This is a delayed post. But for all those who haven't watched this film, watch it NOW. The screenplay's witty, characters are natural and real... This is a good good film! Sorry I'm lazy to create a film review. Quotes na lang tayo:

Leah: Yo yo yoiggady yo.

Juno: I'm pregnant.

Leah: What? Honest to blog?

Juno: Yeah. It's Bleeker's.

Leah: It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?

Juno: This is not a food baby all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I'm forshizz up the spout.

Leah: How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests?

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This one's my fave:

Mac MacGuff: Look, in my opinion the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what-have-you. The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.

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Girl: Here, have a condom. They're boysenberry.

Juno: I'm actually off sex right now, thanks.

Girl: My boyfriend wears them every time we have intercourse. They make his junk smell like pie.

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Juno: I've been thinking. I was thinking, I could, like, have this baby and, and give it to someone that, like, totally needs it, you know? Like a woman with a bum ovary or a couple nice lesbos.

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[on the phone]

Juno: I'm calling to procure a hasty abortion?

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Dear friends, paki-upload naman old pixs. Nasira ang aking hard drive noon kaya wala na kong kopya sa ibang posings natin :(

I love P2P technology! I now have Chungking Express, Into the Wild, Volver and Persepolis! Yahooo! Next on my list are my Iranian films. Hooray! Kung pwede lang di matulog, I’ll watch all my films and read all my new books. Hahaay! Sana nasa bahay na lang ako kaysa nagbibilang ng butiki sa opis. Hahaha!

Wootwoo! I now know how to surf. 1 cross in my “Bucket List”! Yey!

My muscles are still sore. Whenever I hit the car brakes, my legs are complaining. My arms are also aching every time I stretch.

I don’t mind at all. Basta marunong na ko J

It was a blast with Malditas, Acheche and Teddybur. Gusto ko bumalik sa La Union!

Feel na Feel

Spider Surfer?

Tacsiyapo!

To be continued...

Kamusta ka na?

I'm quitting. Ayoko na ng ganito. Grrrr!

I'm becoming more and more lazy. I don't know how I'll end up after a year of this lifestyle.

Is it just me or am I not just fit doing this? Do I lack inspiration? Everyday is now a battle to go or not to go to work.

Here we go again. I need change please.

Backstage last Friday: LozadaThe Star

I don’t think that people power would ever be successful in ousting PGMA. Why?

1)      Noli de Castro is the VP. What can he do for this country?

2)       Uncle Sam loves her.

3)      Nobody really cares. Corruption is already accepted in this country.

4)      We all hate traffic. Most of us are just trapped in our own world and we’re just afraid to sweat and be heard.

5)      All our EDSAs proved that the next successor would just be as worse and greedy as the previous.

I, myself, don’t know where to stand. It’s good that rallies are happening. It shows that checks and balances are still there. It’s better than being silent and ignoring the obvious greed in our government. But there is this feeling of hopelessness. We all feel trapped that’s why we just submit to this current situation. We are satisfied with silence for we learned that nothing will change anyway.

I think revolution won’t happen any time soon. I am still hopeful, yet I know change will not just be around the corner. I feel bad that we’re lagging behind other nations that used to look up to us.

Maybe there is something wrong with our democracy. Sometimes I think that dictatorship might help us. Cast away all the grandstanding corrupt politicians plus the pork barrel and lessen it into one head! We might need a strong leader to instigate discipline in all of us. Maybe we need to learn it the hard way. Look at how businesses are done, how traffic continues to spoil our daily lives. Kung pwede lumusot, lulusot. Sometimes I wish that they remove the Congress and Senate. Majority of them are just useless tax thieves who don’t know anything but grandstand. I am paying 33% of my income and 12% VAT of products I buy. Where do all these go? I don’t see any lights in the evening, roads are still terrible and mass transportation still sucks. Look at our healthcare and education system. It’s simply depressing.

Maybe it’s also because we don’t have national pride. We are all raring to go out of the country. We are all embarrassed to call ourselves Filipino. We are not aware of our own culture. And the best we could boast of is Ronald Lapuz in American Idol. Or maybe we’re still facing identity crisis, having been colonized by Spain and America for a long time that our culture is lessened into all the bads of our colonizers?

I think it’s because of our passivity that we continue to become corrupt and undeveloped. We end our misery by pointing fingers. We are often frustrated but we don’t act in our own ways. We always blame the head of the government. The truth is, even if we seat Gandhi, the cancer is beyond the head’s control. If we continue not to vote and not to change our own corrupt ways, we’ll remain like this. Rallies are always futile without our willingness to change and be proactive. If only we could kill our own passiveness, maybe we could prosper. Write to all corrupt politicians what kind of roads you have. Honk your horns whenever you get swerved by a raging bus. Never accept bribe and give bribe, even if it would give you much comfort.  Don’t treat politicians like they are celebrities. Inquire and seek for detailed platforms. Why aren’t they humiliated? Maybe because we have accepted and ignored their evil ways. Imagine this country with a united collective effort for change. Hope dwells in unity.

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I went to the rally last Friday with my 2 officemates not because I’m an anti-GMA. I went there to observe. I wanted to feel nationalism once again, but sadly there is none in the streets of Ayala. A group of people are lined up to get their packed Chickenjoy. Bystanders are everywhere hoping to see celebrities. Yuppies have their DSLRs, hoping to capture the moment. Then, out came Erap and Maceda 10 feet away from me. What are they doing there anyway? How can I feel nationalistic pride seeing these same people who’ve betrayed us a long time ago? Never mind. History repeats itself.   

I am a sentimental type of person. I keep restaurant receipts, tissue papers, movie tickets, concert tickets, plane tickets, messages, letters, etc. with my memorable friends and loved ones. I store it in my shoe boxes. I always convince myself that I could organize these “memorabilia mess” in scrapbooks. I already bought scrapbooks 4 years ago, but I still haven’t found the time to organize.

There was a time when I kept all my parking tickets. I collected about two inches thick of paper. Hahah! Realizing that collecting those tickets were pointless, I stopped and threw it all away.

I also kept a box full of remnants of my materialistic urges—receipts of clothes, shoes, books, groceries, etc. When I filled up a box full of receipts, it dawned on me how shopaholic I have been.. And decided to also throw away all the receipts.

A part of me has this impulse to store my everyday knick knacks. Maybe because I am very forgetful. Opening my boxes makes me have my own trip down my memory lane. It gives me this feeling of melancholy, youthfulness and joy. I love backtracking. It helps me see my past again. Although memories can sometimes be terrible when there is this longing to go back to another period of my life.

Sometimes I see my Lola Berning alive in this penchant of mine. As a kid, I was often impressed with my Lola’s fascination for clippings (that was the time when internet was still an embryo). She’d cut out all outstanding articles of the 3 newspapers (PDI, PS, MB) and paste articles into her columnar books (by topic). She could have been a great archiver. She passed away eight years ago, leaving behind a cabinet full of columnar books. I, on the other hand, have boxes of disorganized pictures, letters, tickets, etc. One day I’ll grab my scissors and paste, and put these trinkets into a story. My story.