Memory is an Enemy

Memory is an Enemy

words: Finn Butler

Beautiful Sadness

Beautiful Sadness

words: Finn Butler

Fangirl

Konoha Shinobi

Some days, I just feel like posting photos of myself.

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The Narrow Sea in Which Their Minds Dwell

I don’t believe in sexual stereotypes. I believe in people.

Sex is a matter of biology; that thing between your legs, that’s sex. Gender is a matter of social role.  It is mostly dictated by your brain: the brain decides what gender you identify with, whether you feel as a man, woman, both, or neither. That’s very uncomfortable when there are a million people in the world who insists on calling you a man just because of the body you happen to be uncomfortable with.

Sex shouldn’t determine the pronouns you should use, gender should.   And your sex shouldn’t define your gender. I admire people who deviate from the supposed gender roles they have to take on.  I have lots of friends whose gender roles don’t match with their genitals, and I don’t see anything wrong with that. Okay, some people might argue that homosexuality is the product of the devil, but isn’t it crazy to associate something that they don’t understand with the devil? I find it totally ridiculous how people condemn something they don’t even understand.

I don’t believe in sexual stereotypes. I choose my friends based on who they are as people.

What I don’t understand is the people’s presumed impossibility of a friendship between a heterosexual and homosexual, or a friendship between a heterosexual and bisexual.  Please forgive me for being stupid but I don’t understand why people insist on thinking that, when two people who have different gender preference are always together as they are friends , there must be something going on.  In what book is it written that it’s impossible to be friends with someone with a totally different sexual orientation and gender preference?  Can someone please enlighten me because I might have missed the announcement that friendship also needs to cope with the rapid changes and developments in the information technology?

Is it impossible to be just friends with someone who’s biologically just like me, but has a different gender preference?  Just. I don’t want to use this word when I refer to a friend. Just a friend. No. I take the words friend, friends, friendship with deadly seriousness, and my friends are not just friends. They’re not only friends.  Oh, I know you get what I mean.

Why are friends the commodity on which we should ultimately be judged?  What if you have none? What if you only have a selected few? Are you less to them because you’d rather be alone than with the people you’re  surrounded with? Are you less of a person because you’d rather be with with a selected few people because there is not one single like-minded person anywhere in your vicinity?

It’s funny how the people who don’t understand, people who don’t know any better, have so much to say.

I choose my friends. I am friends with my friends because I really like to be with them, and I like the me when I’m with them. I am friends with my friends, straight or not, not to make a fashion statement.

My self-confidence doesn’t depend on the opinion of others.

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It Takes A Man and A(/n Other) Woman

Summary

It Takes A Man and A Woman takes place two years after the long distance relationship of Miggy (John Lloyd Cruz) and Laida (Sarah Geronimo) fails.

Two years back, Laida was working in New York when her parents separated (though temporarily) and Miggy’s father died of a heart attack. Laida’s mother went to New York to seek Laida’s comfort and Miggy called to tell her he needs her.  Knowing she can’t be in two places at once, Laida apologized to her mother for wanting to go back to the Philippines to console Miggy; and go back to the Philippines, she did.

Only to find Miggy kissing his ex-girlfriend Belle (Isabelle Daza).

Laida went back to New York not giving Miggy the chance to explain no matter how much the latter tries to but what is there to explain? duh? It doesn’t take a genius to understand what’s going on and does he take Laida for a stupid little gi.

Now, two years after they have broken up, Miggy and Laida had to work together for a special project.

Miggy has Belle. Laida has her fashion sense, New York accent and connections that they don’t have.

Things are never meant to be the same.

It Takes A Man and A Woman is directed by Cathy Garcia-Molina and is co produced by Viva Films and Star Cinema.

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Review:

The actors/actresses played their roles in such a realistic manner, you couldn’t tell they’re just actually playing a role.

For starters, I like the characters of Zoila and friends (Matet de Leon as Zoila, Joross Gamboa as John Rae, and Guji Lorenzana as Carlo), injecting appropriate punchlines  at the appropriate timing.

Sarah Geronimo is just so natural. You can’t tell whether she’s acting or it’s just how she is off-cam. John Lloyd Cruz is still that boy-next-door goody-two-shoes actor, inspite of all the mature roles he had taken on some of his recent TV series and movies.

I like how the movie was not rushed. I like how the ending of the movie was not premature.

