Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Lightning Crashes

Two possible nightmares during the enlistment period - 1) a hold order due to absent-mindedness or 2) a terrible random number. The first one happened to me during second sem, freshman year with my first batch random number.
This time, it's the 2nd nightmare that has become reality. Like a flock of vultures feeding on the remains, us fourth batch kids get the unwanted hassle schedules and 'terror' professors.
Unless you are really really lucky, I guess every Atenean has to experience the dread of being last batch for enlistment. Unfortunately, this semester has core subjects like Theo 131 (Hello marriage and sexuality!) and Philippine History (very limited knowledge in this subject), it marks the shortcomings of a very hectic semester.


Super frustrated after enlisting. Oh well. You gotta experience being in the last batch at some point, right?

Correction: Borja's class is only 1 hour


At first, I didn't mind having two terror profs if I got my desired Comm electives. Unfortunately, the writing classes I wanted ran out and I had to change my Interdisciplinary Approach to Lit & Film due to conflicts with Histo/Theo. 
With the EB Race coming soon and the possibility of overloading another major elective, this will definitely be an interesting semester to look forward to.

Here's to the last semester before senior year (hello thesis!)

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Grades, Grades, Grades

Just got my grades for the first sem today and let's just say I achieved my goal for the semester :)


Knowing that four semesters ago, I didn't really pay much attention to such numbers. In other words, just as long as I didn't fail and breathed with a sigh of relief towards the subjects I completely loathed and barely just passed (hello Math, Chemistry and History).  

It was only until recently when I shifted my priorities towards academics. I don't like saying that I'm being grade-conscious right now, but let's just say that I eventually realized how graduation is coming soon and that my own future is drawing near. Also, how much my parents have done to make sure that I would go to a great school. 

While grades are important to a certain level, I don't want it to control my life to point where I throw a bitch fit if I don't see that A in my quiz/assignment/paper unless it's something I put a whole lot of effort into. I've been a witness to this occurrence many times and I've bitten my tongue out of annoyance to tell that person to embrace the tough luck and just shut up.


After all, it's learning for the experience and not to score a higher QPI which really matters the most. Just as long as I'm able to balance/juggle my other priorities and relax once in awhile, I'll let it slide. 

Other than that, the sweet feeling of accomplishment is well worth the sacrifices I've made this semester. 


Saturday, October 23, 2010

The Places that You Have Come to Fear the Most



"I want to draw something that means something to someone. I want to draw blind faith or a fading summer, or just a moment of clarity. It's like, when you go and see a really great band live for the first time and you know, and nobody's saying it, but everyone's thinking it, we have something to believe in again. I want to draw that feeling, but I can't. And if I can't be great at it, then I don't want to ruin it. It's too important to me."
Peyton Sawyer, One Tree Hill

I found this scene with Peyton and Lucas rather powerful. It's from the second episode of the first season. I don't want to bore you with the details if you're not a OTH fan, but the scene is when Peyton explains to Lucas why she refuses to submit her drawings to a local publication, despite him insisting her to do so.

This is how I feel with writing sometimes. Like when it's out there in the open for judgment, it's never the way I imagined it.  There's so much things that I want to write about and convey the eager expressions but then it feels like it's never enough. There were several occurrences where I end up erasing the post I write here because it doesn't seem to feel right.

Maybe blogging is a way of selling out to yourself. You start off with the intentions of showing off who you are , that's why many of us have blogs in the first place. By doing so, you craft it in such a way where people can understand and relate to it. In the process however, the initial raw energy of such documenting and capturing an important life event or thought soon becomes distorted.You wonder whether you are really writing for yourself or for an audience out there.
Maybe, it's as simple as determining the things that are better left unsaid. 

Thursday, October 21, 2010

From a Balance Beam

I love this picture (taken from Tumblr)
To enjoy life is that you need to have balance everything that it has to offer you - from religion/spirituality,family, friends, academics, org work, love, career and so forth. It's all about maintaining that equilibrium. Call it time management or setting the priorities straight, it's a trait I strive to acquire soon.

