Saturday, July 29, 2006 ++
I am obsessed with Rent.
There's only this.
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss.
No other road.
No other way.
No day but today.
These lines have been stuck in my head for the past five days. Seriously. I hummed it while proposing a reaction mechanism in a Chem 18 departmental exam. And you don't hum in Chem 18 exams. Period.
I love Angel. The fact that he died was devastating. Although, I think the tradgedy is what makes it so appealing. See, I would have put Roger/Mimi in my hall of I-will-forever-fawn-over-these-ships but there just had to be a happy ending so Mimi didn't die. Darn.
Favorite Roger/Mimi parts:
1. When she barged in on Roger and his guitar. He looked so mesmerized. Cute.
2. When she was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. He gave her that big heartfelt hug with a concerned and pained expression. Sweet.
I didn't know Rosario Dawson could sing. One of my favorite voices. She has a throaty and sweet voice. So pretty. I wanna go... AWUUUUT (out) tonight!
Cool line: But I try to open up to what I don't know because reason says I should've died three years ago.
I think Brokeback Mountain is boring. Why do people fuss so much about it? Two hot, bored, horny middle-aged men(gender known for its raging hormones) isolated in a snowy mountain with nothing (no cable, no internet, no FHM) but sheep. How else are they going to kill time?
Favorite dialogue in Cassanova
Inquisitor: Eternal damnation for one night with Cassanova
Nun: Seems fair
So endearing.
For all Pedring/Christelle fans, I HAVE HIS CELLPHONE NUMBER! I will track him via satellite tracing on his phone. The moment I get his address, I will vamoose to his house and nick his gleaming silver tie. 11:05 PM
Tuesday, July 11, 2006 ++
Highlight of the Day: I BOUGHT SANDMAN.
A tune is playing inside my head. I can't decide whether it's an angelic chorus singing a high-pitched Gregorian hymn or an annoying cheery pop song I'd usually despise hearing. I can't even write a proper entry right now. All I know is that this is a momentous event and it had to be documented.
Off I go. Morpheus is waiting. 5:46 PM
Sunday, July 02, 2006 ++
I went to Anggono, Rizal for a Hum II field trip today. It is apparently the art capital of the Philippines because 1) the earliest petroglyph is found there and 2) you can find artists, prominently painters, at every corner.
The Blanco Museum is a gallery of the artistic works of the Blancos. Jose Blanco is one of the renowned Filipino artists. But what's really interesting is that he taught his WHOLE family (his wife and seven kids) to paint. The youngest, Peter Paul, painted at eleven months. SWEET JESUS. His abstract painting at eleven months is like my masterpiece at sixteen. There was one watercolor painting that I really liked. It's by one of his older brothers. I forgot who. But it looked a lot like a photograph rather than a portrait of Peter Paul.
Thought #1: Artistic talents may be genetic.
Thought #2: Oh how I wish wish wish I was a Blanco
But the best works were done by Jose Blanco, of course. I heart Anggono Fisherman's Festival. What made it more magnificent to me was the fact that there are two hundred faces of REAL Anggono natives. Jose Blanco sketched them all before working on that masterpiece. Seeing the painting and hearing that tidbit made me go HOLY BALONEY 345,678,764,545,768,953,476,820 times.
Then, we went to the studio of Orville Tiamson. He is one of the prominent modern Filipino painters, and the official painter of GMA. I liked his pencil sketches the best. It's cool how he applies realism in his subjects and modernism in his background. I took a picture of a part of his sketch. The umbrella with flame designs was sooo awesome. And I have to mention this. He and his wife both painted a single subject but following different movements. He with realism, and she with modernism. I found that so endearing.
I also liked one of his abstract paintings. He explained the process of making one, and it's actually a bit of work because you have to test different shades and stuff. Be disillusioned, people. Abstract art is NOT just splattering paint on your canvas.
We also went to Botong Francisco's house. We weren't able to see his originals but we saw replicas of it. We also saw works of his grandson. There was one piece that I really liked. It has that Filipino subject and vibe but the colors are bright, not earthen unlike the usual Filipino paintings. Nice combination, though.
The petroglyph was not that spectacular. Being an art enthusiast, I can't help but feel bad for thinking that. But I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the petroglyphs that turned me off but the vandals underneath. Some simpleton wrote "Totoy loves Carla" for god's sake. Geez.
Shall post the pictures tomorrow.
Oh, and we stopped by Balaw-Balaw restaurant. And for the first time since the beginning of my existence... Kumain ako ng nilasing na palaka. Yeahboi. It's true what people say. It tastes like chicken. This definitely goes to my-top-ten-most-daring-things-I-have-ever-done list. Hooray! 5:40 PM
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