FOUR SEASONS

One dreary winter

An avalanche of pain

Buries me

Nobody to call

Can’t move

All I have is a numbed body

As the snow melts down

Through my veins

A hurricane of frustrations

Swallows me whole

Nothing to hold

Mournfully drowned

All I have is an ocean of tears

As I continue on my journey

A stormy summer

Covers my trail

Nowhere to go

Completely lost

All I have is a dusty path

As I face the battle

An army of ordeals

Defeats my fate

I fall on my knees

Still trying to win

All I have is a troop of agony!!!

My prime of my life…

An avalanche of pain…

A hurricane of frustrations…

A stormy summer…

A fall of army…

All I have is catastrophic seasons!!!

14 October 01 (1:45am)

What Really Am I???

I'll be described by people I know (can be closed friends or not) by clicking this website: http://kevan.org/johari?view=Ma-an+Asuncion

*Got this from Tobie

Brokeback Big Ba(A)ng

Watched BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN today at Gateway (Cinema 3, 7pm) with my new friend, Waise Azimi.
But before that, met JOSIE and DAE at 4pm at Baang Cafe to get the petty cash.





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It was PINOY BIG BANG SA EUROPA shoot at Global last Thursday (16 Feb). Randy Santiago came at 3pm. Then Say Alonzo of Pinoy Big Brother followed at 5pm. Subsequently, the new "crush ng bayan" Sam Milby arrived at 7pm. And the last one who came at 8pm was Star In A Million winner Frenchie Dy.







Sam was talking to my childhood friend from Pampanga, Karen E. Malig.






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Yesterday (17 Feb) went home around 12:30pm from PINOY BIG BANG SA EUROPA editing at Post TV Manila. Met Elton (owner & my artist) & Jason (who happens to know Paolo Dy too --- small world, huh?).
I woke up at 5:30pm when Emman called me on my cell phone to tell that we have to meet for his short film shoot on 25 Feb (Edsa Revolution). We met at Filipinas Production (Room 305-306 Salomon Bldg. E. Rodriguez, QC) where most of the indipendent filmakers where there.
After that I followed Jacque (she was with Joey & Joven) at Kalye Juan (restaurant in Tomas Morato).
Then Jacque and I went to Baang Cafe to discuss the shoot of Emman's short film. We saw there Red & Mona --- they were with Jay & Jet. An hour after, saw Direk Jon Red (and his wife) at the cafe too --- some of the indie filmakers followed --- and one of them was Emman.

My color is RED

Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.

*Emailed to me by Jacque. Go and check it out.
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A Lesson in Coffee

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old University of Notre Dame lecturer.
Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to helpthemselves to hot coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said:
"If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.
While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups."
"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.
They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change."
"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

Emailed by Crissy De Guzman (Tue, 31 Jan 2006 08:49:25)

Arogante nga ba???

Hay naku!
Ang mga tao nga naman…
Kung minsan, magbigay ka lang ng rason
Para i-explain ang sarili mo
Arrogante ka na.
O kaya naman,
i-tama mo ang mali ng iba
arogante ka na.
Minsan naman,
Maging intelektwal lang ang hirit mo
Arogante ka na
Eh Sino at ano ba ang arogante sa 'yo?

Sa tingin ko
Ang mga taong nagsasabi na arogante ka
eh yung mga di makatanggap ng rason.
'Yung mga ayaw ma-korek ng iba
(pride siyempre)
At 'yung mga nagsasabi na,
"Ang defensive mo naman" o
"Ang reklamo mo!".
At siyepre, "Hay naku, feeling know-it-all!".
Pero di ba,
masasabihan ko lang arogante
kapag ang taong nagsasabi nun eh arogante din?
Or 'yung tipong ayaw magpa-korek o magpatalo...
'Yung gusto laging bida.
Or kung boss ka,
Lalong ayaw mong humihirit ang under sa 'yo
Insubordination 'yun!
Kasi nga naman,
ang feeling mo eh nawawala na ang respeto sa 'yo.
O baka lang na di mo matanggap
(O takot ka lang)
na mas magaling ang subordinate mo sa 'yo?

