December 27, 2011

Friend...

Dear Friend,

I don't know and I don't even care if it's too late for me to say this so I will say it anyway. You're  both wonderfully depressing and depressingly wonderful at the same time. You're amazing and you heartlessly devastate the hell out of me to the point that I want to laugh and cry like a special child whenever I see you. You raise me up to the top of the world with just a glimpse of your face, and then you dig my grave from under the ground with the sight of your fingers locked with hers. But although it pains me to see you with somebody else, the joy that I feel with the actuality of seeing you overwhelms the trivial pain that it incorporates because I love you.

I love you that's why even though we're from different networks, my phone always has enough load so I could text you. I love you that's why even though my feet hurt like hell, I still prefer to stand in the LRT and make my way home with you. I love you that's why even though I don't wake up next to you, I wear my heels and makeup on to make sure that I'll always be pretty for you. I love you that's why even though your teeth are not perfect, the best thing to make my day is a smile that comes from you. I love you that's why although your name sounds queer, it's the name of the only person that I adore the most. I love you that's why even though it's hard... I will not ask you to love me back. Because I love you like my own dear life and I don't give the littlest damn whether you love me the way I love you or not.

Beth

December 24, 2011

Mahal kita friend

Ngayon ko lang to naramdaman. Wala akong ganang kumain. Hindi ko rin magawang matulog. Wala akong magawang kahit ano bukod sa isipin siya. Tumulala, mag-muni-muni, at hanapin ang gamot sa hika na pinalala pa ng di nakikisamang pagtibok ng aking puso. Inhale, ooh... Exhale, aah... Kaya mo yan Lizzy, kaya mo yan. Di ko na alam kung dala ba ng asthma o heartache ang dahilan ng paninikip ng aking dibdib (o baka naman masikip lang ang bra ko?) Sa tingin ko karma na to. Masama kasi ang ugali ko. Ngayon alam ko na kung paano masaktan, kaya naman New Year's Resolution ko na ang di manakit ng puso ng iba.



Alam ko na hindi ko siya dapat sisihin. Taken na siya, ano pa inaasahan ko? Gaga rin kasi ako, kung kailan pa siya nagka-girlfriend dun pa ko nagpakaganito. Pero di rin niya ako masisisi na mahalin ko siya. Gwapo, matalino, mabait... lahat ng magandang bagay nasa kanya na. At kahit di maganda, nagiging maganda basta siya ang may gawa. Napakabuti niyang tao. Kahit bad mood ako, may topak, o may sapi man, pinipilit pa rin niya akong intindihin. Kahit pagsalitaan ko siya ng kung anu-ano, hindi pa rin niya makuhang magalit sa'kin. Kaya naman mahal na mahal ko siya. Kaya naman di ako maka-move on. Kaya patuloy akong nasasaktan. Pero ayos lang, mas gusto ko na ang ganito, syempre ayoko namang matapos yung pagkakaibigan namin di ba? Mas hindi ko kaya yon.

Gusto ko sana siyang yakapin, gusto ko siyang hagkan, gusto kong ipagsigawan na mahal ko siya. Parang bombang sasabog ang puso ko. Parang sugat na binudburan ng asin. Parang toothache na di tinatablan ng pain reliever. Parang gripong sira na patuloy sa pagbuga ng tubig kahit wala namang may kailangan nito. Nais kong ipadama ang nararamdaman ko pero hindi pwede. Kaya naman dapat na akong makuntento na ligawan siya sa tingin, magmasid sa gigilid, at hintayin ang mutual na pagtingin na para sa akin.

