♥ Tuesday, March 21, 2006 ♥

again and again.

Hello, guys. I've moved out - again. Here's my new place.

♥ Tuesday, March 14, 2006 ♥

take me to that mountain and let me fall in love.

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I just love this poster! [sana makadekwat ako ng isa sa mga pader sa diliman] A picture indeed paints a thousand words. Image hosting by Photobucket Don't you just want to kiss 'em? [ampf! fahfah Jake!!!]
I've watched Brokeback Mountain earlier this morning [mga 9 am] so I could say that it was one of my first thoughts this day. We watched it in our film genre class after watching one of [the famous] Wongkar Wai films - The Hand. I've actually been dying to watch it especially when I heard that it wasn't supposed to be shown here in the Philippines [hehehe. Lalong naging kontrobersyal]. Besides it's undeniable uber-flowing publicity, what urged me more to watch this film is the mere thought that it's a Western film and at the same time a love story of two male homosexuals. I mean, considering that it's a Western, it is needless to say that it is assumed to be having those icons usually found in Western films - aside from the horses and the vast landscapes of course. Western films usually talk about the conservative characteristics of an ideal American hero - he should save the Wild Wild West from the deadly influence of modernization, he is above most men which makes him a demi-god as well, he shouldn't settle down because his main purpose in life is just that - to defend the West. Of course, above anything else, this American hero is a male - a male heterosexual to be specific. This is the mere reason why Brokeback Mountain became such a sensation. It's not just because it's about homosexuals but mostly because it's about the American culture. It's like redefining the culture itself, adding some new twists and spices to it - adding another truth to it. But most of all, it's actually questioning the myth behind the American culture and life that makes it so controversial. Well, I basically like the film [so much]. I admire the musical score, the cinematography, the screenplay, the directing and the acting and the actors of course [!!!]. I so so love Jake Gyllenhaal [He's so cute aside from the silly fact that he reminds me of Woody - as in Woody the toy in Toy Story. hehe. Won't you agree?]. I love the pacing of the film. There's just this mellow, feminine-like, emo touch to it. I think it has a lot to do with the music and the cinematography. I mean, although it depicts men as the main characters, still the way the story unfolds has this not-so-masculine effect. The scenes are serene and deep and it seems like they are captured in a moment beyond eternity [nakaks!]. It is opposed to the usually masculine type of execution which is rugged, fast-paced and roller-coaster-like. I love all the characters, actually. I love the characters of Jack Twist [Jake Gyllenhaal] and Ennis Del Mar [I so so love this name. it sounds gorgeous and sexy. hehe] [Heath Ledger]. I love the characters of Alma [Michelle Williams] and Lureen [Anne Hathaway]. And speaking of Anne Hathaway, does she really play characters like this? I mean, I didn't expect that she could go far from her Princess-Diaries-image by exposuring her breasts for 2 seconds [or is it three? hehe just kidding. I didn't count it of course]. I also love the place and to tell you honestly, I wasn't even convinced at first that the clouds there are really real clouds. I mean, they are just so...heavenly!!! May ganun pala kagandang langit at clouds? ampff! hypnotizing!!! Going further, my favorite scenes there would first be the one where they first saw each other after 4 long years. Their acting there felt so sooo.. realistic! I felt the craving, the longing and the sexual tension. It is also my favorite because that's the scene where Alma knew that Ennis, her husband, is in fact gay. The scene is just so powerful and heartbreaking to the point that you no longer need words to explain what's going on. My second favorite would be the scene where Jack and Ennis are fighting in Brokeback Mountain. They are fighting over what they would do now to with their relationship ["Now, all we have is this Brokeback Mountain!"]. I felt the emo-ness of the scene. I felt them. I just knew how important their relationship - and each other - is to them when Ennis broke down and cried. Then last but not the least, I love the scene where Ennis went down on his knees and cried after he and Jack went on their separate ways right after they went back from Brokeback Mountain [There's just something about the way he cries. hmm...I could melt...maybe it's the way he speaks when he cries and when he doesn't. Wala kasing pagbabago!!! hehe. Kinakain nya yung salita niya, wala tuloy akong maintindihan. Buti na lang magaling siyang umarte. Ay! ay! ay! ngayon inookray ko na siya. Stop it na.]. That particular scene just broke my heart [again]. I could feel the passion and the hopelessness, the regret and the confusion that he felt [all at the same time]. Finally, talking about the ending, I think it's [obviously] tragic butrealistic at the same time. Not because I only measure the realism of a film [or any story, love story to be specific] based on it's tragic ending. It's just that the ending feels tragic and happy, open-ended and not at the same time. Although it didn't end the way they wanted it to, although they aren't able to be with each other for their entire lives, still their love for each other survived the inevitable ruling power of time. They still loved [and they will always love] each other and the power of their love doesn't need present time, space and togetherness for it to last. Most of all, the ending feels like it is the only suitable, possible happy ending for them regarding the kind of society and reality they are living in. The film is such a success because of all the factors that contributed to it: cinematography, sound, directing, screenplay... blah blah. But I think, the film would not have the same success if it wasn't for the two leading actors. I mean, it's just so entertaining to watch and as a viewer, it would be a lot easier for you to symphatize with them because both of them are really damn goodlooking [!!!] [Not that I mean any prejudice to the not-so-goodlooking people]. Honestly, I am not shocked anymore to watch films like this [except maybe the porn types]. I already have watched a few homosexual love stories before and I also fell in love with them the way I fell in love with the films depicting the heterosexuals. Actually, I must say that films like this should be handled very carefully, for if not, the [of course conservative] public viewers would still not be able to really understand the truth behind things like this - things like homosexual relationships. The media is very powerful in shaping the minds of the people that's why it is only important to entrust these kinds of issues to the right and capable hands. One more thing before I end this lengthy [but hopefully not boring] entry, I just hope that people will grasp the message of films like this after they've watched it. I just hope that they don't just consider it as a plain, flat piece of entertainment - seeing two gorgeous guys making out and all that stuffs -but instead something to ponder on. Also, I hope that the mainstream film industry would not just give importance [and interest] to the male-homosexual-kind-of-life but also to the female homosexuals as well. It's because I think that although we have come a long way in discussing, understanding and accepting things like this about sexuality, still it is mostly the male homosexual who is being given the spotlight. I think the lesbian community [and the female community in general] is still being ignored. The patriarchy still rules even in times of what we call sexual liberation. Anyway, two thumbs [gusto mo kasama pa toes eh] for this film. No wonder why it won so many awards. But still, I think Crash won as Best Picture because of the social relevance of its content [though I'm not saying that the content of Brokeback is not socially relevant] and maybe, they're still conservative after all. Maybe they're still not willing to give such a prestigious award to a film depicting homosexuality. . . .Well, maybe lang naman. . .

