'Tis My Favourite Film of Late

This film was inspired by Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. In this Shakespearean comedy, there is a fairy named Puck who in in possession of a magical juice which when applied to a person's eye lids, makes the subject fall in love with the first person he or she sees.


In the film, the main lead is a gay teen who plays this fairy in a school musical, and makes this magical elixir a reality. There's a lot of singing in this musical. The lead is really cute. I don't think i've ever seen anyone look this good in skinny jeans, but that's just the icing on the cake. It's a feel-good film that will make anyone's day.



Inspired by a Shakespearean comedy, they several song lyrics and dialogue are taken directly from the play, so there's some Elizabethan English in it.

Watch this film, I beseech thee! Callest thou a fool, I shall, should you not watch it.



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networks

Last weekend, I decided to set up an account at manjam.com and planetromeo.com. No one ever replies to or messages a guy without any profile picture, so I figured that I should take a couple of photos.

Being the closet case that I am, I didn't want to post any pictures of my face, so I took some new pictures of myself from behind. In order to capture this angle, I turned by back toward a mirror and raised the camera above my head and shot at the mirror. It took me a while because I kept on pointing the camera in the wrong direction. Eventually after several tries, I got the right angle.

Sample of a shot with wrong angle

I was all set, and was quite happy with my picture, which hid my face and identity. Unfortunately, included in the shot was the entrance door of my apartment, which several users have recognized. Apparently the condo's cheap-ass developers used cheap-ass material for the doors. It's this cheap-ass synthetic wood that gives the door a distinct look. I don't get it; is my building the only one that has these doors?? what the frak! In my attempt to conceal my identity, I have inadvertently revealed my location to several users.

4 users so far have messaged with something along the lines of: "Sa **** Condo ka pala. Let's hook up."

Is that creepy? or is it just me? One of these users has this strange androgynous look. I'm afraid he'll recognize me if he sees me from behind.

Anyway, despite these mishaps, I have thoroughly enjoyed these sites. There's one user in particular with whom i've been exchanging long e-mails. It's awesome to chat about topics about which I have strong opinions. I can't believe he knows what a cylon is, and that he used the word "frak" in a sentence. If you don't know what these are, too bad.

I don't know if i'll ever meet anyone from the site though. I've extremely apprehensive about this. Does anyone really meet other users? I think it's kinda scary eh. But that's just me.

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Watch this.

GAY = SIN from Matthew Brown on Vimeo.

I came across this video on a couple of blogs, and just had to share it.

It's just wonderfully cathartic.

Check out the video comments on the vimeo site. The director has good intentions with this video. I want to make a vimeo account just so I can compliment the director.

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Kilala mo Siya

The old blind man, playing his electric guitar on the side walk. We've all seen him before, passed him by, and given him some loose change.

Today on my way home from work, I was walking along edsa from the MRT station, and couldn't hear him play, so I assumed that he wasn't there. As I walked further down the sidewalk, I spotted him. His amplifier wasn't working - I guess the battery ran out of juice.

As I got closer I looked at him, and noticed his fingers were still plucking at his guitar strings. He was still playing his tune on mute.

I continued walking on, and then after a couple of steps, stopped, turned around, and returned to him, and dropped some coins into his box.

The image is stuck in my head, and I will never forget it.

This breed of street performer is pretty much ubiquitous. They're everywhere. Who brings them to their performance spots? Where do they get their electric guitars, and their amplifiers? Who teaches them to play? Who takes them home at the end of the day?

I don't know. I do know one thing about them though.

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Elevator Episode

There were around 4 or 5 small children in the elevator when I got on. They were practically shouting at each other as if they were at opposite ends of an auditorium, yet there we all were in a tiny elevator.

Woooosaahhhh. I said it over and over again in my head.

The elevator stopped on its way to the lobby at the 10th floor, and the hottest guy I’ve seen in my condominium building walked in. I never even looked at him directly. I only caught a glimpse as he made his way behind me, but I could tell he was yummeh.*

The children all said hi to him. I guess they knew each other.
“Who’s your girlfriend?” they asked. He didn’t have one.
“Who’s your boyfriend?” was the question that followed amid a lot of laughter. There was A LOT of laughter, set at a deafening volume.

5.
4.
3.
2.
G.

They wouldn’t stop laughing at this lame joke. It died down after 5 floors, any the elevators at my building are really slow.

Wooooosah.
Woooooossssaaaahh.

These kids must have been between 8 and 10 years old, and they were making a gay jokes. WTF?

Some people might think that my fury over the incident is an over reaction. They’re just kids being kids.

But I don’t want to let it pass just because they’re kids. It’s the fact that they’re so young that pisses me off.

My sister and left her old corporate job to teach children. She believes that education is the “elixir”, and I agree with her.

Children’s brains are like sponges, but the children I met today need to have their sponges washed and dried before they become fucking bigots.



*I headed toward the Robinson's Galleria, and hot dude was walking in the same direction. He went through the Gloria Jean's entrance, perhaps on his way to Gold's Gym. Now I know which gym I need to join.
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Sagada Trip

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

She rested her head on his shoulder.

In the rain they held each other tightly so as to pull every piece of each other under the shelter of their his jacket even though they were already soaking wet.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as they stood facing the warmth of the bonfire in front of them.

His name was Lance, and hers, Kate. They would walk hand in hand everywhere they went, only breaking physical contact in order to eat with both hands.

Aside from smoking grade-A pot, these are the things that you do in Sagada.

A few weeks ago I went to Sagada. It was my second time there. Awesome place to visit. I highly recommend it. To get there though, be prepared for one BITCH of a commute. I was in a couple of buses for over 13 hours (one way).

A friend invited me to join her for the short vacation. Let's call her Maria. She said it would be her, and her old roommates from the old college dorm. I hadn't seen any of them since graduation so I decided to join them. When we met up at the rendez-vous point, she said that it would just be "us" four, and introduced her old roommate Kate and her boyfriend Lance.

I've known Maria since we were small, and during college we were the only ones in our batch who were from our high school, so people eventually assumed that we'd end up together. I couldn't push the thought out of my head; that this was sort of a double date. Being in the closet, I haven't had a boyfriend yet, or even a "girlfriend" so I felt awkward in this situation, even though I shouldn't have.

Every other guy in my position who was straight would have done the exact same thing that this couple was doing. On some level, I think Maria expected me to hold her hand. The setting was so damn romantic. Sagada is the place to celebrate love. I could tell that she looked at the couple we were with, and wanted what they had. We both wanted what they had.

For me to make a move felt appropriate; it felt polite. Making a move was the perfect opportunity to create a cover for my homosexuality, and essentially bolt myself in the closet. Despite all of these things, it did not feel right.

I didn't make a move. I hate that I'm bothered by such conflict.

The closet's actually difficult to maintain; the work's harder than I had ever expected. It feels laborious, like a chore. This closet sucks, but I guess it's a good thing that I haven't started to lock myself in permanently.


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Read this, Dad

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

(Source: http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html)

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