Monday, December 10, 2007
Preno
"Nagmamadali kayo, Manong? Kami hindi!" Yan ang matalim kong sabi sa driver ng taxi na sinakyan namin ng mga pamangkin ko papuntang MOA nung Linggo matapos kaming muntik nang mabunggo ng isang bus sa may EDSA. Kasalanan daw ng bus, sabi niya. "Kayo po may kasalanan!" tugon ko. "Ang bilis-bilis n'yo magpatakbo at talo n'yo pa ang sawa sa pagliku-liko!" Ganun daw talaga ang mga taxi pag walang traffic, lalo na pag Linggo. "Hindi po. Kayo lang ang ganyan! Sa susunod po, kung gusto n'yo maaksidente, siguraduhin n'yong wala kayong pasahero. 'Wag kayong mangdamay ng iba!" Hindi naman daw sa ganon. Wala naman daw gustong maaksidente. At kasalanan nga daw ng bus dahil biglang lumiko. Sabi ko, kung hindi naman siya nagtutulin ng takbo hindi sana kami magigiit ng ganun. "Kanina pa ho kayo parang may hinahabol, pagtungtong pa lang natin ng EDSA mula sa Cubao," dagdag ko. Sumagot pa rin siya. Kung hindi naman daw nangyari yun, hindi ko masasabing may mali sa pagmamaneho niya. Sana daw nagsalita na ako agad. Buti na nga nakaiwas kaagad siya. Natahimik ako. Tama siya. Dapat nga nagsalita ako kaagad nang magsimula akong maging hindi komportable sa pagmamaneho niya. Ang sa akin naman, at ito ang sagot ko sa kanya, akala ko responsableng driver siya at babagal din siya at some point. Alam kong palusot lang ang sinabi kong ito, kaya nag-sorry ako na hindi ako nagsalita agad. Pero hindi talaga para sa kanya ang sorry ko kundi sa sarili ko at sa mga pamangkin ko. Sorry na hindi ako yung tipong ma-react kaagad. Ganun ako eh. Kahit klaro na ang peligro. Mali pala. May binabagayan lang pala ang hindi pag-react at pagpepreno sa pagsasalita kaagad, tulad ng mga emotional situations. Pero di dapat sa lahat ng panahon ganun.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Isla Planeta
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
What am I?
So, two Friday nights ago I was at the launch of the new Nokia 5310 ExpressMusic phone which also marked the launch of the second album of local//:e!, a group of Filipino DJ/producers championing original Pinoy club music. I was there because one of the songs in the album is a collaboration between moi and Diego Mapa of the bands Cambio and Pedicab. It was thee club event of the year, with Manila's soshalle partygoing set in full force.
So, naturally, the following day I started work on my latest musical project. A full CD of novelty songs. As in novelty. Yes novelty.
So ano ako -- soshalle na jumujologs o jologs na sumusoshalle?
So, naturally, the following day I started work on my latest musical project. A full CD of novelty songs. As in novelty. Yes novelty.
So ano ako -- soshalle na jumujologs o jologs na sumusoshalle?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
thanks muchly!
to everyone who prayed for the speedy recovery of my mom. she's not yet totally well from pneumonia but she's been discharged from the hospital. God bless you all.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Da Di
Happy Undas Pilipinas! And in the spirit of the occasion, I bring you this story about my dead dad (should we just call him deadpa?). It's my last dream of him from two years ago (he's been dead seven years then) that I thought I'd resurrect here and now. In it dad is throwing a house blessing party for our new home, an apartment-type that looks eerily like the one we now call home and not at all like the proper house we used to live in when dad was still alive. (Hindi na naabutan ng tatay ko ang balay na ito.) The scene takes place in the living room at the start of the party. Dad is by the main door giving a speech. It starts out predictably, boringly enough with some welcome remarks. Then he tells everyone how happy he was that the entire family was there and how he hopes that the new home will be a happier place for all of us. It's here when father starts to become emotional. It's also here when the comedy begins. As tears start to well from dad's eyes somebody lets out a big, fat, loud fart. Everyone hears this except, it seems, my old man. Out of deference to dad we all do our darndest best to stifle our laughter. Most of us are able to keep it to ourselves and those that aren't are at least able to keep the volume down. Then a few moments later one of my plumpier aunts leans a bit too heavily on one of the cocktail tables, causing it to tilt over and throwing off all the pastry on it including the big round party cake in the middle. She tries to salvage it but only manages to dig her hands as deep as the layer of thick white icing on it. Aunt's eyes enlarge and look as though they're about to pop out from mortification but her face lightens up and her lips widen into a devilish grin. She then puts out her tongue and starts devouring the icing off her fingers. More stifled laughter. Dad, meanwhile, remains unperturbed, pausing only to wipe away his tears as he continues to blabber on. And then -- and then! -- just as dad seems on the verge of breaking down, the kids playing outside the house suddenly decide to go for a change of playground. They kick the door open, slamming it on dad's face, and barge into the living room laughing and screaming. Quickly realizing there isn't much ground for them to play in inside the house, the kids promptly dash back out. Again slamming the door on father's face. This time stifling proves futile and everybody erupts into wild laughter. Me included. In fact I laughed so hard I literally woke myself up from that dream. Mas lalo akong natawa. At nahirapan na ako matulog.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Farewell Linda
I thank the Lord for blessing my life with your friendship. And I thank you for always being there for me during our time in the parish. Especially when I needed someone to believe in me. Most especially when I didn't believe in myself. I'm sorry I wasn't around during your time of illness. I didn't want to have any memory of you weak and struggling. I wanted to remember you the way you've always been -- ever spirited, ever smiling. Farewell my dear friend.Tuesday, October 16, 2007
DAYO
I've finally finished writing my first screenplay. It's a cowrite actually with one of the writers of "Ang Tanging Ina". It's called "Dayo" and it's a 2D/3D CG animated film. It tells the thrilling (we, at least we hope it is) adventure of a boy and a manananggirl and their daring rescue of the boy's grandparents from the, uh, "hands" of some overzealous elementals. It's been a very educational and fun fun fun project. Production has begun and we have been quite fortunate to get luminaries in the film world including Micheal V, Pokwang, Nova Villa, Johnny Delgado and Peque Gallaga to lend their talent in voicing the characters. "Dayo" is intended to hit local screens next December. Harinawa.
Dayo
So, I've finished writing my first screenplay. It's a cowrite actually with one of the writers of "Ang Tanging Ina". The movie is called "Dayo" and it's an animated adventure story about a boy and a manananggirl and their daring rescue of his grandparents from the hands of some overzealous elementals. It's been a very educational and fun fun fun project. We're currently recording the voices and have been quite fortunate to get some luminaries in the film world to lend their talent. "Dayo" is intended to hit local screens next December. Harinawa.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Grand Canyon
A story is told about a trapeze artist who successfully crossed from one end of the Grand Canyon to the other, walking only on a single rope. He did it several times. First two times he brought nothing with him. Third time he pushed a wheelbarrow. Fourth time was the walk back. But there was a difference. The wheelbarrow was filled with sand this time.
Each feat elicited wild cheers and applause from his amazed audience. But it wasn't until after the last walk when they got up on their feet and shouted. "You're the greatest!" one particularly awe-struck fellow exclaimed at the top of his voice.
The trapeze artist was quick with a reply. He told his audience that he would make another trek with the wheelbarrow. But he'll do away with the sand and replace it with something even more challenging to carry. And then he turned his gaze to the raving fellow and requested him to jump onto the wheelbarrow. The fellow turned ashen in terror and could hardly move, much less give an answer.
An analogy is made between the raving fellow and the hollow, uncommitted "faithful". Their professions and declarations are mere lip service. They close themselves and pull away when they're asked to walk the talk, literally and figuratively.
Each feat elicited wild cheers and applause from his amazed audience. But it wasn't until after the last walk when they got up on their feet and shouted. "You're the greatest!" one particularly awe-struck fellow exclaimed at the top of his voice.
The trapeze artist was quick with a reply. He told his audience that he would make another trek with the wheelbarrow. But he'll do away with the sand and replace it with something even more challenging to carry. And then he turned his gaze to the raving fellow and requested him to jump onto the wheelbarrow. The fellow turned ashen in terror and could hardly move, much less give an answer.
