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October 20th, 2009 (04:33 pm)

dear world,

i was wondering about the nooks and crannies of serious blogging (not that i'm saying this particular blog isn't serious, but it is a space for highly-personal stuff, and i am finding it weird to mix reviews and features with my ramblings or epiphanies), or my own website, for that matter. i have basic html knowledge, and i do mean basic, and a relationship with words that when tied together makes for good entertainment or even news. however, i have no idea where to start when it comes to getting an own domain (you know, without the .livejoural or .blogspot - just the ones that end with a .com), how to get ads and actually get paid for having them on the site, how to get sponsors, be paid for the number of hits, etc. i want to get started, and any suggestions or factoid you will give will be highly appreciated. ( i can't pay you of course, but i can squeeze your name in my next book, or dedicate a poem to you, or write a play about your grandmother's life, or give you a shoulder to cry on, or walk your dog.)

we all know that this is a particularly hard time to make money, and it's harder for young people like me who are still considered novices in this profession. (unlike some of my professors back in college, i'm still a long way from charging Php 25,000 for proofreading a brochure.) especially here in this country, where hardly anyone considers curling up in bed with a good book the best way to spend a rainy afternoon. if you actually come to think of it, it's much, much easier to sell your internal organs than a 120-peso pocketbook. you'd be surprised how much help you can give us young writers just by reading the words that we write.

do send me a reply, dear world.

best,
surot


p.s.
it's been a long time since we talked. how is your mother?
p.p.s.
as for your last letter: no, i am not coming out with another one soon, but i am writing one right now. you'd be glad to know that i am now starting on the second chapter. after a whole year of not writing anything for myself, i'm sure you would agree that this is a good thing. getting a publisher, however, is another matter.
p.p.p.s
again, as for your last letter: sadly, it no longer fits me.

Manila Gets Spring Awakened!

September 21st, 2009 (08:45 pm)

Almost two decades ago while standing in line at a grocery with my mother, I asked her the worst possible question a five-year-old could ever ask her parent in the middle of a crowded grocery: “Mommy, what’s a condom?”

Silence ensued. Every adult looked at my mother, waiting for her to speak, anticipating how she would explain the cheapest form of contraceptive to a kid who had a teddy bear called Joseph in her arms. After a few seconds, which I am thinking now must have felt like an eternity to my mother, she finally replied. “It’s what boys put on their birdies.” Before I could utter my follow-up question she immediately took me by the wrist, said thank you to the cashier, and we brisk-walked out of the grocery. That night at home, she gave me the 411 on how to make babies, how the condom is not the male version of the sanitary napkin, why Tampons hurt if you’re a virgin, what being a virgin means, and so on and so forth.

Of course, not every adult is as straightforward as my mother was when it comes to the topic of sex, especially not the adults of the era where the Tony Award-Winning musical Spring Awakening is set. As the lights go up on stage, we are taken to 1891 Germany where a group of teenagers are in a crucial point of their lives. We are introduced to the beautiful and innocent Wendla (Kelly Lati), the intelligent and rebellious Melchior (Joaquin Valdes), and the boy driven by questions and wet dreams named Moritz (Nicco Manalo). Along with their friends who are also going thru that ever-so-confusing stage we call puberty, we witness how they deal with the “hard” and “slippery” things the world throws at their direction.

The world isn’t what it used to be 118 years ago – we now live in a place where you could hear ten-year-olds say the words “hot” and “sexy” when they’re describing the Jonas Brothers, where most high-school soirees involve a lot of alcohol and kissing and groping – but “…the issues are still very much the same,” as veteran actress and cast member Cheska Inigo (who plays all the female adult roles) explains. And it’s true: the human anatomy, whether male or female, still hasn’t changed. The questions that teenagers still have about these new, scary, yet exciting urges within their bodies haven’t changed.

Sadly, the questions only keep on piling up as adults choose not to answer any of them. “Until now, I’ve never had the birds-and-the-bees talk with my parents,” said Valdes. If you’re a parent and don’t know how to explain the “birds-and-the-bees” to your child but believe that it’s about time that he or she learns about it, then Spring Awakening is probably the best way to introduce the topic to them. Sure, the songs of the play do contain explicit lyrics and there are scenes that involve nudity, same-sex intimacy and stimulated intercourse, but you can be assured that none of them are presented with any kind of malice. Of course, it’s still your decision whether or not you should bring your kid to the show. It’s more of “Am I ready to answer questions?” than “Is my kid ready to watch this show?”

