30 December 2011

The End of the Year Road-trip

Because of a mishap in the office, my team mates during that night and I got a free day the next day. Since it was truly rare for the six of us to have the same free day, we opted to go on a road-trip to Tagaytay.

Inside the car of our team mate, and without any plans or particular destination, we headed south, armed with our cameras and the desire to make the most out of the time we had then and there.

First stop was dinner. We had a delectable feast at Leslie's, a family restaurant serving Filipino cuisine, complete with a Bahay Kubo ambiance. My favorite was the baked mussels, and of course, the kare-kare.


After savoring the cold breeze and the view of the city below, as seen from the restaurant, we hunted for another place to go to. We ended up at the bar and restaurant on the other side of the street where we just had our dinner. We stayed there until the wee hours of the night. And failing to find a place to sleep for reasonable price and since most of the hostels don't have available rooms anymore, we slept in the car. It was... quite an experience. One that which I'm not particularly excited to try again. Haha.

It was hopeless to get a decent sleep in such a setting, but we had what we could. And when morning came, we had a filling breakfast of goto and arroz caldo. Afterwards, we headed off to the park, roaming around, stopping every once in a while to do some sight-seeing and people-watching.

We had a late lunch at a depot/mall on the way home, and rushed to arive at the office on time because half of us had shift  later that day.

It was tiring, it was not fancy. It was crude, actually. Haha. It was the first time I've had such an experience, and the first adventure with my team mates. It would probably the only time we would have the chance to and it was good that it pushed through.

akjs;ldgfakgakh thank you very much.


25 December 2011

Nostalgia Overload

16 December 2012
University of the Philippines Diliman's Annual Lantern Parade

Padayon, UP!













A few of the participating lanterns, and floats from the UP College of Fine Arts, the delegation of which evoked characters and other pop culture icons from this generation's childhood and years begone.










24 December 2011

My first Oblation Run

16 December 2012. If not for the coverage assignment for my photojournalism class, I wouldn't have exerted effort to attend the Oblation Run.

An annual tradition of some of the UP chapters of the Alpha Phi Omega Fraternity, the Oblation Run is a form of protest by the members on contemporary issues in the country. Taking from the Oblation, the University's symbol of a naked man with arms outstretched and selflessly giving himself up for the nation, the members run through the halls of Palma Hall and give out roses to female spectators while displaying their banners and placards. This year, the members called on the public to help preserve the rivers of the country.







It was an incredible experience for me--the adrenaline rush I had as I pushed my way through a hysteric crowd (for reasons I could not fathom, really), running to and fro to get to the position where the action was, and endlessly clicking the shutter button in the hopes of catching a good shot.

It was the first time I ever felt like I was a photographer covering an event.

13 December 2011

'Always'


Always
by Panic! At The Disco

When the world gets too heavy,
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart like bad glue 
On a get well card.
But it was always you falling for me
Now there's always time calling for me
I am the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know.
I'm a fly that's trapped in a web
But I'm thinking that my spider's dead.
Oh, lonely lonely little life 
I could kid myself in thinking that I'm fine
I'm skin and bone
Just a cane and a rusty throne
Oh, the castle's under siege 
But the sign outside says 
'Leave me alone'


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There's nothing like a good song articulating all the ‘何これ?!’ and ‘わからないよ~’ and ‘キモい!’  I've been feeling lately.

01 December 2011

Birthdays and milk tea mania

November had been nothing short of busy and fun.



My 111111 was made of pink roses, cramped morning train, opening of team mate's tea shop, lunch and milk tea, word factory, sabaw jeep conversations, media laws, homelessness, heart-to-heart talks, high school sort-of reunion at a friend's birthday celebration, videoke until dawn, taking about ten "last shots" and laughing with friends 'til our tummies ache.



The celebration for my birthday was two days early. The high school barkada was present of course. And my team mates came all the way from the office, too. Crazy, fun night--filled with food, endless kwentuhan, and one-to-sawa videoke. I have amazing friends and family to celebrate birthdays with.


On the day of my birthday, I welcomed Kazunari (Kazu/Kaz for short) in my life. I wanted to name him with another three-letter name like Sho (as in Sakurai Sho). I thought of Jun (as in Matsumoto Jun) and Roy (as in Roy Mustang). But I decided I'd just name my car Roy if ever I'd have one. :))

Obligatory test shots. :))


I also began to venture into the world of photography with my Photojournalism class, under the Chief Photographer of EPA, no less. I am so excited to learn more about the craft from him.

In a cosplay convention, my friend and I met up with a couple of the acquaintances we made around 2009 through an online community for anime fans. Because I kind of coaxed one of them, he said he'll treat me because it was my birthday. It was kind of awkward at first because we were just online buddies, but he called it epic (it was his first cosplay at the said famous convention) and was thankful anyway. So I guess it was just fine.


I have also been helping one of my team mates accomplish her photo portofolio homework for a workshop she's been attending. We've been to various "locations" and I guess it's a good practice for photography, too.


After one shoot, we headed to the office where a cake for us November birthday celebrants was prepared. My birthday had been extended for so long already, but who am I to complain. Teehee.


After another such shoot, we met up with a couple of other team mates for a late lunch at a Persian diner and had milk tea afterwards before we set off for work later that afternoon. It was such a chill get-together that we decided we should do more of it.

07 November 2011

A few quiet minutes

Because one of my classes is cancelled allowing me to go home earlier than usual, I decided to head to St. Clare Monastery to offer eggs and a prayer for my friend's success as she takes her licensure examination a few days from now.

I do not believe in idolatry but I do in intercession. Ever since before I took my college entrance examination, I always turned to St. Clare for guidance whenever I have to make important life-changing decisions. The peacefulness inside the church allowed me moments to reflect and today, I pondered about my purpose in life.

