A Song for my Darling Serenity

It’s Throwback Thursday! And now that I am itching for my next travel, let me bring you once again to a kingdom of ultimate serenity, Palawan.

The Viewfinder

Article 7 of the Palawan Chronicles: Last Article


DISCLAIMER: I recommend listening to the song “Cool Change” while reading this to gain maximum serenity.

And this exhibit launches in 5, 4, 3, 2…. .

If there’s one thing in my life that’s missing

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It’s the time that I spend alone

.

Sailing on the cool
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And bright clear water

.

Lots of those friendly people

.

They’re showing me ways to go

.

And I never want to lose their inspiration

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I was born in the sign of water

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And it’s there that I feel my best

.

It’s kind of a special feeling

.

When you’re out on the sea alone

.

Or Sun? Or Sun?

Staring at the full moon like a lover

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Time for a cool change

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I know that it’s time for a cool change

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Now that my life…

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Hong Kong and the Lost Tripod

Still can’t get enough of Hong Kong? Here is one of my very first blog posts, detailing how my friend’s tripod got lost in our first trip abroad.

hong kong disneyland

The Magical Disneyland castle.

The Viewfinder

It was the time when one of the major airport terminals in the Philippines was disturbed by a royal rumble between a celebrity couple and a veteran media man.  According to reports, it all started with the unannounced offloading of the couple’s luggage from their overloaded plane.  Still according to  reports, there were also no CCTV cameras installed in the baggage conveyor area of the airport, making it impossible to check on the actual happenings.

Unfortunately, our flight to Hong Kong was booked in the same airline.  But fortunately, we weren’t in the same airport.

It was the wee hours of May 26 when Mai, Jombits, Ami, Sheig and I, arrived at Diosdado Macapagal International Airport in Clark, Angeles City, Pampanga.

diosdado macapagal international airport clark angeles pampanga

Except for Sheig, this was our first trip abroad and we initially did not plan to check-in any baggage as we are in backpack mode, and also to…

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A Birthday Greeting from Manila

 

35xxxv. one ok rock.

Photo by Nessa Gabrillo.

 

Dearest Taka,

First of all, I want to call out to the great Suzaku-sama, Byakko-sama , Genbu-sama, Seiryuu-sama, Zenki-sama, Kame-sama, Son Gokou-sama, Sailor Mars-sama, Clow-sama, Lupin-sama, Kenshin-sama, Belldandy-sama, Tamahome-sama and to Voltes V to grant me all the chakras, nens, and good luck I need to have a 100% probability that this letter can at least catch your attention.

As of the time of writing, I am only able to muster 0.0001% probability from the said Gods. Maybe I also need to call on all the Mushi, the Kyojins, maybe even Escaflowne, the Gundams and Evas to send some positive vibes to this letter’s crusade.

But kidding aside, and no matter what the odds are, whether this eventually reaches you or not, I am still writing it.

And before anything else, I just have one message for you on your birthday on the 17th:

just enjoy it.

Well I know you are currently on tour so I am sure you are having the time of your life. Just continue to smile to attract more positive karma. This year, I know that the sheep will continue to bless us, those who are born in the year of the dragon.

And by the way, please do keep that smile, I like it when you do that. 🙂

Alright, I already said a lot but I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Sheen from the beautiful city of Manila in the Philippines.

I was introduced to your music from “The Beginning,” thanks to the first Rurouni Kenshin Live Action movie. I was such a fan of the anime that I was thrilled when the live action was released in the Philippines in 2012.

I started listening to your songs then. That was the time when it finally began.

Two years after, in around mid-2014, I decided to quit my second job. And I was depressed again afterwards. Well, I was always depressed whenever I quit my job. It seemed like what I finally found wasn’t what I wanted. It’s that so-called quarter-life crisis, which is making the life of 20-somethings miserable.

And I continued being a useless human being and locked myself up in my room for the next two months.

One gloomy evening, as all the rest were, I was listening to your songs and was struck by these words:

Can’t take your time what are you waiting for? It’s a waste of time for you blaming yourself.

Just hold on tight, it can be all right. Yes, try to try, keep moving on.

Are you ready now? We are ready now for tonight.

And it was like I was awakened from a bad dream. There came a realization so strong that I was instantaneously headbanged back to reality.

