lions den

In the Red…

Probably, all of you are wondering why I still went to support the same school that kicked me out. The reason is because I was not there to support the school that kicked me out, I was there to watch the game and have fun with my law school, neigh, bedan law school friends… it was actually fun. as bossing said, “sulit”

and if this reason fail, I went there to represent my father, a die hard bedan fan…

and yes, I wore a red and white shirt… a really big one…

it was like the typical UAAP game, the chants, the cheers, the crowd… but the pep squad of both squads were, either really lame or really low budgeted…. only a few drums and it does not drown any sound at all, (no one can still beat the Yellow Jackets)

what was amazing was the fact that the “red crowd” was the biggest I have seen in a game, more than three fourths of ARANETA was occupied by the red shirts… but I guess that is really normal, being that the crowd was composed of students and alumni of the 28 year championship drought of BEDA… all of them came there…

what was more fun for me was the fact that it was the first time I saw a game of an al boy school, and we all know the cliché “boys will be boys”

I have never seen exchange of banters and jeers to that extent, it was bordering on, I mean, it is already personal…. and the banners are of a different story…

lets start with the PCU’s banners, my favorites are, “ekwe i2 ka” than an arrow pointing to a silhouette of a man… then the “28 + 1 = 29” and “God shuts the mouth of the lions”

creativity and rudeness was on the bedans’ mind when they made their banners, with different drawings of lions devouring dolphins, banners were really personal, like, “espin-ass” or “espinas beluga” and worse “PCU iskwater”

the chants were of a different level, every time the PCU students would cheer PCU PCU, bedans would annex the word “bulok” after every PCU.. bedans shouted iskwater, and beluga…

the funniest for me was during even before the game started, the commissioner himself went to the microphone and asked who was throwing coins, then the bedans cheered “wala kaming barya”

I wont be describing the game, because clearly I a not a sports fan… just enjoy watching and it ends there…

after the game was even more fun, on our way to the RED VICTORY, the PCU fans were shouting at bedans in their cars, burning the bedan placards and shouting “1 point lang” and “28 years na talo”

And clearly we wont let them get away with, and we got to their nerves… airoshe also joked that that was double jeopardy, “talo na, manit pa sa bus” what was really fun was the fact that all cars going to beda had their hazards light on, like it was a big and long motorcade/convoy…

the party was also fun, free food, free drinks… not bad… although not that well organized, but fun nonetheless…

I ended the "end 28 at 82" at 2am

Commuters journal number 1

i have been commuting all my life... so i have lot of stories to tell about commuting...

latest is this

a blind woman rode our FX going to fairview, she was alone, only a helpful student helped her find a ride. once inside, she paid her fare (really, i was interested on how, but since i dont want to appear to be chismoso-if that is still possible- i did not look, although i imagine it like ben affleck in daredevil.) she said she will be getting down on Hi-Top, in Q.Ave. she got down on hi-top and was walking alone, funny talaga, napaiyak ako, because sometimes simple things, like not getting a ride very easily, i sometimes get so irritated, but this woman, oh no, parang relax nga lang siya, prang no worries... dig pa iya mga 20-20 vision, then i worried na baka may mga pilipino diyan na nakawan pa siya or what, pero anyways... i prayed for that woman... whoever that daredevil woman is, she became an inspiration... yuck cliche... okay lang...

hmmmm.... irony of it all

it funny how I don’t want others, most especially my friends to see or read my blog, ironically a blogspot is published in the internet, so much for secrecy…

now, if I really did not want others to read this, then why bother creating a blog? why not buy a jolina notebook and hide under your underwear, surely no one would read that (then again, I would…)

It’s weird sometimes that we sing aloud every time but when people ask us to sing, we don’t.

It’s funny… life… I don’t get it sometimes, and yet sometimes I do.

