Sunday, November 8, 2009

tuna-y na masarap! (veggie and tuna dish)



This is one of my favorite meals, because it's quick to prepare, economical, nutritious, and not to mention really good... Especially if you're on a low-fat diet (which otherwise I'm actually not, hehehehe), you can have it as your everyday meal without the guilt. If you want your plain out-of-the-can tuna a little bit of twist and not to mention more filling (because of the vegetables), you might want to try this, it's so easy to prepare...

What I needed for the recipe at the time I was making it:

1 can (100X5 oz) of tuna (preferably plain or hot-and-spicy)
1 head of pechay baguio (actually, it's like bok choi but the leaves are light green, and the stalks are much broader than its darker-green relative), chopped
1 small red onion, chopped
1 medium-sized tomato, chopped
2 cloves garlic, crushed and chopped
1 small red pepper, cut into thin strips
salt and pepper to taste (if you're going to use hot-and-spicy tuna, pepper won't be necessary, unless you want it really, really spicy)

Sautee garlic, onion and tomatoes. Out of the can, add the tuna, and a cup of water. Next, throw in the pechay baguio, and let it simmer a bit until the vegetables are tender enough (and not too soggy). Add salt and pepper to adjust the taste. Then add the thin strips of bell pepper for the final touch. And... hooray! It's done and it's hot for the dining table. Of course, rice is the perfect partner (or rather, this veggie tuna meal is the perfect accompaniment for rice) for this lovely dish.

Optional: carrots, cabbage, sayote as well as green bell peppers are also perfect in addition to the ingredients I've listed above. Bon appetit! :D

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

impromptu poem...

an untitled celebration of loss... :p

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I know the stars are now dead, but I keep on hoping
The darkness abound I'm endlessly groping
But when I hear your voice in my dream
Thoughts of you float a-stream

I know your love is now dead, but instead
Of just grieving over the loss
And putting a heavy cross on its stead
Rose-colored memories on its grave, embossed

I know this heart's supposed to be still
But it's running high, in its broken pieces
They're now beyond repair, and there, I just will
Sit shivering, cherishing these lost kisses

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

my very first (seeming) poetic collaboration ek-ek!

Written by me and my best friend (I wrote the second stanza, I just followed the pattern of the first stanza... it's so draft-ish and a bit twee, don't you think?!?). Well, I'm still looking for the appropriate title of this piece of scratch... :D

***

Yes we are over the crowd so far,
light streaks mines and some street castaways
When the lines have been blurred,
laughter and sound are abound,
seems the the night will slowly fade this way
Hold the songs and drift away,
fascination is on to stay, light will crawl and eat the dark away

Bless our smiles, as dazzling as the stars
to lead our paths to another world away
When our desires have been burned
within this laughter and sound abound
the normal lights fade into a hazy day
They'll never have it knowing
what life is like after the gloaming
A morning mist will kiss away our old yearnings


***

:D

Monday, October 5, 2009

song of the month - "Open Up Your Door" (Richard Hawley)

He just never fails to sweep off my feet. From his new album, "Truelove's Gutter" :)


Open Up Your Door
(composer: Richard Hawley)

(*note - I scribbled the lyrics myself. If you feel this is all wrong, please PM me!)

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Open up your door
I can see your face no more
Love is so hard to find
And even harder to define
Oh, open up your door
Cos we've time to give
And I'm feeling it so much more
Open up the door
Open up your door

Open up your door
I can hear your voice no more
I just want to make smile
And it will stay with you awhile
Open up the door
Cos we've time to give
And my feelings are so obscure
Open up your door
Open up your door

So open up the door
Cos we've time to give
And my feelings are so much more

Open up your door
Open up your door
Love is so hard to find
And even harder to define
oh, open up the door
And I've never been so sure
Open up the door
Open up the door


***

"Open Up The Door" by Richard Hawley
(60-second preview; 30 minutes if not logged in to imeem)

Open Up Your Door - Richard Hawley

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

song of the month - "Fonz" (Eugene McGuinness)

I love the lyrics of the song... quirky, funny... The music is, as my very good friend once noted, screaming of (fellow mates over at Domino Records... I don't know if they're still on the label, though) Franz Ferdinand with a 60's touch. I hope my musical fixation of this wonder boy wouldn't be a fad... :D

Fonz
(composer: Eugene McGuinness)

Well, that wasn't very, very nice of you
Things aren't so glossy
Without a posse
Oh deary dear
I've no business being here
Well now as I bow out
At the funeral of my youth
It was so lonely
It was so lovely
It was so lovely

You're so easy on the eye
You're so easy on the eye
We said farewell
And we synchronized our watches
And arranged for the meeting of our crotches
On the other side of the planet
On the other side of the world

Well, that wasn't a very, very nice thing to do
They never suspect the emotional wreck
Put that in your pipe
(You might want to write that down)
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
The Fonz said
"There's nothing wrong with being wrong,"
But was he right, was he right?
I don't know, was he right?