Thought is suspect, and money is their idol, and nothing is okay unless it’s scripted in their Bible, Melchior sings in “All That’s Known.” For those who haven’t seen the musical or heard the soundtrack, the story of Spring Awakening might seem as if sex and teenage angst are the beginning and the end of it, but don’t let the dark and rebellious mood of the songs “Bitch of Living” and “Totally Fucked” fool you. The conflicts in the story may all be related to raging hormones, but if you look a little bit closer you could see that all of them arise from or are made worse by the failure of institutions – the church, the school, and the home – to guide teenagers in the right direction. (If you spent most of your teenage years in an exclusive catholic school, I’m sure you can’t help but feel as if this play was written about your high school life after seeing it.) Spring Awakening makes a very clear statement: These are the things that all teenagers go through. Obviously, the strategy of telling them to pray and keep it in their pants is very weak to begin with. Now what are we going to do about it?

Spring Awakening, directed by none other than Ms. Chari Arespacochaga, is part of Atlantis Productions’ ongoing 10th anniversary celebration, and ironically, this is the first time most of the cast members will be performing for the company. Rock star Jeff Pangan (who played my favorite character, Officer Lockstock, in Urinetown), Bea Garcia (Ilse) and Yanah Laurel (Thea) are no strangers to the Atlantis stage. There are two members, however, who are completely new to theater. Bossa Nova queen Sitti Navarro plays the sexually abused Marta and Pinoy Dream Academy’s Miguel Mendoza is Georg, the boy who dreams of his piano teacher’s “apples” falling upon him.

Spring Awakening will open this Friday, September 25, at the Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium in RCBC Plaza, Makati and will run until October 18. Call Atlantis Productions at 892-7078 or 840-1187 or visit their website for a complete list of show-buyers.

the child star syndrome

September 12th, 2009 (04:21 am)

the hard thing about showing a great deal of potential when you're young is that you're forced to become better and better as you grow older.

the harder thing is when the people who believed in you and are anticipating your "next best thing" ask you what and how you're doing. at that point you give a sheepish smile then say, "well, i'm working..."

the hardest thing, perhaps, is once you hear these words come out of your mouth, you can't help but feel like a big disappointment. not because you let them down, but because you've let yourself down. where is that feeling that you had in your chest when people knew your name and wanted more of you, that assurance that you actually matter? why are you so unsure of it now? why are you so unsure?

then after some time of indulging in self-pity and regrets, you realize that you are not in showbiz. at least not directly in showbiz. you are not known for being the former-cute-and-cuddly-child-prodigy-turned-trainwreck. you are not just good enough to play so and so's kid in this movie or in that TV show. you are not just good enough for advertising a brand of milk for kids ages four and above. you are not just good enough for endorsing clothes for girls who haven't grown breasts, unruly underarm and bristly pubic hair. unlike them, you were adored, and perhaps even loved, because of what came from the inside, not because of what was already on the surface to begin with. unlike them, you do not have an expiration date.

the promise that has been unintentionally made is still waiting patiently for you to keep it. you are brazen. you have words.

are you, like, my doctor and stuff?

August 4th, 2009 (03:29 pm)
current location: avenue q

it's not unusual to find med students in coffee shops alone with their thick biology books and highlighting each page like hell or a group of them studying together, either quietly or as loud as possible. not sure if the loud ones do this loud reviewing of body parts and vitamins and diseases and chemical reactions intentionally, perhaps to announce that "hey everyone! we're smart and filthy rich that's why we're going to med school!" and in my opinion that is perfectly fine, because i get to eavesdrop and learn at the same time. i'm guessing 8 out of 10 rich people would choose to flaunt what they got, and i don't think there's anything wrong with that.

the annoying thing, however, is when they try to sound so sosyal whenever they talk:

"...so like, you have to make sure that you do the procedure in this way so the potassium wouldn't, like, be blocked from the opening."
"...my lolo was, like, the governor of the place, and he was the one who started this like, totally new government..."
"...these veins, like, run from your fingers to you heart, so you have to be super-duper-extra careful with them..."
"...like oh my god, he brought me a dozen krispy kremes and even offered me a ride home..."
"...it's like that, you know? otherwise your patient won't be able to like, breathe, and there's like this big chance that he would seizure and stuff..."

