Another Almighty In Production

“And that’s the way the cookie crumbles…” was Jim Carey’s famous line as Bruce Nolan in the 2003 comedy flick Bruce Almighty. This has got to be one of my favorite comedy films ever! Unforgettably hilarious! I could still remember some scenes clearly even though it has been more than a year since I’ve last watched the full film.

One particular scene that I could never ever get out of my mind was that of Steve Carell’s(40-Year Old Virgin, Bewitched, Over the Hedge). The one where Bruce(Carey), in a desperate urge to oust and replace Evan(Carell) in his position as news anchor, uses his power to mislead his culprit. In the scene, Evan, together with his fellow anchor Susan(Catherine Bell), is in the midst of an on-air report and Bruce alters the prompter into gibberish…causing chaos in the newsroom which apparently lead to Evan’s termination. It was, for me, the funniest scene in the whole movie. Carell did a spectacular job!

Yes, Carell indeed was spectacular as Evan that Universal Pictures actually decided to turn him into an Almighty as, well. Yes, peepz…a Bruce Almighty 2 is now in production and it’s entitled Evan Almighty with, of course, Steve Carell playing the lead.

The synopsis goes below:

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Back From the Get-Together

Just got back from our Clan Reunion. I had a great time out there! It wasn’t that perfect an event but then I always make it a point to have fun. The KJ’s were the ones who didn’t enjoy…lol! Putol ang diet. Just couldn’t resist the food. Hehe! Also met a lot of my nieces and nephews who are actually older than me. (I’ve got tens of ‘em)

Anyways…the reunion was held in Villarica, Midsayap…my Mom’s hometown. Relatives came all the way from Davao, Iligan, CDO, Bukidnon, Baguio, and even from outside the country. That was the second grand reunion of the Filipinas clan. (Yep…that’s my middle name…our country’s name, with an “F”.Hihi!) The first one(last year) was held at my cousin Butch’s farm in Bukidnon. Horseback riding is one my fondest memories during that first grand get-together.

Speaking of Bukidnon, before making it home to Davao last Sunday, just as we were supposed to, Ma and I were invited by another couzin from Bukidnon to spend the night at their pad in Valencia. It was spontaneous, really. We never planned to make a sidetrip, but Ma agreed anyway. And I couldn’t have been more ecstatic! I was like..yaaaaaaay!!! And so, off we went from Midsayap to Valencia, instead of Davao.

It has always been a pleasure to be in Bukidnon. Though I’ve been there a thousand times already, each trip I make towards there never gets less exciting for me. I just loooove the cool air…the rolling hills and mountains…the peacefulness…the zigzag road towards it…everything! It was just so sad we only had a night to spend over there. Tsk.

Hmm…that was quite a long weekend. A memorable one, too. The next reunion for our clan, Davao will be host. Tentative plans have been made already. That would be uh…two years from now. They’re kind of expecting a lot. So I think there’s gonna be much preparing. Anyway, we’ve got the whole year to plan. Meantime, it’s good to just remember those fun moments during the previous gatherings and at the same time, consider what went a little off course so the next time would be better.

The Impossible Smile

At some point during my high school years, I was one of the ladies on this planet who was crazily smitten over one of the greatest actors to ever land on Hollywood…the man with the million-dollar smile…Thomas Cruise Mapother IV…or simply, Tom Cruise. He intrigued me in Interview with the Vampire, touched my heart in Far and Away, knocked me off my feet in M:I:II, had me respect him a lot as an actor in Rain Man, and held me captive as an avid fan in Jerry Maguire.

Labeled by Premiere as the most powerful actor in the world, and by another magazine as the greatest actor in Hollywood, one wouldn’t wonder why this guy has almost half of the women population on earth drooling over him. He grins, and uhhh, man…I’m just…gooone! He’s quite a charm, it’s more than obvious. The women in his life would greatly attest to that.

