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“Do re mi fa pu pu pu waaahh!!”
October 1, 2008, 1:30 pm
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I thought of watching just up to five episodes, which every episode runs for 40 to 45 minutes, bearing in mind that I had Miko Ezekiel’s christening party that I needed to attend the following morning.  But rather, I saw myself sitting on a hard chair like an owl waiting for food in a span of ten hours; that is, from 8:00 p.m. till 6 a.m., watching Nodame Cantabile.  Gyoba!! I LOVE IT!!

Nodame Cantabile according to Wiki is:

“Based on the hit comic book by Tomoko Ninomiya, this is a fun-filled quirky romantic story of two very opposite people.

Megumi Noda, or “Nodame” is a piano student at Momogaoka College of Music. An extremely talented pianist who wants to be a kindergarten teacher, she prefers playing by ear rather than reading the music score. She is messy and disorganized, takes baths several days apart and loves to eat, sometimes stealing her friend’s lunchbox when it is filled with delicacies.

Shinichi Chiaki, is Momogaoka’s top student. Born into a musical family, he is talented in piano and violin and has secret ambitions to become a conductor. An arrogant multi-lingual perfectionist who once lived abroad in the music capitals of the world as a young boy, he feels mired in Japan because of a childhood phobia.

They meet by accident. Nodame quickly falls in love, but it takes much longer for Chiaki to even begin to appreciate Nodame’s unusual qualities. Their relationship causes them both to develop and grow. Because of Nodame, Chiaki got the opportunity to lead a student orchestra and begins to have a broader appreciation of people’s musical abilities. Because of Chiaki, Nodame faces her fears and enters a piano competition. Opportunities open up as both begin taking risks, stretching themselves far more than they ever thought possible.”

It caused me an interest to take timpani, kontrabass, horn, oboe, clarinet, violin and particularly piano lessons.  I wanted to play the piano, though, even before I watched this drama.  Hugh Laurie made me want to do that. <Blink>

I fall asleep around 6:00 a.m., woke up past 9:00 to get to the party in time — that I was not really sure.  Lemme think again.  But there was more to watch, the Nodame special, which runs approximately four hours. I was more than determined to finish that.  Finally, they were in Praha to watch Viera-sensei conduct and then headed to Paris where Nodame got a scholarship to study music.

I arrived home around 3:00 in the afternoon.  I was just relieved having gone home because the near drunkards at the party wanted to share tables, which is quite irritating, at least for me.  I am not used to such “socialization,” I guess.  I managed to sneak my brother’s laptop from his room and then started watching.  My mother, who acted like a villain to my finish-nodame-cantabile-special endeavour, said, “Matulog ka muna! Di ka ba inaantok?!” I just nodded a no.

The whole time I was waiting for the story to focus on Nodame.  I would want to see her perform the piano not the sloppy way.  Then, near the end, her first recital was announced, Mozart being the main theme.  I enjoyed watching that, and to start off with Mozart’s Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star is just mere brilliance.   <Hehehe.>  I just thought it fits her character, which I very much like.

The Fart Exercise, I was listening to that several times in a day immediately after I received Nodame’s soundtrack from Ana.  It’s a children song composed, arranged, and sang by Nodame whose first dream is to be a kindergarten teacher.  >> “Let’s emit a good sound, energetically emitted.  Do re mi fa PU PU PU, waah!”

Like before, I have screenshots!! Hurrah!!

Chiaki, as she said, it’s cream soup. Believe her for Mozart’s sake.

Puri Gorota!

Coalpit Mackerel, which she cooked for Chiaki.  How sweet!

You’re Jackie Chan, not Stresseman, admit it and don’t lure Nodame to go to One More Kiss!

I can’t help but laugh seeing this photo!

Dreaming of Senpai!

I would want, too!

Masumi, such a kawaii!!

You really look like Toma Ikuta.

S-Oke unite!

Nakao (It’s his name in Hana Kimi) and Masumi quarreling over the senpai they admire.

The Rising Star Orchestra!

Waahh!! Kinikilig ako!! Waahh!!

Uh-huh, but he’s got a tuned piano in his room. Unfair!

Nodame learning French.

Conducting competition.

