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September 24th, 2007

Avenue Q Manila

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In spite of a major exam the next day, I decided to push through with watching Avenue Q: The Musical yesterday. After all, I had already paid up a thousand bucks and was feeling depressed-deprived, so I went. (Nevertheless I was perusing handouts on the way to the theatre and back, as well as the intermission...winner!)

I have fond memories of the show. Last summer of 2006, Jampao and I were rustling around New York in between concerts for Bukas Palad's US Tour. We wanted to watch a musical, but that evening was part of Easter weekend so we eventually ended up losing at manifold chance-ticket-lotteries for Wicked, Hairspray, and The 29th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. By the time we got outside the Avenue Q box office, it was closed as well; but stupendous luck came our way when a man came in and sold us his two orchestra center tickets (which he had reserved months in advance) as his wife suddenly had the ill luck to get sick. Our tickets cost us $100 each, but it was oh-so worth it, and we left the theatre all smiles. (We also saw Julia Roberts leave the stage door of her show which was playing next door, which is why I will always think of NY as the place where all fantasies come true.)

I was curious to see how well the musical would fare with a Filipino cast and audience, given its quintessential American-ness. For even while watching and later listening to the soundtrack, I'd always felt that much of the humor emanated from very local issues like race relations or the fleeting fame of  Gary Coleman (who the hell is he anyway?), so I wasn't really expecting much. How these were handled, particularly by cast , was a very pleasant surprise though. Aiza Seguerra mastered a very difficult homie-niggah accent to play the aforementioned former-fellow child star. Noel Trinidad and Frenchie Dy managed to inject their own brand of humor into their respective roles (as Rod/Trekkie Monster and Christmas Eve). And Rachel Alejandro was a delight, giving a very sensitive and tight portrayal of Kate Monster, vis a vis her bombshell second role as Lucy the Slut.

As for the material, they were completely faithful to the libretto, which I think was a good thing, given how easily Pinoy-style adaptations can corrupt the intent of a foreign work. Never mind the what-did-that-mean jokes inherent in a lot of the lines (ie. Watchoutalkinbout Willis?!), which the cast was able to downplay.; the beauty of Avenue Q Manila is that it was able to transcend these and get to the heart of what made the play a Tony winner, and transmit it to the audience. Because in the midst of laughing over how the internet is for porn and how it sucks to be them, we realize that we aren't really laughing at them and their issues, but ultimately at ourselves and the tragedy of growing up in this (as the philosopher Gabriel Marcel coins) broken world: of the various pathos of coping with loves that must always be unspoken and unrequited, toiling day-after-day in the purposeless, monotonous, and unrewarding world-of-work, and conforming to societal expectations thereby holding back the development of a genuine, authentic self.

Ultimately, what makes Avenue Q well-worth precious time and money is that for two blessed hours, it takes you away from the cares and worries of Real Life, and afterward sends you out with the strength and courage to further engage it.

September 23rd, 2007

What I Miss

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(because of Med)

going out on spontaneous gimmicks on weekends
sleep- all eight hours or more
singing with Bukas Palad
watching TV series on DVD one after the other
going to Metrowalk to buy DVDs
relaxation
my old cubicle at the English Department
weekday afternoon gimmicks
poetry
quiet and personal space during midday
lecturing on essay and research writing
Hong Kong
consultations with students
a paycheck at the middle and end of every month
getting good grades
lunch conversations with fellow teachers
a morning or afternoon of doing simply nothing
reading non-medical books
New York
borrowing Lit books from the Rizal Library
self-assurance
going to Kinema prac without handouts to read
balance
my non-med friends
late nights up (not studying)
going to ADMU faculty fora
driving around by myself
psychology

my old life.

September 9th, 2007

A Fan Once More

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This Friday I was finally able to get my hands on a copy of Bukas Palad's latest album, Hindi Kita Malilimutan. Ever since I helped out at the launch, I've been raring to listen to the songs, especially since I was unfamiliar with a lot of them. (That you'll see me listed as part of the chorus is actually a fluke since I was only able to actually record one song, since teaching and eventually pursuing medicine, forced me to realign my priorities.)