You're so easy on the eye
You're so easy on the eye
We said farewell
And we synchronized our watches
And arranged for the meeting of our crotches
On the other side of the planet
On the other side of the world...


Fonz (60-minute preview; 30 minutes if not logged in to imeem):

Fonz(2).mp3 -

Monday, July 13, 2009

eiga sai... hai!



Eiga Sai 2009 has just concluded. Out of the eight featured films (including 1 anime) screened at the Shangri-La Mall EDSA, I managed to see five of them, and some of them are the finest I'd seen:

(July 3, 2009)
"Of being alone and ending up alone... of being alone and filling up the loneliness..." That was what I summed up, mumbling, after attending the second day of Eiga Sai (Japanese film festival). I could, like, relate!

Tony Takitani was a cinematic vaccuum, full of scenic voids that revolve around it. I mirrored myself in the tormented title character. I knew the feeling - the initial joy of being in love for the first time after having been alone since birth, eclipsed by later fears of losing someone you love and ending up being alone, again. The beautiful woman Eiko (who will become Tony's wife) is a clotheshorse, a compulsive shopper. During their short marriage this uncontrollable urge of hers eventually has made Tony alarmed. So he gently tells her off to cut back on her excessive shopping. And so, Eiko's sartorial obsession - or rather the urge to resist it - has made her to die via a road accident.

Two years later, Tony meets another young woman who bears much resemblance to his late wife. After the job interview, Tony takes her into his firm, with one condition: she should wear his wife's fabulous designer coats, dresses and shoes when going to the office. Clearly, she never understands all this. Initially, I expected it to be as another Vertigo - where Jimmy Stewart's equally tormented character molds a young woman into the image of his dead beloved. But it didn't turn out that way. In the end, and on the death of his trombonist dad, he literally sells all of the past tokens: his wife's beautiful dresses and shoes, his father's mold-infested collection of rare jazz records. He then succumbs to this fate of loneliness, probably for the rest of his life.

Somehow inside the chilly cinema watching it I woolgathered that I could find that perfect someone to fill up the my void, just as the clothes that filled up Eiko's empty soul, or just as Eiko herself filled up Tony's empty heart - even just fleetingly.

But on the other hand...

After seeing the second film Turn-Over - An Angel Is Coming On a Bicycle, the second thoughts about marriage came flooding in my crazy, little corner of my paranoid brain. I couldn't help it - it's natural for a married couple to turn his or her calls for help, or the little sweet things he or she does for you, into a deaf ear and a blind eye. And it is a real pain, especially if your marriage could last as long as the elderly couple's in that film.

What's worse, it you're hopelessly in love and committed, you stand the chance to endure of being taken for granted - just for the sake of being married.

The elderly couple, Gen and Chie, have been wed for 45 years. Gen has a long-standing reputation in Kyoto as a robe maker for Shinto priests, and steadfastly sticks to the old traditions and customs especially in his garment-making methods. His wife Chie, is suffering from a debilitating illness that renders her hands and fingers almost useless and painful. Throughout their marriage Gen in some ways doesn
't appreciate her, or even just acknowledge her presence, maybe because of his work, which has been taking over almost his whole life (even when he admits toward the end that he doesn't really love it).

So to cheer up Chie, Gen asks a young genetic engineering student Shunsuke, who happens to be a magician for the neighborhood kids. Shunsuke comes to their house every day to teach Chie his sleight-of-hand tricks. But it turned out somehow that indirectly, Chie teaches Shunsuke (and moves him moreover) the magic of determination as she struggles to hold up the playing cards Shunsuke has laid out for her. The two become close buddies, and somehow I also thought that Chie sees him as her own son, as the couple are childless.

But as Chie's health worsens, Gen has decided to close shop in order to take care of her. Meanwhile, Shunsuke has received a scholarship to study in the US. Megumi, his girlfriend, objects to this. Although Shunsuke loves Megumi and cares for her, he also ponders seriously for his own future. Will he remain in Kyoto and miss the golden chance, or will he pursue this rare opportunity and leave Megumi behind?

