Saturday, December 31, 2011

A Love Story II (Happy Loving New Year)

I end 2011 with a story about love. 

A long long time ago, actually, about the same time last year, I was being stupid for love. I don't know why, or how, or what for, but I did. Maybe because it was so fairy tale-ish. It was New Year's Eve. There were fireworks across the sky and you kissed the man you loved. You thought you found the man who'd love too. But hey! The truth is, SOMETIMES, life sucks. 

Not all fairy tales get happy endings. I stopped believing. I stopped hoping. I stopped waiting. Was love really supposed to be cruel? 

And then he came. When I've lost all the courage to fight for love. He came and showed me the other side of love. Love that is not cruel. 

Love that is kind. Love that is happy. Love that is beautiful. Love that is understanding. Love that is giving. Love that I deserve. 

This New Year's Eve, I think of him, not the fireworks and kisses, but how much I want him to be the BEST part of my 2012. 

I love you J. 

Happy New Year Everyone! Spread Some Love! :DDD   

Friday, December 30, 2011

A Hero Inspires

"As long as the Filipino people have not enough spirit to proclaim, brow held high and breast bared, their right to a free society, and to maintain it with their sacrifices, with their very blood; as long as we see our countrymen privately ashamed, hearing the cries of their revolted and protesting conscience, but silent in public, or joining the oppressor in mocking the oppressed; as long as we see them wrapping themselves up in their selfishness and praising the most iniquitous acts with forced smiles, begging with their eyes for a share of the booty, why give them freedom?" 
--El Filibusterismo by Jose Rizal

I remember reading an English "El Filibusterismo" (translated by Leon Ma. Guerrero) back in college when I was at the height of being radical and ideal. When I so wanted to give a fuck about anything, to do something, and to make a change. 

Jose Rizal and El Filibusterismo entered my life. I read of a man's desire to free his nation. El Filibusterismo was a living proof that pen is mightier than sword. 

And more than ever I dreamed to be a writer, a little like Rizal minus the greatness and international fame. I dreamed to make simple, little changes through words. I wanted pen and paper to become my tool for expression, and also, to always write with a message. 

Maybe that's what true heroes do. They teach you one of your life greatest lessons. They inspire you. 

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Excerpt from "The First Filipino" by Leon Ma. Guerrero:

Once inside the square something of the searing realization of what death would mean went through him.

"Oh, Father, how terrible it is to die! he exclaimed. "How one suffers . . . "

Then: "Father, I forgive everyone from the bottom of my heart."

How strange he must have looked, in his black European suit and black derby, facing the eight Filipinos of the firing-squad in their tropical campaign uniforms and straw hats. It was almost as if this somberly garbed man between the two lamp-posts had been indeed a foreign agent from some cold hostile kingdom, and his executioners the true defenders of their native land. 

"My orders are to shoot you in the back.

"But I am not a traitor, either to my own country or to the Spanish nations!"

"My duty is to follow orders."

Rizal shrugged his shoulders, refused a blindfold, and would not kneel. He asked that his head be spared, and this time the request was granted. 

He clasped the hand of his defense counsel, and then said goodbye to the Jesuits who gave him a crucifix to kiss. The army doctor on duty asked to feel his pulse. It was admirably steady. 

He took his stand facing the bay, his back to the rising sun. The drums rolled, the shout of command was given, the Remingtons of the 70th fired. With one last convulsive effort of the will Rizal twisted his body rightward as he fell, his last sight being perhaps the hard empty eyes of the professional soldiers, companion in arms of those who had impassively lowered Tarsilo down the well and hunted down Elias as he swam in his own blood.

He was facing the dawn now, but this he was not to see. 

"Viva España!" screamed Doña Victorina in her elegant carriege. 

"Viva España!" shouted Father Damaso and added, shaking his fist, "Y murean los traidores!"

"Long live Spain and death to traitors!" But as the last Spaniards gave their ragged cheer, and the band of battalion of volunteers struck up, with unconscious irony, that hymn to human rights and constitutional liberties, the Marcha de Cadiz, the quiet crowd of Filipinos broke through the square, to make sure, said the Spanish correspondent, that the mythical, the godlike Rizal was really dead, or according to others, to snatch away a relic and keepsake and dip their handkerchiefs in a hero's blood. 

