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hello, friends. my apologies for the lack of updates. this has been one of the best blogs i ever had. but sometimes, it's just time to move on...
| Sunday, September 25, 2005 |
thanks for being the person that you are.
for making me believe again.
for loving me the way that you do.
for making me look forward to every morning.
happy 1st, baby. c",.)
| Monday, September 12, 2005 |
maxi to the max at montreal
medyo late dahil kinulong ako sa kumbento ng isang linggo. hehe. sept 6, sulat mula kay raymond, ang dakilang pasimuno:
We won! Twelve hours ago at the closing ceremonies of the 29th Montreal World Film Festival, our little movie was proclaimed winner of the Golden Zenith award for Best First Fiction Feature.
The jury, composed of Godfrey Cheshire (United States), Loic Magneron (France) and Paul Toutant (Canada) announced the prize, saying: "For its impressive quasi-documentary style and its spirit of humanity and tolerance, the jury unanimously awards the Golden Zenith to "The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros" from the Philippines."
The jury said it was "impressed... with the quality of the films in the competition."
The Silver Zenith went to "Truth or Dare" from Germany, the Bronze to "London" from the United States and Honorable Mention to "My Brother"s Summer" from Italy.
Our director Aureaus Solito and I went up the stage to accept the trophy. Aureaus' voice broke with emotion and his speech moved many in the audience.
He said this honor was "empowering and inspiring to all independent filmmakers in the Philippines" and that digital filmmaking had "equalized expression in the Third World with that in First World countries."
He concluded: "We are poor but not in spirit."
~o~o~o~
naks! woohoo! ^_^
tama si raymond sa description nya: "little film". parang kailan lang, kami-kami lang yun na palagiang nagmi-meeting sa taas ng UFO art gallery ni raymond, nakaupo sa sahig kasi walang silya, tumitira ng walang-kamatayang "HAPPY" peanuts. ako pa yung nagpo-proxy ng "maxi" pag may dumadating para mag-audition for "victor". ah, those were the days. :)
mga napulot ko sa internet. pasintabi kay clangfu. sayang di tayo nag-abot sa production.
nude scene sa likod ng bahay ni aureaus
si raymond, bangag na bangag na. hehe
michiko at aureaus, discussing the film
| Friday, September 02, 2005 |
pagkat mahal ko na ang luneta
kapag sinabi ko sa iyo
ni gary granada
kapag sinabi ko sa iyo
na ika'y minamahal
sana'y maunawaan mo
na ako'y isang mortal
na hindi ko kayang abutin
mga bituin at buwan
di kaya ay sisirin
perlas ng karagatan
kapag sinabi ko sa iyo
na ika'y iniibig
sana'y maunawaan mo
na ako'y taga-daigdig
kagaya ng karamihan
karaniwang karanasan
dala dala kahit saan
pangaraw-araw na pasan
ako'y hindi romantiko
sa iyo'y di ko matitiyak
na 'pag ako'y kapiling mo
kailan may di ka iiyak
mga magandang hinaharap
sikapin nating maabot
ngunit kung hindi pa maganap
sanay wag mong ikalungkot
kapag sinabi ko sa iyo
na ika'y sinisinta
sana'y ibigin mo ako
mulat ang iyong mga mata
kayamanan kong dala
ay pandama't kamalayan
na natutunan sa iba
na nabighani sa bayan
halinat ating pandayin
isang malayang daigdig
upang doon payabungin
isang malayang pag-ibig
kapag sinabi ko sa 'yo
na ika'y sinusuyo
sana'y yakapin mo ako
kasama ang aking mundo.
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at maraming salamat po kay manong for the concern. hehehe. ;)
| Saturday, August 13, 2005 |
Help send "Maxie" to Montreal!
Watch the Special Screenings of "Ang Pagdadalaga ni
Maximo Oliveros" at U.P.
Cinemalaya Jury Prize winner "Ang Pagdadalaga ni
Maximo Oliveros" will have three special screenings at
2PM, 5PM, and 7PM on Saturday, August 20, at the U.P.
Film Institute Cine Adarna (formerly U.P. Film
Center), University of the Philippines campus in
Diliman, Quezon City.
The screenings are being held to raise funds for the
participation of the film in the coming Montreal World
Film Festival where it will compete against entries
from 14 other countries.
"Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros" screened to full
houses at the CCP and U.P. as one of the nine
full-length entries in the 1st Cinemalaya film
festival and competition.
In its limited run so far it has garnered rapturous
responses from audiences and critics alike.
Aside from winning the Cinemalaya Jury Prize, the film
was awardeed for Best Production Design (by Christina
Dy, Clint Catalan, and Lily Esquillon) and a special
citation awarded to first-time actor Nathan Lopez for
his breakthrough performance as Maximo Oliveros, a
pre-teen boy who falls in love with a policeman.
"Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros" is written and
produced by Michiko Yamamoto ("Magnifico") and Raymond
Lee ("Milan") of ufo Pictures and directed by
award-winning filmmaker Auraeus Solito.
The U.P. screenings will be subtitled in English so
foreign / non-Filipino speaking audiences are welcome.
