Thursday, November 29, 2007

I Can't Even Spell Car Foo

I don't want to be paranoid about this whole curfew thing, because if this is going to continue it will kill whatever little social life I have.

A little bit of trivia: two years ago we used to play badminton at Camp Aguinaldo at ISAFP, where the Magdalo soldiers were detained. I often see now Senator Trillanes playing with the other soldiers and ISAFP staff. I never played with him or against him, because I terribly suck at the game, and I'm afraid he would whack me with his racket out of frustration. We were supposed to play just until 8pm, but sometimes we overstay.

Staff to Trillanes: "Sir, hanggang 8 lang po."
Trillanes: "Bakit, anong gagawin nila sa kin, ikukulong?"

Half: The LHC Official Entry to Cinemalomo 2007



Trivia:

  • HALF is inspired by a graffiti of a half heart found in a parking lot.
  • There were no other back-ups for Chips and Fozzy. We shoot them or we dont do the film.
  • The layout of HALF is art directed to look like a photograph, like leafing through pictures.
  • Pre-production meet ups were done at grams rockwell where the first meet was basically a drinking session.
  • We shot HALF without a script. Dont think, just shoot, which made some members of the group uncomfortable.
  • While shooting Half, the sun decided to be a bitch for a day and didn't offer her rays, which made the Oktomat, Actionsampler and Supersampler shots dark. In a way it was an advantage which decided the mood of the whole film.
  • There were two other locations that were deleted in the movie: the church shots and the other side of the baywalk shots that had a "Manila Vice" signage in Miami Vice colors.
  • After the first day shoot LHC went to Chinatown for lunch! The highlight of the feast: frogs legs, fried chicken, tofu, brocolli and a heap of yang chow rice. After lunch we walked to Hidalgo to pay homage to the land of old cameras and film. Jolo was christened "lola killer" that day.
  • The National Museum stairs shots were full of students. We didnt know there was a field trip at that time. We had a hard time shooting as the crazy mob tried to get Chips and Fozzy's autographs. You can even see a student passing by in one of the Supersampler shots.
  • Aside from my colorsplash camera, only Chris dared to bring a flash.
    Jolo's red Seagull made its first apperance on the first day of shoot, fucking up one roll because he loaded the wrong way.
  • Second day shoot was delayed for two weekends. Only two LHC members were able to shoot.
  • The cemetery shots were taken at South Cemetery after All Soul's Day.
  • Recording was done at Noisy Neighbors, a recording studio at Mile Long, Makati. Voices were done by John Pabalan and Angela Mendoza of LOWE, both officemates of F. Recording engineer was Jun Orlina of Noisy Neighbors. Thanks guys!
  • Kitkat compiled the soundtrack for Half while waiting for someone to drunk dial her. She also was the psychic sound engineer for the group. She doesnt drink coffee.
  • Jolo edited the whole film. He sacrificed visiting the forums to finish the edit. he drank 5 cups of vanilla coffee that night.
  • I was the official spirit link. On the second edit day, we were visited by a ghost who was standing behind Marge.
  • There were two versions of the script: Marge's and Chris'. Chris typed his with tears but it was too blurry to read. Marge's script was the one used but edited, only because it was overtly melancholic and we wouldn't want teen suicide to burden the conscience of LHC.
  • HALF consumed around 30 rolls, the bulk of which are Fuji Provias.
  • Editing was finished 7am of the screening day, Nov. 24 after a pack of strawberry sticks, timtams, jalapeno flavored chips and a dozen cups of instant vanilla coffee.
  • HALF is made with a lot of blind luck, trust and the love for lomo.

    See also The Making of:

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

You Can Quote Me on This

"Love is so overrated anyway, why not marry someone I can talk to, at least have a few things in common, at hindi masyadong stupid (in some things lang). At least when the sex is gone, there will be conversation."

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Gaia is Mad

I'm getting SAD from the overcast weather, and I had the nerve to whine about it. Then super typhoons came and ravaged the north. I complained about it, then there was an earthquake like 30 minutes ago.

What's next, the ground opening up and swallowing us all? With all the explosions happening in the most unexpected (well, not that unexpected) places like the mall and Congress, I won't be surprised if the train I'm riding suddenly blows up and my mother can claim my big toe somewhere in San Juan. Probably my last thought before I go to the light is "Shiiiiiiit, I knew this would happen."