If he had seen them, the first Filipino would have known that he was not the last. 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Defying Time

It's December. It's the last month of the year. It's telling us that a chapter of our lives is closing. It's asking us what have we done this year that really matter. And it's challenging us to be and do something even better for the coming year. 

What do I want to say? Honestly, I've got random things in my head but everything has got something to do with time. 

Ironic how we only realize how fast time is when we near the end of a race, and for this instance, the finishing line is 31st of December.

Like yesterday, a little reminder slapped me in the face and said "You've AGED!" Haha. Well, this little girl in our street I used to see as a little girl is not a little girl anymore. She's grown boobs. That does not happen in a blink of an eye. 

***
This year I learned how much my family matters to me. God is kind and is great. He extended our time to be together. 

Mama said over lunch on Sunday, "Masaya pa rin tayo, kumpleto tayo."

It's things like that that matter. 

***
I still work for a newspaper. Isang dyarista. Masaya. Talaga. 

But the time I've spent in this field tells me there's more, inside and outside this field. Next year, I need to be braver, bolder and better. 

***
For the first time in my life, I'm not afraid to fall. He is worth all the wait. 

Few knows that my favorite part during Christmas are the lanterns and lights, all those decorative things that glitter and glow. And so to see the most awaited part of the yuletide with him--lovely! Everything with him becomes extra special. 

***
As I post this, it automatically belongs to the past. But then, if I read this again, after days, after years, even after decades, I will return to this moment when I've written this. And then I'll feel that I defied time. 

Thursday, November 17, 2011

My first '30 days'

It's pretty simple, for the first time in my life, I actually celebrated a legitimate monthsary. Hahahaha. Grabe, "legitimate" made me laugh.


You might think I sound pathetic but it's true. So true that I had even become notorious to some friends for not having real and serious relationships. (Kung hindi palpak, naglalaro. Samakatuwid, lahat nagkakandaloko-loko.)


Yesterday, it came true. It's not fairy tale-ish or anything but it was real. Finally, there was someone I could grasp tight into minus the fear of being left behind. FINALLY! (Dear Papa God, thank you again and again! He was worth the wait and all the pain from the past.) 


The celebration was short and practical but it doesn't matter. What mattered was the fact that I have him. Someone who puts up with my unpredictable work schedule and waits for me for two hours, someone who hears my obnoxious laughter over Puss in Boots, someone who knows my big appetite, someone who lets me flash a dirty finger over the Breaking Dawn tarpaulin, and someone who just recently told me, "You are special."


Wow. Did you know that I always dreamed of hearing those words. In the past, I had worked so hard just to feel that way. And he said it just like that. It was so much natural and effortless--on both parts. Could I get more happier? 


Nobody told me love could be THIS good.


***
Some would butt in and say we're only just beginning. Yes, who says we're not? But that's exactly the point, if we are RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, then let us be. Take in every minute and savor every moment! :D


Hayaan nyo na kami sa aming pa-cute moments. ;)

***
On a different note, aside from our first month celebration, I would like to share my foodtrip on the same day. 


In the morning, Tinolang Manok for brunch; in the afternoon, the very yummy gyoza and sushi of East Cafe located in Rustan's Makati; in the late afternoon, spaghetti and macaroni salad from a birthday celebrant at The Manila Times office, also Butter Finger from Hepe; in the evening, Greenwhich dinner of lasagna and pizza with JC; and in the midnight, snack of McDo fries and monster float still with mahal


Busog na ang puso, busog pa ang sikmura! :D

Monday, November 14, 2011

You're 'Not Like Us'

Ang laki ng tuwa ko noong inabot ng kasamahang kong dyarista yong VIP pass ng Cinema One film festival. 

Ang ibig sabihin noon ay mapapanood ko ng libre ang Di Ingon Nato (Not Like Us) entry na pinaglalahukan ng idolo kong si Franco Reyes. Bokalista sya ng malupit na Franco band. Sya iyong asteeg mag-adlib habang sinasabi ang "One Love, Jah Love." 

