Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Saga of Twilight... and the Eclipsed New Moon

…will dawn ever come? I sure hope so!
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


I confess… I've been having fun - and I am not sorry! It's holidays for cryin' out loud! :)

Part 1: The Seduction

Edward Cullen may call Bella Swan his “personal brand of heroin” and Bella Swan may call her best friend Jacob Black her “personal sun” when the gloom of darkness sat in after Edward momentarily left… call me shallow if you want, but I'd call this phenomenal “The Twilight Saga” a devout bookworm sucker for romance’s pure ecstasy! Indeed, reading Stephenie Meyer's “The Twilight Saga” is exactly that… and more… even for a bookworm like myself whose sucker-for-teenage-romance circuitry has gone rusty after getting confined much too long in the ‘dark side’ – the ‘grown-up world’! =)

It really was my sister’s fault… she tuned in the TV to some movie channel when that phenomenal vampire flick “Twilight”, which I initially condemned as just another cheesy romance made interesting by some broodingly handsome rebel-looking English guy with a white-as-a-chalk make-up and a dangerously gorgeous go-ahead-and-stare, uhm, stare, was playing… and then hid the remote control!

The second installment to "The Twilight Saga" movie series, “New Moon”, was playing in the cinema that time. And so, I must admit it was a great advertisement ploy: saturate the viewers’ curiosity with the tsunami that devoured the cinemadom in 2008 to a point of surrender… and get them filling out seats in the New Moon–infested movie theaters! Slumped tired on the couch from some painfully boring “grown-up stuff” – a daily sentence in the 'dark side' – I resigned to stay motionless for the next two hours and be entertained by whatever was playing on TV. I let my mind go numb and sat very still and watched… which is the very essence of the “idiot box”, right?

Unfortunately, the movie was already almost halfway through… and so none of the things I was seeing was making much sense. I couldn’t make much sense out of two teenagers lying on a bed of grass and pretty spring flowers in a magical meadow, staring sullenly at each other like there was no tomorrow! A supposed ordinary-looking (but, actually lovely) girl with a pout and blank stare that made one wonder what she was thinking as she focused on the mesmerizingly beautiful creature beside her - yeah, that English guy with a dangerously melting stare - was all I saw. My mind struggled out from the self-imposed coma, which had me sighing deeply before saying disgustedly, “what lunatics! And I thought this was a vampire movie!”

And so, despite my planned surrender to boxed idiocy, I gave up. I summoned whatever strength I had and hauled my butt out of the couch and went surfing the internet instead! I opened my browser… and bam! “New Moon” this, “New Moon” that! I sighed, opened my inbox as fast as I can, and surrendered to the ‘dark side’ once again - work. I thought that was the end of it.

Sleep-deprived for the past five months from all the preparations for the 16th ASEAN Regional Symposium on Chemical Engineering (RSCE) – my Department’s biggest project as of yet – while teaching full-time and taking my Department’s driver’s seat, I came home dead tired once again. My sister was munching some chips in front of the TV with her hair down and her feet up… I was so jealous of her relaxed stance that I let myself collapse in a chair in front of the TV and reached for a bag of Cheetos myself. I was too tired to chew, and so I let the humungous cheese coated puffed dough pieces melt in my mouth and focused on the TV screen instead. Not even the extreme saltiness of the puffs could awaken my dead tired senses, and then.... oh, no… not those teenagers in the magical meadow again! But there they were… yeah, staring at each other like there was no tomorrow! And then, the screen moved to another scene before I could summon the strength to get up… whoa, what was that?? The English guy smiled – beautiful, beautiful! I mean, to-die-for BEAUTIFUL! Hmmm… to-DIE-for… this must be a vampire movie afterall! Before realizing what I was doing, my feet were up on the table in front of me, munching Cheetos vigorously, more aware of the salt that assaulted my taste buds! =)

Two more minutes, and I learned that Isabella Swan or Bella… was the name of the expressionless girl. Edward Cullen – that’s the name of the excruciatingly beautiful creature, the one that smiled with an alluring mystery, and talked in a low drawl that left any feeling female tangled in a hormonal frenzy… age notwithstanding – trust me! ;) And, that's only because the creature was a he and he’s the vampire, too. Clink, ting, cling, pling… I can almost hear the rust falling off from my sucker-for-romance circuitry, as it swang to full gear! Two more minutes, and I was gasping, “wait… Edward is a vampire?? But I thought Bella is a normal mortal? Why is he with Bella then? I don’t get it….” All of a sudden, I was on a first name basis with the meadow kids! =)

And then, my phone gave an attention-catching noise – text message. What now? The ‘dark side’ beckoned once again… work. I squirmed at the coercion… but gave in, dang! I stirred and disentangled myself from the trance that the Twilight meadow kids put me into, and went to try satiating the greedy mouth of the monster in the ‘dark side’.

A couple of days later, the 16th ASEAN RSCE finally came to a conclusion – a satisfying conclusion, I must say… there was a reason to celebrate! So, after recovering a little from lack of sleep, I came home one evening with an intention to finish a huge bag of chips… transfat or no transfat, in front of the TV. And I had just the best trance-heavy idea to celebrate! I switched the TV on and hurried to the movie channel using the remote control. There they were… the meadow kids… and the movie’s just started, too. Lovely!