First, it was actress Mimi Rogers, whom he was married with for 3 years(they were officially divorced on my 3rd birthday…lol!). And then there’s the Aussie redhead enchantress Nicole Kidman, whom he had two adopted kids with. I was heartbroken when they got divorced. I was just a heeeyoooooge Tom-Nic fan. But definitely the 10-year marriage was something. Marriages like that, in Hollywood, don’t come in loads, ya know. Then Pé came…I mean Penelopé Cruz, his Vanilla Sky co-star. Pé was what Tom called her. I detested her at those times, thinking that she probably was the reason for Nic and Tom’s divorce. They dated for about 3 years. Quite a couple, huh? The only lady he was with(publicly) who was shorter than him. But then, if it’s Tom Cruise, would the height still matter? Well…Katherine Noelle Holmes(*grin) certainly didn’t mind. Yep, that’s Katie Holmes‘ full name. Tom sure is besotted with her. Make that besotted, times two! Man, he’s sooo taken with her…and vice versa. The Oprah interview, which he had about a year ago, simply tells it all. This clip is a chunk of the 42-minute talk show episode. I watched it(the full interview) about an hour ago and was kinda taken aback with how Tom was. It was the first time for me to watch the whole show. All I saw before were just excerpts and clips.

As I was watching the whole thing, you know..the whole jumping-on-the-couch and getting-on-the-floor thing…I couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true. I mean…I’m fanatic, not insensible. While I go gaga over my favorite Hollywood hunks, I don’t skip reminding myself that behind the camera, they’re not fairy tale heroes anymore…they’re simply humans with as much body parts and probable emotions as I have. Their only edge is that they get to be whoever they want to be in front of the whole world. But then, that’s where the point comes in. Is the persona they’re trying to project in front of millions the same as who they actually are?

In Tom’s case, the answer to that, according to directing genius Steven Spielberg, is a yes. He says on a videotape during that Oprah interview…“What you see, on your show, Oprah, what your audience sees with Tom, is how I know Tom. There are no secrets, he doesn’t have an agenda.”. Hmm…that’s pretty comforting. But then, you’ll never know. I don’t completely buy it…but for old times’ sake, I give Tom Cruise the benefit of the doubt…just as I do all my other favorite stars.

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A Night With Friends

Woke up this morning with this strange throbbing on the upper part of my back. At first, it didn’t occur to me how I came down with the discomfort. And then I realized in seconds as I was roused by the stroke of sunshine on my face…the halter top I wore to the party last night did it! “Aaaaaaaawwwcccchh…”, I slurred as I sat up.

Last night, a friend in high school celebrated her debut. During our past 2 years in college, the girls in the classroom’s 18th birthdays were our usual means of getting together and catching up on each other’s lives. My debut celebration was the first one in the class…last night’s debutante’s was the last one. Every lady in the class has already been officially welcomed to the world of adulthood.

Wow! It’s such a wonder how time flies so fast! Yesterday, we were silly kids in the quadrangle of our high school alma mater playing patintero, today we’re so-called ladies and gents walking around in our casual attires making wishes for our now-adult former classmates. It’s rather a bit sad knowing our seeing other would now be lessened. But then, that has always been inevitable.

Enough with the despondent overtone!

We had a great time last night! It had been a while since we all have last been together like that and everybody was just ecstatic over the event. My celebrant friend had me, and a college friend of hers to compere the program. 18 treasures, 18 revelations, and 18 roses composed half of the celebration(the other big half, of course, was the dinner…wahihihi!). The 18 revelations, as what me and my co-host mentioned last night, was(and is always), the most crucial part of the program, where the debutante is concerned. Why? ‘Cause there’s as much marvelously flattering things as there are crucifying exposés to be mentioned about you! Lol! Stuff that your family and/or your other friends may not know about you(stuff that you wouldn’t necessarily have them know). Okay, maybe I overstated a bit. But basically, it is like that. Hehe!

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Upcoming Dance Flick

Apart from music, dance is another area that really interests me. I consider dancing as an expression of one’s feeling. Dancing, for me, means freedom to be whoever you want to be at a moment. Some of the most profound mintes in my life were spent in dancing. I just love the liberty in it.

