Cinemalaya: Hubad

10 Thoughts after Hubad

1. (After the screening…) Why are all these people applauding this movie?

2. Hubad? Idea of honesty and taking off your masks. Oh wow, how original.

3. Did we really have to see Peque’s ass?

4. Nice bed scene with the 2 couples making synchonized bed movements. Asleep.

5. Did the camera work need to be all too gulo just coz it’s “indie”?

6. The dialogues. The dialogues were just too much. Even for me.

7. I wonder if Martin’s “My Fake American Accent” is any good.

8. Nice to see the CCP again.

9. I’m starving.

10. Jessica Zafra needs to see Philippe Tordjman.

Good Times

Had a great Saturday. Started Friday evening — Sat am technically with some Jack D’s at Jack’s Loft with the I-Team. It was someone’s birthday but the celebrant didn’t show up. How weird is that? Noontime went to meet up with C, J and K at Dencio’s for a few drinks and then BSA Suites for more inuman at B’s place with cuz U, A, J and S. Finally talking with S again. It’s about tiiime! Alcohol again and noontime partying ghad! But been behaving well naman, teehee!

After Makati went off to my place with J and A. Such sweet friends, for watching over me. Thanks for the water and chewy chewy! Partied till about midnight then heaaded over for some comedy thing in a place that shall remain unnamed. Hehe! Met D, AD, M, M2, A2 and a lot more. Oh met H, too! Teehee! Somebody send me over the pictures!

Headed back to my pad for some more Vodka. AYLABBIT! Good times with friends. Ahhh what relief!

This afternoon will see the Cinemalaya films in CCP. Thanks C for the tip! Parties and Culture! Hmm, looks like I am back to the grind again finally! Lovin it much!

That Round Thing

Well this afternoon I forgot my lighter. So while walking along Eastwood I was frantically looking for smokers to perhaps borrow a light from. From a distance I saw a lady holding her hand in front of her face, and I thought: here’s a smoker!

When I approached her, she wasn’t holding a cigarette. Instead she had her thumb against her index finger and was seemingly making a round motion.

Pucha, kala ko nagyoyosi, nangungulangot pala! And that thing she was playing with her thumb and index finger was a binilog na kulangot. Gross!

Classic

Once again, I’ve outdone myself. Last Sunday night I completed the Wimbledon men’s singles final by LISTENING, yes LISTENING to the entire match.

On Saturday night, an Indian channel was showing the ladies’ singles final so I assumed that if they will show that, then there’s no reason why they wouldn’t show the men’s singles final on Sunday. (I only have Destiny cable in my building and Star Sports is a “Premium Channel” so I get scrambled signal.)

But come Sunday night, they were showing cricket THE WHOLE TIME. Too late to go to Makati. So I closed my eyes and listened to the balls being hit. Come to think of it, based only on the grunts, sound of the balls flying off the players’ rackets, and crowd cheering I can tell the exact score ahead of the umpire announcing it.

And the nerves that I have? Oh, wow! Never been so nervous listening to a tennis match. If last year I was smoking a cigarette every time Rafa would serve, this year I was regulating my breathing pattern — exhale only when Roger is hitting the ball to reinforce the power of his shots and inhale when Rafa is hitting the ball so suck the power in his shots.

It didn’t work. Rafa won. But that was a glorious match — as far as I can hear. Could have potentially given me a coronary if I’d seen it. No difficult feelings for me. Rafa deserved it. And kudos to both for a classic match that we shall forever go back to and watch on DVD. The scoreline says it all 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5), 6-7 (8), 9-7.

I might have to see my doctor though coz I’m afraid that I may have caused permanent damage to my breathing. Darn!

Prometheus

You are most like Prometheus, and you probably knew that before you even took this test. You probably aren’t deliberately altruistic, but you still tend to do things that benefit everyone, even at great expense to your health and personal relationships. You aren’t ruled by your emotions, but you still have a strong sense of justice. You make good descisions, but they can sometimes backfire (and this isn’t due to a flaw in your reasoning, but due to faulty premises instead).

You are very reasonable, you understand systems, you can quickly pinpoint flaws and you know how to correct them. You pride understanding and knowledge above everything else, and your greatest fear is to appear to be incompetent. You tend to be contemptuous of authority, but you don’t accept leadership roles yourself until everyone else has demonstrated their own incompetence.

