Thursday, December 31, 2015
thanksgiving
O God, the beginning and the end of all things,
Who art always the same, and
Whose years fail not,
we now, at the close of another year,
kneel in adoration before Thee, and
offer Thee our deepest thanks for the fatherly care
with which Thou has watched over us during the past,
for the many times Thou hast protected us from evils of soul and body,
and for the numberless blessings,
both temporal and spiritual,
which Thou hast showered upon us.
May it please Thee to accept the homage of our grateful hearts
which we offer Thee in union
with the infinite thanksgiving of Thy divine Son,
our Lord Jesus Christ,
Who with Thee liveth and reigneth forever and ever.
Amen.
Who art always the same, and
Whose years fail not,
we now, at the close of another year,
kneel in adoration before Thee, and
offer Thee our deepest thanks for the fatherly care
with which Thou has watched over us during the past,
for the many times Thou hast protected us from evils of soul and body,
and for the numberless blessings,
both temporal and spiritual,
which Thou hast showered upon us.
May it please Thee to accept the homage of our grateful hearts
which we offer Thee in union
with the infinite thanksgiving of Thy divine Son,
our Lord Jesus Christ,
Who with Thee liveth and reigneth forever and ever.
Amen.
elephant
Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is "elephant".
- Charlie Chaplin
... one of the unexpected sights in bangkok's christmas extravaganza. great!
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
station eleven
i
long wanted to finish this book. given to me by james during our 2014
christmas dinner, i was excited to start
flipping thru its pages and i finally finished it about 5 months ago (yeah,
only writing about it now!). like i've said, it takes me a whole lot of time to
finish a book. this is because the boobtube almost always wins and i get tv-ed.
it's always a milestone when i get to finish one… so congratulations is in
order.
when
i drew its 333rd page, it was if i said goodbye to a friend. i guess
that's what happens when you had a great time reading a book. kirsten raymonde's
odyssey into a world after almost 99% of the population were wiped out by a flu
plague was quite a journey for me as well. in the order (after the plague), she
became involved with the travelling symphony, a group of performers roaming
america's new frontier towns to perform shakespearean materials, stopping by
into these towns for a while and then moving on to another. the greater part of
mendel's narrative switches from the world before the plague and after it when
raymonde and the travelling symphony traverses the deserted towns of america
looking for a safer haven. the ending was all about surviving when majority of
survivors were all disillusioned and would do anything, including blindly
following a "new age leader", in order to stay alive.
while
i didn't like the way she ended the book, emily st. john mendel perfectly put
together a tale that started with the death of an actor while performing on
stage and how intertwining lives were connected by one single event that led to
the demise of human civilization as we know it today. through seemingly unrelated
characters and events, the lives of individuals in a flatter world in 2000s,
were interconnected. everyday issues on relationships and failures of which, as
well as common career concerns have been given light. of course, the eternal
message on familial ties, community-based ties and the powers that govern these
have been key themes of the book. culture, media and the arts are in the middle
of this tale, which makes it relatable to anyone living in this great age of
creative disruption. but i guess mendel's message here is that even with man's
greatest inventions, everything can we be erased in no time and man will go
back to his past ways… horse driven carriages, manual drawings of graphic
novels and to his primitive roots of looking up the sky for guidance and how to
make sense of what happened.
angkor wat
simbolo ng isang lipi
malaon nang nabaon sa sipi.
ngunit muling natuklasan
salamat sa dayuhang salansan.
ngayon ay dolyares ang hatid
sa bansang dati'y nakapinid.
minsan isang ilang
nadatnan at pumainlanlang.
sa lunan ng matandang kabihasnan
at kamakailan lang ay karahasan.
dolyares pa rin ang may salita
kapalit nito'y karanasang pambalita.
o angkor wat
salamat at ika'y nasipat.
walang katulad
puno ng tanawing mapalad.
templong ikaw ang magsasawa
ngunit mananatili sa taal na pang-unawa.
malaon nang nabaon sa sipi.
ngunit muling natuklasan
salamat sa dayuhang salansan.
ngayon ay dolyares ang hatid
sa bansang dati'y nakapinid.
minsan isang ilang
nadatnan at pumainlanlang.
sa lunan ng matandang kabihasnan
at kamakailan lang ay karahasan.
dolyares pa rin ang may salita
kapalit nito'y karanasang pambalita.
o angkor wat
salamat at ika'y nasipat.
walang katulad
puno ng tanawing mapalad.
templong ikaw ang magsasawa
ngunit mananatili sa taal na pang-unawa.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
happy holidays
Happy New Year from the super trees of Gardens by the Bay!
