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Riding on the high brought by having just seen Into The Woods in its entirety, I’m wishing everyone a very merry Christmas. I don’t know where you are, but here the night of December 24 is crucial. I’ll be home for the countdown to midnight. :)

This year’s coming to a close, the speed of everything surprising as always. Wishes for 2009: more songs, more stories (yesterday I received word from Free Press that they’re going to publish my short story next week, hooraaaay) (and I finally found the time to read Richard Price’s Clockers) – who would wish for sad times? But if they do come, I hope they’re not too destructive. I hope they’re malleable, and gentle – of the kind that can leave you with enough energy to turn them into something beautiful.

Here’s Part 1 of the Prologue of Into the Woods. Next: Once On This Island. :D Haha.

party! raffle prizes! salted eggs!

I still don’t know where the eggs came from.

eggs good for probably a year
eggs good for probably a year

Sir Chito (Libre Ed in Chief, party host): Maaari bang unahin na nating i-raffle ‘yung mga itlog na maalat? Para silang masamang panaginip. [Later] Wala nang itlog na maalat!

Inquirer Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *dancing and revelry*

Much good that did for me, I still came home empty-handed. Oo, kahit itlog na maalat di ko pa napanalunan.

But at least I got this, a shot that had to be taken since Kate and Ruthie were all glammed up:

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More pictures at my Multiply, including the make-up session with Armin. :)

(First photo from Irene’s cam. [Or Fran’s]. Thanks! I was so overwhelmed by the eggs I failed to take a picture of them.)

research: we real cool.

So cool we had our Christmas party at noon yesterday with no parlor games whatsoever. We’re still in the process of attaining the EPA party’s level of coolness (they had an Adverb Charade – try acting out “uneasily”, or, better yet, “surreptitiously”, or better better yet, “felicitously”), which in my humble opinion is just off the charts.

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I left the party with a box of chocolates, two kilos of rice (don’t ask), and a bottle of peppermint shower gel courtesy of Ate Cy (she also took the above photo). I’ll upload my own pictures at my Multiply page. :D (EDIT: Uploaded!)

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Try typing Faceboook.com on your browser. (Grabe na lang ang mga discoveries ni Lawrence.) Don’t forget the extra ‘o’. Very, very clever. :)

Even in his free time Lawrence is productive. No, no complaint there, or sarcasm. One time when my hands were free and everyone else was busy churning out write-ups, I sent out Fucklings. (That sentence was poorly/perversely constructed.) (Hey, two more words for the Adverb Charade!)

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Merry Xmas, all. :)

‘either I’m nobody, or I’m a nation’

waoFinished reading the novel over the weekend. Entered the book blind, only knew it has won the Pulitzer and that Jake’s been dogging me months ago to buy it but I didn’t because I couldn’t afford the hardcover. Thought “Oscar Wao” is a child and the novel’s a coming-of-age story. I suppose it is. But it’s more. Much, much, much more. I would like to summarize the novel and give at least a coherent book review but I know I’ll just end up sounding like the blurbs (“…deliciously casual and vibrant…” “[a] kick-ass [and truly, that is just the word for it] work of modern fiction” “…at times expertly stunning us with heart-stabbing sentences…” “a splendid portrait of ordinary folks set against the extraordinarily cruel history of the Dominican Republic in the twentieth century”).

What else can I offer? It reads like A Hundred Years of Solitude (family tree, curse, magical realism) as narrated by Kanye West. Or possibly Chris Rock doing stand-up. (“Players: never never never fuck with a bitch named Awilda. Because when she awildas out on your ass you’ll know pain for real.”) Just consider the way he describes their horrible dictator Trujillo: a personaje so outlandish, so perverse, so dreadful that not even a sci-fi writer could have made his ass up. Just consider the way he describes Trujillo’s assassination: the escopeta wielded by Antonio de la Maza…goes boo-ya!

Man, I’d like to see those words used in a history book. Boo-ya. And ass. Heh.

So you don’t know Trujillo. Yeah, me too (I checked the encyclopedia – yes, I did, Volume D, “Dominican Republic” – but the article just skirted over the details of his dictatorship). And the narrator knows about your non-knowledge too, beginning his Trujillo crash-course with: For those of you who missed your mandatory two seconds of Dominican history. Perhaps with bitterness. Perhaps with resignation.

It’s about Trujillo, it’s about Oscar and his family, it’s about a raped country, it’s about diaspora, it’s about hating where you came from and not particularly liking where you ended up in, and yet dealing with it, just dealing with it, and how hard that is. This line just killed me: Ten million Trujillos is all we are.

Everybody should read this goddamn book.

Note: Title of entry from one of the novel’s two epigraphs (The Schooner “Flight” by Derek Walcott). The other epigraph came from Fantastic Four. Now figure that one out. :)

Photo credit: Redpen

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This year’s mantra is (all together now) WE NEED TO SAVE MONEY. But the company still threw a party on Tuesday. As scheduled. (Hey, it’s the anniversary – there has got to be a party.)

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Every year, the Big Bosses buy trinkets from NGOs to be given as gifts to the employees. This year, they bought angels. I appreciate this more than last year’s Christmas ball/deadly weapon.

(You hypocrite. Just say you loved the enclosed donut coupon.)

Oh, and it also came with a donut coupon. Almost threw the envelope away, the angel was so enthralling.

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Ang sama mo. Cute naman talaga e.

Anyway, the party. Yes. Earlier that day, Armin dropped by the department to show off his ferosh footwear.

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Which turned out to be more ferosh with the pink top and the make-up.

