The moment I saw “The Other Boleyn Girl” added to the jumbo white board calendar of Solar-sponsored movie premieres I was yehey! Title pa lang whoa na ‘di ba? Sobrang whoa may nabobo sa likod namin sa sinehan. More on that later. So anyway, I read about the film before the screening. I love royalty. I like Prince William. I was named after the Queen of Netherlands. My children will be Mafiosi. It’s in my blood.

Teacher Ludy and I watched it Thrusday night. Our mouths were bleeding curses the whole time. Putanginang mukha ni Scarlett ‘yan. Parang nakagat ng ipis ang bibig (but not on an Angelina Jolie level). Naknanghayup may dumi ‘yung queen sa bibig (ala Lorna Tolentino)! Whoa putanginang location ‘yan! San ‘yan?! Putanginang walang ibang point ang buhay nila kundi mag-buntisan! Shyet pare ibang level na ang acting ni mareng Natalie. Above and beyond mehn! Si Scarlett parang kawayan umarte. Si Eric Bana, well, manipulated ‘yung role nung king e. He looked manipulated enough to me.

Love the screenplay. Though it wasn’t completely faithful to the novel it was based on which was not totally faithful to the real events the novel was based on, I love it nonetheless. Tipong bawat development napapa-mura ka kahit nakanganga ka lang sa disbelief. There are what-the-hey parts but maybe they had to do that for the sake of translating it to film.

Yehey cinematography. Especially in the opening and closing sequences (which shared the same look). Swak! Tsaka ramdam ko ‘yung vibes ng kingdom! Wahey!

The costumes must have required the death of 8 million animals especially that of King Henry’s. Naisip namin ni Ludy buti walang monarch dito sa Pilipinas. Kundi mamamatay sila sa heat stroke at dehydration kung ganun lagi ang attire nila.

‘Yung score parang puro takatak ng paa ng kabayo in different decibels. Pero well, wala pa naman kasing tricycle nung 16^th century.

2 counts before the conversation of the people behind us, this was onscreen:

Mary Boleyn: How do I look my dear sister?

Anne Boleyn: Absolutely wonderful. This is your day. Next to you, I’m just the other Boleyn girl.

And way before that, their dad was called “George Boleyn” by one of the king’s men.

Ito ‘yung conversation ng mga tae sa likod namin:

Tae 1: Ano ba ‘yung bolen gerl?

Tae 2: Ewan. Baka ‘yung tawag sa utusan ng reyna.

Bakla.

Da-uh.

Lurlur.

But all awards (including best corset in a makapigil-hiningang role) must go to Natalie Portman who outdoes her performance in V for Vendetta. Nangingig, namumula, naloloka, nagagalit na mga ugat at nanganganak on command?! Akalain mo. Animal.

After the final scene and the credits started rolling, Teacher Ludy in I muttered in unison: M-O-T-H-E-R-F-U-C-K-E-R.

The UP men's football team lost to yellow bastards today, 1-2.

When you're a PEPper, you get hurt way more often than everybody else.

What do I mean? Well, if you're a UP student who doesn't give a fuck about the school's athletic endeavors then good for you. You must be a university scholar with an average of 1.01. (The 0.01 is a little consideration for your tao-lang-po errors.) When you're a varsity player from a certain team chances are you don't care about everyone else but your team. You only die when your team loses. If you're a UP fan who has limited favorite sports (like basketball & volleyball) you'll get depressed only in those two events.

When you're a PEPper, you cheer for EVERYONE. From basketball, volleyball, football, baseball, tennis to judo, every athlete of your school. You might not understand how all those games work but in time you do. And you learn to love your teams too.

Every single time UP loses, my heart breaks. Minsan medyo lang pero madalas hardcore wasak. Every time a UP player gets injured, I feel like their mother.

I'm not glorifying my team, the UP Pep Squad. I'm not saying we're martyrs or unsung heroes. We choose to bring school spirit to every game we attend. We get our own hearts broken when we lose cheerdance competitions.

All I'm saying is that in my 3 years in this team I never experienced a championship. Not for the basketball team. Not for the football team. Not for any team we cheered for. Not even for Pep. I don't enjoy losing.

Pero sa bawat game, sa bawat palo, masasabi kong Peyups ang may pinaka na puso.

Guys,

Thesis ko na. Gumagawa ako ng pelikula. Kailangan ko ng kahit anong tulong na gusto mong ipagkaloob. Marami akong kailangang gamit. 'Yung iba re-rentahan gaya ng camera, ilaw, tripod, dolly tracks, equipment truck at iba pa. Kung gusto mong mag-donate in cash/cheque (from P1.00 to infinity) or in kind (isang meal/snack para sa aking crew, mini DV tape, blank DVD, Coke litro, malaking ensaymada, kahit anooo) sobrang matutuwa ako. I will acknowledge your help properly. KAHIT MAGKANO o KAHIT ANONG TULONG ay ikagaganda ng siné na 'to.

Para sa ayaw humawak ng maruming pera:

Trixie's Oplan:Tirahin na Natin 'to! Equitable PCI Bank account # 1191-02666-3 under Marcelino Ballesteros’ name.

Para sa face-to-face transaction at "kind" donations:

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Maraming Salamat.

Trixie

1. Eligibility.

Off again for the second time in a month to jolly old England and Europe.

The last time i was here i was on crutches and when in airports being lugged in that ever esteem enhancing device we know as the wheelchair!

