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for now

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I am staring at my own picture. I know I'm such a narcissist. Ok, I admit, I think that I'm kind of cute (and those who disagree with me will just have to live with it , ok.). I just gained a few pounds and the past few days have been total bliss. I ate whole-heartedly, I drank, I shopped, and yes, I actually laughed. After an entire year of being broke, bruised, and demented, I finally was able to breathe. I went to see long-lost relatives and met with my old friends. When Kris (my pamangkin who is a few years older than me) invited me to go out, I didn't think twice. We haven't seen each other in 10 years. She is as beautiful as ever and she kept asking me if it was her fault that I turned out gay. I remember her being a fussy but fashionable little girl so of course she was a role model. "Come visit us one time so your apos could meet you," she said. O god, I'm already a lolo. But what cute kids she has!

I invited Jed to go out (hoy Joy masyado kang b…

dapat ba merry ang christmas dahil gay ka?

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Nang napansin ko na kinakarir ni boyfriend ang pagluluto ng noche buena na-guilty ako. After all, kaninang hapon pa kami sa bahay ng nanay ko nagpe-prepare. In fact, kami pa ang nag-grocery, este siya lang pala. Since I so hate groceries, I just parked myself in Burger King and hungrily consumed the free Wi-Fi while he obligingly shopped alone. Nakapag-order na kami ng chicken at nakapag-luto ng isang tofu dish for dinner. Ngayon naman ay sinisimulan na namin ang pasta dish at pomodoro. Slightly na-imbey nga ako dahil ilang carrots, onions at garlic ang tinadtad ko ng pinong-pino. Kitchen diva, definitely I am not. Dumating na ang kaibigan naming si Tonyo at napanood ko na halos lahat ng scandal (mula Dumaguete hanggang Visayas, mula Baste hanggang UST)sa kanyang selfon nasa kusina pa rin si boyfriend nagluluto. I thought it was unfair that it was just us who were slaving for our Noche Buena so I went to my brother (who arrived late by the way) and told him that since we've been s…

diwata

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Minsan may isang diwata na nawala at napadpad sa Manila. More specifically sa Malate. At dahil nanggaling siya sa kagubatan kung saan tahimik at maganda ang paligid, hindi siya makapaniwala sa kanyang mga nakita. Ang ingay ng mga disco beats. Ang daming mga tao sa lansangan. Ang dumi-dumi ng kalye pero tawanan ng tawanan lang ang mga ito. Walang pakialam. Kantahan ng kantahan. Sayawan ng sayawan na parang wala nang bukas. Sabado nga naman nuong gabing iyon.

"Goodness!" sigaw niya. "Ang saya saya!"

Kaya naman nagpasya siyang lumapag sa may harap ng Oh at maglakad papasok sa may Bed at paglabas niya malapit sa may Gilligans mega naka-change costume na siya. Remember yung eksena sa Supergirl kung saan lumipad sa isang malaking imburnal si Helen Slater at paglabas niya naka-coat at skirt na siya ala Working Girls ni Melanie Griffith? Ganun. At winner naman ang ang kanyang outfit. Parang dumaan muna siya sa atelier ni Joey Samson at nag-shopping sa G4 bago napadpad sa M…

rapunzel

Hindi man ako masyadong kagandahan pero panalo naman ang aking hair. Minana ko pa ito sa aking lolah na sing itim ng budhi ng death row inmates sa Muntinlupa ang kulay nang kanyang buhok. Gugo power yata ang gamit niya noh bearing none of the harsh chemicals sold by the multi-national companies sa Makati. No wonder, head over heels si loloh sa kanya. Ava, whirlwind romance yata ang story nila, mala-Senator Ferdinand Marcos at beauty queen Imelda Romualdez circa 1950s ang kanilang drama. Kaya eto ako, kamukha ni Borgy. Joke lang. Aimee Marcos naman.