The movie picked up somewhere in a High School building scene. Looking at the beautiful creature, who happened to be the vampire in the movie whose name I found out a couple of days back as Edward Cullen, sitting relaxed in a high school cafeteria with an enigmatic half-smile – vampirishly seductive! Right there and then, I had a sweet feeling that it was going to be a good night… I munched Cheetos puffs as vigorously as I’d never done before! And it’s just about right. Ping, cling, ting… mama mia, of course, I was hyperventilating! :)

Needless to say, I was taken by Robert Pattinson's portrayal of Edward Cullen. He looked painfully handsome enough to be a "seductive" vampire… and his moves, stares, half-smiles and tone are appropriately brooding for a "broodingly handsome" vampire, too. As Stephenie Meyer herself said, "he looks beautiful and dangerous at the same time," or something along that line. I think he is credible for the mysterious Cullen… if not a little bit too camera-conscious in some scenes, and a bit clumsy when he jumped. :) Kristen Stewart, on the other hand, is just a little bit too tentative in her acting in some scenes, and too eager in others, to be entirely convincing. In my opinion, she lacked the appropriate expression for the supposed eternally pondering and serene Bella who usually loses grasp of her wits when subjected to Edward's mere presence. Stewart seemed to equate pouting/frowning to pondering, and blank expression to Bella's ability to keep her thoughts to herself. Her clumsiness, which was supposed to be endearing was distressing, simply because she looked quite athletic, agile and self-assured for a clumsy girl. :) It was hard to believe that Jessica could dare crossing swords with Stewart's Bella at all - she looked intimidating! And, I thought Bella's sarcasm was supposed to be hilarious… didn't come out that way with Stewart's Bella. Don't get me wrong... not saying Stewart wasn't a good actress, because she is... just that her portrayal of Bella didn't come out the way I expected it, based on raves I heard about the books. Her performance made Pattinson own the screen all throughout the film… which was not really a big problem to me, to be honest! :) Okay, to be fair to Stewart, maybe I wasn't paying enough attention - to her. Maybe, that's it, actually. :) Maybe, if I watched the movie again, and paid her enough attention, I'd be impressed by her, too. It's just that Robert Pattinson totally worked the camera... and the director seemed to have totally let him do it. Again, not a problem to me! =)

While there is much to be desired in the direction, overall, the film was decent. There were well-shot scenes that seduced the viewer to go deeper and understand the build-up of emotional connection and mutual attraction between the melancholy mortal girl, Bella Swan, and the mind-reading posterboy of a vampire Edward Cullen. Edward’s interest in Bella started from a fascination for his inability to get to her brain and her blood’s overpowering scent that drew him to her at a level so unfathomably strong. The trust rather than fear that Bella started to feel towards Edward – the deeply mysterious, bordering supernatural for her own human wits to comprehend – and the pull of vampirish lust for blood that later replaced by a wanting so strong, it was almost an obsession by Edward for the self-proclaimed ordinary girl, Bella, were quite absorbing. How these intricate emotions later entwined and blossomed to a love so unique between them, was quite beautifully captured in some scenes.

How such unlikely romance unfolded to a deep connection that can only be true love was not self-explanatory to the audience at all… at least, not to me that time since I haven't read the novel then. And so, it lures one to swim in the mysterious waters that was the movie and try to decipher it… and ending up quite satisfied, too. All of a sudden, the magical meadow scene made sense to me! However, how Bella would not lighten up even under the spellbinding love she and Edward had was quite odd, and the film never offered an explanation either… and so, I made a mental note to read the book. Uhm, actually… the whole series - all four books, yes!

There were "extras", too. The scenes when Edward let down his vampirish guard – to the point of almost vulnerability – showing Bella his vampire
abilities and "vegetarian" way of life, not to mention, formally introducing her to his family (what vampire does that??), and Bella’s unwavering devotion to Edward despite the unsettling details of his dark secret were quite engaging… the shots could have been a little bit better though, I must admit… and if Stewart had the right expressions, it would've been perfect.

The baseball game played by the Cullens during a thunderstorm, where their adversaries appeared for the first time, was quite fascinating - one of the best parts of the movie, made even more engaging by Muse's music in the background… vampires having ‘clean fun’ – so extraordinary! Then again, the Cullens were "vegetarians"… if that wasn't extraordinary, to begin with, I don't know what else is. With all the endearing closeness of a family, not to mention, urbanity and sense of style, like Bella, you’d start feeling strongly for the Cullens as well… maybe, to the point of desiring to be one of them. For Bella though, becoming a Cullen is just a plus… the real gift is being with Edward. Can we blame her? Not really… no, not at all, if you ask me! :)

Towards the end of the film, overcoming their adversaries, and even their very nature that made them and their worlds so different from each other, tested Edward and Bella’s devotion to protect each other and stay with each other… forever.

Part 2: Bitten

After watching the “Twilight” movie in its entirety, quite naturally, my sister and I found ourselves in the cinema the next day watching “The Twilight Saga: New Moon”... and quite naturally, it was my treat! :) I was even prepared to pay her to come with me actually! Not that I might have needed to offer her either... she made me, turned me into an "overaged" fanatic - introduced me to the meadow kids, for cryin' out loud! =)

“New Moon” is a different story altogether… well, in terms of pace and absorbing mystery, or the lack of it, compared with “Twilight”. So what was it again… after Jasper's not being able to contain himself when Bella bled after sustaining a paper cut during her 18th birthday celebration at the Cullens', and attacked her in a moment of frenzy, Edward and his family left Forks to protect her? That in spite of their love for each other, they belong to two different worlds that wouldn't reconcile - at least, in Edward's immortal mind… and that nothing, not even their love for each other can make their lives come together? That his presence constantly put her in danger, and that he wanted nothing else but for her to be safe and happy? And that means him removing himself in her life? Hmmm… (yawn).

After Edward left, (the cinematic) Bella’s tendency to be melancholy was pushed to the limit… it was unbelievably, uhm… melancholy!! :) I guess anybody (or, should I say, any female, or female at heart?) who had seen “Twilight”, whose biggest draw, let’s admit it, was Robert Pattinson's Edward Cullen, can empathize with Bella though… hell, I can! Edward was on screen for less than half of the movie’s length for crying out loud… it was almost distressing! I found myself, shifting uneasily in my seat, waiting for his return! I was almost pushing Bella to go for those “extreme adventures” that seemed to get Edward talking in her head just to see Edward’s face on screen… it was torture, I tell ya! It made me dread reading this book in the four-part Twilight Saga series!

