Monthly Archives: December 2008
For Gregorian followers, New Year’s Day could be one of the most intriguing seasons of the year. Not that it’s a season actually- it’s just a mere eve prolonged and exaggerated by emergency room escapades due to the fireworks which could really be harmful to the appendages. (I actually remember a high school friend of mine who did a text brigade just last Christmas which somehow read like, “Ingat sa mga paputok. Mahirap mag-DOTA nang hind buo ang mga daliri“). Think that the first minutes of the first month of the year could easily translate to the first weird moments with the first buddies and rivals you meet on the first days of the year. The people surrounding you might have grown from their worn-out fashion statements, hair color and cuts, colors of their contact lenses and their pockmarks gone. But the most exciting intrigue would be if their attitude (In the tier of their respective outlooks in life) has indeed changed. Bring in the meja de noche.
I have to thank how the celebration calls for the ubiquitous slogan of Obama. The thing that never changes, or course. Change. And more exactly, changing for the better. ( Read more… )
If you attempt to make a movie that’ll attempt to drive your “nationalistic” senses of cinema away, put out a gazillion cast, spend on horrific special effects, and brainstorm some corny jokes, and officially, you are ready to go. Tony Y. Reyes’s Iskul Bukol… 20 Years After is an exceptional model in that spectrum of nutty movies.
My apologies to the Iskul Bukol patriots but in reality, I never watched an episode of it. Hello, I was born in the nineties. I had to explore the net to be familiar of it anyway. I couldn’t ask senior relatives of mine about it, coz maybe they’d strangle me the moment I would blurt that the movie version was… trash. ( You know you don’t love them )
I was hanging out with a really few of my high school pack yesterday to commemorate our nth plaza dawdling. I mean, if you live in Metro Vigan, you have absolutely no choice where to roam around with sufficient civilization but around the sanitary plazas. I could recall a priest who once spoke that the city was most remembered with “horse shits.” Lol. I’m cool with the place; it’s so packed with tourists every time, which does not necessarily mean that I especially eye on them. Anyway…
So we were kinda bored with each other, and the walking part was almost a ritual, hence we tackled on more serious topics like seeing ourselves in five or more years. That is mainly because, Keneth who was with us already finished Southville school and way ahead of us. The only thing that has been keeping him “busy” is waiting for fresh episodes of Heroes, How I Met Your Mother, and the likes. The greater we feel envious on him, the more he narrates how he feels lonely and alienated now that his student life is over. [View Pics Here]
The friends, the professors, the daily commuting, the morons who pass by you, yeah, if you put it that way, I’d say that I would totally miss school later.
But of course, being successful with your own earned money on your easy disposal is another charming matter to get by graduation. It would be a surreal feeling of independence and bachelorhood.
And ultimately, if I already had earned BIG BIG BIG BIG enough, independent enough, and a bachelor, I would really like to spend some time to fulfill my lovely escapade. I would like me to be in a foreign city, with no South and West Asians (sorry, I’m a racist!), where the night is slightly more felt than the day. I’d be living in a huge hotel, and my suite would be practically passable for a self-hosted party. I’d be in my goody-goody jacket, T-shirt, shorts, and shoes: A “preppy-beach” attire. But I dislike the oceanic ambiance, so I’d prefer a city one wherein the noise and light polluton never ceased, and me in a city that never sleeps. I’d be just walking around appreciating the smooth traffic and the coffe sips I occasionally take. You know, the independence attained and me walking around the city buying what I want, satisfying my black hole-like tummy, attempting to look good, and all. And it’ll be funny if I’d be friends with fellow “tourists.” And I’d be having a state-of-the-art digital SLR. And like, there’d be no goons on the street. And that would be totally cool, you know. Hey, what’s your ideal escapade?