a record of thoughts

TIMTTMY is now a certified member of my Top 10 Best Album of All Time. Each track captures me every time. My favorite is simply defined such that I love each track in it.

Typically, I don’t rely on reviews to tell me whether to watch, listen, eat, or use things. I strongly believe that reviews are for fools who can’t decide for themselves. Many things for sale these days now require expertise to identify what to have. However, availability of information has been for cheap as well. Regardless, I will stay away from such examples to relay my message.

Movies are forms of art. Art is not mathematically quantified – usually. Art is beautiful relative to the audience. One may find abstract art to be chaotic and tranquil for another. One may think that punk rock is out of control while the other may think it a well written masterpiece. One may think a comedy to be funny and the other will think it a tragedy. The point is that art is our escape to reason.

Since there is no standard measure to the quality of an art, a review has no right to judge an artistic piece trash or not. He may give his opinion, but should not be the basis of an artistic quality. A good example of this would be “The Boondock Saints.” Film critics put this film down and didn’t earn at all until people who saw the film talked about and earned 50 Million in video sales. The film is not bad, but film critics casted the film away.

So next time you plan to see a movie, ask around but don’t take their inputs personally. If your gut tells you a movie is good enough to dig in your pockets, go and see the film.

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

An excerpt from the lyrical genius of Leonard Cohen. This verse is as captivating as it can be. Intended to be a prayer, but I find use to it.

In a sense, I kind of live by this ethos. I’m only talkative at work because it’s too boring if we all keep quiet. Though I admit it’s a bit too noisy most of the time. If anyone has interacted with me, I’m not a conversationalist. I will answer questions as if I answer fill-in-the-blanks. I hate small talks because they are too uninteresting. If you want me to rant my mouth without limits, we have to have an uber interesting topic between us.

Kkum sok iu pi mul teul eun mal hae
Ma ju chil seul pheum teul eul
Yong seo leul ku ha lyeo hal
A peun ne mo seup to nae sa to
Ji chin teutta mul eo jin nun pi
Teo neum pa la ji anh a
Pi littha ke sum a teun pyeong teun sok i never know
Tol i kil su to eops eul kkum
Pa lae jin na iu ki eok teul
A pheum to mu tyeo jyeo peo lin kkae jin shim jang
Tha peo lin na iu yeong hon eun eun han nat sin (g)eo jin jae duh mi
Sang cheo ka teuk chan nun mul ha

So tell me tell me the reason why
How can you do this to me
You break my heart and you make me cry

Kkeut i eopp neun ma ji mak tal pi
Jil cheok han pyeon myeong teul lo
Heun jeok eops i sa la jin
Neol phum eun tta seu ham you never know
Kkeut i eopp neun a pheum sok e
Nam kyeo jin neu eun hu hie to
Iu mi eops i sa la jyeo kal sa lang iu kko

nal sarang-hae-so tto nandamyo
nun-mul-chit-don ku-dae-ye marul / midul su optjyo
hajiman naye chon-bu-yot-don
kudae-ga himduro hagiye chabul su opsotjyo

ontong nowaye giok-bbunin narul wi-hyae-so yot-damyon
chugumshing monojyoganun nal / nal wihandamyon

idae-ro nae gyote issoya hae-yo
narul ttonamyon an-dwae-yo
sesange modunkol i-rho-do kwaen-chanhayo
kudae-manit-damyon ku-dae-manit-damyon

hamkke utdon shigandurul
hamkke-haet-don yoksokdurul
chigum tto yongwonhi kiok-ha-gessoyo
tashi hanbon saeng-gakhae-yo
mu-oshi nal wihan gonchi ku-dae-nun algo-issoyo

yongwonhi nae gyo-teul chikyojuseyo
narul ttonaji marayo
sesange modun-kol i-rho-do nan johwayo
ku-dae-manit-damyon ku-dae-manit-damyon

ontong ku-dae-ye saeng-gakbbunin narul wi-hyae-so yotdamyon
chorahage ssurojinun nal nal wihandamyon

idae-ro nae gyote issoya hae-yo
narul ttonamyon an-dwae-yo
sesange modunkol i-rho-do kwaen-chanhayo
kudae-manit-damyon ku-dae-manit-damyon

yongwonhi nae gyo-teul chikyojuseyo
narul ttonaji marayo
sesange modun-kol i-rho-do nan johwayo
ku-dae-manit-damyon ku-dae-manit-damyon

I’ve been looking for a decent digital copy of this song. If you or anyone you know has a copy, I would be very grateful to you… Found it myself :)

Words by Jess Santiago

Si Lina ay isang magandang dalaga
Panggabi sa isang pabrika ng tela
Sumapi sa unyon, sumama sa welga
Biglang nagkagulo, nawala si Lina
Nang muling makita’y hubad at patay na

Halina, halina
Damitan ang bangkay
At sa ating puso’y
Hayaang humimlay si Lina

Isang magsasaka si Pedrong Pilapil
Walang kaulayaw kundi ang bukirin
Ngunit isang araw, may biglang dumating
Ang saka ni Pedro’y kanilang inangkin
Tumutol si Pedro at siya ay binaril

Halina, halina
At sa ating puso’y
Hayaang maghasik
Ng punla si Pedrong Pilapil

Sina Aling Maria’y doon nakatira
Sa tabi ng isang bundok ng basura
Ngunit isang araw, binuldoser sila
Sapagkat darating ang mga turista
Nawalan ng bahay ang isang pamilya

Halina, halina
At sa ating puso’y
Ipagtayo ng tahanan
Sina Aling Maria

Halina, halina

Words by Dong Abay

Nakakadena si Amor
Nakahawla ang dama de noche
Walang trabaho, bagong layang si Ador
Reklamador
Kungdi ang magbilang ng poste
Mahirap maging mahirap
Hahagulgul ang batang kulang sa sustansya
Malutong na magmumura
Ang bungangerang ina
Uumbagan sya ng asawang sugarol
Na wala namang dalang delehensya
Sa ngalan ng mga ama at ina
Kasama ang mga anak nila
Espiritu ng mga santo at santa