Whoooshh!!!

And from my most favorite scene — Nodame being Mozart.



Korobokkur!
September 23, 2008, 1:08 pm
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Honey and Clover or Hachimitsu to Kuroba, I watched the Japanese live version because of Toma Ikuta, I liked it.  But now that I had seen the manga, what can I say but Kawaii! Shiawase da.

Quotable Quotes:

Harada to Rika: You don’t need to have a home to go back to.  You already have me.  I will never leave your side.

Takemoto:  The thing called the ferris wheel is here so you can peacefully sit with the person you like and traverse the sky.


Nomiya to Yamada: You lousy girl, I told you to call me if something happened.

>> This was after he learned through Miwako that Yamada volunteered to work on weekends at Harada Design where Mayama, the one who just recently dumped her, works.  He called the Harada Design’s office to talk to Yamada, but Yamada insisted that she was doing okay, he had nothing to worry about.  Nomiya sensed otherwise.  He snatched his car keys from the desk and headed to Tokyo, which from Tottori is a nine-hour drive.  He arrived there and found out that Miwako requested the depressed Yamada to go to Tottori to give something to him.  Immediately, he — even though he hadn’t slept yet — drove back to Tottori.  He arrived there by afternoon.  Yamazaki, Nomiya’s colleague, kept Yamada busy all day touring Tottori after learning from Miwako that Nomiya was desperate to see her.  Nomiya was just in time when he got there.  Yamada just said that she really had to go back to Tokyo because it was getting late.  He grabbed her arm, dropped in the couch and said this before falling asleep:  “Yamada, don’t go back.  We’ll talk when I am awake.”

<Imagine that! Eighteen hours, almost a day of driving, without taking a rest, just to see a girl and console her.>  I like their “relationship” more than what the others have. <Kilig>

Hagumi-chan after being wrapped by Morita with a kiss and, literally, with a red scarf.  I rewinded it several times just to see again and again Morita’s expression after  the kiss.  I just laughed and laughed and laughed and wait, oh, I laughed. 😀

Mayama, Nomiya, Yamazaki

Nomiya, aishiteru wa.



A Beri Ispeysiyal Lab: Sir, Ga’no Ka-Close?
August 13, 2008, 12:57 pm
Filed under: All That Jazz!, Backdrop, Tabloid

Si SARAH GERONIMO AT ANG MAINGAY NA BABAE

Si Adelaida Magtalas o Laida sa kaniyang pamilya, ang Philippinized name na naisip ng iskripwrayter para sa female protaganist niya, ay isang “modern-day belle,” quoting Wikipedia, isang “simpleton,” ayon na naman sa Wikipedia, na may pagtingin sa mayamang si Miggy Montenegro — cliche — nag-iisang anak ni
Mr. Montenegro sa kaniyang pangalawang asawa at presidente ng isang soon-to-be-defunct na men’s magazine, ang The Bachelor.

Sa bungad, Tanging Ina revisited, si Laida habang naka-pantulog pa, sa medyo magulo pero naka-ispraynet niyang buhok na may highlights, na busy sa pag-aasikaso sa kaniyang mga kapatid na papasok sa iskuwela.

Sunod na larawan, sa loob ng sasakyan nila kasama ang kaniyang pamilya, na-overhaul si Sarah, may makukulay siyang bangles sa kanang kamay niya, naka-high heels, may lavender na palamuting bulaklak ang coat niya, may fancy leather bag na kulay green, at siyempre andiyan ang naka-ispraynet niyang buhok na may highlights pa din. Hawak niya ang folder niyang kulay pink na may disenyong calculator at ang ballpen na may yellow na bulaklak sa dulo. ‘Yan siguro yung “modern-day belle” sa description ng Wikipedia. Naalala ng friend ko si Jolina sa kaniya.

Parang Araby ni James Joyce yung enlightenment ni Laida matapos siyang mapahiya sa isang meeting at sabihan ni Miggy na, “Maybe you can’t even say the word ‘sex.’ I don’t need your opinion. I just need you to do your job.” Napaluha ang modern-day belle sa kaniyang mga tinuran.

