Wednesday, 30 May 2007
THE GREAT HULLABALOO (tama ba ang spelling?)
Yesterday, Mrs. Aligaga met us in her office for an orientation of our future lives as wannabe whore writers for TV. Us, meaning, are the people who passed the 2 phase elimination process of the writer/consultants. There were 4 classes actually and each class is under the tutelage of named and famed TV writers. All of the finalists were to be met up in the chilly room of Mrs. Aligaga and since each belonged to a specific class, the room evidently had groupings and auras that hardly meet each other. Our lot was whacked down to 4 people out of 15 hopefuls like an artista search.
Let's say we were 4 sections; sections Champaca, Yellow Bell, Cadena de Amor and BellaDonna. Of course, we are section Belladonna a.k.a Deadly Nightshade known for its Italian race (belladonna meaning beautiful lady) and toxic qualities that can lure children to eat our berries and die. Bwahaha! Anyway, we were the smallest in population and the rest were 6-8 people. Section Yellow Bell looked like a family on a picnic with matching Tupperware items on the side. Cadena de Amor were like common chatty street people who eat dangling isaw while the Champaca group, well, looked like a bunch of gay showbiz columnists out to get their envelopes.
Laitera din ako eh.
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
MONDO MAYNILA
Nung isang araw tumulong ako na mag PA sa pelikula ng aking boss. Sa Manila ang setting malapit sa Quiapo sa may tulay sa street ng Arlegui. Ito yung part na Quiapo na nagnanak-nak ng pirata ng mga DVD. Ito na nga yung Pirates of Arlegui at iba pa pala ito sa Pirates of Carriedo. Doon kasi sa part ng Carriedo medyo maayos pa pero dito sa Arlegui, ito na yung pwede talagang tawaging At World's End.
Sa isang compound ang shooting namin at dun mostly ang mga eksena. Pag pasok ko pa lang medyo kumunot na ang noo ko dahil ubod ng pangit ang lugar. Madaming ipis. Madaming pusa. Madaming uod. Madaming anay. Madaming batya. Madaming tao. Tapos umulan pa. Alam mo naman kapag umulan sa Manila, parang naglinis ng sewer system ang langit. Pangit na nga mas pinapangit pa.
Sa paghihintay ko sa mga eksena, nanood ako ng mga tao sa labas. Ngayon lang ako nakakita ng mga taong tambay. Authentic tambay. Hindi nga nag-iinuman eh. Tambay lang talaga. Walang magawa kundi chumika at umeksena sa gitna ng daan. Sabi ko sa sarili ko hindi ko kayang tumira sa ganitong community. Hindi naman naghihirap pero tengga to death lang talaga ang ganap. Mabuti pa nga siguro na magkaroon ng sakit balang araw na sa bawat pagtengga mo unti-unti ka na lang babawasan ng blood vessels sa reproductive organ. At least mabawasan ang populasyon ng mga stupido sa Pilipinas.
Sabi ng friend ko pinakadelikado daw sa quiapo ang area na pinag-shootingan namin. Daming adik daw at barilan sa kanto. Sumilip ka lang daw sa bintana baka mabaril ka na. A Cidade de Deus? Ikaw ba ito?
Isa pa sa mga issue ko ay ang mga lecheng puyetak na artista na yan. Dios mio, alam naman natin na ang pinaka madaling buhay sa isang shooting ay ang role ng artista. Tinatawag pa nga sila para magtrabaho eh, san ka naman nakakita ng ganun? O halika na do your job na please para maaga na kami makauwi at maglalaba pa kami. Tatawagin mo na lang yun para naman gawin na niya ang part niya aba't tinatamad pa. May isa pang bagets na artista na kung humirit ay tanga pa---- may karapatan na daw silang magsungit dahil 3am at pagod na. Ano iyon Time Space Warp ngayon din! Eh ano na lang kami rito? Kung pagod ka baka patay na kami't bumubula pa ang bibig.
Kaya hanggang ngayon mababa pa rin ang tingin ko sa mga TV stars eh though i would like to dispel that idea. It is so-called artists like those who make me cringe at my own face on TV.
Hay nako, 5am na at hulas na ng panahon ang mga tao sa pelikula. Mag shooting ka ba naman sa armpit of Manila. The state of our shooting location is directly proportional to local filmmaking.
Then naisip ko ugliness breeds contempt breeds self-destruction breeds more cockroach breeds a rare reproductive disease.
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
WORKY WORK
I am again working. And i thought this declared laziness over my research work will stretch up to another month. Good thing that the summer heat is just simply irritating i had to go to airconditioned places except for malls. So off i hopped to our office in Timog and just DO something. It's nice to wear a really beach themed outfit because of the heat and then arrive in the office freezing. Hay ewan. We never really have official holidays in media so everyday is work day for me and a holiday too as well.
Laziness is equals to plumpness. Man, i am plump like a cherry tomato. And to make me more plump i have bangs. I have wobbly bits which we call Ben Folds Five. R likes this acquired plumpness of mine while i intend to let them go beacuse my pants won't fit anymore and i'm having a hard time breathing if i insist on wearing them. Though plumpness is equals to attention and everytime i walk by a street people make hawi as if i could occupy a large amount of space.