Nakakatawa talaga ang mga tao.
Sabihin lang ng iba
o marinig lang sa iba
na arogante ka eh ganun ka kagad sa paningin nila.
Tipo bang wala ka ng chance
i-prove ang sarili mo sa kanila.
Ika nga eh "jaded" na sila.
Mas alam pa nga nila kesa sa 'yo
Ang tunay na ugali mo
Parang mas marami pa silang alam
tungkol sa 'yo
kesa ikaw ang may alam sa sarili mo.
Siguro talaga judegemental ang mga tao.
Nakakainis ano?
O well, ganyan talagang ang buhay.
Kaya ako, I'll do whatever I want
I'll say what I want (pero siyempre careful pa rin)
Wala akong pakialam kung ano ang sasabihin ng iba
Kasi di naman ako pinanganak
para mag-adjust sa mga taong nasa paligid ko.
Basta importante happy ako...
So arogante nga ba???

The Pickle Jar

The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.
When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.

As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.

I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.

Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.

Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back." Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly "These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me."

We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show methe few coins nestled
in his palm. "When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty
jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. "You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quar ters," he said. "But you'll getthere. I'll see to that."

The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith.

The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.

No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar.

To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. "When you finish college, Son," he told me, his eyes glistening, "You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want to."

The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. "She probably needs to be changed," she said, carrying the baby into my
parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.

She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. "Look," she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, a s if it had never been
removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

This truly touched my heart. I know it has yours as well. Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse.


God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must be
felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller

Happy moments, praise God.

Difficult moments, seek God.

Quiet moments, worship God.

Painful moments, trust God.

Every moment, thank God.

Patience is a VIRTUE

It is a cliche but it's TRUE!!!
Yesterday was a busy day. I fixed our permits to shoot --- on February 5 (Tecson Street ) and February 6 (North Cemetery) --- at Manila City Hall. It was a long and tedious process before you get the approval to shoot:

1) Submit a Letter to Director of Manila City Hall
2) But before that the secretary has to receive the letter first --- STAMP! RECEIVED!)
3) Then they will forward it to the secretary (the one who will type the endorsement letter)
4) Give you the first endorsement letter
5) Deliver the endorsement letters to the location of shoots and department concerned (like for example the TECSON STREET, I have to give the endorsement letter to TRAFFIC BUREAU first and they will give their endorsement too --- same with NORTH CEMETERY, which by the way I just got their endorsement thes morning).
6) After receiving their endorsements, you have to return to Manila City Hall to give it to the Director.
7) Manila City Hall's Director will give his approval
8) They will do their approval and agreement letter
9) Give to the Director's secretary again --- she'll give the approval letter only. Meaning, you are now ready to pay the permit
10) Look for Rm146 (They will fill up the form for you but of course, another "higher-up" will sign it)
11) Then give to Window A (I don't know exactly what they did there --- another form to be filled-up again by them)
12) Go to cashier and pay (at last!)
13) Give the receipt to the secretary
14) Secretary will ask the Director to sign the approval letter.
15) Yehey!!! Done with the "bureaucratic" system!!!

There was an annoying (but funny after) story I had while fixing the permit. The Assistant Director, Mr. Zacharias (the Director was on leave), asked me to get the endorsment letters after lunch because the computer was not working. So I had my lunch at KARATE KID in SM Manila and wandered around the mall till 1:00pm. Then I returned to city hall but Mr. Zachariaz was not back from lunch yet --- well someone said that he had a late lunch. So I went back to SM again and stayed there for about 30 mins. When I returned to City Hall the Secretary was there already and she said that the endorsement was not yet done. I went to see the one who is doing the endorsement letter (please #3 of the process, hehe) and she said, "Ay naku!!! Di ko pa nakakagawa yung endorsement letter kasi di pa nakakabili ng mouse".... I was like "Duh?!? Whaaaaaaat?!?!".... You don't have a mouse the reason you haven't done the endorsement letter yet. My gosh!!! SM was just accross the City Hall and you haven't able to buy a mouse?!? You should have told me and I would have bought a mouse for her!!!! Or she had just borrowed a mouse from her office mates. Grrrr!!! I can't believe it that they were not resourceful enough to think of a solution. But at least...finally... she just borrowed mouse from her officemate (kasi sinata ko na siya)... and that's how my endorsement letter was done!

Actually, my cousin's wife assisted me yesterday to secure a permit (it helped me a lot to know someone who have a position in the city hall). But I didn't bug her anymore regarding what happened to me yesterday because I still wanted to do the right process of securing a permit ---- LOOOONG & TEEEEDIOUS!!! It really tested my PATIENCE!!!

Siglo: Passion

Original Graphic Novel/ Anthology Edited by Dean Alfar and Vincent Michael Simbulan Published by Nautilus Comics.

