Thursday, October 27, 2011

Five A.M. Laugh Trips





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You must be very special to Chris, for him to bring you here in my house without asking permission.


Pakinggan mo na lang yung sasabihin ng bata.
Shush. Just listen to what the kid has to say.


Why? What happened?

I'm ugly.


Hey, you have no right to say that. Beauty is relative.

That's the point.


Oh my gosh. Tama nga si Chris - may problema ka nga.
Chris was correct when he said you had a problem.


Stylist ka  ba o fashion designer?
Are you a stylist or a fashion designer? 


Ha! Am I a stylist, Chris?


Mhmm. Not too flamboyant, alright?


Wala akong allowance para sa damit eh.
But I have no budget for clothes.


Don't worry, darling I'm rich, and you are an emergency.
This is something for the community.


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Apparently, Bath House(2005) is loaded with enjoyable satirical takes on otherwise somber issues and scenarios in the gay community. The movie has its moments despite the many snags such as lackadaisical acting by some characters, among other things. See, that's the only comment I'm gonna make and I'll not pass judgement on cinematography(although it certainly didn't blow my breath away) since I'm not an expert on the matter. I'm currently thirty-seven minutes and twenty-one seconds into the film and I look forward to how this plays out. I just had to blog that particular funny exchange, which made my morning and succeeded in taking my mind off of things that have been bothering for the past two days. Now I'm in a good mindset to take on the challenges I'll be facing later today, as I'll be helping friends and batchmates from UP's Kadugong Bol-anon put together their activities later. It'll feel good to be productive!




Saturday, October 22, 2011

Garfield


together for one year short of two decades




It's so hard to get old without a cause 
I don't want to perish like a fading horse 
Forever young, I want to be forever young 
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever



Forever Young
Alphaville



Thursday, October 20, 2011

Cold Snap


A day comes when we realize that we do ourselves a disservice by staying the way we are, and so we change. We come to terms with the thoughts kept at the back of our minds - white elephants we had hoped ,but failed to vanquish. We secrete ourselves from the theatricals we wrap our lives in: the sunshine, the grass and the flowers, the mock-dreams mock-lived - the props we willed into being, contrived in our stage without an audience but the poor friendly souls we drag into our delusions. We come to a point where we accept that the life to live is the one outside the bare space of the mock-theaters where our petty little woes are magnified in the expansive emptiness, no matter how lavishly furnished.

A day comes when we shed several hundred wasted lifetimes. A day comes when we wake up, and then take a first real shower. It's time to chase our dreams.



Today My Life Begins
Bruno Mars

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Surprise




Christopher, you really can be a nasty bitch.

Damn right.


Bitch
Meredith Brooks



Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Ramon Blues



Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid




A Case of You
James Blake




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Friday, October 7, 2011

Re{creation}

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Stronger than Maydays.


Bulletproof
La Roux

Monday, October 3, 2011

Being Tyler Durden

Tyler Durden, Oh yeah.
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Last Saturday dawn, I was asked by my high school teachers to help them with an event at school. I had to oblige, besides, I had nothing else to do while I festered here in Bohol. It felt good to feel alive at the prospect of going back there to share something I was good at: computers and speaking in front of an audience. 

I was in a good enough mood that I showered at four in the morning, and then again a few hours before leaving for school. None of the current students were there when I still went to school. No one knew me, save for my siblings, and the younger siblings of the school mates I knew and who knew me. My high school teacher, thesis and club adviser, and mentor asked me to judge two contests: business project proposal and power presentation for the school-based STEP conference. I was the school, and subsequently the city's representative for the regional division contest for powerpoint presentation back in my senior year(2008). As for the business project proposal, I only knew the basics, not the technicalities, and so I focused on the proposal part of the contest when I judged the students. 

It felt empowering to sit there with my old teachers as equals to judge the young blood, but more than that, it felt good to share to the students my experience and general guidelines, as well as several tips and tricks when it comes to presenting an idea or something else in public. I was decidedly in my element then. One can say that I have a flair for voicing out an idea, and well, public speaking in general. 

Expression, in its several forms, shall always be a passion for me: very few things can compare to the thrill you get from presenting something abstract and getting yourself understood and subsequently appreciated by your audience. It's as the Master Jedi said:"I am not a teacher. I am a rockstar." It's all a stage, and you have to own it. I owned it then. I always had this suspicion that I had an ability to teach well, or at least make myself understood effectively in a way that does not breach individual sensibilities. When I taught Junior Physics in my senior year for teacher's day, I got a positive feedback from teachers and students alike. My siblings and teachers told me last Saturday that the feedback from the participants was good and that the general opinion was that I was effective as a speaker, a teacher, and a judge. Heck, my siblings told me their classmates thought I was cool. It felt refreshing to do that stint. It reminded me of a brief thought a few months back: I thought of the possibility of teaching Art after college, aside from actively pursuing art as a career. I don't know. It might be wishful thinking, but I do know that it does seem more tangible than my old delusions. At least I am sure that this is something that I conceived on my own - not a dream or idea dropped at my lap by someone else. It feels me. I felt as bad-ass as Tyler Durden in a good way. 

Maybe, just maybe, I was meant to be a cool teacher, among other cool things.