To say that it couldn't have come at a better time is an understatement because I write this in a time where it seems the limits of my endurance are being stretched to the max. Whereas a month ago I thought I was already having a difficult time adjusting to med school life, the advent of Gross (as in kadiri) Anatomy and other hard sciences (in which my preferential option for linguistic and analytic skills are useless in the face of brute memory-work) has made me realize that back then was practically vacation. That I am actually faced with the prospect of failing (if you don't believe me, ask about my first lab test) from the 4.0's I used to get in college seems to have unhinged me. My sleep time is reduced to little over half the time I used to get in college (even on weekends) and my new definition of gimik is a study session with classmates or friends at Bo's Katipunan or Starbucks Temple Drive. I also miss my non-med friends and feel sort of guilty as well, because even if I still see them (since I still sing with them in Kinema) I'm not much fun since lull moments have to be used for rereading notes or practicing bone and muscle recognition with my McMinn's Atlas of Human Anatomy. Moreover, I have the feeling that I am not on top of my emotions and actions, expending a lot of energy trying to stop myself (sometimes unsuccessfully) from having childish tantrums from the littlest things, such as when my mom suddenly decided to schedule a Friday night family dinner or when I realized that I lost my set of readings and transcription notes out of mindlessness. There are times that I feel I need to cry for no special reason except to release all the energy building up in my system. To make a long exposition short, life's not easy right now.

In any case, listening to the songs (while studying, by the way), has at least allowed for some moments to allow myself to be overcome by emotion and release all the tension that has slowly been building up inside me. There are songs in particular which speak to me and the many moments of present life- being overburdened, tired, and sometimes, lonely as well. That their messages do not just emphatize (in terms of universalized human experience) but reassure me that (to steal some lyrics) in this restless world there will come a time for healing and mending, thanks to someone who is constantly at my side, never forgets, and whose love, without which everything is useless, endures forevermore. (6 songs yan, count' em!) And for all this I go back  to being Bukas Palad's biggest fan, giving thanks for that beautiful sound and that who inspires it.
 

July 17th, 2007

Perchance to dream

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(I' ve decided I wanna force myself to write about something whenever I have the time, however inane it may be. Anyway)

Today is the second day of actually getting into the real meat of medicine proper (the hard sciences). I’m worried however, because I noticed that I’m developing a scary tendency to fall asleep in the middle of lectures. For despite valiant efforts to keep myself awake: Extra Joss, eating sour fruit and walnuts, and pinching the underside of my arm, I still managed to zonk out during the lecture on Carbohydrates in the morning and Proteins in the afternoon. Not to mention Cellular Structures yesterday, despite a very erudite and awe-inspiring lecturer. This is particularly jarring since I have always considered myself as academically conscientious, and yes, successful, so this kind of behavior really seems to be setting me up for a fall Several possible reasons present themselves but ultimately it's a matter of adjustment. From the Ateneo undergraduate system where I used to sit in classes around 3-4 hours a day to a whopping 8-hour stretch. From fun stuff like Philosophy and the Social Sciences to the dreary dudgeon of cold hard Science. From being a teacher and having charge of the classroom to being a student at the mercy of one's professor. From 8-9 to 5.5-6 hours of sleep.

I know that I'm going to get the hang of it eventually, but since time is of the essence, my body had better learn to get with the program fast.

 

July 14th, 2007

Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix

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It won it!

June 25th, 2007

Eezy

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Muntik akong makasagasa ng tao kanina. Sa Ateneo. University Road. Tapat ng Cornfield.

Daldal kasi ng daldal. Di tumitingin sa daan.

Ayan tuloy.

June 21st, 2007

Summer Reading

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This last summer of freedom has sort of pressured me into trying to read as much books as I can (books here defined as non-medical texts, which I am sure I will have to peruse and internalize until their content is literally bursting out of my ears). And while I may not have reached Jessica Zafra's quota of a book for week, I guess I'd have to say I'm pretty pleased with my haul:

The Romanov Prophecy by Steve Berry
Offers a new insight (or probably rehashed conspiracy theories) on the fate of Anastasia & Co. Very entertaining. Dan Brown with more weight and substance.