Siglo: Passion is the sequel to the National Book Award-winning anthology Siglo: Freedom. This time around, the book explores the passions of the Filipino people, from food to family, from religion to nation, through twelve stories set across one hundred years of history and beyond. With a roster of award-winning writers and artists (full roster list to be provided upon request), Siglo: Passion promises to be an unforgettable experience, and yet another milestone in Philippine comic book history.

Note: This edition of Siglo: Passion will be in full-color, the first full-color graphic novel in the country, and will be limited to only two thousand (2000) copies. This limited edition of the book will be the only full-color edition that will ever be released in the country and will NOT be reprinted.

Note: From October to November, readers may pre-purchase their copies of Siglo: Passion at discounted rates, in any Comic Quest outlet. They will be handed ticket stubs and a limited edition Siglo Postcard Set which can only be obtained this way. The ticket stubs can be used to claim the book once it is released, and will also serve as your invite to the book launch in December.

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Love is an accident...
Waiting to happen.
Desire is a stranger...
You think you know.
Intimacy is a lie...
We tell ourselves.
Truth is a game...
You play to win.
If you believe in love at first sight...
You never stop looking.

- From CLOSER movie trailer

Birthday Treats

Invitation for Saturday, Oct 8th

M. J. H I G G I N S fine art & furnishings

CARY MESHUL - NEW WORK +

1^st YEAR ANNIVERSARY GROUP SHOW

October 8 – November 19, 2005

Reception: Saturday, October 8, 7 -10 PM

Group show: Matt Aston, Margaret von Biesen, John Brosio, Chati Coronel, Kai Samuel-Davis, Richard Godfrey, Jane Gyer, Jon Higgins, Star Higgins, Jett Jackson, Miguel Osuña, Rebeka Roberts, Nancy Seruto, Dean Triolo, Rosalyn Wiley and John Reiff Williams.

Introducing: Artist crafted & eco-friendly furnishings by David Buckingham, Martha Higgins, Kent Maris, Peri Shefik, Ray Sutton and Mark Walsh.

Cary Meshul

Cary Meshul was born in Los Angeles, California, in 1954. He received a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of California at Santa Cruz.

As part of his studies for this degree, he spent a year at Hornsey Fine Art Academy in London, England.

His career as an artist has involved both fine art and graphic design. As an art director, he has worked for such companies as Paper Moon Graphics, MGM, NBC, and 20th Century Fox. As a fine artist, his watercolors, ink paintings, and oil paintings have been shown internationally. He has lived in China and Egypt, and has traveled widely in Europe, Russia, and Indonesia. These travel experiences have had a distinctive influence on his life and work.

From 1986 to 1989 he studied with an acknowledged master of Chinese traditional painting in the People’s Republic of China. In addition to satisfying the strict criteria of a formal course of study, he experimented with Western water-color techniques and themes. The integration of a classical art education with Chinese traditional painting found _expression in a subtle blending of East and West, and was to become the foundation for a trans-cultural approach to visual art. At a time when his oil paintings were represented by the Schwartz-Cierlak gallery in Los Angeles, his ink paintings started to be recognized in China. He was represented by Alisan Fine Arts in Hong Kong and his work was acquired by many private and professional collections, including IBM Hong Kong and The Indo-Suez Bank. In 1988 his work was recognized in a nation-wide art competition and was exhibited in The National Gallery of Art, Bejing. He left China just after the student democracy demonstrations of June 1989.

Mr. Meshul lived in Egypt from 1990 to 1994. With the backdrop of the Gulf War and its resulting polarization of East and West, he continued to explore the possibilities of a style not affiliated with time or place. The immense range of historical and contemporary influences manifest in the city of Cairo were enfolded into a series of landscapes and portraits. Although somewhat controversial in Egypt, these pieces were exhibited in a one-man show at the American Cultural Center, Alexandria in 1994.

He presently works in oil paints, acrylics, watercolor, and Chinese ink, blending Western and Eastern techniques and themes. Working with acrylics, he has experimented extensively with the use of color to extend the limits of a two-dimensional medium. Concerns of surface and the illusion of depth are realized in a layered, impressionistic technique, with close color harmonies producing an inherent luminescence.

Mr. Meshul’s work can be found in many collections. He currently lives in Los Angeles where he is the art director of the Skirball Cultural Center.

Join us every second Thursday for the DOWNTOWN ART WALK: Oct. 13 & Nov. 10, 12 - 9 PM www.downtownartwalk.com

Easy parking @ Joe's 230 S. Main St.

