nung masiraan ng bait ang manunulat

Minsan naiisip ko medyo baliw nga ako. Kasi nung nabalitaan kong namatay si Heath Ledger, tinawag ko ang kaluluwa niya. Sabi ko, ‘Tol, dito ka na lang tumambay kasama ko.’ Naglalaro kasi ang ideya sa utak ko, na pwede ko siya maging musa. Matalino naman yun eh. Bukod dun,crush ko siya nung mga panahong siya si Patrick Verona. Ewan ko ah, pero seryoso talaga ako when I tried to summon his spirit–kasi malamang he was at an unrest sa mga panahong yun.Naisip ko baka malungkot siya.Naisip ko pwede ako maging ‘medium,’ kakausapin ko si Matilda para di siya malungkot. Pagkakataon ko na din na masabi kay Michelle Williams na ayaw ko kay Jen, dahil ang debosyon ko ay para kay Joey Potter lamang. Pero, marahil, hindi ko rin sabihin yon. Nagluluksa pa siya eh.

Nung pinaniwala ko ang sarili kong posible ngang rumesponde siya, naisip ko yung mga pelikula kung saan nakikipag-usap sa ghost yung bida. Mukha silang tanga. Para silang baliw. Sabi ko, ok yun ah. Ok sakin yun. Alam mo kung bakit ok? Kasi sampu sa mga taong nakapalibot sa’yo, dadalawa lang yung may kwentang kausap. 

Mr. Cobb I Think I Need Your Services

There has been a general shortage of literary brainfarts.
Mr. Cobb, I need you to teach me how to guard my subconscious.

Meet me after midnight.

[I have this theory that someone has been stealing from me].
Let’s catch the motherfucker.

me, myself & my alters

Dear Nikola

My Darling Mr. Tesla,

If fate (or the science of time) had permitted it; if I had lived in the same century as yours, I would’ve been glad to walk with you — three times around the block — before entering a building. Leave it to me to ensure that they give you a room with a number divisible by three. Do not worry, I abhor pearl earrings & have no penchant for jewelry altogether. I respect your celibacy. That is perfectly fine by me.We can take a stroll & summon the pigeons.

Your happiness is my mirth.

Sincerely,

~ x ~

from Paris with love

Today I was thinking of a perfume I once had back in elementary. It was a present from Tita Fe (who was then in Paris), at a time when the post office could be trusted with little packages from Europe. I couldn’t remember the name but only knew that it sounded like Shelfari — the social networking site for bookworms. (and yes, I have an account).

So Mr. Google sorted it out for me.The scent is now discontinued, though.

I wish I had kept the bottle. The cap in this image is different, mine was clear & had the same color as the liquid. How precious it would be to still have it! Oh well. Moving houses, and Reming& whatever else… I’m bound to lose my Agatha Christies, the liquor & perfume bottles we sort of collected…

I might start a new collection: a poker chip from Macau (Miss Catie); a Phone box magnet from U.K. (Miss Donna); the team keychain from Invensys UK, the ‘Catherine’ keychain from Veto. . . Woah I feel much better despite the loss:

inceptiō | inceptus | incipere

I have taken the precaution of not reading too much speculative reviews on Inception. Since the first glimpse of its brief teaser trailer last year, the anticipation just gnawed at me, as I believe, with the rest of the world.

From the last quarter of ‘09 until last Friday, when Inception was released internationally on conventional & IMAX theatres, movie sites have been buzzing unceasingly about this Nolan film which took around eight years to put together. The principal photography began June 2009 & was finished in November of the same year; however Nolan pitched the idea to WB soon after his 2002 film Insomnia.

Inception opens with impressive prosthetics on an aged Ken Watanabe (who plays Saito). This is part of a scene on the last quarter of the film’s run. The idea is extremely novel, and that adds up to the film’s prestige. The first scenes show Dom Cobb (DiCaprio) and his team as they fail on an extraction job involving Saito (Watanabe); the latter reveals later that he was aware of the dream & the intended extraction because it was all an ‘audition’ for another more convoluted job: Inception.