December 15, 2011

Ligo Na U, Lapit Na Me: Book Review

When I first laid my eyes on Eros Atalia’s Peksman (Mamamatay Ka Man) Nagsisinungaling Ako in one of the shelves in National Bookstore, it already caught my attention. Aside from its bizarre title and book cover—in the cover is an ugly and dirty-looking old man with a disgusting set of teeth and has his right arm risen as if making a promise—but what really dazzled me is the author of the book. To my surprise, Eros Atalia is a PNU alumnus. He’s a PNUan just like me! This piece of information gave me an instant sense of school pride. Right then and there, I told myself that I should buy his books or at least one of his books for now. I had planned to buy the Peksman but I was dazzled yet again to know that he was the creator of Ligo Na U, Lapit Na Me. Ligo Na U was premiered in local cinemas as an independent film but I didn’t get to watch it. So when I had the money, I bought Ligo Na U instead of Peksman.

The title and the book design of Ligo Na U are also very catchy. In the cover there’s an old man—the same man in Peksman’s cover—and a young lady whose maybe in her late teens or early twenties who are sitting in the street beside a poso with the kids around. The lady is wiping the man’s foot with her hair while the kids are just watching them. At first, you’ll think that the setting happened in a depressed area and Intoy is the old man. But the picture was actually just a dream of Benzon—Intoy’s unhinged pal. According to Benzon, this dream is a sign that the aliens are going to capture the Earth. I remember that there’s a same scene happened in the Bible where a woman washed Jesus’ feet with perfume and wiped it dry using her hair. It’s a great design but the man shouldn’t be old because Benzon is not old. (Yes, Benzon is the man in the cover and the girl is the girl that he has an ultimate crush on.)

Anyway, I read the book with full anticipation and high expectation. But to my great despair, I was deeply disappointed. The plot is plainly simple, it was basically about the relationship of Intoy and Jen. Intoy is a not so good looking, not so smart, and not so rich college dude, while Jen is a beautiful and well-off college girl. Intoy and Jen’s life intertwined when Jen had been caught by the school guard having sex with her boyfriend during that time in one of the classrooms of her former Catholic school. Although what they’d done was ostensibly illegal and punishable, the school administration didn’t want to create a bad publicity for the school so instead of expelling Jen and her boyfriend, they just had an internal arrangement that the two should leave and transfer to another university in their own “free will” instead.

Obediently, Jen did what she was told to do. In her third year in college, Jen transferred to a state university. Being as gorgeous as she is in a place where beautiful women are endangered species; Jen grabbed every people’s attention. Boys want to be with her; girls want to be like her. Every living creature in the university adores her but Intoy, or so he pretended. Intoy is neither handsome nor smart nor rich, but his indifference had been his route to get Jen’s attention. Jen was appalled that a pretty girl like her has been ignored by a dude like Intoy. But later on, Jen and Intoy became friends, or more than friends. They became friends with benefits.



Jen is very promiscuous. She goes for casual sex. She fucks around. Commonly, this type of behavior has underlying causes, like broken family, child molestation, or even social deprivation. But surprisingly, Jen didn’t experience any of those. Jen grew up in a rather well-off and holistic family. In here, the author wants to point out that whatever type of individual we turned out to be, the society and the person’s experiences shouldn’t be blamed.

Hmm, very humanistic, but I totally disagree with this. I believe that in some point or another, the person’s early experiences in life are great contributors to the individual’s total personality, and so as the environment in which the person belongs. Jen was disturbed without second thought. She was even asking Intoy what the ideal time to commit suicide is. I had a strong feeling that Jen was suffering a major emotional landscape, aside from being impregnated by another man. The sad thing is, there was no way the readers would know what was it because the author didn’t bother to discuss it or to even give a hint of what was going on in Jen’s life. All I know is she’s rich and gorgeous and promiscuous—nothing more.

The story ends without a closure because according to Atalia, the concept of closure is just for the people who are lazy to know the real end of a story. In fairy tales they always end the story with “They live happily ever after,” but the story doesn’t really end there. It’s just the middle point of their lives. Atalia said that in real life, people just come and go. That’s why in his novel, Jen just disappeared suddenly.