Recently, I feel troubled and have been doubting myself wondering if I have what it takes to be successful in the field I have chosen. The workload at the university seems to be taking its toll on me, and the school year (which is hopefully my last) has just began. I keep comparing myself to others, wondering if I have enough talent, guts, and willpower to pursue a career in journalism.

The humid air heightened my senses as I sat on one of the pews. The lightrail train swooshed above-head on my left side while I heard the chirping sound of birds on the nearby tree. The place is secluded from the rest of the city, but there is a certainty that I would be back the minute I stepped outside the cream-colored walls.

Across the aisle to my right was a guy covering his face with his hand, crying uncontrollably. It was disconcerting to see but comforting to realize that even "tough guys" do turn to Him in times of trouble. The girl beside him was consoling him. I couldn't help but heave a sigh in my mind and wish him well.

Despite my apprehensions about the people and some ideologies governing the Christian faith politics, I still find peace in the physical space it is represented by--the walls, the high ceilings and domes, the ringing silence and the infallible quietness.

It always a good idea to visit the church, take a breather from all the fuss, and sit a while to reflect.

20 October 2011

Hopefully, this is my last sembreak

While the first half of October meant virtually zero sleep because of all the tasks I needed to accomplish, the latter half of this month was spent doing what I do best: Bumming around and sleeping. I think I have earned this reward well and fair, though. Haha.

I began re-watching Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (2007) again. It's where I fell in love with the perfection that is Ikuta Toma. Haha. Watching the dorks of Osaka Gakuen made me wish (again) for a high school life as crazy as theirs was. It's not that ours was in any way inferior. I just wonder what fun it would have been if we were as reckless and bonded and were all living under one roof as those ikemen in HanaKimi. Of course, it was just a work of fiction and I would never trade those four years I had spent with the people I dearly love until today. It was a huge part of who I am now, and when I think of "friends," it's still them that instantly spring to mind.

Speaking of friends, I've been occupied with helping one of my friends accomplish her photo portfolio for the modelling workshop she's attending. I immediately said yes when she asked for help, firstly because I do want to help her and I want her to feel accomplished because she's been feeling extremely directionless and sad lately. Besides, I'd like to try testing my potential in photography. Haha. I don't really know anything about fashion but I think the "shoots" we've been doing allowed me to explore the nuances of digital photography. So that when I finally have my own camera for the coming semester, I'd have an inkling of what to do. Yay. 

And then, one of my best friends has been hired at my workplace! It's weird to have her around in such a different setting. But I'm excited and happy nonetheless! She'll finally get to know some of the people I've grown fond of. Isa na lang ang kulang, kumpleto na kame. HAHAHA.

09 October 2011

Isdaan: Fresh fish, bamboo huts and bridges, and the Tacsiyapo Wall

In the town of Gerona, Tarlac is a unique restaurant aptly called Isdaan. Also known for the Tacsiyapo Wall, it boasts of theme park-like statues, a vast fish pond over which nipa huts connected by bamboo bridges serve as the dining areas.

Giant fish statues welcomes visitors and diners

From the entrance visitors are welcomed with giant fish statues, life-sized figures of a security guard and even of former President Joseph Estrada. In fact, the whole place is filled with a curious hodgepodge of various enormous statues—from the Buddhist-inspired monuments, Aztec-looking sculptures, different dinosaurs, monkeys and other sorts of stone giants.


However, what sets Isdaan apart from other dining places is its being a floating restaurant. Below and between the nipa huts is the fish pond where hundreds of brightly-colored carps and other fish swim about. Once settled, diners are given free fish food that can be fed to the fish while waiting for the food to be served. Isdaan also has roaming musikeros in groups of three who sing and even dance for the customers’ entertainment. For a tip, visitors can even request for songs, and the musikeros, dressed in coordinating outfits, would pull the performance off accompanied by a guitarist.

Musikeros sing while you wait
(Photo by Dawn Fabrero)

Isdaan offers a wide array of Filipino cuisine dishes, and the menu is made up of the usual fare of adobo, bulalo, and inihaw dishes among others, to meals with playful-sounding names such as “Pinaputok sa Dahon,” “Inapoy na Hipon,” and “Chicken na Ginataan with the Magic Dahon Flavor.”

Curious about the how the magic dahon tasted, my companions and I ordered the latter, plus lumpiang bukid, rice and a bilao of fried seafood which included, tilapia, hipon, tahong, bangus, tawilis, alimasag, and a dish of finely diced green mango, bagoong, and whole boiled tomatoes at the center of the bilao. The seafood was delectable and fresh, and the uniquely Filipino setting was unmistakable. The chicken with the magic dahon flavor was also surprisingly tasty because of the combination of coconut milk, ginger, and the sweetness coming from the banana leaf.

The floating restaurant concept of Isdaan is both an advantage and a disadvantage. For the most part, the ambiance is unique and the floating huts above the water added more the dining experience. However, because the areas are a little far apart from each other, the service crew members are a little inefficient when it comes to taking orders and responding to the customers’ requests. It was a good thing that there were many things to be preoccupied with while waiting for the extra bottled water or following-up the order for a side dish that wasn’t served.

Hit the wall. The Tacsiyapo Wall.
(Photo by Dawn Fabrero)

To cap the Isdaan experience off, visitors queue up for a chance to use the Tacsiyapo Wall. Coined from the Northern Luzon term for “Shame on you!” the Tacsiyapo Wall is famous for allowing visitors to vent out their anger by hurling mugs and plates (and even vases and wall clocks) to the wall for a price. Inscribed with issues Pinoys are usually frustrated about such as “5/6,” “Mother/Father-in-law,” “Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend,” “Taksil,” “Intrigera/Tsimosa,” “Boss, Managers, Supervisors,” and many others, the predominantly red wall had become battered and cracked over years of cathartic shouts of “Tacsiyapo!” and throws from customers.