This is all our fault. The climate change, the wars, the neverending quest for omnipotency, it's all the result of our selfishness, greed, hedonism and our delusions about world domination. Someday Earth will just explode because she's soooooo sick and tired of the people she let live here.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Mozzie EP Launch



The Mozzie EP Launch will be on Thursday, 29 November 2007, at Xaymaca Bar in Timog. Sponsored by Globe, Skechers, Nokia, Solo, Penshoppe, HSBC, Stratworks, Unilever and Oracare with awesome bands KAZE, CONVOY, THE HANEPS and HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOYS!!!

They will also be accepting book donations in support for RockEd Philippines. Hope to see you there!

Finally the public will hear Bolgia Six. Now guess which feet belongs to whom.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

I'll Say This Just This One Time

Lomomanila and lomography have been getting a lot of attention lately, thanks to media coverage (SUPER thanks to Pam) and numerous exhibits. As the current "in" thing, now everybody and his cousin wants to buy a lomo camera and join the forum. I have no problem with that. Lomomanila is not exclusive and everybody is welcome to join.

My main beef is that more and more people seem to be joining the organization just so they can be called a part of it. It's not about the interest in lomography anymore. It's about attending the parties, having the ID, or whatever fun thing they associate it with.

While it's indeed fun to be here, what holds us together is lomography. Taking pictures. Experimenting. Generally just being interested in doing something different and unexpected to an otherwise ordinary and predictable world.

What Lomomanila doesn't need are freaking trolls, and by God they are multiplying at the speed of sound.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Psycho 101: Genesis

I am such a psycho that I kill people in their dreams. Which was weird, because my dream last night was about shopping, so obviously I wouldn't have time to kill people with placards if I'm shopping.

Seriously, this is not funny anymore. I try not to let the weather bring me down, but day after day it's the same old stupid overcast, cloudy shit we're getting around here. Then it rains. I hate the rain. It worsens the already bad traffic and I get mud splatters all over my shoes. The cab drivers are in their worst behavior when it's raining. They're moody and greedy and in general just being an absolute jerk.

I think I need to go to the gym to shake off this lethargy and maybe get the endorphins flowing, but just thinking about running on the treadmill makes me even more depressed. Right now I'm popping chocolate raisins to somehow elevate my blood sugar and give me a temporary high, but it's not freaking working.

If I think this is bad, what if the universe conspired to make me live in Netherlands? I would probably commit suicide with all those tulips.

I need to lie down for a bit.

Monday, November 19, 2007

S.A.D.

I miss the sun. I don’t care if it will give me skin cancer because I don’t adequately protect against photo damage. If I don’t see the sun for days in a row I get SAD.

I’m not making this stuff up. In some countries where they get very little sunlight in certain times of the year, the people become depressed. They call this S.A.D or seasonal affective disorder. From the article, "SAD is thought to be related to a chemical imbalance in the brain brought on by lack of light due to winter's shorter days and typically overcast skies”.

I know we don’t have winter here, but dammit recently it’s been always cloudy or raining or something in between. I don’t care if it’s already the season to be merry and shit, but I’m going crazy here. The other day I ate a whole pack of caramel tarts out of desperation. Even the time I spend poking my nephew don’t seem to help, and my sister is so annoyed that at one time she told the baby to punch me already.

As it is, I’m already chemically imbalanced and need only a slight tug in the wrong direction for me to be pushing people down the stairs. I need my light at the end of the tunnel.

CinemaLomo 2007: I Still Don't Know What I'm Doing

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Isa Pa

May kaibigan akong nagsabi na ang pinakamadaling paraan para magsulat ay kung papano kang magsalita. Sinabi ko kasi na hindi ako makapagsulat ng matino sa Tagalog. Pinagbintangan pa kong konyo, leche sya. Kung magsusulat ako sa Tagalog kung papano ko syang gamitin, ganito ang magiging labas:

“Lants?”
“Shore.”
“Taralets.”

“Bakla, bisi-bisihan ka ba sa Friday?”
“Ewan, so far hindi.”
“Lafang tayo.”

“Mare, nakita ko yung kras mong Japayuki.”
“Weh? San?”
“Sa garden, may juwawa na pala yun. In fairview keri naman silang tingnan.”

“Huy kelan tayo coffee?”
“When are you free?”
“Anytime na pwede ka this week.”

Sa madaling salita, ang alam kong Tagalog ay salitang kanto, salitang bakla at Taglish. Hindi ako makakabuo ng isang buong sentence (sorry naman di ko talaga maalala ano ang tagalog ng sentence. Sentensya ba? Hindi di ba?) na hindi hinahaluan ng English, Fagalog, at kung ano-anong derivatives. Minsan nagbabasa ako ng Bob Ong, kasi hindi naman sya malalim mag-Tagalog pero hindi rin naman salitang kanto. Hindi ko lang talaga mae-express ng mabuti ang gusto kong sabihin pag Tagalog.

