastly, the plot’s revelation that Adrian Veidt, a.k.a. Ozymandias is mastermind plunges the audience into confusion. Yet, moments later, clarity resurfaces as Veidt’s motive of preventing total nuclear destruction is affirmed.

Several issues portrayed in the film deliberately question the audience. One, Rorschach’s mention of the city’s gutters and sewers as reeking with blood, murders, rape, and dirty deeds of every New Yorker show the audience the shameless face of crimes and prostitution that are present in many other cities in the world, which demands to be eradicated in present-day societies. Second, the advent of Dr. Manhattan challenges the audience by presenting the idea that a super hero or a god can be turned into reality. If someone like Dr. Manhattan emerges today, how will every religion in the world react to it? There are two paths; either he is entitled the devil incarnate or god himself. Third, Veidt’s scheme of stopping the war against Russia by first dropping the bombs in America which means a reversal of circumstances also reverses the audience’s perception of what is morally right and what is not.

In its entirety, Watchmen is not a superhero movie. It is an eye opener to those who refuse to see the other pages of a presupposed comic book.





small things are portals to the HUGEness of the overused world called life

23 04 2009

My little sister is turning ten in less than a handful of months. I remember being amused to laughter when I caught her singing Maroon 5’s Won’t Go Home Without You with her short black hair swinging in her face and her arms flailing mindlessly. That was two years ago. That was when she thought she was a rockstar. Now, I no longer know what she thinks of herself.

I miss my mother’s nilagang baka. She cooks like a pro. There’s just a downside in her cooking which I found out when I caught her washing the vegetables just once and not even thoroughly. I told her to wash it at least twice to get rid of pesticide residue and dirt. She shrugged her shoulders, looked at me, and said, “too clean has its downsides, too. Besides, there are recipes not included in cookbooks that give more flavor to what you eat.” Cookbooks. She doesn’t have one. And didn’t use any for all her life.

One more thing, she uses carabeef on her nilagang baka instead of cattle beef. She says it’s cheaper and has a stronger beefy taste making the food smell more appetizing.

I revived an old haircut three weeks ago. After several years of sporting long tresses, I chose to have my hair cut short to get rid of split ends and launch a new summer look.

Aside from short hair, I’m also enjoying my Hapon 10 class. I’m not missing any meeting this time even if I have to drag my body every morning to get to class. My professor and classmates are always upbeat and fun. We end our class meetings with synchronized simple hand and body excercises, with or without the Japanese background music to brighten the day ahead.

A lot of things happen everyday. I want to live my life with meaning. More often, happiness is found in the little details, not in big achievements but the small things along the way, not the cash prize but the questions answered to get to it, not the triumphs but the many friends we make towards achieving it. I’m now living in a more meaningful world. Whoever gets to read this, I want you to live it, too. Give it a try and see the difference.





How Big Can Your Birthday Cake Go?

15 04 2009

I hate bus trips. I get dizzy everytime I glance at anything inside the bus. My eyes are almost always anchored kilometers away, perpetually looking out at whatever the frames of the bus windows can offer. I couldn’t count how many times I felt like vomiting my intestines out while we were on the way to Banaue. I kept praying that Batad better be something worth my pain.

Then we arrived. And I saw how very far it was from the disappointment I somehow expected though prayed against.

an up close trek of the famous rice terraces of Banaue

an up close trek of the famous rice terraces of Banaue

The mountains sequentially lined with rice terraces appealed to me like food. The scene looked like a mountain high cake with layers of muddy green chocolate icing sprinkled with rice crispy houses, some half-cooked, others toasted rusty brown. It could have been the best birthday cake for a nine year-old if it only had my name scribbled on one of its reinforced concrete side paddings. Then again, even the whole village of Batad wouldn’t have devoured a mountain high cake.

a really cold swim. believe me.

a really cold swim. believe me.

pretty site to behold

pretty site to behold

Being the thrifty Ilocana that I am, I can say that what I spent on the whole trip was even too cheap for something so magnificent. Even the local inn’s coffee was dramatic. Is there anything more wonderful than a cold morning with a warm cup of native Kalinga coffee over a 2,000 year-old scenery? What about free shots of rice wine on a bitter cold night with folks telling you tales of the lady Bugan and how she fell into the pit of a mountain?

