Monthly Archives: December 2005

the weight of the world is a bit heavier when there’s a sigh underneath her breath.

the world is vast, words can only say so much, languages are innumerable.. but it only takes a smile to bridge all the gaps you can ever want to have filled in your life. tacit reciprocity, the whole world goes round all over again.

happy holidays to all, before i forget.

it’s a strange space, in between moments of familar strangeness when the old is peppered with the new. or perhaps, the new disguised as the old. it’s just the other side of the same coin.

the curious cat that’s gnawing for new adventures is rumblin’ and tumblin’ in my tummy. i blew a fat wad of cash at quiapo the other day for equipment. my partner-in-crime is waiting. i wonder what it would feel like driving a bike with a sidecar. wearing big watermelon helmets.

can’t wait for ’06. :)

i’m taking a deep breath of tropical smog, congesting my arteries with high-grade cholesterol. and i’m staring at the computer wanting to really write something of substance but there’s just too much to mention. hello, manila.

i found jun lopito playing a gig in makati. i gave barbie a beso the day after. this afternoon i cut my hair and i now look normal. my brother said there was a dead guy a few meters down the road who died of bangungot. i took my niece to ride the carousel at shangrila. my eyes are twitchy and feel weird, it might be the smoke. i don’t know.

where is home?

i’m sitting in front of a giant canister of popcorn. and i’m saying slap-yo-mamma giant. i must’ve consumed 10,000 calories of caramel popcorn in a span of an hour, and my logic has started to waver.

sitsirit sit. alibang bang.

“Can you believe that lots of people for reasons that are very sound to them enjoy believing that they are helpless in their own films?”

“We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe. We cannot die, we cannot hurt ourselves any more than illusions on the [movie] screen can be hurt. But we can believe we’re hurt, in whatever agnonizing detail we want. We can believe we’re victims, killed and killing, shuddered around by good luck and bad luck.”

“You can hold a reel of film in your hands, and it’s all finished an complete – beginning, middle, end are all there that same second, the same millionths of a second. The film exists beyong the time that it records, and if you know what the movie is, you know generally what’s going to happen before you walk into the theater: there’s going to be battles and excitement, winner and losers, romance, disaster; you know that’s all going to be there. But in order to get caught up and swept away in it, in order to enjoy it to its most, you have to put in it in a projector and let it go through the lens minute by minute… any illusion requires spance and time to be experienced. So you pay your nickel and you get your ticket and you settle down and forget what’s going on outside the theater and the movie begins for you.”

illusions, robert bach