M. J. H I G G I N S fine art & furnishings

2 4 4 S. M A I N S T R E E T

L O S A N G E L E S, C A. 9 0 0 1 2

2 1 3 . 6 1 7 . 1 7 0 0

Director: Martha Higgins

Hours: Tuesday - Saturday: 12 - 6 pm

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MOORE INTERVIEWS MANSON
(Bowling for Columbine Documentary)

MOORE: Do you know the day Columbine happened... the U.S. dropped more bombs on Kosovothan any other time during that war?

MANSON: I do know that... and I think that's really ironice that nobody said, "Maybe the President had an influence on this violent behavior"... No, because that's not the way the media wants to take it and spin it... and turn it into fear. Because then you're watching TV... and turn into fear. Because then you're watching TV... you're watching the news being pumped full of fear... and then there's flood, there's AIDS, there's murder... cut to commercial, buy the ACURA, buy the colgate...if you have bad breath, they're not gonna talk to you. If you got pimples... the girls not gonna fuck you... and it's just campaign... of fear and consumption. And I think it's all based on... Is the whole idea that "Keep everyone afraid and they'll consume". And that's really as simple it can be boiled to.

...When I was a kid, grouwing up... music was the escape. That's the only thing that had no judgements. Put on a record, and it won't yell at you for dressing the way you do. It's gonna make you feel better about it.

.... I definitely can see why they pick me... because I think it's easy to throw my face on TV... because I'm... in the end, sort of a "poster boy" of fear. Because I represent what everyone's afraid of... because I do and say what I want.

... The two byproducts... of that whole tragedy were violence in entertainment and gun control and how perfect that those were the two things we were gonna talk about... with the upcoming elections. Also, then we forgot about Monica Lewinsky. And we forgot about the President shooting bombs overseas. Yet I'm a bad guy... because I sing some tock and roll songs... and who's the bigger influence, the President or Marilyn Manson? I'd like to think me but I'll go with the President.

MOORE: If you're going to talk directly to the kids at Columbine... or that community, what would you say to them if they were here?

MANSON: I wouldn't say a single words to them. I'd listen to what they have to say... That's no one did.

(Transcribed by me)

The Fool (Tarot Card)

The fool is an interesting card, it is a key of 0 and yet a key of 22 as well. There are 22 cards to the Major Arcana, starting with number 1-21..the number 22 would seem to be missing if we just called it 0. The 0 key, represents the god force, the force before entering into manifestation, but in the same right, this card completes the cycle as number 22. Life continues on and on in a cycle and the number 22 is an ancient symbol for a circle representing god and infinity, because a circle has no starting point or end. The Fool represents the Super conscious in which he has yet one more step ahead of him, symbolic of the fact that we never come to our limit in potential.
The bright sun over head represents the life energy that is forever rising. The mountains in the distance, even though bleak and cold rising high in the sky bring forth water when the sun melts the peaks, bringing life and nourishment to the ones below. His bag represents the memories of the past, with the eagle on it representing an awaked view towards aspirations. The white rose in his hand represents the pure desire and untainted goals, while the dog at his feet is symbolic of the lower incarnations that are elevated by evolution.

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The day I was GAY!!!

West Hollywood
04 June 2005
(Pictures from Tobie)


Ben, Moi and Tobie


Miss ko na si Tobie!!!

Smile lang ng smile =)


Mga PA-CUTE!!!


I'm so GAY!!!

TUPARIN NATIN ANG BANTA NG ATING PANAHON
Alexander Martin Remollino

Matapos na babuyin ang mga balota
At baliin ang susing magbubukas sana
Sa mga kahong nagkakanlong sa tunay na pasya ng bayan,
Ang panipis na nang panipis na bituka ng mamamayan
Ay binutas, Binutas ng rehimen.
At ang kalikasang noon pa’y nilamas-lamas
Ng mga dayuhan
Ay tuluyang sa kanila’y ipinagahasa.

