<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439</id><updated>2011-05-21T03:36:44.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL INDIO BRAVO</title><subtitle type='html'>brown ideas comes in shapes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-114568089825033593</id><published>2006-04-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:41:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the testimony i gave to jeff hofer</title><content type='html'>"We’ve known each other during our&lt;br /&gt;younger days, my days of being wild, he&lt;br /&gt;knows everything about me; we've been&lt;br /&gt;to a lot of things from simple joys to&lt;br /&gt;extravagant angst. He knows when i am&lt;br /&gt;disconnected to the real world to my&lt;br /&gt;own reel life. Its like a movie, we are&lt;br /&gt;partners in crime but we never tolerate&lt;br /&gt;each other. He’s my almost famous&lt;br /&gt;accomplice pretending to be weak but&lt;br /&gt;deep inside is an economical cycle of&lt;br /&gt;thoughts, too strong too eager to fight&lt;br /&gt;that’s the reason why we became&lt;br /&gt;friends, our history is just the same, we&lt;br /&gt;are products of our own stable state of&lt;br /&gt;mind."&lt;br /&gt;-famous tanguilig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-114568089825033593?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/114568089825033593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/114568089825033593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2006/04/testimony-i-gave-to-jeff-hofer.html' title='the testimony i gave to jeff hofer'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-113703932637802540</id><published>2006-01-11T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:15:26.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"1001 MOVIES YOU MUST SEE BEFORE YOU DIE"</title><content type='html'>From now on, i will be giving reviews, synopsis for each movies enlisted in the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-113703932637802540?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/113703932637802540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/113703932637802540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2006/01/1001-movies-you-must-see-before-you.html' title='&quot;1001 MOVIES YOU MUST SEE BEFORE YOU DIE&quot;'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-113039114825561377</id><published>2005-10-26T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:32:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK HORSE</title><content type='html'>"Dark Horse" is a light comedy about a Danish slacker who surprises himself by discovering responsibility. The second feature by French-born Icelandic director Dugar Kari doesn't follow a traditional plot, but rather proceeds in fits and starts through a series of comic vignettes that occasionally toy with flights of whimsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari shot his film in and around Copenhagen in a slightly hazy black-and-white, which he says is his homage to movies of the '60s. (There is one telling shot in color.) "Dark Horse" does remind one of '60s European films that played with romantic notions of anti-authoritarianism and youthful misfits. Kari shows little interest in looking deeper or letting the supporting roles do more than add to the jokiness. So other than in Scandinavia the film will have little impact outside of festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari co-wrote the film with Danish screenwriter Rune Schjott and has cast several up-and-coming Danish actors including shovel-faced Jakob Cedergren as the lead. Daniel is a young fellow with little faith in the concepts of paying rent, maintaining a job or keeping a fixed abode. He makes under-the-table money as a graffiti artist when young men commission him to spray romantic tributes on walls to their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Daniel meets Franc (Tilly Scott Pedersen), a young woman with a shared sense of irresponsibility. The two fall in love, and when she becomes pregnant, decisions need to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the movie diverts its attention to focus somewhat fuzzily on a judge (Morten Suurballe), who appears to have something of a slacker streak within him, but this subplot never finds a comfortable home in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters on the periphery -- a pal who dreams of becoming a soccer referee; Franc's libidinous mother; Daniel's enigmatic father -- are fleeting comic personalities without much substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari's own band, Slowblow, provides the whimsical music while Manuel Alberto Claro's black-and-white cinematography gives Copenhagen a wistful glow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-113039114825561377?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/113039114825561377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/113039114825561377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/dark-horse.html' title='DARK HORSE'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-113039098050304617</id><published>2005-10-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:29:40.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIDADE BAIXA</title><content type='html'>"Poverty raunch is the genre for this saga about a fighter, a stripper and a robber. It's a down-and-very dirty melodrama set amid the squalor of the northeast coast of Brazil, featuring cock fights, boxing matches and hard and sweaty sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Walter Salles and Mauricio Andrade Ramos, "Cidade Baixa" does not promenade as social commentary but rather rampages as an in-your-face depiction of three lowlifes in a sexual triangle. Discriminating audiences who don't want their sex and violence sullied by relationship-speak should enjoy "Cidade," but it's unlikely that even the most sophisticated or jaded of festival audiences will kindly endure the onslaught of viciousness on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this menage, there's Deco (Lazaro Ramos), a boxer, Naldinho (Wagner Moura), a petty criminal, and Karrina (Alice Braga), a sexually insatiable stripper. Deco and Naldinho have fallen on hard times: They work the docks, unloading cargo, but the shipping business has dried up in their area. They seek greener pastures, setting out for El Salvador, picking up Karrina along the way. For the lift, she lifts them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the three amigos are holed up drinking, screwing, scrounging and warring. As the sexual arithmetic indicates, one of the guys is going to be the odd man out, and neither of the testosterone-fueled louts will defer. Karrina is sensitive enough to understand this, though her carnal appetites are so voracious that she fuels the tension by driving them both wild in bed. Soon, the two male lunks take off the gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the sordid strut of Sergio Machado and Karim Ainouz's screenplay, the performances are properly fleshed out. Braga's uninhibited, sexual rampage is incendiary, igniting the pent-up violence and craziness of her lowlife world. Similarly, both Moura and Ramos are convincing as the macho, reckless dregs of the harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, filmmaker Machado blasts together an appropriate aesthetic: "Cidade Baixa" is loud, frantic and brutal. Technically, the aesthetics service the story line, especially the onslaught of sounds from composers Carlinhos Brown and Beto Villares."