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.

November 30, 2011

Parang Tanga Lang

First year college ako noon nang una ko siyang makita,
Sabi nila ang cute niya pero di ko agad nakita.
Naging close kami at nalaman na siya pala'y dakila
Pero late na nang malaman ko kaya ako'y nagaga.

Dalawang taon na ang nakalilipas
Ngunit multo niya'y hanggang ngayo'y may bakas.
Ang puso kong ito puno man ng gasgas
Kung umibig nama'y walang kasing wagas.

Gusto kong ipabatid ang aking pagmamahal
Ngunit ang bibig ko'y lagi na lang nauutal.
'Pag kaharap na ang aking pinakamamahal,
Kahit simpleng "Hi" lang ay hindi ko pa mausal.

Ngayon ako'y nagsisisi sa mga di ko nagawa
Subalit ang pagsisisi'y wala na ring magagawa.
Umiyak man ako'y magmumukha lang akong kawawa
At di ko matatanggap ang kanyang walang kwentang awa.

Ang ninanais ko lang ay kaunting pagmamahal
At sa kanya ko 'yon hinintay nang kay tagal-tagal.
Ang pag-ibig ko malungkot man ay di napapagal,
Patuloy akong maghihintay sa'king minamahal.

October 19, 2011

Jessica Mendoza: Not your streotypical pretty face

Jessica Mendoza
From being her high school's home coming queen, landing cameo roles in music videos, and gracing the covers of various magazines. To being the ACET topnotcher, 100% Ateneo merit scholar, dean's lister, and a cum laude. There's not a shadow of a doubt that Jessica Mendoza is not your stereotypical pretty face. With her beauty, brilliance, and talent combined (did I mention that she dances and acts soooo well too?) she can turn the girls the other side (sure, I'm exaggerating).

Jessica Mendoza is my idol and I'm her number one fan. Je and I (close kami) are so like-minded, her dreams are also my dreams, and I obsessively look up and bow down to her. She's a radio DJ, VJ, courtside reporter, events host, freelance writer, and a print ad model. Face, brains, moves... she got it ALL (0_0). She was everything I ever wanted to be. I'm going to die if I'll meet her. God knows how much I love her. Jessica.... (*.*)

Photos of Jessica:






Videos of Jessica:

She was still a student DJ in this video. She was 19 and very fresh and cute and promising... I want to hug her!

 

She was doing the courtside report for Ateneo when she was still a student.


This was aired on Studio 23, and I'd nearly sliced my wrist because I was stupid enough not to watch this. But thank goodness there's YouTube.

 

Listen to Jessica's radio show: Top 5@5 with Andi Manzano, from Monday-Thursday, 3-6 pm in Magic 89.9. Watch her hosting stints in CGE TV and AKTV.

October 18, 2011

Dancing, acting, speaking, writing

I dance. And I do it well. I do, or at least I used to. I can teach you how to dougie and I can drop it reeaallyy looow 'cause I got the moves like Jagger. I also act. And I also do it well. I do, or at least I used to. I was one of the weird 'tards who like to do a telenovela scene in front of the mirror. Idiotic, I know.



I was a total performer before, I'd even joined a dance and acting workshop when I was younger under the scholarship grant of Herbert Baustista who was still just the vice mayor of Q.C. by that time. I'd also joined a theater group called Obra and been a cast of an indie film written and directed by Toby Alejar entitled Tawid (a horror movie that I never ever had the chance to watch). I'd ventured into TV also by the way (no, I was not a superstar; not even a starlet. Pa-extra-extra lang... ;))

But like I said, that was before. I don't know if I can still perform well because I haven't done the stuff for years now. The last time that I'd been on the dance floor was almost two years ago. I danced with the wonder beat of the Wonder Girls' Nobody (it was a hit that time, okay?) But I only danced because it was required. It was part of our play (so I acted too, umm, sort of) which was our finals in Humanities. Technically, I was in a stalemate. I dance or I fail? I chose the former.

I was truly having fun with performing. What I don't like was the strength-absorbing and time-consuming practice. I was vigorous in the first week of practice, I was restless in the second week, and I was gone in the third week. The reasons for my actions (or inaction): First, I get tired easily. Second, I'm lazy.



I piss a whole bunch of people whenever I act like that, especially if I'll back it up with this excuse: Pag-practisin n'yo 'yung kailangan ng practice. Sure, it sounds vexatious. But it does make a lot of sense. Why do I have to repeat the same steps over and over if I've already mastered it? Besides, if I think I need rehearsal, I would just do it in the comforts of my home with my own choice of time and surrounding; that would save a lot of time and energy.



Also, it's absurd because I like performing in front of people, but I don't like people in general. So being as sullen and hostile as I am, those were maybe the underlying causes of the sudden halt of my theatrical life.



But as the old saying goes, "If God closes the door, he opens the windows." (Did I put that thing right?)


When I entered the wonderful world of university life, I learned a new skill. I learned to play with my tongue (not in the way you think). I discovered the wonders of communication and I realized how essential it is to have a tongue of privilege (to quote James Soriano). Since then, I learned to tune in to various radio shows (not the masa ones); to watch music channels like MYX, and also sports channels like ABS-CBN Sports. Though I pretty much enjoy the music and games, my primary reason for tuning in to those shows are the hosts. Isn't it funny to think that I'm not entirely familiar with the players but I'm a huge fan of the sportscasters?



And when I finally have a majorship (I'm majoring in English). I learned to write and I learned to use my head, finally (I'll not be able to survive the demands of our ever lovable department otherwise). I'm already a voracious reader since high school, but I didn't really use to write. But now that I'm in college, I often find myself holding a pen and paper or clacking a keyboard. First, because I have to. Second, because I like to. And now, I'm not just a voracious reader. I'm a certified struggling writer as well.



I fell in love with speaking and writing because of the cosmos that I'm exposed to. As an English major, I am required to listen, speak, read, write, and think well. Plus, as an English major, I am surrounded with other English majors who listen, speak, read, write, and think well. So what options do I have? Oh I love my majorship. Buncha pressure.

For the record, you'll never see me crying my eyes out in front of the mirror for no apparent reason. You'll now frequently see me lounging on the couch with a book propped against my knees while my mind's traveling in many places. That's a good mental exercise. Try it.

October 17, 2011

That's My Friend

He walks me home everyday
Although I walk like a snail.
He carries my things especially
If I look miserably weary.

He allots time just only for me
Although he's crazy freaking busy.
He checks me up regularly,
I'm sure he cares genuinely.

He shares his secrets to me
And trusts me wholeheartedly.
And he never gets mad at me
Even if I tease him so badly.

He's there when I desperately need company
And his shoulder's forever heartily ready.
His ears are always ready to listen
Though my stories are boring and beaten.

He never fails to commend my every deed
Whether or not it is indeed a good deed.
He finds my call-center accent so amusing
Though the rest of the world find it so assuming.

A shoulder to cry on.
A wide wall to lean on.
A sandbag to punch on.
A big joke to laugh on.

That's my friend, through it all.