♥ Saturday, March 11, 2006 ♥

in the middle of such rush

torn expectations I am not really cynical but I think I am slowly starting to become one. I just realized that most people do not really deserve to be treated nicely. Most people do not deserve that straight-from-the-bottom-of-my-heart kind treatment. They just do not. Perhaps this is the reason why I often feel messed up, used or anything of that sort. I usually trust people - all people - easily. I've always believed in the good nature of humans. But not anymore. I think I've already had enough of that Ms. Nice type of person. I guess, I've always been so nice [too nice] to people regardless of my relationship with them. I've been so kind to them without even thinking if they deserve such kindness. I'm not saying though that I am Ms. Perfect, Ms. Down To Earth or Ms. Mother Theresa-like. It's just that I hope people would have this interpersonal wisdom in them. You know, knowing how to treat other human beings the right way [I mean based on the already affirmed rules of our society]. I just realized that really most people are just rude, selfish and greedy. They will just piss you off, spoil you and use you. a good push Like what I told my friend Bambina, I am recreating my life now. I am cleaning up the mess [favorite word?]. I am starting to refreshen the relationships that I've had left aging in the old treasure box of wonders. I'm starting to communicate again to my friends - of every kind [How helpful Frienster could really be in times like this]. The happy part is that some of them are actually responding to my messages. However, no matter how much effort I make, some of them just do not even bother to say hello or hi to me [Of course I know. I saw that they've logged on within 24 hours! =b]. Well, I can't possibly blame them since some of them haven't actually been that close to me. I'm just hoping that maybe, we could start again and this time maybe we could deepen our friendship. I have a feeling that it's really during times like this that you will be able to know who your real friends are. Anyway, as far as I'm concern I'm feeling good about what I have done. It's really never too late to learn and realize things. I just hope that my communication with them would go on . . . forever [cheesy? well, sige medyo] and ever and ever. mama ... is just the best!!! I so so sooooo love her!

♥ Wednesday, March 01, 2006 ♥

this night, I'd be sleeping in needles again.

