Tuesday, January 19

What If

I've had too many 'what if?' moments in my life. These make me wonder if I had made enough and if I had challenged my self to live to the fullest. I guess not.

These things don't make me regret that I did not make the choice, these things strengthen me and make me think that there is something better in store for me.

Saturday, January 16

Doldrum drops

I've been really feeling the chilly weather. I drank coffee this morning and I am so woozy that I used the backspace button more frequently while typing this entry.

January is supposed to be cold. But not freaking wet. Last night, I surfed for greek and bulgarian main dishes because they're experimenting at home. But today I got all hyped up. We're practicing for a demonstration on Monday.

I got hyped up because:

1. some are just pain in the arse.
2. some are late.
3. I got no money.
4. did I say some are pain in the arse?

It's very hard to work on the group that does not know the commitment in a performance. Really, some people do not appreciate the joy of performing. Some will look upon you as weird loving what you're doing but who cares?

I love my craft, I love working my body. It's stress relieving to dance. It takes off my backpack for me.

So if you don't like what you are doing, don't blame it on the one who made the steps. For when they made it, it was of rhythm of the body; not politics.

In a group, never be taken aback with doing suggestions. Don't stop yourself if it's something for the groups' betterment. If you don't like the suggestion, present an alternative. Don't just say I don't like it. Be conscientious. I think you don't even know what that means.

Saturday, January 9

Of Farming

In this modern times, even six year-old children can farm. They can collect eggs from the chickens, they can harvest crops and they can plant new crops in just a simple click of a device called a mouse. Of course I am talking about the sensational applications that has gripped the online community of Facebook (which was sparsely populated a few years back).

Farming has always been part of the Filipino culture. Our ancestors were very eager and happy farmers who lived off their lives farming their own land. They were a happy bunch of mountain people. Going a few years in the future (give or take twenty generations or two) we see the hope of the youth in re-establishing and awakening the agricultural prowess that has once characterized our nation.

Imagine if those children and teenagers who are point and clicking their mouses real farmers. Come to think of it, we'll have 600,000 farmers now all working (some even on night shifts). With the government limiting agricultural budget and the country's depressing state of importation, why wouldn't we give our attention to the problem?

The proposed budget of the government for this year has increased about one eight in percentage and the allocation for agriculture is 27 billion. Only half of the budget for defense. Last year, the budget for agriculture was slashed of its rightful 1.1 billion. Where did it go I don't know.

For now the country's hope for a sustaining economy anchored on agriculture and rice sufficiency is bleak. Not unless the people at my left, right and back in this cafe start thinking of farms, farmers and planting. The real ones. /KP

Friday, January 8

Side reeling

I haven't watched any recent movies and I think all the entries at the MMFF are for dunderheads. So we watched copies of those 'epics' in dvd. Pirated or Original.

1. Avatar


No, it's not Aang. It's those big blue guys on a big planet. Pandora (that's the name of the blue planet), is being infested by humans who seek better living conditions (and new resources) because the earth is exhausted. It truly is epic in terms of effects but the sad plight and over exhausted plot of the humans-are-evil-and-they-are-cold-hearted are so old. However, no one could detest the stunning effect. Some might say it's cartoon-ish but i completely disagree. It's the next epic to Star Wars.

2. Twilight Saga: New Moon


It's still trash because of Pattinson. Yes I think Pattinson is the entire reason why readers are frustrated of the movie. Though everyone in the film has matured in their character, I still can't help but notice why Bella is acting like a poor kid who lost her candy on the way to school. Too much heavy breathing. I was also frustrated of the inclusion of Dakota Fanning in the movie. Why waste a good actress on saying four lines in a movie?

Though one could amaze at the setting in Italy, one question bugs my mind. Did Alice and Bella drive over an ocean and three countries?


3. Jennifer's Body




My tit. No that wasn't my line.It was the last punch line of Megan Fox in the entire freaking movie. What would you expect from the writer of Juno? True the writer has done an impeccable job in making teen horror truly funny. Just ignore the guts ripping and you would surely enjoy this movie. Seyfried is a psycho!

Plus, Megan is still hot, even though she's busy drinking blood from your abdomen.



4. 2012

Okay, the plot is totally stupid. The punchlines are a bomb to hear for they will surely make you laugh amidst the falling buildings and screaming almost-but-sure-dead people. One has to note the symbolism in the movie though. No, were not extremists and conspiracy theorists but I can't help it. Why did the biggest ship of the US army destroy the White House?/KP

Why (I Hate) Teleseryes?

