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September 17, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Writing inspiration? Pwede kapag in-love, o kaya broken-hearted. Kapag may napakasayang event sa life, o kaya matinding kalungkutan. Pero isa lang ang masasabi ko din. Kung gusto mo magsulat, makakapagsulat ka. Totoo yan. Dahil sa ngayon, kahit may inspirasyon ako, wala akong gana magsulat. Walang ibang excuse. Bow.

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That’s Amore

September 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment

(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here’s what they say)

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantellaWhen the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore
(When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
(When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That’s amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That’s amore
Lucky fella
(When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That’s amore
(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That’s amore, (amore)
That’s amore

* image from www.hypnotherapyhelper.com via Google Images

Ah, love… L’amour… Amore… Pag-ibig…

It comes in many forms, shapes and sizes, different times, different situations, different locations. But a lot of times, the woes of a person, especially a young person, is centered on asking for the romantic kind of love from the member of the opposite (or, for some, the same) sex. That happiness and the feeling of being fulfilled in life are anchored on the constant and loving presence of another person. Without the one providing the love angle, the poor waiting individual has become a sad sight for the more wise.

I am not really a wise person. Neither am I a cynic. Nor sourgraping over anything. I’d had my share of hankering for love. Yes, from someone of the opposite sex. I’d wished and dreamed of a happy relationship. A fulfilling one where he and I could live content, notwithstanding the built-in hardships that go with having a relationship, together for the rest of our lives.

However, life had other plans. And those other plans taught me that a committed romantic relationship, though admittedly could very well be satisfying and fulfilling, is not the only happiness. It’s not the only reason I can feel alive.

I live and breathe, do I not? I wake up everyday, have food on my table, things and stuff to enjoy. I have family and friends and they love me and care for me. So what if I have no significant other? Life goes on.

I wish I could hug every young person who thinks he/she is unloved just because there is no romance in his/her life. I wish I could make each of them feel that they each are worth a lot as a person. As an individual.

Nasaan ka na, pag-ibig?

I’d read this status update from someone somewhere. To this I can only say, Matuto ka munang magmahal. Saka ka mahahanap ng pag-ibig. (Learn to love. Only then can love find you.)

Cheers!

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Sound of Silence

September 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment

* image from www.tumblr.com via Google Images

hindi ako naninikis
hindi ako nagtatampo
ang pananahimik ko ay
hindi dahil ayaw kitang kumustahin
kung may pinagdaraanan kang kung ano

naghihintay lang ako

gusto ko lang maramdaman
pagkalipas ng maraming beses
na ipinakita at ipinadama ko sa iyo
na narito lang ako,
na parating narito lang ako,
gusto ko lang maramdaman
na alam mo iyon
at kahit kailan
pwede ka sa akin tumakbo

(c) jsg/edithjoaquin

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Movie Review: Erik Matti’s On The Job

September 10, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I am not a fan of Filipino-made films or television programs. Blame it on my colonial upbringing. See, I grew up being kept away from Filipino/Tagalog stuff (mostly reading materials and TV programs) because one, my parents wanted me to learn to speak English. They lavished me with English books and I could watch TV only for American-made shows. Two, they kinda thought many Filipino/Tagalog-made stuff were not ideal for a kid to be exposed to. Yeah, you can call us snobs but my parents meant well.

It’s only as of late (meaning just within the last eight years) that I have learned to patronize (though I do not always end up appreciating) Filipino films (I think it will take so much longer for me to want to be involved with those telenovelas). Why only recently? Because previous to that, when I did begin to watch them, I would almost always only get irritated at how unrealistic and contrived the plot twists are, and how bad the acting was 80% of the time.

Still, I went to see them. Especially since my friends instigated we enjoy a filmfest outing every December. Over time, yes, I do see improvements. Some have also become exceptional. And being such a snob, trust me when I say I think On The Job was a great movie.

* official movie poster image from clickthecity.com via Google Images

I will not give a blow-by-blow analysis of the film’s production and aesthetic values. I am not equipped with the proper academics to thresh these out. But I will emphasize how much I enjoyed watching it and that I wasn’t compelled to grimace every few minutes because of some inconsistency in facts or in acting or whatever. I actually felt the movie was very real in its portrayal of a Filipino’s life in many aspects – how he deals with himself and the society, how society regards him, how one’s life, no matter how hard one tries to be in control, ends up in the hands of someone more powerful and more cunning. And that more often than not, we are but puppets especially if we hold no high government position with the equally high financial assets.

* pic lifted from www.philstar.com via Google Images

This review by Filipino director, writer, actor Dennis N. Marasigan, which I have read before I wrote this entry, puts down the points more eloquently.

I am not sure if many of you will agree with me if and when you get to see the movie. Each has his own preference and taste when it comes to these things, yes? But well, I maintain this movie is worth watching. The issues the story raises are worth noting. Another review on Click the City will support my stand.

Kudos to director Erik Matti, who co-wrote the screenplay together with Michiko Yamamoto. Kudos to the cast – Joel Torre, Gerald Anderson, Joey Marquez, Piolo Pascual, et al – and the production team who made this possible. I understand now how OTJ drew rave reviews in Cannes earlier this year, and that there are American producers, including Tom Cruise and Mark Wahlberg who are interested in the remake of the film for Hollywood release.

To the Filipino film making industry, more like these, please! 🙂

Oh, and here’s the trailer. Watch…

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when i grow up, i want to be…

September 8, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I had a simple dream when I was young – to be famous. How? I would be a singer. I had a good voice (I still do) and I loved to perform. As a child, I’d be asked by my mom, or my grandmother, to sing to impress their amigas. I’d oblige without batting an eyelash. My brother and I would play a cassette (yes, I know, it’s been that long), stand on a bench each, and pretend we held mics as we sang along to the music of ABBA. And we didn’t just sing, We actually imagined we had an audience. Thousands of them whom we would wave to and blow kisses to.

Me at the 40th Anniversary Concert of the Philippine Educational Theater Association, 2007

So yes, my dream then was to be a famous singer. I saw myself being interviewed on TV, being ogled at by young aspiring singers. I would talk about my struggles hoping to inspire others to strive for their dreams. Then I’d sign autographs, smile for photo ops, shake hands, offer my cheek to be kissed and the icing on the cake? Get me a super cutie guy for a boyfriend so I would be the envy of more girls aside from them wishing they could sing like me. Har har!

It’s been a long time since I was 12, and I didn’t become a famous singer. However, I did get my dream to become (somewhat) famous – as a novelist. And if I were to put myself in the shoes of my 12-year old self, I believe I’d be happy about me still.


*  I follow this FB page – Writers Write Company. I find they post the most interesting, most helpful tips and inspiring quotes. 

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