What is it about a chair with wheels that so brings me to the brink of depression? After all it is only four wheels attached to a chair. Is it the fact that it isn't MY chair? And that countless other posterriers had warmed the faux leather before me. Was it the lingering smell of vomit and substance that seemed to permeate it's fibers? The muffled glances from across crowded airport terminals and not so muffled stares from "Gimp" slinging friends? Or most likely the undeniable sense of humanity it lends. We are makable, breakable, and takable and short of some cosmic advancement in physics and or philosophy we shall remain

That's fine with me i think. There's something inspiring about being humbled at the height of one's youth, as ironic as that sounds. Maybe I needed some grounding, so to speak, and this was the Universe's way of sitting me down and shutting me up. I have to say though, now that i am getting back in shape and walking and driving again, I feel MORE alive than I did prior to my little domestic accident. Whatever it takes i guess; to make you feel alive and more inspired than before.

I am off to go explore Milan for a few hours before we play on TV. I miss Carolyn. And she is only an hour's flight from me in Paris. I hope she's thinking of me.

For a moment I fell in love with a complete stranger. As in. Maybe it’s my hormones. I’ve been staring at this photo for days and I’ve involuntarily made up backstories of his life inside my head. I thought maybe he’s a surfer/skater boy who lost a brother to harsh waves. He’s in touch with his feminine side but he’s straight. He doesn’t like baseball like most Americans do. ‘Yan ganyan. Puro ganyan. Feeling ko tuloy high school ulit ako.

Hanapin ko kaya siya? Hmmm. Wag. Focus lang tayo sa Oplan: Madrid, guys.

Pero aminin mo ate. Hotness personified siya! Sarap iuwi. Type ko kasi mga magaganda na lalake.

Sharing lang. Nakakapagod kasi mag-isip ng thesis e.

It’s weird but I don’t crush him like everyone else does. He’s like the wise old man of the tribe in my life. Hahaha! And I told him that.

I consulted with him last Monday at Figaro across abs-cbn. He really took time out to sit with me and discuss my thesis, sponsorships and talk about life, my plans after grad, how the industry has been treating him, how love can kill, etc etc. He even ignored friends, phone calls and text messages while we were together. Heehee. He is so darn intelligent and he’s very sincere. He has a really beautiful heart. Like whoa. Not many people realize that because they get blinded by his looks. But really, Sir Lino will be one of the few people I will miss when I am Madrid. Sir Lino is laaaaaab.

Wala na ang puso at isip ko dito. Nauna na sa Madrid. Ang Trixie na kausap mo ay fats, muscles at tendons na lang.

'Anna-Molly' delivers a similar push but has a far more sophisticated bent, in that it rocks, but conjures imagery of a girl that I can see in my minds eye but most likely doesn't exist. Therefore being a bit of an anomaly. I guess that is relatively sophisticated...right? Fuck. I actually hate trying to explain what these or any of our songs mean! And it's really not fair for me to condescend to do that in the first place. If you care to, let them be about whatever you want. --Brandon Boyd

The first time I listened to this song I loved it to death. Later on I analyzed the meaning. Sakto. What it means to me is that someone out there is sending me an S.O.S via Incubus and I heard it perfectly well.

I now know who exactly my anomaly is.

But he's half a world away. And for that, I'm moving to where he is after graduation. Even if it means treading in a totally different culture all by myself. Even if it means that the only communication between me and my family would be YM to Sydney, Australia. Even if it means leaving all my friends behind. Even if it means diving into their film/advertising industry not knowing anybody.

Ganun ko siya kamahal. At ganun siya ka-importante. Kahit di pa niya alam na ako ang rescue squad niya.

Seryoso ako dito.

Let's just hope he does NEED rescuing. (Panic tayo pag hindi.) Though even if he doesn't, I'll be sticking around for him anyhow.

Dahil chop suey ang happenings since the no-class-because-of-the-invisible-typhoon day, eto ka:

I'm loooooving Incubus' new album, Light Grenades.

It was so wonderful to see my high school beloveds, Tea Rex (aka T-Rose), Bakla (aka Gay), and Kio (aka Via). Sayang tinamad si Wowow. Wala si Simone at si Mokong at si Keme.

Shopwise junk food shopping with Hermann for Imahe. Hahah. 300 pala para free parking ha? Eto ka. 300 ang isusukli ko sa isang libo mo!

Rock Awards. Kapagod 'to.

Ang saya saya saya saya saya saya kasama nila Jason Tan, Pong at Paul! Jason Tan is my new Imahe booth partner and Pong is my Imahe dance partner!

Via and Ino waited for me coz I was supposed to sleep over their place after the shoot. Bakla. andami pang ekek nitong mga to. Por dat nakatulog sila Vi. Di ko alam kung san susugod. Ginising ko si Popot. You shoulda seen the look on her face when I was shaking her awake on her bed. (Clue: she was watching Prison Break all night the night before)

Ang sagwa talaga pag nakikita ko siya at 'yung girlaloo niyang mukhang ebak. Seryoso ako. Nakaka-ebs talaga mukha niya. Even other people say so. Anyhow, himala dahil di ako masyadong apektado. Siguro kasi iniwan ko 'yung puso ko sa bulsa ng someone. Hehehe. Kala mo ha! Prepared to!

Humanda kayo sa pinaka-engrandeng paghihiganti ng milenyong ito.

Played with 6 beautiful lab pups. I miss Pavlov's childhood.

*Pictures are in my multiply account: cornellskid.multiply.com *