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-113039098050304617?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/113039098050304617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/113039098050304617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/cidade-baixa.html' title='CIDADE BAIXA'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-112533110277007472</id><published>2005-08-29T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:58:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWW.PRAVCA.COM/BABAE_SA_BREAKWATER</title><content type='html'>"the movie that brought back the philippines to cannes film festival :), woman of breakwater, the website."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-112533110277007472?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/112533110277007472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/112533110277007472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/wwwpravcacombabaesabreakwater.html' title='WWW.PRAVCA.COM/BABAE_SA_BREAKWATER'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-112295979006405730</id><published>2005-08-01T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:16:30.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"maximo"</title><content type='html'>"maximo, maximo, can you hear me? i'm taking mary potter."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-112295979006405730?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/112295979006405730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/112295979006405730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/maximo.html' title='&quot;maximo&quot;'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-112183068440404222</id><published>2005-07-19T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:38:04.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BREAKING THE WAVES"</title><content type='html'>"Love is an almighty power."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-112183068440404222?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/112183068440404222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/112183068440404222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/07/breaking-waves.html' title='&quot;BREAKING THE WAVES&quot;'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111822875586274697</id><published>2005-06-08T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T04:05:55.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot n honey</title><content type='html'>"i've been asking the same question for the past 21 years, and imagine how long was it already. my ideals of becoming someone that i don't want is suspectingly out of the box. to my dearest point and turns of reaction i would never get to his situation again. who's hot anyway? i can no longer deliver myself to any agony as deep as the abyss, seriously, can you just take me? i might make sense when i'm under your roof."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111822875586274697?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111822875586274697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111822875586274697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-n-honey.html' title='hot n honey'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111822825711579425</id><published>2005-06-08T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T04:00:25.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobel</title><content type='html'>" i'm into nobel's novels right now, my current state of mind would definitely still be floating in third world, wanna bet?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111822825711579425?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111822825711579425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111822825711579425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/nobel.html' title='nobel'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111762501906844903</id><published>2005-06-01T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T04:23:39.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>hey hey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111762501906844903?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111762501906844903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111762501906844903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111443243033691214</id><published>2005-04-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T05:33:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHIZO</title><content type='html'>This beautiful and moving feature, set in modern-day Kazakhstan, depicts the hard choices a young man makes when he's caught between poverty, crime and love, guided only by his wits and his better nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111443243033691214?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111443243033691214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111443243033691214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/04/schizo.html' title='SCHIZO'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111443205311731632</id><published>2005-04-25T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T05:27:33.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KONTROL</title><content type='html'>The massive labyrinthine netherworld that is the Budapest subway system provides the stunning setting for "Kontroll," a high style, high speed romantic thriller in which the lives of assorted outcasts, lovers, and dreamers intersect and collide, and where one handsome young hero, one mysterious maiden, and one particularly nasty killer must conduct a race against time, trains, and destiny itself in their frantic pursuit of one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111443205311731632?