Friday, 30 June 2006
GODOT, WER IS U?
I had the rare (and free!) chance to watch Tanghalang Pilipino and the French government's offering of Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot. The Filipino version of the classic play is titled " Godot, Wer is U?" And it was directed by Alain Timar. I heard of him before when Frenchy was still in Manila. He helped him stage a French monologue in UP Diliman that only them well- learned francophiles appreciated. I heard that term 'francophile' in the Ms. Earth beauty pageant relating to somebody who adores French culture. It sounds so negative, like a pedophile.
Frenchy once told me that people of the arts and other so called artists in Paris pee much higher than the ordinary human being. But of course, they're artists. And fuck. They're from Paris. All the more understood on their sense of self. Here in Manille is actually of the same lot but let's not go into that.
But this one is in Filipino and set on a railway like in Home along Da riles. I hadn't caught the names of the 2 main characters but in the original version the names are Vladimir and Estragon. Oh the play is just about waiting exactly for Godot. Sounds so super kewl and so bohemian ha.
And why not, 2 people tackle things of not so great importance. They think about hanging themselves to a tree while waiting for Godot but chose not to because it would break and all other trivial stuff. Then comes Potso and his far-out assistant Lucky who is tied on a rope. As if an arrival of new characters would thicken the plot, i suddenly got confused on the point of the 2 characters's existence. And the play has 2 acts. Then the second act becomes a bit surreal in the passage of time. Who remembers who? Suddenly some of the characters didn't remember what happened yesterday or somebody else was lost in the time lapse.
Ok. We never took this piece of literature during college that's why I am so baffled. Yes, baffled. I don't know, i guess i am not into deeper sort of things. Can somebody explain this 2nd act where Vladimir was the only one who remembered?
On the social side, this play is a target of shitheap on a festering culture. The Filipino version is just so filipino. More like a Juan Tamad in full blown proportions and follow thru points. Yes, we are always waiting. Who is Godot anyway. The play doesn't reveal who the hell is Mr. Godot. Is he gay? Yet it still goes on for the 2 bummer characters to wait for him and concoct stuff just to kill time waiting for him. Simply put by Dion Boucicault: “Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.”
On the artsy side, this all male cast slugs it out just fine and handsome in the most Home Along da Riles style. I figured, as an audience, I was exactly waiting for Godot to show up (though i knew he wouldn't) because these thespians provided my 'killing time'. And such an A-list I was given for that time. The play was baffling enough, we don't need baffled actors on stage. Lucky ( i forgot the name of the actor) was extremely versed in improvisation. The set and production design was also on a performance level. With real soil on stage and a lone billboard of a sportscar and a beaming girl that provides the play with stark contrast.
Hmmm. Let's see. I would like to recommend this piece for people to watch. For a breath of fresh air and to intimidate yourself. Of course, Superman Returns is something else (di ko pa pala napanood). But i think this is a story of Everyman and i hope you could identify the metaphor of who Godot is in your life.
Tuesday, 27 June 2006
Pwede ba.
Chika ko lang ha. For the girls.
Ligawin ba kayo? As in yung bibili ka lang ng toyo sa kanto may susunod na sa bahay ninyo at yun na.
Ako kasi hindi. Pero kalahati ng angkan kong babae ay ligawin. One particularly is yung exag na ligawin is my cousin who is a year older than me.
Ganito ha.
Mag-apply lang siya ng trabaho. Bumili lang siya ng kendi at kape sa kanto. Sumakay lang siya sa dyip. Mag-swimming pa kami sa resort na di pa uso ang swimsuit. Mag-OJT lang siya sa isang restaurant (kasi food tech siya). Makigamit lang siya ng computer sa ibang bahay. Meron tyak at swak sa banga. Isa or dalawang aalamin ang number niya, susundan siya at tatanungin ang mga kasama niya kung sino siya at san siya pwede bisitahin.
Paano ko naman nalaman iyon? Aber, sa akin nagtatanong eh. Natutuwa naman ako kasi effortless talaga tong insan ko nato. Masarap talaga siyang iuwi sa bahay at ipakilala kay mudrah. Maganda ang mata at buhok. Alam mo yun, the works.
Eto pa, may isang Koreanong nagkagusto sa kanya. Mega tawag sa bahay ng Tita ko. Paano ba naman ang shungang Koreano pinakita yung picture ng pinsan ko sa mga parentas niya at sinabing yun daw ang fiancee niya. Shungabelles talaga! 30 times na ngang basted tapos ihain ba sa parents na yun ang mapapang-asawa. Parang Koreanovela ata ang gusto niyang mangyari.
Which brings me to my point. Bakit ganun? Pareho lang naman kami ng lahi. Bakit ako di ganun?
Nyahahahaha. Uy. di naman ako ganun ka-chaka.