It Takes A Man and A Woman presented the reality of a long distance relationship. No matter how the other claims to be faithful, sooner or later, s/he bound to hurt the other by betraying her/his trust. Everybody, as in everybody, is bound to hurt you: it’s just a matter of how and when.

No matter what the shortcomings of the other person are, it is not a license to cheat on them.  Whether or not the other person inflicted the pain on the other on purpose the result is the same. I wanted to slap Miggy so hard it’ll dislocate his skull. How could he stand there and tell Laida he’s sorry? It’s meaningless. How could he propose to Laida just so she’ll  accept his apology? Did he really think that ring’s gonna change a thing? Meaningless. And if that’s meaningless what else have you said to her that’s meaningless?

The movie also presented the reality that humans, no matter how good we try to be, are bound to make mistakes. We are bound to fail the people we love and the people who love us no matter how we try not to fall short of the person they want us to be. Humans are not perfect, so either we forgive them for their shortcomings or hold it against them and risk not being happy.

The movie, as typical of the most Filipino movies, is predictable.

Of course, Laida and Miggy will still be together, in the end. Who doesn’t like a happy ending? Who doesn’t like a movie which allows people to believe that people who have broken up and hurt each other in the past can still set things straight and be happy with each other once again?

But what most people fail to acknowledge is this: if the relationship didn’t work before, why would it work now? But then again, who am I to rain on their parade? Oh, well, let’s just thank God for movies: it’s the only place where love exists, next to music and a a good book.

Jessica Zafra said, “we go to movies because sometimes our lives feel like a trap and we need ro escape into someone else’s life for an hour or so. ”  Yes. We watch movies because the world is a scary place and the world is not everything that it is and should be. We go to the movies because even when we’re enveloped in the darkness of the cinema, we can imagine, we can re-write our own stories, we can make corrections.

We watch movies of this sort because we ache for something that is happy; something that is more inspiring, just bigger than the daily struggle to survive.

We hope to find in cinema the grandeur that is missing in our lives…

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Discomfort in Strangeness

When you found out that someone likes the same artist or music that you really like, you immediately decide that you’re gonna be friends, right? You’ll come up with possible excuses why you need to be friends, like, both of you have the same great music taste.

When you found out that someone likes the same book, author or movie that you really like, you immediately decide that you are kindred spirits as you have lots of cool things in common.

However, when you found out that someone likes the same person that you like like, it’s different, isn’t it? You immediately wage a mental war against that person. You immediately decide that you’re never gonna be friends with that someone. It’s difficult to feign camaraderie with that person especially if s/he’s very expressive about how s/he likes that person whom you secretly like just the same.

But it’s a different story when you’re already kind of friends with the person even before you found out that you have the hots for the same guy.

You hate the person’s guts to express how s/he feels about your mutual crush because s/he has greater chances of being noticed. You hate how you kind of feel competitive. It’s not a competition but you don’t want to lose to that person. You hate why you feel that way, it makes you feel shallow.

Oh, well. I guess it’s a natural human tendency to feel competitive or threatened when someone says that s/he has the hots for that same person you have the hots for.

It’s weird.

The only good thing, I guess, about not being really vocal about your like for someone is that you feel safe leaving people’s unspoken questions of whether or not you like someone unanswered.

You wrap the silence around you like a big black cloak.

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A Bully By The Name of Anvee

I have a hard butch lesbian office mate, let’s pretend her name’s Anvee,who claims to be the youngest member or spokesperson or whatever of the Lesbian Gay Bisexual & Transgender (LGBT) for the Senate.

I’ve been working with her since last month and I notice how she has the habit of hitting someone for no apparent reason. There was even a time when she slapped one of my office mates whom we shall call LJLJ never talked to Anvee again after that incident and the latter never even said sorry.  Anvee doesn’t even seem to know why LJ is not talking to her anymore.

I never really care about that until Anvee hit me a week ago. She hit me so hard like she was gonna grind my brains into dusts inside my skull. For a second, I even thought that my brain’s gonna exit my skull.

Last week, LJ and I were talking and laughing because we were singing songs off key during our 15-minute break.  Anvee hit my head and said, “ano ba, ang ingay mo”  (What’s up with you? You’re so noisy).

I was initially shocked but as soon as I gathered my composure I said,  “don’t you dare come near me again! Who died and gave you the right to hit anyone? I’m amazed at how hypocrisy works. For someone CLAIMING to be fighting for the rights of the LGBTS, and then hit WOMEN.”