Well, it's doubly hard to be paired up, hehehehe. Hindi na sarili mo lang ang dapat mong isipin, hehehehe. The likelihood of being unappreciated and ignored, that's worse and can generate a lot of hurt. Although you look at your partner with unconditional love and give him or her the way, all the time... there's still a little scream of dissent inside your heart. Only when you're gone will they realize... and it's too late to feel that way. :-(

As the film was finished and I hastened my way out of the cinema, I overheard one girl behind me, "Hindi na lang ako mag-aasawa!". Whether she was joking or she really meant it, I thought I was going to subscribe to her idea. I chimed in with her - perhaps with the tinny sound of the "cat's bell" that Chie has installed in their house. Oh, call me a bit selfish... :D

My darkened mood (I blamed that on the first 2 films, hahahaha) began to see a ray of sunshine, so to speak, when I got to see Kamome Diner, the last one screened for the day. Well, I was to put it in my words, a lucky customer who managed to line up for the tickets. Watching it, I sort of indulged myself in a mental, visual, and virtual gustatory and gastronomic delight, hehehe.

The film's story revolves around the new-ish, dainty small diner in Helsinki named "Ruokala Lokki" ("kamome shokudo" in Japanese, and it means "seagull diner"). It is a pretty joint: smooth white wooden tables and chairs that go well with the white walls with powder-blue wood panelling, and the ambience seems bright and homey and relaxing... I bet it all smells brand new. A Japanese woman named Sachie runs the place, and although she keeps her routine inside and outside of the restaurant diligently, the diner sees no signs of a customer yet. Long until a young local named Tommi drops by at the place. He speaks Japanese, and requests Sachie for the lyrics of the Gatchaman theme song. She remembers only the opening lines, but vainly recalls the rest. However, the song has stuck in her head ever since. Then Sachie chances on a odd-looking tall woman named Midori on a bookshop cafe, and the first thing she does is to ask the Gatchaman lyrics. Midori doesn't only know the lyrics, but is willing to write them!

The only thing I was up for was that how the diner would beckon prospective customers, and eventually succeed. Midori soon moves to Sachie's place as her roommate, and helps her out in the diner for free (although it still receives no customers yet). Things start to perk up when a mystery guy enters Ruokala Lokki, and teaches Sachie the secret to making really delicious coffee. And then Sachie and Midori together bake some mouth-watering cinnamon rolls... you know, if there's a technology called smell-o-vision I would have breathed these fragrant aromas of coffee and cinnamon around the moviehouse... mmmmm-mmmm!

Although you might have an idea what that would lead to, Kamome Diner was still a lovely film to finish. My favorite character there perhaps had to be Masako, the small spinster who has found herself in Finland because her luggage goes missing. She's quirky, and really, really cool - especially when she takes on a booze challenge with an angry-looking drunk lady, hahahahaha! She has the ability to understand and communicate with locals although she doesn't speak any Finnish, wears colorful dresses, and goes to the forests to pick up mushrooms (because, upon asking Sachie and Midori why the Finns seem to be care-free and laidback, Tommi overhears their conversation and butts them in with the answer, "Forests"). Ang kulit ng matandang 'to, hahahaha!.

There are some enigmatic elements in the film: aside from the man who teaches Sachie about "Kopi Luak", there's also another guy who strolls around the port, holding a pet cat. And these three ladies' reasons why they end up in Finland: Sachie dodges them with jokes, while Midori has said that one day she closed her eyes while her finger pointed at the world map, and decided to go where her finger has landed (sana ganun din ako pag-mag travel, hehehehehe). And Masako, well, she has decided to stay longer in Finland because of the luggage issue. :)

I was anticipating for and witnessing the path of small-town success this diner is going through, but I eventually realized it wasn't the tenderest meat (so to speak) of the film really. It was all about friendships, and camaraderie, the discovery of each other's differences as well as similarities, of your own destiny, and of your new sense of self. I assumed they were the things the film was trying to covey, and it did so with much aplomb. Deprived of the cinematic and artsy pretensions, Kamome Diner is an otherwise simple film about slices of life in the eyes of these three Japanese women in a foreign land. It's a small movie, yet it comes out big - even bigger than what I earlier expected. Warning: it can make your stomach churn and mouth water, hehehehe. (I even watched this twice!)

(July 10, 2009)
I was oddly depressed after seeing Memories of Matsuko. And oddly, I was flabbergasted with a booming music as I was comfortably perching in my seat. That greeted me into the lively Tokyo street scene which reflects so much about their unique pop culture. But a garish side of the city opens with a dead woman lying beside the river. Dust swirled with chaos around Matsuko's lifeless body as policemen are caught in a hubbub.

A young guy named Sho is tasked by his calloused father (who is Matsuko's brother) to clean up his aunt's rickety apartment where she spent her last years. As Sho discovers her interesting, intricate life, he realizes that life does have meaning, even when there seems to be nothing.

As if she was born to carry the stigma throughout her life, Matsuko has endured what life's most suckiest "moments". She has been disowned by her family, faced the scandal that led her to job loss, encountered with prostitution, pornography and yakuza, straddled the procession of her good-for-nothing lovers. And her death, that was what I considered as utterly meaningless!

