In My Life: It's a Mother's Day Movie

Let's not bring out the pom-poms yet, the movie has nothing to do with us. A three second kiss PATTING of lips is anything but what we expected it to be.



photo from: http://pinoygossipboy.i.ph/blogs/pinoygossipboy/2009/09/17/movie-review-in-my-life/

Stand your guard sisters, the apparently gay-infested star cinema is really gay sanitized.

As for the film's merits (or the lack thereof)...hell, its numerous unnecessary plots made it appear lazily done. I was teary-eyed alright, teary-eyed from all the yawns. The a. shouting b. crying c. dancing d. slapping... please... there are other ways to tell a story. The Filipinos are (much much!) smarter than what you give them credit for.

Then again, I'm a mere mortal in the realm of films, hence, I yield to a more reliable reviewer:

"We really wanted "In My Life" to be one of the few films that we will always look back on and cherish as a film that brings a glimmer in our eyes. Unfortunately, that dream won't happen. So what made "In My Life" bad? First, it was definitely not the acting. We all have praises for the three main protagonists. Vilma was just at her best here and John Lloyd showed how much drama he can show out. Luis needs more improvement but he actually performed well being a homosexual so still, props to him. Second, it also wasn't the lack of drama thereof. There were oodles upon oodles of scenes where tears will fall and we also liked the occasional break from all the heaviness with light comedic scenes scattered all over the film.

Unfortunately, even with all the topnotch acting and drama, the simple truth is that "In My Life" left out one big aspect in a film and that is the story/plot. The story of "In My Life" was just too much for us too digest as there are a lot of unnecessary subplots happening all over the place (especially by the end of the film). As a viewer, we just wanted it to end but the film just gave more, more and more. We think the writers just forced it to have lots of dramatic avenues just for the sake that people will cry. As the saying goes, too much of anything is bad and this holds true here as they do not mesh well. Cry you will but you will might also wonder why. Even though it had unusual twists, it will make you think if it was really necessary to have them happen that way as an effective means to move the story forward. For us, they were not. "

review from: http://www.reeladvice.net/2009/09/in-my-life-movie-review.html


other reviews:
Jessica Zafra
Nestor Torre

Devil Anna

was editing my power point presentation in international management...

phone call: "the devil is all over youtube"

i saved my file and closed power point application...

open youtube




power point slides...magazines, pwede.

Fuck This Song! I Laveeet!

"So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval"





"Fuck You (Very Much)"

Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor

So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get
Do you get a little kick of being slow minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval your after
Well that's not how you find it

Do you
Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
Your losing control of it and it's really distasteful

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

re-education on prayers

my eyes are swelling as i type. of all the things said about Tita Cory, her unwavering faith impressed on me more than anything else. i promise to say the rosary more often. while some cynics (just as i was a few minutes ago) frown on repeated prayers, i realize now that solemnly repeating your prayers is equivalent to standing your ground and repeatedly reminding yourself that a divine force will take your side as long as you take his when a marching enemy storms your way. i believe that is what made Tita Cory a woman of strength and a woman at peace with her self.

Paalam Tita Cory

"For the first time in the history of the world, a civilian population has been called to defend the military."

-María Corazón Cojuangco-Aquino
(born María Corazón Sumulong Cojuangco)
1933—2009

I am a prouder Filipino because of you Tita Cory. Farewell.

I Blabber Just to Mention the Scandal

too much facebook... argh



The thing is, the Philippines is problem ridden and not even the most distilled form of democracy would ensure her the pink slip.

What might work is a paradigm shift that is neither government initiated or requiring a political revolution. We need to be better Filipinos. We start by not taking a leak on public places, hold on to our emptied cans of soda until we see a rubbish bin, wear your fucking helmet when you drive a bike, be fucking punctual, teach pro-bono at an orphanage, find better things to do like signing up for a clean-up drive than driving yourself crazy google-ing to watch a mediocre physician and a slutty talent-deficient actress get on it...





I am not an allied science professional, but i know enough that adhesive bandages can hide the bruises but it's a far cry to cure cancer.

Color Me

Kid parties are ethereal when you've been to Georgia and California and sipped champagne on a yacht and seen some things that a woman aint suppose to see.

Yesterday at a Disney-themed merry making kids were thoughtlessly asked to 'polychromatize' some Winnie the Pooh drawings with crayons lacking of the basic gay colors. Nonetheless, since I am a big advocate of wholesomeness, I decided to join in the fun. I approached one of the kids and told him that his mom has left and he should start looking for her before Michael Jackson drops by. Apparently he understood his situation and fled. Needless to say, I stole his flaky set-of five lead-rich China-made crayon and worked my magic. Voila!




The exercise was calming and even elating.

For a moment I forgot all about my worries. I regressed into a time when life, excuse the lack of poetic skills-- is as simple as crayons and papers.

Here's to life's way of reminding us of its little treasures!