Thursday, May 25, 2006
I'm back with a vengeance!!!
Hey friends! Matagal na akong di nakapag-a-update ng blog ko. The reason was because I have been busy these past few months. But then i never really stopped writing. Sometimes kung may creative ideas ako, i write it down on paper muna since i don't have the time to use the computer. Kaya ung ibang mga writings ko na mababasa nyo dito ngayon sa blog ko, though, you've seen it now lang, was actually written before pa, and so i decided to use the date i originally wrote the article,thus baka magulat kayo na chineck nyo ito nuon at wala namang entry, then how come may article dated ng February. That's because I'll be using nga the date I originally wrote the article.
I'll try my best to update my blog na ulit. Welcome ulit kayo. Enjoy reading!
I'll try my best to update my blog na ulit. Welcome ulit kayo. Enjoy reading!
Kainis si Lord!
Nakakainis si Lord! Kapag may kelangan ka di dumadating, pag di mo na kelangan tsaka dadating. Kainis si Lord, he just proves that life is really ironic. Kaya ayan tuloy, love ko sya!
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Why I am Not a Christian?
(The following was written as a required writing in my class in relation to the reading “A Case for Christianity” by C.S. Lewis.)
When I said I am not a Christian, I didn’t mean that I am a Muslim, a Buddhist or worse, an atheist. What I meant was that I am not a born-again Christian or do not belong to the Protestant sect. For you see, I am a Catholic. My parents are of Catholic beliefs, and so are most of my relatives and friends. And I don’t see anything wrong with that. As a Catholic, I am not a pagan, like one lady teacher of mine commented, which really hurt my feelings the first time I heard it. Though I must admit that, yes, my belief, and the people leading it have their own wrong doings and practices that they impose on us, like those images and statues that decorate the churches and cathedrals and where patrons line up to kiss the foot or wipe their hankies on them. BUT I am glad to say I am not one of those people.
When I first stepped here in CECCD, I didn’t know that this was a Christian school. I only learned of it when I came in my first class and everybody was to introduce themselves in front of the class. The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves: our job, age, where we came from, and the church we’re attending. Just imagine how embarrassed I was when I said that I go to this church, Immaculate Conception Parish—when all of my classmates including the teacher are Christians! At the end of the first day of class, the teacher asked me to lead the prayer, and commented something like, “Lead the prayer, just don’t address it to Mama Mary.” I wanted to shrink right there and then in front of the whole class. I felt different, I felt I do not belong... But that has long passed. Even though most of my classmates are Christians, I am confident now that I have made a lot of friends, and these guys accepted me for what I am. Before I continue, let me just point out that, you see, as a Catholic, I don’t find anything wrong for honoring the mother who gave birth to our Savior. And I don’t understand why the Christians are making so much fuss of it. I will stop there. I don’t want to open a discussion for debate here.
Okay, after using my 100 words (I assume) already, just how does this relate to our readings? Well, for one, my writing and the required reading both have the word Christian on its title! Seriously, the reading said something about Moral Laws and how something right can actually be wrong to another, and vice versa. And it is so just like religion. One religion or sect will say they are the right religion, but others will disagree. I can say that being Catholic would save me from damnation, but a Dating Daan would deem not, and that to belong to their religion would. This world has introduced a lot of religion and beliefs already that we do not know now who is right or wrong. I can’t find anything wrong with being a Catholic, but there are some things in your religion, too, that’s pushing me back. All religion or belief say they are right, and all of them teach goodness and righteousness, but do you know that even atheists are taught or encouraged to do good things to mankind, too? As for me, if you find me less faithful, less dedicated, less knowledgeable of the Scriptures, don’t blame my being Catholic. It is me who is doing badly-- by not reading my Bible, by not heeding His call, by not attending Church.
My title went like “why I am not a Christian?”, but if you noticed I didn’t go on saying “…and will never be.” Because the truth is I am “appealable.” I know that maybe someday through someone’s constant prodding, I may become one. I know it’s there--the call, I can feel it. But in the meantime,… I’ll be a Catholic.
