28 July 2011

Credit

I was one of the many who watched Captain America on its first day of showing yesterday.  And after the two-hour solid movie, I decided to stay for the stinger. I knew there's gonna be a short clip at the end.  As I waited and watched the credits, something hit me.


I have observed that many moviegoers right away stand from their seats and leave the theater after the last scene. Which means that majority ignore the names that roll up the screen. I am guilty of this, too. Well, not until I realized that all those unfamiliar people deserve some respect.


I don't know them (except for the lead) but I thought, behind this movie are hundreds of other persons who worked their butts off to make the film a success.  They might have missed an important celebration, slept less than eight hours, wounded themselves during the filming, skipped a meal - all for their passion of making movies. Yet, many do not realize that. 


It also reminded me that once I have done a few short films as requirements back in college. Sure, they are not comparable to those blockbusters that appear on silver screen.  But I know the experience of revising a script hundred times, carrying equipment and wardrobe from one place to another, shooting a scene repetitively under the heat of the sun, spending sleepless nights editing videos. And as part of the production team, all I wanted was for people to appreciate the film and acknowledge my efforts.


So from now on, I'll make sure to finish the closing credits down to the last person. Those names are reminders that the film we just enjoyed was a collaboration of ideas, time and energy from many individuals whose goal was to give us the best entertainment. They deserve some credit.

18 July 2011

The Perfect Fan

It's not everyday that I tell her how much she means to me. I could simply say that or send a text away, no sweat. But now that I'm all grown up, sometimes I feel awkward to let her know how I feel.  Not today though. Because today, on the occasion of her special day, I am announcing to the whole wide world that my mama is the reason where I am right now. I love her so dearly. And I honestly dunno how to live without her.


Yes, yes, we had our tough moments. We have issues about each other.  But no matter what, she's always there giving her best for me, for us with my siblings. She's sacrificed a lot. But never did she turn her back on us despite our stubbornness and neglectfulness at times. (okay, most of the time).   So here's the lyrics of the song I dedicate to her. I fell in love with it the first time I heard it cause it best describes my mama.


It takes a lot to know what is love
It's not the big thing but the little things
That can mean enough
A lot of players to get me through
And there is never a day that passes by
I don't think of you
You were always there for me
Pushing me and guiding me
Always to succeed


You showed me
When i was young just how to grow
You showed me everything that i should know
You showed me just how to walk without your hands
'Cause mom you always were the perfect fan


God has been so good
Blessing me with the family
Who did all they could
And I've had many years of Grace
And it flatters me when i see a smile on your face
I wanna thank you for what you've done
In hopes I can give back to you
And be the perfect son


You showed me
When i was young just how to grow
You showed me everything that i should know
You showed me just how to walk without your hands
'Cause mom you always were the perfect fan


You showed me how to love
You showed me how to care
You showed me that you would always be there
I wanna thank you for the time
And i'm proud to say you're mine


You showed me
When i was young just how to grow
You showed me everything that i should know
You showed me just how to walk without your hands
'Cause mom you always were the perfect fan


'Cause Mom you always were, Mom you always were
Mom you always were...You know you always were

'Cause Mom you always were the perfect fan


I Love You Mom!



I guess I was three when this was taken.


Happy birthday, Ma. I love you!


For those who are not familiar with the song, click here.

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I've been working on this article for my new blog site.  It’s supposed to come out on my birthday. The thing is, I couldn’t finish it. Probably because I’m trying too much, thinking I’d gain people’s attention by writing impressively.  But long ago I’ve been taught that writing is a way to communicate; an opportunity to express one’s self and not to impress others.

So here I am now being true to myself.  Scribbling the letters with all faithfulness to what I really feel and to what I truly want to say.  It’s just simple. In my twenty-four years of existence, I can say that I have matured.  And I’m continuously working to be a better person.

My life experiences may not be as complicated or as challenging as those of other people.  But just like anybody else, I had my ups and downs, sweet and bitter moments, laughter and tears, peace and anxiety.  I’ve been insecure of other people’s talents.  Uncertainties have scared the hell out of me. And, lately, I’ve been so awfully anxious about a lot of stuff going on around me. Likewise, I've fallen a hundred times and hurt many people. I lied. I cheated. I refused to help. I cursed. I judged. I took advantage. I cried. But life goes on.  

I’ve had some regrets, yes.  Yet I know I cannot live a life full of guilt.  Moving on is the only way. Part of it is to accept who I am, what I can and cannot do, embrace my gifts and be thankful for all the blessings I receive.  Actually, if I take a careful account of my fortune, I could brag on my most valuable treasures: I have a stable job that lets me do things I like, a healthy and loving family, few but true friends who never fall short in fulfilling their duties as my ate’s and kuya’s (that is because they are more mature than me), an affectionate dog who makes me smile every single day, a vigorous and fit body that can finish a 10-kilometer run *ehem*, and so on.

I guess all I’m trying to say is, I’ve somehow come to know myself. In some ways I’ve accepted my weaknesses and used well my strengths to be the best person that I can be. When something is not meant for me, I’m learning to let go.  Yet if I badly want to earn or win something, I realize I have to work hard for it.

There are thousands of things I still need to learn and discover.  But I am more confident now. I am ready to confront the challenges that lie ahead. With patience, tolerance and understanding, I know I can.