Call the U.P. Film Institute for details – 9263640.
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we poor filmmakers need your support. please watch!
| Thursday, August 11, 2005 |
one more stick figure on your wall
the sky is dark, and the rain shall fall
one more soul to catch
one more soul to catch
why don't you stick around and watch?
you cared not if your lips bless her, head to feet
nor for your tongues to dance in a gentle beat
you've written her down
you've written her down
hugs and kisses, and smiles and frowns
the ghost of a lover at your beck and call
with the touch of your hand, flat upon the wall
she is read to life
she is read to life
ah, yet the girl is not your wife!
but she will be with you every night
head on your pillow, and your make believe fights
smell her hair
smell her hair
then turn to find the girl is not there
and in a small, lamp-lit room, far away
she will wake sobbing from a dream, and say,
"she could have been mine,
she could have been mine,
but she never believed in herself and i."
you turned your head, and bowed, and sighed
and walked away without ever saying why
she could've been yours
she could've been yours
but you just chose to close the door.
one more stick figure on your wall
the sky is dark, will you let the rain fall?
one more soul to catch
one more soul to catch
why don't you stick around and watch?
Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.
- Ronald E. Osborn
just to keep myself from feeling like i'm heading towards the woeful path of stagnation, i made a short reading list that should occupy me for quite a few weeks to come. see now, growth is good. this is scout on hyper-geek mode. ^_^
the techie stuff:
1) Flash MX Savvy / Ethan Watrall
2) PHP Scripting 101 / Vikram Vaswani
3) Visual C++ 6.0 Programmer's Guide / Beck Zaratian
4) Final Cut Pro 3 & the Art of Filmmaking / Jason Cranford Teague
the artsy stuff:
1) Typographics: The Art of Typography from Digital to Dyeline / Roger Walton
2) The Technique of Film Editing / Karel Reisz
3) Tuklas Sining: Essays on the Philippine Arts / Nicanor Tiongson
4) Making Documentaries & News Features in the Philippines / James Kenny
5) Guerilla Advertising / Jay Conrad Levinson
6) Film Art: An Introduction / David Bordwell & Kristin Thompson
7) Introduction to Photography / Rhode & McCall
the heavy stuff:
1) Unmasking the War on Terror: US Imperialist Hegemony and Crisis / Center for Anti-Imperialist Studies
2) Voices & Scenes of the Past: The Philippine American War Retold / Maria Serena L. Diokno
3) The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State / Frederick Engels
4) Anatomy of a War: Vietnam, the United States, and the Modern Historical Experience / Gabriel Kolko
the fun stuff:
1) Jane Eyre / Charlotte Bronte
2) I *heart* Huckabees / David O'Russell
3) I Am Sam / Jessie Nelson
4) Baraka / Ron Fricke
5) Punch Drunk Love / Paul Thomas Anderson
6) Dodes' Kaden / Akira Kurosawa
7) Seven Samurai / Akira Kurosawa
8) Rabbit Proof Fence / Phillip Noyce
9) Central Station / Walter Salles
10) The Birth of a Nation / D. W. Griffith
11) Red Beard / Akira Kurosawa
12) Umberto D. / Vittorio de Sida
13) Throne of Blood / Akira Kurosawa
14) The Gold Rush / Charles Chaplin
15) The Legend of 1900 / Giuseppe Tornatore
16) The Idiot / Akira Kurosawa
17) Trainspotting / Danny Boyle
18) 2001: A Space Odyssey / Stanley Kubrick
19) Dr. Strangelove / Stanley Kubrick
20) Eyes Wide Shut / Stanley Kubrick
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i think i might have forgotten how it is to sleep. orpheus, won't you please come visit?
 you hear it being echoed in all quarters, from the conservative right to the extremist left, from the wealthy few to the common man. with a profound respect uncommon in this day and age, the voices are all in agreement: he was the best and most qualified president we never had.
that this man did not get the chance to lead the country - after offering himself not just once, but twice - is a grave indictment of our society. that he was edged out by first, a popular actor later booted out of office because of corruption, and second, by an economist hell-bent on holding on to power despite admitting to an unforgivable lapse in judgement, speaks of who we are as an electorate, and of the tragedy of the prevailing system.
when i heard of his death being announced on television, i stared in disbelief. horror, even. we all knew of his prostate cancer, which his opponents used to their utmost advantage during the last elections, but still his loss was a reality that was hard to swallow. before i knew it, i was shedding tears, for a man who had a habit of speaking softly, but whose strength of character never failed to shine through.
he was the voice and force of reason in our maddening, troubled times - one of the few whom you could still place your trust to without guilt or trepidation. i am overwhelmed with sadness whenever i hear mention of his death. in the middle of the political crisis, his demise is like the last candle being blown out, giving way to darkness. one can only ponder what happens next.
raul roco was a statesman in the real sense of the word. in his life, he often spoke fondly of the youth. we, the future. we, the idealists. his is a legacy that will be very hard to match. i heard somebody say, "The outpouring of praise since Friday is thus doubly poignant; if these politicians had supported him then, perhaps, his fate would have been different. Eulogies are wasted on the dead."
no, they're not. if only we can live up to his challenge and not squander it.
