Be seeing you all soon! We open on September 20th, and we're running all the way through November! Tickets are available through Ticketworld at select National Bookstore branches, select Robinsons Department Stores, Ayala Malls - Greenbelt 1 or Glorietta 1, the TicketWorld Office, or the Ticketworld website! You may also contact Ticketworld by calling (63) 2 891 9999.

Based on the classic tale by Robert Louis Stevenson. Directed by Michael Williams. All shows begin at 3PM at the Insular Life Theater, Filinvest Corporate City, Alabang. Visit the Theater Down South website or

Also: The Helen Keller Simulator.

I had a scare earlier this year because I heard that FOX's new show, Fringe, just might get the axe when the season ends. But after watching the 19th episode tonight, I decided to check on the status of that news and learned that they picked the show up for a second season! It's awesome news, especially since that last show I sort of got hooked on early last year, New Amsterdam, was cancelled after one season. They'll be airing Fringe's season finale next week.


CBS recently came up with an extended miniseries that will run through July. It's called Harper's Island, a show that feels like an uber long slasher film. It's set in an island in the Northwestern United States, where just several years prior a gruesome murder took place. At least one person gets killed off each week. Until now, a few episodes in, I'm wondering when they're gonna start noticing that people are going missing. I hope it has some sick plot twist somewhere.
 
Finally, I cannot wait for the second season of True Blood. Several teasers have been released already, and it's all looking pretty good. Just a couple more weeks!

P.S. I never thought I'd be sucked in by Heroes ever again, but I was proven wrong. Why must the season end now??
P.P.S. On an unrelated note, I haven't been in the theatres lately. I miss it tremendously! Is there anything good out?

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

In the wee hours of the morning, I was able to come up with a Tumblr theme from scratch. There's no JavaScript involved. Yet. That's proving to be too ambitious at this stage.

For now, though, I'm happy.



And now to sleep. I've been working on this since last night and I just realised I spent at least 8 hours on this theme.

Good night.

P.S. Visit my tumblr.

I've been reading about people waiting for their lives to 'start happening,' and it got me thinking.

What would happen to them if they woke up one day and they're 40 and they realized their lives had begun 20 years ago, that they threw it all away, and the only reason they kept waiting was that they expected their lives to be different?

What if the opportunities had been staring them in the face, but they were looking too far out? What if they kept complaining about their problems and failed to realize they had been the tipping point of their lives and that all they needed to do was to suck it all in?

And while there were questions, I came up with one resolution. More of a hope, really:

I hope to appreciate my life more. I want to.

Saul: Wait. What do you mean it’s dead?
Dale: What do I mean? I mean the battery’s dead. The battery’s dead!
Saul: No, no… what do you mean?
Dale: How can I explain this to you differently? The battery is dead. It ceased to live. It’s deceased now. The car needs a battery to start, Saul.
Saul: How did this happen?
Dale: Well we clearly fell asleep with the battery on and-…
Saul: Aw, man… Talk radio?
Dale: Yes, talk radio.
Saul: So boring, man! The car just committed suicide.

Sometimes, I think I'm too old to still be where I am. Sometimes, I think that I have to ditch taking baby steps and hurry up and take bigger strides and make bigger decisions if I want to go places. Sometimes, I think that while all the people around me are starting to make something on their own, I'm still here, merely taking in the scenery. And it's not all because I'm stressing about growing old or dying. It's just that I don't want to wake up old one day and realise that time just passed me by, and that I am basically just a square or two from where I began, if not in the same place.

Most of the time I think to myself that I want to be able to do the things that I want to do—become one of the best at what I do, fix my house (if not build a new one), give back to my family, travel, learn, meet a lot of new people, make a handful or two more good friends, live in a foreign country—and still be considerably young at the end of it.

Sometimes I wish I was born someplace else, where I would surely have more (and better) opportunities, where life would be better. But then I tell myself—and even imagine other people tell me—that it's pretty naive to wish for such things, that we have to make the most of what we have, that we just have to find the right set of opportunities, that life elsewhere is not necessarily better...just decidedly different. The thing that sucks, though, is I still end up wishing, because the other half of me knows that that other half (and that the imaginary 'other people') can't possibly know all that for sure. As much as we try to plan and make sense of life, in my opinion, the details are still incredibly volatile and unpredictable, and no one will ever know for certain.

Sometimes, I think to myself that taking these so-called baby steps really suck and that I want to start running and cutting corners. Sometimes, I get so tired of all the waiting, of all the believing that something bigger and better is going to come and that I am just being prepared for it.

But for now, it's all I know.

 

I've been doing some thinking lately. And putting all other considerations such as ethics and all such guidelines aside, I just came up with some rhetorical questions.

People dictate areas in our own personal lives, right down to the way we feel about the way we look, dress, write, and even manage our own space, practical or virtual. And it goes both ways. We tend to do it to other people, too.

And I'm just wondering why. Is it absolutely necessary for us to expect other people to live their lives according to our rules, and for them to expect us to live according to their standards?

Why do we get labelled as push-overs when we give, and stubborn when we don't?

Why must there be a label in the first place?

Why must our jobs be deemed unimportant by people with 'more important' jobs? Don't we all contribute to society?

Why must we feel at least a little threatened when we're asked what major are we gonna take, or what major are we taking, or if we finished our major at all? Don't things work out differently for each of us, and aren't we entitled to the choices we make according to our own individual design?

...Let's move to smaller things.

Why must we hear from those who came before us that the music from their generation was better than ours, and that we should listen to that instead? Can't we all just enjoy our own brand of music?

Why must other people tell us which movies to see and which ones not to? Can't we accept the fact that it's possible for other people to enjoy what we don't?

...Or to medium-sized things.

Why do we strictly adhere to etiquette when we tend to throw common decency out the window? Isn't it what's inside that matters at the end of the day and not what we just show others?

Why is there such a thing as peer pressure? Don't we have our own lives and our own expectations of ourselves to deal with?

Why can't we accept other people for being 'different' when we live in a diverse society?

Why do we expect other people to respond to situations the way we do when we don't respond to them the way they do? (yes, I just blew my mind)

Can't we really accept the fact that we are all unique?

We're all uniquely beautiful.
We're all uniquely talented.
We're all uniquely tall (or short).
We're all uniquely scarred.
We're all uniquely responsive.
We're all uniquely successful.

When we accept the fact that we all don't have to live or be the same as everyone else, and just start to live our own lives, won't it make living so much easier for all of us? Won't we then be free from having to claw our way through everything and put so much effort into being appreciated by everybody else?

Why must we give other people rules, anyway? Aren't we all just as lost as the next person?

Just asking.