Sa makatuwid, ang dahilan lamang kung bakit nais kong panoorin ang pelikula ay siya, si Franco. Obsessed fan girl ako. 

Excited ako nung tinext ko si Julie Pearl at sinabing masasamahan ko syang manood ng Di Ingon Nato! Ang kaibigan kong obsessed fan girl din, kahit hindi nya aminin. Yabang ko pa nung tinext ko, "May pass ako!"

Fast forward, nakarating ako ng maaga-aga sa Shang Cineplex kung saan lahat ng kalahok na pelikula sa Cinema One ay pinapalabas. 

Pila ako sa bilihan ng tiket. Julie asan ka na ba, dumating ka na, alas-sais magsisimula ang pelikula, 5:55 na! Lingon sa likod, baka andyan ka na... 

May nahaging yong mata ko, "bearded" man. BEARDED MAN! T*ngna, si FRANCO! Akalain mong napamura ako sa pila? Tawag kay Julie, "Dalian mo, Franco is here." 


(What happened to Julie upon hearing that? She braved the storm and forgot her headache.)

At ito na, kukunin ko na yong tiket ko at bibilhan naman si Julie, "Uhm, Miss (to the girl at the counter), I have this VIP pass..." Nasa kalagitnaan pa ako ng maarte kong speech ng ako'y tanungin: "Anong pelikula po?"


"Di Ingon Nato.."


Biglang, "Ma'am sold out na po. Kahit may VIP pass po kayo, hindi na rin namin kayo mabibigyan ng ticket." 

F*CK! Texted Julie, sagot nya: "F*CK SERYOSO?"

Olats, may VIP pass, walang tiket! Pero ano ngayon, habang hinihintay si Huli este Julie, ayon si Franco, kasama si GABBY ALIPE NG FRANCO AT NG URBANDUB, palakad-lakad sa harap ko. Sarap diba. 'Yong kahit ipikit ko ang mga mata ko, dama ko 'yong HOT na presensya ng idolo ko!


'Yong minumura kong ng "Gago" si Julie sa telepono, pagtingala ko naglakad si Franco sa harap ko. Dyahe di ba?! Naalala nya kayang ako 'yong fan girl na nagpakilala na sa kanya kamakailan? 


Haaay! Pumasok na sila ng sine at nanood ng Di Ingon Nato. 

Si Julie dumating. Hindi pa tapos ang fan girl moment namin! Lapit sa empleyado ng sinehan, "Uhm Sir, I have this VIP pass but the tickets were sold out already. I'm from the media and I really need to watch the film and its the last screening. But will you let us in so we can watch from the alley, standing." 

Sayang, eepekto na sana yong arte, drama at ganda ko kay kuya nang biglang nasilayan nya yong manager ng sine. "Ma'am, 'No standing rule' po kasi at baka mahuli kami."

Matapos kong magmakaawa wala pa rin kaming napala. 

Sayang surreal na sana, tipong out of this body experience, na mapanood ang pelikula kasama sa iisang sinehan ang bida na patay na patay ka! 

Kaso ang katotohanan, ang buhay ay sadyang malupit. Sabi nga nila, "So near and yet so far."

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Crimes

It's such a crime that I'm not able to write here. Oh no, no, noooo! :( That I'm making my beautiful blog stagnant and outdated and neglected. Oh my, I feel so useless. I hate it! Argh!

It's a bad thing that I seem to take a downtime in writing. Writing anything with enough sensibility that is. 

It's so lame that I'm so slow in writing my articles for our newspaper. I actually have a growing list of unwritten, supposed to be written stories. 

It's such a shame that I don't seem to have opinion on current events anymore and therefore not write about any of it. I admit that I'm working for a newspaper but I'm less knowledgeable in issues and problems there are. (Wala na yong maangas kong pananaw sa buhay. Nyeta. Puro yong maangas na mura na lang natira. Kabanas.) It feels like I'm always so away and out there. >.<

It's very pathetic that I actually forgot that I keep a journal. That before I sleep, I used to recall the good or bad things and the ordinary or special events that take place in my life. 

And lastly, it's totally wrong to blame all this "state of stupor" to some guy I love. You know, it's me that's lacking a little push--no make that a BIG push. What has happened to me? I should not forget that I ALSO LOVE WRITING. That I need to manage myself and be more responsible. 