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from Conrado de Quiros' column in the Inquirer:
...Heaven knows plain decency in public office has taken on the proportions of exceptional heroism in this country. That is what makes Raul Roco straddle this world like a colossus, as Cassius said of Caesar, despite his seeming failures. He was-a good man.
He was a decent politician in an occupation grown more indecent over the years, he was a principled lawyer in a country grown more lawless over the years, he was an honorable man in a world where honor sold more cheaply than DVDs in Quiapo. His virtues are not hard to see, his light is made brighter all the more by the darkness that suffuses this land, particularly that part found in the Palace by the Pasig River.
I will always remember him in three contexts that reveal his character more than anything else.
The first one was during the height of the Erap (Joseph Estrada) impeachment trial. A young lawyer, Jasmin Banal, who had worked in a law firm that created dummy corporations for Erap, took the stand. Miriam Defensor-Santiago tried to demolish her credibility by asking her why she transferred from that firm to another one that offered lower pay.
Santiago said: "So you made the unusual deviation from the usual career path, since you and I and all UP law graduates virtually pursue the same career path after graduation. Isn't that so? We try and get the highest salary we can get... But in your case, you transferred from a law office with a higher salary to a law office with a lower salary. Is that correct?" Banal replied, "Yes." Santiago commented, "Remarkable."
When it was Raul's turn, he had this dialogue with Banal:
Raul: "We in San Beda Law, we were taught that law is a noble profession, it is not a business. Am I right to assume that you in UP Law were taught the same thing?"
Banal: "Yes, Your Honor."
Raul: "What is written on the UP Law School, engraved in stone?"
Banal: "The business of a law school is not to teach law but to teach law in the grand manner."
Raul: "We are brothers and sisters in the profession, we should always be motivated by a sense of idealism. Is this correct?"
Banal: "Yes, Your Honor."
Raul: "So when you transfer from a higher-paying job to a lower-paying job, that is not necessarily an erroneous career decision? In fact, it could be motivated by a sense of idealism?"
Banal: "Yes, Your Honor."
Raul: "Yes. I thought that should be elicited because I was surprised to learn that the usual career path of lawyers is going from lower-paying jobs to higher-paying jobs."
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take that, mirriam!
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
by T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!')
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: 'But how his arms and legs are thin!')
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in
upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.'
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail
along the floor--
And this, and so much more?--
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a
screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
'That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.'
. . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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~ calendar ~
~ countdown ~
to go before
I SHED MY SKIN
scout is feeling...
~ books ~
the little prince | war & peace
fountainhead | atlas shrugged
to kill a mockingbird | anthem
greatest political theories, v1&2
mythology | a tale of two cities
twisted series | twelfth night
1984 | this earth of mankind
sphere | the sandman series
the passion | angels & demons
unbearable lightness of being
the prophet | reaching destination
art & lies | written on the body
~ films ~
fight club | my sassy girl
so close | full metal jacket
army of darkness | the craft
lord of the rings | crouching tiger
breakfast at tiffany's | sabrina
amelie | inn of the 6th happiness
the hours | eternal sunshine of
the spotless mind | contact
~ links ~
lantis | toiluna | klara
elvensarah | tequila breath
celine | chabacz | gaps
riddler | fiery eve | patricia
peyups | cnet | webmail
clickthecity | inq7.net
project gutenberg | les flicks
plagiarist | neil gaiman
jenkins | blogdrive design | graffiti
animations | battleground god
euri | rivernyl | mayel | meckulit
pussy | gorgeous | trina | shao
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~ to do list ~
:: work ::
- muslim docu article
- muslim docu budget
- cinemalaya article
- YS history article
- mindoro FFM article
- overhaul STX website
- dong abay website
- indie webcast project
:: personal ::
- birthday gift for carlo
- flash for raymond
- print resume
- print davinci code
- study C++
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Nintendo DS Lite colors
A list of Nintendo DS games
Asian Lesbians
~ spotlight ~
WAG NA WAG MONG SASABIHIN
by Kitchie Nadal
may gusto ka bang sabihin?
at hindi mapakali,
ni hindi makatingin
sana'y wag mo na 'tong palipasin
at subukang lutasin,
sa mga sinabi mo na...
iba ang nararapat sa akin,
na tunay kong mamahalin
wag na wag mong sasabihin
na hindi mo nadama itong
pag-ibig kong handang ibigay
kahit pa ang kalayaan mo
ano man ang iyong inaakala,
na ako'y isang bituin
na walang sasambahin
hindi ko man ito ipakita,
abot-langit ang daing
sa mga sinabi mo na...
iba ang nararapat sa akin,
na tunay kong mamahalin
wag na wag mong sasabihin
na hindi mo nadama itong
pag-ibig kong handang ibigay
kahit pa ang kalayaan mo
at sa gabi, sinong duduyan sayo?
at sa umaga, ang hangin na hahaplos sayo?
wag na wag mong sasabihin
na hindi mo nadama itong
pag-ibig kong handang ibigay
kahit pa ang kalayaan mo
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