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111443205311731632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111443205311731632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/04/kontrol.html' title='KONTROL'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111432747922033606</id><published>2005-04-24T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:53:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EDUKATORS</title><content type='html'>Jan, Peter and Jule are living out their rebellious youth. They are united by their passion to change the state of the world. Jan and Peter become "The Edukators," mysterious perpetrators who non-violently warn the local rich their "days of plenty are numbered." Complications follow when vulnerable Jule ends up falling for both young men. Reckless choices result in danger. An operation gone wrong and what was never intended to be a kidnapping brings the three young idealists face-to-face with the values of the generation in power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111432747922033606?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111432747922033606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111432747922033606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/04/edukators.html' title='THE EDUKATORS'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111432655995269142</id><published>2005-04-24T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:50:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEAN CREEK</title><content type='html'>Mean Creek - Set in a small Oregon town where secrets are hard to keep and lays even harder, Mean Creek flows with a simple elegance of truth and consequences as it follows a crisis in the lives of its teen characters, keenly directed by first-timer Jacob Aaron Estes. The journey within begins as a plot for playful payback on a local troublemaker; the journey onscreen begins with a river, as a ragtag group of troubled-and-not teenagers set out on a boat trip to celebrate the birthday of their youngest member. As a sort of boyish Heart of Darkness trip develops, cracks in the crew form when some of the teens have second thoughts about what they are about to do. Photographed in mossy greens and bark-colored skies, Mean Creek exposes a strange natural growth that appears in the nuanced performances of a fantastic cast, almost as if audience and child are forced to grow up together. What is so fascinating is watching an instinct-driven morality play itself out, swirl in fits and starts, float along for a while, and then finally settle into decisions that will haunt the characters for the rest of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111432655995269142?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111432655995269142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111432655995269142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/04/mean-creek.html' title='MEAN CREEK'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111432640829271039</id><published>2005-04-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:54:48.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TARNATION</title><content type='html'>"Tarnation" is as fiercely personal a self-portrait as can be recalled. Having documented his life since the age of eleven, Jonathan Caouette weaves a psychedelic whirlwind of snapshots, Super-8 movies, answering machine messages, video diaries, early short films, snippets of '80s pop culture and dramatic reenactments to create an epic portrait of an American family torn apart by dysfunction and reunited through the power of love. The film begins with 31-year-old Caouette learning of his mother's lithium overdose and his trip home to aid in her recovery. Slipping back into the archives of his youth, we watch Caouette grow up on camera, seeking escape from family trauma through musical theater, grade-B horror flicks and the forging of his identity through popular culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111432640829271039?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111432640829271039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111432640829271039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/04/tarnation.html' title='TARNATION'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-111408193525050143</id><published>2005-04-21T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T04:12:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>animal</title><content type='html'>"love it, hate it, unscramble it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-111408193525050143?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111408193525050143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/111408193525050143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/04/animal.html' title='animal'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110509598428190445</id><published>2005-01-07T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:09:03.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a game called TRIP TO EUROPE</title><content type='html'>"i didn't have second thoughts of not going to the trip, it's a once in a lifetime chance and since i'm still young and able, i will grab it. europe has been my dream since i was young. maybe i was just too fortunate that i can go there without any worries at all. in a few hours i will be now boarding the plane, everything is already fine, ofcourse i won't forget to bring my digicam, plus my cellphone which i just applied in globe so i could send messages to my family and friends. im pretty much excited now, if you could only hold me now, you can tell that i am shaking. if i could only drag my house, i would. here i come europe see you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110509598428190445?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110509598428190445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110509598428190445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110509598428190445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110509598428190445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/game-called-trip-to-europe.html' title='a game called TRIP TO EUROPE'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484209708954325</id><published>2005-01-04T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T03:31:07.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flat water</title><content type='html'>"the best form of flattery is imitation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484209708954325?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484209708954325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484209708954325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484209708954325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484209708954325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/flat-water.html' title='the flat water'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484191964148858</id><published>2005-01-04T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:31:59.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>translate my existence</title><content type='html'>"the best feeling you can get is the passion of helping other people, making a difference is a long virtue thats needs patience, and commitment. time is also an issue, not all can give time but atleast sharing a little moment can already change ones person's life, that's what i think the real essence of our existence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484191964148858?