It's not really impossible to do everything that I ought to do. (And actually write everything and anything again!) If I can't do it all at the same time then I'll do it little by little and step by step. Just add a lot of perseverance and diligence of course! From this blog on--Bawal ng tamarin!

P.S. Blog first, and then journal update! :D

Sunday, October 16, 2011

October 16/ Real Steel

When you're happy, shout to the world that you're happy! 

I'm HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY! 

Hear that! Hahaha! :D October 16 is a special day spent with a special someone.

And should I add that for once in my life, being in love finally felt SO right. So thank you Cloud. Like you said, "Indescribable happiness." And you're probably the only person who could push me TOWARDS you. How is that even possible, something only we know! :)

***

Real Steel rocks!

Wow. I've never seen a film as satisfying as Real Steel for quite a long time, except of course for Harry Potter and The Pirates of the Caribbean, both of which I'm a fan of.  

It is satisfying because there is no hole in the plot/sript/screenplay, there is no fault in the acting/directing, the graphics and effects are amazing, the treatment is a balance of a modern world of 'steel' coupled with dramatic and striking lines. 

In short, the film is simply flawless. 

Real Steel is the story of Charlie Kenton (Hugh Jackman), a former boxer turned coach (or controller) in the world of robot boxing. Charlie who is entering a downward spiral, losing robot matches and incurring debts after debts, then meets his abandoned child Max who just lost his mother. 

Charlie took custody of Max and saw himself being taught to live and fight again by no less than his own son, with the help of course, of Max's very awesome robot Atom! 

Real Steel teaches, how with the help of people you love, you can bounce back and rise from the junk. 

I should also add that Dakota Goya who played Max was a super charming kid with an exceptional talent for acting! :) 

Then, for Hugh Jackman, he's HOT and I love him! But for a change, I also loved how even as a father, he was still HOT. 

Real Steel gets a 5, no make that 6 out of 5 stars! :D

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Rain and some introspection

Allow me, to introspect in public. 

Didn't that just sound stupid and ironic? Introspect...IN...public!!! Hahaha! 

But the blunder is committed so, nevertheless, let me share these little musings the rain has brought to me. Because the rain's effects on me include wanting to be alone and willing to ponder, and even wonder! 

So I thought about the future; I longed for love; I suffered apprehension; I felt thankful and blessed; and I found a new dream!

The future. A conversation inside a train with a friend, made me realize that a good and bright future doesn't mean prestigious! It's self-fulfillment. And it's also making the people dearest to you proud.

The longing. Hey! Don't blame me! I swear it's the rain and how its coldness and gloominess sometimes seep into your heart. It made me fret and think "I'm alone. I'm alone. I'm alone...Why the HECK am I alone?!" But I'm much better now. Luckily, this doesn't last long, it's only a passing.

The apprehension. I doubt myself. Maybe it's my fault to easily jump into unwarranted conclusions. Or maybe, I'm just putting up my walls, or I'm over thinking, or I'm too afraid to try. Honestly, I still don't know. 

The blessing. I realized that I'm actually living one of my dreams. It's a REALITY that I earn money from writing! And wow! Who would've thought that I'll actually be able to do that? When I dreamed of becoming a writer, what were the odds that I'll really become a writer? But I did it, because I want it. So SURREAL! And I thank God for this blessing. In return, I'll learn more and have more experiences. I won't stop. I'm only down here when there is still the top. 

The new dream. As much as I want to be a writer, then a photographer, I just finally came into admittance that I also want to be a radio disc jockey! Alas! I'm a radio person (I could live without TV but not without radio), and every time I hear DJs doing their thing, there's always this tiny voice whispering in my head: "I wanna do that too." So there. I want to, I WANT TO! Haha! But perhaps later in life, I need to be a photographer first! (beams!) 

It WAS indeed a roller coaster week. Thanks rain. This is why I always liked you--the  bittersweet melancholia and solitude!   

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I also pray to Papa God that He give our fellow Filipinos--whose suffering from the tragedies and difficulties Typhoon Pedring left them--the strength to keep on fighting and continue living. Thank you dear Lord. I know You'll hear me. 