An analogy is made between the raving fellow and the hollow, uncommitted "faithful". Their professions and declarations are mere lip service. They close themselves and pull away when they're asked to walk the talk, literally and figuratively.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Be necessary to someone.
A printed reminder at, of all places, the Seair office at the Caticlan airport.
My reaction: haay...
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Dwelling
Where are you now, my beloved? I look for you west of dawn in meadows of colors resembling faces but my eyes find no closing. Like flame looking for its furnace my vision aches to dance its pirouettes of wind-cuddled walks and summoned promises there in your embracing.
Where are you now, my beloved? I seek you east of midmorning in oceans of noise resembling songs but my voice finds no silencing. Like wings searching for their nest my hymns of weeping and rejoicing yearn to take their sanctuary there in your reveling.
Where are you now, my beloved? I search for you south of dusk in gardens of shapes resembling letters but my hands find no releasing. Like dew seeking its ground the lines I write crave to fulfill their prophesies of sun-drenched conversations – winding, exhausting, wordless – there in your accepting.
You found my soul on a flowerless day in May and in you my soul found its dwelling. Then you found the wind and you rowed quietly to your leaving. Now my heart hears no repeating, only walls and a roof and there is no breathing, there is no uprooting.
And I am satisfied. Memory loves company.
Where are you now, my beloved? I seek you east of midmorning in oceans of noise resembling songs but my voice finds no silencing. Like wings searching for their nest my hymns of weeping and rejoicing yearn to take their sanctuary there in your reveling.
Where are you now, my beloved? I search for you south of dusk in gardens of shapes resembling letters but my hands find no releasing. Like dew seeking its ground the lines I write crave to fulfill their prophesies of sun-drenched conversations – winding, exhausting, wordless – there in your accepting.
You found my soul on a flowerless day in May and in you my soul found its dwelling. Then you found the wind and you rowed quietly to your leaving. Now my heart hears no repeating, only walls and a roof and there is no breathing, there is no uprooting.
And I am satisfied. Memory loves company.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
BJ
I was down with UTI this past week. That's Urinary Tract Infection, folks. It's when your urinary tract is blocked by nana, making it painful to make wiwi. You also get fever on and off. I was told it's quite common among females, but not for males. And mine was quite severe, with a white cells count that was 683 more than the high range of 3. Nobody really knows what causes it. The doctor that attended to me in the hospital last Sunday, though, did ask me when I last had sexual intercourse. I couldn't answer right away. I didn't know what to say. So she asked if it had been days. I shook my head. Months? Still unsure about what to tell her, I just said "yeah, months". The truth is I've never...well, never mind. The doctor wanted me admitted for 2-3 days. But after a quick check with my friend doctor, I told her to just give me the prescription and I'll self-medicate at home. She did give me IV before releasing me. The antibiotic she prescribed eased the pain a bit. But it wasn't until the following morning when I felt much much better. Mother made me BJ. That's buko juice, which she had me drink before breakfast. Miracle drink, I tell you folks! An hour or so later the pain started to go away. By the time I drank my second glass of BJ the following morning, the pain was almost gone completely. Mabuhay ang BJ!!!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Frat You!
Another hazing, another senseless death. When will fraternities realize that this practice reveals only intellectual, spiritual, and moral bankruptcy? That not owning up to it and to the crimes that ensue from it is the ultimate in cowardice? That the ideals of brotherhood, courage, and loyalty mean absolutely nothing when the very lives that are supposed to live out and bear witness to them are taken away? This must end. Now.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Movies' worth
It's said that the real worth of a movie is measured in what it does for its audience.
Very well then...
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM, about Jason Bourne's quest for his identity, is worth 10 consecutive rides in Enchanted Kingdom's Space Shuttle. It made my head and stomach twist and turn from all that verite-style camera work and fast cuts.
WAITRESS, about a waitress (Felicity's Keri Russell) who has an almost supernatural skill for baking unbelievably forget-your-name pies, is worth several plates of spicy Italian pasta. It made me want to eat a whole roll of chocolate cake.
HAIRSPRAY, about a singing and dancing John Travolta in drag, is worth a full bottle of uppers. It made me want to shi-freaking-mmy from the theater all the way to the house.
A LOVE STORY, about Aga's fabulously sculpted new bod, is worth an "excellence in marketing" award. It made me want to hit the gym every day of the week.
Very well then...
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM, about Jason Bourne's quest for his identity, is worth 10 consecutive rides in Enchanted Kingdom's Space Shuttle. It made my head and stomach twist and turn from all that verite-style camera work and fast cuts.
WAITRESS, about a waitress (Felicity's Keri Russell) who has an almost supernatural skill for baking unbelievably forget-your-name pies, is worth several plates of spicy Italian pasta. It made me want to eat a whole roll of chocolate cake.
HAIRSPRAY, about a singing and dancing John Travolta in drag, is worth a full bottle of uppers. It made me want to shi-freaking-mmy from the theater all the way to the house.
A LOVE STORY, about Aga's fabulously sculpted new bod, is worth an "excellence in marketing" award. It made me want to hit the gym every day of the week.
Movies' worth
It's said that the real worth of a movie is measured in what it does for its audience.
Very well then...
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM, about Jason Bourne's quest for his identity, is worth 10 consecutive rides in Enchanted Kingdom's Space Shuttle. It made my head and stomach twist and turn from all that verite-style camera work and fast cuts.
WAITRESS, about a waitress (Felicity's Keri Russell) who has an almost supernatural skill for baking unbelievably forget-your-name pies, is worth several plates of spicy Italian pasta. It made me want to eat a whole roll of chocolate cake.
A LOVE STORY, about Aga's fabulously sculpted new bod, is worth an "excellence in marketing" award. It made me want to hit the gym every day of the week.
Very well then...
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM, about Jason Bourne's quest for his identity, is worth 10 consecutive rides in Enchanted Kingdom's Space Shuttle. It made my head and stomach twist and turn from all that verite-style camera work and fast cuts.
WAITRESS, about a waitress (Felicity's Keri Russell) who has an almost supernatural skill for baking unbelievably forget-your-name pies, is worth several plates of spicy Italian pasta. It made me want to eat a whole roll of chocolate cake.
A LOVE STORY, about Aga's fabulously sculpted new bod, is worth an "excellence in marketing" award. It made me want to hit the gym every day of the week.
Friday, August 24, 2007
New Rivermaya Member
May bagong CD sila. And by sila, I mean Mike (katabi ko), Mark (katabi ni Mike), and Japs (katabi ni Mark). ‘Di na kasali si Rico. Kasi tinanggal na niya ang sarili niya sa banda.
Ang title ng CD ay Bagong Liwanag. Kasi 'di na kasali si Rico. Narinig ko na. Sa listening party for select members of the media. Kamusta? Maganda!!! Tunog ‘90s. Early Rivermaya na may Eheads factor. Simple, madaling sakyan, lo-fi, parang jam-jaman lang. Wala na ang Euro stylings ni Rico. Kasi nga ‘di na siya kasali.
Bitin nga lang ang CD. Five songs lang. Ito kasi ang tinatawag na EP o Extended Play. Later in the year pa daw ang full album. By then may bagong lead vocalist na sila. Sa ngayon palitan sila ni Mike, Mark at Japs sa pagkanta.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Watch out!
This might sting for some of you.
I don’t really care.
What am I so huffy about with the P30,000 diver’s watch that my friend recently bought for himself? I’ll tell you.
1. I have an aunt who’s quite poor she visits me at home every Sunday to ask for some financial help. I wish I could give her more than P200.
2. The mothers we interview for our concept and post-ad researches each have a daily budget of only P200 maximum to spend for all the needs of her entire family of 5-6.
3. I once met a family for whom Jollibee is a special occasion treat, such as when one of the children finishes the school year with honors.
4. Once a year during our parish outreach program, I meet entire families who call the streets of Manila home.
And my friend isn’t even an effing diver! That makes the watch pure vanity. That’s okay. Vanities are fine for as long as they don’t come with such a huge price tag. Then it becomes a crime in my book.
And don’t even start with me on how a good watch is an investment. Anyone wants an investment? Just look around.
I don’t really care.
What am I so huffy about with the P30,000 diver’s watch that my friend recently bought for himself? I’ll tell you.