When I said I am not a Christian, I didn’t mean that I am a Muslim, a Buddhist or worse, an atheist. What I meant was that I am not a born-again Christian or do not belong to the Protestant sect. For you see, I am a Catholic. My parents are of Catholic beliefs, and so are most of my relatives and friends. And I don’t see anything wrong with that. As a Catholic, I am not a pagan, like one lady teacher of mine commented, which really hurt my feelings the first time I heard it. Though I must admit that, yes, my belief, and the people leading it have their own wrong doings and practices that they impose on us, like those images and statues that decorate the churches and cathedrals and where patrons line up to kiss the foot or wipe their hankies on them. BUT I am glad to say I am not one of those people.
When I first stepped here in CECCD, I didn’t know that this was a Christian school. I only learned of it when I came in my first class and everybody was to introduce themselves in front of the class. The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves: our job, age, where we came from, and the church we’re attending. Just imagine how embarrassed I was when I said that I go to this church, Immaculate Conception Parish—when all of my classmates including the teacher are Christians! At the end of the first day of class, the teacher asked me to lead the prayer, and commented something like, “Lead the prayer, just don’t address it to Mama Mary.” I wanted to shrink right there and then in front of the whole class. I felt different, I felt I do not belong... But that has long passed. Even though most of my classmates are Christians, I am confident now that I have made a lot of friends, and these guys accepted me for what I am. Before I continue, let me just point out that, you see, as a Catholic, I don’t find anything wrong for honoring the mother who gave birth to our Savior. And I don’t understand why the Christians are making so much fuss of it. I will stop there. I don’t want to open a discussion for debate here.
Okay, after using my 100 words (I assume) already, just how does this relate to our readings? Well, for one, my writing and the required reading both have the word Christian on its title! Seriously, the reading said something about Moral Laws and how something right can actually be wrong to another, and vice versa. And it is so just like religion. One religion or sect will say they are the right religion, but others will disagree. I can say that being Catholic would save me from damnation, but a Dating Daan would deem not, and that to belong to their religion would. This world has introduced a lot of religion and beliefs already that we do not know now who is right or wrong. I can’t find anything wrong with being a Catholic, but there are some things in your religion, too, that’s pushing me back. All religion or belief say they are right, and all of them teach goodness and righteousness, but do you know that even atheists are taught or encouraged to do good things to mankind, too? As for me, if you find me less faithful, less dedicated, less knowledgeable of the Scriptures, don’t blame my being Catholic. It is me who is doing badly-- by not reading my Bible, by not heeding His call, by not attending Church.
My title went like “why I am not a Christian?”, but if you noticed I didn’t go on saying “…and will never be.” Because the truth is I am “appealable.” I know that maybe someday through someone’s constant prodding, I may become one. I know it’s there--the call, I can feel it. But in the meantime,… I’ll be a Catholic.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Confessions of a Totally Obssessed and Desperate Me
I have some confessions to make:
- I actually secretly prayed that someone would come and confess true love to the bride of my love. One reason for the bride to back out of the wedding, and the result would
be there’ll be no wedding at all!
- Yes, I secretly prayed that their wedding will not push through. And I don’t care for the reason or what would cause it, just as long as it will not push through. Thus, my chance (again?)
- I also secretly prayed that we could meet and see each other again before he leaves for UK.
And because you are all reading this now, I guess these are not secret anymore, are they? Aaargh…Damn it! I’m so wasted I want to die!
All of these prayers were not granted. You know those chain letters and stuffs in e-mails that promise to grant your wishes and give you good luck? I forwarded it all. Pinatulan ko lahat just because I needed all the lucks and wishes I can have. I really prayed hard to God for the above pleas to take shape. Kaya lang ang sasama yata ng prayers ko kaya walang na-grant. Or maybe it is because I prayed to the wrong “Being”! (Lolz) Come to think of it, yeah, I think it lessened my belief in God. I know I shouldn’t. But I can’t help questioning Him why some people are happy and me not. Huh! What am I talking about? Didn’t He grant some of my wishes, too? Like my job now, my family’s safety, my blessings! If my teachers and Christian friends read this, they will surely give me a good spanking, hahaha!