i have been to singapore a number of times already but haven't had the chance to be at gardens by the bay... so big thanks to the wonderful Mabs for taking time to show me around and let me visually sample this uber nice place.
mr. holmes
a
delightful film, mr. holmes gives another memorable look at the famed sherlock
holmes character and movie series. this time, it is the great gandalf himself,
ian mckellen, essaying both 60 year old and 93 year old detective holmes.
sherlock returns from japan, where he searched for a rare plant that possesses
potent restorative qualities. he has retired to the sussex seaside and spends
his days nurturing the bees. he lives with his widowed housekeeper (played by
laura linney) and her young son, roger (played by milo parker). detective
holmes struggles with his aging mind and has now being haunted by the memories
of the last case he handled, which he failed to solve. he tries to write what
truly happened and through his newfound friendship with roger, he slowly
uncovers the answers to this tale of whodunit, his last one.
mr.
holmes was anchored on the great ian mckellen. even without the great aging
ability of his makeup, he captured the physicality required to give life to mr.
holmes in two different times on the character's life. sir ian was thoroughly
engaging the whole time, giving us the cheekier side, the sharp detective trait
and loving, longing and fragile aspect of mr. holmes. his mr. holmes is a great
addition to the tale of the world's most famous detective in fictional history
and should be rewarded with nods. laura linney is good as always but it would
have been better if they cast british actresses such as emily watson or
samantha morton. i just felt that she was too "warm" to be an uptight
and supposedly sad housekeeper. milo parker on the other hand, was spot on as
roger.
at
times, poignant but more often low key and unassuming, the movie was greatly
helped by carter burwell's music. beautiful british seaside scenery was
stunningly captured and through meticulous set and costume designs, had brought
audiences back to 1947 and earlier. nothing fancy about the characters' lines
and this made it even better, as i imagine a normal everyday conversation would
go.
mr. holmes is sentimental
but not sugar-popped. the film succeeded in blending sherlock holmes' mystery
tale as we know it with a narrative of an aging man, whose mind power slowly
degenerates. its ending showed that even in one's twilight years, it is never
too late to make amends for missteps in the past and more importantly, forge new
and meaningful relationships.
Suvarnabhumi
funny how we fail to appreciate things when we often see it. funny how despite many times in this place, this is the only time i actually marveled at its grid lines and different colors of its empty seats early in the morning.
big thanks to its welcoming gates... despite the long lines in its immigration counters, bangkok and the rest of thailand always give me a great sense of adventure and relaxation. visual and gastronomic feast, that bangkok feeling never gets old... the funny feeling of getting mixed between "your first time there" and being "at home". till next time, city of smiles!
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
burak
may
paghahati ng sangkalupaan. may biyak sa talampas. may awang sa pagitan ng mga
bundok.
may
pag-apaw ng ilog sa kanyang sabang. may nag-aalimpuyong bagyo. may di taal na
kalma bago ang pagdating nito.
may
dilim na muling nagbabadya. may lasong kumakalat sa himpapawid. may panibagong lagim
sa dakong ito.
nagbabago
na nga ang ihip ng hangin. pagbabagong tumataklob sa anumang liwanag. unti-unti
ito, di dagli. ngunit tiyak na isa na namang itong nakauut-ot ng tuwa sa puso
ninuman. karimlan ay naririto na naman.
nasa
kaharian pa rin ngunit nasa kabilang ibayo… malayo na nga sa landas ang demona.
nagkaroon ng liwanag sa pagdating ng mandaragat. subalit nasawata ito. sandali
lamang ang kanyang paglagi at di siya nagtagumpay sa pagpapaalpas ng mga
maiitim na nilalang sa kaharian. at bunga ng kanyang pagyao, nagkaroon ng
kapangyarihan ang isang eps na yari sa burak na nabuo sa tulong ng mambabarang.
at ito ang bagong nazgul na nagnanais na maging morgoth.
di
tulad ng demona na walang wawa ang atake, ang eps ay unti-unti ang pagsawata sa
mga tao. marami na rin itong napayukod sa kanyang maliit na kuweba. di nga lang
dama ng marami dahil kubli ito sa mata ng karamihan. ngunit tulad ng demona,
taglay din nito ang lason… ang kamandag na kikitil sa buhay ninuman. may angkin
itong pangil na nakakubli ngunit maaaring kumagat sa di inaasahang panahon. at
higit sa lahat… kung ang demona ay mala-dementor sa pagsimsim sa tuwa ng nais
nitong kitlan ng buhay, ang eps naman ay kumikitil sa pamamagitan ng
unti-unting pagtaklob sa anumang liwanag at maaaring panggalingan nito. kunwari'y
mabait at purong kasiyahan ang dala ngunit ang totoo, wala itong pakialam sa
masasagasaan o matatabunan ng kanyang burak kung ang kapalit nito'y dagdag na
kapangyarihan mula sa huklubang mambabarang.
