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Friday, July 30, 2004 545 GUESS WHAT THIS IS:
==== this is you. on an mrt. on a supposedly normal wednesday afternoon. when a skinny boy in his pre-puberty years dances shake your bonbon in front of you while you are peacefully reading your own book. you're not supposed to smile, this might make the skinny boy an his group think that you are fine with what they are doing. you can't just ignore them. hell no. but you can't just slash his head off, too many witnesses. including the skinny gay boy's rowdy high school friends. too much time will be wasted in eliminating all key witnesses. definitely not worth blowing your cover. 70 demerits given to these puny earthlings. with all due respect, i suggest to the council that we conquer this planet earth immediately, and start the forced civilization process as soon as possible. (and oh, spare the turtles and poodles and goldfishies, if i may suggest.) posted by moonbeam at July 30, 2004 04:33 | link | comments (3)
Monday, July 26, 2004 544 are you familiar with these glitch-in-time movies? movies about two characters, one from the present and one from the past who magically communicate with each other via ham radio/mail box/ cell phone/etc? i've seen some recently and i really really love that somewhat predictable but nonetheless poignant scene wherein these two characters from different times finally meet, and only one of them knows the other. that particular shot where the character who recognizes the other person looks straight into her eyes, then slowly turning away upon realizing that her eyes show that everything in her is still devoid of any thought of his existence. yes, all done in slo mo and with matching supermelodramatic music. that is soooooooo familiar. ------ when i really think about it, i am never totally honest with any of my friends. i have this fear of vulnerability. i have this habit of keeping some details to myself. to the extent that when i die tonight, perhaps no one would really really know the whole story about this or that. It would take so much effort for my friends to pitch in about what they know about me to have at least a decent picture of what really was my story. i'm sleepy already. have you tried funtastick? tastes very much like jollibee's longganisa. i like it. i thought pimples have given up on me already. it just took some rush-hour EDSA air to wake some of them up. i'm sleepy already. i want a digital cam. and the soundtrack of Twister. i'msleepy. posted by moonbeam at July 26, 2004 03:17 | link | comments (3)
543 Aquarium movies. from this day forward i call them aquarium movies. these films that have enough breathing space; those that you can fill with your own thoughts and feelings. An aquarium movie has a world of its own -a world that does not exist merely because of the story. And yes, i can explore them, very much like my gold fishies explore our aquarium. a limited but nonetheless colorful world. Ah, i suck at making movie reviews. Anyway, here are a few of my aquarium movies; you might want to watch these whenever u come across these titles whenever wherever:
One Fine Spring Day Jin-Ho Hur Il Mare (Hyun-Seung Lee) All the Real Girls David Gordon Green Ratcatcher Lynne Ramsay Lost in Translation Sofia Coppola ===== One day, i myself will make an aquarium movie. sad to say, my Wong KarWai phase is now finally over. No more almost-autobiographical VO's. Enough of those i-cant-let-go-of-my-loved-one-who've-already-forgotten-me characters. Kzzzhhht. Moonbeam now entering mute introspection stage. Kzzzhhht. One day i will make an aquarium movie with scenes like that of a heavy-hearted man having long walks under heavy rain, with vehicles stranded all over the street, with occasional rain-soaked elementary students running playfully past him, and you wont be able to tell if this man is crying or it's just raindrops sliding his face. or was he smiling? that kind of scenes. ah i would love to take that walk. ha come join me. ==== and for the funniest movie ever.... he'll tell you of the most effective way to get a free ride from strangers. posted by moonbeam at July 26, 2004 03:00 | link | comments (3)
Sunday, July 25, 2004 542 i am a regular geek trying hard not to be one. posted by moonbeam at July 25, 2004 01:47 | link | comments (1)
Thursday, July 22, 2004 541
what i always saw on lazy afternoons as a freshman posted by moonbeam at July 22, 2004 03:54 | link | comments (1)
Wednesday, July 21, 2004 540 Dear Wawel of the future, When you look back at the time you wrote this blog entry, what are you thinking of? Choose from the following: a.) Yes Wawel of 2004, that's good. You're on the right track. Just be patient. b.) Prepare yourself, Wawel of 2004. You're in for a very big surprise. c.) What the @##%$ are you doing!? Move your ass, man!! Come on!!! you @#$@&*$ you!!! - Wawel of 2004. ==== Dear Wawel of 1990, (background noise: street children cheering wawel of 1990) HEY!!! what the @#@$$# do you think you're doing!!? don't eat that shrimp!! you of all people should know that you really are already allergic to shrimp! don't listen to them, you stupid brat!! it's not them who'll have an asthma attack later!! ah you'll definitely suffer from that! hey!! HEY!!? are you listening to me ! ! ? *gulp* ahhh!! i give up! you'll pay for this i'm telling you. you'll pay for this. (pffft*) - Wawel of 2004 *sound of a ventolin inhaler puff posted by moonbeam at July 21, 2004 02:54 | link | comments (3)
539