You’ve built a very specific skill set. You know exactly where your strengths and weaknesses are, and you pride yourself on this kind of self-knowledge. You distrust tradition, which you see as arbitrary, and you rely instead on your own judgements. You also pride yourself on your pragmatism. You’re also a very private person.

Most of all, people think you’re arrogant, but screw them! They’re the ones who benefit from your ideas and discoveries, and if they took the time to understand why it is that you say and think the things you do, they’d realize that you only appear arrogant because you are exactingly precise when it comes to your area of specification, and most of all because, when you don’t know something, you don’t have an opinion about it (unlike most of the loudmouths that you have to deal with on a day-to-day basis).

Relationships are your kryptonite. It isn’t that you don’t want them — in fact, you would very much like a very close relationship with someone who understands you. They’re just the one thing in the world that you’re naturally bad at.

Famous people like you: Niels Bohr, J. Robert Oppenheimer, Werner Heisenberg, Issac Newton, John Maynard Keynes, Erwin Schrodinger
Stay Clear of: Apollo, Icarus, Hermes, Aphrodite
Seek out: Atlas, The Oracle, Daedalus

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from Cliff’s

Fourth of July and the Melrose Anatomy

I always seem to associate Bill Pullman with the 4th of July, that’s perhaps because I have been harboring this theory that we were really first freed by extra terrestrials before any of those shitty colonial wars happened.

But there are many other things that I associate with the 4th of July. For example, there always seems to be a lot of interesting Wimbledon matches during this day. Last night, there was Roger Federer’s clinical demolition of the consistently fascinating Marat Safin and Rafa Nadal’s win over Schuettler. It will be Federer and Nadal again in the final for the 3rd straight year.

But going back, there’s also the holiday that comes along with it. Which is mostly spent at the beach. Bear with me while I try to make a horribly contrived “relevant” post.

Ok, I give up.

Last night I dragged M with me along Eastwood in search for a bar that has Star Sports. I love my new place to bits but I hate the fact that my building only has Destiny cable which doesn’t carry any of the Star channels. Going back, after all the walking, we ended up at Gweilos to see the last point of the Federer-Safin semifinal. Now the problem: Sunday would be the finals. Either I head all the way to Makati to see it or hope that Gweilos is open on Sundays and M had already warned me that some of the bars are closed on Sundays. Why am I stressing over this? Well, just coz.

On a side note, we caught 6Cycle Mind and had a chat with Darwin (their manager) and found out that the reason Tutti wasn’t there was coz he is getting married today. Congrats Tutti! You’re famous now, I only get to see you on MTV and well there was that time I saw you at the airport on your way to Bora in one of my business trips to Cebu. We should hang soon. Ria insists! Hehe!

And again we go back, moving here in Eastwood was a tough decision coz it’s too far from the comforts of being in Makati. It does mean however, that I’d cut down hours of travel time everyday which is a big thing considering that I am now officially a carless indio commuter. Must really get a new car soon before a total degeneration happens.

Oh let’s discuss commuting. A few weeks ago I found myself inside a police wagon coz of freakin smoking in a cab. Horrors! Was in total panic with all the wang-wang shit and getting pulled over and asked to go the fuckin police station. I know it was not allowed in Makati to smoke in a car and shit but heck, I thought that was a bit of an overkill to actually have me ride their scary wagon along with four other policemen. Martial Law much? In the end they gave me a ticket which they could have done without traumatizing me to the ends of the earth. Lesson learned: commuting can really suck marrows sometimes. Teehee!

And along the lowlife experiences I had the past few, I just have to mention that I actually walked through flood water because of peer pressure. Aaaack! The grossest thing, I swear!!!

On the other hand, when you’ve got a Melrose Place kinda circle it’s realy hard to say no.

Picture this: S and P are bestbuddies. S loves J. S is with D. J seems to be fallin for S. P gets jiggy with J. And then P gets jiggy with S, too. P hates D. J supports S and D. P screws A. A bitches that J knew about it. P plays with U. U is cousins with B. G likes B but B is playing with L whom P also kinda got jiggy with.

Shoutout to C (Grace if you may), miss you hun and I know I promised we’ll go out of town again soon. But this kid has been busy much the past few.

Live it! Live it out loud!

Happy 4th of July. Will try to blog more soon! Apologies for an outright incoherent post.