I wonder how some people do it, it seems like they have it all. Excellent grades in school whilst maintaining a social life and being active org works,  with a good support system of friends, family and boy/girlfriend. Let's face it we're not all like Wonder Woman or Chris Tiu (sorry, I really don't know anyone else who can have the never-ending list of achievements like him). 

I believe that just as long as we know what we want and enjoy in life, that's when the seed for greatness is thrown in the ground. You just have to add motivation and determination, with a pinch of luck to let it grow.

Here's something I found from Tumblr, with a few lines of my added thoughts :)

The Nine Aspects of Life 
By William Arthur Ward
The adventure of life is to learn.
Expose yourself and savor everything to what the world and its imperfections will throw at you.
The purpose of life is to grow.
Growing up doesn't mean to only graduate, get a good job, raise a family, etc but rather to grow as a person that you strive to be.
The nature of life is to change.
Don't expect to stay behind the lines all times. Sometimes, you must go beyond your routine to experience something substantial. 
The challenge of life is to overcome.
When you fall, get ready to wipe your sore knees and tears. It's only a matter of time before you get up and going. Like I always say this to my close friends, 'One day, you'll look back at this and laugh'.
 The essence of life is to care.
I don't believe that a person will truly enjoy life without support from loved ones. Whether it comes in the form of family, friends or a significant other, the feeling of loving someone is an absolute necessity in life (whether you admit it or not).
The opportunity of life is to serve.
It's also equally important to help the less unfortunate. The next time you want to complain that you don't have the latest gadget or designer top, remember there are people out there who don't have the simple luxuries that you often forget to appreciate.
The secret of life is to dare.
Dare yourself to go out of bounds. It's not about playing it safe all the time.
The spice of life is to befriend.
True friends are golden. They are the ones who you go to for a dose of laughter, tears, and understanding.
The beauty of life is to give. 
From what I learned in my Philosophy 101 class, treat expression as an art/culture instead of labor.  

Monday, October 18, 2010

Now That You're Home

Taken two sembreaks ago in the condo by the lovely Yvette Brutas
Ahh, sembreak. A much-deserved break from the academics, drama and everything else in between. So far, being back at home, nothing significant has happened. Other than stuffing myself with home-cooked meals and lazing around, I haven't been out and about quite yet. Let's just stick to being a coach potato for few more days, shall we? When I'm within the confinements of my home, there's the tendency to be antisocial. All I want to do is to stay in, pig out and catch up on my DVD viewing.

A bajaj on the run! The equivalent of a trike as a mode of transportation in Manila
Typhoon Juan/Megi is currently dominating the headline news. As of now, it's expected to hit in the North-Luzon area of the Philippines. According to CNN, the super-typhoon to be the worst storm in 15 years. From the news I've been reading and watching, the disaster response team has been successful in evacuating civilians from their homes to safer ground but it's too soon to tell.
I really wish the time the storm passes through, the civilians will still have homes to go to. Times like these make you appreciate that there is still a place you can still call home.
Hopefully, it won't be another Typhoon Ondoy.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Singapore, I Love You

Singapore is my gateway to paradise. Our only first-world neighboring country has it all - a fusion of Asian culture, modernity and sophistication. Not to mention it's a true shopper's paradise. It's a place where our family vacations would usually start off before going to Bangkok or Manila. We would spent a couple nights here with a shopping spree around Orchard and then a trip to Sentosa every now and then. Now, it's a place for transit before going back to Jakarta and/or Manila. Initially this time, I planned to stay in a coffee shop in the airport with caffeine, baked confectionaries and free wifi keeping me busy for six hours. Once I checked out of the immigration line, the adventurous side of me took over.
The reasons why I love traveling to Singapore alone is because simply because, I can truly enjoy safe independence of wandering in a foreign place, being isolated from any means of communication and exercising my time management skills a little bit.
Note: Pictures were all grabbed from the internet. I didn't take any of these!
They say that you can judge what a country will be like from its airport. This is definitely true for Singapore because the first step you take inside the airport and you can sense and see the orderliness and efficient the country is. The immigration process will take you probably less than a minute if you follow the proper procedures.
 Efficiency and orderliness truly defines the SMRT transportation system. Affordable and also reliable mode for transportation around the small city. The perfect place for people-watching/observing (discreetly, of course). You can be a witness to the blending pot of all ethnic groups - Chinese, Indians, Westerners and Filipinos all come together.