1. I have an aunt who’s quite poor she visits me at home every Sunday to ask for some financial help. I wish I could give her more than P200.
2. The mothers we interview for our concept and post-ad researches each have a daily budget of only P200 maximum to spend for all the needs of her entire family of 5-6.
3. I once met a family for whom Jollibee is a special occasion treat, such as when one of the children finishes the school year with honors.
4. Once a year during our parish outreach program, I meet entire families who call the streets of Manila home.
And my friend isn’t even an effing diver! That makes the watch pure vanity. That’s okay. Vanities are fine for as long as they don’t come with such a huge price tag. Then it becomes a crime in my book.
And don’t even start with me on how a good watch is an investment. Anyone wants an investment? Just look around.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Nicotine
You smoke. You smoke when you are with me. You smoke when you are not with me. I have asked you several times to quit smoking. It’s bad for your health. It’s bad for my health. But you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. That’s what you told me the last time I asked. Only then did I understand. That will be the last time I’ll ask you to quit. Smoke all you want. Smoke when you are with me. Smoke when you are not with me. Smoke when you are with me. Even if it kills you. Even if it kills me before it kills you. I do not mind. I understand. I do. You are my cigarette.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Happy Bunny
A lot of exciting things happened to me this past week.
1. A song of mine has been released to radio as a single.
2. Two new TV commercials I wrote that I'm very pleased with started airing.
3. I joined my first on-the-spot photo contest.
4. We finally transferred to our new shabby chic office.
Details and photos to follow.
Sana lang our company admin stops being so stingy with the multiply access in the office.
Happy Bunny
A lot of exciting things happened to me this past week.
1. A song of mine has been released to radio as a single.
2. Two new TV commercials I wrote and that I'm very pleased with started airing.
3. I joined my first on-the-spot photo contest.
4. We finally transferred to our new shabby chic office.
Details and photos to follow.
Sana lang our company admin stops being so stingy with the multiply access in the office.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
litsi!
hay naku, nakakairita ever ang mga nanunulak sa mrt! gumising kayo ng mas maaga para hindi kayo nagmamadali, mga leche!
isa pang nakak-init ng ulo sa umaga ang mga lalaking pasahero sa ayala loop na talagang hindi matinag sa pagkakaupo na nakabukaka que ce jodang piso na lang ang worth ng nauupuan ng ibang mga pasahero! 'wag n'yo sabihin na ganun kalaki ang mga i_l_g n'yo, mga leche kayo, kaya hindi n'yo kaya umupo na nakadikit ang mga legs even for 10 minutes. dahil ako, kaya ko!
isa pang nakak-init ng ulo sa umaga ang mga lalaking pasahero sa ayala loop na talagang hindi matinag sa pagkakaupo na nakabukaka que ce jodang piso na lang ang worth ng nauupuan ng ibang mga pasahero! 'wag n'yo sabihin na ganun kalaki ang mga i_l_g n'yo, mga leche kayo, kaya hindi n'yo kaya umupo na nakadikit ang mga legs even for 10 minutes. dahil ako, kaya ko!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Cinema One Filmfest (August 1-5, Megamall)
I'm so watching Pagdating sa Dulo, Bedspacers, Biyaya ng Lupa, Nights of Serafina, Bona, Temptation Island, Kakabakaba Ka Ba?, Badjao and Nympha!
August 01 Wednesday
11am Captain Barbell Dolphy,Lotis Key
1:30pm Dilim Mario Magallona, Rica Peralejo
3:30pm Malvarosa EddieRodriguez, Charito Solis
5:30pm Pandanggo Chinchin Gutierrez, Raymond Bagatsing
7:30pm Sukob KrisAquino, Claudine Barretto, Maja Salvador
9:30pm La Paloma Ms.Celia Rodriguez, Mona Lisa, Orestes O
August 02 Thursday
11:30 am Da Best In The West Dolphy, Lito lapid, Wengweng
1:30 pm Raket Ni Nanay Sarsi Emmanuel, Mark Gil, Archie Adamos
3:30 pm Mutya ng Pasig Jose Padilla Jr., Rebecca Gonsalez
5:30 pm Rekados Meryl Soriano, Eula Valdez, Boots Anson Roa
7:30 pm Pagdating Sa Dulo Rita Gomez and Vic Vargas
9:30 pm Bedspacers Alma Moreno, Rio Locsin, Al Tantay
August 03 Friday
11:30 am Fefita Fofonggay Dolphy, Rosanna Ortiz
1:30 pm Feng Shui Kris Aquino, Jay Manalo
3:30 pm Kundiman Ng Lahi Charito Solis, Joseph De Cordova
5:30 pm Sa North Diversion Road Irma Adlawan, John Arcilla
7:30 pm Biyaya Ng Lupa Rosa Rosal, Tony Santos Sr.
9:30 pm Nights of Serafina Georgia Ortega
August 4 Saturday
11:30 am Katorse Dina Bonnevie, Alfie Anido
1:30 pm Dolphy's Angels Carmi, Yehlen, Liz
3:30 pm Huk Sa Bagong Pamumuhay Celia Flor, Jose Padilla Jr.
5:30 pm Huling Balyan ng Buhi Marilyn Roque, Gigi, Manay
7:30 pm Bona Nora Aunor, Philip Salvador
9:30 pm Temptation Island Dina, Azenith Briones, Jennifer Cortez,
August 05 Sunday
11:30 am La Paloma Celia Rodriguez
1:30 pm Kakabakaba Ka Ba? Christopher De Leon, Charo Santos
3:30 pm Badjao Rosa Rosal, Tony Santos Sr.
5:30 pm Tiyanak Lotlot De Leon, Janice De Belen
7:30 pm Nympha Alma Moreno, Ricky Belmonte
9:30 pm Aguila (tentative) FPJ, Elizabeth Oropesa, Amalia Fuentes
August 01 Wednesday
11am Captain Barbell Dolphy,Lotis Key
1:30pm Dilim Mario Magallona, Rica Peralejo
3:30pm Malvarosa EddieRodriguez, Charito Solis
5:30pm Pandanggo Chinchin Gutierrez, Raymond Bagatsing
7:30pm Sukob KrisAquino, Claudine Barretto, Maja Salvador
9:30pm La Paloma Ms.Celia Rodriguez, Mona Lisa, Orestes O
August 02 Thursday
11:30 am Da Best In The West Dolphy, Lito lapid, Wengweng
1:30 pm Raket Ni Nanay Sarsi Emmanuel, Mark Gil, Archie Adamos
3:30 pm Mutya ng Pasig Jose Padilla Jr., Rebecca Gonsalez
5:30 pm Rekados Meryl Soriano, Eula Valdez, Boots Anson Roa
7:30 pm Pagdating Sa Dulo Rita Gomez and Vic Vargas
9:30 pm Bedspacers Alma Moreno, Rio Locsin, Al Tantay
August 03 Friday
11:30 am Fefita Fofonggay Dolphy, Rosanna Ortiz
1:30 pm Feng Shui Kris Aquino, Jay Manalo
3:30 pm Kundiman Ng Lahi Charito Solis, Joseph De Cordova
5:30 pm Sa North Diversion Road Irma Adlawan, John Arcilla
7:30 pm Biyaya Ng Lupa Rosa Rosal, Tony Santos Sr.
9:30 pm Nights of Serafina Georgia Ortega
August 4 Saturday
11:30 am Katorse Dina Bonnevie, Alfie Anido
1:30 pm Dolphy's Angels Carmi, Yehlen, Liz
3:30 pm Huk Sa Bagong Pamumuhay Celia Flor, Jose Padilla Jr.
5:30 pm Huling Balyan ng Buhi Marilyn Roque, Gigi, Manay
7:30 pm Bona Nora Aunor, Philip Salvador
9:30 pm Temptation Island Dina, Azenith Briones, Jennifer Cortez,
August 05 Sunday
11:30 am La Paloma Celia Rodriguez
1:30 pm Kakabakaba Ka Ba? Christopher De Leon, Charo Santos
3:30 pm Badjao Rosa Rosal, Tony Santos Sr.