Sometimes, I wake up thinking like a beauty queen, you now wanting to change the world, and all that world peace, then some days, I’m thinking like Hitler, like just kill people infected with aids, get it over and done with. But most of the time, I think like shit… a good example would be this blog…

the moment I think like shit, I write it here… so friends… stop reading, find some other blog worth your time and energy, need I mention internet hours….

if you are looking for something literary, ynna’s blog would be better for you, if you want philosophical, I think ate fleur’s would be best…

and if you want to know the shape of my feces from this head, never mind…

the german verdict

i am not a filmmaker, nor a film student or historian, not even a film critic, i just enjoy film

repeat that statement replacing the word film with music

that is the disclaimer

my opinion regarding the recently concluded 3rd german silent film fest, which they showed silent films from the early expressionist period of the 1920's is not authoritative not even persuasive, just my simple opinion....

i loved the first film, The Cabinet of Dr. Calighari, ts very tim burton-esque, or tim burton is very wiene-esque, whatever. it just the same, the crooked doors, the dark almost empty sets, the dark, yet vivid background. not to mention the plot, love the ending. very unique. i guess im biased sinced it the first film i saw, and also the first ever art film to be made, or so the german bald guy claimed. the music was okay, by SAGO, but sometimes the music overpowers the voice of the girl reading the script (whatever she's reading) and it gets too loud. i did not mention this until i heard the other.

i honestly did not like TABU, i got bored, and even with the music, although Bo Razon has got some really impressive credentials, but i was really not impressed with movie nor music.

The Golem on the other hand, being a folklore has a very preachy ending, but i really enjoyed the music of DRIP, the first time i heard music like that live, thank God, for Ayka, she was explaining to me, what break beats was or drum and bass or whatever, and only the Drip vocalist's voice of the four was heard, her voice reminded me of "five years" of sugar hiccups, but creepier, since it was coupled with an almost creepy story. The movie had some unintentionally funny scenes like the book that suppose to give life to the dead things was called or titled "the art of giving life to dead things" (prizes for being too literal?)

Asphalt, was a love story, he mets her, they fell in love, third party came, guy sacrificed, then the girl sacrificed, it was like an old star cinema production, but better because it was accompanied by Cythia alexander, though not impressed with her set, but still, she is Cynthia Alexander...

cant wait till next year's german film fest...

Bernice and Alex

Bernic and Alex... whoever you are i will be forever grateful...

this is about the german silent film fest, we saw (thats me, nikko, and ayka) the cabinet of Dr. Calighari with musical accompaniment of radioactive sago project, then the next was Tabu, live music by Bo Razon and his students form UP. third is The Golem, music by Drip. the last to be shown, which was september 5, was Asphalt, a love story, music by cynthia alexander. Unfortunately, the tickets were sold out at around 5:40pm, an exact time, ayka, who works near greenbelt arrived there at around six. i was still in my criminal law class when they texted me. aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... fuck talaga, we were there for three consecutive weeks, and then suddenly, kami naubusan... so i still went to greenbelt, i still went there, to join the others in mourning... when i got there we decide to just go there and ask if we can still convince the people , we have a lot of plans, desperate and ridiculous plans, from creating a diversion to begging for tickets from the bald german guy. of course none worked... it was i and nikko who actually talked to this german guy, and told us to wait... get this... "for the whole year..." so much for begging. ayka, nikko and his rocker sister, Donna, decided to buy stuff, food and medicine downstairs, i on the other hand decided to stay... and boy, was that decision right... a girl came late, and her ticket was with her friend already inside cinema 2, i was just walking, more like hovering around...

then the girl asked me:

"do you want tickets?"

whoa! surreal feeling, kasi i was about to let go and give up, then suddenly this girl is asking me if i WANT tickets... so i said yes. (duh) .... and i asked thier names, which was of course, Bernice and Alex... and we get to see the fourth and last film... haaaay.... peace, world peace....

present was of course, still. khavn delacruz, gelo suarez, kidlat de guia, alexis tioseco and others...

college familar was also there, ezra and nadia... (with bangs this time)