Within Isdaan is also a store where visitors can buy pasalubong such as fresh goat milk, carabao pastillas, and quesong puti.

Indeed, visitors can come to Isdaan not just to simply eat authentic Filipino cuisine but enjoy the ambiance and the setting quite unlike what can be usually found in the Metro.

07 October 2011

Carvajal Street Market: More than what meets the eye

Situated between two towering buildings along Juan Luna Street and some meters worth of walk from the Binondo Church is Carvajal Street, a quaint alley barely three meters wide. Nestled between a bank on the left-hand side and a Western-style fast food restaurant on the other, Carvajal Street is one of the go-to places in Binondo for quick food finds and a unique Chinatown experience.

The unique and busy alley of Binondo's Carvajal Street. (Photo from here)

Unless one specifically looks for it, this street closed to vehicular traffic is barely noticeable to an unobservant eye. However, even heavy rains cannot prohibit a plethora of pedestrians, buyers, and sellers from coming and going to and from the street.

According to Ivan ManDy of Old Manila Walks Tour, Carvajal Street was first called “Ho-Sua-Hang,” which means “umbrella alley” in Fookien, during the days when the main product traded in the place were umbrellas.

Drivers of pedicabs and kuliglig (sidecars powered by motors used for fishing boats) call on to passers-by, code-switching between Filipino and a handy dose of Chinese. Strong-built men go about the street, carrying stacks of boxes on their shoulders while Chinese-looking mothers usher their children, still clad in their school uniforms, in and out of the shops.

Roderick Manansala, a resident of Binondo for twenty years and a seller at Carvajal Street, recalls that there were drug stores first before food became the primary attraction of the alley. Today, the street is lined with wet market-like stalls and eateries, among many others.

Upon entering the street, a vivid display of colors welcomes potential customers. The walls are lined with cases heaping with fruits of various kinds not usually seen in regular supermarkets and groceries. On both sides, green and red apples, plump mangosteens, cherries, kiwis, pears, lemons, exquisite-looking dragonfruits, lychees, huge watermelons, papayas, and watermelons are sold by vendors who, unlike in most wet markets, do not beset the customers with unsolicited offers and remarks.


A fruity feast for the eyes.
Carvajal Street's selection of gastronomic delights welcomes visitors and "suki" alike


Alongside the fruit stalls, other establishments can be found showing how the residents and proprietors at Carvajal Street succeeded in mixing modernity with traditional practices, most notable of which are the drug stores. On one side of the street is the usual kind, gleaming in white light with stern-looking pharmacists. On the other side are traditional Chinese ones with cabinets of bottles filled with herbs and curious-looking concoctions, giving off a slightly pungent smell.

One of these is the Lui Chuon Tong Chinese drug store, which its manager Bonita Uy claims to be the original drug store in Carvajal Street. “We’ve been here for 60 years,” said Uy in her heavily-lilted English. Visitors who wish to buy authentic and traditional Chinese medicines are sure to find what they’re looking for in shops like Lui Chuon Tong.

There are also vendors selling meat, poultry, and fish displayed casually on low tables beside air-conditioned meat shops with glass doors, uniformed crew, and big signage. There are also travel agencies, side-by-side optical shops, bookstores, health clinics, and “convenience stores” which sell Chinese figurines and knick-knacks visitors can buy as souvenirs.

Going further inside, one can attest to Carvajal Street’s claim as an all-in-one stop in Binondo, especially for food adventurers. Hole-in-the-wall stores offer both Chinese and Filipino delicacies, both for those on the go and those who wish to stay and eat inside the shops. Some stores sell Chinese street food and some sell Pinoy rice cakes such as suman, bibingka, and sapin-sapin.



A Chinatown must-have: Siopao in various colors, sizes, and flavors

In the middle of this cultural fusion are restaurants and eateries that serve quick and delectable meals for people dropping by in Carvajal Street. Rita’s Native Food-Lutong Bahay offers Pinoy favorites such as sinigang, menudo, adobo, and dinuguan, among others. Quick Snack, on the other hand, has a wide array of Chinese dishes. For as low as 70 to a couple of hundred pesos, foodies can try the sumptuous noodle dishes, dumplings, fresh spring rolls (or lumpia), and an assortment of Chinese cakes.

Towards Yuchengco Street to the other end of the street market are stalls selling vegetables neatly lined on wooden trays. It is noticeable, however, that unlike in usual wet markets, vendors in Carvajal Street do not put price labels on their products. Selling a kilo of apples at P100 and a kilo of cherries for P600, they must be trying not to baffle newcomers with the price of their goods.

While the products at Carvajal Street aren’t the cheapest, a stroll in this unique alley is a must-do while in Binondo. The assortment of sights and sounds, the hodgepodge of Filipino-Chinese culture and cuisine in such close proximity behind the unimposing façade can disarm both natives and tourists alike.

02 October 2011

Almost there

Thesis proposal-writing has gotten me restless, and worried to the core. Will it be good enough? What if my variables aren't concrete enough? Is it actually feasible? Will I pass and actually move on to doing it for next sem?

Exams on Macroecon, where I barely manage to scrape passing grades, have rendered me in a state of panic all the time. If not for our kind and competent teaching fellow, I would have given up all hope.

Papers, reports, articles, exams, and group works pile up so suddenly I stagger at the quantity. I would have to finish piles of readings, interview a few sources, do some legwork, create presentations, set up another blog (and therefore conjure its would-be contents). To make it worse, some of the people I have to work with don't seem to care about the task at hand at all.

I haven't even been showing myself to my orgmates, and I am ashamed of my lack of participation in the activities, not to mention that it seemed like I was sick for the whole of September--sore eyes, colds, then cough.

Then there's work. And other extra-curricular worries.

But (temporary) freedom is barely two weeks away. I've managed to hold on for the past four months, this second to the final crunch will be a cinch. Or so I hope.