5:30 pm Tiyanak Lotlot De Leon, Janice De Belen
7:30 pm Nympha Alma Moreno, Ricky Belmonte
9:30 pm Aguila (tentative) FPJ, Elizabeth Oropesa, Amalia Fuentes
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Ang Walang Katinuang Pag-uusap Tungkol sa Jologs na Jokla
Hahahaha nagwa-YM kami ng friend ko the other day Hahahaha sabi ko, maghi-hiphop class ako mamaya at sasayawin na naman namin ang “get me bodied” ni beyonce. napapagod na ‘ko just thinking about it Hahahaha tanong ng friend ko, sino’ng mas magaling – si beyonce o si reagan, yung instructor namin? Hahahaha sabi ko, si maribeth bichara! Hahahaha sabi niya, hindi…si gelyn eugenio! Hahahaha sabi ko, tama! pero mali ang spelling. it’s geleen Hahahaha sabi niya, joklang-jokla ang spelling na geleen Hahahaha sabi ko, ang jologs jologs ng spelling na gelyn Hahahaha sabi niya, pwede rin jellyn o ghelyn Hahahaha sabi ko, ang nickname ghel-ghel or jellai Hahahaha sabi niya, either way ang chaka ng name Hahahaha sabi ko, sobrang nakakatawa Hahahaha sabi niya, mukha daw siyang tanga tawa ng tawa mag-isa sa office Hahahaha sabi ko, ako rin kaya Hahahaha ayun, pareho kaming mukhang tanga
Monday, July 23, 2007
Hollywood, finally!
No, not me but two of local filmdom's brightest young talents. Maverick director Yam Laranas is directing a remake of his own movie, "Sigaw", for the producers of "The Ring" and "The Grudge". It's now called "The Echo" and it's set to star Jesse Bradford ("Flags Of Our Fathers") in the role originally played by Richard Gutierrez. Reprising her role as the battered wife is lovely, lovely Iza Calzado who, it's been reported, beat out several Hollywood actresses for the part.
The last time a Pinoy had a major supporting role in a Hollywood movie was three years ago when Cesar Montano played the role of Capt. Pajota in the WWII film "The Great Raid". Prior to that the first and only time a local talent headlined a Hollywood film was in the 50s when Barbara Perez was cast as the leaidng lady in another war film, "No Man's Land".
Behind the cameras, this is the first time ever that a Filipino director is helming a mainstream Hollywood movie. A monumental achievement -- one worthy of a presidential citation, I declare!
Shooting takes place in Toronto and New York in September. This "echo" should be ready to fill cinemas next year.
Attached photo is a still of Iza from "Sigaw".
The last time a Pinoy had a major supporting role in a Hollywood movie was three years ago when Cesar Montano played the role of Capt. Pajota in the WWII film "The Great Raid". Prior to that the first and only time a local talent headlined a Hollywood film was in the 50s when Barbara Perez was cast as the leaidng lady in another war film, "No Man's Land".
Behind the cameras, this is the first time ever that a Filipino director is helming a mainstream Hollywood movie. A monumental achievement -- one worthy of a presidential citation, I declare!
Shooting takes place in Toronto and New York in September. This "echo" should be ready to fill cinemas next year.
Attached photo is a still of Iza from "Sigaw".
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Presence, not presents
1. Martha and Mary were sisters.
2. When Jesus visited them, they did two different things.
3. Martha busied herself preparing a meal for Jesus.
4. Mary simply sat with Jesus and listened to him.
5. Martha wanted Jesus to reprimand Mary for not helping her out.
6. Jesus told Martha that Mary has chosen the better part.
7. The operative word is better.
8. Action is good. Action from listening is better.
9. The Lord wants presence -- his in our lives, ours in other people's lives -- which is infinitely more important than presents.
10. We can't give out what we don't have.
Reflections on yesterday's Gospel (Luke 10: 38-42)
2. When Jesus visited them, they did two different things.
3. Martha busied herself preparing a meal for Jesus.
4. Mary simply sat with Jesus and listened to him.
5. Martha wanted Jesus to reprimand Mary for not helping her out.
6. Jesus told Martha that Mary has chosen the better part.
7. The operative word is better.
8. Action is good. Action from listening is better.
9. The Lord wants presence -- his in our lives, ours in other people's lives -- which is infinitely more important than presents.
10. We can't give out what we don't have.
Reflections on yesterday's Gospel (Luke 10: 38-42)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Haay...
Look. Sigh. Sigh again. And then just remember what you DO have. Family. Friends. Faith. Sigh again.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
There
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
-- Theodore Roosevelt
Saturday, July 7, 2007
4.0
I caught a screening of Die Hard 4.0 last night. In a bus bound for Fairview from Ayala. Pero hindi ko natapos ang movie kasi bumaba na ako sa Cubao. BUt I saw enough of it to have these 4.0 things to say.
1.0 'Di naman masyado galit sa kotse ang direktor 'no.
2.0 Justin Long looks like Anthony Keidis of Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Throughout the movie, or at least the first half of it that I saw, I kept expecting he would start singing "give it away, give it away, give it away now!"
3.0 Ang late-'80s ng idea of an all-powerful computer system as villain.
4.0 In fairness, hindi masama ang kopya ng movie that the bus screened. 'Di siya direct disc-to-disc copy, though, I think. Pero di rin naman siya kinunan from inside a moviehouse, I think. (But I wouldn't know really kasi hindi ako nanonood ever ng pirated.) At isa pang in fairness, maganda ang sound system ng bus.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Wala
Gym na naman ako. Fourth consecutive night na. 'Lang magawa. 'Lang pera. 'Lang life. 'Lang kwenta.
Overcoming Evil
Yesterday’s Gospel reading (Matthew 9:1-8), wherein Jesus rebukes some scribes for thinking “evil in your hearts”, took me back to the aftermath of my father’s death nine years ago. He died of internal bleeding in the head following a slipping accident in his room. He was home alone, as he had been living by himself in our family house for over a year since my mom moved in with my sister and me. Our relationship with him had been strained for years, to say the least. A few weeks after we buried him my mom and eldest sister sat my elder sister and me down for a talk. They told us that there have been whisperings among some of my dad’s relatives that maybe what happened wasn’t an accident. And that perhaps my mom had a hand in it. My mom and sisters were hurt. Deeply. And, understandably, they started biting back, talking ill and bringing up old sins against these relatives. I was incredulous – I could not, and in fact refused, to believe that our own relatives, some of whom were very close to us, could and would even entertain such vile thoughts. But instead of hurt I was enveloped by sadness. Unlike my mom and my sisters, I thought that our relatives’ actions did not tell on us but rather on them – told of the darkness gnawing in their minds, hearts, and souls. That night I prayed hard. I asked for healing for my relatives and for my mom and sisters as well. I thought it was the right, the charitable, and indeed the only thing to do. I wasn't wrong. And this is what I learned. Evil can only be overcome with love.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Top 10: Current Annoyances
In no particular order.
1. Cash register attendants who ask: “May smaller bill po kayo?” Aba ‘neng, kung meron eh di yun sana ang binigay ko sa ‘yo!
2. Lady passengers in the MRT who are just too lazy to take a few more steps to the first coach, which is devoted exclusively for them.
3. MRT passengers who station themselves near the doors and refuse to go farther inside, blocking the commuters outside from coming in.
4. Paris Hilton.
5. Lame threequels (Spiderman, Shrek, Pirates, Ocean’s).
6. Isaiah Washington’s blame game. First it was T.R. Knight. Now he’s saying it was Patrick Dempsey’s fault he made the homophobic slur that got him in hot water last year and eventually got him axed from Grey’s Anatomy. Shut up already!
7. Sanctimonious broadcasters. (I’m looking at you, Ted Failon, and you, Korina Sanchez.)
8. All those gabfests in late-night radio. FM used to mean furo music. Now it’s fuera music. Teynks gad for the iPod.
9. Local entertainment media’s continued obsession with the sordid personal affairs of B-level actresses Gretchen Barreto and Ruffa Gutierrez…
10. …And it’s non-existent coverage of the Hollywood breakthrough of world-class Pinoy director Yam Laranas, who’s remaking his own film, “Sigaw”, with the producers of “The Ring” and “The Grudge”! Haay.
1. Cash register attendants who ask: “May smaller bill po kayo?” Aba ‘neng, kung meron eh di yun sana ang binigay ko sa ‘yo!
2. Lady passengers in the MRT who are just too lazy to take a few more steps to the first coach, which is devoted exclusively for them.
