The first time the first book in the Harry Potter series came out back in high school, I snobbed it. I totally skipped the series until the fourth year of my college life.
I skipped the book back when it first came out because I was protesting against non-readers. The high school student that I was, I felt aghast that people who never read a book, who didn’t lift a page of their schoolbooks were suddenly reading because it’s the “in” thing to do. I felt as though they were just doing it for the sake of appearances. For a kid who grew up as a reader, I felt insulted. I don’t want to be mixed with these so-called readers.
Fastforward to college. As part of our Comparative Literature electives, I signed up for a Children’s Lit class. I knew the HP book would pop up and it did. Our professor required us to read the first book and I did. And since then, there was no turning back.
I still haven’t read the last book though. I know I should. About time to put a proper closure to my high school sillyness.
I’m a big fan of big cities. I love being in a melting pot and being exposed to so many different ideas, beliefs, cultures, etc. I love being exposed to this myriad of choices because that’s when I get to know and understand myself more, the more I get to grow.
In my head, I dream of Guggenheim and Ratatat, of MOMA and those shops in Tribeca that sell postcards, of cafes in SoHo, of hanging out at Washington Square… But there’s more to NYC than just that.
I finished scanning “Sex and the City: Kiss and Tell” a minute ago and that was the only time I understood my love for New York City. As what Darren Star, SATC creator, mentioned – being in NYC gives one a “down-the-rabbit-hole kind of feeling.” The city does make one feel like life is one great adventure – every new day welcomes you with a big bang, a never ending surprise, a whole world full of discoveries.
If a man gets bored in NYC, it isn’t because there’s a problem with the city but because there‘s a big problem with that man.
I grew up watching Friends. I can still remember tuning in to ABC 5, which was just a new channel then and regularly tuning in to the show every week.
It’s funny how I don’t have just one favorite from among the characters. I do remember getting annoyed with Phoebe a lot but eventually I came to love them as one hilarious bunch.
Now, whenever I come home from work I sometime channel surf and end up watching a couple of old episodes. I realize - one can never tire of watching them. I still find the episodes as funny as before, and yes I’ve become immune to Phoebe’s annoying quirks. ;)
A thousand years ago, we were asked to make an autobiographical meme (or something to that effect) in CW 198 (Online Writing) under Sir Paolo Manalo. I ended up with this:
Who are you in Rizal’s Noli/Fili?
Una sa lahat, ikaw ay isang matalik na kaibigang maaasahan pagdating sa mga sikreto at sa panahon ng pangangailangan!
Ikaw ay masayahin, pala-tawa, madaldal, maloko, palaisip at nagnanais magpasaya sa tuwina.
Meron kang mga masasayahing mga mata at bungisngis na tawa! Ang iyong kakulitan ay dala-dala mo kahit saan kaya naman di mapigilan ng mga nakatatanda na kuritin ka bilang pagpapaalala. Napipilitan kang ikunot ang iyong kilay sa tuwing gagawin ito sa iyo ngunit ito’y panandalian lamang sapagkat muling bumabalik ang iyong natural na pagkamasayahin!
Makalipas ang mahabang panahon, bumilog ka na’t nakapag-asawa ay tuloy-tuloy pa rin ang iyong kakulitan at di pa rin mawawala ang mga kurot ng iyong inay upang ika’y paalalahanan.
Sa tatlong salita, ikaw ay mabait, tapat at mapagmahal.
Si Sinang ay matatagpuan sa Noli at sa Fili.
Siya ay anak ni Kapitan Basilio at Kapitana Tina. Siya rin ay pinsan at matalik na kaibigan ni Maria Clara. Hindi siya pinalaki at pinag-aral sa kumbento gaya ni Maria Clara kaya’t magkaibang-magkaiba ang personalidad at kilos nila.
Ayon sa mga libro, binase siya ni Rizal kay Ferdinand Magellan - ops, joke lang! Kay Ferdinand Blumentritt pala na matalik na kaibigan ni Rizal sa tunay na buhay.
