Picture Post

Whenever we got lost around Singapore we would take timed pictures of ourselves. Save for our grandest lost moment, we were lusting too much to go home we ditched the opportunity of taking a lost photo of us in the middle of a rather deserted street perpendicular to Ang Moo Kio road. (Fuck that road.)

Here are a few photos.


It started out like this... Bus airconditioning broke down so had to transfer and ended up sitting in the middle when we in fact had reserved seats.

Totally bummed but still cracking.

So this was the plane.

Arrived there. Met up with Dixi at City Hall Station. Was an hour late. Haha. Here outside Esplanade.

You see, Remika was making pa-cute. She said it wasn't intentional. Oh so it comes naturally now? lol kidding She was trying to look like a... giraffe?

First dinner lah. Makansuntra Glutton's Bay. From L-R: Ayisse, Dixi, Remika

Spot the gangstas. Trying to look phat along the bay y'all. Or should I say fat? After eating that night.

You know what? This is definitely an alien spaceship. JUST LOOK AT IT.

My left cheek was rather flashed I lost mi jaw. Up in a cable car out of Sentosa at night. Spot the kid who didn't get braces. (Meeee.)

Happy Deepavali baybeh. After that burned money on pretty Indian stuff.

Ayisse by the Quay. Or whatever.

Fountain Of Wealth on our last night. It's the loveliest thing in the midst of buildings, under the starless sky. (Cue: Suede's Stay Together)

As you can see, I forgot to turn my camera's mode into higher picture quality. And yes the lights in that bay photo are supposed to be out of focus.

Donnie Darko, baybeh

Donnie Darko is an awesome movie. Even though there are missing keys in the movie (like some more missing info about time travel) you'd skip that because of the wicked story. There are a number of loose ends and they're all intentional, I think it's Richard Kelly's (director and writer) style because he does the same to his in post-production movie, Southland Tales.

I can't seem to start to describe Donnie Darko, it's something you have to watch. It's a mindfuck of a movie so it'd probably take you a number of times or a few googling before you understand fully. Although if you play with time travel ideas in your spare time, this would be a sweet piece of cake, just add in divinity and physical manifestation of that time travelling in our material world.

Let me just put it this way. Jet engine falls into Donnie's room but nobody has an explanation for it, thus it came from the future through a corruption in space-time. This corruption opens up the Tangent Universe, which will only take weeks before it falls down on the Primary Universe and creates a black hole on it. And Donnie is called on to save the universe by a man in a bunny-suit named Frank. Donnie has a serious case of sleepwalking (rare sonumbulist disorder because it's major sleepwalking) and this time Frank leads him to a golf course somewhere in order to save him from said jet engine. So now Donnie does what Franks tell him because he wants to find out how the hell he can send the fucking jet engine to where it belongs.

Blablabla. THe Philosophy of Time Travel. Looping back to the past. Etc. It ends with Donnie laughing in the end and going to sleep, back right before the jet engine falls on him.

I didn't say everything that happened, of course, so you should watch it. Problem is I haven't been able to find a copy of the dang movie anywhere here in the Philippines so you might have to go Limewire and pirate it even if it's such a wicked movie. (And then you can continue searching for an original copy eh?)

This movie is a bit like a collage of different stuff with time travel as an issue that surfaces slightly above the rest along with Donnie's psychoness. I think some stuff should have been built up more in order to explain things better but I think the director wants it that way, to have it more open to interpretation.

And of course Jake Gyllenhaal is in this movie. (Cue: Fangirl cheers.) And weirdly Drew Barrymore is in it too.

What else are you waiting for? Watch it now. I shall leave you with the rather depressing song from the end of the movie, Gary Jule's Mad World. (Copy pasted from LyricsMania.com)

Verse 1
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, No tomorrow

Chorus
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Verse 2
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, Look right through me

Chorus
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Enlargen your world

Mad World

I think this song is perfect for the ending and for Donnie.

And as for that damned ending. I think it didn't have to happen. And for some reason somebody had this extremely weird thought or was just too tired from it all and happy that he's back to where everything started (after all he's a rational mind and didn't believe in all the things he ended up believing in order to time travel and "save the universe") that he just *forgot*, so whatever happened in the happened, happened. Oh you know. haha

Covers

I think there are some covers out there that are worth putting on repeat as much as the originals. Sometimes, in some aspect, they sound better than the original. (But of course, that varies per person.) I'd update and add to this list but right now I only have 3 in mind.

311's cover of The Cure's Love Song
Ryan Adam's cover of Oasis's Wonderwall
JD Fortune's cover of Nirvana's Come As You Are

Forever Changes

Singapore forever changed my taste in music. I don't know what happened but now I feel like I have to spend more time staring at the sky and wallowing in depression while listening to equally tragic songs. (And now, like a while ago on the bus to Megamall from Clark, I was singing along to Petshop Boysomgwhat'shappened. But hey, it's pretty fun, really.)

I can't believe I'm downloading James Blunt songs now. When I first saw him on Top Of The Pops I was like, "Shite get this dude off that stage and put McFly on RIGHT NOW. GO AWAY AND STOP DOING FALSETOS Mr. Blunt!!!" (Yes, I'm trading in James Blunt's seemingly better songwriting than McFly for hormone driven songs. And Danny. On TV. Haha)

And this other song of his goes like, Do you want this one night stand, let's take a risk... I'm a sinner, you're a winner, I am doomed. Wtf is that lyric? And yet I am downloading it. His stuff are actually are pretty good and easy to listen to.

