ricci: kamusta na si BeeJay?
rainn: who cares?
ricci: hmm...sino niloko mo?!
rainn: well, that's a tragedy unworthy of audience. next.
ricci: bakit naman?
rainn: huh? obvious. besides (bitter) i'm sure mahilig sa sex si beejay. ayoko makipagsex. ever.
ricci: yeah, u cant even convince yourself. stop trying to convince me too.
rainn: fuck you.
ricci: eh si absynthe?
rainn: oh my god you're grossing me out. stop it. (takes a swig of beer)
ricci: hindi nga. matalino naman sya.
rainn: inaassume mo kagad na papatulan ako. ano ba. besides, good luck na lang noh. a day would never pass without a skirmish pag kasama mo yun.
ricci: so?
rainn: so ayoko din. wag na natin isipin kung ayaw din nya kasi ayaw ko. it won't work.
ricci: wouldn't you want to have something not work with absynthe kesa not having anything at all?
rainn: well, mamimili ka na rin lang, yung matino na noh. gusto ko yung parang close friends lang.
ricci: parang tayo? (stop it!!!)
rainn: um hindi. i've just realized na binibigyan ko lang ng problema sarili ko noon. i think i was just bored and i wanted to make life more exciting so i rammed the fucking wall. (takes another swig.)
ricci: hmmm... okay. if you say so.
rainn: no, really. tingnan mo, wala na ngayon.
ricci: eh kung ligawan kita?
and the highschool girl kept on grinding beside the table.
rainn: ewan ko.
***
i have never been to racks el pueblo before. if you haven't been there yet, then just imagine an incubator pumped up with evil hiphop music, and you have imagined racks el pueblo. i felt like a martian in my clothes (i just saw a play, and thus had dressed up appropriately for the said engagement) while strutting in the steakhouse-cum-hiphopden. i wanted to tear my shirt open. actually, now that i think about it, why didn't i since everyone i knew who saw me there seemed to have wanted me to. they would introduce me to their friends as the person who never cared much about buttons.
i still don't, actually.
to all the kangaroos out there: if you are missing a kid, the there's a ninety-nine point nine percent chance that it is in racks el pueblo dancing to beyonce knowles.
***
as i have said, i just saw a play. last friday, g, silver, cokelover, cathy and sofia and i watched the merchant of venice in greenbelt. it was beautifully rendered by repertory philippines and was directed by zenaida amador. it made me happy that they did not do a modern interpretation, minimalist or whatso. you know, the funky stuff people like doing to shakespeare nowadays. repertory stuck to the classical rendition with the costumes and all. it was such fun.
we only had silver tickets (which meant we could not sit on the center seats, as opposed to gold tickets) but thanks to the fact that cathy abhores her current occupation, she dashed to greenbelt hours too early for the show. i found her standing in front of the line and when the cordon was lifted, we glamorously strutted as fast as we can to grab the nearest seats with decent vantage. because of some complicated details, cathy and i became the advance party--the explorers, those who will claim the colony--and we had to sit four seats apart whilst saying "taken" over and over again.
the programme said (in ms. amador's message) that they have taken out some parts that may indicate anti-semiticism. she said that this time around, shylock would receive such bad a fate not because he was a jew but simply because he was a bad man.
right.
of course shylock's justification for revenge got me excited. in reality, it is largely this particular part that got me so excited to go see the play. when i was in freshman year high, it was this that i chose to deliver in class. i didn't bother to recite bassanio or antonio or even lorenzo. i was shylock, the ultimate villain, and to me, the real merchant of venice.
"to bait fish withal. if it shall feed nothing else, it shall feed my revenge..."
i will never forget how i had pounded the blackboard with my closed fist after these lines and suddenly proceeded to intensely burp out the rest of the solliloquy.