Saito wants them to plant an idea unto Robert Fischer’s (Cillian Murphy) head that would cause the downfall of Maurice Fischer’s (Robert’s father) empire. Saito & Fischer are corporate rivals.

The third dream level was on a snowy mountain fortress and would reveal the ‘idea’ to Fischer.

  

All the while, Cobb was torn between keeping his dead wife’s memory alive & fighting to get back to his children. This struggle was not known to his team, save for Ariadne, who dared go into Cobb’s subconscious one evening while they were preparing for the ‘anti-heist.’ Mal (Marion Cotillard) is The Shade, a figure constantly interfering in Cobb’s dream state, compromising their mission. And she does, on the third dream level, as Fischer was just about to enter the code & find out the contents of the vault. Mal takes Fischer into her ‘world.’

Ariadne, The Architect (Ellen Page) & Cobb are forced to go another level deeper, deviating from the plan. Here, Ariadne successfully retrieves the subject of inception –Fischer; and Cobb was able to finally let Mal go. It is revealed to us that Cobb believed inception was possible, because he had first-hand experience. The Shade was always in his dreams because it was his guilt eating at him for causing confusion which ultimately led to Mal’s suicide.

Almost three quarters of the film, which runs 148 minutes in total, are spent in the dream world. The sequences are so engrossing you might forget the reality that they are all, in fact, just inside a semi-private plane snoozing. The film has us holding our breaths as we fear for their ‘lives.’ The suspense was at its height when their dreamselves needed to be woken up from the bottom level so that consequently, they can be awakened from slumber in the real world.

Notable scenes that had me awestruck were the zero gravity scenes with Joseph Gordon-Levitt grappling the ‘projections’ in the hotel corridors, and him bundling up the unconscious team members and loading them into the elevators to ensure ‘the kick’ with the aid of explosives.

The part where Cobb introduces Ariadne to the dream world–the scenes offered in the teaser trailer–where she pondered on altering the physics of it; is another object for praise. Nolan has succeeded in presenting us with something so impossible and magnificent, it may well be the first time we’ve beheld such beauty in an otherwise frightening scenario.

In true Nolan fashion, he leaves the fate of Dom Cobb on our hands. Did the top cease spinning? Was he on a different realm or on the real world, when finally he was reunited with his children?

Inception has defied physics and challenges the dimensions of the world as we know it, and the vortex that is our subconscious. It will go down in time as one of the best in conceptual, directorial & visual aspects; thus, the LA Times has dubbed it ‘Hollywood’s first existential heist movie.’

In a nutshell: it is revolutionary. Its novelty should earn Nolan the Oscar his genius so dexterously attracts.

*See posts below for Inception posters, billboards & character posters*

The dream is real.

Your mind is the scene of the crime

Inception 3D posters on NY apartment bldgs~

hey

Happy birthday Veto®

.: coordinates :.

I found myself in the pantry, standing by the clear glass windows. The building faced a major road, and cars’ hoods glinted in the afternoon sun. A flyover ran right above that road. From where I stood cars were but toys, and people were minute, agile ants, harrassed by the heat of the pavement. All this I was seeing from my office window. The view was almost blocked by the trees, and then I felt the world mocking me…as I stood there inside, looking at the swaying of the trees. I felt as if I was only entitled to look at its beauty; to look at it but never to feel the breeze that made them dance. To gaze outside and see the sky, the roads crossing, the branches submitting to the wind, to look & behold all that glory, but never to dance amongst it.

I had to take leave.

what I’ve been doin’ at work

what I’ve been doin’/reading at work—

Agatha Christie | The Secret Adversary

In the meantime, the Young Adventurers were sitting bolt upright, very stiff and ill at ease, in a taxi which, with a singular lack of originality, was also returning to the Ritz via Regent’s Park.

“And a damned good sport too,” said Tommy.