And so now, these are my confessions. I am now to recite 10 Our Fathers, 10 Hail Marys and 10 Glory Be’s to save my soul…
- I actually secretly prayed that someone would come and confess true love to the bride of my love. One reason for the bride to back out of the wedding, and the result would
be there’ll be no wedding at all!
- Yes, I secretly prayed that their wedding will not push through. And I don’t care for the reason or what would cause it, just as long as it will not push through. Thus, my chance (again?)
- I also secretly prayed that we could meet and see each other again before he leaves for UK.
And because you are all reading this now, I guess these are not secret anymore, are they? Aaargh…Damn it! I’m so wasted I want to die!
All of these prayers were not granted. You know those chain letters and stuffs in e-mails that promise to grant your wishes and give you good luck? I forwarded it all. Pinatulan ko lahat just because I needed all the lucks and wishes I can have. I really prayed hard to God for the above pleas to take shape. Kaya lang ang sasama yata ng prayers ko kaya walang na-grant. Or maybe it is because I prayed to the wrong “Being”! (Lolz) Come to think of it, yeah, I think it lessened my belief in God. I know I shouldn’t. But I can’t help questioning Him why some people are happy and me not. Huh! What am I talking about? Didn’t He grant some of my wishes, too? Like my job now, my family’s safety, my blessings! If my teachers and Christian friends read this, they will surely give me a good spanking, hahaha!
And so now, these are my confessions. I am now to recite 10 Our Fathers, 10 Hail Marys and 10 Glory Be’s to save my soul…
Monday, July 25, 2005
SOLA o State of My Life Address
Sa katagalan kong nawala sa sirkulasyon ng conference at di pagkikita sa mga friendship ko, malamang lahat sila e nagtatanong na ngayon kung kamusta na ako at ano na kalagayan ng buhay ko. Kung mataba na ba ako o may boyfriend na ba ako?
Dahil bukas ay maglalabas si PGMA ng kanyang SONA o State of the Nation Address, at ilang pulitiko at grupo na rin ang naglabas ng kani-kanilang version ng SONA, I decided to jump the bandwagon and make my own. And so here is the summarized happenings in my life (o kung life nga bang matatawag ito!).
- Dahil may trabaho na ako, ito na naman at nangangalu-mata na naman ako. In fact, binibiro ko nga ang mga kaibigan ko na nangitim ako dahil kumalat na ang dark circles around my eyes sa buong mukha ko. Sa totoo lang, di ko akalain ang hirap pala magtrabaho at mag-aral at the same time. Mga 5 – 6 hours na lang ang tulog ko sa mga araw na may pasok ako.
- Dahil sa 15 hours a day na inilalagi ko sa work at sa school 3 beses sa isang linggo, nawalan na rin ako ng social life. Di na ko nakakapag-mall ng ganun kadalas at di ko na rin alam ang nangyayari sa outside world. Di na ako gaano nakakapag-computer at di na rin nakaka-chat ang mga barkada ko. Ni hindi ko na nga rin madalas ma-update itong blog ko. Di na rin ako updated sa blog ng mga kaibigan ko. In fact, pati panunuod ng tv ay passé na rin sa akin. During weekends ko na lang halos nagagawa ang mga ito.
- Ang kagandahan lang ng pagkakaroon ko ng trabaho ay may kaperahan lagi. Nakakapanuod na ulit ako ng sine at nakakakain sa labas pag napag-tripan ko. Nakakabili na rin ako ng ilang gamit sa sarili. Gayunpaman, tulad ng sinabi ko, nagagawa ko lang ito during weekends.
- Bagama’t talagang marami ang nakakapansin na nangangalu-mata ako, mas marami din ang nakapansin na mas tumaba ako. Paano ba naman hindi, e kung anong kulang ko sa tulog, e sya namang bawi ko sa pagkain. Pero minsan naiisip ko rin na hindi naman yata pagkain ang nagpataba sa akin, kundi natural na pangyayari lang ito sa buhay ko at ang tawag dito ay mid-life crisis. Hindi ba ang mga babaeng dumadating na sa edad na 30 ay mas nareretain ang water sa katawan at di na rin ganun kabilis ang metabolism? Thus, the pananaba ng katawan.
