Memory Lane::: Ang Kantang "Don't Cry Joni"

Nag-atubang ra ko ato sa abuhan sa bay namo nga kusog ang evolution—sinugdanan kwarto niya maayong pagkuso-kuso ni Bagyong Nakalimot-Na-Ko nahimong kusina sa pagbalik ug barog, niya ning-rotate ang utok sa akong papa kay sige man sag rotate ang baba ni Mama maong nahimong balik ug kwarto—nag-atubang ra kos abuhan. Niya ilawum sa abuhan daghan tae ni Rene—ang among binuhing kanding nga murag irog batasan, di pwede sa gawas ibutang kay mo-aw-aw—ay momee diay. Murag naglung-ag man tingali tus Inday niya ningtukar dayun ang

Joni was the girl who lived next door
I've known her, I guess, ten years or more

sa among dibateryang gamayng radyo. Nagtan-aw rako sa abuhan niya moyukog motan-aw sa tae ni Rene.

Jimmy, please say you'll wait for me
I'll grow up someday you'll see
Saving all my kisses just for you
Signed with love forever true

Dugaya maluto sa kan-on oy. Gutom na. Ningsayaw-sayaw nas sa akong tiyan ang akong mga binuhi. Sigeg tukmol-tukmol sa bungbong sa akong tina-i. Ningtan-aw kos sa kaldero. Diba naay love story ang kaldero ug ang sung-agan? Ang tubig ug ang bugas nga gikan sa uma ni Papa nga sigeg kasuko nako kay ako pinakapulpol sa tanang managsuon. Di jud ko moapil ug guna. Si Inday kay kugihan man, maoy sigeg apil ug guna kon way klase. Ako? Da kapilag ikyas. Kadako sa Tubod ug ang iyang kabungtoran nga maoy sanktwaryo nako kon moikyas, mangluod. Tanang suok sa kabungtoran sa tubod naadto na nako. Ako bayay rena sa Kabungtoran sa Tubod. Naay koy paboritong bungtod kay gwapa kaayo siya sa tanan.Nalove-at-many-times-before-i-notice-her ko niya. Siya ang pinakahabog, ang pinakarogante nakong nakit-an samtang nagpa-atbang. Didto kos uma ni Papa sa libaong kay nangawat kog mani kay nadunggan nakong pwede na makaon. Ningnaog kos sa libaong ni Papa niya lakaw niya gikatkat nako ang bungtod hangtod sa pinakataas. Kita nako ang lapad nga Tanon Street. Nakita pa gani nako ang pantalan sa Tabuelan o Balamban ba to! Basta nakakitag kog barko nga nagdunggo sa pantalan! Kita nako ang among dagat! Ang dagat ni Papa! Ug promise, lingin kaayo ang adlaw nga hapit na mosawp. Lingin kaayo.

I packed my clothes and I caught a plane
I had to see Joni, I had to explain
How my heart was filled with her memory
And ask my Joni if she'd marry me

Ningnaog kos bungtod kay hapit na nig gabii niya ningtaligsik pa gyod. Pag-abot nakos amo kay gikasab-an ko kay wako nagkaws. Lagi layo kaayog tubig sa amo. Pwerteng kapoyag kaws, kapoyg matag sayo para maligo, kapoyng bumba sa bug-at nga puso. Niya saka balik sa bungtod para mag-adam sa eskwela. Naa jud koy ribbon sa una paggrade-one. Most Late. ug Most Industrious. Ang-ang moguna kunohay ko kon magpa-atbang akong maestra. O diba kaha, iya kong gihimong Most Industrious kay padad-on man dayog manok, niya daghan man kaayo mig manok sa amoa. Atik sad tong maestraha. Sige lang kog snack atog pisteg inatay.

Jimmy, Jimmy please don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
It's been five years since you've been gone
And Jimmy, I married your best friend John.

Naa diay istorya rong kantaha?
Tragic man diay ang Joni Joni no?
Luoy si Jimmy.
Luto nang kan-on?

Quoting:::Don DeLillo,

"A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable."
—Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

Movie Ranting:::Burn After Reading, and I Was Not Burned

Sometimes the name of the directors are deceptive. It is funny. Indeed. Just funny. And it was the unlikely character of Brad Pitt, the dimwit, who offered the just-funny cracks every now and then. What is he doing in the film anyway? Any no-name actor could actually have it. And even though they swear they are not entertaining commercialism—that they are just another low-budget directors—they're heading toward it—inevitably. Tilda and George (first-name basis o!), I could understand since they were paired up in Michael Clayton. And the bald presence of John Malkovich one shouldn't question, and Frances MacDormand—afterall she is the wife of the older.

The film has no central force, which perhaps, ironically, made it as its central force—its dispelling force.

And though critics said that the zooming in and zooming out of the google earth, respectively used in the opening and closing part of the film now become a cinematic cliche, was my favorite. When it comes to cinematography, of course, they have the angles. But isn't it plagiarizing their own work when in fact, those angles had been previously framed in their not-so-old films?

Anyway, I still love the tandem of this two-head director. Hope, it will last.

Movie:::Burn After Reading and I as not

Sometimes the name of the directors are deceptive. It is funny. Indeed. Just funny. And it was the unlikely character of Brad Pitt, the dimwit, who offered the just-funny cracks every now and then. What is he doing in the film anyway? Any no-name actor could actually have it. And even though they swear they are not entertaining commercialism—that they are just another low-budget directors—they're heading toward it—inevitable. Tilda and George (first-name basis o!), I could understand since they were paired up in Michael Clayton. And the bald presence of John Malkovich one shouldn't question, and Frances MacDormand—afterall she is the wife of the older.

The film has no central force, which perhaps, ironically, made it as the central force—its dispelling force.

Silly:::A No Dream-On Christmas Wishlist

Really, they will not remain as wishes since, in the first place, they are not. They are just disguised as one for me not to spoil the yuletide air. These are the following I'll be needing to go through the year of the ox (suddenly jumping to new-year air).

1. Planner
I was about to buy one at National Bookstore, but I found the products too monotonous for my taste. It seems the planners have the bold boring written all over their pages, which I'll try to escape in 2009. So I prefer the one that is given as tokens by companies. Last year, I got Matwood. I need a planner that has colors, trees, plants, or furniture, or pots, glasses.


2. A case for 2x3 Mp4 (a fake one).
A self-gift for the year-end that has about to come. I found phone's FM radios are not enough anymore. They are songs that I want to hear all over again, again, and again (gusto kong matutong magdrive, buksan mo ang iyong mata, di mo ba nakikita). E-heads is crowding my head now. And there is no station that offers poetry readings. (Ow, there are some. Some AM stations offer once-a-week reading.)

3. F. Sionil Jose, Jose Garcia Villa, and St. Nick Joaquin
I have not read FSJ yet. I had read some Doveglion and St. Nick, but I can't consider it as close-reading since it was just some required college readings. St. Nick was my professor's, and Villa was an extension of Paz's (another professor's requirement forgot the name of the author already, was it the author of Dead Stars?). Villa was once a student of Paz (If i'm not mistaken.) I read her students' works—Villa, was there names Angela and Eleanor? I have to read them.

4. Painting Materials
Brushes, paints, colors, they make me awake. I have to hold, brush them again.

5. Big Native Bag (18x36)
I need big bags since I carry my whole room around. I bring books, two or three of them, yet I will not read—just love the feeling that they are with me. Right now, I got Krip Yuson's The World on Paradise (essays on writers and writing) Dumdum's Third World Opera, and Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis (just bought it at E-mall Booksale for 30, and the book is dedicated to Paul Auster, who is one of my favorite living writers).

6. Happiness