23 September 2011

A ship to nowhere

I look at you as you look at her. From across the table she's every bit your dream--her long silken hair glowing with the light abovehead, her eyes twinkling in laughter. I see you become disarmed as she smiles at the jokes she's being told. You have been so keen to her whims--a platter of onion rings, an extra fork, a glass of water (without ice, please). She's having fun listening to the others' stories amid the convivial cacophony, and you, the usual bard of the group, contently sits in silence watching her. Once, in the same place, you sat beside me while everybody else was on the floor singing and dancing the night away. Out of the blue and as if I needed telling, you muttered, "I really really like her," your eyes focused on one single person, unobstructed by the dizzying colored lights and the haze from cigarette smoke. And sitting beside you again this time, I wonder why all I could do is look at you as you look at her.


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Experimenting, I guess? Haha.

12 September 2011

If you want sense, you have to make it yourself*

These are just some of my favorite tweets by the ex-Panic! At the Disco lead guitarist and then-primary song-smith, Ryan Ross (@thisisryanross). Probably part of the reason why I admire him so is his ability to twist and turn words, and then stringing them together to create startling metaphors and imagery. 


*From "The Phantom Tollbooth" by Norton Juster (Random House, 1961)

30 August 2011

Happy birthday, MatsuJun!

Sa'yo nagsimula ang lahat.
Mahal kita kahit/dahil diva ka. :)

20 August 2011

Manila is special because Rizal is my hero

Written for J195:

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As part of the country’s celebration of the national hero’s sesquicentennial birth anniversary this year, over 200 participants tasted some of Jose Rizal’s known favourite foods and revisited some of the most historically significant landmarks in Metro Manila.

On the morning of May 20, the Department of Tourism launched the tourism campaign honoring Jose Rizal. It featured a heritage trail to the places in the Philippines where he had set foot on, as well as a special breakfast capturing the tastes from more than a century ago. The itinerary was not fancy, but the places were memorable because they have stood witness to the significant moments of our history.

The program of the heritage trail launch and the pasaporte for Lakbay Rizal @ 150

The most obvious landmark is of course the dutifully-guarded Rizal monument at the Luneta Park, visited not only by Filipinos but even by foreign tourists as well. That morning, a bunch of Koreans were huddled in front of the Park. There was also the improved Rizal Lights and Sound Museum that aimed to bring to life the last moments of Rizal with life-size statues.

For a Filipino who hasn’t visited the Rizal Shrine at Fort Bonifacio, the Hispanic-themed museum was by far the most interesting. The Shrine houses some of the most treasured Rizaliana relics such as some of the clothes he wore displayed in glass cases and permanently stained with time. The walls and the floors were filled with his writings—both from his personal letters and journals, and from his published literary masterpieces.

Probably what caused the most “oohs” from the visiting crowd was the display of a spinal bone of Rizal which a bullet from the firing squad pierced through. It was to me, a concrete and physiological evidence that the national hero was, indeed, a human like all of us—extraordinary, yes, but human.

Unlike other thematic tours, the Lakbay Rizal @150 offers gastronomical treat to the participants with a special buffet of the national hero’s favourite food. As the tour guide explained the bases for selecting a dish to be included in the menu, everybody experienced the tastes Rizal favoured himself during his time. There was the starchy but flavorful pancit miki Maria Clara and Tiya Isabel from Noli me Tangere prepared for Ibarra. There was also the famous tinola with papaya that aggravated Padre Damaso after he was purposedly served with the scrawny neck part of the chicken in El Filibusterismo. There were also sardenas seca tuyo, itlog na pula, and adobo Rizal spoke of in his letters to his family.

To cap the sumptuous meal was a cup of hot rich and bittersweet tsokolate e. As opposed to the bland tsokolate a (with “a” standing for “agua”), tsokolate e was described in Noli as a drink served only for important people, mostly the friars.



The iconic monument of the National Hero at Rizal Park
(Photo from here)

The tour also included a visit to Intamuros, particularly to the Rizaliana sites such as the original location of the Ateneo where Rizal studied and the location of the court where he was tried and sentenced. Ultimately, the last place to be visited was the circular Paco Park where Rizal was unceremoniously buried after he was executed by the firing squad.

The thematic tour all over the Philippines includes a total of around 25 spots. I like history as much as discovering new things, and tracing Rizal’s steps from Laguna to Pampanga to Zamboanga seems like a great adventure waiting to be had.

19 August 2011

'How I miss yesterday, how I let it fade away...'*

Sometimes I wonder why I cling onto the bits and pieces of daily life, and the stories and the people I encounter.

I keep instructing my brain to remember a line from a book, a conversation, a scenery, a tiny detail that would probably never mean anything.

"The richness of life lies in the memories we have forgotten," says a graffiti written on a desk in a class room. Does it, I wonder? If we don't know what we've lost, we'll never know how much we should or might have had.

Despite this, and as much as possible still, I try to remember.


*from Memories by Panic! At The Disco

14 August 2011

The Mighty Mouse for threeee!

Jimmy Alapag won the 2010-2011 Most Valuable Player Award of the PBA! If I were in Araneta Coliseum today and have witnessed the ceremony, I would have been crying right now or teary-eyed at least. I have been a fan for more than 6 years already, and I certainly believe he deserves the recognition.

I am probably one of the last persons you can expect to be a basketball fan. I was never a sports enthusiast. I hated those nights when my father watches a game and I can't tune in to my favorite primetime programs. And no matter how much I bargained with him, I couldn't win. A basketball game's "last 20 minutes" can go on for an hour, and when my father says, "only two minutes left," I know I have missed another full episode of the program I wanted to watch.