Yes I was wasting my time and blaming myself for things that I shouldn’t be worrying about. And yes, all that I needed to do was to hold on.

And then the positivity continued as Otomo-sensei, your friend Takeru and the rest of the cast visited Manila for the Asian premiere of Kyoto Inferno. I found something that I want.

Keishi Otomo

Posting for the nth time. 🙂 Photo by Ami Gatchalian.

Right there and then, I knew I had already overcome my karasu and finally was living again in the real world.

But real world had not lost its cruelty.

2015 came. The first quarter of this year was actually a roller-coaster ride of emotions. And it ended with another mighty long fall down to the bottomless pit of hell. It seemed that all the negative emotions from work, health, family and life converged to give me my fifth wave of quarter-life crisis. Now, I’m stuck in the middle, again. Ugh.

And just when I am back to black again, and can’t see what’s around me anymore, I heard your voice again:

GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!

And again:

It’s another day, another life. You gotta live it to the fullest.

WE’LL NEVER BE AS YOUNG AS WE ARE NOW.

And again:

DREAM as if you’ll live forever and live as if you’ll die today.

And then that was it. Suddenly I was breaking past the lies. I was depressed again because I had completely forgotten how to DREAM. When did I stop searching for miracles?

All I could say is that you never fail to take my hand and help me make it back again.

Everything will be alright tonight. Let’s start it now. It’s not too late.

You keep on reminding me of that very reason that keeps my heart beating, that thing that I’d risk everything for.

And then you released your seventh album.

We can be the change we needed.

We’ll fight fight till your fears go away, whatever it takes. We’ll fight fight ’til we see another day.

And right there and then, I told myself that I would continue to support your band, so that you could continue creating songs that help people like me, millenials like us, to fight the challenges brought by this b*tch called life.

I guess I’m ending this letter here. And I’m really wishing you could drop by Manila some time. Filipino fans are dying to meet you in person. If not, I’ll just find other ways on how I could hear these fascinating words of encouragement, and the music accompanying it, live.

So to ONE OK ROCK, to you, to Toru, Tomoya and Ryota, どうも ありがとう ございました for keeping me sane.

And once again, happy birthday, Taka-kun. 🙂

 

 

 

 

Dreaming with you,

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All songs and lyrics by ONE OK ROCK:

The Beginning
Stuck in the Middle
Kimishidai Ressha
Karasu
Mightly Long Fall
Decision
C.H.A.O.S.M.Y.T.H.
Suddenly
Memories
Yes I Am
Cry out
Fight the Night


 

The author had also posted this open letter in another site called “Nimotsu Counter.” To access the post, kindly click here.

2014: Surviving the Depths of Hell

2014 started calmly. The first few days of the year was still preoccupied by the serenity of our Palawan trip during the Christmas holidays.

el nido palawan

From the entry, “Palawan’s Gods and Goddesses.”

Thank you for being my nature-tripping buddy, Nessa. And thanks din kay Xe na wala akong picture ngayong taon. 🙂

 

January and February reintroduced me to blogging. I realized that online writing was more than just letting things out. The door was reopened. Yes, reopened, because I used to take it for granted when it first commenced in front of me. So these were the days of catching up.

And then there was Mt. Damas.

Mt. Damas

Buwis-buhay! Photo by Karina de Capia. From the entry, “Jewels in the Damas.”

It was my first climb of the year. But I never thought that it would also be my only climb for the year. And I was disappointed with myself for that.

The first quarter of the year was also filled with work-related meet-ups for maybe one of the biggest projects I ever involved myself with. But big also meant great power. And as Uncle Ben told Spiderman, “Great power comes great responsibility.”

work

Maybe the project was too big for me. Or maybe the project was too big for just one person. Or maybe I just wasn’t good enough. Or maybe this was just not for me in the first place.

These statements started filling up my mind as I started the “Im Purity” blog series in my baggage counter.

crash

From the entry, “Im Purity’s Escape.”


This post had been transferred by the author to another blog named “Nimotsu Counter.” To read the rest of this year-end report for 2014, kindly click here.

 

EPOL and the Rain Bearer’s Mended Heart

Part 2 of 2 of the December Waterfall Chronicles


 

A week after the heartbreaking Kawasan trip, I was still craving for an “authentic” nature getaway.

The 22nd of December was a rest day for the Davao leg of our nationwide event. So I tried my luck on one of Davao’s finest.