Priceless. That is how the Batad field trip will always be remembered despite the muscle pains, cramps, and headaches.

somewhere down there is hell. don't wanna go down though. the view here is just too splendid

somewhere down there is hell. don't wanna go down though. the view here is just too splendid





Classic Meets Modern

11 01 2009

I was going through a series of brain teasers on mythology, the one classic thing I’ve been hooked with since the Big Bang, when I came across one exciting question that led to another: “who is the mother of Helen of Troy and the Gemini twins?” I scratched my head, a bit disappointed that I failed to remember who their mother is, and asked my companion out loud if he knew about it. I was dumbfounded, a bit teary eyed and almost out of breath when he spurted, “Angelina Jolie?” innocently.

Right. I knew then that he probably didn’t know a thing about what I was asking apart from the fact that Helen is known to be the bitch who caused the war, but I didn’t expect him to say something too modern. Hahaha. I just can’t help but laugh at the idea that Angelina really has her twins, but, Helen of Troy as her daughter?? Come on.

The other question, once you get the drift, you’ll get it right as well.

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Who took Helen of Troy away, which caused the war between the Trojans and the Greeks?

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Tada.

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Orlando Bloom as Paris in the movie Troy

It’s Orlando Bloom, baby.





The Ulikba Diaries

29 11 2008

A friend and I talked about a girl she perpetually calls ulikba. This entry is not really about her, but started from her.

Ulikba, as I have read from several online dictionaries and articles, means maitim na manok, ‘yung sagad hanggang buto sa kaitiman. The girl we talked about wasn’t entirely black. For Filipinos, brown skin is normal, fair skin is nice, but “overcooked” brown is unwelcome. Well, I have to be honest. She is pretty overcooked, a bit of an eye sore compared to my friend’s complexion or mine. I have nothing against her apart from the fact that my friend’s disgust towards her affects me as well. I’m just such a user that I had to include her in the introduction. She fits the properties and attributes of being an ulikba, anyway.

People tend to use words in different contexts, ways, and forms. Even the expression “eew“, which may mean abhorrence or repulsion over something sickening, unattractive, or filthy, can actually become a noun: “eew-ness“. And people do use such terms in daily conversations. I call this vocabulary evolution. I don’t know who coined the terminology and if I’m right to call it that way. I think it just suits the idea and that’s it.

Another close friend came by and joined the conversation. All of a sudden, she just dropped a question out of the blue.

Kung ulikba ay si babae, ano’ng tawag sa lalakeng ulikba?

The other answered, a bit unsure, “Ulikbo?

Calmly, the other one rectified, “Hindi. Ulikboy.

There came a smooth roaring laughter and the birth of a lasting friendship.





U.P. Form 5A

19 11 2008

“If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.”

-The Alchemist, Coelho

I’m in the middle of confusion. I’m hoping this is just something like the explosion of a star, that, by the time I get back to my senses, there’ll be nothing left of it but a few streaks of ionized gas. But, despite being in this state, I’m not going to just be drifted away by the current. I know backstroke, dude.

I’ll be doing new things from now on. My goals are already outlined. By the end of the time frame I’ve set, if I wasn’t able to achieve those goals, I probably might have surpassed it. Right, this is what I call a long term adrenaline slash confidence rush. And I may well be too exhausted by the end. Pero keri lang, as long as I get what I want, I’m fine with losing a few limbs. Hahaha. And I must consider it a truly beautiful sacrifice. Amen.

P.S. Yes, Twilight’s almost here. Everyone is going OMG OMG Edward and I’m getting irritated. I’ve read Twilight and I was disappointed. I’m not saying it’s ugly or badly written, though. On the other hand, I’m also not saying it’s fine. It just didn’t suit my taste. And I also took into consideration that my age is a bit overstretched for it. I’m no Twilight-hater, either. In fact, I’m eager to watch Edward Cullen on-screen as he is too handsome and too hot to ignore. So, what was I saying a while ago, then? Hahaha. Ulol.





Beggars Roam this Planet

15 11 2008

And I am one of them.