"he hath disgraced me..."
a classmate commented that i looked like a real man. wait...is this good or bad? in the context of an all-boys school, i guess he was trying to give me a compliment. another said he swallowed his gum out of shock when i pounded the board. hah! eight years have passed and i still remember vividly. (eight years?! argh!)
cokelover and i agreed that we had rendered better interpretations of shylock when we were in freshman high than this particular staging. we both kinda expected the soliloquy to be a bit reflexive. i thought he would face the audience and would have that monospotlight. but no.
then again, the play was so surprisingly funny. when i was reading it for high school english, i don't remember laughing. at all. i can't believe i only appreciate the cleverness now that i have seen the thing staged.
we only had silver tickets (which meant we could not sit on the center seats, as opposed to gold tickets) but thanks to the fact that cathy abhores her current occupation, she dashed to greenbelt hours too early for the show. i found her standing in front of the line and when the cordon was lifted, we glamorously strutted as fast as we can to grab the nearest seats with decent vantage. because of some complicated details, cathy and i became the advance party--the explorers, those who will claim the colony--and we had to sit four seats apart whilst saying "taken" over and over again.
the programme said (in ms. amador's message) that they have taken out some parts that may indicate anti-semiticism. she said that this time around, shylock would receive such bad a fate not because he was a jew but simply because he was a bad man.
right.
of course shylock's justification for revenge got me excited. in reality, it is largely this particular part that got me so excited to go see the play. when i was in freshman year high, it was this that i chose to deliver in class. i didn't bother to recite bassanio or antonio or even lorenzo. i was shylock, the ultimate villain, and to me, the real merchant of venice.
"to bait fish withal. if it shall feed nothing else, it shall feed my revenge..."
i will never forget how i had pounded the blackboard with my closed fist after these lines and suddenly proceeded to intensely burp out the rest of the solliloquy.
"he hath disgraced me..."
a classmate commented that i looked like a real man. wait...is this good or bad? in the context of an all-boys school, i guess he was trying to give me a compliment. another said he swallowed his gum out of shock when i pounded the board. hah! eight years have passed and i still remember vividly. (eight years?! argh!)
cokelover and i agreed that we had rendered better interpretations of shylock when we were in freshman high than this particular staging. we both kinda expected the soliloquy to be a bit reflexive. i thought he would face the audience and would have that monospotlight. but no.
then again, the play was so surprisingly funny. when i was reading it for high school english, i don't remember laughing. at all. i can't believe i only appreciate the cleverness now that i have seen the thing staged.
***
yesterday, as in tuesday, i watched skycaptain and the world of tomorrow with carmina, my cousin. we had such great fun. we totally paid attention to what was happening on the silverscreen. however, don't ask us if the movie was good; don't ask us something we could not answer.
perhaps when people enjoy too much, they mystically progress to that stage of existence when they could converse with the least words as possible and understand each other perfectly well. if i were to sum up the conversation my cousin and i had inside the theatre, it would eloquently be such:
charlie: delicious.
carmina: yummy.
no, we were not talking bout the beard papa cream puffs we were eating. my cousin and i also profusely agreed that perhaps we would have understood the story if only skycaptain smiled less.
dear god: if you give me jude law, i promise i will stop making fun of other people. like the ones who are not beautiful. okay fine. and the ugly ones too. and the ones who can't carry themselves well. and the ones who can't use their brains well too. so that the world will be a lot better. i know it's already a miracle that i was not brought out of the theatre in a stretcher, but i push my luck further. consider this as an ultimatum. amen.
***
the secret to my secret alter-ego lies hidden behind the reason why i change the lay-out of my web-journal so scandalously often. it is probably connected to the fact that it takes me soooooo long to decide where to go and what to order.
the secret to my secret alter-ego lies hidden behind the reason why i change the lay-out of my web-journal so scandalously often. it is probably connected to the fact that it takes me soooooo long to decide where to go and what to order.
*taken from Shylock's justification for revenge. Merchant of Venice. William Shakespeare.
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