I can just imagine the next songs I'd be playing...

Depressing slow James Blunt songs
Stay Together by Suede (YOU MUST DL THIS if you haven't heard it yet)
Some Interpol
Wonderwall
And a lot of 90s love songs
And suicidal 90s diva dancey songs that, highly likely, I will be dancing to. SHHH.
Some similar content Fall Out Boy but better music that reminds me of HS that somehow, listening to Sugar We're Going Down makes me want to cry

Okay, now give me some Hanoi Rocks.

And my cousin bought me one of those small security alarms from Japan. What the f... she must be crazy. Or must have trusted my dad's advice too much. (My dad seems to have a thing for buying security alarms in all shapes and colors. I still have the pink My Melody keychain security alarm from last summer.) Now I say splurge the little Singapore money I have left >:[

Singapore Part 1, lah: The Boy-watching Low Lives Strike Again

Actually, I don't have a lot to tell about Singapore except that it's just like a larger version of Makati and there are no "backstreets" or "local spots" worth looking around in unless you are extremely attracted to the idea of walking around and taking pictures amidst residential apartments and condominiums. If you're going to Singapore it better be for the tourist spots (laser light shows, fountaints, night safaris, zoos) and shopping and food hawker centers.

But I have come to talk about the experience. And I shall divide it by parts.

As we all know I and my dear friends are very fond of people watching. And yes, we were shamelessly on the look out for gwapos hahahaha.

There were a couple in our hostel. One's an English dude with his girlfriend. But he's not very goodlooking. The other one arrived on our second to the last day there. We call him Robbie Williams because he's a less maniac-looking, less freaky, more good looking version of Robbie Williams.

And then there was Interchange Boy. Ayisse reckons he's a few years younger, I insist he's the same age as us. Kid looked Eurasian with brown longish hair, dark brown eyes and we just saw him for like 3 seconds as we passed each other on the way out of the Boon Lay station interchange mall (he was going in).

And then there's McDonald's Guy. Who we stalked, Remika the most, for quite a bit. Ayisse even wanted to, eherm, approach him (hey we wanted to approach everybody but didn't really, even screwed up the only chance we could have approached osmebody.) Anyway, of all of them I would have to put him on top of the, errr, hotness scale. HAHA Shall post photo of his back when Ayisse uploads it. He has Ian Somerhalder's eyes and he looks like a cross between Ian S and Drew Fuller. Yes, you can all fly to Singapore and look for him there now. (We think he's a local.)

No. 2 would have to be this guy on the same flight back home. Anyway we shall call him Stephen because:

Looks like Stephen from Laguna Beach - out-of-proportion forehead + blue eyes + more charming + generally better looking than Stephen + a tad larger built

Shall post slightly dark camera phone photo when Ayisse has it available.

He was first known as Pink Shirt Guy, then Pink Lacrosse Shirt Guy. Anyway, this is his story. lol (I feel so silly right now for typing all this crap.) He met Weezer GUy (some dude with emo glasses and long blond hair) and Weezer's girlfriend who looks like a south american-chinese cross in the gate waiting area on the way home. And then they were all together ever since. He was eye catching for the reason that he was wearing a light pink shirt and camouflage cargo shorts. And yes he did look good wearing that. Anyway... stalked him at the baggage claim and Immigration area. Up to outside Clark Airport. Ayisse went out to approach him as we were buying bus tickets inside because we figured they were lost due to this overheard conversation (by Ayisse):

Stephen: How do we get our of here?
Weezer: I don't know. Fuck them.

Or something like that. UNFORTUNATELY, by the time Ayisse was supposed to approach them the guard at the door to the airport Arrival area already told them how to get the hell out of Middle Of Nowhere Diosdado Macapagal International Airport Clark Pampanga (MONDMIAC-P).

And before that, as we entered the Departure again to buy tickets they were behind us and Weezer said in a somewhat thick rather geometrical (aka jagged) accent: We want to go to the toilet. But they didn't know you have to present your passport so blablabla.

Speaking of passport, because of Ayisse keen observing powers, we foundo ut that Stephen is portugese.

So we were on the bus fervently wishing they would all get on the same bus (hey there was only one anyway). The bus slowly filled up. We got out and bought pizzas. Went back on to find out they got the remaining seats up front. Fuck that. Well, I got a good view of his back side anyway since I got an aisle seat and so did he. And they were sitting on the front so we could see part of his reflection on the mirror up there. How pathetic of us eh? Well, the low lives strike back.

And there's another guy as we were crossing Bugis to get to the bus stop around 10pm last night. He was drunk. And so was his only other friend. Yes he was sort of good looking but he was wearing a black button down polo two sizes larger and it just doesn't look good. Mon, he looks like your Matteo btw. haha (Saw that post cos I was with Remika when she was viewing it.)

Blablabla Shall post something readable not only by females, or gays, in a later post :D

I'll Never Be The Same Again. In all caps, ye read that right.