halos
tatlong siglo ang hinintay nito bago tuluyang alisin ang mantong nagkukubli sa
kanyang tunay na katauhan. ngunit nang pakawalan ang kanyang tangang kamandag,
todo-bigay ito! walang anumang pasubali. lahat ay damay. walang di
masasagasaan. walang di matatakluban. tulad ng kapag nawawalan bigla ng
kuryente dala ng unos, damang-dama ang kanyang kamandag… dagli at walang
kaabug-abog.
ito
na nga ang bagong kabanata sa laro ng trono sa banda rito. kung walang
salbabidang maihahagis tulad ng galing sa mandaragat… panahon na upang magpatiagos
at humanap ng ibang tuyong dalampasiga't kapatagan.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Kibila Beach
Camiguin's giant clam sanctuary.
Kibila white beach. Guinsiliban, Camiguin.
Lifeguard.
Baywatch.
03 November 2015.
Kibila white beach. Guinsiliban, Camiguin.
Lifeguard.
Baywatch.
03 November 2015.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Monday, December 7, 2015
Nacpan
matinding hilahil ang babakahin,
turan ng mga tsuper malapit sa baybayin.
malayo ito, di sakop ng madalas na lakad,
mahirap ang daan at mahal ang paggalugad.
matindi ang tanggi,
todo-todo ang paanggi.
ngunit nagpumilit at di nagpatalo,
pumailanlang at nagpahibalo.
tunay ngang madawag ang daan,
lubak-lubak ang lansangan.
ngunit di naman suntok sa buwang madatnan,
di naman ganoon kalayo sa kabayanan.
tahimik na pahimakas ang alay,
mabining kaangkinan ang taglay.
payapang dalampasigan,
sariwang hangin at maayong karagatan.
mahabang buhanginan,
sinamahan pa ng kambal na kagandahan.
tila ayaw nang humiwalay,
sa paraisong pumawi ng lumbay.
paanong isang araw lamang,
gayong buwan ang binilang.
dapithapon, bakit ka pa dumating,
at kailangan pang pumatling.
nacpan, nacpan,
sa dakong hilaga ng palawan.
bukod-tangi ang iyong yumi't ganda,
ligaya ang dulot sa bawat banda.
kaysarap balikan ng iyong dapithapon,
malapit na muling magpatilapon.
turan ng mga tsuper malapit sa baybayin.
malayo ito, di sakop ng madalas na lakad,
mahirap ang daan at mahal ang paggalugad.
matindi ang tanggi,
todo-todo ang paanggi.
ngunit nagpumilit at di nagpatalo,
pumailanlang at nagpahibalo.
tunay ngang madawag ang daan,
lubak-lubak ang lansangan.
ngunit di naman suntok sa buwang madatnan,
di naman ganoon kalayo sa kabayanan.
tahimik na pahimakas ang alay,
mabining kaangkinan ang taglay.
payapang dalampasigan,
sariwang hangin at maayong karagatan.
mahabang buhanginan,
sinamahan pa ng kambal na kagandahan.
tila ayaw nang humiwalay,
sa paraisong pumawi ng lumbay.
paanong isang araw lamang,
gayong buwan ang binilang.
dapithapon, bakit ka pa dumating,
at kailangan pang pumatling.
nacpan, nacpan,
sa dakong hilaga ng palawan.
bukod-tangi ang iyong yumi't ganda,
ligaya ang dulot sa bawat banda.
kaysarap balikan ng iyong dapithapon,
malapit na muling magpatilapon.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
timbuktu
di
kalayuan sa matandang lungsod ng timbuktu, mali, naninirahan ang bedouing pastol
na si kidane kasama ang kanyang maybahay, anak na babae at ang kanilang 12
taong gulang na tagapastol. sa mismong kabayanan, naghahari ang mga jihadista
na nagbabawal sa anumang tawanan, musika, paninigarilyo at maging soccer. sa
bawat araw ay maraming di makatarungang hatol ang mala-juntang namumuno at
sinumang mangahas na sumalungat ay tiyak na mauutas. 80 latigo para sa isang
babaing nakipagkantahan sa kanyang sariling bahay at 40 latigo para sa isang
naglalaro ng soccer. maging ang tindera ng isda ay may parusa dahil sa kawalan
ng ng guwantes. sa kanilang paghahari, pilit nilang binubura ang kultura sa
pamamagitan ng pagbaril sa mga iskultura. sa kawalan ng katarungan, ang pamilya
na nga lang yata ni kidane ang nananatili sa bahaging iyon ng mali.
