The Great Fudgee Complex: Almost Famous

"Look under your bed. It will set you free...
Listen to Tommy with a candle burning,
and you'll see your future."
-Anita Miller

napanood ko ang almost famous for the nth time (sa star movies naman ngayon). matagal ko nang pinaplano na panoorin uli ito, pero pinagungunahan ako ng katamaran. at sa kung anong metapisikal na kaganapan, ayun, sky cable na rin ang naghatid sa akin ng pagkakataon. hindi naman kaila sa iba kung gaano ko kamahal ang pelikulang ito. sa katunayan, pinangalanan kong doris ang kama ko, dahil dito naman ako madalas naglalakbay. para nga akong tanga habang pinapanood ko ang pelikula. siansabayan ko ang mga batuhan ng dialogues. una ko pa lamang napanood ito courtesy of mbb friends, nagdownload na ako ng script noong mga panahong gumagastos pa ako ng P30 para sa isang oras ng internet. ito ang ilang mga tagpong pamilyar ngunit patuloy pa ring kiniklala:

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Anita Miller: First it was butter, then sugar and white flour. Bacon. Eggs, bologna, rock and roll, motorcycles. Then, it was celebrating Christmas on a day in September when you knew it wouldn't be commercialized. What else are you going to ban?
Elaine Miller Honey, you want to rebel against knowledge. I'm trying to give you the Cliff's Notes on how to live life in this world. I'm a college professor. Why can't I teach my own kids? Use me.

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William Miller: I've been doing some stuff for a local underground paper, too.
Lester Bangs: What, are you like the star of your school?
William Miller: They hate me.
Lester Bangs: You'll meet them all again on their long journey to the middle.

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Penny Lane: Call me if you need a rescue, we live in the same city.
William Miller: Heh, I think I live in a different world.

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William Miller: When and where does this "real world" occur? I am really... confused here. Fuck! All these Rules And all these sayings... and nicknames...
Penny Lane: You're too sweet for rock and roll.
William Miller: Sweet? Where do you get off? Where do you get sweet? I am dark and mysterious, and I am PISSED OFF! I could be very dangerous to all of you! And you should know that about me... I am THE ENEMY!
Penny Lane: Look. You should be happy for me. You don't know what he says to me in private. Maybe it is love. As much as it can be with someone who --
William Miller: -- sold you to Humble Pie for fifty dollars and a case of beer? I was there!
(He is instantly sorry. Her world privately crumbles, but she tries to remain stoic and carefree. Wipes a tear down her cheek.)
Penny Lane:What kind of beer?

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Elaine Miller: This is not some apron-wearing mother you're talking to. I know about your Valhalla of Decadence, and I shouldn't have let him go. He is not ready for your world of compromised values, and diminished brain cells that you throw away like confetti. Am I speaking clearly to you?
Russell Hammond:Yes, ma'am.
Elaine Miller:If you break his spirit, harm him in any way, keep him from his chosen profession -- which is law, Something you may not value but I do -- you will meet the voice on the other end of this telephone. And it will not be pretty. Do we understand each other?
Russell Hammond:Yes... yes...ma'am...
Elaine Miller: I didn't ask for this role, but I'll play it. Now go do your best. "Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aide!" Goethe said that. It's not too late for you to be a person of substance.Get my son home safely, I'm glad we spoke.

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Lester Bangs: That's because we're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.
William Miller: I can really see that now.
Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start.
William Miller: I'm glad you were home.
Lester Bangs: I'm always home. I'm uncool.
William Miller: Me too!
Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world if what we share with someone else when we're uncool.

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Penny Lane: I'm never good at goodbyes.

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at sasabi nga ng mga band-aids: it's all happening!

we're captive on a carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind

sanity break.


o divine kaya mo ba ito. ehehehe. sa wakas, naghigh score na rin ako.


circle game
(joni mitchell)

Yesterday a child went out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.
Now the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came, and go round and round and round in the circle game.
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won't be long
Till you drag your feet and slow them down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

So the years spin by and now he's twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
And go round and round and round in the circle game.

the world according to lisa

walang pagkahapo. nasusugatan, pero nagpapatuloy. lumilingon pero sumusulong. gaano man kahaba ang paglalakbay. ito at marami pa ang natutunan ko sa lakbayan sa mga singkit na mata ni lisa.

si lisa na kayang pumaslang kahit nakapikit, daig si darna at ang sugo, at ang mga sangre.

grabedad: "like husks of coconut, he tears away the billion layers of his selfishness," -eman lacaba

"[ang] mga tensiyonadong tereyn ng isang peti-burges sa lungsod: nakapasok sa akademya/ nagkamal ng cultural capital/ maaring suma[sa]ma rin sa [mga] rally/ nagsusulat ng halaga ng pakikibaka/ nakikibahagi sa pakikibaka/ habang sa mga sikretong pahina ng pinakatagu-tagong kwaderno ay isinisilid ang sentro de grabedad ng panulat--ang Sarili."
-Carlos Montesa Piocos III, Introduksyon, 24/7 walang panahon

ito ang ikalawang (pathetic) attempt ko sa paglikha ng graphic design. halatang wala akong tiyaga sa detalye. parang pinagtagpi-tagpi lang. drowing ko ang mga yan mula sa na-recover kong sketch pad na nabili ko nung may stipends pa ako. ginawan ko lang ng montage ang mga sketches na kinopya ko mula sa mga cover ng libro at front page ng dyaryo. yung central image ay kinopya ko mula sa edad medya ni pete lacaba. pag nagkapanahon na ako, at sapat na ang dunong sa adobe photshop, ayusin ko ito.