Anyways, like I said, panalo ang aking hair. Sabi nga ng mga kaibigan kong bading, pang-commercial daw. Sabi ko naman, basta ako si Gretchen. Kaya naman nang sumali ako sa Miss Gay Universe, Winnie Monsod ang lolah mo at kinabog ever ko kahit pa si Ms. Ruffa Gutierrez na naging Miss Gay International sa Proj. 8 at Miss Gay World sa Tandang Sora. Naumshami nga lang ang aking first walk nang nag-appear si Papa sa dulo ng catwalk at May I sabu…

hello lover

the year is almost over and im happy that it is. im completely broke but i dont mind since i just bought something that i've always wanted to have. and i'm completely head over heels in love with it. from the moment i saw it, i was drawn to its sleek small case and lovely color. its my new lover. i am so in love with it that when my boyfriend and i sat down to have lunch, i reserved it a seat beside me.

"teka lang ha," i told him. "magi-spend muna ako ng quality time with my new boyfriend."

after which i ignored my lunch and happily surfed the net. oblivious of the fact that my boyfriend was probably bored and annoyed at my, well,annoying behavior.

"i deserve this," i told him. "i so deserve this." after all of the things that i went through this year, i needed this. but was it worth all the insanity that i experienced this year and is still experiencing? honestly, i dont care. i shouldnt care. i have been happy for the last 72 hours. i …

just like ishmael bernal's defunct bar, it's always november in my soul

ewan ko ba. kakatapos ko lang nang lahat ng mga deadlines ko. well, may mga pangilan-ngilan pa akong dapat gawin pero kung gusto kong magpakalunod sa alcohol pwedeng pwede ko nang gawin. pero bakit parang ayoko. bakit parang nadaganan pa rin ako ng isang napakalaking ten-wheeler truck. bakit nakikinig pa rin ako sa soundtrack ng avenue q. oo maganda siya pero leche bakit di ako maka-move on.

move on mario. move on.

flush the shit please!

i seem to be a repository of bad vibes. things just happen when i am around. it's either that ive been cursed (or i have cursed myself) or i'm just paranoid. maybe it's both. it makes my life somewhat dramatic (one flew over the cuckoo's nest, anyone?) but by god i can't live like this anymore. i really should push through with my list. if i can't be happy just for the sake of being happy then i'll just make anyone who makes me unhappy, unhappy.

cue devilish laughter.

nevermind

"The phone rang in the post-noon dusk, and i answered it, because i'd told them not to call me unless somebody famous died. Sure enough, two days into my vacation, someone had, and i knew him. In the rock world, which i chronicle, our friends and heroes are always dying, and we're always eulogizing. but at deadline time, i've learned, mere grief is never enough."

and so goes the opening line of never mind the pollocks. this book had me at page 1.

relasyon

sometimes early in the morning when i couldn't seem to doze off, i would watch him sleep. during those quiet moments i would even believe that despite everything that has happened we would still be together for the rest of our lives. lately, however, i have been having this sinful urge to just walk away...

black hole sun

i've realized that my depression is no longer just a phase. it's already a disease. but i'm doing my heroic best to crawl out of the black hole that i have found myself in.

the list

I once made a list. It was the 30 stupid things I should do before I turn 30. It included such precious ideas as dancing uninhibitedly and getting nominated (for what? I have no idea.). However, my list never got to 30. After vowing to get drunk at every opportunity and going skinny dipping I was already repeating myself. Apparently, I am not as imaginative and exciting as I thought myself to be.

This was what occupied my mind as Rochelle and I made our way to Greenhills after watching “100”, Chris Martinez’s lovely movie about a dying woman’s to-do list. In the story, Mylene’s character picks out the songs for her wake and we were trying to do the same. Earlier, we have already discussed Rochelle's choices, which included Wonderful World and Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

“Ano na ang song mo?” she asked me.

I actually couldn’t think of any. I wanted it to be witty and cool, which only goes to show that even in the end I plan to be pretentious and annoying.