- Sa mga oras na ginagawa ko ang post na eto, nakasal na at malamang ay nagse-second honeymoon na ang lalaking pinakagusto ko at ibig sabihin nun ay ang lalong kawalang pag-asa ko na magkatuluyan pa kami! Waaaahuhuhu! Pero okay lang kahit zero ang love life ko. May bago na akong crush. Kasabayan ko sya sa pila ng FX. Madalas kaming magkita sa pila pero wala lang. Pero nung isang beses kinausap nya ko na ikinagulat ko. Aba! Alam kaya nya na masyado syang cute para kausapin ako. Yun nga lang, ang pinag-usapan naman namin ay tungkol din naman sa pagsakay ng FX, but it was enough para kumislap ang mga mata kong ulit! Hehehehe! Ang di ko nga lang alam ay pano ko magle-level up pagkatapos ng maikling usapan na iyon. Wala naman sigurong mangyayari kung the most I can do is see him sa pila at kung makasabay nga sya sa FX e magkatinginan lang kami noh!?
- Okay, despite of my pagod and my stressed life, something always de-stresses me and gives me a young heart, at yan ay walang iba kundi ang mga pupils ko na mga sobrang young din. Although these pupils of mine are the same people that will give me a heart attack, their innocence and their ka-cute-an really make me laugh and straighten the wrinkles in my face.
So in case, mga friendship magkita tayo sa daan, maaari nyo na akong di tanungin kung kamusta na ako dahil kahit papano e may idea na kayo kung anong happenings ng life ko. Pero one good thing about this, meron na tayong topic for discussion---ang pinagsusulat ko dito! And before I end this post, I just want to air one thing na I think I need to air…
Hoy! Mga lintek kayong mga pulitiko kayo at mga walang magawang political group! Kung ayaw nyo manahimik at tumiwasay ang buhay, pwes kami gusto namin! Hindi na ko sasali sa kung ano mang Edsa Revolution pang mangyayari dahil sawa na ko kaka-rebolusyon (ng tiyan ko!) Umuwi na lang kayo ng bahay nyo at mag-blog na rin lang kayo ha!
Monday, June 27, 2005
OF LEAVING AND GOODBYES...
In these hard times, economic depression of our country, more and more Filipinos are leaving the country to work abroad. To earn dollars, pounds, yen, riyal, etc. so as to provide a better future for their family.
There’s nothing wrong with people leaving and going abroad, it’s just so difficult to know that these people leaving and going are the people we love most…our father, mother, sister, brother, best friends. They are not dead anyway, and we have this knowledge that they will be coming back eventually, maybe after several months, a year or two. We should be happy to know that they’ll be bringing “pasalubong” of imported “twalya,” and “sabon.” And if you’re lucky enough, a few bars of chocolates, too!
But on that day that they left and promise to come back, what if they didn’t? Look at Flor Contemplacion, when she came back, she came back inside a coffin. Or how about Robert Tarongoy who had been abducted in Iraq and we almost thought he is dead, until he came back after 8 months of being hostaged?
I should know how lonely goodbyes are. My father is an OFW. He’s been working in the land of oils for 14 years now. I missed him a lot and if he had been here, I could be following his footsteps already and would have been a great cook or chef by now, if only he had taught me to cook. Other than my father, I have several cousins and friends working abroad, too. A bestfriend, a brother and a special friend bade goodbye as well. Furthermore, I know a lot of friends who bother to queue the kilometric line of people trying to get passport in DFA. And because more and more of them are leaving, the lesser attendees there are in reunions, on social gatherings and other functions. The lesser number of images in group and family pictures, too!