3. MRT passengers who station themselves near the doors and refuse to go farther inside, blocking the commuters outside from coming in.
4. Paris Hilton.
5. Lame threequels (Spiderman, Shrek, Pirates, Ocean’s).
6. Isaiah Washington’s blame game. First it was T.R. Knight. Now he’s saying it was Patrick Dempsey’s fault he made the homophobic slur that got him in hot water last year and eventually got him axed from Grey’s Anatomy. Shut up already!
7. Sanctimonious broadcasters. (I’m looking at you, Ted Failon, and you, Korina Sanchez.)
8. All those gabfests in late-night radio. FM used to mean furo music. Now it’s fuera music. Teynks gad for the iPod.
9. Local entertainment media’s continued obsession with the sordid personal affairs of B-level actresses Gretchen Barreto and Ruffa Gutierrez…
10. …And it’s non-existent coverage of the Hollywood breakthrough of world-class Pinoy director Yam Laranas, who’s remaking his own film, “Sigaw”, with the producers of “The Ring” and “The Grudge”! Haay.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Pathetic
I caught the tail end of Ted Failon’s radio interview this morning with the chief of police in Laguna about the recent gang rape of a 16-year old girl. The police officer noted that, as much as they’d like to solve the case right away, there are technicalities in the procedures and due process that they must follow in the ongoing investigation. Ted left it at that.
After the interview, though, he said something along these lines: Kung naging mayaman lang ang biktima sigurado akong nahuli kaagad ang mga suspects… Due process, due process!
What the…! It’s one thing to deride law enforcers for the preferential treatment they (allegedly!) give the rich but it’s an entirely different thing to openly advocate lawlessness.
I don’t hold the police force in high esteem myself but this, this is just wrong. That it came from a veteran broadcaster makes it pathetic. BUti na lang hindi siya nanalo when he ran for Congressman. I shudder thinking about the kinds of misguided laws he might've concocted.
After the interview, though, he said something along these lines: Kung naging mayaman lang ang biktima sigurado akong nahuli kaagad ang mga suspects… Due process, due process!
What the…! It’s one thing to deride law enforcers for the preferential treatment they (allegedly!) give the rich but it’s an entirely different thing to openly advocate lawlessness.
I don’t hold the police force in high esteem myself but this, this is just wrong. That it came from a veteran broadcaster makes it pathetic. BUti na lang hindi siya nanalo when he ran for Congressman. I shudder thinking about the kinds of misguided laws he might've concocted.
Pathetic
I caught the tail end of Ted Failon’s radio interview this morning with the chief of police in Laguna about the recent gang rape of a 16-year old girl. The police officer noted that, as much as they’d like to solve the case right away, there are technicalities in the procedures and due process that they must follow in the ongoing investigation. Ted left it at that.
After the interview, though, he said something along these lines: Kung naging mayaman lang ang biktima sigurado akong nahuli kaagad ang mga suspects… Due process, due process!
What the…! It’s one thing to deride law enforcers for the preferential treatment they (allegedly!) give the rich but it’s an entirely different thing to openly advocate lawlessness.
I don’t hold the police force in high esteem myself but this, this is just wrong. That it came from a veteran broadcaster makes it pathetic. BUti na lang hindi siya nanalo when he ran for Congressman. I shudder thinking about the kinds of misguided laws he might've concocted.
After the interview, though, he said something along these lines: Kung naging mayaman lang ang biktima sigurado akong nahuli kaagad ang mga suspects… Due process, due process!
What the…! It’s one thing to deride law enforcers for the preferential treatment they (allegedly!) give the rich but it’s an entirely different thing to openly advocate lawlessness.
I don’t hold the police force in high esteem myself but this, this is just wrong. That it came from a veteran broadcaster makes it pathetic. BUti na lang hindi siya nanalo when he ran for Congressman. I shudder thinking about the kinds of misguided laws he might've concocted.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The Old Lady At The ATM Counter
I was at the ATM row in Landmark and there was this small, frail old lady who was seated at the edge of the riser for the machines. She was dressed in a pair of black leather shoes, black pants, and a dark blue satin long-sleeve blouse with white polka dots – all neat and neatly worn.
Her hair was swept in an updo and she was wearing makeup and jewelry – a pair of diamond earrings (they looked fake, though) and a set of three diamond-encrusted gold rings (again probably fake) on each middle finger.
I thought she was just resting after a tiring trip to the mall (she was dozing off). Perhaps she was waiting for her daughter and apo to finish shopping. And then I noticed the blue paper bag lying on the ground near her feet. In it was one open pack of cigarettes, two sealed packs, and lots of gum and mint candy.
Nothing in her looks said she was a vendor. And at that time it struck me as rather unwise of her to choose such a low-traffic area for her trade.
Questions arose in my head. She was a vendor all right. But who was she? Why was she vending when she looked like she didn’t need to? Why did she look the way she did if she needed to vend?
The only character sketch I thought was a satisfactory explanation was this: she used to be rich. Or at least had enough money to live comfortably and afford niceties such as good clothes and accessories. But she’s fallen on hard times. She can’t quite leave her old life behind, though, and that’s why she continues to hold on to it as much as she can. If not economically at least cosmetically.
Later that night a friend said that she was probably simply trying to avoid being spotted by the Makati police. Vending, he told me, is unlawful in the city. Looking like a shopper and being inconspicuous about her job was her way of not calling attention to herself.
Okay, that made sense. But a question remained. Why did she station herself there, in between two traffic intersections that were being manned by several law enforcers?
Her hair was swept in an updo and she was wearing makeup and jewelry – a pair of diamond earrings (they looked fake, though) and a set of three diamond-encrusted gold rings (again probably fake) on each middle finger.
I thought she was just resting after a tiring trip to the mall (she was dozing off). Perhaps she was waiting for her daughter and apo to finish shopping. And then I noticed the blue paper bag lying on the ground near her feet. In it was one open pack of cigarettes, two sealed packs, and lots of gum and mint candy.
Nothing in her looks said she was a vendor. And at that time it struck me as rather unwise of her to choose such a low-traffic area for her trade.
Questions arose in my head. She was a vendor all right. But who was she? Why was she vending when she looked like she didn’t need to? Why did she look the way she did if she needed to vend?
The only character sketch I thought was a satisfactory explanation was this: she used to be rich. Or at least had enough money to live comfortably and afford niceties such as good clothes and accessories. But she’s fallen on hard times. She can’t quite leave her old life behind, though, and that’s why she continues to hold on to it as much as she can. If not economically at least cosmetically.
Later that night a friend said that she was probably simply trying to avoid being spotted by the Makati police. Vending, he told me, is unlawful in the city. Looking like a shopper and being inconspicuous about her job was her way of not calling attention to herself.
Okay, that made sense. But a question remained. Why did she station herself there, in between two traffic intersections that were being manned by several law enforcers?
Jump
There's only so much you can learn in one place. The more that you wait the more time that you waste. -- Madonna
Monday, June 25, 2007
From the archive: Loko
september 2005
this announcement has long been forthcoming. now i can finally make it official. i've landed my first record deal for one of my orignal compositions. the song is a midtempo love ballad entitled "loko" and it's one of four tracks in the debut cd of new teen pop-rock artist angeli mae. the cd is now available in record bars everywhere under the viva records label.
there. it feels so, so good to finally let this story out after holding on to it for months. i didn't want to preempt or jinx it in any way so i kept it a secret all this time. the story started february when i wrote and recorded the song and sent demos to three labels. viva called in march and the song got produced in may. the cd was initially scheduled for release end-june, then rescheduled for mid-july, then got bumped off for august 30.
you can't imagine the excitement i carried when i went to the record bar that day. you also can't imagine the disappointment i felt when i didn't see the cd there. or anywhere else. i checked back again every single day thereafter. i also checked with my contact in viva at the end of the week. he said it's been shipped to the record stores and that most likely the stores are still in the process of making inventory and labeling the cds. he advised me to check the stores again the following tuesday, the regular release day of new records. (it's what wednesday is to new movies.)
i did. still no angeli mae. she would not appear on the record store shelves until two tuesdays later. at this point my excitement had already subsided and picking up the cd of my professional recording debut didn't feel special. only unusual. and funny. both for me and, moreso, the salesladies in the store. after all i got 5 copies. the cashier had to double check with me not just once but twice if i was indeed buying those many copies. of the same cd. of a new unknown artist. i can tell she thought it was weird, i was weird. her smiling face threatened to break into laughter. for a moment i considered explaining myself. but then i thought that would be too defensive. and proud and shameless. so i just nodded my head and gave a wide smile. i too threatened to break into laughter.