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A certain celebrity guest appeared to be a snob. Or in a hurry. Disappeared before anyone could even say, “Kuya, meron kang career?”

Some were gracious enough to pose for pics:

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Emman for the win, hehe. :D

Highlights: two reporters’ rendition of “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, the disturbingly tight spandex of Freddie Mercury, Christmas songs courtesy of the InCHOIRer (pun, pun, pun) and Erika tugging Certain Celebrity’s shirt sleeve and being ignored. (Sabi nga ni Princess, “Kala mo kay gwapo.”)

Next year ulit. :D

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subtext

Smart people talk about ideas, and so on and so forth.

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[1:44 PM] <lawrence> you will love the lyrics of DECODE – yung OST ng Twilight
[1:44 PM] How did we get here When I used to know you so well But how did we get here I think I know The truth is hiding in your eyes and its hanging on your tongue Just boiling in my blood but you think that I cant see What kind of man that you are, if you’re a man at all Well I will figure this one out on my own
[1:46 PM] <lawrence> yan ang kanta ng mga gf na may naamoy sa bf nila
[1:46 PM] <eliza> HAHAHAHAH gusto ko yan
[1:47 PM] <eliza> What kind of man that you are, if you’re a man at all
[1:47 PM] <lawrence> at si ate, sabi,”I will figure this one out on my own.” yon. investigation.
[1:47 PM] <lawrence> ahahahhahaha
[1:47 PM] <eliza> bakla ka talaga lawrence

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[11:54 AM] <eliza> ‘Dream Match calls for KO win’
Manny: I’ll give my best
By Francis T.J. Ochoa, Assistant Sports Editor
LAS VEGAS—FIVE YEARS AFTER THEY FIRST CAUGHT A SIGNIFIcant glimpse of each other, Manny Pacquiao and Oscar De La Hoya found themselves in the center of a whirlwind, caught in a moment none of them ever dreamed would happen.
[11:54 AM] <eliza> ang Tagalog pocketbooks/telenovela/historical romance lang
[11:55 AM] <kate> ay nako si cois lumalabas ang reading list.

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[2:14 PM] <schatz> sabi ni roach re pacquiao
[2:14 PM] <schatz> “He’s so tight,” Roach said. “I’ve never seen a fighter who is so experienced so tight before a fight.”

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Later: Lawrence is writing a profile on Pacquiao –
[6:35 PM] <eliza> at nandyan ka pa pala
[6:35 PM] <lawrence> waaaaah
[6:36 PM] <lawrence> tapusin ko ang pacquiao na ito
[6:36 PM] <eliza> lagay mo nga he’s tight. pampahaba din yun.
[6:36 PM] <eliza> WOW that sounded wrong
[6:36 PM] <lawrence> waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
[6:36 PM] <lawrence> mommmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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Other times we talk about politics. The US financial crisis. Whether Nate and Jenny should end up together. Heavy stuff.

this movie has bled to death

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Watched Twilight, thanks to a friend’s gift of a cinema pass. And was I glad I didn’t cough up more than a hundred pesos for this piece of crap.

Okay, so maybe I’m being too harsh, and anyway, I’m not included in the movie’s target audience (i.e. “16-year-old girls and their grandmothers,” according to Roger Ebert, because “[t]heir mothers know all too much about boys like this”). But see, my sister who has read (and loved) the book hated the movie adaptation. So there.

Movie bored the hell out of me. Twilight itself seem to have been bitten by a vampire – the scenery is lush and green and alive, but everything else (dialogue, characters, plot) seems sucked dry and dead. Thank goodness for the grass, right? And the flowers, and the sunset.

Lifeless. And lame. The jokes are unfunny and awkward. The story feels choppy, too. There seems to be no progression, no flow, just a jump from one scene to another, a rehash of the book’s dialogues that are awkward to begin with (The word “irrevocably” sticks out. And what to do with the lines “Your hands are pale-white and ice-cold” and “You are my life now” ?). The Cullens look more anemic (throw them some white gloves and they’re mime actors) than otherworldly. Baseball game, cheesy. Even cheesier confrontation between the Cullens and the three outsiders (The CUs of the eyes reminded me of the card game scene in The Parent Trap).

The fight scenes/tearjerker scenes didn’t make me feel anything because nothing felt to be at stake.

And god, what a school. If I were Bella I’d be scared of what I got myself into. The students seem brain-damaged. (“Look, Bella, it’s a worm, it’s a wooooooorm.”) The one teacher that is shown is over-the-top-cheery and hence, annoying. Now, don’t tell me that’s the point. Okay, I get it, let’s highlight Bella’s alienation but come on. Boring, even small-town-boring (and over-the-top-cheery) can be presented in entertaining ways (wit wit wit) – this is Hollywood!

Yes, wit. I came into the cinema hoping for at least a small amount of wit (knowing I won’t buy the supposedly kilig scenes) and didn’t get any. The conversations feel forced for some reason. (The “You’re an independent woman” bit made me cringe.) The running gag on the pepper spray elicited a few chuckles from me (mainly because there’s a father accompanying his daughter in my row and he’s laughing like there’s no tomorrow – cute and he reminded me of my father and i love et) but that’s about it.

Forks (or wherever this movie was shot) appears to be such a gorgeous place. The movie could have been more stylish, more (say it) artistic.

But then, Twilight doesn’t exactly want to go in that direction, does it. The movie, with its use of songs by Muse and Radiohead, and the cars and Edward Cullen in cool shades, wants to be hip. It doesn’t quite get there, either.

A shame.

Photo Credit: LATimes.com