May 2005


Poetry28 May 2005 10:42 am

Kahit saang panahon ata tumatagos ang mga titik na ito ni Walt Whitman.

Walt Whitman
I Sit And Look Out

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband–I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid–I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny–I see martyrs and
prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea–I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these–All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.

Et cetera27 May 2005 11:19 am

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any name would smell as sweet.”

I got this from a stupid website for those who have nothing to write on their blogs. Some of it are true though, especially the “yummy” part. Haha! Whatever that means.

MYLA TORRES
M is for Mellow
Y is for Yummy
L is for Logical
A is for Artistic
is for
T is for Trendy
O is for Old
R is for Refined
R is for Rebellious
E is for Energetic
S is for Shy


What Does Your Name Mean?


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Multimedia25 May 2005 04:59 pm

Last night, I was so bushed I just wanted to drift off to sleep fast. But I couldn’t. Wong Kar-Wai on dvd was calling me, luring me once more to watch his poetry on film. Thanks to Jem who bought me an original dvd copy of Chungking Express (I so love you Jemmy!). I’ve been wanting to have a copy of this movie since seeing it twice back in college. And so, eyes half closed, Ederic and I watched as Takeshi Kaneshiro’s He Qiu-Wu pined for his ex-girlfriend while ingesting thirty expired cans of pineapple.

Chungking_Express

Can’t really choose what scene I loved best: Qiu Wu jogging to get water out of his system so there would be nothing left for tears (panalo sa kakornihan to!), the cop played by Tony Leung talking to a piece of worn-out rag, Faye (Faye Wong) head banging to the music of Beach Boys (California dreamin….), the Chinese version of the Cranberries’ Dreams blasting from the cd player, the cop catching Faye red handed.
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Life in Autumn23 May 2005 01:57 pm

There is nothing I could do or say to bring a stop to your pain. Misery has its way of alienating you, disengage you from others, making you feel as if you are the center of this god-forsaken universe. Misery from a lost love is even more brutal and uninhibited. How then could I help you pass stages of anger, resentment, guilt and irresolutely course your way to acceptance? I don’t know how. And I’m not even trying, lest you call me pakialamera and mahadera. I’ve been called those explicits before by someone who has once, twice, thrice plunged into ludicrous relationships. I do not want to be the villain giving unsolicited advises and constantly prodding you to recall the glorious past and what went wrong.

What I could do now is to keep my lines open 24/7 in case you need someone to down those San Mig lights with you. Or smoke till our hearts’ content if and when you decide to succumb to nicotine and tar. I could sit beside you quietly or we could laugh like before while watching a nonchalant, sometimes wacky no brainer Korean movie. Or we could talk about it repeatedly and exhaust everything there is to mull over until we puke.
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Life in Autumn18 May 2005 01:55 pm

Sana makarating rin ako sa Paris, chos!

Para pala kay Ate Tex ito. Sana mahanap mo rin ang Paris mo. :)

FREE MAN IN PARIS
Joni Mitchell

“The way I see it,” he said
“You just can’t win it…
Everybody’s in it for their own gain
You can’t please ‘em all
There’s always somebody calling you down
I do my best
And I do good business
There’s a lot of people asking for my time
They’re trying to get ahead
They’re trying to be a good friend of mine
I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no one’s future to decide
You know I’d go back there tomorrow
But for the work I’ve taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song
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