On Love by Zadie Smith
A tale of 2 families, both rooted in academia but polar opposites in terms of artistic ideology as well as family and racial dynamics. It's supposedly offers deep insights into the new ways families and people relate to each other. But I guess you'd have to be from a Western context to fully appreciate what this novel has to offer.

The Third Secret by Steve Berry
Berry's foray into the secrets of the Fatima prophecies. This book is more suspiciously reminiscent of Brown's Angels and Demons, being set in the halls of Vatican piety and intrigue, but less annoying.

The Romantic Movement by Alain de Botton
Part-fiction, part-essay- contains reflections on each stage of falling love based on a fictional heroine, Alice. Very wry and sardonic, as well as very intelligent musings that can only come from an interdisciplinarian like de Botton.

Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl
In terms of the story, this follows a typical atypical plot twister following the daughter of a brilliant genius, and his father the brilliant genius. Part-coming-of-age tale and part-mystery, the book's real strength is how Pessl takes language to new twists and turns. Good exercise for the mind.

Wicked! by Jilly Cooper
My book of choice for the summer, not to be confused with Maguire's classic (which inspired the Broadway musical), this delves into Britain's secondary school system. In true Cooper style, this contains an ensemble cast of hundreds, seamless shifts to numerous points-of-view (quite unique for a novel nowadays), and endless high-jinks. So breathtaking, I had to look up the rest!

Appassionata by Jilly Cooper
This time follows the travails of a symphony orchestra in England. More of the trademark stuff above- this book is so entertaining I read 900 pages in 2 days.

Pandora by Jilly Cooper
This one follows the world of visual arts and painting galleries. Less grandiose in proportion (focuses on a particular family, the Belvedons) but no less pleasurable

Trick of the Eye by Jane Stanton Hitchcock
Psychological suspense and murder mystery, engaging enough, but I liked Hitchcock's Social Crimes better.

Twisted Travels by Jessica Zafra
Z's latest in her Twisted series. Spans Asia, Europe, and the United States. The only nonfiction book in my list but reading her is half-about-the-place and half-about-her-in-the-place so it's strong in narrative. Thanks to the clarity of her pen, reading her is effortless. Only beef is that it's really thin and set in a big typeface so I read it in about two sittings. Oh well, nothing wrong with easy money.

Chapel Noir by Carole Nelson Douglas
An unexpected addition to her Irene (the woman sleuth who is the only one to ever outwit Sherlock Holmes) series, this follows an investigation into Jack the Ripper-like murders being commited in Paris at the centenary of its Revolution. It strives and succeeds at being atmospheric and reminiscent of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but I fear at the expense of pacing. Still good, though.

There! Haha apparently I've read more than I thought. Too bad I won't have time in July to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. Or will I be powerless to resist?!


Dance till you're dizzy

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I've never been a fan of exercise. Sure, for the past four years I've made many attempts to begin a regular exercise program at the gym. But inevitably, a few weeks, or if I'm especially motivated a month hence, my usual propensity for physical idleness reexerts itself and I'm back on the couch watching pirated DVDs or hiding behind the convenient excuse of too much work. 

But recently, thankfully, all this changed as I discovered a propensity for dance. Not professionally, or even on the level of CADS, but simply going to regular dance-cercise programs at Fitness First. I'd already been a member of this particular health club for a few weeks after switching allegiances from Moro, but the usual grind of cardio-weight machines had begun to bore me again. Thankfully, Anj invited me to join him in one of the morning classes at the Block branch. From then on, I was hooked.

I'd always enjoyed the opportunity to shake that groove thing whenever he had such numbers back when I was a member of Dulaang Sibol, and recently in concerts with Kinema and Bukas Palad. The few times I've been able to go clubbing with friends were also chances for these, but sadly they've been few and far between. I've been fortunate to have many outlet for my passion for making music thanks to my choirs, but it's a different (not necessarily better, just unique) experience to actually move one's body to music. FF BodyJam and occassionally, RetroGroove classes have given me the opportunity to indulge in this on a daily basis- and I mean daily. Particularly in this transition period while I await the opening of school and all my friends are basically busy with their own lives, these sessions have become the highlight of my days, and it's come to the point where I usually do a back-to-back with BodyCombat (a combination tae-bo-martial-arts-fitness class), BodyPump (weights but done as a group), and whatever interesting class is happening that day.

