Knocking on my door...

Last night, I was drinking in Sabrina's billiards and bar place at Gutson's Tomas Morato. Present were Sab (my female version of Ramon), Gibby, Racky, Jakkar, Leona, RJ, and, of course, Bon and Richard. We feasted on their specialty Sisig and drinks like San Mig Light, Bailey's Irish Cream, Vodka Kurants, Long Islands and Weng-wengs (or as my cousin would refer to it, night-enders for obvious reasons.)

Amidst our fun, inappropriate dancing, screaming from the top of our lungs and story-telling, I got good news. Leona, who is one of Sab's closest friends, mentioned that she worked at J. Walter Thompson, one of the most promising advertising firms in the country and a place I've been dreaming to work at. I've come to a crossroads in my life wherein I asked myself whether it should be film school or advertising and here comes Leona mentioning that there's an opening at creatives. Dammit.

So now I contemplate and think.

I have until the end of July to decide, more specifically until my cousins (Richard, Patrick and Carl) leave. So it's either I go back with them and do work at Spielberg's backyard or finally put that 5-year old Coke commercial in my head into paper.

What should it be...?

"We're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all..." Dashboard Confessional, Hands Down

Sweet Revenge

Hats off to Chancellor Palpatine/ Darth Sidius for a grand and successful masterpiece of a plan. From pretending to "lose" to Mace Windu giving way to Anakin's arrival, to the subtle yet effective hints of temptation he has been giving to the young Jedi since Episode II till the last half hour of Episode III.

He truly had sweet revenge and for a minute or two there, I wanted to be more of a Sith Lord than a Jedi breaking my 20-year dream of becoming a the latter. I can only imagine his disappointment when his 6-episode masterplan, in its perfection and precision, was foiled through a sudden burst of conscience from his trusted apprentice as he threw him down a practically bottomless pit of iron and succumbing to his own death thus fulfilling the prophecy of bringing balance to the Force by destroying what's left of the Sith. It's funny how you can foresee everything from day one (the death of Darths Maul and Tyrannus, your election as Grand Chancellor of the Galactic Senate, even the tragic dreams of a complete stranger giving you opportunities to fuck things up for him more) and miss the tiny bit of a possibility that your apprentice will suddenly sweep you off your feet as you fry his son with "Force Lightning" and throw you to your death. Sigh...

But overall, it is a good movie and by far the best episode of the 6 with the heaviest impact. I walked out of the theater with my friends and cousin sulking in depression thinking is it because it sucked or something else. And then I figured out that the challenge of our old boy George is to actually make his audience saddened over something they already knew, which, I believe, is not an easy task. Hands down to direction and execution Mr. Lucas. That, as they say, is how you go out with a bang.

In conclusion, my sister Ms. Factiod told me that the cinematic twist of the century is from Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back when Darth Vader says the immortal words to Luke: "I am your Father." I believe that what is to be the cinematic scene for at least this year is the unforgettable and unfathomable part in this movie: The Massacre of the Jedi.

Bravo.

"Lord Vader, rise." -Darth Sidius, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

a humble announcement...

once again i'm intoxicated with alchohol... and am in love.

but she'll never know. and i will never do anything to complicate the imperfect life she lives now, even if i know i would give all to make it perfect.

in the guise of my smile and look of my eyes, i stare silently at her face imagining how much i can make her happy, even more as i did on her special day.

i stare. i think. i slave. i wait... for nothing.

and she has no idea...

let's keep it that way.

and i just tell myself: don't worry...

it'll go away.

"You do something to me that I can't explain..." Incubus, I miss you