Thursday, September 15, 2011

My issues with Miss Universe 2011



Let me begin by saying that I agree with Miss Angola Leila Lopes' win at the Miss Universe Coronation Night last Tuesday at Sao Paulo, Brazil. Many, especially Filipinos, voiced out their disappointment with her being the Miss Universe 2011 but I actually like her and believe she deserves the title. 


I'm not belittling our own representative, Shamcey Supsup. She is definitely a Pinoy proud when she delivered her answer, quick, sensible and straight from her heart. However, I believe she fell short in the other categories. I must say--my opinion spare me for saying this--that she did not stand out during the Swimsuit and the Long Gown portions. 


Unlike Miss Angola, her dark skin, already a shout among her fair companions, plus her grace and confidence, and angelic features. And she did not give a bad answer during the question and answer portion too. 


So my verdict, it was not enough that Shamcey topped the Q&A. Still, I ADMIRE her BIGTIME I swear! :)


OK so much for the long intro. I have no issues with the pageant's result whatsoever but I have issues on my own regarding what happened to the news feature that I wrote for our newspaper's frontpage to be used for the the day after the pageant issue.


Well, I finished the article and in my opinion I did it justice. But then I saw my byline in a Miss Universe story that does not include a single paragraph I wrote. 


There was a tagline "WITH AFP." So I reckoned then that the story was the one from AFP, maybe tweaked a little, I really don't know. 


But my point here is that, THAT was not the story I wrote. I wanted to say to the new news editor that she could just remove my name there since I didn't have any say. But I backed out because she might think I'm too proud of myself. Or maybe that byline was for the effort I gave. SO I just let it be. 


I don't understand why the new news editor did that though. Did she not like the story I wrote? I'm not claiming I'm a good writer, but I write with the style I developed as a Lifestyle reporter. 


I wrote that news feature with how our section would have wrote that. If my editor read that story I know she would publish it in our page. Plus, I've been submitting features to the news pages and they used it without removing my soul and style to the article. 


I didn't even plan to publicize about this because it's not gonna do our paper good in any way. BUT when I found out that the wrong information AFP said in their story, "Ninety-eight young women took part in the contest..." (I even posted this mistake in my FB page while I was researching for my article! What turn of events!)


I just can't keep quiet anymore. Well I deserve to give myself justice. And I've always voiced my concerns and issues here in my blog. So if I don't do this, I'm lying to myself when I say I'm a writer. 


I'm not saying I don't make mistakes, but wth, that mistake was put under my name and when I even did not commit it! And when I think that my original story said '89 women represented their countries'!


They could put an erratum if they want to but it will only clean the newspaper's mistake, NOT the mistake that was put under my name. 


SO this blog, is my ERRATUM FOR MYSELF. 


***
I know everything I said here should be told instead to the person involved but if they ever come across with this, I hope they understand. 


If you want to read the TRUE story I wrote go here! :)


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On a lighter note, enough with my grievances! My lovely Lifestyle editor gave birth to a healthy second son on September 14. So happy for her! :)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Leila Lopes crowned as first Miss Universe for Angola

Philippine’s Shamcey Supsup finished 3rd runner up

Miss Angola, Leila Lopes, was crowned Miss Universe 2011 as the world’s most beautiful night concluded on Tuesday in Sao Paulo, Brazil (Tuesday morning in Manila). Miss Angola, the only dark-skinned contender that made the final16, 10 and 5 cuts, was the Sao Paolo crowd favorite topping even Brazil’s own representative. 

Lopes, the first woman to bring home the Miss Universe diamond crown to Angola, replaces 2010’s winner Ximena Navarrete of Mexico. 


Miss Philippines’ Shamcey Supsup from General Santos City, finished the pageant as third runner up. Completing the top 5 were Ukraine’s Olesia Stefanko as first, Brazil’s Priscila Machado, and China’s Luo Zilin, fourth runners up.


Twenty-five-year-old Lopes, with her dark skin, was a standout throughout the pageant—from the contrasting bright yellow bikini she wore in the swimsuit portion and the strapless cream gown in the long gown competition.


