Toy Story 3

It was a simple story of toys getting left behind by their owner who's going away for college.

It was supposed to be one of those brilliant Pixar creations. It was all that and more.

From the very creative minds which brought us A Bug's Life, Up, Wall-e and all those amazing masterpieces, outdid themselves again.

Woody, Buzz and the gang  scared me tonight. They scared me because of the way they were able to manipulate me. As if they know me that well.

They should really do better next time. And if that's impossible, it's their fault. They keep on raising the bar with their every creation.  They own animation now. I have no choice but to expect nothing less.

"No owners, no heartaches." (I just have to insert this)

Blog 2.0

It has been two years since I started this project. Somehow this blog has been a life map for me. Although I don't chronicle everything. (God forbid if i did) This project gives me an idea where I was a few months ago. What was going through my head, what was my emotional state. I could've chosen a less public journal. Instead, I chose to share some of my thoughts with the universe. Even if the universe don't give a hoot.
This month is a slow month for me and my project. I haven't logged for quite some time. Maybe when life happens, there's no need to hit the record button.

It's 1,051,200 minutes to this day.

And in the ebb and flow of words, life always happens, whether we hit record or not.

Lost

Sometimes I’m such a study in contradiction that I shame myself. I just came from a refreshing three-day retreat in Tagaytay which set my course straight again. And I am grateful for this wonderful experience.


Oftentimes, I wander from the path that is set for me. Whether as product of my own selfishness or folly, I fell into the traps set before me.

And yet during the times when the urge to pull away gets stronger, somehow God pulls me back into his loving arms.

And like a prodigal daughter, I welcome His embrace like a wayward child finally reunited with her Abba father.

Heartsick by No Vacancy

Heal me. I'm heartsick. I'm hungry and I'm broken.

I'm haunted, and weeping the blood of heaven flowing
like a river tonight. Tears I can't fight on my own.

I'm hung and barely breathing.
The drowning ocean. Snuff the sun in motion.
There's a pill on my tongue.
A shot from a gun, the bottle's bottom,
I'm lonely as a star

Heal me. I'm heartsick.
Hungry thought I could survive on you.
Hear my heartsick hungry cry.

A child of fury. Lost his way but don't worry I won't stop 'til the dawn.
I've been too long on the run.
I grow strong, and restless as a storm

Slippery When Wet

While I was riding with my friend last Friday after a heavy downpour, she noticed something. As a beginner driver, it was her first time to drive on wet road and she said she immediately felt the difficulty in controlling the wheel on these slippery surfaces.

Have you tried to hold on to something so slippery that you just can't hold on to it for even a few precious moments? Well, in our attempt to hang on, we will have our encounters with these types of slippery surfaces.

But then again, check again, maybe our hands are the ones slipping away not the surface we're hanging on to.

                   

Disney Fever

When Fran and I were roommates and we didn't have morning classes, we watched Disney's Beauty and the Beast over and over again that we almost memorized every line and song in the movie.


It was the first and only (so far) full-length animated feature to be nominated for Best Picture in the Oscars.

Based on Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont’s La Belle et la Bête, this timeless tale was our happy pill. It was such a refreshing breath of fresh air even if it was just in 2D. (Recently, I haven't seen any animation that is not in 3D, not that I’m complaining, they were all brilliant)

A friend told me that the difference now in animation is the story-telling. The animation think tanks, after probably exhausting the pool of stories that can be made into animation, resorted to their story-telling skills to turn even the simplest plot into an amazing piece of story-telling that can capture your attention from start to end.

So once and in a while, I try to watch Belle and the Beast throw those snow balls at each other because it makes me believe that in this jaded world, some love stories do come true not just in Disneyland.

Note: And it was worth to note that at the end of the Beauty and the Beast, it was dedicated to Howard Ashman who died of AIDS in 1991, with this line-----

To our friend, Howard, who gave a mermaid her voice, and a beast his soul. We will be forever grateful. Howard Ashman: 1950–1991.

Halalan 2010

A 234-year old democracy like the US, had two father-son tandems who became presidents. The Bushes and the Adams.

While, the Philippines, a 112-year old democracy (less than half the age of US) would soon have two of such tandems, father-daughter in Diosdado-Gloria and a highly probable mother-son team-up in Cory-Noynoy.

What does that say about our tendency to believe that leadership skills can be inherited? Or are we just suckers for certain family names which have nice rings to them?

Hmm…come to think of it, they could be names for airports. Oh, but wait……they already are.




---------here I am thankful for a generally peaceful and relatively "smooth" first ever automated elections.