Anyway…since I love dancing and movies at the same time, I have always been fond of watching movies which has dance as the main theme. Modern, ballroom, hip hop, jazz, even cheerleading…it doesn’t matter what category, as long as it’s dance, I shall be stimulated to check out the flick. I’m mainly interested in the dance routines and the choreography that the cast does. A meaningful storyline would simply be a plus.

A number of what I’ve watched are Dirty Dancing:Havana Nights(still didn’t get the chance to watch the original..but I’ve been wanting to), One Last Dance(amazingly good! Swayze and his wife, Lisa, are aaaawsuum!), Save the Last Dance, Center Stage, Dance With Me, Bring It On, Bring It On Again, You Got Served(I would love for them to make a sequel to this), and most recently, Shall We Dance. Don’t know if I missed a thing. Now there’s another one I’m watching out for…

It has got Antonio Banderas playing the lead…and taking the lead in this upcoming dance flick entitled Take the Lead. It’s probably Shall We Dance with a twist of You Got Served. Interesting, huh? Ballroom with a twist of hiphop. Hmm…I simply can’t wait. Just check out the flick’s official site…and see fo yo self! Oh and pump up your volume as you surf!

Trapped

I read something minutes ago. And I don’t know if I was meant to read it. I don’t know if he purposefully let me read it.

I just can’t help but wonder who he was talking about. And I most certainly couldn’t help but match certain puzzles…connect certain pm’s to some of his posts.

What was that all about, anyway? (Gosh, I somehow wish you were reading this…maybe you are..maybe you aren’t..but if you are then let me know. I’m certain you’d know it is you I’m speaking of, anyway.).

You had no business puzzling me like that(or maybe you had). Why those messages, anyway? Damn! I feel so trapped. You put me into this maze and I couldn’t move ‘coz I’m afraid of being lead into the wrong direction and I might never be able to get back.

I totally miss the friendship. Totally. I miss the old times. You may not know this but those were the most meaningful days of my life. I don’t recall ever feeling that…peaceful. And honored. You were one of the few who made me feel life…and the good things in it. Our friendship has always been(and would always be) something I would hold in my heart for as long as I live.

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Random Contemplation

I was sitting in my room this afternoon thinking about…stuff…and my mind randomly came across this particular line from the ‘98 Meg Ryan-Tom Hanks big screen reunion flick You’ve Got Mail. Joe(Hanks) got stuck in an elevator on his way to his apartment. While being stuck inside, waiting for rescue, he and the others who were inside talked about what they would be doing if they ever got out of the elevator. Later on, he relays the event to his online buddy Kathleen(Ryan). Joe says to Kathleen…“There was a man sitting in the elevator with me, who knew exactly what he wanted…and I found myself wishing I were as lucky as he.”

Just like Joe, I kinda found myself wishing, too, that I were as lucky as that guy who knew what he was gonna do after he got out of the elevator. I mean not that I’m stuck in an elevator or anything, but my life…it just seems rather..unsure.

People always talk about never being afraid to reach for our star. To go for your dreams. To always have faith. Well, I don’t exactly have a problem doing that. On the contrary, I’d think my problem is even bigger ‘coz I kind of don’t know what I want with my life. The general objectives are in tact, but the slots for the specific ones remain unfilled.

I think it’s probably because of wanting so much to do with my life. I mean…how could you possibly be reaching for your star when there’s about a hundred of them up there and you don’t know which one to reach for?

What do I really really want? I’ve been figuring it out for as long as I can remember. At one time during my high school years, I thought about it, too and I figured that maybe I should start by remembering ‘what I wanted to be ‘ when I was little. Kindegarten little. And so I looked for my yearbook ‘coz I recalled that there was this “I want to be a…” section under our graduation pictures. And as I looked through the pages and found my profile, guess what I wanted to be…a nun. I was flabbergasted and awed at the same time with what I read. I mean, I don’t remember ever wanting to be a nun in all my years of growing up. After having been stunned by my somewhat rediscovery of my then-ambition, I did a little soul-searching and tried to delve into my conscience, asking if I still wanted to be that(a nun). And well…I uh…I kinda wondered how I ever got into the notion. I just didn’t see myself as one. Still don’t. Not there’s anything wrong in being one, it’s just that I find that there’s something not right about my being one.

