Gaps, patches and in-betweens

Signs. Sigh. Signs.

Why I like the book better It’s not Tom Hank’s hair or his arduous effort in opening his mouth as he delivers his lines like he just suffered from a stroke or was about to have one. Time constrained movies cannot go deep into the characters’ persona to make one empathize with them as books can. The book’s plot is laid down pat with no limitation as to the reader’s imagination. In the book, small seemingly trivial trimmings and details are explained giving sound basis to theories, which I either missed in the movie or I did not understand. I asked Kigao if he noticed any discussion of PHI and why there was sex in the rituals of the priory of scions, which wasn’t explained or I missed because of numbers 1 to 4 (refer to above post) in the movie. I also missed the part when Robert Langdon had to drive an automatic during the chase with the French authorities. Aside from Tom Hanks seemingly magical powers when anagram and analytical thinking, although a gift, are more of skill and of one’s...

In two lamenting parts: The Da Vinci Code Part one: Why reading the book is better While reading the book, you do not experience: 1. Kuyakoy or someone shaking their legs (they say involuntarily but I suspect some people do it consciously to irritate people like myself) to the beat of 1/10 per second. This shaking creates a vibration affecting two or more seats from the source, making those affected think of intensity two earthquakes 2. Seat kicking by someone behind who cannot sit still 3. Feet up on the seat 4. People’s unwanted and unnecessary reactions All of these have the effect of irritation leading to concentration loss. The excitement of watching movies in a wide screen, with dolby stereo sound system just dissipates with the presence of numbers 1 to 4. I realized that watching films at home is a much better option. Though reading has the risk of unwelcome interruptions from the kids, these interruptions are bearable because they are my kids after all. One can always find the ...

While sitting through, for the umpteenth time the predominantly dark and blue but visually exciting, not scary for 8 and 4-yr olds, entertaining enough for 35-yr old (s)mothers, and can hold cannot-sit-still fathers, Corpse Bride, my daughter remarked: "He can eat himself." The 4 , 35 and 46 yr olds looked at her. It was the scene where Emily, the corpse bride gave Victor a box of bones for a wedding present. Scraps, Victor's long dead dog, after falling on the floor bones, collar tag and all rearranged himself in his dog-boned form. "Dogs like bones don't they?" Ilaw, the 8-yr old said. "Scraps is dead and all bones... "...and he's a dog... "...so he can eat himself."

Birth certificates of any kind are null and void unless issued by the NSO. This means the almost faded, creased, yellow-from-time Xeroxed copy most people have in their personal file should be Xeroxed by NSO on a yellow NSO paper. I recently got my "official" birth certificate at the NSO Serbilis center in about a total of 5 hours or thereabouts. But that 5 hours took two days, (released the next day) of which 99.9% of the time is spent waiting in line. In fairness, the line was constantly moving and there was no lunch break. I couldn’t believe the many people applying for birth certificates, which was the longest line. All these people in Manila do not have official birth certificates. Imagine that. While in line and bored to curiosity, I noticed there were also applications for marriage certificates, and, dig this, certificate of non-marriage. Whyever in the world would you need a certificate to announce single-blessedness? Annulment? Why can’t the ex couple just present th...

always make me wanna drink

Now that I am not tied to a regular job, the world’s options open to me like crab holes in sandy beaches. Sand covers up the holes once the opportunities are taken, but if one is open and fast enough, we can choose among the many, pay no attention to the uninteresting, well, at least until one can afford to choose… I used to know how it was to freelance. Scary as it may sound, it was liberating. But I guess it is scarier now with two kids. Most of my batchmates are either with a regular job, or with their own business or seemingly has something to do. Aside from write and learn how to cook and play (s)mothering to my kids, what else can I do in this in-between rackets and job phase? Hmn. Some of the rich people have already “made it” around this age. I wonder in what field I can “make-it” meaning financial security and liberation from having to write to live and just living to write. Two things are especially appealing to my business sense right now. Should I be a “mami-magnate” or a “...