Even though my actions may scream out 'tourist', from clutching an Essential Singapore Guide pamphlet and glancing at the MRT map every 15 seconds to make sure I was going on the right way, I didn't care.

Strolled along in Orchard Road. Bought a dollar ice-cream (mint choco-chip!) sandwich from the street vendor, who I still remember back in previous family vacations.

Next time I'll try places a bit more offbeat like Bugis or Chinatown. Hopefully, I'll definitely check out museums and nightlife in the future.
1-Altitude, the world's highest al-fresco bar. Who wouldn't want to see a breathtaking view of the whole city here?  
A museum on the history of peranakans (early Chinese and South-Indian descendants) that explores their culture, rituals, traditions and history
 Farewell, Singapore. Until next time!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Crafting the potential for the Filipino film

Something I wrote for my final Asian Cinema paper. 


           The world of cinema is a gateway, a figment of one’s imagination. Oftentimes, we watch films for leisure – to immerse ourselves in a temporary escapade from the troubles and pressures we find ourselves in. For a momentary period, we find a strong connection to the characters as they go through a whirlwind of life’s state of affairs – we laugh when they find themselves in a funny situation, cry because of their failures and frustrations, gasp in horror when they suddenly find themselves in a situation that’s more than they bargained for.
         Thanks to the astounding technological combination of image and sound, a story can be told in an enchanting way where another medium, let’s say a radio or a mere picture simply cannot interpret.
There is no doubt that films serve as reflection of a country’s culture. Aside from the blockbusters and romantic comedies that Hollywood offers or the quintessential European films that may portray artistic movements like the new wave or expressionism, Asian cinema is also making a firm stamp on the film industry. 
The diverse world of Asian cinema happens to echo a nation’s unique cultural background. Simply said, a film from China will give a viewer a different experience with a film made in Thailand. Films from Japan like Shall We Dansu and Departures exemplify the high influence of respect and image that the country is often distinguished for. In films from the Middle East, like Iran’s Children of Heaven and Afghanistan’s Kite Runner, the political turmoil plays an immense role in the storyline. It is their manner to tell a story in a humanizing perspective, something that you won’t get from the daily news.
There is one common thing that has been the recurring theme in the contemporary Asian films watched in class – a collectivist culture that has struggled to sustain itself through the modern times, especially when it comes to societal norms and family relationships. This exemplifies the fact that despite the thousands of miles that separate each country in the Asian region, family love and togetherness is simply boundless.
In the Taiwanese movie Eat, Drink, Man and Woman shows the struggle between an estranged father and his three daughters, seeking to find both acceptance and independence into womanhood. Chen Kiage’s Together, revolves around a father who would do anything for his son, a prodigy violinist, to make his talents heard.  Such storylines can be applicable to the Filipino viewer;  topped with the theme of a family’s undying love for each other will triumph in the end.