I have my own story of goodbye and never coming back, too. He was that special friend of mine. No, the Lord didn’t take him, neither is he missing. He left for Europe in December of 2001, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each other again when he comes back after 2 years. And I have always looked forward to that time I’ll see him again. And he did come back. The first time was in March 2004, and he came back again last December, he stayed till January of this year. Yes, he came back but we never said hello again because we were not able to see each other again. This coming July, he will be coming home again here in Manila, but I doubt if I’ll see him this time or if I ever will! This July, he’ll be coming home… to marry the Filipina girl he met in Europe.
There’s nothing wrong with people leaving and going abroad, it’s just so difficult to know that these people leaving and going are the people we love most…our father, mother, sister, brother, best friends. They are not dead anyway, and we have this knowledge that they will be coming back eventually, maybe after several months, a year or two. We should be happy to know that they’ll be bringing “pasalubong” of imported “twalya,” and “sabon.” And if you’re lucky enough, a few bars of chocolates, too!
But on that day that they left and promise to come back, what if they didn’t? Look at Flor Contemplacion, when she came back, she came back inside a coffin. Or how about Robert Tarongoy who had been abducted in Iraq and we almost thought he is dead, until he came back after 8 months of being hostaged?
I should know how lonely goodbyes are. My father is an OFW. He’s been working in the land of oils for 14 years now. I missed him a lot and if he had been here, I could be following his footsteps already and would have been a great cook or chef by now, if only he had taught me to cook. Other than my father, I have several cousins and friends working abroad, too. A bestfriend, a brother and a special friend bade goodbye as well. Furthermore, I know a lot of friends who bother to queue the kilometric line of people trying to get passport in DFA. And because more and more of them are leaving, the lesser attendees there are in reunions, on social gatherings and other functions. The lesser number of images in group and family pictures, too!
I have my own story of goodbye and never coming back, too. He was that special friend of mine. No, the Lord didn’t take him, neither is he missing. He left for Europe in December of 2001, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each other again when he comes back after 2 years. And I have always looked forward to that time I’ll see him again. And he did come back. The first time was in March 2004, and he came back again last December, he stayed till January of this year. Yes, he came back but we never said hello again because we were not able to see each other again. This coming July, he will be coming home again here in Manila, but I doubt if I’ll see him this time or if I ever will! This July, he’ll be coming home… to marry the Filipina girl he met in Europe.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
MY JERK CHAT MATE
Yesterday, after 2 weeks of not having a chance to go online, I finally got the time to do so. When I opened my Yahoo Messenger, nobody from my regular chat mates was there. It’s actually understandable since it is a Saturday. And Saturday usually means no work for my barkada. And my regular chat mates, who are also my barkada uses their company’s computer. Aside from my barkada, there is this one person I look forward talking to. He is a chat mate from Ireland. His name is Peter. I met Peter in a chat room in Ireland. He got my interest because I’m actually in an Ireland chatroom and yet somebody spoke in Filipino. So I sent him an instant message asking if he was a Filipino for he spoke Tagalog. He said he was Irish and he learned Filipino language thru a Filipina ex-girlfriend. We chatted regularly after that.
After some time, I introduced Peter to another friend of mine named Teri. Teri also works with a computer in the office and she is more often than not online. So he and Peter chatted more regularly than Peter and I do. Peter, by the way, is always online, too. He opens his computer before going to bed and opens his computer first thing in the morning before going to work.. I, on the other hand, only open my computer when I am home and only on my free time. So basically, Peter, Teri and I are basically “cyber” friends for 8 months now.
Now, Peter works for a telecom company in Ireland, and is usually sent to other countries to deal with other companies. Just recently he went to China. And Teri and I prodded him to drop by in the Philippines since only a small body of water separates China and the Philippines. (So you think that South China Sea is just a small body of water???) Anyways, he never got here. His excuse was his mobile phone was not working in China, that’s why we were not able to coordinate properly his visit here.
