Monthly Archives: July 2009

love for wild things

he was made king of all wild things

he was made king of all wild things

the first time the book where the wild things are was read to me, i felt nauseous, nostalgic, yet free.

since then, i fell in love with the book–love out of sheer commitment, not out of infatuation.

it is a book that consists of ten sentences yet whose weight and simplicity are beyond epic.

i had goosebumps riding my arms and neck when i first saw the trailer of the film adaptation directed by demi-god spike jonze (of adaptation and being john malkovich—two astounding films that have niches in my hall of fame, too).

and i keep on having goosebumps when thoughts of the book and its characters and its scenes come to my mind every so often. these images rush towards me–when i am riding a tricycle, when i am choosing and hoarding books in a thrift store, when i am finishing up a bowl of Milo chocolate cereal (the closest i can get to having pseudo chocolate frosted sugar bombs courtesy of the universe of calvin and hobbes).

i have been committed to this book for years, and my staunch affinity amazes me.

i am afraid and excited to watch the book’s adaptation. not because it would destroy my images of and regard towards the book. i am afraid to catch myself drowning in the sensation of being overwhelmed, that’s why.

Three concert performances of Oliver Knussen’s adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are were staged with great success at Glyndebourne a dozen years ago.

Three concert performances of Oliver Knussen’s adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are were staged with great success at Glyndebourne a dozen years ago.


my dream is to someday watch the ballet and opera adaptations of “where the wild things are”. even just by myself. even if i have to cross the ocean to make it to the matinee.

because it’s only with wild things that i feel complete kinship with.

and it’s always nice to come home to a bowl of hot soup just waiting for you.

great expectations (first social network entry as an official bum)

i love the book.

i love the movie.

i love having them.

i’ve been in jobless heaven for a month and a half. i’m doing part-time research and writing, but over-all, i can declare that i’m bumming it. and i am such a novice. first of all, if you’d expect that i’ve got it on with my poetry and fiction and that i’m done with dvd and art film marathons because of my free time, you guessed wrong. i have only read a smattering of new poetry and wrote only one measly poem. i was able to snag a couple of hours for “how i met your mother”; an hour and then some for “imagine me and you”. the rest goes to snatches of wowowee when i’m having lunch at the dining table (that show is one afternoon burlesque show masquerading as a variety show masquerading as a kapwa ko mahal ko version. get it?).

there was one time i was in a cover shoot with kai huang as the photographer in trinoma. back then, trinoma was fairly new, but the traffic of people on a weekend afternoon was phenomenal. i caught kai sighing. he said, “kakainggit sila. may pera kaya nakakapag-mall on a weekday.” now, i’m realizing maybe those weren’t simply parasitic relatives of OFWs/herederas/drug lords/sex traffickers. maybe some of them were jobless, were just killing time, and were taking advantage of a huge space with free airconditioning.

but then, with me being a novice bum, i haven’t gone to mall trips as expected. i’ve gone thrice to shop, cried internally when i saw steve madden shops in two malls, cried exhaustively when i went inside bookstores, cried for joy when somebody bought me another gary larson book. blame it on the A(H1N1) pandemic. if you haven’t seen a paranoid pinay going ballistic over news about swine flu, then you haven’t had an encounter with me. with every new release on the news updating the number of carriers here in our beloved country, i am consistent in cursing duque (oh that fuckingly stupid health secretary) and his larger-than-life incompetence. the only thing left for him to do is hold a presscon and admit to us the following: Filipinos, you are left to face this pandemic all on your own. The government is busy painting a pretty face for GMA and her cohorts, and it is my duty to help them. Oh, you can get face masks at any suking tindahan… NOT!

now, i’m still lazing in bed at 9:37AM while thoughts swirl around a pair of madden open-toed pumps in stellar four-inch heels. it is an impracticality, but certainly a necessity in my life. take me to bpo heaven, and give me salary fast.

but then, i’d miss my snatches of wowowee. who wants to miss pokwang and her antics and willie revillame’s fake tears and perv moves? definitely not me.

P.S.

to cam and the others, let’s watch movies at the egai sai festival!

P.P.S.

an advertorial i wrote came out on phil. star and manila bulletin yesterday. yey!! gotta get used to ghost writing. still felt iffy seeing the advertorial without a byline. i’m sure sir adel would be proud of me. 🙂

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