One of the main reasons why the Philippine film industry is not flourishing on an international level is because it is still struggling to find its own identity. Other Asian countries have already achieved this. Bollywood films with their sudden burst of song-and-dance numbers. Films from Japan reflect on its high standards of conforming to societal image and reputation. Films from the Middle East portray humanizing stories amidst political instability.
So what exactly is the trademark of the Filipino film?
Filipino films nowadays do not hesitate to address the poverty and working-class culture which mirrors an indispensable bearing in a Southeast-Asian third world country. From the shots of slums scattered within the city to the blue-collared jobs they take to make ends meet not only for themselves, but also for their families too.  Such candid facts about the Philippine society have the utmost potential to tell a story of disoriented passion, struggles and desperation. Nevertheless, the film industry is constantly overshadowed by films that can be defined as the total opposite of meaningful.
La Visa Loca gives us a pragmatic and honest portrayal of how working-class Filipinos live in a comedic context. Robin Padilla sheds off his macho action-figure persona in this film and portrays Jess Huson, a taxi driver with a nursing degree who dreams of migrating to the U.S to live with his girlfriend. From the pasyon chorus that continually pop out of nowhere and sing about Jess’s woes to the treatment towards the Westerners as if they were his superiors, it gives the audience viewer something to ponder about when the credits start to roll.  We don’t know whether to laugh or cry on our bemused state of a national identity.
Nevertheless, mainstream films like La Visa Loca only come out once in a blue moon. Let’s face it, our mainstream film industry does not thrive when it comes to artistic integrity and story content – bleak storylines, over-the-top cheesy romantic dramas and Western spinoffs constantly define the films that may flock to in cinemas. It sticks to lacklustre content and relies too much on slapstick humour that becomes repetitive on a daily basis. Ded na Si Lolo pokes fun at of Filipino culture. From the incessant fainting of the women to the homosexual brother who struts around in the flashiest outfits in the room during a time of a loved one’s departure, it goes to show that Filipinos simply have no difficulty in looking for humour when the going gets worse.
The independent film industry of the Philippines is where the real artistry of filmmaking prospers. Critically-acclaimed films like Jay provide fresh insight and artistic integrity, giving a glimmer of hope in the future. An eye-opener on the country’s use of sensationalism in journalism nowadays, it is able to portray multi-faceted characters in the Philippine society. What we need now are more films like Jay and not ones that rely on mediocrity – films that rely on a celebrity’s status to generate high earnings and stereotypical, one-dimensional characters. Films that show the audience what the real characteristics, the struggles and daily realities of a Filipino should be the ones that epitomize the trademark of this country’s film industry.
While films in India have their song-and-dance routines figured out, the Middle East films giving a humanistic portrayal amidst the political turmoil and Korean films balancing sentimentality and comedy, a majority of Asian countries have found their niche when it comes to films. In order for our film industry to flourish, it must identify and then become comfortable with its own identity, which can be reflected through the brilliant art of filmmaking. Remember, these are the mediums that will forever be a testament and expression of the nation’s culture distinctiveness through the test of time.



Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Asian Cinema - The Experience in Words