please do get a copy of the cd. it's fun, it's melodic, and it rocks popfully (or pops rockfully). and that's no loko.
this announcement has long been forthcoming. now i can finally make it official. i've landed my first record deal for one of my orignal compositions. the song is a midtempo love ballad entitled "loko" and it's one of four tracks in the debut cd of new teen pop-rock artist angeli mae. the cd is now available in record bars everywhere under the viva records label.
there. it feels so, so good to finally let this story out after holding on to it for months. i didn't want to preempt or jinx it in any way so i kept it a secret all this time. the story started february when i wrote and recorded the song and sent demos to three labels. viva called in march and the song got produced in may. the cd was initially scheduled for release end-june, then rescheduled for mid-july, then got bumped off for august 30.
you can't imagine the excitement i carried when i went to the record bar that day. you also can't imagine the disappointment i felt when i didn't see the cd there. or anywhere else. i checked back again every single day thereafter. i also checked with my contact in viva at the end of the week. he said it's been shipped to the record stores and that most likely the stores are still in the process of making inventory and labeling the cds. he advised me to check the stores again the following tuesday, the regular release day of new records. (it's what wednesday is to new movies.)
i did. still no angeli mae. she would not appear on the record store shelves until two tuesdays later. at this point my excitement had already subsided and picking up the cd of my professional recording debut didn't feel special. only unusual. and funny. both for me and, moreso, the salesladies in the store. after all i got 5 copies. the cashier had to double check with me not just once but twice if i was indeed buying those many copies. of the same cd. of a new unknown artist. i can tell she thought it was weird, i was weird. her smiling face threatened to break into laughter. for a moment i considered explaining myself. but then i thought that would be too defensive. and proud and shameless. so i just nodded my head and gave a wide smile. i too threatened to break into laughter.
please do get a copy of the cd. it's fun, it's melodic, and it rocks popfully (or pops rockfully). and that's no loko.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Unipods (a.k.a. The Windmills of Bangui, Ilocos Norte)
They’re not the windmills of my mind. They’re way, way, way better. Intensely better. Surreally better. Out-of-this-world better. Towering, massively imposing all steel structures that look and, more crucially, feel like unipods with a trinity of thin, long blades as propeller – or weapon of mass destruction. I swear that throughout our 15-minute stay in the area I was half-expecting them – all 15 of them – to start grumbling, lift off the ground, and shoot laser beams that’ll blow us up into ashes.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Sorry
It happened on the second hour of Christmas day more than 20 years ago. My dad, who had stormed out of the house after a major fight with my mother a few hours earlier, walks into my room, sits beside me in bed, embraces me, and, his voice cracking, says “Sorry”. Then he leaves as quietly as he came. I wasn’t able to say anything. I didn’t get up. I didn’t even embrace him back. I think I froze. It was the first time he opened up that way. It never happened again.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Little Princess No More
By Eric Cabahug (from the August 2006 issue of Starstudio magazine)
These days Sarah Geronimo is singing a different tune. A very different tune.
In her surprising, risky new CD, Becoming, she purrs about “running wild”(!), buzzes about touching that “feels like fire”(!!), and coos about “making love till the dawn”(!!!).
Yes, that’s the new Sarah for you (Miss Geronimo if you’re nasty!). Little princess no longer, she has become a heady, worldly young woman who’s practically imploding with sensual passion.
But don’t worry. It’s all just for the record.
“Sana po mag-mature na ang pag-iisip,” Sarah intimates with a sheepish smile during the sit-down for this story. We are at the lounge in Amerasian Studios, where Viva artists record their albums, and Sarah has just come from a three-hour session laying down the vocals to 2 additional songs for the repackaged Bituing Walang Ningning teleserye soundtrack CD.
Dressed in tight light baby blue jeans, baby pink shirt, and a cream-colored distressed cotton jacket, hair kept in a ponytail, Sarah looks very, well, Sarah. Girly. Teeny. And when she talks it’s still all sweet naiveté.
So when she tells you that becoming mature is one of her wishes for herself for her 18th birthday (last July 25), you wish the same thing for her. If only so that she can engage in a meatier discussion of the daring new themes and sounds she explores in Becoming.
Sarah admits having a hard time doing the record. But it had little to do with the mature, if not outright adult themes in this 14-track collection of non-tweetums material.
“Na-pressure po ako!” she says. “Kasi yung ibang songs po ni-record namin sa States nung may tour kami. Medyo ngarag-ngarag nga kasi hinahatak lang po kami para mag-record [in between shows].”
There was little time to study the material, much less to revise their original arrangements to the higher, belting ranges that Sarah is used to and actually prefers. But it’s all perfectly fine with her. “Very foreign!” she enthuses about the album’s sound.
Working with non-Pinoys (headed by US-based producer Christian de Walden) added extra pressure. “Nakakapanibago nung una kasi first time ko [to work with foreigners] at sa abroad pa ang recording. Pero mababait naman po sila. At ang gagaling!”
The same can be said of Sarah. Adventurous, confident, inventive even, the 18-year old successfully transitions from teen-pop princess to OPM royal lady-in-waiting with this sophisticated record. No more vocal acrobatics and histrionics, thank you. Her voice has become deeper, richer; her singing more elegant, layered, soulful.
So don’t go looking for the wailing lovestruck adolescent of “How Could You Say You Love Me”. She has grown into the strong, quietly secure lover of “I Still Believe In Loving You”, Becoming’s gorgeously mellow, guitar-kissed Toni Braxton-lite opening track and carrier single, where Sarah tenderly but assuredly sings “I’m not sure why you were leaving / But I’m gonna let your heart go free / You won’t see me cry”.
That’s just for starters. There are the aforementioned bits about running wild (in the standout country-ish upbeat track “Baby Blue”), touching (in the Santana-lite pop/salsa number “You Mean The World To Me”) and making love (in the sexy, jazzy groover “Is This Love?”).
And the 18-year old sounds so convincing throughout she makes you totally forget that this is a Sarah Geronimo record. That’s the genius of her work here.
Stress on the work. Sarah hasn’t had any real experiences of the sort she sings about in the album. (Her brushes with romance and love have so far been limited to “crushes lang”.)
So how did she manage to do justice to these songs? “Kinuha ko lang ang emotions ng mga kanta, inilagay ko ang sarili ko sa situations and just imagined.”
Sarah sure makes it sound like child’s play.
These days Sarah Geronimo is singing a different tune. A very different tune.
In her surprising, risky new CD, Becoming, she purrs about “running wild”(!), buzzes about touching that “feels like fire”(!!), and coos about “making love till the dawn”(!!!).
Yes, that’s the new Sarah for you (Miss Geronimo if you’re nasty!). Little princess no longer, she has become a heady, worldly young woman who’s practically imploding with sensual passion.
But don’t worry. It’s all just for the record.
“Sana po mag-mature na ang pag-iisip,” Sarah intimates with a sheepish smile during the sit-down for this story. We are at the lounge in Amerasian Studios, where Viva artists record their albums, and Sarah has just come from a three-hour session laying down the vocals to 2 additional songs for the repackaged Bituing Walang Ningning teleserye soundtrack CD.
Dressed in tight light baby blue jeans, baby pink shirt, and a cream-colored distressed cotton jacket, hair kept in a ponytail, Sarah looks very, well, Sarah. Girly. Teeny. And when she talks it’s still all sweet naiveté.
So when she tells you that becoming mature is one of her wishes for herself for her 18th birthday (last July 25), you wish the same thing for her. If only so that she can engage in a meatier discussion of the daring new themes and sounds she explores in Becoming.
Sarah admits having a hard time doing the record. But it had little to do with the mature, if not outright adult themes in this 14-track collection of non-tweetums material.
“Na-pressure po ako!” she says. “Kasi yung ibang songs po ni-record namin sa States nung may tour kami. Medyo ngarag-ngarag nga kasi hinahatak lang po kami para mag-record [in between shows].”