With a witty tongue and a light streak of confidence, I can easily smooth talk a good number of Rich Old Men to open their wallet and spare me a bill. Too bad I’m not in this for the money. Nor I’m in it for some love, no sir.

I am begging for mercy. For pity. For a chance. The last one I’ll ever beg for. If I fail yet again, I’ll leave and never come back.

I’m tired. My eyes are sleepy. Yet my heart is hoping that there is still something left for me.

How can I be so stupid to waste all those chances back then?

I’m screwed big time if I don’t win this game of luck.

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Whatever. Dinosaurs no longer exist. Your time’s long over, my dear. So keep your pathetic little world out of this dimension and stick to running your own circus out of my jurisdiction.

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I’m afraid you’re too late. I’ll be leaving soon.

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Namimis ko yung gitara ko. May gusto kasi akong alayan ng kantang “ang pag-ibig kong ito… luha ang tanging nakamit buhat sayo”. Hahahaha.

Hay, alam mo namang mahal na mahal kita at hindi kita iiwan. Pero lagi mo pa rin akong pinapaiyak. UP, tama na please. Gusto ko namang maging maligaya sa piling mo. Kahit sa konting panahon na lang. Pagradweytin mo naman ako.





Blogging is a verb, too.

17 10 2008

I’ve been blog-handicapped for a month and it feels good to be back. I’ve wanted to blog since last night because I saw some guy wearing a shirt saying “actions speak louder than blogs” but I was too tired to get my brain cells working so I ended up closing my eyes and drifting away to dreamland. I didn’t feel irritated about it but somehow it made me think. I know I’m amazing. I think about pointless stuff all the time. And that statement made me want to rip that shirt of his to shreds for all to know that actions don’t speak, uLOLOLOLOLOLOL (Pablo Banila style). Kidding, hehe. Seriously though, I wanted to tell him that his shirt lacked semantics. Blog is a noun. Blogging is a verb, and an action. Therefore, it’s just wrong to say that actions speak louder than blogs. I’d have liked his shirt if it said “only monkeys wear this kind of shirt”. LOLOLOL. :)

So there. I’ve been up to no good for a month. I needed to put my attention to many things, and my head didn’t work pretty well in processing priorities so in the end, I came up attending to just a few things and poorly at that. Sigh. For the next few weeks, I’ll take a good halloween vacation and get things straight, plan ahead, and stop procrastinating. I need help for that last one.

For a whole month, I’ve been back to the world of Japanese animation, the one drug that runs thick in my blood. I was able to catch up with the latest episodes of Naruto Shippuuden and Bleach. I’m getting hyped up at the minute trying to resist the urge to watch the latest episode of Bleach now that the Kasumi-Ouji filler is over and done with. I’ll watch it when this post is concluded.

Also, I got to cross out from my must-read list two of my favorite graphic novels, Alan Moore’s Watchmen and Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere.

Watchmen is an extremely twisted adult superhero comic. At first, I was a bit disappointed because I am not a fan of superhero costumes and this title just overflows with it. But, stick to the plot and you’ll get drowned in a superspin.

Neverwhere is amazing, as expected from a Neil Gaiman piece brought to color. All expectations met and surpassed. I’ll never tire of this guy and his excellent stories.

Aside from these two graphic novels, I’ve also been sniffing at Onemanga for several completed titles they have scanlated. My favorite is Angel Densetsu. It’s a story of a guy who has the heart of an angel but the face of a devil. Well, that was how they described the manga. Norihiro Yagi’s work is simple but captivating. I was entranced at how he was able to bring out each of the characters to life and grab the reader into the story itself. I felt like I was one of the students at Hekikuu High spreading rumors about who’s in love with who and fighting bullies from other schools. It’s funny and serious and engrossing all at the same time. Read and enjoy.

So there, I’m done with a few updates. My life is still as low as ever, but I can always cheer myself up with food. Speaking of which, I would like to thank Denmark’s treat at A Veneto Pizzeria Ristorante. Aside from the delicious food, it was funning hanging out with you guys even if it was just over dinner. Also, thanks to Anna’s home-made spaghetti later that night. :)

I’m always in a good mood with food.