Archive for January, 2008

The Hobbit!

Thursday, 31 January 08

Del Torro

Yey, Guillermo del Torro (Pan’s Labyrinth, Hell Boy) is doing The Hobbit! Peter Jackson (the great Hobbit himself)– still involved in the film, don’t worry–will produce it. It will come out in 2 parts, the first in 2010 and the other one in 2011. UFFF!! Here we go again… ;) I can’t wait to see how this is going to come out! Yey.

PS. He looks like a Hobbit as well, no? :)


Unintelligible Notes from the Underground

Wednesday, 30 January 08

I’ve been suffering from nagging indigestion lately. And I’m not talking about the kind you get from eating everything you see on the buffet table, the sort of thing you can get rid of by munching on Tums all day long. It’s of the venomous variety, the type that perches on the shoulder of your consciousness, the one that nips and gnaws at you in the dying hours of the night and leaves you frayed at the edges and barren as the sun rises. It’s a treacherous one—the kind when left alone could swallow you up whole and you’d find yourself in a vat full of soul-diluting acid.

I’d imagine myself ultimately succumbing to one of these wretched things and part of me would disappear for good and I wouldn’t be me anymore. I’d be forced to do an autopsy on the unfortunate victim and find out that it had died of complications induced by the malignant spirit dyspepsia, exacerbated by neglect and fear and apathy. Its dismal tombstone would probably read: Expired young and full of promise, exhausted from the weight of possibilities.

So I am not leaving it alone. Perhaps it’s not too late to fish out that failing part of my heart from the sweltering vat. I envision a quick trip to the doctor and he would hand me a recipe for a tonic: mix a chunk of willingness to go naked again without fear of being ostracized and ridiculed with a dash of courage to go underground, to dig deeper, then add a pinch of chutzpah to push through in the midst of the uproar of one’s anxiety and panic and let it all simmer in passion and folly.

[My translation:

  • Turn off the TV or DVD player and other mind-numbing devices.
  • Manage your time and stay away from Facebook (!)
  • Write again (Do you even remember how you sound? Will you recognize yourself when you stumble upon your own words?); do not be afraid to commit spelling crimes and of meeting dangling participles.
  • Be ruthless and destroy in order to create. Not everything good is pretty.
  • Create for yourself and not think of what would sell and look great on a pedestal in a gallery or shop.
  • Believe.
  • Listen. Your intuition is always right.
  • Hope even though you don’t know what to hope for.
  • Know that you will always find your way home.
  • And, taking a page from Elphaba’s book, defy gravity (even if there’s a big possibility that you’d end up being lynched by a frenzied mob!)]

My imaginary doctor would probably advice me to consume this tonic regularly since this type of dyspepsia can never be completely eradicated once a person has been ravaged by it. The key is to manage the symptoms. The danger of it recurring would always be there and that, if left unchecked, it would pounce on you again and you’d be exposed to fits of hysterical midnight weeping. But having the potion would give my heart a reprieve from necrosis. In the meantime, I could declare the afflicted part of my soul resuscitated and contentedly living with the complications.