There was little time to study the material, much less to revise their original arrangements to the higher, belting ranges that Sarah is used to and actually prefers. But it’s all perfectly fine with her. “Very foreign!” she enthuses about the album’s sound.
Working with non-Pinoys (headed by US-based producer Christian de Walden) added extra pressure. “Nakakapanibago nung una kasi first time ko [to work with foreigners] at sa abroad pa ang recording. Pero mababait naman po sila. At ang gagaling!”
The same can be said of Sarah. Adventurous, confident, inventive even, the 18-year old successfully transitions from teen-pop princess to OPM royal lady-in-waiting with this sophisticated record. No more vocal acrobatics and histrionics, thank you. Her voice has become deeper, richer; her singing more elegant, layered, soulful.
So don’t go looking for the wailing lovestruck adolescent of “How Could You Say You Love Me”. She has grown into the strong, quietly secure lover of “I Still Believe In Loving You”, Becoming’s gorgeously mellow, guitar-kissed Toni Braxton-lite opening track and carrier single, where Sarah tenderly but assuredly sings “I’m not sure why you were leaving / But I’m gonna let your heart go free / You won’t see me cry”.
That’s just for starters. There are the aforementioned bits about running wild (in the standout country-ish upbeat track “Baby Blue”), touching (in the Santana-lite pop/salsa number “You Mean The World To Me”) and making love (in the sexy, jazzy groover “Is This Love?”).
And the 18-year old sounds so convincing throughout she makes you totally forget that this is a Sarah Geronimo record. That’s the genius of her work here.
Stress on the work. Sarah hasn’t had any real experiences of the sort she sings about in the album. (Her brushes with romance and love have so far been limited to “crushes lang”.)
So how did she manage to do justice to these songs? “Kinuha ko lang ang emotions ng mga kanta, inilagay ko ang sarili ko sa situations and just imagined.”
Sarah sure makes it sound like child’s play.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Summer Scarlett
Scarlett Johansson doesn’t only have the face and figure of a sexy, sultry, smoky starlet from the ‘30s. With her recording of the Gershwin classic “Summertime” (from the album Songs from Stars) she shows that she also has the voice of one. This is not just a summer sizzler; it’s a scorcher.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Closing Cycles
By Paolo Coelho
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment.
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment.
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
Let go
An excerpt from Paolo Coelho's "Close the Cycle"
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
Madge in New Vanity Fair
Vanity Fair will be releasing a special issue on Africa in July with not one, not two but 20 different covers. Madonna appears in two! Bono guest edits.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Alis dyan!
Oo, may iniisip ako. Ikaw. Iniisip ko, ano kaya kung sabihin ko na sa’yo ang matagal ko nang gustong sabihin. Na gusto kita. Magugustuhan mo kaya? Bibigyan mo kaya ng pagkakataon ang sarili mo na magustuhan din ako? O bale wala lang? Gaya ng pambabale-wala mo sa mga pagpaparamdam ko. Alam ko naman na may lamang iba ang isip mo. Pero wala ba talagang pag-asa na isipin mo rin ako? Kahit kailan? Siguro iisipin ko na lang na may putok ka. Para hindi na kita isipin.
12th French Film Festival in Manila
June 7-17 at Shang Cineplex Cinema 3
Shangri-la Plaza Mall
Screening schedule and synopses attached
Shangri-la Plaza Mall
Screening schedule and synopses attached
Monday, June 4, 2007
Open
Yesterday at noon I stood at the street corner where I last saw you standing, love. The midday sun breathed furiously above me, sending waves of heat to my head like a steamer in a beauty spa working full gear with a broken timer. I stood there open and still the world would not yield me.
Panahon Na
San ba pwede mag-sign up para maging professional event/party host? Professional meaning may bayad. Ilang taon ko na kasing ginagawa 'to -- sa school, sa office, sa simbahan, sa weddings, birthdays at kung anu-ano pa. Patok naman. Very professional daw. At natatawa ang mga tawo sa akun. Pramis.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Candies for Brats
Is this really how we punish rebellious/mutinous military officers? By sending them to the Senate? First Gringo. Now Trillanes. Sure one could argue that Ramos couped against Marcos. But that end was justified. And there was a deafening clamor from the people for leadership change at the very top. Gringo and Trillanes were upset at the people within their own ranks in the military. And they had to bother -- and drag down -- the entire nation just to have their way and get what they want?! Such brats! And now we're giving them candy? Naman!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Golden
One of the biggest mistakes that the Oscar voters ever did was to deny Cate Blanchett the Best Actress award she so richly deserved for "Elizabeth". I hope they don't make the same mistake twice. And I mean twice for the same role. The Great Cate already deserves the award now based on the trailer alone for "Elizabeth: The Golden Age". Yes it's a sequel and it centers on the love affair between Elizabeth and Sir Walter Raleigh, played by Clive Owen, who delivers this quotable line, "We have many weaknesses; we feel too much, we die, but we do have the chance of love." As though those two Oscar darlings weren't enough the movie also has one-time winner (for "Shine") Geoffrey Rush reprising his role from the first film and two-time nominee Samantha Morton. Shekar Kapur was at the helm again and hopefully he'll get the directing nomination that was denied to him the first time around. You can watch and be blown away by the trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpyP20IMPb8.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Ang Alamat ng Kamatis
Nung unang panahon sa bakuran ni Juan nakakita siya ng tumubong puno. Sabi ni Juan, "Ano ito? Parang kamatis!" At mula noon ay tinawag na itong kamatis. -- forwarded SMS
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Nessie surfaces!
A photo I took in Potipot Island in Zambales. The "monster neck" is actually a fallen tree resting by the shore. Had to climb it to get this shot.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Wish
I attended a despedida Saturday night. It was the second that my parish barkada has had to throw in less than a year. There was food and booze, a band performance, lots of kodakan and endless dancing. It was fun and all but all through the night I kept wishing that my own despedida would happen one day soon. I'm still wishing.
Wish
I attended a despedida Saturday night. It was the second that my parish barkada has had to throw in less than a year. There was food and booze, a band performance, lots of kodakan and endless dancing. It was fun and all but all through the night I kept wishing that my own despedida would happen one day soon. I'm still wishing.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Smile
Somebody slept with a big smile on his face last night. And it wasn't me. It's never me. Sigh.
Form
Come, love me actually. Love me beyond reason, love me beyond imagination with the rage of roots, with the stillness of constellations. Love me with tears and with melody, with no doubt without ceasing, absolute clarity, absolute mystery. As though you have seen the memory of days to come and your soul has found its form.
Cate as Bob
The first picture of Cate Blanchett as Bob Dylan in "I’m Not There", Todd Haynes’ Dylan bio-pic.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Coming Doubt
This just in. Meryl Streep and Phillip Seymour Hoffman will star in the film adaptation of the Pulitzer- and Tony-winning play DOUBT. The "devil" will play the role of a strict mother superior in a catholic school who accuses a priest-teacher (Hoffman) of pedophile. Cherie Gil starred in the local production last year and she was fierce. La Streep would, um, no doubt, nail the part (then again, has she ever not nailed one?) and get her new record 15th Oscar nomination.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Train
Don't you wish you were on that train / That left this morning with the rain / The sky is clear now / But you're still here now / Nowhere here now / What are you waiting for / What are you wasting for / A wish-you-well / A big fanfare / What are you waiting for / What are you wasting for / Just ring the bell / Lay your heart bare
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I am visionary
You entered: Ericdante Cabahug
There are 16 letters in your name.
Those 16 letters total to 68
There are 7 vowels and 9 consonants in your name.
Your number is: 5
The characteristics of #5 are: Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom.
The expression or destiny for #5:
The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.
If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.
Your Soul Urge number is: 7
A Soul Urge number of 7 means:
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.
You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.
The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.
Your Inner Dream number is: 7
An Inner Dream number of 7 means:
You dream of having the opportunity to read, study, and shut yourself off from worldly distractions. You can see yourself as a teacher, mystic, or ecclesiastic, spending your life in the pursuit of knowledge and learning.
Try it out at http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp
There are 16 letters in your name.
Those 16 letters total to 68
There are 7 vowels and 9 consonants in your name.
Your number is: 5
The characteristics of #5 are: Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom.
The expression or destiny for #5:
The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.
If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.
Your Soul Urge number is: 7
A Soul Urge number of 7 means:
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.
You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.