Nobody ever remembers the playful Sinang but I would choose to be her than Maria Clara any day.
Everyone is bound to fall in love with Max. Who wouldn’t? I found it easy to relate to Max because I grew up an only kid. For seven years, I managed on my own - I played with my dolls, I had a lot of made-up friends and never did I ever encounter a conflict. Until the time my parents worried and thought it might be better for me to have a sibling after all.
When I first thought of coming up with the list of things I love, I knew what my first entry would be. I put up the site I named after Alanis’ Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie and well, my first entry was Wicked. It was in 2005, and I was still hung up on the Broadway cast’s original recording. This is part of what I wrote:
Wicked is truly love.
I first heard about the musical while I was surfing for Sarah Jessica Parker pics sometime around Halloween 2003. I ended up reading (and blogging) about the news of her attending the premiere of Wicked, “a new musical in Broadway” where—
“long before Dorothy drops in, two other girls meet in the land of Oz. One, born with emerald-green skin, is smart, fiery and misunderstood. The other is beautiful, ambitious and very popular. Wicked tells the story of their remarkable odyssey, how these two unlikely friends grow to become the Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda the Good Witch.”
Right there and then, the story got me hooked and made me want to watch it!
Of course I knew then that I would be able to watch it since I already had summer plans of visiting my aunt who’s based in New Jersey and works in New York - and knowing this even made me all the more excited!
By the end of my summer trip back in 2004, I’ve watched Wicked with its original Broadway cast, been addicted to Elphaba and the songs (especially Popular and Defying Gravity), and dearly wanted all things Oz!
I can still remember the grandness of it all - both the play and my then infatuation. I miss all things green and all things Glindafied.
But most of all, I miss the most wicked thing of all: my Wizard of Oz pop-up book.
My parents were big fans of Jaworski and the rest of Ginebra. I grew up cheering for Purefoods with my two uncles. I cried whenever my team lost to Tim Cone’s Alaska. I hated Johnny A. because he was just too good and Bong Hawkins because he was such a tough defender - especially when it comes to guarding my favorite, The Captain.
I never thought of working for the league but it was definitely the most fun job I’ve ever had. Everything changed - for me atleast - after my stint with the production team of the PBA. I’ve grown to know the league and the people behind it - not just the players and the coaches, but how part of it works.
It was rewarding to be part of something that means a lot to a number of Filipinos. The league isn’t as popular as it was before although I wish it could be.
It was always an amazing sight to have the entire Araneta Coliseum crowd thumping and cheering for their teams. It was a rewarding, multi-sensory experience that goes beyond the cheers.
To me, it’s not just a basketball game. It’s about that crazy, fun and more importantly, tough Filipino spirit. And when I say tough, I mean Jawo-tough…if you know what I mean. ;)
I was in fifth grade when I remember my first encounter with them. I enjoyed watching their videos on MTV and singing along to their songs. I still remember that time when they guested on MTV (Asia) Hanging Out, doing an a cappella of White Room. They were so lovely to listen to, even more so live.
Looking back, I realize that since then, their songs never left my playlist. Their music still sounds refreshing to me - something I wouldn’t easily tire of listening to.
I could never forget her style. One flip of the magazine page, a single look at an artwork - I instantly know its hers. Growing up, I would flip through my dad’s Time Magazine (or Newsweek or was it something else?) and naturally, I would skip the serious parts. I would always be magnetized to parts which have colorful illustrations that jump from the page. Naturally, these would come with a name on the side:
I would never forget her caricature of Bjork in her swan dress. Classic Bjork, classic Kirsten Ulve. :)
I remember going with a great sense of anticipation to each new Stanley Kubrick film and thinking, “Can he pull it off and amaze me again?” And he always did. The lesson I learnt from Kubrick was, “Never do the same thing twice.”