She responded, “you’re not even straight. You’re bi(sexual)”

Argh! Seriously?! Assuming that I were indeed a bisexual, then that would make me a part of the LGBT, the group she claims to fight the right for.  She claims to fight for the rights of people whose gender preference deviated from the norm, why then does she physically abuse women? And I don’t really understand the point of all these labeling. Straight. Gay. Bisexual. Transgender. It shouldn’t really matter because people’s humanity isn’t measured by their gender preference! LGBT are all human beings, period!

Going back to Anvee who hit me and called me a pussy right after that, I’m not really sure why she did that. Also, she seems to be unaware that calling me a pussy is also a form of abuse; it’s verbal abuse!

Strike 1: Physical Abuse
Strike 2: Verbal Abuse

I’m not gonna discuss the word pussy, used in the context that implies cowardice and weakness. I will also not talk about how this is a sexist  derogatory term!  She is probably not gonna be able to understand me if I use grown-up words, that’s why I will stick with her vernacular. I was and am not definitely the pussy in the situation.

Anvee’s need to assert her presumed dominance over me was in fact really an indication of total cowardice. It must be really difficult for her to live her life as a coward, and with that, I give her my pity.

Bullies the likeS of Anvee bully other people because they are weak. Their weakness is way too much that it makes them so scared that they have to find some way to feel stronger.

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Swallowing a Bitter Pill

Good news: I finally learned what my crush’s name is.
Bad news: He has a girlfriend.

Cue in: Bitter by Teddy Geiger

Seems like my first ultimate crush after such a long time is an epic fail.  What a bummer. Haha! I can never unlike him just because I knew that he has a girlfriend, but I can at least warn myself not to entertain the feeling that much.

Cue in: Mr. Brightside by The Killers

Haha! Oh, well. I can just look at the brighter side of things. Like how he and I are not really formally introduced to each other so there’s really a remote possibility of us being friends.

Like he and I don’t really talk so there’s lesser chances of me thinking about how our every conversation has an afterlife, in which everything he’ll ever say to me or anything he’ll ever hold back will forever haunt me.

Like how he and I are not even friends, so there are lesser chances of me wondering if he’ll ever think of me as his. There are lesser chances of me wondering if he’ll even think about the possibility of an us. There are lesser chances of me thinking about how wrong it is to feel this way when he already belonged to someone else. Like how he and I are not even friends so there’s lesser chances of me being friend-zoned.

Cue In: I Think God Can Explain by Splender

Like how I don’t always see him so much, so there’s lesser chances of this little demonic feeling of a crush to grow into an emotion that’s totally just gonna be my downfall. You see, I’m still not in the mood to have my heart crushed yet again.

Cue In: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

Maybe, it’s still too early for me to go on liking someone, right? HAHA! But it makes me wonder if it’s possible to lose words to describe how you feel the way you lose bits of your chips once you have shared it with enough people. It makes me wonder if it’s possible to lose a story the way you lose your wallet in a random washroom cubicle. I wonder, then , if you could lose yourself in the process once you have given away every bit and piece of your heart  to others.

Cue In: Black by Pearl Jam

All I know is that as I write this, the stars hung across the sky and shine like punched holes in the black blanket of sky.

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10-11-12

My mother is a very good cook and I don’t know how she does that. Like when she cooks beef steak, it just seems that the dish tastes really magical. Haha. 😀  She always politely deflects our flattery about her dishes but we know that she loves it. Haha! 😀

My mother also makes sure that we always have vegetables every meal. Who am I to complain? After all, she could just be thinking about our health.

Argh! I don’t really believe that stuff about it being the thought that counts. I’m not saying that it’s a lie but it’s only half true. It’s just half the truth because what if the thought isn’t a very thoughtful thought?

Like how my mother always gives me vegetables. If she was really being thoughtful, she would have noticed or realized that I abhor vegetables with a passion. If she was really being thoughtful, she would have just given me meat instead. Haha

Like how my room mate always leaves food for me. I appreciate the thought that she might be thinking that I might haven’t eaten yet and might actually be hungry, hence her left overs. But if she was really being thoughtful, she would have realized that I might have eaten already because my shift ends at midnight and I’m not really that dense to allow myself die of starvation. She might have realized that I might not want to eat at all. But because of her being thoughtful, I had to eat the food no matter how stuffed I am, lest I offend her.

I greatly appreciate what they’re doing but a little thought in doing simple things can make the difference between one which is hardly appreciated, and one which brings great joy.

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