I was in sophomore year in high school when things changed. My seatmate back then was a Barangay Ginebra Kings fan since birth (he said so himself), and because we were always bantering I decided to root for the team BGK was against during the finals series of that time. It was Talk n Text. I watched the games, and even if Talk n Text did not win that championship, the little point guard of the team wearing jersey number 3 won my heart. HAHAHA.

I was not familiar with the rules of the game, nor the people in it, nor the roles they have to play. I simply watched the little guy who shoots from the rainbow county, makes great passes to defend the ball, and subtly assists his teammates to score field goals. I remember his "partnership" back then with Willie Miller, the two of them scoring and creating fastbreak plays for the team. It was really a delight watching them, Willie being a rather comic fellow. It was really a letdown when Willie was traded of to Alaska. But Jimmy stayed, and in the team, his role grew bigger as Talk n Text (like all the teams in the PBA) cope up with changes in the line-up, coaching staff, and rules.

I think my "fondness" for Jimmy (for lack of better word) is an example of how obsessive I can be when I like something or see a special worth in someone. I remember not missing a single game of the team, even if only just by watching on TV, competing with the rest of the family who didn't quite understand how I became a basketball fan overnight. I remember voicing out opinions through the mailing list under his name, cutting out and keeping pictures and news articles about him. I remember my how my high school classmates showed and gave me magazine articles and photos on Jimmy despite constantly chiding me for my unprecedented crush over a "short" basketball player. I even talked about him and the games in my letters to my friends, about how annoying the team lost, or how happy I am that he was (as always then) the player of the game. (I really want to read those letters again and laugh at myself, haha.)

In due time, though, I found other interests. But I always root for the team whenever it reaches the finals, or whenever I could catch a game on TV. I haven't memorized the names of the players (of all the teams) now, the way I used to. I actually miss the time when Jimmy's team was the underdog. I liked it better when the teams of the moguls financing the league is up against my Talk n Text that didn't seem to have a solid coaching staff, whose ace players were being traded-off, and so on.

The tables have turned now. Talk n Text seems to have one of the strongest line-ups in the league, and just two wins away from securing a grand slam legacy. Through the years, it was Jimmy (and okay, Coach Chot but Coach was not with TnT from the start so...) that kept the team together, mentored the new and younger players as they step up in their games.

Game by game, conference by conference, I think Jimmy had developed to be a dependable leader and Talk n Text wouldn't be Talk n Text without him. A player's worth isn't simply measured by the points he scored, or statistics in general after all.

The Mighty Mouse has always been the league's most valuable player for me, and this year's award is just another feather on his cap, though it's undoubtedly the brightest. Hihi.



I think I sound so much like a teenage girl romanticizing her crush... which I am (except for the former part</3). Haha.

08 August 2011

'Maaari bang makausap ka kahit na sandali?'



Sabihin sa'kin ang layunin
Ng pagtitig niya.
Tila ako ay nahihila
Ng kanyang mga mata...
Bukod sa ganda ng musika at titik, tinig pa ng isang kaibigan ang umaawit. Isa ito sa mga paborito kong kanta sa ngayon, mula sa Cyrano: Isang Sarswela, ang dulang pinanood namin noong Pebrero.

26 July 2011

ASFD:LSAHLKHJDFS;!!1! just got real


At the screening of the Cinemalaya entry "Ang Babae sa Septic Tank" today at the UP Film Institute, my friends and I had the amazing fortune of being stuck inside the rest room with no less than the star of the movie herself, Ms. Eugene Domingo. And it wasn't just once but twice.

The first one was before the movie began, and another after the movie and the "press conference" ended. She was even with her friend, John "Sweet" Lapus, during the latter, because they were being harangued at the exit. It was quite an experience--at one moment you were chatting with your friends inside the toilet, and then the next your eyes bulging because of being in such a close proximity with one of your favorite artists. And just after seeing her movie and witnessing her intelligence during the question and answer at that!

My friends were I were actually spazzing but we couldn't flail because we don't want to embarass ourselves in front of Ms. Eugene. And none of us even had a camera! We were so unnerved that we didn't know what to do. I think Ms. Eugene and Sweet thought we wanted to go out already but couldn't because of the cameras and the people just outside the door. In truth, though, we wanted to stay and do something--take a picture with them or have their autographs. And so, probably sensing our unease, Sweet said not to worry, we could go outside already. When we opened the door, there was indeed a throng of people and cameras with their lights on. They were probably disappointed to see a group of girls instead of the star of the movie they had just seen. With our heads bowed and still not believing our luck, we hurried outside the theater.

The movie, by the way, was definitely amazing on so many levels. It was so wrought with meanings and it definitely deserves all the awards!

A great movie and encounters with Ms. Eugene (at the restroom), both shared with friends--today is definitely an awesome day.

25 July 2011

Random re-realization

I am so blessed with my parents.


Belated happy birthday, Ama! <3
Advanced happy birthday, Ina! <3


Because their birth-dates are only ten days and two years apart. :))

19 July 2011

'Shall we change that we can't fly and go?'



That moment when Sakurai Sho plays Hatenai Sora on the piano so beautifully and I couldn't be any prouder.

Arashi currently serves as my reprieve as I tackle this unbelievable amount of stress and work--from Macroeconomics to travel writing articles to readings and papers for Linguistic Anthro to thesis proposal, and everything else in between.

11 July 2011

A Letter Unsent [03]: To the girl with many stories

To the girl with many stories,

Over chicken nuggets, half-assed burgers, fries and sundaes inside the fastfood joint near our workplace, I listened to your many tales as I racked my mind for some to tell you in response. It had become a weekly ritual for us. We grab a bite after our shift and catch-up on the week that was. After this midnight meal, I would sit beside you on the sidewalk and wait for you to finish smoking a stick or two. We would then head back to the quarters, and talk for a couple more hours.

