whether post or ante meridian, it does not matter. the arms of the huge office wall clock got frozen making love on top of numbers 7 and 9 the whole day, somehow making time irrelevant and non-existent, busy on its own.
it is liberating, this illusion, that time ceases to haunt you for a while. it takes away the tremors of the head and the earthquakes of the heart. it keeps you still, and places you in a spot where you can compose yourself back into pieces devoid of the constant worry of time racing against you in the racetrack of life.
blessed are the 51 year olds who can’t even defend themselves from the paws of power-maniac politicians for one day, all of the filthy-rich power-maniacs in the government will burn right on their spot. that will be hell’s vengeance on them for outstaging legit demons.
blessed are the 14 year olds who fight and defend their fathers despite being overpowered by the minions of power-hungry politicians for someday they will grow stronger than the brutes who beat the hell out of them and they can soon have their revenge.
there's a unicorn in the sky whose horn was crafted by the training fighter jets of the state.
the winter wind pushes its body to gallop over the top of the continuously stretching shoreline where a few couples brave the biting breath of the sea. its hooves leaving trails of pillows and cottons in the sky run wild above towers of glass and shacks of wood and bricks where underpaid, overworked workers sweat their way to survival.
it pierces every empty space in the horizon as it rushes towards the spot under the sign of the virgo.
this creature mesmerizes the eyes as it creates impressions of tiny unicorns that diffuse with the wind upon each leap. it seems unstoppable, one may think, for whenever its head gets cut by passenger planes it re-attaches itself back to the body. it doesn’t seem to rest but rather grows bigger and darker as the moon outshines the sun.
soon it suddenly comes to a halt. as the stars of virgo reach down for it, its body precipitates to tears down the virgin soil of our forefathers, our mothers and our brothers.
so you think this soon-to-be rumored vampire movie remake have fangs sharp enough to bite the ass of the recent hollywood flick that captured the hearts and minds of thousands and thousands of teeny bopper fans around the globe?
nah.
a contact from the philippine tv network, abs-cbn, claimed that the publicity of takipsilim (filipino translation of twilight) was released and stirred most probably by die-hard fans of stephenie mayer’s twilight and the rayver cruz-shaina magdayao love team.
add to that the publicity gained from the blog post of perez hilton which attracted mixed reactions from various parts of the web, this takipsilim filipino twilight remake has become an instant news among the circle of twilight fans.
aside from the constant bashing and exchange of angstdisgust comments, you’ll find some interesting points such as:
- is hollywood the only one entitled to ruin foreign movies through remakes?
- is there anything original nowadays? (apparently at this time and age, originality is rare. most things are either recycled, repackaged, twisted, borrowed, or made into another form)
- is there hope for the philippine tv and cinema? (yes, there is!)
come on, this is just a badly photoshopped image of shaina magdayao and rayver cruz’s face embedded over kristen stewart and robert pattinson. i don’t think abs-cbn is stupid enough to do a remake while the hype is still up. imagine the height of expectations and the waves of criticisms that will come from the fans. plus, wouldn’t it be too expensive to purchase the rights of doing a remake of a hollywood movie? enlighten me please.
in the tales of beedle the bard…we meet heroes and heroines who can perform magic themselves, and yet find it just as hard to solve their problems as we do. the heroes and heroines who triumph in his (beedle the bard) stories are not those with the most powerful magic, but rather those who demonstrate the most kindness, common sense and ingenuity.
-jk rowling, introduction- the tales of beedle the bard
i finished reading beedle the bard on the train just in time for my stop. the book was an easy read which somehow reminded me of james finn garner’s collection of politically correct bedtime stories because of its take on the themes of death, life, the darkness of humanity, the limits of power and the vulnerability of humans and wizards/witches. i love how ms rowling crafted the fables to appeal to both young and adult readers.
it’s just me, but i find the uk cover of the book more appealing than the us cover.
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the night of the all american rejects mini-concert and album signing on hollywood did not end after me and arjei meet and greet the band and got our cd’s autographed. i was fortunate enough to score myself a jean-luc godard collector’s edition dvd set and a f. scott fritzgerald’s the curious case of benjamin button from the virgin megastore. on top of that, i also got a cheap but expensive smelling perfume for the busy holidays. merry holidays everyone!
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the interactive website for the movie coralline is one effective way to kill time. see, i got my eyes buttoned. lol
if not for the eye candy that is jennifer connely, i'm sure my dad would have crafted a more-exciting version of scott derrickson's remake of the 1951 film, the day the earth stood still, on his sleep.
my bad. i never told him that the movie is not as action-packed as the matrix. keanu reeves do not always mean action dad, remember that. come on, mr reeves works his magic on screen when he acts bored, looks blank, and plays like a humanoid free of any emotion.
as expected, my dad said "ampangit!" ("ugly"- referring to the movie). the slow pace and the dark, almost desaturated tone of the movie compliment the wet and cold weather outside the cinema and i liked it. i love the movie's take on the fate and possible actions of mankind should apocalypse come.
reeves plays klaatu the humanoid alien whose mission is to save the planet earth from the species of men and women. he acts as the new noah, gathering as many species and organisms he can get through the alien orbs located all-over the planet that serves as the neo-ark. he comes in peace, that's what he said, but when his giant companion robot gort (genetically organized robotic technology) reacted violently against the paranoia of the humans, the government kept him under study, and from there, at the depths of the secret scientific labs of the government, he met dr. helen benson (jennifer connely) and the rest of their adventures hold the fate of humanity.
it's not really a movie to rave for, but it's a good one to kill time with your dad. somehow it can make you think of the what ifs and hows if ever superpowered aliens suddenly attack and take over the earth. what a bonding experience for me and my dad. lol -jennifer connely is still hot at 36
-didn't i say that i hate how keanu reeves effortlessly pulls off the characters he play by simply appearing bland and flat?