Sorry po, tao lang.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Clenched

OK, who wants bullet points for my past week? That's all I can afford, and 15 minutes.

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I saw Himala the Musical, starring May Bayot as Elsa. I was invited by a friend to watch this invitation only staging of the play before they take it to China. Isay Alvarez still rocks even after 3 kids, the actress who played Chayong can shatter crystal glasses with that voice, and the rape scene was a symphony. I'm sorry, that's cheesy and inappropriate but to me that's what it is. How can you portray a rape scene on stage, really, without it coming out vulgar and crass. The audience was star-studded too, and I mean MY stars. I had half a mind to approach Irma Adlawan and ask for her autograph, and I didn't dare stand next to F. Sionil Jose and Bienvenido Lumbera because whatever confidence I have in myself about my writing will feel this small. I also got my program signed by the actors, the one thing I regretted not being able to do when I saw Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah because I had to leave early.

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I saw the Jeromes and pigged out at Veneto(?) in Makati where we ate like arawang manggagawa, i.e. construction workers. When I'm with these two I just shovel food in my mouth and talk like a gangster, because nobody's around to impress anyway. When you're at a really good restaurant you should bring your friends and not a date so you can really eat and not worry about looking like the Abominable Snowman.

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I went to a writing workshop conducted by Jessica Zafra, Dylan invited me so he can have his good deed for the year. The topic was Personal Essay, or, for most of the participants at least, How to Blog. It was ok, although I was expecting more. But maybe because I was with public school teachers, JZ also adjusted to her audience. I could tell she was disappointed in the open forum. Only three people were actively asking questions, including me, but I don't want to be Hermione. She also made us watch the Cinemalaya entry Endo (End of contract) and I think we're supposed to write about it, only I haven't yet.

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We finally got our shit together for the LomoLove launch in Cubao X on Saturday. A number of frames were sold on the opening night, although there was really no intention of selling. Some untoward incidents happened, which I hope will be resolved soon because I can't stand people fighting. Really.

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So that's it, that was my past week. I still have a band bio to finish, and I'm selling at the Lomomanila Bazaar on Saturday so please come and buy stuff from us. Oh, and I still haven't decided yet on one major thing and I don't think I can put it off forever, so tonight I'll flip a coin and whatever comes out, then that's it. Thinking is so tiring.

Happy Birthday Kristal! She's sixteen today. :-)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Temporary Escape

When you smell a baby's head, you forget all the evils in the world.

You forget that there are ongoing wars in some places in the globe, where innocent people drop like flies and children witness things that will screw them for life.

You forget that the trees are disappearing.

You forget that there are people who would rather kill for money than make an honest living.

You forget that there is poverty and hunger.

You forget that there are people who will take advantage just because they can.

You forget that hate and anger exist, because for the moment, just a brief moment, you know what heaven is going to smell like.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Aristocrata



I've always had an overwhelming fondness for very old houses and antique furnitures of pre-war Philippines. Whenever I enter one of these I feel the house's spirit welcoming me, as if to say "What took you so long to come back?" If we were to believe the theory about past lives, maybe in my previous life I was a Doña shooting orders at the poor servants. Maybe I was such a rich bitch back then so now in my current lifetime I'm always broke. Damn them karma points.

The picture above is of Balay Negrense, house of the Gastons of Negros, one of the very few houses that survived the war. Although this was already renovated, the main parts are all original. The furniture is intact, even the clothes were on display. Sure there were ghosts, but they were the strict ones who follow you around making sure you don't touch anything you're not supposed to.

In the guestbook we were asked to comment. I said I wanted to live there. Then I changed my mind. I said I wanted to marry into the Gaston family so my name would be on the circular table where the family tree is, along with names like Jaime Fabregas and Joel Torre on it. It's such a big family that it's amazing how they keep track of everyone.

Thank you to the people who made the hacienda tour in Manapla possible. I'm sorry too that we weren't able to spend the night there, but not really that sorry. I don't know if I can survive all the shushing of all the past ladies of the house who disapproved of my giggling.

Friday, November 02, 2007

LomoLove Too


Insensitive

Just because it's ok with you doesn't mean it's ok for the rest of them. It's not about the bragging rights, it's about being recognized for something they did and did well. It's not about the money, because hey, what money, right?

You're there for a purpose, and you seem to like it very much, so just live up to it. It's a win-win situation for everybody.