Monday, November 25, 2013

The Silence of Onyok

My school was fortunate enough to be given the chance to screen the critically acclaimed masterpiece, 'Boses' and despite my near-stampede experience upon entering the film's screening location, I would definitely say that it was all worth it.

'Boses' revolves around the mute and emotionally and physically abused Onyok who turns into a musical prodigy. More than just a story of a genius, it is a film that advocates against violence on children while cleverly weaving the power of forgiveness as the main ingredient in the process of healing.

Some scenes were a bit too calculated for my taste though, like the beach scene where Onyok slowly moves closer to his teacher to accompany him in a violin duet. I also wished there was more ruminations or realizations of greater truths for Onyok's teacher to heal his own broken heart (or I probably could have missed this part in the movie). But other than that, I was deeply moved by the film's general naturalness: cinematography and humor.  Onyok and Shirley's friendship was definitely icing on top of the cake balancing the heaviness of the film's subject. And Ricky Davao's epiphany when he hears Onyok play the violin at the ending was definitely orgasm to the artsy heart.

All in all, 'Boses' proves to be one exceptional Filipino film that showcases a healthy art industry; something that people like me wouldn't mind watching all over again.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

A Blossoming Paranoia

The contemplation of death always calls a person into attention; making him assess the short years he lived, and making him consider if his mission in life is fulfilled, whether he'd go to heaven or hell, if he believes in such, or whether he'll simply drift into unconscious oblivion, decomposing in the rotten earth, forgotten.

These thoughts fluttered my meadow like multicolored butterflies as I transverse the past week, silently carrying lower back pains, frequent urination and paranoia of a possible UTI, high-blood pressure or some other complication. I'm scared of hospitals, no matter how fascinated I am of medical jargons and processes, and these currently felt pains have made me obsessive-compulsive about my health.

No harm in caring for your body though and the urinalysis I had yesterday has finally calmed my premonitions of dying early. Of course, you really can't tell when you'll die, but nonetheless, the thought can rest for the meantime-I think.

Sunday, November 17, 2013


Discovering that you have high blood pressure a day after your birthday is disconcerting, and most probably ironic. You just celebrated life, and here you are already threatened by death just a few hours after. I guess this calls for a major lifestyle change: reduce sodium, reduce caffeine (gasp), diet and exercise-more reasons to be lean and sexy.

I still need to research facts about this new found difficulty though and a medical check up is inevitable in the coming days. Who knows, this may be a blessing in disguise-a golden ticket towards a healthier, happier life. But then again, that's just the optimist in me speaking. You haven't heard the glass-is-half-empty version.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Joyeux Anniversaire

My first birthday in school. 
There's always that dread of adding another year to my age every time I celebrate birthdays. But nonetheless, it can't be helped. I'm just a bit fuzzed that my twentieth year lasted like a blur. Hoho. Anyway, I hope my twenty-first will be another good one, lots of love, joy and contentment, finances (yes please), and academic success

Cheers to another year :D #21

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Post No. 274

Yet no matter how much you try to anchor with conclusions,
the waves of certainty and uncertainty
and hopeless hopes continue to envelop you,
and drift you further in this sea of sadness. 
You are a floating, hanging,
every breath is an ejaculation of pleas for clarifications. 
Your ship is sinking;
the sails, only a sheer curtain that could never battle the winds of chance billowing. 
Only a matter of time now.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Sea, Sand and Stars

I think it's best if you'll read the previous post* before reading this.

The last three days, to be honest, wasn't really as awkward as I imagined it to be. We were both mature and treated the situation like responsible adults. I am happy of this development and I think this is a stepping stone to us becoming, at most, friends. At the moment, I'm a bit lost for words. Maybe I'm still contemplating the entire situation, looking into the future or stuff. But generally speaking, this is what I feel. And that is contentment.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Fifty Shades of Awkward

Jenna cannot even equate how awkward everything is. Saw him after weeks of zero communication. To be honest, I do not really know how to react. I was at a point where I was so used to not being fussed by thoughts about him and then boom. There he is, flesh and blood, a few persons behind me, listening to the same stuff I'm listening and apparently in the same room I was in.

I'm not ashamed though, there's nothing to be guilty of. Maybe scared, that all that I've build will just crumble by a mere eye-to-eye. But I'm preparing myself for the next three days where the chances of us interacting will swell and burst.

Whew. Sea, sand, stars and a bit of drama. This will be a good memory to remember when I get older.