I think it's pretty amazing that we have become this comfortable with one another. You seemed so aloof when I first met you, not to mention stunning and confident. In fact, I think we're kind of at the opposite ends of the personality spectrum. I am old-fashioned and conscientious as hell while you seemed to be unmindfully living in your own world and all I wanted then was to talk to you about a mutual interest.

Was it the bus ride to the first event we attended together that made us click? Or was it the Christmas drinking party held in one of our teammate's place? You know I am not the type to take the first step when it comes to talking and befriending new people, and I am so glad you were a natural story-teller.

One time you asked me to accompany you somewhere inside the university where I'm studying. We ate lunch together and I was secretly proud then that my college-mates saw me hanging around with a pretty girl with flowing auburn hair. Over pasta, you told me stories--stories I never knew I'd get to hear first-hand, stories I never knew could happen to people I actually know of.

You might not have realized it but I was and still am overwhelmed with the trust you had for me as you told me about your anime recommendations, your opinion on the vocalist of a band we both love, the tales of your troubled years, your search for independence, your deep-rooted motives to prove yourself to your relatives and to the people around you, your frustrations on the people you are constantly with, your unrequited efforts for the person of your affection, your earnest desire and plans to be the daughter your parents would be proud of...

Time and again, you have proved to me that this society's prejudices are wrong more often than not. You embody this nonconforming individuality I had a hard time getting used to. But I eventually did (I hope) and I guess it's thanks to you that I have become more open-minded about how extremely different people can be from those I normally see and interact with.

You are indeed different from anybody else I know of. You almost always have a different way of seeing things, and most of the time you catch me by surprise with your opinions and manner of handling situations. Always, I look forward to listening to your stories and even if it's just the two of us together, we never run out of things to talk about. I remember trying to understand and respond to what you were telling me even in my half-asleep state at past three in the morning. Yes, you were that loquacious. Haha.

Deeply engrossed in conversations in the office after work, in your apartment with a few other friends, over a few drinks and the smoke from your cigarettes, inside movie theaters, on the streets to a convenience store to buy ice cream and coffee or on the way home late at night, or anywhere else we find ourselves together, we barely notice time passing us by. I even get to share with you thoughts I would not normally tell my other friends, and your way of thinking prompts me to reconsider my views on people, relationships, and life in general.

You have been always eager to share bits and pieces about the day you had or your thoughts on various things. I know you're smart but you sometimes make me worry that you could let your emotions get the better of you. Sometimes, you're like the wise old hermit I listen to and learn from. On other times, I wish I could just hit you on the head and make you realize things. Either way, we never fail to share stories whenever we can and it amazes me how much we have become a part of each others' lives.

I actually did not expect to be so engrossed in a stranger's life until I knew you. It's just a little over a year since we've been introduced and only months since we really became friends in the word's deeper sense. The thought of you leaving scares me even if I know you are bound to. (Well, we both are, actually.) You know I hate mushy stuff, and I just couldn't put it straight to the point that I don't want you to go as you plan. That's why I keep suggesting things you could possibly do here even if they're harder to accomplish instead of going back to where you're from which is more feasible and ultimately practical. I fervently hope it's not yet anytime soon and that your refusal to tell us exactly when is a sign that you're also having second thoughts.

We still do meet inside and outside work but a change of schedule and rules had disabled us to have our weekly ritual. Your shift now ends a couple of hours earlier so you usually go straight back to your apartment, while I go out and eat with a handful of our other teammates whose shifts end at the same time as mine.

However, no matter how fun and comfortable the others are to be with, I always prefer the relatively sedate midnight conversations we used to have as we traversed the utterly familiar street, leading us to our weekly dose of chicken nuggets, half-assed burgers, fries and hot fudge sundaes.

13 June 2011

A Potterhead reflects, laments, rejoices

Last week, I decided to start re-watching all of the seven Harry Potter movies. In a month, the second part of the final installment will be released, and it would mean the ultimate end of the phenomenal series. There would be no more books nor films to look forward to anymore.

I don't think I am the only one in this kind of pinch--wanting to relieve and cling onto the past decade of magic, bravery and kindness, and at the same time dying to see the glorious end of the fantastic story we have followed since we were kids.

 I can not call myself the biggest Potter fan, but J.K Rowling's masterpiece had affected me in more ways than one. The series had rekindled my love for books, made me stay up until the wee hours of the early morning, created a venue for conversation with my friends. I clung on to each and every word, to every peculiar British expression, to every archaic- (and Latin-) sounding magical spell, to the excitingly different renditions of different familiar fictional creatures, to the fascinating characters as they made me care about their losses, triumphs, their (sometimes feeble attempts at) jokes, their peculiarities.

The adventures at and beyond Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry showed me just how boundless true friendships really are, how kindness comes in different sizes and appearances, how love can conquer the most difficult of odds, even death, how to accept tragic losses and keep level-headed in times of triumph, how to stand up against the powers that be, how to ward off nargles, among so many others.

 I am a part of the Potter generation and there's no use denying it. I was 11 when the first movie came out, and I could say that I have stuck with Harry until the very end, just as Ron and Hermione were constantly there for him even in the face of death. We are the generation that grew up looking up to the wisdom of Professor Dumbledore and cracking jokes along the lines of Fred and George Weasley. We have seen Luna not as a crazy teenage girl but as a dependable friend with a firm set of beliefs. Like the rest of the Wizarding World, we were scared of and awed with the power Voldemort held in his hands. We are taught to be in constance vigilance by Mad-Eye Moody, always on guard for surreptitious malevolence, and always prepared to do what's right.

 The books are a wonder to read. Rowling made it possible to turn everything we in the Muggle world deem as ordinary to magical. I have had my dose of laughter from her witty remarks and snides. My eyes welled up as she painted touching and heartbreaking scenes. I adore how she alluded to the real-world issues by way of characterizations and plot archs--Oh, Rita Skeeter! Oh, Dolores Umbridge! Oh, Ministry of Magic! And as an aspirant writer, I believe one of Rowling's greatest achievements from the series is her creation of fantastic settings--a world so different from our own, a world we want to be a part of, yet so familiar, so easy to understand.