From now on I will always be breaking out into a song, a love song from the 90s or one of those late 90s early 00s diva songs hahaha. Waited for a fucking bus to Singapore Night Safari for almost an hour. First waited for like 30 minutes in the wrong stop. And then missed the bus by 3 seconds on the correct stop and blablabla. The whole time we road the bus from Bugis to a bus stop around 30 minutes from the Night Safari, I was singing Libertines songs first and blablabla. And then from the long wait along Ang Moo Kio road (for that bus to NIght Safari) Ayisse and I started singing. And then from the final ride to Night Safari Remika wanted to shut both Ayisse and I up, especially me. Songs sung and partly danced to on the bus tonight:

Can't Stand Me Now - The Libertines
What Katie Did - The Libertines
That last post on the bugle song thing - The Libertines
Music (or whatever, yung hey mr. dj blablabla) - Madonna
Some Kylie
Will of the wind
Some barbara streisand and bryan adams song (I've Finally Found Someone)
I love rock n roll
blablabla

And then there was this around 13-14 year old looking kid who sat infront of us on the bus (we three occupied the seats at the back back most) was wearing like a yellow spag strap top and short white ra-ra skirt. And then a really tall/huge Indian man sat next to her and eyed her for a few times. It was funny she was small and he was tall. And then she got off the bus, shite, the back of her skirt was kinda folded? up. Not that it's the first time I've seen that but you know blablabla.

And then she did take a photo of herself at one point before the Indian men came on the bus.

No bus on the wya back from Night Safari which ended at 12mn btw. So we took the last bus to the farthest station, which was not very far. Alighted at the wrong station, rounded the whole corner of a block to eat at McDs. Walked 500m to try to lessen the cost if we're to take a taxi. Ended in the middle of Nowhere road. Got a taxi. Was wondering why we were driving North all throughout until kind Indian driver reconfirmed our destination. I think he thought we said Upper Serangoon when we said LAvender corner Serangoon. And he was like, "Why didn't you say LaVENder." This differences in diction is making us all crazy. I mean everybody just has a crazy diction and blablabla.

I want to sleep now. Was supposed to go to Fire Walking Festival but decided it might be as boring as the Hari Raya light up and I wouldn't die if I don't see taht firewaking festival.

bye bye

I still don't feel sleepy actually.

Anyway... Singapore is, drumroll please, pretty boring. I like being depressed and stuff, that's the melodramatic kind of depressed, but I would'nt want to live here because I'd be depressed in that rather annoying way. I mean, it's just not a place that inspires me. Maybe it's fun to live here as a student but on second thought I wouldn't want to live here.

Goodbye Note

Went to bed at 9pm and I'm still up. Fuck, can't sleep. Might as well watched Less Than Perfect and The Drew Carrey Show. Damn.

When I get back home, hopefully, the damned mouse that creeps in and out of my room is already dead. None of us here know where the fuck they came from and how the hell they got in our house. Friggin mice they should all die. Die, I say.

And being away, I'll be able to take a break from my brother's endless screaming and my mother's yapping. And Faye's whining perhaps (special mention Faye, surprise, surprise). How happy. But it's just 6 days you know. 6 days. Not so happy about that, I guess.

My head hurts, but I don't have any more colds.

Have you ever felt like not going to a certain place when on vacation but somehow a part of you wants to go there still just to check it out - because you're afraid you might not feel complete if you don't visit a certain place no matter how touristy it is? I might as well be referring to the whole of Singapore here (hahaha) but I'm just referring to Chinatown. Oh well, Singapore Tourism Board lady said it's a small place anyway so might as well drop by there.

Strange. Right now, I want to be in Japan. Alone and depressed and eating McD's take out while watching a bilingual Hollywood movie on TV. (I know I said I'll finish Anthro here anyway but I just can't wait to live there. I have to sort this freaking thing out. Oh in time, in time, I'll find out. Let's see... I'll just apply, if I pass, then good. I'll go. But if I get somewhere here with my photography, then I don't freaking know I should be sleeping now.)

On another note, freaking math I get a 3.0 so now I'm not qualified for cum laude status (CS.. well I'm not really after the scholarship but the prestige beybeh). And I should've taken that Anthro finals even though I was exempted... I could've gotten a 1 instead of a 1.5 but hey, I'm happy. Let's hope the "1.751-2.00 = with honors" rule exists within the College of Science.

But what the hell is an award or honor for anyway except to better validate a good feeling about one's self? Guess I don't really need it since I already feel good about a 1.897 (assuming I get a 1 in Film; and frankly though it doesn't look high enough for me :( MEH.)... Fuck that. I'm going to spend the next 6 days with grrrrreat people, I should be happy. And I'm gonna be taking a bunch of photos. A bunch. (Crazy though I only have 3 rolls of 36 shot films. Enter digital camera.)

One last thing, I have a mini sort of poll here people. Comment your answer. Do you think I should apply for that Japanese scholarship and spend a total of 7 years finishing my undergraduate degree (but spending 5 years of that in Japan) or should I just finish it here in 3-4 years? Thanks ye lurvely penguins.

Once in my young life

When I was in gradeschool I never thought of friends who I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with. I've never thought of going to other countries with friends. I've never thought of meeting people I'm gonna want to go on crazy adventures with. (Although I had this friend and we made really funny hand-drawn mini comic books.)

Actually, I didn't even think I'd be able to meet friends I'm probably going to be with for the rest of my life with early in high school. It's just now that I realized that I actually already have a bunch of assholes I can invite to my wedding, IF there's going to be one. (Assholes meant in the most loving way you never thought of. haha)

Or maybe I just approached it differently. You know what I'm saying... I never made new friends thinking, "Oh this is the person that's gonna be there up until I'm 50 and still smashing." Okay, just kidding about the 'and still smashing' part.

I love you all, you know who you guys are. What do you say we pick a place and time and meet there X number of years from now? Come on, it'd be fun. And you can now open a savings account dedicated solely for that trip. hahaha

Actually, I was just thinking of the opening script for my new screenplay and then I suddenly turned into mush with this now-waning ill-feeling and Singapore trip 2 days from now. Damn. I should start putting all these things down on paper. (The script ideas I mean.)