Ok…so at least at that point I moved a half a step forward by finding out I wasn’t going to be one thing. But ’til now, I still don’t know what another thing I am gonna be. Thaaat’s right. I haven’t got it all figured out yet. That’s what I’m always praying for now. Guidance and enlightenment.

I pray that I’m not in the wrong path. And I pray that if I were in the wrong path, He’d be with me all along. That way, it wouldn’t be so wrong after all…’coz I know that whatever path I am now in, if He’s always gonna be with me, then it would feel right all along. *xhale*

Lead me please.

To Mom

To one of the two reasons why I’m brought to this world…to the one who is the biggest reason why I am what I am today…and to the one sent by God to teach me what love is like…

Happy Mother’s day, Ma!

No words could ever express this gratefulness for everything you’ve done for me. You are more than just my Mom…you’re my angel.

The Next Bond

Daniel Craig, 38, is officially gonna be the next James Bond. The first and only time I’ve seen this guy act was in Tomb Raider, opposite Angelina Jolie as Lara Croft.
I think he did pretty well and he’s a looker, too. But as a Double 0? Hmm…I think he rather doesn’t look the part.

There were other next-James-Bond choices whom I’d have gone for(in terms of looks, particularly).

Aussie hottie Julian McMahon is one. I’ve been completely taken by him since his Charmed days. He was one big reason why I watched Charmed even if it was way past my uh…then-curfew for TV. Lol! He also did very well in Fantastic Four. I only wonder why Craig was chosen over him. Hmm.

47-year-old Rupert Everett is another choice. Looking at that pic of his made me say he faceically qualified to be the next Bond. *grin* I’ve seen him in The Next Best Thing acting opposite Madonna. Not Bad.

Hmm..moving on…
Hugh Jackman(oh, boy!), was also one of the choices. In fact, in most online surveys, he often got the most vote on being next in line to Brosnan. But apparently, even his ass-kicking roles in X-Men and Van Helsing didn’t get him to play as a Double O.

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Wide Awake

It’s kinda late and I’m wide awake! I don’t really know if that’s a good thing or not.

That’s why I don’t like sleeping and drinking coffee in daylight…’coz they double my insomia attacks the night later. Arrrrhhg! I’m not in the least feeling sleepy. And I doubt if I’ll get sleepy in a short while. I’ll probably stay awake the whole night…

Naaaah…tsk…baloney!

Hmm…so now I’m figuring out a way to get sleepy. Maybe I should finish watching Matador…I wasn’t able to finish it last night. Hmm..naaah…only reason why I’d watch a movie is because I’m intent on watching it. And I don’t really feel like watching it now. Hmm…

Maybe I should finish that novel I’ve been reading for quite a few days, then…hmm…I could do that. Reading always gets me to sleep. Ha! Now I’ve found a way! Ciao for now! And g’morning, world!

MySpace.com Founders Among Webby Winners

Founders of MySpace.com(a networking site which is said to now have nearly 77 million registered users) receives recognition.

Full story here.

At First Sight II

So when do we get to stare into each other’s eyes again, huh? Tomorrow? Next week? Next year? In the near future?

Maybe…never? *sigh*
Oh, that’s bull! I know we’ll see each other again. I just know it. Feeling this strong can’t be mistaken.
When or where…I’ll just have to wait and see. ‘Til the next stare.

Acting Upon Instincts

I don’t know if it’s due to watching too much movies or reading much mystery novels that drives this…but I’ve always felt as if I’m somewhat overcautious over things around me. I’ve always been a little too suspicious of people around me…particularly those who act a tad strangely…

To elaborate on that…whenever I walk on alleys(esp when it’s nighttime), and there’d be a certain someone walking behind me, I usually try to find an excuse to stop on my tracks(pretend there’s pebbles in my shoes and try to take em out, etc. etc.) just so I could let the person behind me walk ahead of me instead…hehe. It’s always been like that for me ever since I was in high school.