She then picked Filipina judge Lea Salonga’s question for the most-feared Q&A portion. Salonga’s question to the Miss Universe 2011 winner was: “If you could change one of your personal characteristics, which one would it be and why?”


“Thank God, I’m very well satisfied with the way God created me and I would not change a thing,” was Miss Angola’s expected response.


She added, “I consider myself a woman with inner beauty. I have my principles. I have acquired many wonderful principles from my family and I plan to follow this through the rest of my life.”


Supsup, for her part, was the only one who answered without the help of a translator. She delivered the most honest answer in the pageant.


Asked by Vivica Fox, “Would you change your religious belief to marry the person that you love?” Supsup responded, “I would not marry the person I love because the first person I love is my God and [if] the person loves me, he should also love my God.”


Millions witnessed the world’s biggest pageant worldwide as it was aired live by the NBC network and distributed into different live streams. It was hosted by he pageant, NBC Today anchor Natalie Morales and the Bravo network’s Andy Cohen.


Viewers participated in an online fan voting and ranking held simultaneously throughout the pageant.


Filipinos made their presence and support for Supsup known as she topped the online fan voting among the top 5 and second in the swimsuit and evening gown competitions.


Miss Universe 2011 also celebrated pageant’s 60th anniversary. Sao Paolo set as the perfect venue as the stage was brought to life with lively music, colorful performances and the beauty of 89 women who represented their countries.


Live commentaries were brought by Shandi Finnessy, Miss USA 2004, and Jeannie Mai, Vietnamese fashion expert, make up artist and TV personality. The two lauded Angola for putting the crowd to a frenzy and Supsup for her humility.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Conversation about Poleteismo

It all started when finally the Church noticed Mideo Cruz’s “Poleteismo” artwork included in the Kulo exhibit at the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) and labeled it “SACRILEGIOUS” and “BLASPHEMOUS.”

Why the Church decried so? Cruz just put a wooden penis in Christ's forehead and put Mickey Mouse's ears in his head. 

But one should be aware that Poleteismo had been in different exhibits since 2002. The reason the Church just gave a damn only now is because CCP is a government institution, and well, government and Church, they're barely in good terms with one another. 

Launched on June, Kulo is exhibited in time with Jose Rizal's 150th birthday and the University of Santo Tomas' (UST) 400th anniversary. (You can read here for more backgrounder about the exhibit.) 

And since then, opposing views flew here and there. One sided the artist's freedom of expression and the other the Church's faith. 

For me, my initial reaction was in the middle or safe or gray or whatever you call someone who does not take sides.

Well, I write for the newspaper and totally agree with an artist's freedom of expression whatever his medium might be. But, on the other hand, I also feel for the sentiments of the devout for what has been done to the image of the Son of God (even if it's unlikely of me since most people know I’m agnostic.)

Those are my views but never a view about Poleteismo itself simply because I’m not a visual artist in any way. Also my appreciation and understanding for that art does not level my appreciation and understanding for literature. To conclude I’m in no place to judge.

And then came F. Sionil Jose’s opinion in his column "The Filipino Hindsight" for the Philippine Star. This man, a National Artist for Literature, is my second inspiration in writing next to Jose Rizal, our National Hero.

His point of view, in which I immediately agreed to (because of the fact that he was one of the writers I idolize dearly), was that Cruz’s artwork was “is not—I repeat—is not an art!”

Not dropping in mind that I barely know anything in visual arts, I immediately seek the opinion of a good friend who is an artist. He is, Tupe Peralta (I hope you don’t mind that I mentioned your name!). I relayed to him F. Sionil's column (I suggest you read the column first to follow the conversation).

He was not able to read it immediately but after some hours, I received a text. It went:

T: May load na ako at nabasa yong link na sinabi mo…Nasa Senate hearing yong writer kahapon at sinabi nya din yong sinulat nya. Hehe.

Siguro tsong…talagang kanya kanyang opinyon, ang art naman lahat personal interpretation e.

Reading this, I smiled and immediately understood that he did not totally agree with F. Sionil. Unfortunately, I was the one who was not able to reply. The day passed and he sent a message following up on the topic. He texted:

T: Tsong (funny haha!) dagdag ko lang…Yong topic sa abstract painting—naniniwala ako don, na kailangan o kahit papano marunong ka magpinta o drawing...kasi akala ng tao basta magulo o kahit anong pinaghalo-halong kulay e abstract na. May art pa rin dun, color harmony, composition-na malalaman sa experience.