“How about ‘Time Goes By …

waiting to explode

i just had an exhausting week and yet deadlines are still chasing me. after i write this entry, i'm going to start on an article that has been due for over a month. then i still need to work on my assigned episodes to be presented later this morning and a script that's due this afternoon. i know this sounds so crazy but for some people i know this is just the appetizer.

earlier today i was a huge ball of anger. as in i was angry. i was broke (again) and i was trying to call the office to ask them if i could get my check (kasi nga broke ako!). at the same time, i was desperately trying to hook up with a pedia for the article. at the back of my mind, i was also angry with my boyfriend for staying unemployed for almost a year. yes, a year lola! i'm that patient. to top it all off, all the lines that i kept dialing were busy. arrrrghhhhhhh talaga! pramis! i was so pissed off that the moment that i entered our house i threw all my things on the floor. of course my boyfriend was…

strolling around decrepit hospitals looking for the cure

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i have been absurdly depressed these past few days. stress at work is at an all time high. i've been missing alot of deadlines again and have been producing crappy work. yesterday i was at the philippine orthopedic hospital to do research on an article that i am writing. all i needed to know is how much backpack weigh can a kid take. no one seems to know the answer. i went to the pediatric division where i was referred to trauma. they, in return, referred me to spine. in the end, i went home with only a few information but not with the one that i want. it was lovely though strolling around the decrepit building. i love the dark hallways, the seemingly abandoned rooms, and the decaying concrete. it was four in the afternoon and the entire building was bathed in shadows. i felt like i was in an old infirmary looking for the english patient. it was romantic and, well, depressing. come to think of it, that's the only good time that i have had in the last couple of weeks. maybe i s…

three oh shit!

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i just turned 30. i know i dont have to announce this as my weathered face is already a give away. when i was 20 i was worried about turning 25. didnt the great orson welles created his masterpieces before turning 25? janis joplin, jim morrison and kurt cobain all expired before turning 30. should i now go to the kitchen and stick my head into the oven?(sylvia plath died when she was 31.)

my birthday celebration started when i met jed at close to midnight in cubao after our taping. it wasnt really for a big parteeeh! but for a raket (i have one slated for next year, yahoooo!). but of course before we talked business, we made chismis first. it was nice meeting jed again actually. i was reminded of our care free days when we would start and end our day eating and drinking in timog. boy, did i had money back then. we went home at around 4am.

a few hours later, i was awakened by weng's text messages. i was late for my appointment in makati. I dashed to gma and then to the mrt station.…

bongga

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"As my great grandmother used to say, in matters of sexual proximity an inch is as good as a mile."

victor / victoria

should i listen to this guy?

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"One of the things i've realized is that growing old is compulsory, but growing up is optional."

- Sebastian Horsley in an interview with Interview magazine

how about putting this instead?

i'm a pessimistic self-confessed loser who is struggling to stay afloat now that everything is in recession. i constantly complain about my day, which is always ruined by pesky sales clerks, idiotic taxi drivers and despicable mall security guards. during times of great crisis, i look for answers in books and films (as i seem to get no comfort from friends and family). Scribbles and vandals at the back of bus seats and comfort room walls are some of my sources of amusement. before i die, i promise to call up one of these trashy guys (and that's you hottiedude with a 7 inch cock so get ready haha!). i am happiest when i have two or three appointments in a day. it makes me feel wanted and loved. my greatest dream is to receive an Oscar award for directing so i could go up on the stage and say: "So this is what it feels like to win Best Actress." whenever i am in a group i do my best to remain inconspicuous. i always portray myself as an idiot-savant but deep, deep down…

in transition

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dahil papalitan ko na ang aking g4m profile, i'll post my intro here. this has served me well in the site. most of the people i met were more or less artistic and cool. but since i just turned 3o (yes, three-oh!), i think it's time to, um, grow up:

moody. pretentious. clinically depressed. interesting (i hope). a bit shy. severely insecure. extremely ambitious (or delusional, it depends on who you ask). loves having drunken conversations with cute strangers. i love writing. i love shooting (with a video camera, not with a gun). i love books. i love films. and though i try, desperately and unsuccessfully, to be a cynic and an all around bitch, i am, in reality, an absolute romantic and idealist.