Lumabas ang isyu ng conditional at unconditional love. Wala daw konsepto ng “unconditional love” ang complicated na si Miggy, lalaki, samantalang si Laida, babae, through her neutral family, can use it in a sentence. Nagtalo sila sa ilalim ng ulan. Whiny sa ulan si Miggy habang nakikinig at may hawak na golf umbrella si Laida. What a scene!

Si JOHN LLOYD CRUZ AT ANG MITO NG PAGKALALAKI

Miggy Montenegro, Laida Magtalas’s love interest — kaakibat ng pangalan ang posisyon nila sa social hierarchy — is “the youngest of the Montenegro clan, a well-established family in the business world.”

In a supposed-to-be dramatic scene, Miggy said his memorable line for me:

Laida: Naramdaman kong ang tiring na mahalin ka sa ganiyang ugali mo, sa ganiyang pananaw mo sa buhay, sa pamilya mo. Minsan conceited ka, pero nagpaka-martir akong mahalin ka. At na-feel ko lang recently pagod na ako, you know, exhausted.
Miggy: Ako rin, tri-ny kong mahalin ang sarili ko at nahirapan din ako. (I was waiting for a “NYIII” pero wala eh. LOLs)

Sa maingay na kalsada ng kung iisipin ko ay sa Maynila, nasa loob ng fx si Laida kausap si Violy, isa niyang officemate, sa kaniyang cellphone. Ipinapakiusap ni Violy kung puwede na sabihin sa kaniya kung bababa na siya ng fx.

Bumaba na si Laida. Bumungad sa kaniya ang isang truck sa kabilang lane ng kalsada. May humunguous banner na may sulat na “I’m sorry.” Tumigil ang truck at nag-play sa ere ang revival na kanta ng MYMP.

“Kailan? Kailan mo ba mapapansin ang aking lihim. Kahit anong gawing lambing di mo pinapansin.”

Bumukas ang truck, laman sa loob ang isang banda. Umalis ang truck upang ipakita si Miggy, ang may-ari ng “malamyang” tinig. Iisipin ng ilan na pumarada lang somewhere near ang truck kung nasaan ang sound system, pero busy ang kalsada, sagabal sa mga motorista ang truck. Using a chordless mic and subwoofers hidden in the bushes, Miggy continuously sang for her beloved Laida. Sur-round!

May impact yung portrayal ni John Lloyd, eksena, isang umaga sa kaniyang condo, may sakit siya, nakahiga sa sofa, nanginginig, may hawak na laruang tren. Dumating si Laida dala ang draft ng mga articles para sa anniversary issue ng magazine. The camera focused on Miggy’s near-hallucination at ang pang-mayamang laruan na train set. Upon learning that he is sick, though, for me I thought he became mentally-ill, she takes care of Miggy. At that time, we were expecting a box of paracetamol biogesic in the cabinet, but it is nowhere to be found. 😀

Denouement under the rain, the characters’ last chance to perform the sun dance, I guess.

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For a chick flick, it’s quite a fun watch, especially when you’re seeing it with Friends even if they almost throw a ball at me for racking my vocal chords for JL. I was reminded that we just played basketball before we watched the film, so hindi talaga abstract ang bola.

And there is something about Sarah that I like, siguro yung bangles niya and JL is pulchritudinous. Yes! Hahaha.. 😀

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** Si Rosanna Roces at ang Maingay na Babae
** Si Richard Gomez at ang Mito ng Pagkalalaki



“Dream is Destiny.”
July 19, 2008, 8:42 am
Filed under: Backdrop, Liriko, Uncategorized

It slipped off my mind that we will see Ann play her last BPOlympics basketball match later this afternoon at the Meralco theater. Ayreen just texted me last night through my brother’s phone, which, by the way, my brother jokingly told me to read a message in his phone on a gesture of putting the phone in front of my face. How lovely of my brother! When we last met, Ann requested us to see her last game, Be there and take a picture of me playing. Come on, it’s my last game. I’ve invited you to watch me play since my first match and you never came, I remember her ranting to that effect.