Naalala ko lang yung unang attempt akong ligawan. 9 years old ata ako noon. grade 3-A (star section ini!) First time ko magka-chicken pox. Tapos nung absent ako for 10 days chinika sa akin ng classmate ko na iniiyakan daw ako ni Phillip Lou sa armchair ko. Aba naman.Bakit? Wala pa naman akong red tag para iyakan. Nililigawan daw niya kasi ako. Ha? Obviously di talaga ako aware sa mga ganyan siyempre bagets pako nun eh. Deadma pag pasok kahit puro pekas na ang mukha ko sa bulutong.
Then nung 13 or 14 ata ako. section courage ata ako. May nag-attempt manligaw sa akin. Eh dahil angst ridden teenager ako nun, binoljack ko siya. Sabi ko sisirain ko ang buhay niya. Ayun after 2 years biglang nag-iba ang paningin ko sa kanya at ako naman ang nagkagusto sa kanya. Haay sabi nga nila Life is like a boomerang, it strikes back.
Eto na, nung nag-college ako. (siyet, kinikilig pa rin ako as i write this). There was this very strange enchanting boy like in David Bowie's song. Just popped into my life like a balloon. At di na nag-attempt akong ligawan. Niligawan niya talaga ako. Take note ha. Siya ang nanligaw. Yan kasi ang claim to fame ko eh. Inaantay ako sa labas, bigla na lang susulpot sa mga gilid gilid kung san ako dumadaan. Dinadalhan ako ng yema. At hindi ko siya kakilala, ka-org or kaklase. Then yung ultimate ligaw talaga na ginawa niya is yung tanungin ako kung sino ang favorite authors ko then after an hour bumalik siya at binigyan niya ako ng xerox copy ng mga short stories ng mga binanggit kong authors. Wheew... Yun na yun eh. Pinag-research niya ako sa libe.
Nainis ako eh. Ayoko ng mga pa-sweet na ganyan na walang patutunguan. Tinanong ko siya one fiery night kung may gusto ba siya sa akin. Oo daw. Hehe. Tapos ngayon hindi na kami. Ok lang. Saya naman i-reminisce.
Bakit ko ba na-bring up yung topic na yan? Meron kasing isang lalakeng matagal nang chumichika sa akin na di ko naman maintindihan kung anong gusto. Puro palandi. Puro " San ka na umuuwi ngayon? Yun pa rin ba ang number mo? Balita ko ikakasal ka na daw? May iba bang nanliligaw sayo? Malay mo nandiyan lang ang lalakeng para sayo, sa tabi mo." Siyempre siya katabi ko.
Like THE. (as in the konyo 'like duh')
Eto pa. Tanungin ka ba naman ng " Anong klaseng gimik ba ang ginagawa mo?" Wala lang. Nagkikitil lang naman ako ng manok pagkagat ng dilim tapos papahiran ko ng langis ang katawan ko't lilipad na ang isang bahagi ng katawan sa kabilugan ng buwan.
Pwede ba.
Monday, 26 June 2006
Salut!
C'est fini.
Merci beaucoup.
Friday, 23 June 2006
ENDORPHINS
Since the discovery of the endorphins in 1975, scientists have hypothesized that these neurotransmitters are released into synapses when the body encounters stress. During times of emotional stress, endorphins are released in the limbic system of the brain and produce a euphoria that lessens anxiety and melancholy (Rang et al., 1995).
Simply put, they make us happy. Another thought, it must be so rewarding for us to live to experience these kinds of feeling, diba? As if we don't have enough pleasures in the world.
2 or some 3 days ago had been really pffft. Can't describe. I think i can. My hair is scant and i was semi-chubby as shannyboo puts it. I woke up one day to look at my cheeks downward and lo! I see a hill. A lump on my left cheek the size of a stress ball. It had to do with my teeth that i didn't really take care of. A swelling on the gums and a pus erupted leaving me in fits of yellow and red goo as i spit. Yuckers di ba? Still i managed to pull of my look and act as if there was no lump. Anyway, i looked chubby for 2 or 3 days.
Then me and Leila, cheeks still lump, went out to watch a movie in Marikina. Haha! Punyeta. Marikina ha. I obliged to go there because the Marquinton bucks up 80 pesos from moviegoers. On that exact moment in Cubao, my Evita shoes killed my feet because of my ingrown and suddenly i feel the earth move inside my butt. Oh fucksters... 45 minutes waiting for a jeep... jeep na lang yun ha. Masakit ang kuko at natatae pako.
Kumusta ka naman diyan, neng?
I had the strength to run for a jeep with all my physical rumblings only to end up knowing that our movie of 80 pesos closed about 10 minutes ago. Wolfgang Puck talaga!