I really don't have any particular reason why I want to write about this, except maybe it's the endorphins acting up as I take a breather after my 5:30 Jam class in FF Eastwood. But looks like I've gotta cut this short. It's 7:30 and RetroGroove awaits!

June 13th, 2007

Ngwerk

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Postponed ang class opening namin from June 18 to June 2.

While this does mean extra time for vacation, and reduces the hassle of first-month-of-classes traffic in the Metro, I'm frustrated since I've been mentally preparing myself for this day. It doesn't help that the announcement comes so late in the day. Hay, one more reason for my parents to harp on about the wisdom of going to UST.

At least it's less likely that I get killed by some piece of falling debris going to school. Pero hassle pa rin!

June 8th, 2007

My Person, Dissected

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Amazing how this MBTI-type description fits me like a glove. (I=introverted, N=intuitive, F=feeling, J=judging) :

As an INFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you take things in primarily via intuition. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit with your personal value system.

INFJs are gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. Artistic and creative, they live in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. Only one percent of the population has an INFJ Personality Type, making it the most rare of all the types.

INFJs place great importance on havings things orderly and systematic in their outer world. They put a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly define and re-define the priorities in their lives. On the other hand, INFJs operate within themselves on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. They are usually right, and they usually know it. Consequently, INFJs put a tremendous amount of faith into their instincts and intuitions. This is something of a conflict between the inner and outer worlds, and may result in the INFJ not being as organized as other Judging types tend to be. Or we may see some signs of disarray in an otherwise orderly tendency, such as a consistently messy desk.

INFJs have uncanny insight into people and situations. They get "feelings" about things and intuitively understand them. As an extreme example, some INFJs report experiences of a psychic nature, such as getting strong feelings about there being a problem with a loved one, and discovering later that they were in a car accident. This is the sort of thing that other types may scorn and scoff at, and the INFJ themself does not really understand their intuition at a level which can be verbalized. Consequently, most INFJs are protective of their inner selves, sharing only what they choose to share when they choose to share it. They are deep, complex individuals, who are quite private and typically difficult to understand. INFJs hold back part of themselves, and can be secretive.

But the INFJ is as genuinely warm as they are complex. INFJs hold a special place in the heart of people who they are close to, who are able to see their special gifts and depth of caring. INFJs are concerned for people's feelings, and try to be gentle to avoid hurting anyone. They are very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful INFJ into a state of agitation or charged anger. They may tend to internalize conflict into their bodies, and experience health problems when under a lot of stress.

Because the INFJ has such strong intuitive capabilities, they trust their own instincts above all else. This may result in an INFJ stubborness and tendency to ignore other people's opinions. They believe that they're right. On the other hand, INFJ is a perfectionist who doubts that they are living up to their full potential. INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them. They believe in constant growth, and don't often take time to revel in their accomplishments. They have strong value systems, and need to live their lives in accordance with what they feel is right. In deference to the Feeling aspect of their personalities, INFJs are in some ways gentle and easy going. Conversely, they have very high expectations of themselves, and frequently of their families. They don't believe in compromising their ideals.

INFJ is a natural nurturer; patient, devoted and protective. They make loving parents and usually have strong bonds with their offspring. They have high expectations of their children, and push them to be the best that they can be. This can sometimes manifest itself in the INFJ being hard-nosed and stubborn. But generally, children of an INFJ get devoted and sincere parental guidance, combined with deep caring.

In the workplace, the INFJ usually shows up in areas where they can be creative and somewhat independent. They have a natural affinity for art, and many excel in the sciences, where they make use of their intuition. INFJs can also be found in service-oriented professions. They are not good at dealing with minutia or very detailed tasks. The INFJ will either avoid such things, or else go to the other extreme and become enveloped in the details to the extent that they can no longer see the big picture. An INFJ who has gone the route of becoming meticulous about details may be highly critical of other individuals who are not.

The INFJ individual is gifted in ways that other types are not. Life is not necessarily easy for the INFJ, but they are capable of great depth of feeling and personal achievement. 

(Whatta clincher!)

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