This wondrous alternative world we got to see in the films, as the words and pages become cinematic elements combined to produce complete audio-visual experiences. As separate works of art, the film adaptations and the novels are different and comparing them is pointless. For me personally, the movies and the books are co-existent. It is hard for me to read the books and not imagine the Gryffindor common room as seen in the movies, or dissociate Rupert Grint from the character of Ron Weasley.

 Come July, Potter fans all over the world will prolly think so, too. We might have read about the end of the series already, for the first time almost four years ago. But within those four years, there were still the movies we go to the theaters for. It would would be a lot different this time. This will be the last time the cast, which we have come to associate with the characters we felt strongly about, would come together in the amazing world of wizards and Muggles alike.

I therefore think the screening of the second part Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is an event of a generation. We will hop on to platform nine and three quarters for the last time (and in my case, with a heavy heart). Along with the billowing smoke and the scarlet blur of the Hogwarts Express train speeding away, we shall send off the magical experiences of our childhood, waiting to be rediscovered.

And in between bouts of nostalgia, we live the lives outside the safe and guarded walls of the castle we know we could always go home to.

09 June 2011

Finally, a book and the sound of the rain

School will start next week and I finally realized that I have to make the most of the remaining days of my (non-existent) vacation. After all the trouble and work from my internship stint, I finally get to sleep late and bond with my pillows and bed as much as I want to.

I seriously miss the me who would rather choose to read a book until the wee hours of the night rather than go online and spend countless hours doing pointless things. I think the last book I read and was able to finish was "The Phantom of the Opera" which I re-read last January. Looking at the classic titles I bought last December, I finally grabbed "Little Women" and began reading the tale of Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy.

I read the book without any notion of Louisa May Alcott's writing style, or what the story is all about. I just knew it's a beloved classic so I didn't expect it to be such an easy read. Half of me was wary of how stereotypical the writer's portrayal of women was--domestic and fragile at times. Half of me, on the other hand, was elated at how good-natured the characters were. I think the charm of "Little Women" lies in its notion of everything being dainty and pastoral, the girls being cultured and independent... and a good dose of Teddy Laurence along the way. Haha.

It's been so long since I huddled up in bed and read a book until 4 in the morning listening to the gently pattering rain. It was genuine bliss.

I hope that with the coming (final and probably stressful) academic year, I would still get to read more books than I was able to in 2010.

31 May 2011

Good riddance?

Yesterday I was able to download my Friendster profile before the site closed today. Friendster is the first social network site I ever signed up for, and my stay there was probably the longest to date. I reckon that having an FS account is considered to be low-class during the last few years, and I myself had decided that it’s time to go when I couldn’t take how low-brow everything in the site seemed to be.

I signed up in 2005 when I was in high school, and the first message I received was from a former classmate in grade school. If that was not a good reason for joining, I don’t know what was. Friendster enabled me to get in touch with people I hadn’t seen in ages. It’s such a cliché, but I think we all have to start somewhere.

Some time after, Friendster’s system allowed the users to create and modify the designs of their respective profiles. The way every profile looked, which used to be uniform, therefore became as varied (and as crazy) as the personality of their owners. Some had their layout in all-black, some had huge glittery images as design, some had their font colors changed into neon shades. Most of these profiles then, if not all, became eyesore to me. People can be as wonky as their Friendster profiles and I cringed.

Then there’s the testimonials, statements given by “friends” posted on one’s profile describing the user. It was a good interaction activity then, in an ego-boosting sort of way. It enabled one to know how others perceive him/her, and posting testimonials was like a correspondence. Friendster then changed the purpose of the “testi,” and changed the term to “comments.” It was therefore not necessary to say something about the profile owner when one posts. Anything and everything was acceptable. It got on my nerve when people demanded testimonials/comments just so their profiles would have more posts. In the end, it became a popularity contest.

Like most of my online social networking phases (there would probably be around three), I joined because of my offline friends, and stayed because it benefitted me in more ways than one. Looking back then at the way the people typed, in sticky caps filled with unnecessary punctuations, at the fake profile accounts that sprouted, at the predominant attitude of the users trying to get noticed (through the bulletins, shoutouts, and poorly edited display pictures), the elitist in me regarded the site in disdain—much like what almost everybody did.

The reason that I stayed longer than I should have was because of the private group created for our high school class. The group served as a forum where we were able to talk and discuss under various topics—from the lamest ones such as counting to 100, 000 to asking the next poster questions about anything that tickled our fancy.

If you’ve just graduated from high school and parted ways with people you’ve been with for the past four emotional years of your life, you’d understand that virtual presence would mean so much more than just trying to “get in touch.”

Okay, what I’m really trying to say here is that Friendster probably meant more memories to me than what I care to admit. My profile was worth saving because it enables me to look back at those silly teenage years and know what were the things that made me tick during those days, or know who bothered to say hello and ask how I was.

The closest friend I had to date during college was a blockmate from my previous program. We rarely see each other now because I have moved colleges. With a certain pang of longing and nostalgia, I read her posts on my downloaded profile years after. And I then remember how fun being friends with her was, or how we agree on many things, or how we bother ourselves with the tiniest details of each other’s lives, or how we say we miss each other during sem breaks.

Does she long for those days, too? Was she able to save her profile as well? I definitely hope so.

It was such a pity I never got the chance to save the discussions in the private group for our high school class. It would have contained more memories we had let go since we all decided to leave Friendster for good, simply because it was an archive of how we communicated when we were still together and after we have parted ways. We most probably shared more stupid jokes and philosophical ponderings in it than we could ever realize. What’s more, there were photos in there, if I remember correctly. Such ridiculous and youthful acts, which I dare say are worth remembering both for fun and contemplation, were all contained inside a virtual place—a place we wouldn’t have the chance to visit anymore.