Kaya dun sa pinag-papa-drawing nya muna yong baguhang abstract artist e para sa akin ayos lang. 

Pero sa kabuuan, medyo minaliit nya si Mideo, na mukhang walang research at tawag lang ng damdamin yong sinulat nya. Kasi magaling magpinta yon, tapos may kahulugan yong ginawa pero nakita nya lang ay yong surface.(I should ask him what the meaning was and why it was included in the first place in the exhibit)

I was obliged to carry on the conversation because of course, one, he wanted to share what was on his mind and I wanted to hear it of course; two, he disagreed with my idol F.Sionil; and three, I was the one who started it after all. Haha! 

So here is how the conversation of a budding writer and a promising artist about art went about: 

E: Hehe, nangangati ka talagang masabi yan ano. Ayon, nag-load na ko. Thanks din sa opinyon mo. I’ll balance my view.

And you should know (that Mideo is a good painter because) you’re from UST (too) e. Hehe 

T: Strikto don (describing his school, he studied Fine Arts). Bawal nude tapos yong isang prof namin tinanggal kasi sa art nya. Parang Mideo pero mas di shocking (buen calubayan—try mo search).

E: Oooh, you say na wholesome and art ng Uste?

T: Oo, wholesome :D Alam mo, parang yong ibang young artist na sumisikat di masyadong sinasabing taga-Uste sila.(Mideo is an undergraduate of UST)

(Then back to the Politeismo) Kasi ang art naman kanya-kanyang mata. Pero napansin ko lang…Ang normal na art dito sa atin o acceptable ay magaganda. :D landscape portrait bulaklak—siguro parang huli tayo sa ganyang aspeto.

E: Yep. Maniniwala ako dahil sabi mo. Pero let’s go back to the old man and give him credit for what he said simply because he’s old and therefore has better taste than most of us have. (Oo, pinagtanggol ko si F. Sionil Jose, idol e)

T: Hahaha oo naman, lahat ay may say sa lahat ng bagay sa mundo. :D Akala ko nga dati pintor yon, manunulat pala—nakita ko sya dati hehe.

E: Maybe because of the cap he wears. Alam mo, when you have read his novels and short stories, you’ll agree that he’s the authority in creativity and believe that visual art should be at the same level.

T: Sige pag may pera bili ako ng books nya :D

Siguro madami na siyang experience…Yong same level—medyo wala pa naman sa National Artist si Mideo, try mong tumingin ng works din ng national artist ng visual arts. :D

At na judge lang yong artist sa isang work.

E: OK, I understand. I think it would be better if Sionil said “bad art” not “bad artist”. But of course, sabi mo nga, kanya-kanyang mata.(At napaniwala akong may mali din talaga si F.Sionil)

T: Tama!! Kanya kanyang mata. Hahaha may interview yong artist bukas sa motorcycle diaries ni jay taruc. Dagdag pagkilala.

E: San yong motorcycle diaries?

T: Sa GMA News tv., Yong dating QTV.

E: Ahh, malamang di ko mapanood. Haha. Nga pala, ba-blog ko usapan natin (ito na). Hehe.

T: Haha ikaw bahala :D

Anong book ang okay o paborito mong gawa ni Sionil (tama ba tanda ko sa name?)

E: Yes tama. Paborito ko sa ngayon yong Olvidon compilation of shorts nya.

T: Meron ba nun sa National (Bookstore), yong book? Tingnan ko mamaya hehehe

E: Yep meron. I recommend it best kasi doon diversified yong themes, issues that he could dwell upon. Magaling pramis. Hehe.

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I was saying all throughout that F. Sionil is my idol but did I mention that this friend is also an idol??? Because idols, teach you valuable lessons, and tells things worth sharing such as this. :)

Friday, July 29, 2011

Boracay trip

Long overdue, but it's better late than never sharing my trip to Boracay. That was on the first week of June, the same week that the rainy season for the country officially started. 