So early this morning, I woke up at 5:30 am and jogged around Amoranto stadium. Yes, Amoranto Stadium--- home of the punks not dead, rock and roll and death by stampede. But lo, come 6am the people are the exact opposite of what it is every Pulp Summer Slam concert. There's the 5am club where old girls do calisthenics, young men playing basketball at 5:30am and mostly plumper than me women who walk in circles chit chatting with their amigas while they counterflow.
The jogging populace is ok with a range of 30-70 year old health buffs running around while music is blaring from some point in the grandstand. I don't know if there is an official DJ in the Amoranto track because the music choices range from La Bamba, Like a Virgin, a pesky Chocolateh song and more Hagibis tracks like Legs Legs Legs mo ay nakakasilaw. Nakakaloka ang soundtrack sa umaga. The music is really heard over all the stadium and some parts of Roces Ave. Its like telling the I-pod to fuck off. Hindi talaga ako fan ng i-pod and all this music stick on sa ears so i really like this sharing of music idea sa Amoranto. Kebs ko kung di mo feel ang music kasi di ka rin namin feel sabi ng Amoranto.
I particularly liked Like A Virgin since the beat of the song has made me jog to 5 rounds non-stop. The secret to running non-stop is the beat in the head. It makes you move while your breath catches up with you and reserve energy for longer jogs. So it's all in the head. Naks. Parang Tina Juan and Deepak Chopra combined.
One thing more, after continuous jogging, take off your shoes and socks and walk in the morning grass. This feeling is something else i tell you. Sort of like a new side to smelling the roses.
It's orgasmic to the toes.
It's like LIFE is taking place right under your feet.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
GIRLFRIENDHOOD
Bumper texted me kung ano na daw ba ang nangyayari sa akin at bakit daw single ang nasa friendster ko. Ewan ko ba. Ang corny naman kasi kung ilalagay kong in a relationship when in fact lahat naman tayo ay in a state of relationship (syempre lately ko lang na realize to) whether or not your wallowing in self pity dahil trenta ka na at wala ka pang jowa. You can always consider having a relationship with your cats or plants. Si Rita Avila nga may mother and child relationship with her 2 stuff toys at pati yung lukaret sa Pinoy Big Brother house. Ang friendster nga naman, isang defining moment sa buhay ng isang tao.
And then Andrea texted me on my girlfriendhood state. Ay sus. Girlfriend me? Bwaha! Well, according to Maryanet i have been a kept woman and i don't know where did she get that idea.
So far so good. After that Downtown Morato episode things have been fairly smooth except for my constant bickerings. People i guess have a different angle as to what i really am. The mudraks thought that i was this rebound girl picked up from some bar in Libis and made to satisfy his sons' hunger pains on love. For one i could be a rebound girl but heck who cares? Happy Mothers day nga pala.
The sweetness is just so dirty and sticky like a cow muddled in putik. Filipino men can be really sweet (haha! I'm talking as if I'm Melanie Marquez) I'm not used to sweetness dear. It doesn't run in our family. The constant i love you's and hugging to make you feel loved never ran in our veins. The first time i heard Poodrahbel told me those words was when he want away and i was 18 then. Moodrahbel was stiff and it is only now that she is melting down as if global warming had an effect on her. Sweetness was never passed on to us and i can attest that to my brothers. Saying I love you, to us, is as precious as the golden buddha.
Sweetnesswise, i am very sweet too you know. Yak! I rarely show it so it means it is a prized lot.
I am still not used to the girlfriend reportage of texting where and what am i doing so i guess he made a way out of knowing what i am doing by being with me most of the time. Even when i go to some slums in Tondo to interview a former mental patient, he goes as if he's my personal assistant. He even washes my clothes and my comforter and my curtains. He installed cable on my flat-iron dependent TV. My TV being married to the flat iron is another story and i guess Paulie knows that. Winner talaga ang TV namin.
He reminds me to put on moisturizer and plugs my cellphone for the battery. I mean how can this be happening?!? Of course, i appreciate it but then I am just boggled by the tenacity of his spirit to treat me like a fledging beauty queen. Fledging daw oh.
He doesn't like me blogging. It's like washing dirty linen in public. I say, blogging sharpens me and brings me back to my home. (May point ba yun?)
Anyway, he's just jealous that i blogged my exes before and he never was here in a positive light. Hunny, showbiz ka talaga. Here's your blogspace of boyfriend fame.
Sunday, 06 May 2007
ITAK TAK MO!
So di ba?
I was watching this TV forum in our network for the senatoriables. I felt intimidated by all the questioning processes all the senatoriables had to go through which is enough to make it look like they are being roasted on air. Actually ok lang but then if i was there i would have clogged nose for an hour. Ang hirap ng mga tanong. Letse!
The process included some senatoriables in line for questioning to be hurled inside a vault with nothing to hear but the most famous song heard on noontime TV--- Itak tak mo!
Hindi ko alam pero parang naloka ako ng konti. Napaka-off beat ng detail na ito sa buong intimidating na proseso ng pagtatanong sa TV show na ito. Of all songs talaga. Itak-tak mo ang napili which is quite a breather. Sige nga. Alam niyo ba sayawin iyan if you so claim that you want to help the masses and the rest of the Filipino people who gyrate to that song. Tignan ko lang. Let's see who' so sincere about their intentions to the masses. Do you know them? Do you know them enough that they dance that song?
Parang heto at tatanungin namin ang mga taong may kinalaman sa kinabukasan ng ating bayan tapos biglang nyeh! May song na Itak-tak mo sa ensemble. Bwahaha!
Yun lang.
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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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