"You Can't Always Get What You Want"

A ghost re-appeared. And the feelings have not changed. But the Rolling Stones said ...

... and it pains me.

Hayskul Life (este College Pala)

Klasmeyts at the UP CFA. Hehehehe. (Nenok galing ke isaac na multiply account). The difference in years between me and them is roughly 10 years hehehehe

"Boses"

Saw Ellen Ongkiko-Marfil's film "Boses" yesterday at the CCP. Beautiful, beautiful film!

Wanted to see it to compare it with Achero Mañas' "El Bola" (The Pellet) which I've seen some years back. Both films deal with the subject of domestic violence, specifically child abuse, a subject close to my heart.

The two films may be years apart and made in the context of two different countries and cultures, but the language of pain (and consequently healing) is nevertheless the same. 

"Boses" manages to tug at the heart of its viewers, as "El Bola" did, because the film's circumstances are familiar --- at one point, one becomes Pablo (El Bola's protagonist) or Julian ("Boses" lead). 

(more on the subject in a later post). 

Catching Up With My Plates

Tons of plates to do since I was away for two weeks. But I'm getting by. Here's one.

Can't Let Go - Landon Pigg

Well youre the closest thing I have
To bring up in a conversation
About a love that didnt last
But I could never call you mine
Cause I could never call myself yours
And if we were really meant to be
Well then we justify destiny
Its not that our love died
Just never really bloomed

Well I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.

And then we saw our paths diverge
And I guess I felt OK about it.
Until you got with another man,
And then I couldnt understand
Why it bothered me so.
How we didnt die we just 
Never had a chance to grow.

I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past.
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.

And it might not make much sense
To you or any of my friends
Though somehow still you affect the 
Things I do.
And you cant lose what you never had
I dont understand why I feel sad
Every time I see you out with someone new.

I cant let go
No, I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you.

I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.

I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past

San Diego Ink (tehehe)

Today, I fly. Finally was able to get my Mercury wings tattoo done. Frank and I went to Lefty's tattoo shop in Chula Vista to get my tattoos. Good thing they had all the designs up on the wall and I just had to choose which one I liked. I got a wing on each of my ankle for $80. Hehehe. 

I've wanting to get one since I figured I liked traveling and what better way to remind me that the world is for one's taking than two wings on my feet. We don't walk, we fly. And like what Macy Gray said: "I'm the sky baby, I'm never coming down!"

They still hurt especially because there's not much flesh in the ankle area, it should be alright though in a few days. Will post it here once I get the cover out :)

Universal

Went to Universal Studios today. Just got back. Here are some photos. Wonderful place! I'm like a kid again. Well, always been. What is it that they say, don't lose your sense of wonderment? Hehehe :) 

Mama MoMa

Second task: MoMA (Museum of Modern Art)!

MoMA is very near the hotel where we were staying so I immediately went there when I got the chance and it didn't fail me. 

Saw some VanGoghs, Picassos and Pollocks. 

This particular painting spoke to me, and I don't know why I could relate. 

Anyway, there is a yellow room there where everything looked black and white. I was a bit disoriented when I got into the room , had to get a couple of seconds to take in what was happening hahahhaha! Loved it. 

I'm wrapping up my coverage here in New York (will miss it. I think I can totally live here hheeehe). Going to San Diego and will stay there for a week. My TIta was generous enough to pay for my ticket to San Diego hehehehe. Will go back to New York though to take my original flight schedule as arranged by the office (I just moved the flight date). 

Big Apple

To get to know a city, you walk. Along its veins of roads, one can feel the heartbeat. New York is alive (compared to Washington). Got to the two of the three things I set out to do here and more. 

Last night, tired out of my wits, I decided to reward myself to a trip at a local pink bar. Looked it up on the net, marked it on my map, and off I went.

Our hotel is on Lexington Avenue on 51st St. The bar says it would be on 52nd. On the West side. So off I went, map on hand, armed only with an explorer's heart. First I backed up and looked for 50th. I don't know why I did. Turned left and was hoping, some seven blocks down, I'd find it. After three blocks I found myself on 1st Avenue. Looked up the map and found out I should've have been on the West side (I was walking towards the East side). 

I decided to go by cab, I didn't want to be tired before being drunk hehehe. Found the place finally. It's called "Therapy Bar". At the front door, they were showing their IDs. When it was my turn, I told the bar staff that I didn't have any of those IDs the others are showing because I wasn't from here. He instead just told me to show any picture ID. I said I have my office ID? Hehehe. "You're fine. You can go in," he said. 

Went it. The place is loud (compared to bars in Manila) and it looked like I came a little too late at 2sh because the comedy performance was over and all of them looked drunk already. Hehehe. So I finished 3 Coronas and went home. Walked all the way to my hotel. Passed by Broadway hehehehe. 

Task No. 1. Get drunk in New York, done!