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484191964148858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484191964148858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484191964148858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484191964148858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/translate-my-existence.html' title='translate my existence'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484185468446490</id><published>2005-01-04T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:30:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kritiko-legal</title><content type='html'>"i love compliments but i rather have criticisms for i am after self-reconstruction and improvements, i don't intend to be perfect but to be better every single day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484178109532901</id><published>2005-01-04T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:29:41.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the price of it</title><content type='html'>"it's so easy to get into a relationship but the hardest part is how you could make it last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484178109532901?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484178109532901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484178109532901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484178109532901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484178109532901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/price-of-it.html' title='the price of it'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484165162863467</id><published>2005-01-04T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:27:31.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeepney</title><content type='html'>"i was made in UP, i am made up of automatic humor, aggressive freedom, and amphibious ideas. i am from UP, i am free, i am an image of a jeepney with loads of intellectual stimulating individuals fighting for their rights, our rights. i am from UP, starting my journey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484165162863467?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484165162863467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484165162863467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484165162863467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484165162863467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/jeepney.html' title='jeepney'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484150567040969</id><published>2005-01-04T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:25:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbles from the toothpaste</title><content type='html'>"i made a short story back in 2002, my professors in UP-DILIMAN really loved it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Bubbles. Tulad ng aking pangalan ay transparent ako. I don’t mind what other people think of me as long as I am happy. Sabi ng iba I’m a very extra-ordinary girl and for the record na-experience ang kumain ng beta max with matching Tabasco sauce saka uminom ng itlog with sarsi when I was in 5th grade. From then on, na hook na ako sa kalye. All my batch mates sa highschool thinks im so rebellious but I guess its all in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Im proud to say im seeing a special yet mature one right now, ang totoo none of my friends even my folks have seen it. Siguro di lang nila napapansin kasi di pa naman nila nakikita. I don’t care kung drop dead gorgeous or hindi. I could say na medyo typical ang looks pero may face value. Di naman sa kinahihiya ko ang aking so called “special one” problema nga lang his shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;“Bubbles, malaman laman lang namin na may boyfriend ka, lintik lang ang walang ganti.” sabi ng Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I really didn’t understand what she said sa huling statement I don’t really care. Basta ang alam ko im in the right track.&lt;br /&gt;When I first got into college, sa interview ko sa guidance office, I was asked to go to a Psychiatrist. Magpa-test daw ako, I was afraid to know why I need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;“No it’s ok, don’t think you have problems in mind. I don’t want to imply anything. It’s just a test, After all, di lang naman ikaw ang pinapapunta ko.” sabi ng Doc&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kong seseryosohin ko ang sinabi ng doctor, pampalubag loob lang ang sinabi niyang di lang naman daw ako ang pinapapunta niya. Basta la naman siguro masama if I go there.&lt;br /&gt;TEST.SESSION.TEST.RELAX.EVALUATION.&lt;br /&gt;I got the result, malinaw pa sa buwan, negative ako sa possibility of insanity. Now, I became more confident. Ofcourse taas noo ako sa guidance office. May tendencies daw akong kumausap ng mga non-living things or mga hayop. Effect daw un ng sobrang creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my love life, di ko pa kayang iwan ito.&lt;br /&gt;“Your’e my 1st love. Alam mo, you made complete. You put the smile on my face at lagi ako confidently fresh.” sabi sa sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;August 6, 2001. My 15th birthday. I received something so timely and I loved it. Plus the fact na wala na ang mga braces ko. Di nako mukhang “geek”.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL.BAHAY.TELEPHONE.&lt;br /&gt;Basic routine ko sa pang araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;August 6, 2004 na bukas. Naku turning 4 years na since my special one arrived in my life. Saka na ako magdedecide pag 18 nako. Bukas na yun. Ang debut ko; Simple lang, garden party ang concept at dapat lahat ng guest naka pang superhero ang attire.&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED.SCARED.HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya I have this strangest feeling na may mangyayaring iba bukas? I think I should let go na siguro I’ll take my mom’s advice, to learn new things, to experience new things as long as mabuti ito.&lt;br /&gt;“Anak, you should be in bed right now, mapupuyat ka niyan, saka ba’t andito ka sa C.R? naku Bubbles, ilang beses ko bang sasabihin sayo na itapon mo na yan!” Mom told me.&lt;br /&gt;“Ummm ayoko nga..i mean I’ll think about it.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan, handa na ang lahat. I was having this very emotional moment, well again in the same venue sa banyo. Medyo life size ang mirror so andun din ako. Habang nakatingin ako sa salamin, napansin ko ang aking reflection, im pretty pala. Pero behind that idea naalala ko ang una kong pag punta sa Batasan para umattend ng rally, ng mamatayan ako ng aso na I almost faint ng aking malaman at lastly, ang 15th birthday ko. Biglang tumulo ang aking luha, tulo talaga. My parents caught me in that situation. They invited me to go down and entertain our guest, my guest, my night.