kama

Malakas ang sinag ng umaga ngunit maaligamgam ito sa katawan. “It’s six o’clock,” sa isip isip ko. “Too early.” Pero nakikita ko na siyang nakabangon sa gilid ng kama, naaanigan ng araw. Nagising siguro siya sa liwanag. Sadya naman siyang maaga kung gumising. Ilang beses ko na rin siyang nadatnang nakaupo sa gilid ng aming kama nagiisip. Sa mga ganitong okasyon ako nalilito. Takot at kasiyahan ang naglalaban na parang mga alon. Natatakot ako dahil sa kanyang pag-iisip para bang hindi ko siya masusundan. Nang dahil sa dilim ng kanyang pananaw baka maiwan ako.

Pero madalas rin masarap siyang pagmasdan. Nasa malalim na pag-iisip— mga bagay na bagay na alam kong lilitaw din sa mga sulat niya sa akin. Sinisikatan ng araw na para bang tunay siyang nakakaunawa. Kapuna-puna ito sa kislap ng kanyang kutis, sa mga linya sa kanyang katawan. Para bang ang kaligayahan ay iginuguhit papasok sa aking pagkatao. Kung ako ang tatanungin ito ang litratong mahusay na kumakatawan sa kanyang kabuoan: mata…

hook up

you finally meet with him. okay so he's not as attractive as his picture-perfect self. but then again, so are you. you suddenly remember how your g4m main picture was taken when the sun was about to go down and everything was bathed in its crepuscular glow. then you decided to take out your camera phone and shoot yourself. the result was spectacular: you actually look like human.

but you forgive him for somehow deceiving you. after finishing half a stick of cig, both of you decide to walk, to shake off the initial awkwardness. both of you refuse to divulge what you do. you find it ridiculous because when you asked him if he's out he said yes. based from what he is wearing you try to guess what he does for a living. so you are a... graphic artist? ... a writer? ... a folk singer? no? he is after all wearing buddha beads and tattered jeans.

as you walk farther he starts to talk about KMU and Kabataan. he asks you if you have ever been in the underground. you tell him that the un…

according to camus

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"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."

- Algerian-born French author, philosopher, and journalist Albert Camus

work in progress

Meron akong idea for a story. Basta tungkol lang siya sa isang bading na umuwi sa kanilang probinsya after 10 years. Of course may chenes siya sa mga tao sa probinsya nila (kaya nga 10 years ang absence niya diva). Ang plot: mamamatay na ang kanyang demonyitang ina. iniisip ko yung bidang lalaki isang lifestyle editor na parating naka-Jackie O na sunglasses at pashmina. think: baklitang echosera sa pelikulang temptation island. ang nasusulat ko palang yung opening sequence kung saan darating ang bida sa airport at ookrayin ang lahat nang nasa paligid niya. at ending kung saan na-resolve na ng konti ang kanyang mga hang-ups. oo, alam ko, ilang beses na natin napanood ang ganitong pelikula pero nage-enjoy pa naman akong sulatin kaya keri lang. maaliw ko lang ang sarili.

eto ang isa sa mga nasulat ko palang. pupunta ang baklita sa close friend niyang ghel. mao-off ito sa kanegahan ni bakla.

girl: ikaw nakalanghap ka lang ng polusyon sa maynila naging demonyo ka na.

bakla: i resent that.

we…

carrying an imaginary ten-wheeler truck on my poor, thin back

two days ago, it was noel cabangon's wala kamatayang “kanlungan.” then it was avenue q's “for now.” Today it was nina simone's “if you knew.” simone's song kills me. “If you knew how i missed you, you would not stay away today,” she sings in her trademark low (almost manly) voice. “Dont you know i need you, stay here my dear with me...”