I know that Teacher's Day had already passed, but here's something on a professor here in the Ateneo that have made significant impact on my life, Fr. Nick Cruz. This was product of reflecting while writing my final requirements for my Asian Cinema class,which he currently teaches.  
Couldn't find any pictures of him actually teaching a class, so this will make do 
As part of my research for the paper, I Google-d Fr. Nick Cruz and found an article entitled, 'Making Movies Matter' in the Daily Inquirer (that happened to be written by my former Lit teacher back in freshman year) that celebrated his festschrift launch and commemorated his 60th year as a Jesuit priest and professor in the Ateneo. A late bloomer of knowledge I am, looking at his past achievements and credentials made me realize how much he contributed for the Philippines film industry. 
Initially, I didn't intend on enlisting for Asian Cinema as an Com elective. Thanks to a class that got dissolved at the last minute, I eventually picked his class to cater the film buff side of me.
As a Com major mixing Ad & PR/Journ tracks, I was a bit disappointed at first since I didn't have any classes from the Journalism track. Nevertheless, since the grading requirements for this class was mostly from the reflection papers we write, the writer inside of me was satisfied.
Out of the all the classes this semester, I have to admit that Asian Cinema would probably be the most laid-back. Why? Because those who have attended his cinema classes would agree that all you have to do is to submit reflection papers and not exceed the maximum amount of cuts. It is up to you take that to your advantage, grade-wise or in terms of appreciation for culture.
As a writer for g, conveying your personality through the gift of words is important. Through his reflection papers, it helped me break the bounds and craft ideas that inputs expression to a whole new level.
So what can I say about him as a teacher? He's simply a likeable and interesting character. He may not be the most chatty professors but he possesses that aura of a man with great wit, and will only speak when he has to. One may wonder how his enthusiastic passion for film start because apart from being a long-time professor in the Ateneo, he is also a MTRCB (Movie and Television Review and Classification Board) board member. Other than that, he definitely knows what he's talking about when it comes to films and has a tendency to laugh at his own jokes. 
Unless you aren't a huge fan of watching films, you should definitely take his class but don't take it simply because you want an easy A though. Even though it is a  laidback class, take it because you want to take the art of film appreciation seriously. In a way, it allows you to teach yourself. The beauty of watching a good film and the way it captures emotion through the tapestry of image and sound is something highly intriguing. What can I say, it allowed me to deepen my appreciation for film and aware that there are so much films out there that go beyond what Hollywood has to offer.
After all, college education is not just about getting the grades but rather, finding what you are truly passionate about. For me, it has deepened my appreciation for films and brought me out of the bounds of the repetitive cycle of what Hollywood has to offer us.
Right now there are two prevalent thoughts, 1) I'm considering on being a serious film critic in the future but only when I achieve that certain level of influence in the media world and 2) Where can I get a copy of his 'Movies that Matter' festschrift?
Here are just some of the movies we watched:
This Korean melodrama was directed by Kwak Jae-yong, who also made My Sassy Girl. This was definitely my favorite since it had the right combination of sentimentality and comedy. 

A captivating story on a brother and his younger sister who loses his  shoes. A simple plot yes, but this goes to show how one man's trash is another person's treasure.
A local independent film that has already been making heads turn internationally. Director Francis Xavier Pasion happens to be a teacher (Indie Films) in Ateneo so he stopped by the day we watched this and talked about how it was based on his experiences.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Such Great Heights

My futile attempts in trying to comprehend 10 thesis statements for Philosophy 

I decided to spend this whole weekend in Aika's place to prepare for upcoming finals week. One last stretch and it's sembreak, baby! All I have to do is to write papers and get ready for an oral exam that honestly, I've been dreading for. It's the first time in my life to take an oral exam (there was this one time in high school when I had to enumerate the bones of the human body, but I wouldn't count that as one).
Hence the blog title, taken from the relatively popular song from the Postal Service. Philosophy is forcing me to take my extremely limited knowledge of the subject beyond the usual and in 'such great heights'. I can't expound my philosophical thoughts even further than this because I know I'll sound stupid so I'll just leave it dancing around my mind. 
I've got three statements down and I'm taking yet another undeserved break in the middle of the night. I figure some blogging therapy  and crafting incessant thoughts into words may help clear my mind. 
Some lingering thoughts
1) I just realized that this is the first weekend of this semester I spent in Aika's, and it's the probably last one. During sophomore year, it was relatively my second home. Long weekends, dress-ups days and post-hangover mornings were usually spent. Now, it's a resort for a desperate study session.
2) I simply cannot study in the dorm. There are so much distractions around, and being a messy-bessy like me, with all the clothes and trivial possessions scattered around my corner, it definitely does not set the mood for productive studying. 
3) Lately, I've been wondering how life would be different if I lived outside the dorm. I always wanted to know what's it like to have my own condo unit, but I'm sure it won't happen until post-graduation. As much as being a dormer has taught me so much lessons, I miss having quiet nights like this. Call me a loner, but when I have the dorm or house all to myself, I feel happy to be in control and free from anyone's command. Maybe it's just the overwhelming sensations from the stress levels talking, but we'll see.
4) I need a camera. I don't know why, but I just have this sudden urge to have one. Not to pursue a hobby of photography, but to post pictures in this blog (beside Google images and being a webcam whore) or get my current inactive Facebook albums up and running again.  