&lt;br /&gt;Parang the whole evening wraps me with mixed feelings. Loneliness and happiness in the canopy of stars. Feeling ko I am like a fish riding on a merry go round. Paulit-ulit. Papalit-palit. Kulang na lang alisin ang hasa ko.&lt;br /&gt;Gift opening. A very similar box with a very similar wrapping from a very similar person caught my attention from the rest. I took it and went upstairs straight ahead sa aking sanctuary, the C.R.&lt;br /&gt;Ni-locked ko ang door baka mahuli na naman ako ng mommy pero I have a different agenda now. Cinematic. Im with my old and new momories. Kami lang ang mga elements dito. I am holding my 3 year old toothbrush at ang new improved toothbrush na I received last night. My 3 year old toothbrush is an indio at siya ang special someone ko, kahit yellowish na ang color niya I still used it for that longest moment. From the time it arrived in my life until yesterday. I felt comfort and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;My new toothbrush is mestizo. Made in U.S.A at buong buo ang mga bristles, improved at advanced kasi kaya tatagal siya ng 8 months pero sa akin tatagal ito ng 3 to 4 years depende sa aking pag gamit. Malambing ako kaya soft lang ang pag brush ko ng teeth.&lt;br /&gt;“Tama ka mommy, I need to be mature at itinapon ko na rin ung toothbrush na inaaway mo.” Sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kasama ng mga kalat ng aking debut ay isinama ko na ang aking ex. I know I really made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;Sa payatas, kung saan halos lahat ng basura ay itinatapon isang babaeng scavenger ang nakapulot sa toothbrush at doon nagsimula ang isang bagong story kumbaga; another legend will soon rise sa gitna naman ng mga basurang bumabalik sa atin kapag may baha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484150567040969?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484150567040969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484150567040969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484150567040969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484150567040969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/bubbles-from-toothpaste.html' title='bubbles from the toothpaste'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484141393203668</id><published>2005-01-04T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:23:33.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>therefore i am</title><content type='html'>"I THINK GREEN, ANIMO LASALLE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484141393203668?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484141393203668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484141393203668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484141393203668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484141393203668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/therefore-i-am.html' title='therefore i am'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484135617013277</id><published>2005-01-04T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:22:36.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang</title><content type='html'>"when a person is fond of asking question, it's an indication of  being intelligent. he uses his mind, and practices his ability to learn but if a person never ask anything at all, he refuses knowledge, he ignores his life and misses the chance of knowing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484135617013277?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484135617013277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484135617013277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484135617013277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484135617013277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/sayang.html' title='sayang'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484121269509801</id><published>2005-01-04T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:20:12.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busog</title><content type='html'>"don't feed me with hate, i might choke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484121269509801?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484121269509801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484121269509801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484121269509801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484121269509801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/busog.html' title='busog'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110484112627932885</id><published>2005-01-04T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:18:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vain not allowed</title><content type='html'>"if vanity kills, many will be dead now, many will die. if vanity heals, only few will be cured, a lot will still be ill, if vanity rules, all people may not be able to follow, many will still be simple, if vanity exists, where will i be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9935439-110484112627932885?l=singaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/feeds/110484112627932885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9935439&amp;postID=110484112627932885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484112627932885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9935439/posts/default/110484112627932885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singaw.blogspot.com/2005/01/vain-not-allowed.html' title='vain not allowed'/><author><name>singaw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9935439.post-110481184161180905</id><published>2005-01-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:10:41.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>epidemya</title><content type='html'>"my writing is like an epidemic disease, the origin is unknown, it is also unnamed, but it swallows my system slowly. i almost forgot how to write, all i can remember is that when you write, its must come from within, it could be from your agony or from your most blissful memory. it is always fun to write, it is a way to release temper, pressure, and power. a good friend from the states reminded me the essence of writing. i refused to mention his name, for he may want to remain a mystery like the letters, the words, and sentences we create. it is true that mystery comes after when you finish writing, sometimes you would not remember how did you started, your mind will try to recall but the silence of your writing will prevail. writing isn't my first love, i just learned how to appreciate it and eventually fell from it. write all you can , write when you can after all to write is a right. again, my writing is like an epidemic disease, it spreads but it inspires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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