for some strange reason i'm in mourning. i would listen to these songs over and over again hoping by the 50th time i would feel okay. it never happens. I really need to to get out of this deadly funk.

takbo, bilis, takbo

tumatakbo ako. well, hindi naman takbo. it's a toss between running slow or walking fast. basta ngarag na naman ako. pawisan. oily. panget in short.

tumatakbo ako sa kahabaan ng bridge sa may gateway. medyo bwisit dahil for some reason and for the second time this month hinahabol na naman ako ng mga deadlines ko. ang magazine nginangarag ako sa article. ang sp tinatanong sa akin kung saang camera ang interviews. si weng nagtatanong na sa status ng aming equipment at talents. at si ms avic, well, ayun, i'm sure sinusumpa na niya ako dahil wala pa akong ex-deal e next week na ang festival. kalokah noh?

actually hindi naman ito mangyayari kung hindi ako nangarag last week at puro half-assed ang pinaggagawa ko sa mga trabaho ko para lang maitawid ang mga deadlines. ayun, naitawid nga hindi lang maayos. kaya eto ako, sa opening sequence palang, tumatakbo na. parang si lola sa run lola run.

at habang tumatakbo ako napaisip ako. nyeta, yayaman ba ako sa pinaggagawa ko? magkaka-laptop …

lab letters

march 1, 2007
hey honey,

its about six in the evening. i have nothing to do and nothing to fear (the lolahs in dah house are nowhere in sight) so here i am in an adjacent building blogging my head off.

but before i proceed let me warn you that im feeling kind of maudlin tonight so prepare to be slathered in pure stinky, sticky sentimental drivel. anyway, i realized last night that you might just be getting tired of me. after all, if you think about it, its like we are already living together in one house. tapos, i drag you pa to my all night editing sessions. i know that sometimes you want to do things with other people or that at least you want to be rid of my presence for just a couple of hours. i want to apologize. to paraphrase up dharma down, pasensya ka ikaw ang natipuhan koh. im still not over that initial wave of obsession that momentarily blind people who are deeply in love for the first time. honey, what im saying is, i wouldnt want to hang out with anyone other than you. well,…

to the jobs that pay the rent

ok so i overbooked. parang pal. no, parang isang barko na known sa pagooverbook. ayun tuloy kahapon habang nagru-rush akong tapusin ang isa kong trabaho, dalawa naman ang nangungulit na. oo aaminin ko masarap maraming raket, wag lang o.a. masakit siya sa ulo in fairness.

"why do you do this to yourself," asked mj (oo, nagi-english siya)

"so i could pay the rent," i said. (as if i live in a high-rish condo paying P60 thousand chenes a month)

"remember that scene in Devil Wears Prada?" he asked.

"what? the one where anne is going to work and we could see her chic transformation to the tune of vogue? i loooooove that scene."

"no! the other one!"

"what? the one where meryl streep and anne hathaway are in a limo going to Paris fashion week and anne says she doesnt like her work anymore? yun ba yun?"

"no! but that i like that scene where she throws her phone into the fountain and the camera cuts to meryl who is surrounded by paparaz…

sop tips (o kung papaano huwag matakot makipagtalik sa telepono)

Nuong ako ay isa pang full-fledge na print writer parati akong on the look out sa mga rakets. kahit ano papatulan ko. kahit anong magazine basta makita ko lang yung byline ko super happy na ako. kaya naman mula CCP hanggang product launching pati na rin sa mga usapang sexual na-tackle ko. eto ang isa sa mga remnants ng aking oh-so-colorful career in print. try ninyo to, who knows baka mag-enjoy kayo....

SOP tips
(O kung papaano huwag matakot makipagtalik sa
telepono)

I can see why most people find sex on the phone
daunting. Kasi naman, kailangan nito ng mga special
skills. Kung iisipin mo ng maigi, mas mahirap nga ito
kesa sa actual na sex, dahil sa sop kailangan active
kayo pareho. Kadalasan kasi, during coitus, kung
minsan meron passive at meron naman active. Puwedeng
active yung lalaki habang yung babae nakahiga lang,
passive. Or vice-versa.