The game is scheduled at past 6:00. My other friends are killing time somewhere while waiting for us to meet at the Galleria. I spent the earlier part of this day watching Across the Universe, a musical film by Julie Taymor. I’ve heard about it from a friend. Intrigued, I downloaded it .AVI. I’ve loved musicals, musical films, after I watched RENT, and I dream of being in the ensemble of RENT and singing SEASONS OF LOVE with all my heart. One great scene is La Vie Boheme and I like Angel and Collins’ rendition of I’ll Cover You.

With Across the Universe, it came to mind that song interpretation differs by context. As an example, Beatles’ I Want You Bad was used to depict Uncle Sam’s persuasion of his men to serve his country by being a part of the support force in Vietnam as well as to show Sadie and her partner’s affection toward each other. Another would be Sturgess’ and Anderson’s Strawberry Fields, now, I think of love and war hearing that song.

Fifteen minutes and I am off here.

Last Cinemanila, I’ve seen Julie Delpy’s self-produced, self-written film, Duox Jours A Paris, with an English title of Two Days in Paris, which she starred opposite Adam Goldberg and her real-life parents, as far as I remember. I like Delpy in Before Sunrise, Before Sunset opposite Ethan Hawke, but I guess reading its script would be far better than watching the film. Seeing her in Duox Jours A Paris made me like Delpy more as an actress.

It’s interesting to see her again acting her role in Richard Linklater’s, her director for Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Waking Life. It’s my first time to see it, though it’s a 2001 Linklater film. I searched for its script and I think it’s one film worth watching. Utorrent, work fast… please. 🙂

Here is an excerpt:

***

(Main character walks through the airport and telephones his friend – 322.0031. There’s a girl there, and he sees her.)

Hey man, it’s me. Um, I just got back into town. I thought maybe I could bum a ride off you or something, but that’s cool. I could probably just take a cab, something like that. Um — Yeah, I guess I’ll hang out with you later, something like that.

***

(A boat car drives up in front of the airport)

Ahoy there matey! You in for the long haul? You need a little hitch in your get-along, a little lift on down the line?

Oh, um, yeah, actually, I was waiting for a cab or something, but if you want to …

All right. Don’t miss the boat.

(He gets in.) Hey, thanks.

Not a problem. Anchors aweigh!

So what do you think of my little vessel? She’s what we call “see-worthy.” S-E-E. See with your eyes. I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. Voila. And this? This is like my little window to the world, and every minute it’s a different show. Now, I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I’ll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I’m saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and good-byes. The ride does not require an explanation. Just occupants. That’s where you guys come in. It’s like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now, you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack. But it’s all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you’re given. And don’t worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines. I say color outside the lines. You know what I mean? Color right off the page. Don’t box me in. We’re in motion to the ocean. We are not landlocked, I’ll tell ya that. So where do you want out?

Uh, who, me? Am I first? Um, I don’t know. Really, anywhere is fine.

Well, just — just give me an address or something, okay?

Uh —

(The guy sitting next to him in the back seat speaks up) Tell you what, go up three more streets, take a right, go two more blocks, drop this guy off on the next corner.

Where’s that?

Well I don’t know either, but it’s somewhere, and it’s going to determine the course of the rest of your life. All ashore that’s going ashore. Ha ha ha ha ha. Toot, toot.

__

Now, I’m late.

Another excerpt from the same site:

(Two kids — a girl and a boy — playing a game of “frog”)

Um, pick a color.

Blue.
B-L-U-E. Pick a number.

Eight.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Pick one more number.

15.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. Pick another number.

Six.

Okay. “Dream is destiny.”



The Tomato Tree
July 13, 2008, 7:52 am
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A high school teacher used the tomato tree punishment to scare us off when we, her students, weren’t able to submit on time our assignments for her subject. She used to tell that she would hang us on a tomato tree for not doing what we were supposed to do. If I were a painter like Frida Kahlo, I want to illustrate that, a poor student being hanged on a tomato tree by her teacher, just imagine Coraline‘s other mother with black button eyes and cockroaches popping out of her mouth when she talks in Neil Gaiman’s story as the punisher-teacher. But no, take that thought out of your head as Ms. Padua is a soft-voiced, lenient teacher. When she thought her students were tired of the tomato tree punishment threat, she created a new one. You have an option to put a chicken feather on your head, mimicking the native Indians in America, and do a rain dance. Of course, we took that as a laugh, that it really isn’t a punishment, just a usual jest of hers. And one thing to remember about her, In class, when a student teases a boy to a girl, she had an anecdote, too. I remember she told us her idea of infatuation; that is, it only lasts for three seconds. That is how transient it is.