Pretty please wish me luck in Philo orals. I know that I express myself better through writing, but for 15 minutes of my life, please make me eloquent and not jumble up sentences (like I always do) or have dumbfounded moments. 
In the meantime, I'll shisha my troubles away for tonight =)




Sunday, October 3, 2010

Blame it.

Blame it on sheer coincidence. Blame it on the klepto who saw the opportunity to satisfy his/her selfish intentions. Blame it on the sheer carelessness. Most of all, blame it on myself. 
The materialistic value of it means nothing at all, but the invaluable fact that I keep disappointing you on a regular basis. It's like repeating mistakes will forever be stamped on my forehead.
I may not be the trustworthy or responsible one. Irrational choices and imprudence on the simplest things is something that I need to keep constant check with. You may call me the black sheep of the herd, which can be a double-edged sword.
I know you may be disappointed once again, but I will make it up to you.  One day, I will prove to you that I can change and that I truly appreciate everything that you had given me. I don't know how, but I promise I will. The value goes beyond a mere device and I know that you may not understand this if I tell you in person. I feel like I owe it to you.
In the end, I want you to be proud of me.
It just sucks that this just hit me after 19 years of living. 

Friday, October 1, 2010

Choco Topp Curse

As college students, we are faced with countless of stressful situations that make us reach for guilt-ridden fast food and sugary confectionaries for temporary comfort. Unfortunately for me, it has been a gateway for an unfortunate junk food addiction.
I blame my incompetency to study at the dorm and not in the library. Many times I choose my cluttered desk with scrap papers and random souvenirs that scream out distraction, rather than the tranquil surroundings of the library (not to mention, air-con). Despite my discrepancies for productive study sessions, the Choco Topps curse is something to blame for it.
When I see my Choco Topps stash, a sense of urgency to open one is overwelming. A snack session of these deliciously evil mass-produced cupcakes never fails to induce me to
1) feel bad about it afterwards
2) jog and then eat some more to compensate for the loss of energy
3) resort to unproductive activities and wait for the sugar high to subside
The core of all evil. 
I truly regret the day when my lips first touched a Choco Topp cupcake. A roommate offered me one last week when I was looking for a sugar fix to satisfy my PMS woes. After the first bite, what can I say? I was instantly hooked.
Every bite of a Choco Topp cupcake is simply indescribable. When you sink your teeth into the orgasmic chocolately goodness, it fills you with the surge of phenylephylamine and numbs the part of brain to let you know that calories are slowly adding up in your waistline.
As exceptional as the sugar high, it is parallel to the level of wretchedness when it wears off. When you see empty cupcake packets and the scattered crumbs on your shirt, that's when it hits you hard in the ass (in a possibly literal level) .
You may think that it's a complete exaggeration but when you finish three packs (one pack = 10 cupcakes) in less than a week, you may think otherwise.
Even though I understand that binge eating is completely acceptable during hell month, this is just completely overwhelming. PMS this time isn't to blame, but a poor will to succumb into unhealthy comfort food cravings.
Here's why I think Choco Topps are just so damn addicting:
1) It's cheap - Less than 50 bucks for a pack. The quality and taste is definitely worth it :)
2) It's easy to find - From the sari-sari store to Rustans, you can find these calorie-filled confectionaries anywhere.
3) It's delicious, 'nuff said - With just the right moisture in the chocolate cake, texture of the chocolate frosting, and the vanilla surprise in the center oozes with sugar heaven.

Okay, even blogging about it makes me crave for one. I long for the day where I can look back at this significant period and laugh. In the meantime...
Hi, I'm Angie and I'm a Choco Topps addict.