It was quite a long bus ride. My bus window showed a free film featuring breath-taking mountain views. The sun was shining brightly and the clouds cast various shadows over the green meadows and forests of Mindanao. The chill of the wind was particularly evident as the bus traversed over the zigzag highway. Christmas was surely coming.

The bus was jam-packed that morning. Even people from this part of the country were cramming for the holidays. People climbed up the vehicle with all sorts of baggage: sacks of rice, coal and cotton; containers of fish and other sea food; bags full of native delicacies; vendors selling durian and mangosteen candies; and boxes and boxes of gifts. Christmas was definitely round the next corner.

epol falls highway

I went down at the middle of the highway at Sitio Bagong Silang, Brgy. Baganihan, Marilog District, Davao City. The place was around five more hours away from Cagayan De Oro City.

epol falls yellow bell

A native specie of Yellow Bell.

Across the street, I saw a nipa hut selling a variety of plants. And there I saw the signage.

 

My feet subconsciously stepped backward. I was getting allergic to the word “resort” when attached to waterfalls (see my heartbreaking Kawasan Falls trip here).

But then I saw this path.

epol falls

I started to feel the ants walking over my feet. There was a sigh of relief.

epol falls

Birds began calling me and a grin registered on my face.

And the gush of the water made adrenalin flow through my veins. This was what I called “genuine adventure.”

The Ate at the entrance, to whom I paid seven pesos for maintenance fee, said that I just needed to follow the path and I wouldn’t be lost. Sounds familiar, eh? But she was washing some clothes and didn’t offer me any apples so I applied my insect repellent and moved on.

I came across a magnificently-shaped tree. My heart was already jumping. I could already sense the waterfalls from here.

Then I came across another nipa hut. There was a Kuya who asked me again for another seven pesos. I couldn’t remember seeing any furry ears and tail behind him so I thought he was also telling me the truth when he said, “follow the path.”

I came to a wooden makeshift staircase where I saw this. And I was frozen right then and there.

epol falls

 

It was just… beautiful.

And it was just a perfect timing. The group that got there before me were already leaving when I came. So now, the waterfalls was all mine.

 

epol falls

Yes, a selfie.

 

 

(sigh) Isn’t it serene?

epol falls

(sigh)

epol falls

And for the next two hours, I just sat there staring blankly onto the falls, drowning my consciousness onto the melody and succumbing my senses to the depths of the icy waters.

 

That afternoon, the rain poured, as the sun was shining brightly over the clouds.

The place was just enchanted. The rain bearer was in love.

RuroKen: The Ultimate Fangirling Escapade (Philippine Leg)

DISCLAIMER: Please play the acoustic version of The Beginning by One Ok Rock while enjoying this blog entry.  Yes, the acoustic version for more dramatic effect. And yes, put it on loop. You’ll never regret this, I promise. 🙂
Keishi Otomo. Takeru Sato. Emi Takei. Aoki Munetaka. Rurouni Kenshin. Philippines

The RK Team during their visit to the Philippines.

“Just give me a reason to keep my heart beating.”

I believe that the 90s was the golden age of anime in the Philippines. I was in elementary then, and I was introduced to early anime intoxication and addiction.

Rurouni Kenshin, the anime, was first aired by Studio 23, on June 1998 and was English-dubbed. The following year, ABS-CBN aired it on September 1999 and was Filipino-dubbed. This information was thanks to my dear friend and fellow fangirl OF THE ANIME ONLY, Sheig.

I was readily hooked then in Studio 23 since the timeslot was at seven in the evening. I was on my fourth grade then while my brother was on his first grade. My father used to get mad then when I and my brother would not do our homework just because of watching anime. And he would really remove the TV antenna, just to make us do our homework. So, seven in the evening was the perfect time to be a fangirl.

And that was the reason that kept my heart beating.

Rurouni Kenshin Movie 1 Poster

My Rurouni Kenshin Movie 1 Poster.

“Blinded I can’t see the end. So where do I begin?”

It was on July 26, Saturday when I first heard of the news that the RuroKen cast and director would come to the Philippines. And I was in Singapore then.

So when I came back to the Philippines, I asked myself, “So where do I begin?”

I am an event writer. So I first asked my event contacts if they know who were the possible organizers of the event. All I got were trunkline numbers. And I thought they were of very little use.