This Is Ryan Carnes

To those who watch Desperate Housewives, he's the, apparently, closet gay friend of John the gardener (aka John the housewife toy).

Click for picture

*shoves name in a list right beside Drew Fuller, Jake Gyllenhaal, etc*

Hahahahahaha

*Continues to laugh hysterically*

And no, come on, he can't be gay in real life. (Or maybe yes.)

Let's Cast Hero

Got Ricky Lee's Trip To Quiapo: Scriptwriting Manual from Faye. Thanks Faye.

Now that I've read a third of it and skimmed through to the end, I want to try my hand yet again at scriptwriting. This time, I'll research it well and finish it to the end. And of course, I'll consult a bunch of other people. And if it's going to be a full film project I want a bunch of other people to collaborate with. One of the production/post-prod problems I'm thinking of at the moment is the quality of the movie. The quality of the picture does have a huge effect since I want to move out of the rough, street, verite style. (Doesn't mean there aren't going to be bits of it though.) So investment on high end DV cams should be on the list. (Read: Not exactly buy, you know.)

THe problem though is I'm afraid I might end up making another Fight Club or Love Me If You Dare, you know. It's hard to make a screenplay of what would be THE movie when your idea of THE movie has already been made. Oh well, its just raising the bar.

Anyway so the first Star Circle winner Hero Angeles on 24 Oras awhile ago. Maybe he's going to shift to GMA or something after whatever contract he has ends. He mentioned about playing off-beat roles. I don't even have a script here and I already want to cast him haha. I know, weird eh. But come on, I do believe he can act.

Guess Who's Back (back back)

Not really who. Which.

Found the damned thing under my notebook and on top of my scanner. Which sits practically beside me. I'm BLIND.

Uni Qlo in the Philippines

Surplus Shop does not cease to amaze me. I tagged along mom and her mom to the mall because they were eating out with a cousin and my little brother, and you know me, I don't let any offer of free pasta and sweets pass me so yeah... And they dropped by Surplus Shop so I decided to do my informal inventory of items the store is selling.

At first they had AE Outfitters shirts. They already took it out but have a couple of AE sweats or something, I think. Ok course, the various Chinese clothes were still there and the old NY&Co. blouses nobody buys but to my surprise, they have UNI QLO skirts out now. (The really small sizes so maybe that's why those skirts got dumped somewhere.) UNI QLO. My beloved UNI QLO (I dedicated a post to this, search UNI QLO on the tool bar above if you want to read it hehe). Plus a couple of other Jap brands. And then they have Aeropostale shorts. And a couple of Man U official merchandise. Blabladibla. And they have loads of Indian cotton shirts and a few Italian shirts in the Mens' Department. Believe me, I wanted to buy them Indian button down shirts and turn them into, erm, I dunno... skirts, pillow covers? haha

I really don't have anything to say except that I'm leaving next Fridaaaaay. But I still don't know how the hell we're gonna get to Pampanga haha. I have yet to find that shuttle service that leaves from Megamall.

Since at the moment, I am Queen of All-the-time-in-the-world...

Faye passed it on.

Seven things that scare you:

1. losing a loved one
2. being a wreck for the rest of my life
3. being in the middle of a crime in progress
4. dying an extremely painful death (ex. murder by ballpen or something)
5. getting terminal illness
6. death of my love affair with life (aka growing old and bitter or quarter-aged and depressed beyond redemption)
7. mice and snakes on the loose

Seven things you like the most:

1. Travelling
2. Reading
3. Good food
4. My frieeeends (and family, including my cousin, gran and aunt)
5. Great films
6. Every sublime and funny moment in life. (After seeing a movie, reading a book, silent moments after good talks, goofing off with friends, rolling down hills.)
7. The prospect of a better tomorrow, always a better tomorrow.

Seven important things in your room:

1. COMPUTER
2. BOOKS
3. VCDs
4. CAMERAS and photos
5. TV
6. Bed and pillows
7. Cabinets and drawers

Seven random facts about you:

1. I am always whining to Raphael about my state of desperation... uhm, desperation.
2. I am in love with Japan. I'd live there as a photographer and this other friend as a make-up artist hehe.
3. I like cheese. Camembert and Kraft Eden are my favourites. haha
4. I like British sitcoms, except for The Office and the like.
5. I am in love with the idea of tragic and depressing moments like eating alone in McD's in Japan and going home to an empty apartment. But I'm an extremely happy person and cannot live without a human within a km radius.
6. I think Chanel makes killer gowns and dresses more than anybody else does.
7. I used to lose some stuff less than a week after buying them.

Seven things you plan to do before you die:

1. Make an award winning feature film (Yes, I'm moving on folks haha)
2. Travel the world and experience a whole bunch o cultures
3. Live around Tokyo (not exactly in Tokyo, more like Shibuya or Yokohama)/NY/Italy/England/Hawai'i/blablabla wherever the wind takes me. haha
4. Go inside a pyramid
5. Work as a photographer to the day I die
6. Help a whole bunch o people
7. Make my parents proud (prouder than they are now lol). Yes, you read that write.

