Wednesday, April 04, 2007

contemplate, meditate.

After realizing that the trip to Surigao is just not plausible, I was ready to just stay at home as usual. But then I received a call from my estranged cousins inviting us to join them for a two-day trip to Man-ay, Davao Oriental. I was Grade 1 when I went there with Mama, when she was still alive. I can vaguely remember the mountain trails with the air wafting horse dung. That was the first time I rode a horse. I can remember vast plains and a small stream where people do their chores. Now it occurs to me that there is no electricity there. We'll be travelling later.

I plan to go to church on Saturday. Also something I haven't done for nth years. I happen to catch a glimpse of the church interiors on special days. Think it's high time.

As penitensya, I'll finish 3 policy briefs so I won't be bogged down with too much work next week. Of course I'll read some and watch plenty. On schedule for weekend roster: Requiem for a Dream, Letters from Iwo Jima, Man Push Cart, Mullholland Drive and Last Tango in Paris, and Justice episodes.

Have a meaningful Holy Week everyone!

2 comments:

isko b. doo said...

just watched last tango in paris... tingala lang ko na there are some parts na both marlon brando and maria schneider spoke french without the benefit of subtitles. I bought the uncensored cd from video city at P100. was just wondering, was this intentional? Even though I got distracted by the french conversation, Brando was great and to think he also played Don Vitto Corleone that same year (1972). The contrast between the two characters is just amazing.

jayclops said...

That was my problem at first, but then all I have to do was click on the 'enable subtitle'. DVD man gud sya so usually naay subtitle jud. Pero maski kung sa CD dapat naa, because the French dialogue was just as important as the the ones English.

I agree. Marlon Brando is such a virtuoso. He actually won the Best Actor for the Last Tango that year. And I've learned that he never attended Oscar ceremonies, good thing for him. Such a legend.

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