Dumalas ang pagbaha ng mga paa sa lansangan,
Ang pagpinta ng mga bandila
At pagtuldok ng mga kamao
Sa himpapawid.
At bakit hindi?
Ang mga mamamaya’y mga tao,
Di tulad ng mga namumuno sa bansa.
Ngunit sapagkat iginigiit ang pagiging mga tao,
Ang sagot sa kanila ay dahasin,
Pataying parang mga hayop.
Ito raw ay upang maipagsanggalang ang demokrasya.
Ang demokrasya’y ipinagtatanggol
Ng rehimeng nahalal nang di nahalal,
Rehimeng gumahasa sa demokrasya.
Kaya’t halina,
Isigaw natin nang buong lakas
Ang hatol ng ating panahon:
Nararapat na gumulong
Ang ulong may suot na koronang ninakaw.
Isigaw natin ito hanggang sa mabuwag
Ng ating mga tinig ang mga alambreng pader ng Mendiola.
Tiyakin nating matutupad ang banta ng ating panahon:
Mene thecel phares* (Bilang na ang araw mo)
Huwad na Pangulo.

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Notes:Variation: Mene – the days of your kingdom are numbered, it is finished;Tekel – You have been weighed and found wanting;Peres – Your kingdom is divided


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Call to the Filipino Artist

“The filmmaker, like his fellow artists in different media, has now realized that the artist is also a public person. He does not work in isolation from society. Instead of working alone in his ivory tower he is a citizen of the slums, of the streets, of the battlefield if need be. The artist is always a participant. He tries to be true not only to his craft but also to himself. For it is the supreme duty of the artist to investigate the truth, no matter what forces attempt to hide it. And then to report it to the people, to confront them with it, like a whiplash that will cause wounds but will free the mind from the various fantasies and escapist fare that the Establishment pollutes our minds with.

To the best of our abilities, and even if we oftentimes fail, we want to do works that will hurt, films that will disturb, films that will not make you rest. For the times are really bad, and given times like these, it is a crime to rest. We can not rest, and we should not, while there’s a fellow Filipino starving in Negros, an Aquino or Galman crying for justice, a salvage victim lying in a mountain of garbage while a corrupt family rules the country with uncontrolled power and wealth. While it is the duty of the artist to work for what is true, good, and beautiful, first we have to expose and fight what is wrong.

In these times when most of the media hide the truth from us, when most of what we get from the media are silly gossip and petty flesh and sensationalized crimes, we go to the streets to find out what’s happening. We listen to those artists who dare risk their lives and livelihoods, who reiterate once more the utmost duty of the artist --- that the artist is a committed person, that he will always take the side of any human being who is violated, abused, oppressed, dehumanized whatever his instrument ---the pen, the brush, or the camera."

- Lino Brocka
Artist as Citizen






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"Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision"

- Ayn Rand

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FIRST TIME

Rode a bus for the first time here in California. It was interesting and fun experience!!!

I went to Wilshire to submit resume to Job Placement Agencies. Acutally, there was one who wanted me to teach the "html". Because the job that I am going to do (if I will accept it) is to make a website for a jewelry shop in Downtown LA (yup!!! It's in Downtown LA). But of course, I can not accept the job right now for some reasons (and considerations).

And oh... I met Ben in the first agency I went. We had our lunch in one of the pinoy restaurants in Vermont. After our lunch, Ben just dropped me in Wilshire because he had still an appointment with his dentist.

Finally, I watched "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory".

Johnny Depp gave justice to the role of "Willy Wonka". He was funny and humorous!!!

I am really amazed too with the eccentricities of Tim Burton --- he is weird and creative!!! Tim has a new animated movie coming out...

...it is entitled, "Corpse Bride".

The visual treatment is very much similar with "Nightmare Before Christmas".

Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter are the lead characters' voice in that film.

Oh how I wish I could make a film someday --- a film that I will be proud of.

So those were my escapades yesterday... and I still look forward to ride a bus here in California!!!

A Scanner Darkly

Based on the 1977 novel by Philip K. Dick (More information)

Release Date:March, 2006

Director:Richard Linklater

Cast and Characters:Keanu Reeves as Fred/Bob Arctor; Rory Cochrane as Freck; Robert Downey Jr. as Barris; Woody Harrelson as Luckman; and Winona Ryder as Donna

ABOUT THE FILM

"A Scanner Darkly" is set in suburban Orange County, California in a future where America has lost the war on drugs. When one reluctant undercover cop is ordered to start spying on his friends, he is launched on a paranoid journey into the absurd, where identities and loyalties are impossible to decode. It is a cautionary tale of drug use based on the novel by Philip K. Dick and his own experiences.
Like a graphic novel come to life, "A Scanner Darkly" will use live action photography overlaid with an advanced animation process (interpolated rotoscoping) to create a haunting, highly stylized vision of the future. The technology, first employed in Richard Linklater’s 2001 film "Waking Life," has evolved to produce even more emotional impact and detail.

http://www.philipkdick.com/films_scanner.html