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:
You know what, I've never asked myself this before

1. Can carry a decent conversation.
2. Is not an idiot or a jerk.
3. Great personality.
4. Great smile, and it's in the eyes I guess.
5. Understanding and has no issues about his manhood being threatened (in the event that I become more accomplished than him HAHA just kidding).
6. Basically a new age guy with his morals intact.
7. Gay... okay I'm just kidding. Let's try this again...
7. I haven't met yet. No, not really...
7. Has to be Italian or Irish... Just kidding again.
7. Has to look like the most gorgeous guy in the world in that e-mail that has been going around (He's Indian but he looks Turkish or Slav or whatever) Well... lol
7. Actually, I'm just shitting you so I listed 4 number 7s. No, 8.

Seven things you say the most:

1. okay
2. aaah
3. yeah/yep
4. hahahahaha (My laugh slowly evolved into a literally haha sounding one)
5. oo
6. tapos
7. ohmygad

Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign)
In somewhat no particular order

1. Brad Pitt
2. Michael Angarano
3. Jake gyllenhaal
4. Dennis Trillo wahaha
5. Pierce Brosnan :O
6. Gael garcia bernal
7. Does JD Fortune count? Okay, you can shoot me now. No, I was just kidding. Hmm... younger Al Pacino :D

Passing this on to:
Anybody but I'd like to see REMIKA do this. Come on, come on. :D

GTO's On TV

Was supposed to teach Ayisse how to ride a bicycle in QC Circle but I was late, and I got lost... in QC Circle. So by the time I arrived she already knew how to ride one.

Went down south again to watch Dias Contadas in Greenbelt. What we know is that the freaking movie doesn't have a rating. That's why we chose to watch it because we know we could easily get it. Fucking guard said it's R-18. He asked me first how old I was, me, being confident it isn't rated 18 told him I'm 17 - I mean, why lie, why bother. Blabladibla. We weren't able to get in. Even though we said it's for Film class. (See, if I knew beforehand it has a fucking rating I would've said "*Stare at him for 5 seconds* 18. *Flash uni ID*") Hmp. MEH. Forgot my ID at home too anyway, so yeah.

Watched 40 Yr Old Virgin again instead. Remika and Ayisse haven't watched it yet anyway and I am more than willing to watch it again. Frikkin hilarious movie. Steve Carell's the best.

The ride home on the MRT was somewhat hilarious. Train was packed. The good thing about it was that even if the train swayed and all, you wouldn't fall. Then Ayisse and I started cracking up all these jokes. The gay-ish man infront of us looked like he wanted to laugh but was probably torn between that and thinking what stupid, wasted-life teenagers we are. Or he was just jealous because we're having fun and not complaining about the sardine state we were in. I mean, if you are to complain and grumble about having to be squeezed in with a bunch of other people, ride some other form of public transport - or better yet, get a car.

(Ayisse would probably have a story about two singits in her blog. On our way to Ayala though this lady was trying to cut in line between Ayisse and me. We were trying to elbow her or something when she asked me "Ito ba yung exact fare?" to which I replied, "Opo, doon sa likod nagsisimula yung pila.")

After only 2 stations in our sardine state, I had to go out so that people way at the back can get off their station. What is the problem with all these people up front the doors who can't step off for a while to let the other people out. Those getting in would understand anyway and let you get in first. (Well, they did let me get in first. Somebody's ass will be very sorry anyway if they didn't.)

The horror of horrors came when this, erm, meaty, er, fat, er, carbs-loving lady squeezed herself in. By this time I was right in the middle of the two doors. And thank God nobody forgot to put on deodorant. It was really funny, if only Ayisse and I were still standing next to each other, if we didn't get separated, I would've cracked something like, "Hello armpit 1, hello armpit 2, hello armpit 3... How're you guys doin?" With that we would've found out who has a tucked in insecurity... with his/her pits. :D

Well, 7 frikkin days til I ship my ass to a foreign land with the company of 2 of the best people in the world. (Feel special, you maniacs. :p)

PS
Maybe the reason why the spanish films were R18's because there are breast exposures while the sex scenes are on.. or making love scenes, whatever. While in 40 Yr Old Virgin, while I believe the dialogue is more crass, it's just R13 because there are no boobies while they're doing it. And it's a good way how to teach the kiddos about the birds and the bees. I just reckon though.

PPS
I just realized, it would be a pretty long time before I get to step on a plane again. *Cries* I can always use my mileage and choose to go to Japan again but... I might just save that 20,000 points (just enough to get you a free ticket to Japan). And when I go to the mediterranean area (Southern Italy-Greece-Turkey) summer of 2007, my points would pile up again. The summer after that, by which time I hope I've already graduated but it's alright if I haven't yet hehe, I'd probably claim a free ticket to Nepal and travel the area all the way down to Malaysia or something. Would be awesome to have a friend along again though. Since trips are much more fun with friends. Loads more fun. And you don't have to worry about forgetting which funny/stupid/omgwtf stories to tell.

Itinerary, check.

Amazingly, this is the first time today that I went online. Everybody can clap at my wonderful restraining powers now.

Actually, I wasn't trying to keep myself away from the internet. I wasn't even thinking about it. (Everybody can clap again at my incredible detachment from the internet.)

Okay, you dun need to take that seriously folks. (Points for you if you clapped though.)

Today was very productive. I was able to finalize the general itinerary for the Singapore trip with the help of Remika. And then I finalized things just a while ago with Ayisse. The itinerary talk was around noon. After that I sat there in the living room couch alternating between reading various Singapore Tourism Board brochures and staring at the tail of a Pikachu doll on the other side of the room (aka staring at "empty space").

