Panoorin nyo po ang Siquijor, suporta na rin sa pelikulang Pilipino.  Still not THE great Filipino movie of our generation, pero ok naman. Comments: there were a few loose ends left at the end of the movie, and sometimes mahina ang sound.  But it's a fairly good mystery/suspense story, and the irony at the end was simply delicious.  Playful ang camera angles, very characteristic of indie filipino.

Rhea, Jerc and I watched it last saturday.  We had lunch in TemptAsian.  Then we burned everything off at an arcade game called "Final Furlong".  Guys, ito yung horse racing na game sa Timezone. Grabeh, nakakapagod, very physical.  They should put the damn machine in gyms; they'd make a killing.


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Films.  We're writing a film script for the CinemaOne contest.  I'm burned out from trying to be creative for hours on end.  Now I can only think in stark Hemingway-esque prose. Declarative sentences:  I am tired. My neck hurts.  I want to rest, but I still need to prepare kefir.  Kefir is a health drink I ferment everyday for my parents.  It's made from milk, and tastes like creamy vinegar.

This is what you do for love.

It's a bit of an adjustment, working on a creative thing with new people.  By new, I mean not the gorgeous and talented writers in dormant muses.  Tougher.  And full of compromise, iba iba kasi ang creative vision nyo.

Worn out. Tired.  Squeezed dry. (But not dry enough to run out of rants.  Which brings me to my newly formulated theory that hope isn't the last thing to survive in the face of adversity; rants are).

Bye for now.