I have endured sixteen years of watching soap operas, okay, teleseryes. Nanay has always been a fanatic, my older sister too,my dad got infected also but not me. It may sound as if I am referringto the watching of soap opera as a viral contagion but it is indeed one. A nasty bout of flu.

The world of Philippines' soap opera is a tragic one. We have seen the best and the worst in them. The best actresses inmovies have gone astray in these kilowatt-killing shows. And yes these shows add up to the ratings but what are we getting here?

Some (probably most) Filipinos are so emotion-savy that they cling to these shows. I am sure there are bitter fights because of the remote control at home and there are lots of money reeled in by the TV networks.

So I have a proposition. What if there are not 'teleseryes' in the Philippines?

I mean is the style of cinematography (is that what it's called) applied to it. What if it's different?

What if there were now rich and poor? Say like 90210. What if it's all about the same profession? Say Srcubs. Or Psych. Or CSI.

That's why nanay has a hard time convincing me to watch the one teleserye about a saintly child. First of all, I think it's too much sugar coating. Second, I think the people at that town are a bunch of idiots and people falloff their seats beacuse the townsfolk are looking and acting like idiots.

Please, can the world get more ironic? I mean if I continue watching that, I would look like a total emotional dunderhead just like those people in that town. I hate soppy things. And soppy soap operas poorly done are one of them.

Better leave me with soppy movies, that I can contemplate on. It's all about channeling, I hope the 'mad skillz' of young directors won't be wasted on the same-plot-for-fifty-years teleseryes. /KP

Thursday, January 7

Disaster in the making

I was so depressed this past months that I haven't made any artwork. The last one that I made, I let it rot in my cabinet from mite bites. Now, Nang Adel has posed a very intriguing deal. After a month, we'd switch artworks. Same size, different work.

It was okay for me at first to accept the fun exchange however, after a day of thinking I have realized that I am out of ideas for it. I rummaged something in the old magazines for an inspiration and racked my brains with all my might. But to no avail, I still don't have any.

I am hoping for that magical serendipity moment, an A-ha! moment, any spark just to resolve this. I am waiting. Waiting..

Wednesday, January 6

Life danger

Yes, for the first time in my freaking entire life, I may be wiped out in this planet after twenty four hours. Give or take a week. I don't know. I just feel the creeps right now. No, I didn't sell drugs as a part-time job and no, I did not write anything about someone so malicious. I just wonder what's wrong with this guy who just sent me this message:

one word is enuf 4 a wise man. d nyo pagtraidora ky d nyo p q kilala. into a nyo ang iba indi lng ako. ok?

He already sent me an SMS about a few months back and I still couldn't help but laugh. He knows me, and not only as acquaintances but as somewhat work buddies. Still he makes threats to me?

Hey man, I never had laid my eyes on your woman. For crying out loud, and may I repeat it again that we're just friends? Okay? And besides, I'm sane enough not to meddle in your relationship. Marunong ho ako ng delicadeza.

Kung sa Big Brother pa- "Over."

absolute solution to the resolution

I never do the resolution thing. It bothers me. You start a year with a promise you are dying to keep and by the end of the first month (give or take February), you are at it again. Doing your old rituals even though you've 'crossed-your heart' and 'promised' that you won't. The irony of life.

That's it has never crossed in my mind to make a resolution this year. I always (take those kindergarten times out) have never been into it.

First, I never believe in big promises. You know when you're a kid and your dad promises you that you'll have candy when you'd be good in class? I always fell for that stint and countless of times I end up being the little saint with no Snickers on his hand. I learned my lesson and this I think applies to the recent context.

Second, I know that I can't keep up with promises. I'm a big liar and keeping up with sappy holistic things in this bitter life is hard for me. So better shut up and don't hurt anyone else. Never promise when you know you can't keep it. You'll be like those TraPos who babble everything under the sun in their speeches.

So what is my solution?

Be myself this year. Simple and definitely easy to do.

Tuesday, January 5

Prophetic.




Opportunities never fail to pass by and I think I was given enough opportunities to read and finish this book. But finally, for the tenth time of trying to finish this book in six months (though it's just a small read), I have done it last night. I finished his beloved masterpiece.

It's like climbing that stupid wall you are forced to get across on at military trainings. The book is supposed to teach you to seek within yourself and it indeed has-for me. I had never attempted to read anything philosophical for it makes me barf (sometimes). But this time, due to the pressures insisted by myself, I did so. I found it difficult at first to decipher meanings but heck, if you decipher everything? What's left of the mystery of life?

"No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge." (Chapter 18)

Now, I am venturing still on the 'prophet' theme: Nest to be finished: