I didn’t do anything productive at work today. No urgent tasks, no nothing. I just spent the first half of the day teaching myself SQL queries but I never got my code to work. Whatever.
For lunch our team went to an Asian restaurant, the kind where the chefs cook the food right in front you. I had salmon and veggies. I also wanted to try their unagi but maybe some other time, hopefully this weekend when my parents come over to visit.
After lunch I started working on a mini research project. I asked a colleague for ideas on how to narrow down the topic, and she recommended that I focus on the math, M&V and stuff. “I have resources I could send you,” she said. She never sent shit.
Two words come to mind: lethargic, as DJ would say, and languorous, which according to Google means “oppressive stillness.” Now isn’t that accurate?
It must be the loneliness, I don’t know, but I don’t even have the energy to write anything tonight. I’ve been collecting sadness though, and I’ve been disposing them onto my sketchpad. Go and have a look. And if you don’t mind, dear stranger, please send hugs if you could. 😦
It is precisely the parenthetical reminder in the title that compels me to pay closer attention to Irene Villamor’s Sid & Aya (Not A Love Story). The textual framing calls attention to itself. It is gimmicky, sure, but it is also an unveiling of directorial intent and an invitation for the viewers to examine what exactly makes this movie not a love story.
From this examination stems what I deem to be the film’s ambition. Sid & Aya centers on the familiar Rich Boy Poor Girl coupling, but it swerves around the typical trajectory from Meet-cute to Happily Ever After. The film instead parses a familiar premise and plays around the tried-and-tested formula of the cross-class romance genre .
There’s so many important things to talk about tonight yet here I am doing this thing, this Searching thing, the thing in which I talk about the search terms that tricked random strangers into visiting my blog.
There’s no social relevance here whatsoever. I’m just going to answer questions, share some stories, and pretty much say whatever comes to mind. You’ve been warned, okay?
Sa dalas ko ba namang magsayang ng oras sa WordPress, imposibleng hindi ako magkaroon ng mga paboritong blog post. Gusto ko nga sanang magsimula ng buwanang listahan e — ‘yung tipong monthly favorites ba — pero lagi naman akong gahol sa oras.
Kaya paspasan lang din itong post na ito. Nais ko lang ilista at ibahagi ang ilan sa mga akdang madalas kong binabalik-balikan, bago ko pa man sila makalimutan.
Deboto ako ng mga senyales.
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