Standing still, I look at the sky, the clouds and how they move slowly. I imagine myself lying on a grass just staring at the ocean up above, contemplating, as far as I get the clouds to be a flying carpet and take me millions away from all my wee tribulations in life.

I look up on the ceiling from my post in our office and I see an opening. Just to make my usual day extraordinaire, I imagine myself to be Stephen King, changing a scene in my novel It. In lieu of hearing voices in the sinkhole while blood was flowing out off the faucet, a voice coming off on an opening in the ceiling followed by uneasy movements up there will send the heroine to unconsciousness.

I stare instead on the grocer’s ceiling while waiting for my turn in the baggage counter, ignoring the sound of acid drops in my intestines, the smell of cooked meat at the nearby rotisserie store, and getting myself a good grip as I was lost in translation with a daughter talking in Chinese to her mother who were next in line to me. I still remember clearly earlier that day, I checked my account and it just gave me a receipt saying “insufficient funds or funds not available.”

I glared at the huge signages at the grocer, hoping that it will give me a hint which shelf where the pesticide that my mother told me to buy was located. I passed through a queue of large shopping carts in the canned goods section, avoiding bumping into a saleslady offering a free taste with the fear of getting the whole plate. I helplessly eyed at the yogurt on a chiller, hoping to buy one after reading on an e-source that it would take your stress out, reasoning out its nutritional content, which, I dare not thought off anymore at that moment as a war was going on in my belly. I looked through every shelves and I remember young Marjane Satrapi riding a shopping cart, passing through every shelves, while her mother mediated between two women quarreling for an item, each of them stating that she found it first. In Persepolis, a film depicting Iran in the time of war, a life story of Marjane Satrapi, an almost empty grocer was shown. Food was scarce. Each individual was struggling to survive. When Marjane’s parents sent her to France to study, avoiding war, to be a liberal and cultured individual, as her mother wanted her to be, she made going to the grocer as her hobby. In France, there were no empty shelves, no two women quarreling over a can of milk and calling each other a bitch, far from what they had in Iran.

I have a constant fear of that happening in my own country. I put the problem of drought and famine on my shoulder. I forgot my own hunger for a while after recalling a documentary about Filipino children in provinces who were happy just with boiled root crops as their lunch and then frown after eating their share and thinking when their stomach will be filled again, maybe after a day or two. Before, nations are engaging into war to get hold of lands with abundant resources. Now I fear of war triggered by one’s desire to attain the remaining resources. An exaggerated picture of the two women in the grocer shown in Persepolis.

After that thought, I felt the war in my belly has not yet ceased. I was paying at the cashier, and I stared at my wallet containing an amount just enough to pay for the goods and my allowance till the next payday. The woman next to me, opened her purse, then her wallet. Unintentionally, I got a glimpse of my whole month salary in there. I looked away. Then I saw a hand placed on the cashier table a big Pringles can with others snacks. Again, I looked away and gave the few pennies I have to the cashier. I went out of the store, walked as fast as I could to the terminal and comfortably sat on the FX. A couple with their child got inside the car. After fixing their things, the young mother let her son sit on her lap and eat the Shake Shake fries that they bought. I fancied of going out of the car, getting to McDonald’s and buying myself some nuggets. But I just looked at the car’s roof and on the handrail, just at the top of my head, I found a white rosary.  It is innocently staring at me.

On my way home, I stared at the sky, the clouds as they were slowly moving and I thought of the tomato tree punishment. Looking at it, you alone will never be punished. The tomato’s delicate stem will break bearing your weight on it and you will fall on the ground. Emotions make you heavier. Anxiety makes you heavier. Pessimism makes you heavier. Cynicism makes you heavier. Nihilism makes you heavier. You would want to hang on the tomato tree and watch it bear fruits and those fruits turn red than make the tomato lose a stem and you falling on the ground.



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