Inches to the Oblation run

Every passion starts with a little belief.

I personally hate movies that go aww, shucks in the end. It's been overused, overexhausted, and overthought. It seems that every movie nowadays - especially now that it's Valentine's day - has the same format and the same stereotypes: boy sees hard-to-reach girl (or vice versa), they fall in lovw, they fall out of love, then something life-changing happens. Has anyone noticed it's weirdly been like that always?

Jason and I had this little talk on movies - something probably like what he and Clarence called their intellectual dates. I never saw myself talking to someone about film, especially with me barely watching them. But, as with everything else, little do you know that there's always something on you about it. You always have a say on anything - you're just not aware. So we ended up talking about mainstream cliches and the reason why (admittedly) indie movies just don't take off. It seems the term experimental still causes images of thinking and, well, some more thinking.

We finished shooting most of our Filipino 1 movie at the UP Sunken garden. And, as usual, I find myself leaving an artifact on the area: I left five necklaces in the spot. And they're not even mine. (Chokers, yes, but still.) The two of us, along with Ale, met at the Shangri-la Plaza and went by ourselves to that large university. We never got lost on the way - but we went past the Oblation when we were in the jeepney routes. (Ikot route or toki route, I couldn't figure.) I had a bigger share of stupid decisions: I didn't bring sandals, I didn't wear shorts, I didn't even bring an extra one. I was inches to an Oblation run - I was wearing my briefs and the malong I had to wear. And, even worse, I looked every inch like, as the consensus was, "isang matronang bakla". And, as usual, I learned a lot more about our other groupmates Tyne (who lives in Cavite), Kat (whose dad listens to Jam 88.3), and Miko (who brought a big bottle of orange juice).

But somehow I did a bit okay in the play. I played the king, and I was still having a much higher voice than expected, but I was doing well, apparently. I also had a hand with the camera and did weird angles. And, yes, I still have photos.

Within six hours we looked stupid among the strolling crowd, got asked by Jino to take good care of Ale because she was apparently sick (she came in Starbucks and I was figuring if she's really bothered or really sleepy), got hurt by trees, walked barefoot with a lot of ants for company, ate street food, rode the LRT2 (it was my first time), ate at Gateway (with Jason - also my first time), and jerked our schedules.

And, as usual, it seemed weirdly good. I didn't even have enough sleep by then.

These things have changed out viewpoints bit by bit, but still make big impacts. Personally, if not for college, I couldn't have cared less about fade outs and thesis statements. Stuff end up happening and it ends up good, although there still is the occasional (or too much) hurting from either side of the coin. Who knows, maybe college would redefine my identity as we know it. I could be, weirdly, the resilient one. Nobody could possibly predict my outcome, obviously. Nothing could, or nobody could, tell.

Today's UP trip taught me to look at things a bit more different than the prescribed different. After a lot of plot twists, plot changes and plot introductions? I don't know what's happening next.

Every passion starts with a little belief. In my case, it would be that things could go much better if people actually thought of stuff.

(If you were waiting about my post on CWTS class, the tragic Wowowee stampede and our future as Communication Arts students, please check back tomorrow. Sorry to disappoint!)

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