The Jacob-was-a-werewolf bit was, of course, interesting despite its seemingly abrupt unfolding… but for some odd reason, I was craving the urbane Cullen family on screen, especially their best looking posterboy. And, it was almost torture that with 2/3 of the film rolled, my craving was not being fed! Insanity! The Bella-Jacob romance angle seemed to go on and on and on for me, and wasn’t even taking a nice shape either! Although, of course, Jacob had a nice shape (woot-woot)! Obviously, Bella needed someone to lean on after Edward left. Still, it was hard to believe for me, even for friendship’s sake, that Bella could actually replace Edward with Jacob - the guys are (supernatural) worlds apart… unless, of course, she’s decided that the werewolf anomaly is more appealing than the mystery of the vampire world. Sure, sure… Either way… dang, what’s wrong with this supernatural-magnet of a chick? She loses a vampire boyfriend, and the next thing you know she's in the arms of the nearest werewolf??? Seriously! Anyway, I still thought it wasn’t fair to Jacob to be the spare tire or a brace to Bella's crippled heart… but then, wasn’t he asking for it though? Uh, ooo-kay, it’s either I have become a diehard… or maybe the film was effectively affective afterall! =)

Hmm… okay, I know that by being constantly on-the-look-out for Edward Cullen's every appearance on screen, I wasn't being fair to the people behind the film. Come to think of it, I really think that the direction and editing were quite good and that the werewolf/vampire effects were quite cool, especially the chase scenes between Victoria and Jacob's pack of wolves - a lot of nice shots and great color mix actually, and very good music, too. The post-production crew was obviously paying better attention to details, compared with that in "Twilight" as well. For instance, that part when Edward, Bella and Alice were being led by the Volturi guards to see Aro, Marcus and Caius - the royals of the vampire world - along a snaking hallway... whenever Edward steps into tiny little spaces where the ray of the sun peeped, his skin would glitter in split seconds. Although I'm pretty sure that not everyone would notice if it didn't, the post-production guys were obviously obsessing on tiny details. I like the lighting, too... it constantly emphasized the varying emotional textures in the film... and it brought and connected the characters together in the scenes that their cinematic interactions were very effective. Nice touch. But I think that the big problem was that the Director seemed to have concentrated more on making an obra maestra, forgetting about the "pop mob" that the Twilight series was supposed to satisfy. I, for one, didn't go to the cinema to see a Chariots of Fire-ish movie - there's another time for that... I was there to see some vampire cuteness and grin-inducing wolfy bravado for cryin' out loud! Of course, you can't go wrong with some great cinematography and editing, which "New Moon" thankfuly had. But discounting Edward altogether was not a good idea, I think. To be fair though, Kristen Stewart did a great job with her facial expressions in "New Moon" - she got most of it right, this time - absolutely impressive... even in her most melancholy state... or, maybe I paid her enough attention this time. But then did I have a choice though considering Edward Cullen was missing in action half of the time?! Taylor Lautner took himself too seriously though as Jacob... he wasn't as half funny as the supposed funny Jacob based on excerpts of the books that I managed to look at before going to the cinema! Okay, the abs con biceps situation was unbelievable... but, hey, so what?? He's too melodramatic for the supposed funny Jacob!

Speaking of melodrama... one thing led to another, and Edward was made to believe that Bella committed suicide. He himself didn't see much reason to go on and decided to end his existence. He set off to provoke the Volturi to destroy him. I started paying full attention to the movie once again when Alice - Edward's endearing adoptive sister - and Bella took off for Italy to rescue Edward from the hands of the Volturi. And then, lo and behold… Edward Cullen was back on the screen with a vengeance – shirtless!!! =) Gasp… his royal hotness was back! All of a sudden, the cinema was on fire! Didn’t I say, affective?? I knew it… the Twilight Saga’s attraction is all about ‘EC the vampire’… embodied in that beautiful English thing called Robert Pattinson! But, dang, what was Chris Weitz doing, making the terrible Felix thrash Edward like a pillow??! Like Edward didn't have the littlest vampirish fight in him?? Obviously, Weitz had no love for Edward! Just look at how uhm… when the vampire, the werewolf and the distressing damsel were together on screen at the end of the film, the usually self-asssured Edward looking like a weepy wimp and oddly unattractively pale beside the hulking Jacob, even when Bella already shooed Jacob away by choosing him, Edward? Hmmm… seemed like the "New Moon" film people were desperately trying to keep the fandemonium away from a single character, and focus instead to the story and how the three main characters' lives will be entwined more beautifully in the next installments of the Saga…. It looked like they were trying to even out the playing field between the vampire and the werewolf, which was tilted deliciously in favor of the vampire in "Twilight"... to the point of making Edward appear like a wimp! It's almost obvious, Chris Weitz is with "Team Jacob"! =)And, naturally, this made me more curious about the books.

And this, my friends, led to my strengthened resolve to read "The Twilight Saga" four-book series by Stephenie Meyer! And so, I did… averaging 32 hours per book during the holidays… and, yeah, I did eat, showered and slept like a normal human being, too, within those hours. In less than a week, I was done… bitten without a doubt!! I mean, incredibly, totally, happily bitten!

Let's get on to "Eclipse" now, shall we? I've got this feeling that it's going to be so much better than "New Moon".