A maze of colorful and eye-popping sets and effects as well as music and songs don't only work for fillers but in fact are really the vital part and parcel of this stunning film. It also shows Matsuko's noble sacrifices at a world that showed her nothing cruelty and misfortune... except for Megumi, her bosom friend she met from the correctional (and the star of the Sho's porn dvd's!) She's the only shining beacon, the representation of Matsuko's only hope, of this otherwise dark film, notwithstanding the colorful, Disney-esque scenes and merry tunes.

Well, I brushed that depressed feeling off as I left the cinema. "Ok lang yun... at least natapos na rin yung mga kamalasan niya, hahahhaha!"

(July 11, 2009)
I took my sister to watch Kamome Diner, the film that I have been so loving since I first saw it. After that, we trooped to McDo, and I made the treat for both of us. We deliberately starved ourselves in order to really appreciate the film, hehehehe.

Meanwhile, I enjoyed the last film Memories Of Tomorrow, and I didn't care if it was labeled the disparagingly-titled "disease-of-the-week" fare. In fact, I much so like themes like that (in my childhood I loved the TV movie Go Toward The Light, a real-life story about a child's battle with AIDS - his family had prepared themselves for his imminent death)

Here, it tells about a story of a high-flying, workaholic executive Saeki (I recognized Ken Watanabe, who serves also as the film's executive producer, as that Chairman in Memoirs of a Geisha). His advertising firm's team has just landed a big account. As he is riding on the crest of success, he starts to forget minor to a bit troubling things, like vainly recalling the name of the Titanic star ("Dick-Caprio!") to losing car keys and driving towards the wrong exit lane.

Then, for the first time in his career, he forgets an all-important business meeting - and Saeki himself was shocked. As his memory begins to flag down, his wife Emiko suggested for a checkup. After a series of tests, it is confirmed that Saeki has the early onset of Alzheimer's. And it's a downward spiral from there, despite their noble fight against Alzheimer's, as the dreaded disease eats the brain and the memory away - and it's incurable.

The most painful scene must be the one happening at the dining room where Emiko tries to literally struggle with her husband's seizures of desperation. Watanabe's performance as the Alzheimer patient is really superbly effective, and grips you from your apathetic stupor. His character refuses to go down because of the illness by his stubborn will. And for that I could forgive all the maudlin strings in the background to cue the tear-ducts, hehehehe.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

sex and, especially, violence

There was some tension at the ticket line yesterday (pa-VIP pa yung mga nauna sa amin!). The manner that brokers and clients (and flyers, in this case!) would argue heatedly about, hehehehe. But I got past to it, only to encounter more tension, even from just watching inside the cinema. Well, to say that is clearly an understatement. =)

I felt so uncomfortable, mostly, watching "Flandres", the only film I managed to see. And as usual, I was watching alone, so that added my usual amount of heebie-jeebies...

But really, it possessed one of the most simple story plots: a love triangle, two guys enlist themselves as soldiers and go to war, one dies in action (actually in hiding), and the other one survives to come back to his childhood friend (the slut in their farm village) he deeply loves. Yung pelikula e--paraphrasing a line from Vic Sotto--"dinaan lang sa showmanship": a commonplace story shrouded by violence, sex and nudity. The war scenes were especially fiery bolts out of the blue, so to speak--particularly after a stream of silence comes a hail of bullets and granades. Quiet follows a new loud. =)

The most horrifying scene I'd ever encountered was the one where one guy gets his, uh, member, dismembered. No, it wasn't actually shown, but the his desperate and piercing screams made me squirm... actually I've been feeling this way since I've undergone a blood sample as part of my medical examination just a day ago (my first time, so it was understandable and impossible for me to relax while my right arm was getting pierced by a not-so-discreet-looking syringe!). Anyway, the guy comes out crying viciously loud, stripped down of his pants, and he's clutching his now-bloodied crotch as he's dying... Nanghihina na tuloy ako! And that particular scene didn't do any better to me. Hehehehe....

The film was a mixed bag of the shocking and the boring... the latter being the silences in between that looked like they'd go forever, and the characters' long, long, long seemingly aimless walks around the farm, even in the first few scenes, and I was gaping at them like, "huy, me sasabihin ba kayo?". I even overheard my seatmate telling his friend as the film started to roll its credits, "Boring." =)

Unfortunately, today I can't go, because I have something to finish. It would be a dire waste of opportunity as today's the last screening at the Shang. And the line-up appears to be really interesting (that comprises a biofilm about Van Gogh). Sayang! Oh well, di bale na... right now my anticipation for Eiga Sai next month will surely about to be built up... Hopefully no violence this time (at least at the ticket row), hehehehe.

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But for the meantime, more violence ensues (due to 1 insistent public demand, hahahaha!):


I'd like to chop these guys' heads with blade of the office fan:


This guy suddenly goes amok at work... sayang walang sound!