And then on August 1, one of the leading malls in the Philippines released a Facebook promo for event passes for the Red Carpet Procession of Rurouni Kenshin.

I was never lucky when it came to promos, raffle and the kind of stuff but this was just really where I could begin.

On August 2, Saturday, I told my mother in Bataan (a province north of Metro Manila), that I would not be able to come home to get my poster of the first RK Live Action movie so I asked her to send it via courier service. After two hours, (yes that’s how much my Mom loved me) she texted me that she was able to send it and it would arrive on Monday.

I was a film graduate, and a fangirl. So when a good friend gave me a poster of the first RK movie, I was elated. And I was determined to have it signed, even just by the director, Otomo-sensei. I really loved the way he faithfully translated the anime into the live action movie and this was definitely one of the best film adaptations I had ever seen. (To read about how I felt about the first movie, click here.)

On the morning of August 3, they released the question for the third batch of winners. And finally, I won.

On the night before the Red Carpet Procession, though swamped by work, I was able to find out that one of my colleagues from film school was part of the video coverage team hired by Warner Philippines. And she became my ever reliable source for this escapade.

I was not able to sleep much that night because I need to finish and submit a script. But nothing could stop me from fangirling. I even asked a good friend, who was now in Japan, for the proper way to ask “Can you sign my poster, please?”

“It finally begins.”

Rurouni Kenshin Philippine visit

Yes, with Kamiki at the background. It was already 5:30pm but still I could not see any of them on the stage.

“Kono mama ja mada owara seru koto wa deki nai desho? Nando kuta bari sou demo kuchi hate you to mo, owari wa nai sa.”
“このままじゃまだ終わらせる事は出来ないでしょ. 何度くたばりそうでも朽ち果てようとも. 終わりはないさ.”
“We can’t end it yet, right? No matter how many times we’re close to dying or rotting away, there will be no end.”
 
It was August 6.  I was there at 12nn at one of the biggest malls in Mandaluyong City. And when I got there, I was disappointed about the set-up.  In the area where the promo winners where supposed to be, there were high barricades and another line of stanchions in front of that.  Define security.
Rurouni Kenshin. Philippines. Japanese Press. Disappointing event set-up.

Define layers of security for the supposedly “privileged” promo winners.

This Japanese reporter was about to interview the fangirls beside me at the barricades. One of the girls’ arm was resting on the barricade and seen here at the lower right hand corner of the photo.

And according to this set-up, after the barricades were the press. Then the stanchions. Then the red carpet. Then the stage. Define layers of security for the supposedly “privileged” promo winners.

Meanwhile, outside the stage area, here was the scenario, as this video showed:

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10203374986989346

The video was from another friend, Pat Lugartos.

And good grief. Outside the stage area, the security was minimal, compared to the security given to our area, so fans positioned at the red carpet area were able to get their precious autographs. The mall management told me, when I got my passes, that even promo winners would not be given autograph-signing opportunities. And then this. My heart broke. Where is luck when I needed it most? Am I really this unlucky when it came to these things? Gah.

When the team finally got near the stage, we, the promo winners, tried our best to stretch out our hands so that any of the RK team would get down from the stage and sign them. But to no avail. How could you notice the arms stretching behind the lenses and the microphones of the press people that were in front of us? Good grief. I really thanked the mall management for this very awesome privilege they had given their promo winners.

Rurouni Kenshin. Philippine visit. SM Megamall.

So when the show finally started, the scenario was this. Great. The promo winners were really “privileged”.

I tried raising my poster to catch their attention, hoping they might come down and sign it. But the poster was too big for a little Filipina like me. It was cinema size so it was really huge. I really believed that Otomo-sensei saw it because I saw his smile changed when he glanced at our direction. And Munetaka-san too.

The program ended and my poster bore no trace of an autograph. And apparently, the event passes we got were just for the Red Carpet Procession and not for the premiere. And that was another privilege for the promo winners. Great.

“We can’t end it yet right, no matter how many times we’re close to dying?”

I told myself that I would not settle for just this. I asked my colleague if she had the power to have my poster signed. She told me there would be no guarantee. But I took the risk. I gave her my poster and I started crossing my fingers that night as I and my friend enjoyed our bottles of Tanduay Ice because of too much frustration that day.