Part 3: "Twilight": the euphoria of being a 'Newborn'

"Twilight" is a beautifully written romance novel, in spite of the tone of pop lit that rang all over it. Call me old fashioned, but I still think that beautiful romance novels should be written with the subtlety of the classics - passion on fire in the inside, subtle utterance outside - stirring all sorts of emotions in the reader. Anything less (or more?) than that is Mills & Boon to me. :)

Nope, it wasn't a chick lit, uh, in the traditional sense, not that I have anything against chick lit either… it wasn't just a teenage angst-filled all-cutesy story either. The charm of "Twilight" lies on the very personal tone that Stephenie Meyer used in her narration… a true classiclike tone without trying very hard. No excruciating overanalysis of conflicting emotions that spoonfeeds and numbs the mind of the reader either. It sounds rather spontaneous and sincere. As Robert Pattinson himself described it, "it was written in a very personal tone, it sounded almost like it wasn't meant for publication." Count on the English artist - that one who breathed life into Edward Cullen himself - to break it down for us so beautifully like that!

To be continued…

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Bizarre Triangle

...on a bizarre day.
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by Philipina A. Marcelo

The day that just ended was rather bizarre for me. I’ve been sick, so I spent the day at home. I was planning to take it easy and sleep all day… but, instead, I was drawn into a dramatic three-way tug-of-war among my favorite me-time activities: watching sports (most of the time tennis), reading philosophy, and admiring photography.

On the blue corner: Rogers Cup was on… World #1, Roger Federer - the newest dad in the tour - was not exactly just working out in the second round; two former World #1, Juan Carlos Ferrero and Lleyton Hewitt, were battling it out to advance to the third round; the 2007 Rogers Cup champ, Novak Djokovic, was hanging on to dear life in the second round; UK's #1, Andy Murray cruised to the third round while Nikolay Davydenko struggled to get past his opponent; and defending champ Rafa Nadal began his much awaited comeback in the tennis scene since falling in the semis in Paris this year through the men’s doubles. Bizarre that seven of the very best of today's men’s tennis were out there, on the blue hard court of Montreal, doing their thing - drama por drama - so early in the tournament!

On the white corner: I’ve been so mesmerized by my former student Michelle Pangilinan's photographs of the white sand beaches of the Philippines. From the nearby Puerto Galera beaches of Mindoro, to the cheerful clear waters and dramatic sunset of Boracay, to the enigmatic and captivating beauty of Camiguin Island beaches, to the crystal clear waters, nestled in beautiful green islets, of Coron, Palawan – totally drowning! It was bizarre that, out of 493 friends, my mouse should take me to her Facebook photo albums... when my eyes were watering from intense fever.

On the gray corner: Ah, those gray alleys of philosophy coming to an intersection with economics and social issues… there could only be one point of intersection: Amartya Sen! There he was, in his quiet and dignified Nobel Laureate form, sitting on the set of "HARDtalk" no less, talking about his new book, "The Idea of Justice". Hah... so that was what it was like to watch philosophy... I've always wondered. Bizarre that one of the people I've appreciated from a distance and now beginning to admire as an Academic role model should come for an interview on one of my favorite talk shows on a day when I can actually watch it with undivided attention! But what's bizarrely upsetting was that Stephen Sackur, Sen’s fellow Cambridge alumnus and Harvard guy, was not interviewing him! Where's the joy in that?

Speaking of bizarre… people have been wondering all day about a Russian cargo vessel that left Finland en route to Algeria that “seemed to disappear on the face of the earth”, as per BBC news anchor's amazed declaration. Before this, I was lulling myself to sleep on Discovery Channel's Extreme Engineering feature story on "aerodynamic (cable suspension) bridges"... reiterating structure reinforcement to withstand wind. I heard keywords (or catch phrases?) like "natural excitation limit" and "synchronous lateral excitation"... uh, yes, pertaining to bridges.

Bizarre day, I tell ya!

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Photo credits: (1) Roger Federer: I grabbed from the Rogers Cup website (2) Bulabog Beach, Boracay, Philippines by Michelle Pangilinan.


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Thursday, August 6, 2009

No words...

... only enormous and innermost grief.
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Thank you, Madam President. You were a woman of courage, love, steadfast faith, unwavering commitment to democracy and moral leadership... and we are your people. We will never forget.







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Saturday, July 25, 2009

The day of the birth

A celebration of life…
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By Philipina A. Marcelo


July is a special month for me… because it’s my birthmonth! :)

On my birthday this year, I felt very fortunate and so blessed to have received a number of very touching messages… the kind that I wish I’d get as eulogy. It seems sweeter to get them while I’m still up and about, trying to run the last miles to the finish line. They make the final dash to the finish line all the more exhilarating!

Although all messages were very special, I received one that I just know will serve as my rally chant while I try to complete this painstakingly beautiful, absolutely marvelous, insanely hilarious... and sometimes painfully sorrowful... but definitely joyful marathon along this scenic path called life:

God is life

Forever is measured
not by years nor months
but by moments that inspire life’s unfolding.
And moments are bounded
not by space nor time
but by meanings too fragile for human knowing.
To live and love
each present moment
in its utter meaningfulness,
only then can one be immortal
and hold close to one’s heart
the secrets of eternity.

Happy birthday!

And I had one, too, thanks... especially that Roger Federer won his record breaking 15th singles Grand Slam title on the day I celebrated my birthday with my whole family (see photo)! :)

Indeed, it feels like I have been re-born, given a new set of spectacles to view life from a new and refreshing perspective... while I marvel on the finish line emerging in the horizon.

So... race you to eternity? :) Naah, I prefer a leisure walk... but I'll see you at the finish line. All roads seem to lead that way anyway....

