The proliferation of Magic Sing, Magic Mic and Ziller means that everytime I turn around, someone is singing “Your Love” by Alamid, or “Alone” by Heart. I mean this literally: the house across the street from us is more than 100 feet away. The family who lives there set up their karaoke machine on their […]
December 13, 2008
For our 58th fight, we holed up in the library in your grandmother’s house. I forget what the fight was about — American politics, drugs, an ex-boyfriend — but the end result was this: you refused to let me talk you out of your bad mood, so I, impatient and pissed, decided to leave. As […]
October 18, 2008
How apt, that while I am preparing for a lengthy trip back to the Philippines, Amir calls me with news that he produced an abridged version of the film we made four years ago, “my break ups into a million pieces.†(He directed/edited/produced, I wrote/produced/was in it.) Parts of it — stuff I said and […]
August 6, 2008
This is a Bubble Gang video about a kid and her nanny. Yes, I could relate, and the actors are FRIKKIN spot on, but I don’t know what it says about me and all of Philippine culture that this is considered hilarious. It perfectly illustrates the power struggle between a nanny and her ward. A […]
September 10, 2007
We were drinking at Penguin Cafe in Manila one night in the ’90s. I think Jasmine Cabrera, BenCab’s daughter, was visiting from London, or maybe it was Mika Oshima, Neil’s daughter, from New York. My sister was there, and Kidlat (brother of Kawayan, progeny of filmmaker Kidlat Tahimik and Katrin de Guia, and a more […]
December 27, 2008
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