We were tipped that the RK team was going to a restaurant in a big mall in one of the business districts of Metro Manila. AND WE WERE STUPID ENOUGH TO NOT GO THERE THAT NIGHT.

“As the world falls apart around us, all we can do is hold on.”

After almost a whole day of spending time with the RK team, work came running after me the day after. I needed to finish revising my script in the morning of August 7 and I had a meeting in the afternoon. My meeting ended at 4:30pm and I rushed to another big mall in Makati just to see the RK team again.

I paid an awesome amount for the passes just to have the same experience like the Red Carpet Procession. There were no privileges given to those who have passes. We had the same experience as those who did not purchase the passes.

And since I thought this was my last chance, I did a first on this day. I, literally, ran after them, still hoping to have an autograph. Just when the on-stage program was about to end, I ran towards the barricades on the path where they will exit. But they did not give away any autograph that day. Maybe they were told by the management not to, after what happened the day before.

And so after the event, we sat there waiting for my colleague, hoping that my poster was signed. She invited us to a hotel where they were dumping their video files. And there, she told me something that made my “world fall apart”. My colleague said that she had to rush to a meeting this afternoon during the mall event so she entrusted my poster to her friend from Warner. But just before we came to the hotel, the poster was discovered missing and was said to might have been accidentally included in the signed posters given away by Warner on the program that afternoon. Did luck really hated me?

But maybe God had other plans. That night we received a tip again about their hotel and the time of their flight to Japan the following day. “All we can do is hold on.”

 “This time demo yuzure nai mono.”
“This timeでも 譲れないもの.”
“This time, however, I’ve found something that I’ll never give up.”

They sure were Japanese. For us Filipinos, we would normally arrive at the airport around three hours before our flight. But they were getting ready to go to the airport when we arrive at the hotel lobby around five hours before their flight.

When the cab made a turn to drop my friend Ami and I in front of the hotel lobby, I already saw two vans waiting outside. I became worried.

But right in the nick of time, when we came down from the cab, Otomo-sensei just told Munetaka-san that he would go the van already. I readily asked him for a photo and he granted our wish! And the “Arigatou sensei” that I told him after the photo opportunity was probably the most heartfelt “Arigatou” I ever said in my whole life.

Keishi Otomo-sensei. Rurouni Kenshin. Philippine visit.

With Keishi Otomo-sensei. 😀

And then we also asked Munetaka-san for a photo. He told us “Salamat” when we told him “Arigatou”. He was really “ASHTEEG!”

Munetaka Aoki. Rurouni Kenshin. Philippine visit.

With Munetaka Aoki-san. “ASHTEEG!”

And then we sat there waiting for Takeru. I saw again, for the third time, this cute Japanese guy who apparently was from Warner Bros. Japan, according to my ever reliable source.

Rurouni Kenshin. Philippine visit.

The guy who caught my attention. Photo by May Natorilla.

I saw him first on the event last Wednesday, then on Thursday and when we went to the hotel to see my colleague.

He really got my attention and because I was looking at him, I did not notice that Takeru already passed by, who went straight to the van.  I apologized to my friend, who was a Takeru fan.  I said I was distracted.  Anyhow, Otomo-sensei was really my number one reason for going through all of these and my friend got her photo with Munetaka-san anyway so we left the hotel grinning.

“Look how far we’ve made it. I’ll risk everything if it’s for you.”

And that was the perfect ending to a rollercoaster fangirling escapade.

God really was the best writer and plot-twister in the universe.

And now, that was what I call luck. Maybe God won’t just give it away that easily. And maybe He just gives it to people who worked hard for it. Thank you Lord for this. And to Otomo-sensei and Munetaka-san, “度もう ありがとう ございました”, for accommodating us.

And to my ever reliable source, thank you very much for everything. 🙂

Rurouni Kenshin. Philippine tour.

We are wiser fans now. 🙂

P.S. I wrote “Philippine Leg” because my friend and I were planning another fangirling escapade in Japan.  HOHOHO. But we still need to earn more money for that. 🙂  And to the person who got my poster, please, I am begging you.  What can I trade you for that? Or can I buy it? You could message me here if ever you got to read this.