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

It’s human nature…

A grief-stricken fan say goodbye to a legendary artist that helped define her teenage life.
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by Philipina A. Marcelo


Just a week ago or so, I was watching cable news with a story about Michael Jackson’s 50-performance “This is it” tour, which was set to kick-off at the O2 arena in London in two weeks time. Just like all news about MJ these days, it was peppered with all those pedophile and extreme weirdness tales, plus a good serving of stories about his supposed gigantic debts and personal troubles… very little on his music and his phenomenal achievements. If I weren’t following the Iran story, I would’ve pressed the “off” button in my remote control! I winced and sighed through the whole story.

On Friday, June 25, at 8:17 AM (Manila time), I was still trying to get a good night’s sleep off my eyes when I received a text message from my sister saying, “Hey, you know what, Michael Jackson is dead!” Recalling the “weirdness stories” on cable news some days back, I waved the text aside with a sigh and jokingly texted my sister back with, “Good for him! Now his troubles are over!”

I got up and automatically switched on my computer while I did my morning rituals and made myself coffee. I sat down in front of my computer and went on-line… my browser automatically took me to MSN. A banner of a headline dominated the page. It was about the passing of a pop icon. Somewhere in the headline, I saw “Michael Jackson”! I blinked and gulped my coffee in one go – this might be a nightmare! The hot liquid burned my lips and throat, and I yelped, “aaaaawww!” All of a sudden an “Aaaww”-peppered music that accompanied me from childhood to adulthood filled the room, and my hands started to shake. At that point another sister stormed into my room and said in an I’ll-be-damned panicked voice, “you gotta see the news – quick!” I followed her blindly to her room and flopped on the seat in front of her TV, which was tuned in to CNN. I saw the grim look in the usually composed, if not cheerful, face of Anjali Rao and my heart started to beat fast. And then, I saw images of grief-stricken people frantically running around the UCLA hospital, and a current photo of Michael Jackson in a box on the corner of the screen… below the photo, it read, “1958 – 2009”. I froze. Cold crept from my toes to the tips of my hair, and all I heard was the loud thumping of my heart.

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Michael Jackson is gone.

I felt my lungs constrict and a huge bubble blocked my air passage and my throat, it made breathing such a labor. I swallowed hard to clear it, but it sat there and plugged my throat painfully. It must have been more than an hour after I realized that my sister already left for work and I was alone in her room staring absently at the TV screen. In my head Michael Jackson’s songs were narrating my life….

“Happy” – the very first record I ever owned in my life – single, in vinyl disk. I learned the word “concert” through The Jackson 5 concert in Araneta Coliseum in Manila where, at six years, I instantly fell for that cute teen with a sweet voice and groovy moves called Michael Jackson when he sang “Ben”. “Don’t stop ‘til you get enough” and “Rock with You” from his “Off the Wall” album veered us away from the cheesiness of “disco” music to a different kind of dance tunes and dance moves – the very ingredients that gave birth to “pop music” as we know it today. These were the songs that catapulted MJ to gigastardom. The same songs that my siblings and I used to dance to while growing up, copying MJ’s moves and trying to compete as to who had the fastest and fanciest foot works. That kept us away from all those trouble-inducing teen and pre-teen rebellious activities – a good reason why even my late Mom was a big fan of MJ’s. Indeed, "Off the Wall" was a fulfilment of the magnificent promise of Michael's brilliant star as a solo artist. And the world craved for more!

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In the 80’s, when my siblings and I were teenagers, “Thriller” came out. It was such a phenomenon! Michael Jackson grew from this prodigy to this phenomenal artistic force that was bound to capture every single individual whose soul responded to music. Michael’s soul, embodied in his music, was a consuming fire that caught the whole world. His performances revealed the powerful passion for musical artistry that defined every note he sang and every single move he made… and it set the whole
world ablaze! Those energetic yet graceful spins halted by a fancy foot work and a pose, those signature waist-high kicks accompanied by arm and head movements that went fluidly with the tempo of his music, and that moonwalk, oh yeah, that Michael Jackson moonwalk – awesome dance moves that put a signature on Michael’s performances, and copied by many until now. He was a performance dynamo on stage – totally elevating music concerts from a mere 90-minute entertainment to an unforgettable experience.

Seeing Michael’s unbelievable dance moves and impassioned rendition of his songs on screen, the music industry realized the power of music video in taking people’s appreciation of music to a different level. Michael seemed to understand this from the very beginning. Even when he was just this little boy from Gary, Indiana, in colorful matching outfits, he danced energetically with his brothers while singing “Rockin’ Robin” with such infectious gusto that elicited delighted response from his audience. As a solo artist in “Off the Wall”, he started concocting a formula for the now vintage Michael Jackson sing-and-dance performances. Gifted singer and dancer as he was, his star shone even brighter. When another music genius, Quincy Jones, gave him a powerful vehicle to explore his understanding of “total performance” in “Billie Jean” – another big song from the album “Thriller” – Michael took it. And, boy, did he hit home! He sang and danced his way to the heart of every single TV-owning individual all over the globe via MTV. When "Beat it" came out, thanks to MTV, almost every single teenager on the planet was wearing be-zippered red jacket over black trousers, and black shoes with white socks!

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Accompanying MJ’s bright star’s rise to universal level was the boom of music videos, and the (re)birth of MTV as we know it today. Suddenly, music became a visual art, too! And Michael started re-painting himself through unique and colorful, albeit eccentric, wardrobe and bling-blings, such as those sequined gloves and dark glasses that made every single appearance on TV totally interesting to his
fans. But his music and his to-the-max performances remained to be the reason why he was the undisputed King of Pop.

Not satisfied with the blings, he started experimenting on cosmetic surgery, too. That time, his music, which was brilliant, was all that mattered that any such eccentricities were overlooked… or forgiven. He was the King of Pop, he can’t go wrong. His records and music videos continued to dominate the charts. Because of the rise of MTV, partly through Michael’s stardom, the influence of music became more widely encompassing. In fact, when “Thriller” came out, the world was one in singing and dancing to the same song – “Thriller”, breaking all kinds of cultural barriers. And it made Michael Jackson and his music the iconic legend in the glorious days of the pop music era!