I agree that there are people who come and go in our lives and there’s really no happily ever after, because after the marriage, new problems will surely sprout in a couple’s life. But the point is, real life is different from fiction. We read and write fiction because real life is vague and boring, while fiction is made to be artistic and entertaining. Jen is just a chapter in Intoy’s life, but that chapter must have a closure so the next chapter will flow smoothly, so the chapters in Intoy’s life will have a sense of coherence and unity. If Atalia thinks that closure are just for writers who are lazy to know the “real” ending, for me, his idea is just an excuse for his own laziness in putting a closure or at least a decent open end in his work.

Ligo Na U is not a novel. It’s a collection of the author’s random opinions about random issues that disguises itself as a novel. The story—heck, it’s still a “story”—was a roller coaster of events that has nothing to do with the heart of the freaking “story”. It seemed like I was reading a published blog than a novel.

Another sad thing is, there are some points of view that I can’t make sense with. Like the one about sports. The author was saying that we shouldn’t make things complicated. He said the basketball ring should be lowered and the court should be smaller, yaddi yaddi yadda… It doesn't make sense because the sports are made that way because of the spirit of the game. The complicacy makes the game exciting and fun. No one will enjoy playing Basketball or any other kind of sports if there’s no spirit of challenge and competition.

He said we should come up to more “creative sports” like pataasan ng ihi, pabanguhan ng jebs, o palakihan ng kulangot. I doubt if somebody will agree with his ideas. Obviously because ihi, jebs, and kulangot are gross enough as they are that even hearing those words is enough to lose somebody’s appetite. (I’m actually losing mine while writing this down.) These crazy ideas will not sell at all, so stop this craziness for goodness’ sake!

Throughout the book, the author tried to sound smart and funny but he unfortunately can’t. I can’t help but think that Eros Atalia is a certified frustrated Bob-Ong-wannabe. His insane/irrational ideas are neither brilliant nor funny. He is neither brilliant nor funny.

Retard Epiphany

I was asking myself, ‘If I would acquire another talent, what would it be?’ I want to learn how to paint and draw. I wish I had that artistic side in me. I feel a little bad because the thought makes me realize my inability. Then I've had this epiphany. I have an expert’s eye when it comes to beauty. I appreciate everything beautiful. I like looking at beautiful women and trust me I’m straight. I want to paint the faces and the bodies of alluring women. I can’t paint, but I can learn the art of photography. My blog now contains various photos that I've gathered from the net. A group of photo bloggers commended my blog including the photos, and they wanted me to join their site. Of course I declined the offer because first, I like doing things on my own and second, those photos are not mine.


So what’s the point of this all? The point is I know what’s beautiful and artistic and what’s not. It means… I indeed have an expert’s eye! I need a workshop. Give me that SLR. I’ll make my photo blog—soon.

December 09, 2011

Wormed

I love books. I'm not a highly intellectual dork and I'm not that fond of studying but I like seeing shelves full of books. It has a relaxing effect on me. I like the smell of newly printed papers and the sight of words on a page. I'm an amateur in wrapping gifts but I'm a virtuoso in covering books. Anyone can borrow money from me—if I have, that's the question—but nobody can borrow my books, they are my priced possessions, unless, the book is highly exceptional that I feel the urge to share it with a friend.




When some people get to see my books at home, they'll instantly go wild and tell me, "You read all of that?!?!" as if I did an act that changed the world history. I just refuse to inform them that I read and reread all of the books several times so they won't go nuts.

I love reading. I can spend the entire weekends reading inside the house, never step out, and talk to no one. My family is seriously getting disconcerted with my "weird" demeanor. They think I'm sad whenever I spend too much time reading, which is ironic because I truly enjoy it a lot. Sure, when I read, I'm basically alone, but I'm not alone "alone". How can I explain to them that I'm talking to a best-selling author? That I'm touring the different parts of the world? That the book IS my company?

Reading is the only activity that enables us to visit many places and meet various individuals with just a flip of a page. That's why I love reading, and you should love it too. Pick up that book. You'll thank me for it.