i played table tennis with my father last sunday. we had our regular sports fest in church and for the first time my father participated. No, he did not beat me. well i myself am a bit of a lousy player, but we can finish the usual amateur routine of completing the alphabet without a sweat. yep, that kind of level. oh, and the point here is, i only knew last sunday that my father used to be a table tennis player back in his high school days. and i realized i really barely know him. don't get me wrong. my father never left us. my earliest memories of him were those routine bicycle trips to Retiro, along those grassy pathways in front of Mercury Drug. Yes, that lonely playground a stone's throw away from Jonah's. i was around five or six years old then. he was a hardworking employee. perhaps he once dreamt of other things, but he gave them up and instead decided that he should pave the way for our dreams. we had the stereotypical everyday scenario of him leaving early in the morning and coming home late at night dead tired or coming home past midnight drunk. perhaps a 5-minuter quarrel with my mother before really going to bed. that was my picture of my father that i kept as a child. several years later we almost lost him when he was diagnosed with an enlargement of the heart. his health failed him. then the miracle occured when a day or two before the operation his heart returned to its normal size. we almost lost him again recently when he suddenly stopped taking steroids (yes, he was taking steroids ever since, even before he got married). perhaps you've heard about the effects when you suddenly stop taking them after a long time. the whole body wilting. muscles sagging, general weakness, etc. and now he's slowly recovering. whenever we hold the 'golden past' conversations after dinner, my father usually recounts stories of his childhood, but i've never heard him tell stories of him as a teenager. perhaps now that he has already retired from work, and i'm pretty much able to stay home most of the time, maybe i could really get to know him more. 538 earlier this morning while i was on my way to a meeting a stout kid in his underwear ran out from a gate and grabbed on to my right leg, laughing. he was perhaps 5 or 6 years old. he was laughing all that time, until (perhaps) his mother called him in again. guess who was freaked out. posted by moonbeam at July 21, 2004 02:23 | link | comments (1)
Tuesday, July 20, 2004 537 I've just seen Twister again on tv and i fell in love with Helen Hunt's
*sigh* posted by moonbeam at July 20, 2004 05:25 | link | comments (1)
Friday, July 16, 2004 536
the colorful clowns said, come play with us.
ok go hide,
damn daily routine.
posted by moonbeam at July 16, 2004 03:57 | link | comments (6)
Monday, July 12, 2004 535
There are times when i wish that i could just reinvent myself. Change the way i speak, the way i act, the things i do - even for a moment. To be in someone else's shoes. To feel how it is like to be this type of guy or that type of guy. To fit someone's standards. To actually blend in. But then again, i'm scared that if ever i get such chance, the day might come when i won't be able to tell which is the real me and the me that i made up just to fit someone's standards. I might really get confused as to whether i really pretended to be someone, or i just let out those parts of me that i've kept hidden for so long. Perhaps i've only been pretending to be this harmless nice creature all my life and i was really born a monster. monster. (where did that come from?) ah i'm confused already. posted by moonbeam at July 12, 2004 03:49 | link | comments (7)
Sunday, July 11, 2004 534
Sometimes to do what is right you have to sacrifice even your dreams. -Aunt May The dilemma we are all too familiar with. Perhaps each of us has that chapter in our lives when we are called to give up our own Isaacs. Even your dreams, my son. Even your dreams. And once again, hearts shatter. Sometimes, I find it really hard to believe that there is still land beyond those mountains we call dreams. Fumbling his confidence
We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside
Spiderman2 OST funny how even pop cinema and music reek of that innate need for something more. To be unsatisfied with the way things already are; to always long for the way things are meant to be. Hey I’m not a spiderman geek ok.
Thursday, July 08, 2004 533 this is just what i need during editing crunch times. give me one please... Panic Button
Quite possibly the most important key on your keyboard! Though not just for computers, the Panic Button is a vital - if somewhat pointless - addition to everyone's desk. It doesn't do anything of course, but you feel a lot better having a button to stab at when everything goes to pot. Stick it on your keyboard, your dashboard, possibly even your ironing board, and get instant relief from life's little emergencies. posted by moonbeam at July 08, 2004 02:49 | link | comments (6)
Tuesday, July 06, 2004 532 sing-a-song yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead; yesterday is a promise that you've broken. don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes. this is your life and today is all you've got now. yeah, and today is all you'll ever have. don't close your eyes - this is your life, by switchfoot Lord, please help me remove mediocrity in everything i do. don't let me settle for the second best. help me realize that i, as one Your children, am capable. and that You have a wonderful plan ahead of me. if only i would trust that You, in spite of all that has happened, are still in control . if only i would trust. amen. posted by moonbeam at July 06, 2004 01:17 | link | comments (2)
Saturday, July 03, 2004 531 moonbeam's post number 531 is dedicated to marlon brando. posted by moonbeam at July 03, 2004 02:16 | link | comments (4)
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