Well, anywayz…you might wonder why I’m bringing this up now. You see, just about an hour ago, I was gonna watch M:I:III. (why was gonna? you’ll find out in a bit).

I arrived at the cinemas 15 minutes late for the screen time. I kinda hesitated, but I bought the ticket, anyway. This isn’t actually the first time for me to watch a movie alone. I’ve done it a zillion times, as a matter of fact. However, this is the first time that I felt little uneasy about it…about my watching a movie alone(didn’t know why). Hmm…

Moving ahead…where was I…uh…ahh..yeah…bought the ticket…went towards the movie house…had my bag checked by the attendant…came in through main the door…and came in through the bathroom door to empty my bladder. But I didn’t do the latter without having caught a glimpse of this guy, whom, as I noticed as I walked towards the comfort room, was on his way out of the movie house. And just as I closed the main door to the C.R., I saw that he had stopped on his tracks, right in front of the movie house’s main door. Hmm…I don’t know why the notion abruptly hit me, but I rather thought that was uhh..a little odd…his pausing in front of the door(I mean considering that he was on his way out already, I kinda wondered why he had to pause right there…right that moment when I came in…hmmm…). So I thought….maybe he was waiting for someone from the ladies’ C.R. But I saw, as I came in, that I was alone, and all cubicle doors in the bathroom were open…confirming that no one else indeed was in there but me. So I said…ok…he’s not waiting for anyone from in here except…uh…I don’t know. You tell me.

So there I was going through this must-do-before-catching-a-movie ritual of mine. And all the while, I was thinking…if this guy’s still out there once I come out from this bathroom…then there’s gotta be something I’m not gonna like. So then…I was done…fixed my hair a bit(lady’s habit…lolz)…5 minutes, I think has come and gone…then I went out from the C.R. And guess what…the guy was still there. Still standing. Right in front of the main door. He looked at me and me him, as I came out. Red eyes were what greeted me. And at that moment(NO, I wasn’t struck with cupid’s arrow!), I didn’t care that I wanted so much to watch the film. I didn’t care that I’ve already paid for the ticket. I just walked into the movie house(I heard footsteps following me, as I did so)…made a 90 degrees turn(I didn’t see much people seated in the movie house..didn’t spot even one, to say the least)…then another 90 degrees turn…and rushed towards the door, the other exit of the cinema. And then I asked to have my palm stamped so I could come back at a later screening time(or maybe not). Right at that moment, I felt the uneasiness of the whole thing go away.

I thought to myself as I walked home…”What were you thinking?!”…”How could you be such a paranoid?”…”How were you even sure of the reason why the man stayed at that doorstep?”…”Sayanga sa bayad uy!“…”Arrhg! Silly! Silly!”. And then I thought of other things, too. Like how I felt so calm and thoughtful during those doubtful moments. I thought of how I didn’t panic much…and how possibilities of danger had struck me almost instantly when they normally wouldn’t. And I also thought…of how I felt God’s hands on my shoulders all the while. Like He was there each second…telling me what to do. I felt Him push me towards the cinema’s other door instead of towards the seats. I felt Him. He guided me. And if the price of feeling His presence like that would be as much as the price of a movie ticket, then I would gladly spend for it…twice as much.

So tell me now. What was it? Stupid assumptions? Paranoia? Overcautiousness? Or God’s guidance? I strongly feel it to be the latter.

I also learned one thing today. That it isn’t just about trusting your instincts…it’s about trusting Him. Thank You po.

Acting Upon Instincts

I don’t know if it’s due to watching too much movies or reading much mystery novels that drives this…but I’ve always felt as if I’m somewhat overcautious over things around me. I’ve always been a little too suspicious of people around me…particularly those who act a tad strangely…

To elaborate on that…whenever I walk on alleys(esp when it’s nighttime), and there’d be a certain someone walking behind me, I usually try to find an excuse to stop on my tracks(pretend there’s pebbles in my shoes and try to take em out, etc. etc.) just so I could let the person behind me walk ahead of me instead…hehe. It’s always been like that for me ever since I was in high school.