am i the only one who finds this annoying and scary at the same time? imagine, once these people get to actually practice medicine and you happen to be one of their patients, this is probably how they would talk to you:

"okay, maam, the nurse is going to, like, insert this tube inside your vagina 'coz you can't, like, stand up and go to the bathroom because of your stroke."
"here are the results of your MRI, and, um, it's not, like, good, 'coz you have more than three lumps and stuff."
"i'm sorry to tell you that due to your father's multiple organ failure, he's like, you know, dead."

heaven help us.

No One Belongs Here More Than You

July 28th, 2009 (10:05 pm)
current location: avenue q
the swing o' my mood: drift-y

"Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is really worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise."
— Miranda July

limbo

July 9th, 2009 (12:15 am)

sa ngayon, hindi alam ni surot kung anung balak niyang gawin sa buhay niya.

WANTED: Surot

June 16th, 2009 (03:12 pm)

hello once again world,

i am here to pimp myself.

if you are in need of a writer or a production crew member or a photographer or an english tutor or a dog walker, HIRE ME! and while i would usually charge you a minimum of 2000php for whatever you will ask me to do, this minimum is negotiable and is available to for a limited time only! (in other words, until i get a job, or until july 16.) so what are you waiting for? call or text or email (sarah.matias@gmail.com) or PM me now!

love,
surot

Whatever Happened to Toyang?

May 26th, 2009 (01:21 am)
in my ear: eraserheads - huwag kang matakot

Dear World,

I am beseeching you to watch a musical I co-wrote entitled "Whatever Happened to Toyang?" tonight, May 26 '09, 7PM at the AFP Theater. Tickets only cost php 150 (isipin niyo nalang na nag-Starbucks kayo) and are available at the theater's lobby. I apologize for the very late invitation, I have been preoccupied for the past weeks. It would really mean a lot if you watch the play, for it has been years that the idea for writing and staging this came up, and now that idea has turned into actual song and dance numbers, which I am sure you will enjoy especially if you are an 80's or 90's baby and grew up listening to the Eraserheads. Also, this is the first productive AND creative thing I have done since I graduated from that wonderful world called college. Thank you, and I sincerely hope to see your face in the crowd.

Best,
Surot

wishlist

May 5th, 2009 (12:58 am)
blah

current location: avenue q
the swing o' my mood: blah

for my upcoming 23rd birthday, i would really like to receive the following:

- four boxes of Lesofat or Xenical; or a bottle of L-Carnitine capsules
- a 250G (or higher) external hard drive
- a new iPod, black
- 3k for gym membership
- spa GC
- a new pair of Sanuks (size 6)
- Body Shop's tea tree oil facial wash, tea tree oil facial scrub, tea tree oil
- Pilates DVD

none of these things are cheap, i know, so i'm asking you to buy them for me.=P

(if you would take a closer look at the things that i want, you could definitely say i am nearing or already going through quarter-life crisis. time to listen to more of John Mayer's Heavier Things, then.)

manners mathematics

May 1st, 2009 (02:09 am)
apathetic

current location: avenue q
the swing o' my mood: apathetic

life update:
1. driving lessons are paused and will be resumed after May 26;
2. days just seem to pass by;
3. the weather is fine when you don't have to get out of the house, but when you do, it's a different story; and
4. after four years of teaching teenagers in playshop, you get calloused with the Maartes, Malalandis, Nagmamagandas, Nagmamagalings na Wala Namang Ibubugas, and the Walang Modos.

elaborating on #4, i know being maarte, being malandi, pagmamaganda, and pagmamagaling are expected from their age bracket (13-19). on the other hand, it's the bastos bit that bothers me. being respectful should start the moment you learn how to talk, not even the moment you learn how to think (because thinking and talking are two different bananas, and most people usually confuse the two).

after years of handling and dealing with people, i've come up with this equation:

mahirap + kabastusan = keri lang, pwede pa magbago pag nag-Finishing School, o pag nanalo sa lotto
mayamaman + kabastusan = bastos na talaga. ang silbi nalang nila sa buhay, gamiting peg sa mga kontrabida roles


feel free to share your own theorems, postulates, etc.

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