A lot of people from different backgrounds converge in Jollibee. Talk about the universality of food, this one takes the cake I guess. Where the masses dine with the well-off. Big men and small Asian guys, old women and their beautiful apos. Tatay with his seven children. And the childless couple sharing an ice craze order.

Started with burger today. TLC. Tomato lettuce and cheese yum burger. Always had that home-cooked torta taste to it, no wonder pinoys go gaga over Jollibee burgers. The salad was another thing. Not normally found in the pinoy table but health-conscious people have been adding it to their diets. Pair it with Asian dressing and it’s a blast.

This is home.

Bought a pad of drawing paper. Hopefully I’ll get to sketching again. Miss doodling but now I gotta have reason for it. Haven’t done real traditional art pieces. I’d love to explore installation art. It’s kinetic, physical and involves time and space. Dynamic art. Every minute counts in a 3d piece. Sometimes the artwork changes in a heartbeat.

I’m having the birthday blues right now. Suddenly I’m feeling really old. That’s when you grow lonely and alone. Even crowds can’t dispel the feeling; you stand isolated amidst the throng of busy shoppers and Jollibee patrons. Called cousin a while back. It has become more important to me to connect to family now than ever. Somehow I feel it will justify me. Define me. Prove my existence is not a fluke. I think therefore I’m supposed to be. No longer.

The old man seated across me has left. He had Chickenjoy and a burger at the same time. The old lady before him had spaghetti and rice. Carbo plus carbo. No wonder she could kick. She got loads of excess Jollibee energy.

The high school basketball team on the other table is feasting on both regular Jollibee fare and gonuts donuts. Shouldn’t they be charged of corkage?

Perhaps I should run now. I can hang out in PowerBooks while waiting for the screening of masahista to start. It gets idle. And I’m restless again. The night falls.


i want the boxed set!!!

batman begins is awesome! gives me reason to love the character more. i havent explored the books but ive been a fan of the first two films and although continuity is disrupted from this prequel to the next two films by tim burton, it doesnt matter either way. batman begins is batman.

fantastic cast! fantastic script! it nailed me the first few minutes into the film! direction was great, nolan didnt disappoint. he understood well the man behind the mask, the man who is defined not by who he is but by his actions. the thesis of this superhero is that he never had supernatural powers. and this batman isnt superhuman. he gets bruises and he falls down too. it’s fascinating being privy to the psyche of the bat-man. he clearly has his issues. and when he picks himself up, we cheer.

too bad bateman’s kevlar suit wasnt inherited by his descendant michael keaton who wore rubber suits in the supposed next two films, which protected him from bullets at point blank but suffered punctures from catwoman’s nails. im not the least disappointed, tim burton’s versions were fun (batman) and bittersweet (batman returns). nolan’s was memorable.

like i said, kill schumacher. “off with his head.”
vicky vale: “i like men in black rubber.”
batman: “try a fireman. less to take off.”
– batman (1990)

batman: “why are you doing this? let’s just take him to the police, then go home together. don’t you see, we’re the same, split down the middle. Please.”
catwoman: “bruce, I could live with you in your castle forever. just like in a fairy tale. i just couldn’t live with myself. so don’t pretend this is a happy ending.”
– batman returns (1992)


Frustrating going round fully-booked and not having money to buy anything. Or time to read any of the books in the first place. I like the sight of books. All these writers and published material and no one to read them unless you’re literary rock stars like Neil Gaiman, Gabriel Garcia Marquez or even (shudder*) popcorn writer John Grisham. Even the fan boys of comic geek Dom have idols. Adam West. Scott Lobdell. Chris Claremont. Gerry Alanguilan.

To be a master of words. Poetry in visuals. Images in letters. The imagination can be richer than what the eyes can see or words can express. What am I saying?


rent !

mygas! ive waited for so long for this and finally it will happen. a movie version of the broadway hit RENT is currently nearing the end of shoot and will find its way to theaters by november. im so excited!


ive listened to it a hundred times and it always affects me. the message is timeless and universal. i wanted to try out (audition) for this but back then i was too shy (now im just shy hehehe) so i resorted to performing the whole thing mostly by myself in showers, while cooking or on roadtrips and just about anywhere.

cant wait! most of the original cast are in the film (anthony rapp, adam pascal, jesse l. martin, taye diggs, idina medzel, wilson jermaine herrera, –o memorize ko pa sila hahaha– and newbies rosario dawson and tracie something) and that’s like, some ulitmate trip. kinda like watching a new beatles movie with the resurrected beatles acting in it.

coolness! yeba!


my birthday approaches !

and it’s gonna be another year for me. Pan! im not ready to take another birthyear. im so much more comfortable with just being 25. in a week’s time, im gonna be turning 25 again. how many times have i done that?

the rain has started to seep through the kitchen floor. the last time it flooded inside the house my old leather shoes got soaked and tita tems had to dry it out behind the ice box. i put out the mop and left it by the door to catch the water. so far the floodwater is about 3 inches high from above the ground.

ive been trying to take it slow the past few days. it helps keep my sanity. last night some friends invited me to join them at saguijo’s. although i had work the next day i decided to join in the fun. the “i-love-you” store in the 2nd floor is still decked with curious items and fascinating finds. the dressing room still bears my mark. last valentines day i penned “Love is another four-letter word.” the other word starts with an f.

i miss sitting with friends in a bar and nursing a draft. or a horse for that matter. ive let go of drinking much and a bottle is fine with me. i prefer conversation of visions and grand ambition, it gets the blood boiling. mundane matters is fine as long as it is not laced with regrets. i have my issues to deal with, thank you.

Pan! j.m. barrie wrote about a boy who never grew up. one day the boy did. and he became a lawyer. his past caught up with him and he had to learn to fly again. what about the rest of us who is still trying to shake off the pixie dust yet are still enjoying the trips to neverland?

im gonna be 25 years again next week. wanna take a trip? to that first star to the right and straight up til morning.


getting restless yet again

ill take a bath then will head out so i dont get jitters here at home wanting to be creative. ill try to paint something or write something and then ill let you know. ill draw something and design something, make something.

artists are restless when they get inspired to do something. it’s been awhile since i got inspired to do anything out of whimsy. cheers to life, and other mysteries.

movies, musings

john williams and the galaxy

one of the few people i know who have traveled far into the cold depths of the galaxy is john williams. it just explains why he has rendered such beautiful and classic musical scores for sci-fi films like star wars, superman and e.t.

i scrambled around the metropolis to buy the album soundtrack of episode 3 coz i thought that was the best. not only did the movie showcase key themes from past star wars films (duel of the fates, across the stars–love them of anakin and padme, imperial march, luke and leia’s theme, yoda’s theme, etc) the album also includes a dvd insert that features music videos of these themes heheheh

cool advance birthday gift for myself. hehehe