Wednesday, December 29, 2010

It has been eight years, indeed

I cannot be trusted with this book review because the author is my best friend, lol. That said, I am giving it 5 stars out of 5! LOL!

The blogging culture has progressed from an online version of one's journal to a website that cater to a niche market. While I find the latter useful for my interests in fashion and chismis, I have to admit that I seriously, seriously miss reading the journal type. It's been a while since I've discovered anyone new, whose writing, wit and humor I'd crave for day and night. (To the Internet's credit, it's a huge sea out there—please feel free to make recommendations.)

So yes, there's a vacuum in my heart left by my Pinoy blogger heroes. Ranking number on the list is the person who actually forced me to set up a blogger account, Pam.

Hence, Paper Cuts, her collection of online essays, is a nostalgic trip not only for those who personally know her but also for anyone who blogged their personal stories and made friends with fellow bloggers, meeting them for coffee and not through a PR event. It's a vicarious thrill, getting to know the intimate secrets of a stranger (though as a reader, one must remind himself that blog entries alone do not a person make), and for an aspiring writer like myself, to see how the author deftly strings words together to make an otherwise mundane entry entertaining.

It's a feel-good book (it's classified as Humor in National Bookstore Shangri-La but I would really love to see it under Philippine Literature instead) and I'm sure it's not just because you'd feel good about never having seen your mother with a vibrator, an unfortunate and hilarious incident for Pam which made it in one of the chapters.

Her writing voice is not irritating. The tricky thing with writing about oneself is that there's a danger—an easily crossed line at that—when the author becomes obnoxious. (And they're not only found in blogs; they're found on Twitter and Facebook, too.) For some reason, Pam writes like she's your best friend (and yes, I am giggling as I type this; objectivity for the win, lol!) and it's no wonder she has amassed a respectable, if not a huge number of readership: her writing is style is accommodating and fun without the frills.

My only complaint regarding this book really is that it can be read in one sitting; obviously that's not enough to tide me over until Anvil publishes a part two :-P

Read the story behing the making of Paper Cuts by the writer herself here. I couldn't have been any prouder of you, Pammy—your blog entries are now a book!!! I'm so happy for you and congratulations!!!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I'm not watching any other MMFF 2010 entry after this


I've long complained about how Filipino films, those that have grand ambitions, always have to be about poverty and sex, or have a twist that only bewilder you in the end. I couldn't understand why we can't make a "simple" film that works.

Rosario has accomplished what I consider a feat for Philippines cinema.

Laudable ensemble performance particularly from Isabel Oli, Sid Lucero and Jennylyn Mercado
Photo: Rosario the Movie on Facebook  

The plot is simple and I would rather not summarize it here because that would involve the use of merely three sentences and I wouldn't like to ruin the experience for anyone. In that respect, I felt that the material was stretched and kudos to the writer and director for not boring me despite the fact. I got too engrossed by the production value, and for someone who doesn't know his Filipino history well (particularly that point after the Spanish occupation), it was a treat to have seen what life was like for the Filipino rich during that period.

At the same time, I felt that opportunities were missed: since the story was slim, the film could've have broaden its scope to include a historical context although I do understand that the film's objective might have really just been to tell Rosario's story. After all, she did live a very interesting life, which you couldn't say the same about the women or men from that period, or even mine (thank God).

The cast delivered an understated, and therefore, a very much welcome, performance. Jennylyn Mercado's Rosario was coy and sly, where she could have been abrasive due to her American, liberal education. I have my misgivings on Dennis Trillo, whose characterization was too obvious, as well as on the many cameo apperances by known personalities, particularly by those that played Mother Superior and the doctorthey were distracting.

However, my hat is off to Sid Lucero, especially in that last scene, where his face went through a plethora of emotions, that, even without delivering a line, I started crying like I was a huge Nicholas Sparks fan on the set of The Notebook. From then on until the credits rolled, it was nonstop crying for me and I blame Dolphy for that, too.

Tanging Ina

Mon and I caught the Metro Manila Film Festival awards night on TV last Sunday. We were floored to have seen Mel del Rosario, Ai Ai delas Alas, and Wenn Deramas win for Best Screenplay, Best Actress and Best Directorall for Tanging Inabut we haven't seen the film so we apprehensively reserved our curses and judgement (because we couldn't believe Jennylyn and Director Albert Martinez weren't even nominated). The next day, after seeing Rosario, we made it a point to watch Tanging Ina to see if it deserved the accolades.

Here's my review: 'Tangina nyo, MMFF judges.

Friday, December 17, 2010

This is awkward

Due to insistent public demand, I decided to continue this blog.


I mean, I wouldn't say my friends were insistent, and by public, I actually meant about 15, but among the sweet messages, this one really went straight to my Pope-hating heart:

I've been reading your entries since I was in high school when I clicked over a random search result in Google. Now I'm graduating in college. Haha sorry medyo stalker-ish. Wala lang. I've been a fan, learned a lot from your blog, sad that one of the blogs I've been following has ended.

I had visual images of unicorns, cupcakes, rainbows and the Care Bears (except Grumpy) and they all let out a collective sigh of "Aaaaw." Na-touch talaga ko down there.

Um no, not that low.

There was also Iggy's sweet blog post. While I was writing my response to her entry, in which I was encouraging her never to stop blogging, I realized, "Eh ngek, ba't ikaw nag-stop?!" That slapped me awake.

And also, Miss Universe 2011 will be held in Sao Paolo, Brazil—I mean, I just have to blog about that, right?! (Bb Pilipinas lost the rights to Miss World too—so many beauty pageant news to tide me over until Miss Universe season!)

So yep, I will have to eat my words and blog again. I just need to figure out how to delete/hide my early archives because I really can't stand those. I tried switching to another blog/URL but I've invested a lot of tweak-hours on this template and I love it so much I can't imagine myself using another template. (And moving, it seems, wouldn't be a breeze and glitch-free either.) So let me just sort those and bluearden should be typing away once again. Found the solution; I'm officially back online :-)

Oh, and speaking of awkward:

Alam na!

Thursday, December 02, 2010


I look forward to traveling without the baggage. To a fresh start. With zero readers, lol.

I started this blog in *whew* 2002. I have an eight year-old right in here, folks!

For the most part of this blog, I chronicled every detail of my life, back to the time when TMI wasn't an internationally recognized acronym. It took a break-up in 2006 (2007?) for me to take a step back and go, "tsk tsk." I have entire posts that send me cringing.

Maybe it's because I'm oldand yep, that's relativebut I grow apprehensive each day I put part of myself online.

Thank you, my friends, especially those I've met offline. You're all awesome. :-)

All the best,

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