NYSE

I'm writing from the inside of the New York Stock Exchange where the President is scheduled to ring the opening bell of the trading. Tight security yeah. This person who ushered us in told the Palace people the official in house cameraman couldn't bring the camera because the camera was too big for the trading floor. Said he couldn't move around and stuff. I butted in saying he wouldn't mind lunging that camera (no.1 it's RTVM's?). Moving around is going to be HIS problem not the NYSE people. Thing with this people is they think they could just order us around not understanding and speaking English and stuff. Duh? They finally gave in. And I'm enjoying their free Wi-fi hahahahah

New York Ranting

This is not my idea of spending my first day in New York. Arrived here at 3:30 am from a four hour drive from Washington. Almost immediately I had to voice for 24 oras. Then afterwards, write a script for News on Q and voice the story. It's 5:22 am right now and my camerman and I haven't had a decent sleep even while we were in Washington. And I have a 7:30 am coverage later. 

Where is God?

I Need Rice and Vodka

I'm experiencing my own little version of a rice crisis here. America does not have rice! Hehehehe. For the past so many days here, I've been subsisting mainly on sandwiches and hamburgers. I think I got to eat rice only twice at a Chinese restaurant called "City Subway" or something (where I got the fortune cookie written about in an earlier post).

Today I heavily multi-tasked: covering, writing stories, dubbing and converting the video, then uploading it. Made all the more challenging because I work in a different timezone. Right now it's 3:58 PM in the Philippines and it's 3:58 AM here. :(

Uploaded voice over clip for 24 oras before we went out for our super late out dinner. It was too late to find out that everything closes at 2 am in DC. Except for 7-11 where we got our dinner: a burger and a hotdog sandwich AGAIN!

Covered PGMA's meeting with Bush today. Subject of another post later. 

Lesson from A Cookie

Washington, DC -- It's funny when a cookie speaks to you. And this one perfectly made sense to me. Sometimes we don't know what we want. We think we want something and when we're finally doing it, we don't know anymore. What the cookie seems to offer as wisdom is we have to enjoy what is given to us. 

Luckily I can say that I have my freedom. I can work on the happiness part. Hehehehe.

Flying Drunk

At the airport now for my first US trip (yey!). Will cover PGMA in Washington and New York. Hopefully work will be light so I can set aside some time to take in the sights. Will meet with a friend who works as a teacher in New York. 

Three things I must do while in NY: 

1. Watch "Lion King"

2. Go to the Museum of Modern Art 

3. Get drunk in New York

Speaking of drunk, since we're leaving at 6 am and we should be at the airport two hours before, I decided not to sleep anymore and spend the night awake. Met up with Ruth at Greenbelt where I had a vodka and two San Miguel Light. Was with Alex who works as a Peace Corp volunteer in Mindoro. Ruth was with her boyfriend Peter. 

Left at 1:30 am. Was on the road to the airport shortly after. Before 3 am we were already at the airport and the check in counters for Cathay Pacific have not opened yet!!!!! The few minutes that I was early could have been another bottle of SanMig Light. Damn. Hehehehehe <<<----- drunkard. 

Transferring in Hong Kong and we're off to Uncle Sam's tralalalala land. 

Sex Video Addict?

Beware.  There is a house bill filed at the House of Representatives that seeks to punish the distribution and possession of sex video.

Hala. Hehehe. 

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Some Day

Missions in life springs when you least expect them. Maybe you have a vague idea. Maybe you have a hint. The clues may come from the things that happen to you (or don't).

Today it dawned on me. 

An art foundation for underprivileged kids. That's what I want to put up when I have all the resources I need. So that kids may be able to paint their dreams, color their hope, and live beautifully inspired -- one paintbrush at a time. 

Prodigal Love

Some may say that they have learned to sing first before they could actually talk, or dance before they could walk but I have learned to draw before I knew the colors of the rainbow. (read the rest of the entry http://blogs.gmanews.tv/joseph-morong/archives/5-Prodigal-Love.html">here.

I Am

"I'm the sky, baby, and I'm never coming down" -"get out", macy gray

The Noise Inside My (Or Our?) Head(s)

is quieted by a phrase I read on www.lookonline.com which goes: 

"There was only one Yves Saint Laurent and there will never be another. While there are talents and visionaries to be sure (and a new generation of promising torch bearers), sadly, too many of today’s ‘designers’ don’t deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as Yves, Unfortunately, some are little more than overly hyped pretty boy (or girl) posers, egocentric control freaks with no talent (emphasis mine), and blatant copycats with no original thoughts of their own (but who have at their disposal powerful publicists with lots of muscle)."

No talent.

;)

Hope Springs Eternal

So I called up CFA and learned that I'm in section Z. Joan from the secretary's office asked me to view crs online to check the schedules. I did. And now here's the problem. 

Since it's a second degree I'm taking, I would have a regular sked except that my GE subjects are credited and I'd be taking majors. There's a Tuesday-Thursday, and Wednesday-Friday schedule. Yikes. 

I hope there's a way around it.  I'm sure there is. I hope.