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TAGUMPAY NA NAGNININGNING

“I entered the theater with an empty mind, but left with a head full of ideas and a heart full of hope.”

Invited to watch “Tagumpay Na Nagniningning” at the last minute, I did not have time to pull together expectations for the film; I entered the theater with an empty mind, but left with a head full of ideas and a heart full of hope.

“I did sense ... the passion that went into this film. “

I was ushered to one of the few empty seats left in the venue, the rush of the traffic that I faced on my way to Greenhills still ringing in my ears. Admittedly, I hadn’t fully focused on the message of Mr. Jack Ng and of Paul Soriano. However, I did sense their mutual respect for each other and the passion that went into this film.

“The movie was beautifully shot...”

The movie was beautifully shot with overhead and landscape shots of settlements giving a sense of the magnitude of the masses. This is but one of the many beautiful symbolisms in the movie. These are the masses, the general situation of the Filipinos; of the greater part of our society, and yet they are being treated as lesser entities, second class. This is an issue that I did catch from Mr. Ng’s speech—that part of their advocacy is to bring dignity to the masses by providing homes (a basic need) through terms that the masses can actually achieve.

The story flowed smoothly. It played out rather like a Maalaala Mo Kaya episode, telling the story that could very much happen to your kapitbahay, or churchmate, or easily within your barangay. Adding to the rapport with the audience were the appearances of beloved Rebisco products and the AUB which the people laughed to and applauded. It was also not beyond people to notice that a pivotal character, Jess, was somehow Messianic.

“...everyone there had their emotions stirred to want to strive for their own tagumpay.”

The film told enough of the story of Jun and Ningning to endear them to the audience, showed enough of the struggles of their families to perhaps call a personal memory forward, bring to mind a certain pain, or evoke almost-abandoned dreams and make the audience feel empowered and hopeful to still achieve them. I know that’s what it did for me, and the ooh’s and ahh’s and smiles and wet eyes in the audience when the house lights came on make me sure that everyone there had their emotions stirred to want to strive for their own tagumpay.

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March 9, 2016

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You know one me. Just like I know one you. But you can't know every me. And I can't know every you.

Every Me; Every You David Levithan

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You weren't always there. I could be alone with you-- that's where you felt safest and most comfortable-- and you'd disappear in front of me. Then you'd reappear and say the most awful about him, or me, or us. You tore us apart looking for a truth that you had already concocted.

Inspired by a passage from "Every You; Every Me" by David Levithan

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Having a Peacock - Owl personality (a fact only recently brought to light) presents one with a situation such as the following: *presents new favorite song to an important friend* Friend: I don't get why people like that song so much! Me on the outside: I'm going to sing it to you until you like it! And then we'll sing it together! Me on the inside: Ohmigod no. What's wrong with the song? Is it me? Are the song's lyrics giving too much of my emotional state away? Am I normal? I like this artist's other songs all mostly with the same feel and mood-- am I severely emotionally damaged? Is the singer emotionally scarred, too? What can I do to make you like it? Do you not like me as you do not like my song choice? Me on the outside: OK! Let's play it again!

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I have adopted procrastination breaks wherein I stop procrastinating for like 3 minutes, read a paragraph, and then get back to procrastinating.

So far I have read 3 chapters of what otherwise would have been zero chapters.

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Elephant Summer Paint

These aren’t my photos. :) Just re-posting. Love love love.

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The first time April and Andy said I love you to each other

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Hingang Malalim

Doctor: So no salty food, no chocolates, no nuts, no coffee....

Me: Nope. I'm going to die.

Med staff: Bawal na po palang lumigaya.

Me: Onga. Buti nalang tapos na Valentine's.

Med staff: Medyo masakit. Hingang malalim. *pulls IV*

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This escalator is out of order. Forever.

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That. Quote. Though.

Careful, lad, or you’ll end up with no job and a broken heart.

AHUHU, so I watched this portion again and only noticed now that they hold hands in this scene :(( AHUHUHU I die.

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That feeling when your food for the group comes at a restaurant and it looks like a single-serving appetizer you can wolf down in one bite.

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I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84  (via larmoyante)