Yesterday afternoon, Peter and I got to chat again. And we didn’t end our conversation on good terms. And that is because I found out that he is such a jerk! I found this out after he got home from China. We were able to chat after he got from China, after quite some time of talking about nice things, he suddenly said that he likes me, and that he doesn’t just like me but that he REALLY likes me! That was fine with me, but in my part, I didn’t say I like him back. Though I find him nice and smart, I just don’t believe in long distance relationship. The day after that night we chatted, Teri and I got to talk on the telephone. And Teri told me that she was disappointed that Peter never made it to Manila. She said she was looking forward to meeting Peter because Peter already confessed his love for her! What???!!! But wait a minute, didn’t he just tell me last night that he REALLY likes me?! I asked myself in thoughts. But not wanting to break Teri’s state of nirvana, I kept the thoughts to myself and told Teri that I am happy of how their relationship is progressing. Yesterday when I got to talk to Peter, I let him feel how I hated him and how I think he is such a jerk. But didn’t exactly tell him what I have found out. And by now, I know he is all confused (lolz). I didn’t tell him that I think he is either fooling Teri or he’s fooling me or he’s fooling both of us!
To end the story, I just found out one thing: That all men are gago! And being gago knows no nationality! Filipino men are gago and so are Irish men and maybe Americans and British, too! Basta all men are gago! And if there is one most gago man out there, he is a Filipino and his name is Jonathan! And all of you gago men out there, maghanda na kayo dahil malapit na ang paglilitis. At ang unang kukunin ni Taning ay ang mga taong gago! Bwahahahaha!
“Men are not God’s gift to women.” - Anonymous
After some time, I introduced Peter to another friend of mine named Teri. Teri also works with a computer in the office and she is more often than not online. So he and Peter chatted more regularly than Peter and I do. Peter, by the way, is always online, too. He opens his computer before going to bed and opens his computer first thing in the morning before going to work.. I, on the other hand, only open my computer when I am home and only on my free time. So basically, Peter, Teri and I are basically “cyber” friends for 8 months now.
Now, Peter works for a telecom company in Ireland, and is usually sent to other countries to deal with other companies. Just recently he went to China. And Teri and I prodded him to drop by in the Philippines since only a small body of water separates China and the Philippines. (So you think that South China Sea is just a small body of water???) Anyways, he never got here. His excuse was his mobile phone was not working in China, that’s why we were not able to coordinate properly his visit here.
Yesterday afternoon, Peter and I got to chat again. And we didn’t end our conversation on good terms. And that is because I found out that he is such a jerk! I found this out after he got home from China. We were able to chat after he got from China, after quite some time of talking about nice things, he suddenly said that he likes me, and that he doesn’t just like me but that he REALLY likes me! That was fine with me, but in my part, I didn’t say I like him back. Though I find him nice and smart, I just don’t believe in long distance relationship. The day after that night we chatted, Teri and I got to talk on the telephone. And Teri told me that she was disappointed that Peter never made it to Manila. She said she was looking forward to meeting Peter because Peter already confessed his love for her! What???!!! But wait a minute, didn’t he just tell me last night that he REALLY likes me?! I asked myself in thoughts. But not wanting to break Teri’s state of nirvana, I kept the thoughts to myself and told Teri that I am happy of how their relationship is progressing. Yesterday when I got to talk to Peter, I let him feel how I hated him and how I think he is such a jerk. But didn’t exactly tell him what I have found out. And by now, I know he is all confused (lolz). I didn’t tell him that I think he is either fooling Teri or he’s fooling me or he’s fooling both of us!
To end the story, I just found out one thing: That all men are gago! And being gago knows no nationality! Filipino men are gago and so are Irish men and maybe Americans and British, too! Basta all men are gago! And if there is one most gago man out there, he is a Filipino and his name is Jonathan! And all of you gago men out there, maghanda na kayo dahil malapit na ang paglilitis. At ang unang kukunin ni Taning ay ang mga taong gago! Bwahahahaha!
“Men are not God’s gift to women.” - Anonymous
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Mad About Star Wars
“In a galaxy far, far away…”
Who wouldn’t recognize that first line? All 6 Star Wars movie carried that epilogue!
With so much publicity going on with the latest prequel of the Star Wars movie, who would dare miss it! We’ve heard about the Star Wars fans in Jedi costumes in America lining up 48 hours before the first day of showing of the movie and even had a countdown up to the day of the opening. Even Pugad Baboy had been having Star Wars as topic for days now.