After that I watched Natural Born Killers (which is, like it says on the back of the VCD, truly visually dazzling) and Fight Club, again, because it's an awesome, awesome movie. Right from the start, Natural Born Killers, by the way, reminded me so much of Quentin Tarantino movies... Only to realize later on that it was based on a story by Quentin Tarantino. It's like a psychedelic movie out of CrimeLibrary.com recorded on a schizo camera that alternates between colored and black and white. You know... The story was insane but hey, the acting was insanely effective and so were the visuals.

So, I end this post saying Chuck Pahlaniuk is a fucking genius. (And Edward Norton is a brilliant actor.)

PS
Mother is still ranting about "lost" sunglasses.

Missing Item Report

I now officially declare my pair of Kenneth Cole sunglasses missing.

Sad. It was sunny out the day before the other day and I was looking to use it but couldn't find it. So I used another pair instead.

The day after my mom told me to look for it and even if I haven't started looking for it she already said it must be missing. She went crazy again and yapped on and on about how she'll never give me something expensive again. Well that was a solicited gift from her anyway. lol The damned thing couldn't have jumped out of my bag, you know. And I know I didn't leave it somewhere in UP. (Oh the horror of losing something in there, if I do lose something in there, it's as good as gone.)

I know it's still somewhere inside the house. It must be. It should be inside one of my bags. But all my bags are empty. What the fuck is up with me, I always lose things. Ahuhuhu. Maybe it's time to buy and label stacks of clear drawers.

It's still inside the house. It has to be. But you know, I've been thinking of buying a new pair. (NO AM, STOP IIIIIIT.)

Between last night and this hour

Telephone ringing woke me up at 9am. The bugger.

It was my dad, calling in to follow up the DSL connection application. And to talk to my mom. But my mom went out to take care of that application and to drop my younger brother to school. (Where whenever he arrives, all the girls in her class get up and crowd around him and hug him while he stands there, clueless and looking like the most clueless asshole-by-chance you've ever seen a kid look.)

Stayed up until 2am reading this Jimmy Breslin book I bought ages ago for P50 at National Bookstore, I Don't Want To Go To Jail. Funny book. Nighty Night wasn't on TV and I forgot to tune into Adult Swim because I was busy reading that book and listening to The Office (which was on instead of Nighty Night). Once in a while that show is funny but overall, I just find it too boring. And I think that's the idea of the show. Star World better comes up with The Robinsons and Human Remains, fast. (But Scrubs and Less Than Perfect are awesome shows anyway, so I'm content.)

Speaking of Star World, there's the not-so-recently concluded Rockstar: INXS. I wonder how the old dudes are now, recording with JD Fortune and all. And as for the next Rockstar show Brook Burke seems to have hinted at... I wonder which vocalist's gonna kick the bucket next. Or would it be a vocalist looking for a band this time? A follow up show's a scary thought anyway.

(I'm listening to The Libertines now. I just want to say how I've always thought that they're songs, or some of their songs, would sound awesome sung by JD. Seriously. And ya know that somewhat "secret track" or the extention song after What Became Of The Likely Lads? I love that one. I love it. I don't worship Pete Doherty but I have to say, the guy's somewhat of a genius.)

And remember how JD sang this song Money or something about money? Well I remember my money and I don't have any money at the moment. Zilch. Except for Php500 which I was planning to put in the bank just because I haven't put something in there for ages. Oh man, where mi money go? I know I still have an extra 500 bucks somewhere here but... I don't know. I misplaced the bill or probably am just forgetting which cash registrar I had it placed in. Safe and tucked with a sweet capital ker-ching. I think? I think.

Damn, I need that money. I've been wanting to have some of shots I took in Japan to be blown up or something but haven't really found the time to choose which shots, exactly. Meh, I'd probably take the money and deposit another thousand or two when the lovely check from my lovely gran comes in. Money for my lovely trip to Singapore. Lovely. Heh :p This money loving is kinda dangerous but you can't deny it that somehow, with some things, you just can't do it without money. And it's a pity it's such a scarcity everywhere in the world except for the rich uns' pockets. Meh. Can't really care much about that sort of imbalance. As long as I have the necessities, I'm happy. If I have something extra then I'm extra happy. If I get something extraordinary to do with that extra than the more extraordinary I feel. Simple? Actually, it somewhat is. But when you start thinking about it seems to be more complex. And then later on you realize thinking it's complext makes it complex.

What am I exactly saving up for? Believe me, I just asked myself that now. All these years I've had this savings account with a small, unsteady trickle of money (because sometimes I forget the bugger exists) and I still don't have an idea of what I'm keeping all these money for. Maybe when I go off to live on my own... I wonder how much it'd be worth then. Maybe, maybe, when I ship my ass to somewhere... I wonder how much it'd be worth then. I can buy a ticket to some other country with the money, that much I've figured out. I remember, once they deducted a thousand from my account because I didn't deposit anything for one year. Hehehe.

Teller: Blablabladibla because you failed to deposit anything for a year.
Me: *shock*
Me: Oh ok.
Me: Meh. *Walks away*

I've had a stage-by-stage process of acceptance pretty similar to that for quite a long time now. You can't help some things. And if they happen, and it's your own fault it did, then there's no use complaining and yelling... you're responsible for it. And no use beating yourself to death too. You would want to live and not make that mistake again, just to show you've learned something. How can you do that with a rather pacified heart burried 6 feet under or as a pile of ash inside a square foot of box? You can't. So you don't kill yourself.

So there people. Morning ramblings brought to you by me. I'm not charging yet for this, don't worry. Yet.

Sem. Break. And. 40YearOldVirgin.