In the middle of one of the most important events of my life, someone so dear to me is leaving. He is leaving tomorrow at 5 am. Before the dark sky gives way to the light. Before the sun takes me to a new dimension. This is the reason why I am playing The Bitch again. I'm consistently ignoring and annoying him just to hide what I really feel. I know I couldn't do anything to make him stay and I'm not planning to make him stay either. That would be stupid. Although I know that he's coming back again after a year or two [hey, he's been doing this for more than ten years already], I still cannot get used to the emotions every time he leaves. Actually, it's the thought that I have to get used to the pain of watching him come and go that hurts more. It's the fact that I have to go on like this for as long as I have to that swells great. It's the thought that these things are so beyond my control that breaks my heart even more.

I've always been thrilled by the idea of change. But deep inside this ambivalence also kills me. The truth is, if I can fight the same change that thrills me tooth and nail, I will. And the same thrill that the change brought about by parting ways causes me the same heartaches and nightmares.

I guess I’ve just been so traumatized living a life of desertion. When I was a kid, I remember my mom leaving me during Mondays in my grandma’s house. She would leave me there and fetch me up again when Friday comes. We had to go on living with that kind of routine because of the financial circumstances that we were in. My parents didn’t have enough money then to send me to school everyday and since my school was just a few steps away from my grandma’s house, they had no better option but to let me live there for 5 days. I could still see myself crying every time my mom would leave me there at the gate of my grandma’s house. The scene had always been like that. I would hug my mom and cry my heart and brains out until my eyes swell. The same thing goes every Friday when she comes to fetch me up again. I would cry as well, but this time it’s because I don’t want to leave my grandma’s house anymore. I become so used with my aunts, cousin and grandma that even the thought of me leaving them drives me f****** sad. I always missed my mom during Mondays and missed my aunts, cousin and grandma during Fridays. I tell you, the feeling was really hell. Absolutely torturing. I had to cope up with that kind of set-up for years.

On the other hand, during Christmas Eve, when my parents, sibs and I would spend the occasion at my grandma’s house, I would never dare to sleep. I wouldn’t even try to close my eyes although I was already so tired and sleepy because I was afraid that they might leave me there and never come back. I had always been afraid of being left behind. I always had this feeling that anytime they could just leave me there without buts and whys.

I couldn't also forget those times when those other people that I've loved left me; my former bestfriend/s [all of my bestfriends left me], my could-have-been- Mr. Right, that bunch of lovable angels, my ex-living diary and all those people that I've loved so dearly. Most of them didn't actually have any idea on how I treasured them. I bet, they probably wouldn't even imagine the damage they had caused me, that is, if ever they realized that they caused me any damage.

But of course I do not blame them. I do not blame my parents. I never blamed them because looking back, it’s really clear that what they did was actually the only good option that they had. I know they also didn’t want things to turn out that way but they had no other choice. It must be equally [or more] painful to them especially my mom. Neither do I blame those other people that I've mentioned. Perhaps, we just had to move apart in order for us to grow.

But now every time I face moments like this, every time I’m in the verge of being left behind, I cannot help but to entertain these kinds of thoughts. I’ve always wanted the people I love to stay with me and no matter how silly it may become at times, I always try hard [I really do] to make them stay. I’m not afraid of being alone. I don’t feel sad in my solitude. What I am afraid is that people will leave me even though it’s obvious that I did everything to make them stay; even though it's obvious that they cannot even give me just one good reason for them to leave. I've always believed in the idea that everything is possible - even forever. I always had this notion that I could embrace time and define it in my own words. I always had faith that I can hold on to anything for as long as I want to; as long as the essence and the feelings are there. I always thought that I could make all of my relationships last...

But I don't know. I just don't know. I can't help but to feel this way. Sometimes I wonder why things have to turn out so painful or why do I have to be this feeling. Perhaps, if I am not this sentimental and emotional, perhaps I would not be bleeding like this. Perhaps, I wouldn't have to deal with this feeling of torture over and over again.

I'm afraid this is going to be a long and stressful night.

anyway

Mary Jane, Leni, Maan, Sean, Albert, Emma and Steen [the characters in my screenplay] would be sleeping with me tonight. I've actually been burning their stories in my head lately and I am starting to see them pop out from the page. I can hear them. I can feel them. They even travel with me on my way to school everyday.

I could even imagine the last sequence where Mary Jane's eyes reflect the fires of hell while her tears fall down effortlessly. It may sound weird I know, but it actually made me cry. As in crrryyyy. Real tears.

Oh, how I loooove writing. =)

final segway

This guy downstairs [age: 40 something] really sings well. Damn, his voice is so hothothot! I haven't actually heard someone sing this good. Well wala lang, thank you naman sa kanya for making my night a little worth remembering despite all these painful thoughts.