Needless to say, I was one of them teary-eyed fans whenever Michael waved his gloved hand.

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He used his gigastar status to help alleviate problems in the world, too. He played an important role in putting together “USA for Africa” to bring about much needed relief from hunger to Ethiopia. Wherever he went to perform, he would visit places of grief-stricken individuals to bring cheers to them through his music and
company. He promoted music among young people as a means of expressing themselves in a positive way. His example was emulated by other artists, putting a humane face to the entertainment business. Young people, like myself then, were all about good music and good cause… and the King of Pop was in the center of it all.

And then, the cosmetic surgery experiments were brought to the extremes. Suddenly, he emerged as a very different person – physically… and yet, he oozed the same Michael Jackson magic when he performed. His music was constantly evolving… a real genius, he kept his music current... because he can! From the fast dance rhythm of his “Off the Wall” songs, to the rock/dance concoctions of the “Thriller” songs, to the angry pop/rock sound he offered in “Bad”, he was brilliant. When his 80’s contemporaries retreated to being superstars of the past, he and his music remained relevant even when a wave of new artists were coming in.

Privately, however, he seemed to be succumbing deeper and deeper to the pit of his lonely existence in the glory of his legend. And, the more extreme the eccentricities went. In the meantime, the pop music landscape was slowly changing, and the pop media became more and more ferocious in its transformation to an industry of extreme sensationalism of celebrity stories. The discrete curbing of celebrity privacy became a complete disregard of privacy – it became almost a human rights violation! And, the King of Pop, was the easy target. Because more and more new artists were emerging and planting themselves in the new pop landscape, the genius of the Michael Jackson artistry was reduced by the overbearing pop media, to a mere laughing matter. More than anything else, they were interested in reporting how many cosmetic surgeries MJ had had within a month… perhaps, there was nothing else to report, too. Or, perhaps… it was human nature?

Then came the child molestation charges… the ferocious pop media had a field day, and Michael underwent a trial by publicity… all the music genius forgotten, all the record-breaking achievements set aside, all the humanitarian activities all throughout his career thrown out of the window, his privacy ignored and disrespected. All the public saw, especially those who knew very little of Michael’s great legend, was the image painted by the pop media of a recluse cosmetically deformed pedophile. At that point, I started avoiding any news story about MJ. I consoled myself with the beautiful music he made and the wonderful things that it did to people in a generation where artistry is most important rather than anything else.

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No, I’m not about to say that Michael Jackson is the greatest pop artist to grace this lifetime as an apology for all the horrible publicities he endured while he struggled to embrace his life on stage. Although some people might say he did it to himself, and it may not be completely untrue, he still deserved so much more than that. It was sad that when he most needed it, the industry that thrived on his genius for a long time couldn’t come up with anything better than calling him Wacko Jacko. If it’s any consolation, at least he could say he had “Music and Me”.

After another hour of Michael Jackson’s death coverage in the news, I switched off the TV defeatedly and went back to my computer. I surfed through my iTunes list of Michael Jackson music… I had so many. But at that moment, there was only one Michael Jackson song playing in my head…

“… get me out into the night time
four walls won’t hold me tonight.
If this town is just an apple,
then let me take a bite.
If they say why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature…”

I saw my childhood, teenage days and young adulthood passing before my eyes, engulfed in Michael Jackson’s soulful voice… my heart was breaking. I tried to
breathe, it was hard. Suddenly, the bubble in my air passage burst, and it sent me convulsing in tears.

I may not have known Michael Jackson the person, but I do have a 'relationship' with his music, like most 80's people do - his artistry totally defined that era. And he taught us how to yelp, “aaawww” with feelings! It's sad, of course, that he couldn't handle the brilliance of his star and, in the end, it sent him to a downward spiral that even him cannot save himself from... not that he knew how to. And people didn't make it any easier for him either.

But what the heck… go ahead, MJ, take a bite, "Don't stop 'til you get enough"… and if they say why, why, I’ll tell ‘em that is human nature.

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Friday, May 22, 2009

The day the stars aligned in Asian skies

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After seeing those heartfelt smiles on Asian faces because of this article,
http://www.economist.com/finance/displaystory.cfm?story_id=13649520,
Asians have another great reason to rejoice for: the Indian elections (http://www.economist.com/printedition/displayStory.cfm?story_id=13692881). With keywords and phrases like "democracy", "limits of divisive politics", "reformist instincts", and "inclusive growth", it is truly a heartening news.

Not only does it have beautiful traditions and colorful culture, indeed, "India is a land of bright promise."

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Super-currency or Super-strategy?

So many questions, very few answers....
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by Philipina A. Marcelo

Just a few days ago, I was trying to make sense out of Mr. Zhou Xiaochuan’s call for the world to adopt a “super-currency” rather than continuing to use the US dollar as the reserve currency. My extremely limited grasp of Economics was failing me miserably, that I ended up asking more questions after trying to understand the issue. I was hoping to hear some enlightenment from Tim Geithner, but as usual, the Economics guru, Prof. Paul Krugman, who was probably feeling the pain of folks of my kind came to our rescue, breaking down the issue nicely in: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/03/opinion/03krugman.html?_r=1&em.