On a serious note, a day ago we had to deal with serious issues and negative energies. I can't elaborate. I just can't understand people and their fascination with numerals! I just got so disappointed and whacked out from my sinus to my back because of negativity. All this dung heap accumulated... Gosh, i felt like a computer crashing to smithereens.
Where have all the endorphins gone?
I need them. Just a shot. So off i hopped to UP Diliman. Prepared my right arm to do some whipping forehands. Shout like Monica Seles... " Aaaahii! " I beat Kuya Jun and his mate for a doubles game. Haha! I also had an ace and 2 baseline shots that sent the man and his balakang to part. Nyaharhar!
After that, I was laughing so hard and smiling to sleep because my sheets smelled crisp. I was so happy just because of my sheets! Siyempre di naman ako na-boang na but you get the drift.
And it was released..
Some info on endorphins:
 Endorphins are also thought to be related to appetite and sex hormone release. Diet, exercise and general health affect the production of endorphins.
 Low levels of endorphins reportedly cause cravings of fat and fatty foods
 Eating spicy foods also causes an endorphins release, due to pain caused in the mouth.
 Sex, acupuncture, and massage therapy can also stimulate endorphins.
Wednesday, 14 June 2006
WOULD YOU BELIEVE!
After a slew of peeing and of trying hard to wake up at 8:30am with all the alarms in the world. I still woke up at 11:45am. It is so good to sleep on our egg-shell inspired mattress. Love it! Love it!
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I already swore off my loyalty to our official laundry house in Kamuning, intsead i transferred to a new laundry service not really named after washing clothes--- Bull's Eye Laundry. Just how demanding can that get? Actually, me and paulie wiil try to figure this faith in the new service for our precious clothes. I have been on the rounds for the nicest laundry place. I think i found one before but it is too pricey and i had to change addresses, no can do for that. Then this new one, very reasonable but i culdn't take their practice of counting every piece of clothing in front of me and probably in front of their other semi-cute customers. Just when you start to check these boys out behold! out comes my panty and ratty bra. Spare 'em my insides.
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I went to the very posh SSS office in East Ave to continue my contributions since the heart station doesn't cut them off our salaries. And would you believe, the info person was so so nice. We started to chitchat about my work, where did i graduate from, why did i switch fences, what would i become after 5 years. Of course i appreciate them. It's not really talking to someone about your future dreams and aspirations and what makes you happy. Someone wants to know and they listen. Listen with a capital L.
Of course, i appreciate that. I am the one who always asks and listens to somebody i hardly know. It's good for sometime, a nobody in your life sits up and listens amidst a queue of lines, white lights and really red lipstick.
Saturday, 10 June 2006
RUDYS AND ME-ANS OF THE WORLD
After sometime i get the hang of it, those Rudy and Me-ans. Surprisingly they do not know that because it is a proper noun coined from an adjective. Actually i got that from my boss' blog. What adjective sounds like Rudy and Me-an? Hint: It's not a compliment.
Ok let me tell you something about em Rudy and Me-an.
Me and Mansanas met up again after almost months of absentia. Me in the world of showbiz, she in the world of legalities. Such a nice thing. Meeting up really old friends. My relationship with Mansanas traces to an era long forgotten in the halls of St. Mary's in Quezon City. As in Grade 2 section Courage. Everybody had a crush on her and she was so frail and pink. I didn't like her because she had long hair and cute cheeks. Pease not THEM. She was one of those 8 year olds who act like they're 13. Pleazze give me my 8 year old break!
But fate has something in store. We became classmates in college freshmen. Became seatmates on the sophomore year even though my surname starts with a D and she with an S. From sophomore to present we were emotionally inseparable. We are worlds apart when it comes to taste. Her mum likes me a lot but she'd rather not see my mum. Nyehehe..
Ok. So we met up and shopped for a bathing suit. We went into this very popular store and asked if they had bathing suits in store. For a while, this lady looked at us and said they don't have bathing suits for us but they have bathing suits in their underwear store but they only have small sizes there. Now, now now... there was something wrong with that. That intonation. It had a different pitch. Aside from all the buts in her welcome note for a customer, I smell a hint of Rudy's stench.
... but they have only small sizes there. Ok. We should transfer to another store but don't go there because you look like drums. And they don't have bathing suits for drums. Thank you Ms.Matchstick.
So snap i did and don't hold back. Sarcasm witheld. Bakit hindi ba magkakasya sa amin ang small sizes? Mansanas held my mouth and out we go. Hmmm... girlie bitch out moments ensuing. So while bouncing off negative energies, we hopped stores and tried on bathing suits.
Oh dear. We did grow a lot noh?
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This has been my sanctuary for four years already. It's my extension. Almost like a limb out in the open. Know that people want to express, to just chuck it out, to just be themselves even on something as artificial as blog. I am that people. So don't mind me...
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