Monthly Archives: November 2008

Didi, ang bato!

If you haven’t seen it yet, you’re going to get another chance this February 2009.

zsazsa-eula-valdez

Got the news here: http://gibbscadiz.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-news-ganito-kami-noon-out.html

So here’s to Ada, ZsaZsa and Didi, and to men who are “braso pa lang ay ulam na” 🙂

crushing

I have a new crush, and I have Tina Fey and Ugly Betty to thank for it.

Rounding up my 30 Rock Season 2 marathon last week, and there was this cute guy who played Tina Fey’s boytoy and turned one of the characters (Judah Friedlander) gay. Not gay for life, just gay for him. “I’m gay for Jamie,” he says. “No, that’s not a thing,” Tinay Fey tells him. “You can’t be gay for just one person. Unless you’re a lady, and you meet Ellen.”

But apparently, being gay for just one person is a thing, or can be, especially if he looks as adorably cute as this:

would you want to be gay for Jamie? (played by actor/Musician Val Emmich)

Anyway, a few days later I was watching the latest episode of Ugly Betty, and there he was again, playing Betty’s new neighbor, struggling musician Jesse.

The 30 Rock episode probably aired what, last year, and the Ugly Betty episode, just last week, and yet, I saw both of them over a couple of days. Coincidence? No, I don’t think so. It’s fate 🙂

I’m now hunting up his songs, and they’re good.  Seriously. Here’s one sample, enjoy.
Hurt More Later – Val Emmich

Conversation comes naturally
He holds your hand real carefully
Butterflies are fluttering
Your courage is sputtering
Cuz you never win

You’re finally there
When your heart starts to wear
Cuz you know how this ends
Passion fades, you pretend
So you’re walking away
To let perfection remain
You’ll never see this unwind
Your love frozen in time

You try your best to take it slow
But it feels good to lose control
It’s moving faster everyday
You wish it could just stay this way
But you know it won’t

You’re finally there
When your heart starts to wear
Cuz you know how this ends
Passion fades, you pretend
So you’re walking away
To let perfection remain
You’ll never see this unwind
Your love frozen in time

It hurts now but it will hurt more later
It hurts now but it will hurt more later
Hurt more later
Much more much later

strangely teary-eyed

I haven’t been following the US elections all that much, and my knowledge of US politics basically just consists of seven seasons of The West Wing (which makes me a Democrat, I guess), but watching the last moments of President-elect Obama’s speech and ensuing jubilation gave me the warm fuzzies just the same.  The symbolic significance of having a black (okay, African-American) President, and the jubilation of people who counted themselves very fortunate to have witnessed such a change happening in their lifetimes, is very touching.  Makes one think wistfully, if only we can have something that powerful over here. Oh, wait. There was. The first EDSA.  Huh.

extras (extras lang, unfortunately)

I spent Saturday night to Monday at home in Bulacan, enjoying the rare times when I get to enjoy my own bed and just vegetate around the house. A main preoccupation, of course, was the tv. Curiously, over those two days I came across three Filipino references in various films:

  • Grosse Pointe Blank, starring John Cusack and Minnie Driver. John Cusack plays an assassin-for-hire (or, as he put in, “professional killer”). Fellow hitman Dan Aykroyd tries to recruit him to an association of killers, through which all “contracts” will be channeled, to avoid, um, overlaps, and possible drive up the contract price. John Cusack asks who the members are, and Dan Aykroyd mentions, among others, the “butch Filipino lady” (though I forgot whether he said “Filipino” or “Filipina”).  John Cusack recognizes her, apparently her technique is to pose as a chambermaid and stab her victims to death.
  • The Path to 9/11, starring Harvey Keitel. I didn’t watch the whole thing, but apparently it’s an ABC TV documentary about the intelligence screw-ups – er – developments – leading up to the 9/11 terrorist attack.  Years before 9/11, one of the terrorists did a practice bomb run on a Manila-Cebu-Japan flight, smuggling explosives on the plane, disembarking at Cebu and setting up the explosives to go off when the plane is en route to Japan.  Much later, back in Manila, an accidental fire in the terrorists’ apartment led to the discovery of a laptop containing evidence of terrorist plans which were later on identified to have led to the World Trade Center attacks.  The Filipino police, led by a female captain, rummage through the apartment. “O, laptop. Buksan mo yan, tingnan natin ang laman.” “Hindi ba natin kailangan ng warrant dyan?” asks an underling. “Kukuha tayo,” the captain assures him. “Sige, buksan mo na.”  The female captain’s efforts, which led to the disbanding of the Manila terrorist cell, impress the hell out of Harvey Keitel.  Somebody points out that if it had happened in the US, the evidence in the laptop would not have been admissible. Continue reading