It seems that Prof. Krugman’s explanation exposes China’s efforts toward self protectionism, first and foremost, with little regard for the global economy’s desperate need to be rescued through a sustainable solution. Or, could it be that the solution that Beijing offers is the sustainable solution - as Tim Geithner seems inclined to acknowledge? But then again, as Prof. Krugman pointed out, we are currently in an economic situation that is completely new to all of us… there might not be an absolute solution to this crisis as of yet. As for the suggestion that China made investment mistake (which obviously it did), and is now trying to correct that by making someone rescue them, to me, it appears that they’re doing this under the guise of protecting the world economy through a “super-currency”. Didn’t I say enigma? But to be fair to Beijing, there was no way for them to know that they were making a mistake a decade ago... in fact, there was no way for them to know even when stock markets in all parts of the world were crashing left and right, right? And even if they realized that they made a mistake, the speed at which events unfolded was way too fast for the Beijing problem to be remedied fast enough. No one could’ve predicted the economic downturn that we are facing today, not even the Wall Street hotshots… well, especially not the Wall Street hotshots, actually, for they were just too busy amassing money for themselves! Thanks to "greed and stupidity" underneath those expensive suits and in those fancy offices, we’re in a financial quagmire right now! (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/03/opinion/03brooks.html?em)

OK, now, calm down... no point in getting an unremorseful lot to take resposibility for their horrible actions... They have already shown us how they're in it for the money - and that's it, so that even when the world economy is already down on its knees, their primary concern remains to be money, bonuses, and all other things synonymous to money! Take AIG for example.... (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/15/business/15AIG.html?scp=11&sq=AIG%20Bonuses&st=cse)

As Prof. Krugman and George Soros (via BBC) suggested, the financial world that we knew a few months ago no longer exists, and we’re faced with an entirely different world that, to me, may require a unique strategy for it to thrive. That “super-strategy”, to my mind, should result from a multi-lateral decision among the stalwarts of world financial architecture, which should be based on common interests. Therefore, shouldn’t China and its BRIC (Brazil, Russia and India) allies just cooperate with other world financial stalwarts for now rather than using devisive economic politics to push for drastic measures that may prove even more catastrophic – even to them - in the future? Although I sympathatize with Brazil because its economy grew to what it is today mostly through home-grown business ventures and local market-centered strategies, unlike China and India whose economic growth was based largely on international trade and political alliances, mostly with the US, and therefore, Brazil's irk is justified... still, is self -protectionism the way to go to respond to this crisis?

Yes, I’m still asking questions here! And, as George Soros pointed out, perhaps, the recently concluded G20 Summit in London is a good start to forge strong economic alliance among nations and design a "super-strategy" to "lay a new foundation" for a more sustainable global economic landscape. And, as we think about our "super-strategy", let me ask... how about values and ethics, accountability and responsibility? If at all, how would their inclusion into the "new foundation" bring about a robust and more sustainable world economy? If they're incorporated into the matrix of the "new foundation", would that drive the last nail to the coffin of the old Wall Street and the fundametals of Anglo-American capitalism as we knew it a few months back?

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Monday, March 30, 2009

Dollarrefic-not

A reluctant blogger is back from a job-imposed hiatus.
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by Philipina A. Marcelo

More than two months??? Has it been that long since I last visited my own blog? Wow! Busy, busy me! But this doesn't mean that I stopped reading the New York Times, Economist and, uh, TMS Comicspage… nor did I stop watching Jon Stewart (who has been reaching a new height of awesomeness these days) and Stephen Colbert, or Stephen Sackur, ‘cause I’ve not! I was just too preoccupied with a number of urgent things. Besides, I crashed my laptop… uh, again – my second within 15 months, and my third within 24 months! If the rate of computer crash is indicative of a person's stress level, then mine must be in the MPa range!

Yes, I was one of those stress-ravaged teachers struggling to reach the Academic Year's finish line, it was even impossible to squeeze out 30 minutes from my sked to visit the salon for a manicure/pedicure for more than a month! But now that we have just sent off 52 new chemical engineers to the real world, and helped more than a hundred more aspirants move one step closer to getting sent off soon, I say, I’m “mission accomplished” this Academic Year! Now, I deserve some blogging time before planning a “real vacation”… which, hopefully, would take me to the Great Wall of China, or the ruins of Greece, or the Pyramids of Egypt… and, uh, good old Disneyland (haha…)? Yah!

Speaking of China, on my first day of freedom from the bondage of grading test papers, I found this article on the Economist.com:
http://www.economist.com/daily/news/displaystory.cfm?story_id=13382566&fsrc=nwl

Oh, boy, here we go again... Tim Geithner better have a compelling argument against this one! No more sleeping at the switch for you now, pretty boy! And no more strutting at the ball court for you, too, Mr. President (Obama, that is)! In case you haven’t noticed, sir, uh, the presidential campaign period is already over. Majority of us in the free world have already decided that you’re cute enough for an un-photoshopped photograph… and that yeah, you could make a great leader, too... well, a great leader, first and foremost, actually. Now, maybe it’s time to actually lead? Well, OK… let me be fair and say, great job on the Gitmo plan, American troops withdrawal from Iraq plan and the handling of the Afghanistan/Pakistan issue so far. But, I digress….

Back to the Economist article… just when the Obama economic team is finally seeing a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel, after that two-week of numbers in green and upward arrows in the stock market, China issued a challenge with arguments that make sense, especially for them – right now. And, like a flash of lightning, the red numbers are back!

As per the Economist article, the governor of the People’s Bank of China, Mr. Zhou Xiaochuan, suggested that rather than continuing to use the US dollar as the foreign reserve currency, perhaps, it would be more beneficial for the financial systems around the world if governments used a synthetic currency, such as that of the IMF's special drawing rights (SDR), which is based on the weighted average of the dollar, euro, yen and pound. To my mind, a plan like this would help shield other countries from Wall Street risky financial somersaults in the future (not that the Knights of Greed would still dare when the dollar power diminishes more than it already has), and to recover from today’s financial crisis in a way that would be somewhat independent from the US’ own recovery strategy. It might just be a good idea, especially for China... or, mostly for China? (dammit, this is one of those days when I wish I minored in Economics!).