Well, anywayz…you might wonder why I’m bringing this up now. You see, just about an hour ago, I was gonna watch M:I:III. (why was gonna? you’ll find out in a bit).

I arrived at the cinemas 15 minutes late for the screen time. I kinda hesitated, but I bought the ticket, anyway. This isn’t actually the first time for me to watch a movie alone. I’ve done it a zillion times, as a matter of fact. However, this is the first time that I felt little uneasy about it…about my watching a movie alone(didn’t know why). Hmm…

Moving ahead…where was I…uh…ahh..yeah…bought the ticket…went towards the movie house…had my bag checked by the attendant…came in through main the door…and came in through the bathroom door to empty my bladder. But I didn’t do the latter without having caught a glimpse of this guy, whom, as I noticed as I walked towards the comfort room, was on his way out of the movie house. And just as I closed the main door to the C.R., I saw that he had stopped on his tracks, right in front of the movie house’s main door. Hmm…I don’t know why the notion abruptly hit me, but I rather thought that was uhh..a little odd…his pausing in front of the door(I mean considering that he was on his way out already, I kinda wondered why he had to pause right there…right that moment when I came in…hmmm…). So I thought….maybe he was waiting for someone from the ladies’ C.R. But I saw, as I came in, that I was alone, and all cubicle doors in the bathroom were open…confirming that no one else indeed was in there but me. So I said…ok…he’s not waiting for anyone from in here except…uh…I don’t know. You tell me.

So there I was going through this must-do-before-catching-a-movie ritual of mine. And all the while, I was thinking…if this guy’s still out there once I come out from this bathroom…then there’s gotta be something I’m not gonna like. So then…I was done…fixed my hair a bit(lady’s habit…lolz)…5 minutes, I think has come and gone…then I went out from the C.R. And guess what…the guy was still there. Still standing. Right in front of the main door. He looked at me and me him, as I came out. Red eyes were what greeted me. And at that moment(NO, I wasn’t struck with cupid’s arrow!), I didn’t care that I wanted so much to watch the film. I didn’t care that I’ve already paid for the ticket. I just walked into the movie house(I heard footsteps following me, as I did so)…made a 90 degrees turn(I didn’t see much people seated in the movie house..didn’t spot even one, to say the least)…then another 90 degrees turn…and rushed towards the door, the other exit of the cinema. And then I asked to have my palm stamped so I could come back at a later screening time(or maybe not). Right at that moment, I felt the uneasiness of the whole thing go away.

I thought to myself as I walked home…”What were you thinking?!”…”How could you be such a paranoid?”…”How were you even sure of the reason why the man stayed at that doorstep?”…”Sayanga sa bayad uy!“…”Arrhg! Silly! Silly!”. And then I thought of other things, too. Like how I felt so calm and thoughtful during those doubtful moments. I thought of how I didn’t panic much…and how possibilities of danger had struck me almost instantly when they normally wouldn’t. And I also thought…of how I felt God’s hands on my shoulders all the while. Like He was there each second…telling me what to do. I felt Him push me towards the cinema’s other door instead of towards the seats. I felt Him. He guided me. And if the price of feeling His presence like that would be as much as the price of a movie ticket, then I would gladly spend for it…twice as much.

So tell me now. What was it? Stupid assumptions? Paranoia? Overcautiousness? Or God’s guidance? I strongly feel it to be the latter.

I also learned one thing today. That it isn’t just about trusting your instincts…it’s about trusting Him. Thank You po.

Another Pit

Hey guyz…check this out…another blog of mine. This time, the musical side of me speaks out.

MUSICALISTIC INSTINCTS

Finding Solace

I have pressed ctrl + a and delete for about ten times already. I’m trying to write but I just can’t seem to find the right words…maybe all I’m trying to say..or ask is…

Take the wheel…take it coz I can’t do this on my own…