Romaji, Kanji and English lyrics from http://jpoptime.com/

Video from Pat Lugartos
Other photo from May Natorilla


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A Song for my Darling Serenity

Article 7 of the Palawan Chronicles: Last Article


 

DISCLAIMER: I recommend listening to the song “Cool Change” by Little River Band while reading this to gain maximum serenity.

And this exhibit launches in 5, 4, 3, 2…. .

If there’s one thing in my life that’s missing

.

It’s the time that I spend alone

.

Sailing on the cool
 .

And bright clear water

.

Lots of those friendly people

.

They’re showing me ways to go

.

And I never want to lose their inspiration

.

I was born in the sign of water

.

And it’s there that I feel my best

.

It’s kind of a special feeling

.

When you’re out on the sea alone

.

Or Sun?

Or Sun?

Staring at the full moon like a lover

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Time for a cool change

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I know that it’s time for a cool change

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Now that my life is so prearranged

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I know that it’s time for a cool change

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I’ve never been romantic

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And sometimes, I don’t care

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I know it may sound selfish

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But let me breathe the air

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Let me breathe the air

Songwriter(s): Glenn Barrie Shorrock Copyright: Warner/Chappell Pty Limited

Other photos by Nessa Gabrillo

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Article 6 of the Palawan Chronicles – Fever and Farewells: The Ruins of Stalactites

ONE STEP AT A TIME: The 2013 Unclaimed Baggage Center Catalogue

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Welcome once again to my UNCLAIMED BAGGAGE CENTER, where uncollected luggage are being sold.
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This year I decided to take the ladder to freelance film life. Let’s take a look at this year’s list of items for sale to see how my climb had been. Enjoy!

(The 2012 Catalogue is available here)

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BAGGAGE NAME: Ekstra
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION: Cinemalaya Directors’ Showcase Entry
DATE OF DEPOSIT:  01252013
STATUS: sold to me

With Ms. Vilma Santos on the set of EKSTRA

With Ms. Vilma Santos on the set of EKSTRA

For me, this film was all about catching up.

After spending more than a year in regular TV work, the few film projects in the last quarter of 2012 were like turning the car key and trying to ignite the engine that went dormant for quite a long time. In this project with Direk Jeffrey Jeturian, finally, I was able to jumpstart the sleeping engine of passion inside of me.

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BAGGAGE NAME: Sana Dati
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION: Cinemalaya Director’s Showcase Entry
DATE OF DEPOSIT: 03302013
STATUS: sold to me

Actors and Actresses on the set of Sana Dati

Actors and Actresses on the set of Sana Dati

We were shooting this film in the same time frame as Ekstra so I was only able to supervise continuity for half of the shooting days. The movie was hailed Best Film in the Cinemalaya Directors’ Showcase category.
I could say that the experience was another step in the ladder. It was all about getting used to the life again, after more than a year.


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Ang Pagsugod ng mga Bulalakaw, mga Viking at mga Katipunero

Noong isang taon, isang parada, fireworks at isang maringal na salu-salo ang dahilan ng aking kaligayahan sa araw ng Disyembre 14 (Parade, Fireworks and A Royal Banquet). Ngayong taon, kakaibang paraan naman ng pagsasaya ang naganap.


Ang oras ay lagpas alas-dose na.  Disyember 14 na ang petsa.  Tumunog ang aking telepono at ang mga ito ang aking nakita.

Ito ang mga unang nagdulot sa akin ng ngiti sa araw na ito.

Maya-maya lamang ay dumating na ang mas inaabangan ko.

Tinalo man sila ng liwanag ng buwan, hindi sila nagpapigil upang ipakita sa akin ang maniningning na mga regalo mula sa kalangitan.  Wala pa ring kupas ang mga Geminid.  At wala akong sawang panonoorin sila taun-taon.

Bitbit ang aking mga kahilingan, muling bumalik ang dalawampu’t limang bulalakaw na Geminid (ang totoo, na-trapik ata ang isa kaya dalawapu’t apat na lamang ang nakabalik)  pabalik sa kalangitan.

 


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Can you spot the difference?

Smile.

So easy to draw, just have two dots and a curve line.

So easy to type, just press the colon button and the parenthesis.

So easy to wear, just arc the lips upward.

But seems to be difficult to spot which the genuine one is.

The one that bears true happiness.

Most are just cover-ups.

Custom-made ones to hide what was really there.

So no one would bother to ask,

And no one would inquire

if everything really is all right.