The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.
Your Inner Dream number is: 7
An Inner Dream number of 7 means:
You dream of having the opportunity to read, study, and shut yourself off from worldly distractions. You can see yourself as a teacher, mystic, or ecclesiastic, spending your life in the pursuit of knowledge and learning.
Try it out at http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp
Friday, April 13, 2007
Conversation Peace
It was my father's 9th death anniversary two days ago and I totally forgot about it until last night.
We were never close, my father and I. He worked as a ship captain and was away most of the time. When he came home for breaks in-between assignments we barely talked. We hardly did things together either.
Father kept mostly to himself. He didn't talk much and, as far as I can tell, he didn't really enjoy company. Not even his own family's. When he's not lounging in the living room watching basketball on TV or enjoying his music (The Platters was his favorite) by his lonesome -- bottle of beer in hand, cigarette in mouth -- he'd be busy doing little repairs on the house.
Occasionally he'd have me help him out with some chore. And every time it really did feel like a chore. Not the actual work itself but being with him. It was not enjoyable. At all. Even when we did not say a thing to each other.
All my life I felt a heaviness inside whenever I've had to deal with my father. Except this one time. It happened on an Easter Sunday. I had just come home from mass and I was listening to a CD of inspirational music when I felt like picking up the phone. I did and I dialed my father's number. I'd been living with my sister then and my dad and I haven't spoken with each other for two years.
He picked up the phone, I said hello, greeted him "Happy Easter" and asked how he was, he said he was fine, I told him that Tata, my elder sister, was in the hospital because of some tummy problem, he said he'd visit later that day, I told him it was great talking to him, he said he was happy I called, I bade him to take care of himself, he promised to, I said goodbye, he said goodbye, and we hung up. The entire call lasted less than 5 minutes.
I consider that the first real conversation that my father and I shared. It was also our last. He died from a slipping accident at home 6 days later.
We were never close, my father and I. He worked as a ship captain and was away most of the time. When he came home for breaks in-between assignments we barely talked. We hardly did things together either.
Father kept mostly to himself. He didn't talk much and, as far as I can tell, he didn't really enjoy company. Not even his own family's. When he's not lounging in the living room watching basketball on TV or enjoying his music (The Platters was his favorite) by his lonesome -- bottle of beer in hand, cigarette in mouth -- he'd be busy doing little repairs on the house.
Occasionally he'd have me help him out with some chore. And every time it really did feel like a chore. Not the actual work itself but being with him. It was not enjoyable. At all. Even when we did not say a thing to each other.
All my life I felt a heaviness inside whenever I've had to deal with my father. Except this one time. It happened on an Easter Sunday. I had just come home from mass and I was listening to a CD of inspirational music when I felt like picking up the phone. I did and I dialed my father's number. I'd been living with my sister then and my dad and I haven't spoken with each other for two years.
He picked up the phone, I said hello, greeted him "Happy Easter" and asked how he was, he said he was fine, I told him that Tata, my elder sister, was in the hospital because of some tummy problem, he said he'd visit later that day, I told him it was great talking to him, he said he was happy I called, I bade him to take care of himself, he promised to, I said goodbye, he said goodbye, and we hung up. The entire call lasted less than 5 minutes.
I consider that the first real conversation that my father and I shared. It was also our last. He died from a slipping accident at home 6 days later.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Karen loves Filipinos
Here's a clip from "Will & Grace" where Karen (Megan Mullaly) says she loves Filipinos. Not really laugh-out-loud funny but at least it's not another derogatory remark -- a rarity indeed. www.youtube.com/watch?v=d84dz4JNAnA
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
An "Evening" with Meryl Streep, Glenn Close, Vanessa Redgrave and Toni Colette
"A truly extraordinary cast breathes glorious life into Susan Minot and Pulitzer Prize winner Michael Cunningham’s adaptation of Minot’s beloved novel Evening. The film is a timeless, universal, and deeply emotional story about the secrets we share and the defining moments of connection between mothers and daughters, family and friends, and the loves of our lives."
Opens in the U.S. in July.
I so cannot wait.
Cashier Blues II
CASHIER: May smaller bill po kayo sir?
ME: Wala miss. [But what I really wanted to say was: Palagay mo? Malamang wala kasi kung meron yun sana ang binigay ko sa'yo.]
ME: Wala miss. [But what I really wanted to say was: Palagay mo? Malamang wala kasi kung meron yun sana ang binigay ko sa'yo.]
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Cashier Blues I
CASHIER: Sir, may 25 cents po kayo?
ME: Wala miss. Wala akong P12.50.
CASHIER: 25 cents po sir.
ME: Wala nga akong P12.50.
CASHIER: Bentesingko centimos po.
ME: Yan, meron ako nyan.
ME: Wala miss. Wala akong P12.50.
CASHIER: 25 cents po sir.
ME: Wala nga akong P12.50.
CASHIER: Bentesingko centimos po.
ME: Yan, meron ako nyan.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Four your info
Four jobs I have had:
1. section editor (music) STARSTUDIO magazine
2. entertainment editor THE SUNDAY TIMES MAGAZINE
(Manila Times)
3. project director PHILIPPINE NATIONAL CENTENNIAL
COMMISSION
4. senior writer/account manager FUENTES PUBLICITY
NETWORK
Four movies I have watched over and over:
1. FINDING NEMO
2. THE ROAD HOME
3. SENSE & SENSIBILITY
4. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Four books I have read.
1. THE KITE RUNNER
2. THE LOVELY BONES
3. THE HOLCROFT COVENANT
4. BY THE RIVER PIEDRA I SAT DOWN AND WEPT
Four TV shows I like to watch:
1. AMERICAN IDOL
2. DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
3. THE AMAZING RACE
4. AMERICAN IDOL (I like it that much, baket?!)
Four CDs I will never tire of listening to:
1. LIKE A PRAYER (Madonna)
2. WALKING WOUNDED (Everything But The Girl)
3. RAPTURE (Anita Baker)
4. EVERYTHING YOU WANT (Vertical Horizon)
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. THAILAND
2. SINGAPORE
3. CEBU
4. BORACAY
Four of my favorite foods
1. SPAGHETTI
2. CAKE
3. BEEF STEAK
4. BARBECUE
Four places I would love to be right now:
1. PALAWAN
2. JAPAN
3. BATANES
4. NEW YORK
Four dreams I would like to be fulfilled:
1. Publish a children's book
2. Publish a photo book
3. Have a hit song on the radio
4. Watch a Madonna concert live
1. section editor (music) STARSTUDIO magazine
2. entertainment editor THE SUNDAY TIMES MAGAZINE
(Manila Times)
3. project director PHILIPPINE NATIONAL CENTENNIAL
COMMISSION
4. senior writer/account manager FUENTES PUBLICITY
NETWORK
Four movies I have watched over and over:
1. FINDING NEMO
2. THE ROAD HOME
3. SENSE & SENSIBILITY
4. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Four books I have read.
1. THE KITE RUNNER
2. THE LOVELY BONES
3. THE HOLCROFT COVENANT
4. BY THE RIVER PIEDRA I SAT DOWN AND WEPT
Four TV shows I like to watch:
1. AMERICAN IDOL
2. DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
3. THE AMAZING RACE
4. AMERICAN IDOL (I like it that much, baket?!)
Four CDs I will never tire of listening to:
1. LIKE A PRAYER (Madonna)
2. WALKING WOUNDED (Everything But The Girl)
3. RAPTURE (Anita Baker)
4. EVERYTHING YOU WANT (Vertical Horizon)
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. THAILAND
2. SINGAPORE
3. CEBU
4. BORACAY
Four of my favorite foods
1. SPAGHETTI
2. CAKE
3. BEEF STEAK
4. BARBECUE
Four places I would love to be right now:
1. PALAWAN
2. JAPAN
3. BATANES
4. NEW YORK
Four dreams I would like to be fulfilled:
1. Publish a children's book
2. Publish a photo book
3. Have a hit song on the radio
4. Watch a Madonna concert live
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Mahal
Bishop Soc said that the more appropriate name for this week is Mahal na Araw rather than Holy Week (or the Spanish Semana Santa). That's because this week is all about love. God's love for us that was made manifest in His son, Jesus. And Jesus's love for us that was made manifest in the ultimate sacrifice he made on the cross.
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