dahil
nasa gilid lamang ng timbuktu, payapa ang pamumuhay ni kidane at ng kanyang
pamilya hanggang mapatay niya ang isang mangingisda dahil sa sigalot tungkol sa
kanyang pastulan para sa mga baka at baklad na gamit naman ng mangingisda. hinuli
si kidane at ipiniit, nahatulang mamatay at nadamay pa ang kanyang maybahay. sa
huli, ang paunang eksenang ukol sa gazelle at kung paanong di ito dapat barilin
agad at hayaang mapagod hanggang mamatay ay tungkol sa pala sa anak ni kidane
na si toya.
sa
pambukas na montahe pa lang ng timbuktu, pundamentalismong base sa relihiyon
ang direktang mensahe nito. saktong kontrast ang natural na ganda ng timbuktu
sa dinaranas na kalupitan ng mga nananahan dito. tagumpay ang pelikula sa
paghahanay ng estetikong yumi at kawalang dangal ng mga naghahari. mula sa
arkitekturang malaon nang bahagi ng dangal ng mali hanggang sa kagandahan ng
kalupaan nito at sa hambing-hambing na kulay ng disyerto at ilog, pawang
hinayang at hinagpis ang madarama ng manonood sa tunggaliang ito. sa paglalahad
ng tila di magkakaugnay na mga montaheng ito at pagsentro sa kinahinatnan ni
kidane at kanyang pamilya, nahaylayt kung paanong ang hibla ng komunidad ay
nalalason ng tunggak na pagtanggap sa radikal na paraan ng pananampalataya. oo
nga't sumentro ang pelikula sa mga biktimang tulad ni kidane at iba pa, balanse
ang atake nito sa paglalahad ng humanidad maging ng mga jihadista. sa likod ng
bulag na pagsunod sa namumuno, na maaaring dala ng ibang salik tulad ng
pagkakaroon ng kapangyarihan o pangkalahatang paraan upang mabuhay at
manatiling buhay, di tuluyang nakukubli ng mga ito ang taal na hilig sa musika
at palakasan – mga bagay na nagpapatotoo sa ating pang-araw-araw na humanidad.
sa sunod-sunod na mga hanay ng karahasan at kawalan ng katarungan ay isang mahusay na tuluyang kuwento ng halaga ng pamilya, kung ano ang maaaring isugal ng bawat isa para sa kapakanan ng mga mahal sa buhay at ang masaklap na epekto ng tuwirang pagwasak sa lipunan sa ngalan ng radikalismo. mabigat ang pakiramdam na iiwan nito sa manonood dahil batid nating ito'y nangyayari sa maraming bahagi ng mundo sa ngayon. maraming biktima ng radikal na interpretasyon ng islam, kahit na nga ang tunay na islam ay tungkol sa pagkakapantay-pantay, humanidad at paggalang sa kapwa't buhay ng bawat isa.
goodnight mommy
slow
buildup leading to a squirm-inducing ending. that was what goodnight mommy was
all about. all throughout its almost two-hour run, all i felt was unease and
discomfort. it was not your usual horror fare where there was a ghost that
haunts the main characters. what it leaves you is that eerie thought that a
loved one can and may cause harm on you. there were many moments that left me
squirming and the ride was all good.
this
movie is about twin boys who live in a countryside home, they spend time
playing with each other during summer break. their mother, an actress and a
well-known celebrity, is unrecognizable after undergoing a radical medical
procedure to repair her heavily damaged face due an accident. the twins are certain
that the woman they come to live with is not their real mother. this is where
the terror started… especially when the twins bound, gagged and shockingly
glued the mother's lips. one of the squirm-inducing moments of the movie was
when the twins cut the mother's lips and blood came out squirting. the body
horror was not out of this world and its simplicity made it even more
frightening because audiences can relate to this.
it
is a well made film, the director perfectly executed subtle hints of horror in
its first half before opening a good half of frightening horror. the dullness of
countryside and modern style of the home were instrumental in creating an
uncomfortable setting. the use of venetian blinds and the nighttime shots
heightened the spookiness of the movie. then another master stroke was offered
via an amusing 5-minute scene with two red cross workers. it was funny, yes.
but it did not in any way diminish the horror and even eerily contrasted with
the ending when the twins burned their mother to death and the twist was
finally revealed that the other twin was already dead. of course, the acting
was superb as the twins' faces devoid of any empathy perfectly contrasted with
that of the mother who had to deal with the terror brought on by her own son.
goodnight
mommy is one of the most compelling horror films i have seen. it's an absolute
must-see, an emotionally draining ride into the darker realm of european countryside
living.