Pero, of course, sa sop di ito pwede. Dapat pareho
kayong nagsasalita. Mahirap naman yata kung isa lang
yung dakdak ng dakdak, describe lang ng describe ng
k…

huwag ka sanang magagalit...

I admit i'm a bit scared of poetry. i always feel like its a test where i have to figure out what the metaphors and similes mean. that's why i steer clear of poetry books whenever i am book shopping. but it all changed when i got hold of ramon sunico's book, Bruise: A 2-Tongue Job a few years ago. Sunico's poems were very simple but they had the ability to hit you straight to where it matters. too bad i lent my book to someone who i thought i was love with. the relationship didn't last too long but my affinity for sunico has stayed with me even in these very unromantic and tumultuous times.


Huwag Ka Sanang Magagalit
Ramon Sunico

Huwag ka sanang magagalit
kung sasabihin ko
na hanap-hanap ka
ng aking mga tula.

Huwag ka sanang maiilang
kung tuwing umuulan
isip-isip ko ang init
ng ating katawan.

Ngayon, butas lamang
sa langit ang lahat ng bituin.
Ngayon, panukat lamang ang buwan
ng layo mo sa akin.

Anumang kuwento
ang simulan ko'y
sa iyo rin nauuwi.
Sa bawat aklat
na aking buklatin
n…

si papa piolo at ang cast mula sa seiko

dream sequence

nasa isang island ako. madilim ang paligid. parang may parating na napakalupit na bagyo o kaya katatapos lang ng isang nuclear holocaust. naglalakad ako sa pangpang nang may nakasalubong ako na isang nagaaway na couple . sa malapitan na-realize ko na mga artista sila ng seiko. apparently, i was in an island with a cast of b-movie actors. in fact, i soon realized that i was in a b-movie!

cut to the ending:

parang guguho na ang mundo. nasa pangpang kaming lahat nakatitig ng seryosong seryoso sa horizon. "balang araw, mararating din natin yan," sabi ng bidang lalaki. lahat napa-buntong hininga pero ako medyo confused. "saan?" tanong ko, "dyan sa kabilang isla?"

hindi daw. "duon!" turo nila. i took a closer look and a saw a huge white (phallic symbol alert!!!) rocketship portruding from the island. ano yun sa moon nila gusto pumunta?

cut to:

pauwi na ako sa bahay. probinsya yung setting. merong bisita yung tinitirhan namin. isang lalaki.…

reyna ng sablay

kakainis. parang fault ko na parang hindi naman. basta. di lang nag-fly yung kunsepto ko. ayus na lahat. naka-ilang text na ako at tawag pero langya sumablay pa rin. umiyak ang bata. tumagal ang pag-pinta. ang hosts naimbyerna. in the end, bokya. sayang. ibeblame ko sana ito sa mercury retrograde. alam mo ba yun? hindi? aba eh, eto at para iexplain kung ano ba talaga ang mercury retrograde let's welcome cecile zamora (haha!)...

"Mercury goes retrograde once again. It happens 3 times a year and it lasts for about 3 weeks. This time is from May 27 to June 19, 2008. Then from September 24 to October 15, 2008 and then from January 11, 2009 to February 1, 2009.

Mercury rules over the mind's processes, studying, communication, businesses, travels and the like. When Mercury reverses its direction, all these areas are affected as well." from chuvaness.

panalo di ba? maniniwala na sana ako dito kung hindi lang ako regular magnet ng kamalasan (oh wait, baka naman i attract malas…

the tina fey fan club

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i was a fan of tinay fey even before she made it big with mean girls. i loved her in saturday night live though i always thought weekend update was kind of lame. but i adore her and if were given a chance to be a woman i would like to be tina fey. well, tina or sarah jessica parker in season one's sex and the city.