I said I'd probably do some life rearranging again this sembreak. This early, I've already reached one of my never concrete conclusions. Well at least it's some sort of conclusion.

I'll finish Anthropology here as fast as I can, like 3 years perhaps or 3 years and a semester. And then go on to formal photography proper for a year or something? Or if I get assimilated into film I might do that. After that though it's masters in Arch/Anth in Japan for me. Then maybe get an apprenticeship there in photography. I am very much perceptive to the large blinking neon lights in Japan saying opportunity... to be a japayuki. JUST KIDDING. (Hey, my sister's name is Yuki.) What I meant was fashion photography in Japan. And then I ship my ass to Cambridge, which I so hope, will take me in for a PhD in Arch :D

Woot woot.

BUT, since you people aren't really interested with my life why don't you discuss yours??? :) Would be lovely to get ideas from each other.

And, discuss the new Dior summer collection by John Galliano too if you want. My tastes are too subtle and quiet for his designs so far but when I saw the new collection in the paper I was just like... whoah, so pretty. It's all about nude colors, sheer clothing, and of course, the seemingly ever-present sensuality from what the little fashion-related area in my brain could gather.

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Laugh your ass out and watch 40 Year Old Virgin. Yes, you're bound to laugh even before you watch the movie. I think.

I thought the dialogue was going to be tasteless for the most part. But it wasn't entirely like that. And you would be an ass to leave in the middle of the movie ranting about how gross it is anyway - that's the nature of the movie.

It's not even as gross as the Scary Movies or as hormone-driven as American Pie (nothing can be more hormone driven than a teenage movie like America Pie, I guess... Wait, do we take into consideration mexican films? heh heh). To me at least. I think it's basically because it deals with the issues of a 40 year old who's never done it. So while there were some saucy lines and an old Indian/middle eastern talking on and on about sex positions, there was bound to be morals (of a toy-collecting, bicycle riding, non-driving, 40 year old virgin) involved.

(Funny scene when the Indians told one of Andy's friends to "Go fuck a goat," before they never invited the two of em Indians to any parties or clubs. And Andy's friend was like, "Why do you keep on telling me to go fuck a goat?" Lol)

Of course, there were freak scenes. Like that scene with Beth in the tub near the end. Holy hell, freak show. But the movie is not riddled with that. Actually, I think that's the only really freak scene there or something. Correct me if there's anything else. Oh wait - there was the speed date scene where this woman was just ranting and ranting and her other boob popped out. But it wasn't really, it was just a funny, wth moment.

(And ohmygod, you have to see the waxing scene. That scene almost killed me.)

It was an awesome movie and there were "aww" moments too for Andy (the main character) and pretty sweet moments. And it was just hilarious. (Okay I'm rambling here.) It's really pretty good with this film-as-entertainment thing.

The cast is colorful and Steve Carell was great with portraying Andy. (Random) I just remember when he said at one point near the the start of the movie how, "they feel like bags of sand." And he was like, "What was I thinking? Bag of sands? Wth???" while peddaling all the way home on his bicycle.

And the ending... it's like the dance number Filipino movies have always wanted to do but this one nailed it. And the theater was just laughing all through out that last scene.

I think 40yr Old Virgin is worth your money more than Deuce Bigalow is (since they're the two similar movies out at the same time around here.) In fact, it's one of the best comedies I've seen in a long while. You just laugh all through out the movie. (Wedding Crashers was funny but a bit disappointing, considering I thought it'd be funnier.)

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And I'm posting my pre-enlisted subjects for next sem :D No Math53, no Math53. Imagine my joy...

Anthropology 1 (Intro to Anth)
Archaeology 1 (Archaeo in the Philippines... I think)
Film 12 (Sine Pinoy, last sem I took Sining Sine = art films, I suppose)
Italian 10 (Italian, yay)
Marine Sci 1

And an extra 3 units on, hmm, some European Studies subject or something. South East Asian Emporiums might be a bit heavy.

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Adult Swim at Cartoon Network tonight starting 11:15pm, I think. Mission Hill at 11:45 or 11:30 I think. (Or maybe that was last night. Dunno, slept early last night.) Well, Nighty Night later tonight. Hey it rhymes. And did anybody else watch Less Than Perfect last Thursday? :D Awesome show.

Pseudo-AR and Let's Go To Japan

Our Version of Amazing Race:

Catch a flight to Singapore from Clark, Pampanga.
Upon arriving at Changi Airport, make your way to The Hive in Lavander Street corner Serangoon Road. First person to arrive gets her fortune told by a parakeet for free, courtesy of the two other losers... or something like that. Or no, you don't get anything at all except for the loads of fun trying to make your way there. Alone.

I thought that one way to make our entry to Singapore extra fun would be to find our way to our hostel individually. It shouldn't be that hard. Just imagine how funny it would be when one of us arrives at the hostel 5 hours after the others or something, lol. And you two kiddos should be extremely proud of yourselves for your first 2 hours in alien territory, miles away from home, alone. *claps in anticipation and uncontainable excitement*

I dunno, I'd probably come up with random "Amazing Race" challenges during the stay. Like, find a durian in the middle of the night. Haha Or something ripped off from one of the real episodes of AR: First to come up with 10 photos of 10 different nationalities :D Yay. Some people would probably be corny as hell since we wouldn't have a damned camera following us around and they'd be suspicious and all but hey, that's all part of the fun. (And it's double purpose, can serve as an addition to my starting portrait collection :D Hahaha)

So, since Northwest has a promo, and I want to use my mileage because they might reset it when they change managements, I might go to Japan for Christmas or something. Anybody want to come? I'll tour you around :D Please, please, please somebody come with me. I'll take anybody who's not an axe murderer (or a variation of one). Just so I have somebody to go around with and watch some bands with in Roponggi or Shibuya.