But what would such scenario do to market globalization? Wouldn’t this lessen the motivation among countries to sustain activities in the global market and focus instead on local market? For instance, isn’t it that the reason why China’s economy reached its present status – big enough to challenge and influence the Washington D.C. financial architects’ thinking – is because of the US opening up of its market to Chinese manufactured goods over the past two decades, which strengthened China’s manufacturing industry, even when local consumption is low? In the process, the US was also able to penetrate the Chinese soil to take advantage of cheap labor through partnerships with state-owned businesses? Back in those days, the dollar being the dominant currency as well as the reserve currency was beneficial to both countries – it brought stability to China’s economy and boosted that of the US. Although Washington D.C. could not claim a direct influence on Chinese political landscape (but hey, is there any government that can?), which remains to be an enigma to the whole world until now, it did enjoy considerable regard on financial-driven decisions in Beijing over the past two decades because of such bilateral business arrangements that contributed to an active global market. Many political analysts viewed this as maybe the “softening” of Beijing on an American handshake. Now, I wonder what those political analysts are thinking now! Are we seeing a shift of tide here? Is that good or bad? (No, I’m not asking for a Wall Street opinion here, thank you very much!!!) And just how does the Chinese’ “sovereign fund”, which I presume is in dollars, figure in all this? Just how large is it really that Beijing feels compelled to push for the end of dollar dominance in response to the US’ financial recovery strategy of “printing loads of money” that might hurt the dollar’s value? Just what, or how much, is at stake for China here? Sorry for asking, I’m just being my curious, academic self, that’s all.

So, are we really seeing the last days of dollar dominance? Just imagine how those Sarah Palinish Americans who still think that Asians lived on treetops would react to this! Haha… OK, I’m being silly, sorry. Going back… although Mr. Zhou Xiaochuan raised valid points (in favor of China, of course), to me, the more compelling argument is still this: “Mr. Zhou’s plan could win support from other emerging economies with large reserves. However, it is unlikely to get off the ground in the near future. It would take years for the SDR to be widely accepted as a means of exchange and a store of value. The total amount of SDRs outstanding is equivalent to only $32 billion, or less than 2% of China’s foreign-exchange reserves, compared with $11 trillion of American Treasury bonds.” On second thought… we mustn’t forget, we’re talking about an enigma here.

Wait, did I forget to include Taj Mahal in my must-see list this summer? Whatever, I’ll go to Palawan! Yah!

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The One dream fulfilled... in the name of love

Celebrating with the whole world the historic dawning of a new day through an unnecessarily elaborate analysis of a favorite karaoke song - priceless! :-) ======================================================

by Philipina A. Marcelo

I read one person’s blog just now. She is wondering about how she’s not in the “Obama train” like the multitude of ecstatic people all around the world jumping in to join Barack Obama in the journey of his life. She likened her I-don’t-get-it Obama experience with how she also didn’t get all the hype about Eagles’ “Hotel California” in the 70’s. I can’t help but smile about the blog… just because I love Hotel California (and no, I’m not that old either) – aside from “Build me up buttercup” (OK, I'll say it again I'm not that old, haha...), it’s my all-time song of choice in those frenzied karaoke parties, and I’m an Obama convert, too, since that moving Pennsylvania speech! No, I’m not an American, but I did find that speech moving anyhow. I guess that's just how the Obama appeal works.

Anyway, I was going to post the response below on the blog page I just saw, but I decided to post it here instead. Here goes…

Hotel California? Aawww...

Oh, boy… how could anybody miss that quietly blazing guitar that sings so much better than either Glenn Frey or Don Henley - the two awesome front men of Eagles, especially towards the end of the song??? The tempo is just great, too… it goes from creeping slow to jogging slow to fast notes – it’s like riding a roller coaster of emotions. The adrenalin spikes here and there as the tempo builds up was amazing since it doesn’t come with the deafening sound of drums and cymbals being punished with a pair of wooden sticks by some possessed drummer. In spite the fancy guitar chords plucking, the tone of the song is just so “doable” that anybody (including myself!) can actually sing it without too much effort! (Uh, a-hem, a-hem, do, re, mi...) And, by the time you finished navigating the last lyric stanza (OK, don't even get me started with the symbolisms in the lyrics), you are rewarded with that guitar jam to bang your head to just to celebrate your supposed vocal prowess… and that’s just heaven! Hotel California is not just a song – it’s an experience, and a totally awesome one at that!

Come to think of it, that is just exactly what the “Obama mania” is like to me. You look at his flimsy no-noisy-drum-beats but nevertheless impressive academic and public service record, and you see a promise whose fulfillment is “doable”. He speaks, and he just captivates you, inspires you, and makes you want to be better than the good person that you already are – and it feels “doable”, just because you see him as the very embodiment of success from hard work and a big dream fulfilled. His person makes you want to look beyond “just colors” and humble beginnings, and focus on possibilities and fulfilling them instead. There is a refreshing quality in his youth and cool confidence, intellect, optimism, and tenacity to do well… especially after eight years of GWB. After seeing how he was able to mobilize so many people of various backgrounds, ages and religious beliefs to bring his campaign from anonymity to victory, proving to everyone that, yes, great things can be achieved when people set aside differences and work together towards the attainment of a common goal, you know that this is the guy you want to bet your bottom dollar on in these troubled times.

So, yeah… Obama?? Awwww! :)


I do love “Hotel California”, but right now, I’m listening to U2’s “In the Name of Love” as I await the inauguration of the 44th President of the United States of America – yeah, That One!



(photo: Philipina, second from left, pushing her lungs in a Christmas videoke party with UST Chem. E. karaokees singing... yeah, "Hotel California"! credit: G. Chao)


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