So I guess Friendster was considerate enough to allow users to obtain their profiles before shutting down. At least parts and parcels of memories were saved from the depths of oblivion.


EDIT: HAHAHAHA. Nagdrama pa ko, hanggang June 27 pa naman pala. I'd be sure to save the private group, then. :)

26 May 2011

My summer in a nut shell (sort of)

These past weeks had been interesting but not as much as I though it would be. For our internship, my classmate and I decided to apply at a digital media company, where one of our professors is Editor-in-Chief, because we hadn't heard from the other media companies we applied for online.

It is interesting because I got to go to a new place, meet a few new people. Furthermore, I finally got to travel by the train. On a daily basis. Even. During. The. Rush. Hour.

I also got to learn how the site's frontpage works. We were taught and made to package these stories that appear on the page. We were provided with laptops to use at the office. I even got to use a corporate email address. (I don't know if it's only me, but after I sent that mail containing interview questions, I was thrilled. There some sort of a sense of responsibilty and accountability because that mail contains not only my name but the company's as well.)

On the whole, I wished there had been more challenges. Sure, I got to be behind the scenes of the site's most prominent feature, but that was about it. I was expecting more legworks because the course I took under the company's EIC was one of the most challenging I've had as a journalism major, wherein we really had to go out and interview people, research intensively, and undergo some "workshop" in class as we presented our papers. If only he was the one to handle us trainees, things would have been different.

I wanted to see my name in the byline after genuinely pursuing a story, to be blunt about it. I got the chance to do the latter, but our names were not in the byline for some unknown reason. Either way, the event about which we wrote the story was the best experience I've had from this internship. We got to cover the press launch of the Jose Rizal Heritage Trail tourism campaign of the DOT. In celebration of the hero's 150th birthday on June 19, the DOT promotes the places in the country Rizal had been to. At the launch, which began at 8 a.m., I got to see (and pseudo-interview) the Tourism secretary.

We toured around the Rizal Park, Intramuros, and Paco Park. I think the best part was the special buffet where the guests were treated to the favorite dishes of Rizal, such as tuyo, tinola, pancit miki, adobo, and the famous tsokolate e. I think it's obvious that tsokolate e was my absolute favorite. Afterwards, we had to hurry back to the office to write the story because it will be uploaded that same afternoon. I'm so glad my co-intern and I decided to go. It was a taste of what real practice of reporting is, I think.

That's what my summer was about, more or less. And a few new films I watched, here and there. I am frustrated that I haven't got to read new books at all though.

And oh, before I forget--belated happy birthday to my ultimate favorite J-actress in the whole wide world no matter what my officemate says: Juri! <33

29 April 2011

Some of the remarkable films I have seen lately

So many things have happened, mostly school stuff, and I haven't been able to write down something sensible in a while. (Or have I ever? Haha.) Most are doodles and scribbles on Yuuta, my planner. So aside from worrying about where to intern this summer, I have been watching some films that have been on my list for so long already.

The Case of Itaewon Homicide (2009)
[이태원 살인사건/  Itaewon Salinsageon ]
© 2009/David Cho, et. al/Dir. Hong Ki-sun/Itaewon Salinsageon Film Partners
Starring Jang Geun-Seuk as Arthur Patterson, one of the two suspects in the murder of a college student in a burger joint at Itaewon, The Case of Itaewon Homicide was based on a true story following the gritty trial of the mysterious case that remains unsolved to this day. 


The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (2006)
[時をかける少女/ Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo]
© 2006/Madhouse Studio/Dir. Mamoru Hosoda/Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo Film Partners
This animated science-fiction film stars Naka Riisa as the voice of the female lead Makoto Konno, a high school student who suddenly discovered the ability to go back through time. The film features Makoto's coming-of-age and friendship with her two friends Chiaki Mamiya (Takuya Ishida) and Kosuke Tsuda (Mitsutaka Itakura).  

Raise the Red Lantern (1991) 
[大红灯笼高高挂/ Dà Hóng Dēnglóng Gāogāo Guà]
© 1991/Hou Hsiao-hsien, et. al/Dir. Zhang Yimou/Raise the Red Lantern Film Partners
A young woman, Songlian (Gong Li) decides to become the fourth mistress of a wealthy man because of poverty. She then went to live in her new patron's residence along with the man's other wives. Vying for their husband's attention, the first wife and the now three concubines struggle to live through their entwined lives and miseries.


First Love/ A Crazy Little Thing Called Love (2010) 
[สิ่งเล็กเล็ก ที่เรียกว่า..รัก/ Sing leklek Tee reak wa... Rak]
© 2010/ Somsak Tejcharattanaprasert/ Dir. Puttipong Pormsaka Na-Sakonnakorn and Wasin Pokpong/ First Love Film Partners

This Thai romantic comedy is a coming of age film featuring Mario Maurer and Baifern Pimchanok. A typical teenybopper plot-wise, the story revolves around the affection of the "average" Nam (Pimchanok) for the popular Shone (Maurer), one year her senior. In time, the crush developed into love that carried on through years. First Love is wise and funny, nostalgic and visually-appealing. No wonder it became such a hit among the young viewers.


The Love of Siam (2007)
[รักแห่งสยาม/ Rak Haeng Sayam]

This Thai film is a three-hour multilayered family romance-drama. Starring Witwisit Hiranyawongkul (Mew) and Mario Maurer (Tong), the story revolves around the friendship and romance between the two teenage boys, and the lives of their respective family members and friends.

I can't seem to listen to other songs other than this one from the movie. This has been recommended to me a long time ago and it's definitely worth the accolades it received. The Love of Siam is both tragic and triumphant, poignant and truly heartrending.