(I'm posting this invite in vain though, I know. I can always come off as an axe murder myself so I understand. But if someone's interested... you know. And if you are enrolled in the Northwest Airlines or any Sky Club member, it'd only cost you $120 roundtrip plus 10,000 miles.)

Wait I've got another pseudo-AR challenge idea. Find two other strangers to ride the reverse bunjee jump with you (somewhere in the quays).

Aaaand, I'm plugging Cartoon Network's Adult Swim program. (Can't believe that they've come up a whole new section for cartoons like Mission Hill and all. What if little kiddies stumble upon it? :O Meh. Heh.) Starts at around 10 or 11pm I think? I'll update it when I remember what the exact times are.

Kryptooooo, super dog.

The weather's cool, it just stopped raining outside and it's absolutely lovely. Now, this isn't one of those ode to rainy days again :D I've written enough of those I think. When I decide to again, of course this place would be the first to know.

Well, rain = lower temperature = I can actually wear socks (because, I'm almost always wearing slippers) = blabladibla.

On an update, I wasn't able to take any of the planned, as random as it was, portrait shots because, tadaaa, I ran out of batteries. Weirdly though, after a little more than a year of brilliant photography discovery and exploration, I only got to appreciate my 28mm last night.

I have 2 zooms and would probably buy a fixed lens for the first time in the near future *cross fingers*. And yes, that'd be a 28mm because. I dunno, it just works for me. Or something like 15mm perhaps. Let's see though if I have the money or if I have enough left over from the Sing pocket moneh. Nyahaha.

This sem break though I have to find out when the HD Camera handling workshop in UP will be and see if I can still join. Because I have absolutely nothing to do this sembreak aside from the Sing trip with Ayisse and Remika. (And rearranging my life perhaps, bladibla.)

And have I mentioned already? I am thinking of making an archive of every book/movie review I've done in the past. Nothing special, just saying it. I know nobody goes on here much but hey, it's excellent therapy (waste of time in disguise, actually).

Time to go and change the channel. I hope Jasper doesn't get here in time for Krypto to Super Dog. Even though he sings it all cute it's just ann----NOOOO he's here.

On another note yet again... opened Remika's "most gorgeous guy" email after a week or something of it unignored in my inbox and ohmygad... he looks like it. AAAAAAAH.

(Sorry for the brief manlust moment there. I know Remika, it's probably one Indian you won't ignore. ADMIT IT. hahaha)

Train of thought

You thought I was dead? Well you're not alone. I though so too.

In blog world at least.

Only reason why there hasn't been much activity here for the past few days is because I've been doing something in real life. Yay for me. (And that I haven't been getting much hits... I think. Because there aren't much comments now that I tried to write write something, nobody comments... what a downer. And I'm too lazy to get a counter I'd rather walk to the kitchen to get water.)

So, this week, we stuffed a ginger bread man voodoo doll in a C2 refrigerator inside the math building caf aka Diliman Cafe. (I think they call it a cafe just because they serve you your order. Mheh.) Now, Mheh is a rather unusual and pathetic cross between meh and heh.

I also finished shooting short film (7 minutes and four frikkin minutes, yay again) and edited it in what must have been 24 hours haha. Shooting was around 6 hours or something? But we did the shots over 3 days because we don't like doing much work in one day. And somebody's always an hour later. It was fun doing it.

Editing's still a bitch. Well maybe because the past two times that I did a short, it was rush. Hah. But give me a fast computer and proper shots and I'll be super at it or something. And editing would be the new love of my life.

But I still love doing cinematography and, frankly, would choose to do it over editing. However, I have a thing for this visualizing crap so I do want to play director too. Since then I get to dabble in everything else. Haha But then again, I like dealing with cinematography better than directing (or production design, but that's pretty fun too) because I'm not very good with keeping track of so many things and organizing them.

(And as a short ode to cinematography, somewhat, it irks me that some productions, even just independent ones, have a lot more resources put into them but can't quite invest a lot on cinematography. Well-thought of cinematography can do a lot. And color correcting. Why do almost all Filipino movies have dull-ish colors? Does it have something to do with the gray tinged atmosphere of this place? Or is it all technical? And the commercials have way better color than local movies. I remember what the highest payed cinematographer dude in the country told us about that in one talk... It does have something to do with the equipment and usually higher resources/funding for commercials.)

Only thing I'm not too hot about is scriptwriting because I think you need a nearly bottomless well of creative juices for that, or a constant supply of it at a given span of time longer than 24 hours at least. Sure, I have ideas and can give you one-liners, but I'm really bad with dialogues.

Maybe I should start a new short film project. And a proper, organized, formal one. With some amount of budget or at least, yung may matinong crew man lang. hehe

Which brings me to making shorts and doing almost everthing. Well let me concentrate on editing and cinematography, at least. So, Mr. Really Cool Highest Payed Cinematographer Dude told me that the cinematographer's work is different from the editor's. I mean, they're two separate jobs. But I feel that when I have a concept for something, I have to do it a certain way and edit it a certain way. But that's the point of getting specialized people, I guess. They know how to respond to a certain something in a certain way and make something a certain way.

Blubber.

Well if anybody's up for a project. Tell me. :D Ay teka, makausap nga si Ralph tunkol dito.