And so, yesterday, Sheril, her brother, Tikboy and I watched the movie Star Wars in Megamall. It had been a long time since the last time I went to a movie. But this is one movie that you (and I) should not miss, especially if you had seen the last 2 prequel. I cannot really say that I am a self-confess Star Wars fanatic. I would have to admit that I was not able to see the first 3 Star Wars movies that came out in ‘80s. It was just not my era. I was too young then, I guess, to really go to the movies. Or blame our poverty that we cannot afford to go to a movie! That’s why I am not so familiar with Luke Skywalker and the rest of the gang. Good thing it was released in digital format in VCDs and DVDs so I can catch up with the story.
For that reason, I would have to base my criticism from the last 3 prequels of the George Lucas film. First, I would like to applaud George Lucas for creating such a great movie that visualized a galactic war, with the characters using the most high tech weapons. But it is just not a film about war or about spaceships and aliens, he made sure that he put emotions to it. There was the drama of Anakin, of leaving behind his mother, of his love for Queen Padme Amidala. If you have seen the first 3 movies in the ‘80s (A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi) and the prequels (Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones and the newest Revenge of the Sith) of the new millennium, ang galing, di ba? When I saw the first prequel, un pa lang, I got addicted to it na. I fell in love with Obi Wan Kenobi, with Princess Amidala and the young Anakin Skywalker. And so I promised myself na I will follow the story. If you’ve seen the 80’s Star Wars, it’s like knowing the story of this latest movie, Revenge of the Sith. We all know that the young Anakin who was prophesied to bring balance to the force was lured to the dark force and eventually became Darth Vader. So if I know that, why still watch it? Because like all other Star Wars fans, I love a good geek movie. And most of all, would I miss Yoda fighting enemies bigger than him? No way!!!!
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Who wouldn’t recognize that first line? All 6 Star Wars movie carried that epilogue!
With so much publicity going on with the latest prequel of the Star Wars movie, who would dare miss it! We’ve heard about the Star Wars fans in Jedi costumes in America lining up 48 hours before the first day of showing of the movie and even had a countdown up to the day of the opening. Even Pugad Baboy had been having Star Wars as topic for days now.
And so, yesterday, Sheril, her brother, Tikboy and I watched the movie Star Wars in Megamall. It had been a long time since the last time I went to a movie. But this is one movie that you (and I) should not miss, especially if you had seen the last 2 prequel. I cannot really say that I am a self-confess Star Wars fanatic. I would have to admit that I was not able to see the first 3 Star Wars movies that came out in ‘80s. It was just not my era. I was too young then, I guess, to really go to the movies. Or blame our poverty that we cannot afford to go to a movie! That’s why I am not so familiar with Luke Skywalker and the rest of the gang. Good thing it was released in digital format in VCDs and DVDs so I can catch up with the story.
For that reason, I would have to base my criticism from the last 3 prequels of the George Lucas film. First, I would like to applaud George Lucas for creating such a great movie that visualized a galactic war, with the characters using the most high tech weapons. But it is just not a film about war or about spaceships and aliens, he made sure that he put emotions to it. There was the drama of Anakin, of leaving behind his mother, of his love for Queen Padme Amidala. If you have seen the first 3 movies in the ‘80s (A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi) and the prequels (Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones and the newest Revenge of the Sith) of the new millennium, ang galing, di ba? When I saw the first prequel, un pa lang, I got addicted to it na. I fell in love with Obi Wan Kenobi, with Princess Amidala and the young Anakin Skywalker. And so I promised myself na I will follow the story. If you’ve seen the 80’s Star Wars, it’s like knowing the story of this latest movie, Revenge of the Sith. We all know that the young Anakin who was prophesied to bring balance to the force was lured to the dark force and eventually became Darth Vader. So if I know that, why still watch it? Because like all other Star Wars fans, I love a good geek movie. And most of all, would I miss Yoda fighting enemies bigger than him? No way!!!!
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