-don't you just envy mr reeves? he gets the roles with the coolest superpowers like neo from the matrix and now klaatu the alien who has powers a la kyle xy.
-i love how the movie questions the possibility of change for us humans. can we really change if we want to? or we only change if we are in the brink of a pressing situation like destruction or extinction?
-why do humans continue to fight and stand still despite the knowledge of their inevitable defeat or demise? hope and love.
i know i’m in love when happiness, pain, excitement and hope create a harmony so perfect that it sends my heart and body into undulating chills of ecstasy.
that’s exactly what i felt while watching tomas alfredson’s swedish vampire movie from john aivide lindqvist’s adaptation of his novel, let the right one in (lat den ratte komma in). i fell in love with the movie, the love story and the whole vampire lore presented in a different light, delving into the wickedness of the society, the sheer desire for that human connection and the pain of adolescence where bullies are scarier than monsters and vampires.
the movie follows the development of the relationship between oskar (kåre hedebrant) and eli (lina leandersson) as they deal with conflicts within themselves and struggles in their environments.
oskar is this 12 year old boy devoid of the color of blood circulating all over his body who is constantly tormented by the issues of his separated parents, and the bullying of his classmates. one night he met eli, the girl who just moved to the next door apartment accompanied by an old man, and made an instant connection with her. like oskar, eli had her fair share of issues. first, she is a vampire trapped in a body of a 12 year old girl who never grows old. then her thirst for human blood makes her smell funny (according to oskar), and prolonged thirst deteriorates her slowly. no animal blood substitute though; just plain human blood. next, she longs for a normal human contact like she craves for blood. you can see and feel through the movie how this blood-thirsty creature craves for the simplest human connection that she can establish with oskar- holding hands.
together, oskar and eli find comfort in the strangeness of their situation. eli’s vampire nature did not disturb oskar. in fact, he even asked her to go steady with him. eli offered to help oskar overcome the bullies, and oskar provided eli the warmth and the comfort of a companion who accepts her for who she is. both of them developed a stable symbiotic relationship that no icy weather can freeze.
the movie lacks the teeny-bopper elements of twilight. no pop-alternative soundtrack to highlight the scenes, no tight shots of porcelain-faced vamps, and no action-packed spectacle. it’s just the plain, icy-cold steady environment of the film that will send you to the depths of your imagination and realizations imbibing the emotional rollercoaster experienced by the characters.
no, it’s not the violence, gore and horror that hooked me into this movie but the love that happened between oskar and eli. it’s that kind of love that transcends silence. it’s that kind of love that travels through the eyes to the heart. it’s that kind of love where holding hands give you more pleasure than body contact; it’s that kind of love that sees beyond what is physical.
all the gore and the graphic killing act of eli did not scare me at all. it is the harsh realities of growing up, the violence of bullying, the pain of having separated parents, and the struggle of longing for company, for someone to understand you, but at the same time risking many aspects of your life, that gave me the chills.
we used to have a dog whose tail was like that of a rabbit's. we named her sarah after the princess who was oppressed by the world and the blonde girl lavinia. she was the only pet dog who never scared me. she was the only dog that encouraged me to play roll-over the mud and chase you till you drop. others just wanted to chase me and devour my flesh.
all the while, i thought everybody in the family loves her, not until my grandfather died.
superstitious relatives from the province blamed sarah for my grandfather's death, accusing her as the messenger of death. many of my relatives said they heard sarah howl, more like a moan-howl, the night before grandpa died. then they cursed sarah as the "malas" dog and butchered her immediately after my gradpa's death. next thing i know, sarah was served hot on plates and was devoured by the hard-core manginginoms of the town. since then, i never had any close relationship with any dog.
first, i think dogs can smell fear. trust me, they know if you’re afraid of them and most dogs i encounter have bullying tendencies and will capitalize on your panic. then here comes the discovery of researchers that dogs can sniff out unfair situations and show a simple emotion similar to envy or jealousy. now that could be one good reason to keep a dog nearby government offices and police stations.
i wish i sensed sarah's fear before she left the world.
as the december sky muted most of the colors from the city of angels, it also highlighted the clamor of the repressed feelings of joy, loneliness, sadness, fear, disgust and anger that have been awakened at the same time inside my chest. inside me is a dormant volcano longing to celebrate the end of its years of hibernation. the fog on the avenues of my thoughts slowly sucks away the oxygen in my body, sending me berserk every second. it was crazy how the blinking of the stars, the gravitational pull of the planets and the smiling of the moon could cause changes to your emotions, to the people around you, to your society, to the world, to the whole cosmos.
it was as if the universe conspired against me the whole day, placing me under the limelight for the world to hit and mock.
the embrace of the cold weather provided me comfort, numbing my senses from the incessant emotional blows coming from all directions.
no, i don’t need warmth. i need the blanket of coldness to freeze the budding eruption and to keep me calm.
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