Nevertheless, the weather was fair , just in time, perhaps, before the wet season actually started. The initial feelings of a first-timer was first written while I was actually at Boracay. It's here

This times, I just want to share some of my favorite photos during the trip. :) And maybe a timeline together with the pictures as well. :)

Day 1: June 4
5:00 pm- Arrival in Caticlan Airport. Media friends and I took the motor boat to Boracay Island. A mere five minute ride with these two beastly machines.
Two 225 horsepower engines
5:30 pm- Arrived and checked in at Boracay Garden Resort

My room was big
6 pm- First step in the white sands. Witnessed the beautiful sunset

8:30 pm- Had dinner at Boracay Garden Resort's Garden Cafe. Filipino specialty cuisines were served
Shrimp ukoy
Ended the day partying, drinking some, and just having fun in the different bars lined up in the Boracay beachfront

Day 2: June 5
8 am- Woke up and had breakfast again at Garden Cafe

I just loved the cafe's high ceiling
10 am- Had relay games and then continued swimming at one of the resort's beautiful pool

12 nn- Lunch was Chinese cuisine


In between before night time, I went to have a Swedish Spa at the sister hotel, Boracay Regency. And it was awfully good. Shocks, it was so good I didn't know how many curse I said in my head. Haha! 

7 pm- Korean dinner, poolside
Kimchi making
Again, spent the night out. :)

Day 3: June 6
7-9 am- Swim, swim and swim in Boracay beach


I could not get enough of it
10 am: By this time, I already fixed myself and then I took breakfast. Then by 

12 pm: Two hours later I was having lunch, Turf and Surf

1 pm- Last stroll along the beachfront. Went also to Boracay D' talipapa to shop for pasalubong






4 pm- Flight back to Manila

Boracay! I will be back!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part 2’: A bittersweet finale

THROUGHOUT the long wait, anticipation and expectations over the final Harry Potter film, there is but one question that fans asked: Will the film prove to be the “perfect” ending to the Harry Potter saga they had loved so much?

Judging from the reactions of those fortunate enough to watch the advance screening on July 12 at SM Mall of Asia’s IMAX, the answer was a resounding Yes!

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part 2 did live up to everyone’s expectations and silenced those who doubted the movie. 

Still it was a bittersweet ending.

Happy that the film stuck true to the Harry Potter story and sad that there would not be any more films to look forward to. 

In general, Deathly Hallows-Part 2 was executed properly from the script, the direction and the acting.

First, a lot of credit must be given to screenwriter Steve Kloves for being able to divide the last book of J.K. Rowling in such way that both parts remained engaging and equally shared in the excitement.

The movie immediately picked up where the first part ended, with Hermione Granger (Emma Watson) and Ron Weasley (Rupert Grint) setting out to find the remaining Horcruxes to kill Lord Voldemort before he could kill Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) and take over the wizarding world.

Kloves also did a good job with the flow of the movie, effectively setting up the final battle between good and evil film and making each scene important in the advancement of the story.

A big thumbs up also for director David Yates for showing how the Harry Potter novel had evolved through the years. He was able to effectively portray Harry’s maturity, that he wasn't a child anymore but a man ready to sacrifice even his own life for the people and world that accepted him.

ates was also able to balance the action and the drama in Deathly Hallows-Part 2. Visually, the film was loaded with fight scenes using wands and magic, yet amidst all the action sequences the emotions of the characters remained evident. 

It made the audience share in the sadness of how it felt to lose someone you loved; inspired that even the weak could still be brave and strong; and how anything could be possible with faith.

Lastly, every actor portrayed his character with heart. They were all magical beings whether the good or the bad.

As for Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson and Rupert Grint—for one last time holding each other’s hand after winning and surviving the battle—they became true friends just like Harry, Hermoine and Ron. 

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part 2 served as a fitting climax to the eight movies that spanned 10 years.

It would not disappoint even if it really means goodbye.

For Harry Potter fans, be sure to spend a little more in 3D especially IMAX. It’s an additional treat to the whole experience. 

Distributed by Warner Bros., Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:Part 2 will be released in Philippine theaters and IMAX, in 3D and 2D on July 14. It opens worldwide on July 15.

First published for The Manila Times. See here.