Nagalit Ang Buwan Sa Haba ng Gabi

Or in my version, anak nang tuleleng di pa ba tapos ang lecheng araw na to? Alam ninyo yung mga araw na kahit alas-tres na ng umaga ayaw ka pa rin tantanan. Yung hinahabol habol ka ng mga hassles na parang pootah nagka-ipon ipon sa isang napaka-swerteng araw? para silang kampon ni satanas na nag-grupo grupo para makipag-bakbakan sa isang engrande at umaakitibang final confrontation (or to mimic zaturnna, para sa isang bonggang-bonggang reprise sa dulo ng isang napaka-habang pang-sabadong produksyon number). nag-sunrise at nag-sunset na binabato ka pa rin ng mga ka-buwisitan na parang gusto mong sabihing "I'm done na! Nag-move on na ako! Di na kita mahal! Bakit ayaw mo akong lubayan punyeta!"

pero erase-erase. im trying to cultivate a positive outlook. pilit kong iniisip na pagkatapos ng isang sako ng mura, sampung toneladang luha, tatlong drum ng uhog at anim na buwan na dramathon, makukuha ko rin finally! ang aking pinaka-mimithing close-up.

bow.

ps. wala lang. na-inspire …

sob stories

1.

confidence eludes me as always but even with the recent minor (major?) setbacks i'm trying to keep afloat. however, i find myself reaching for food more and more. yesterday, i realized that i have smoked an entire pack in one sitting. we were then talking about a prospective raket and when i realized that the man that we were talking to was bullshitting us, it made me light a cig one after the other. i'm gearing for a very busy week. i just hope i get out of it in one piece.

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since bam was not available last night, we decided that i sub for him in one of his rakets. the taping was in broadway studios. it was the host's big birthday bash that night and there were plenty of artistas around. there were also a sizable audience in the bleachers. during the taping, we heard a commotion in the audience area. may manganganak na raw. i tried to ignore it although i must say i was greatly intrigued. later on when a sikyu finally came to the rescue, i heard that the woman came ou…

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nakaharap ako ngayon sa computer medyo tulala. honestly hindi ko alam kung pano ko sisimulan ang trabaho ko. parang kulang pa ako sa tulog pero nakatulog naman ako ng maayos kagabi. feeling ko ang dami dami kong ginawa this week pero hindi naman. nakipagmeeting lang ako sa client at nagtaping ng isang episode last tuesday. panalo sana yung mga guests kaso hindi lang nag-fly yung konsepto. eh nakaka-dalawang chakabells na episode na ako. pressure divah? owel, wish ko lang mataas ang ratings kasi yung cutie pie na guest namin nagpakita ng maputi niyang abs. in fairness, kahit ako napatingin. nomo-nomo kami nila weng after the taping. sabi niya, gusto daw niya akong kasama dahil sa dami kong angas sa buhay parang ang perfect ng buhay niya. narinig ko na rin yan sa isa kong kaibigan, si rochelle. nuong una natawa pa ako. feeling ko kasi ang pino-project ko naman eh isang self-deprecating chuchu pero deep inside borderline genius (at hindi borderline idiot na parang mas swak sa katauhan ko…

rat-out-of-water?

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I've heard a lot of good things about Ratatouille but since i rarely believe something is good until i have seen it i didnt put much thought to it. I caught some of it on the Disney Channel earlier and what do you know it's pretty good. The movie was cruising along just like a typical animated feature until it got to the point where the uber-taray food critic visited the restaurant to write a review. i love how, upon tasting the lowly ratatouille, the critic immediately went into marcel proust mode. i thought the last few minutes of the movie were pretty good. the ratatouille caused the critic to write about how not every one can be a great talent but a great talent come from anywhere.

i think it was practically the same point that billy elliot tried to make a few years back. the only difference is instead of a rat you have a coal miner's son aspiring to be a ballet dancer. that movie also had a great ending as well with character blossoming into an accomplished danseur. i…