THE BEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING EERIE

By: Iris P. Concepcion

Tendrils on face picked by a pretty tot named Louise. Confused and dazed, she began chewing it until reprimanded by the tendrils' owner.

Me.

She looks like Suri (daughter of Tom and Kate) when her eyes are not widely open. She looks good in cotton dresses, especially the long ones. She is currently sporting an accessory on her nose. A snot. Too much popsicles.

She knows how to eat French Fries and how to put catsup on them. She feeds these on my mouth whenever she finds herself burped and fed.

If adults were to be outlawed, I would not mind getting stuck with kids like these: messy, rowdy, rule-defying. Everything is freefall, including the chips loosely scattered on the ground that she picks to put in her mouth and you just need to yell: " THAT'S DIRTY!!!!"

And she gives you a killer grin, munching it anyway.

I love the pictures posted in this entry. The first one is from a short film I had semi-reviewed in my previous entry, about an Ifugao boy who wanted to have a wooden scooter to give to his "crush" and in the process, learned more about his father and adult logic in general.

This was taken from the program synopses. This particular scene was shot when he (named cutely as Gum-o) was sneakily eyeing the object of his affection: it spoke more than any nuanced and studied kilometric dialogue. I repeat, there is a Nabokovian-Colette tenderness to it, the eyes, his giddiness, his sly peek, it is a slice of honesty hooking you by the gut and I actually muttered inside the film venue : "good job guys, good job." This is what motion picture is all about. A visual foray into your senses.

Second picture is a new, brave work of what one can do with indigenous materials. I do not know from what material this was created from (I did not bother to ask---the people milling there wore skimpy skinny jeans and perhaps could not give me an answer either) but I presume, shell is one of its components. It is pretty upclose, striking than the usual weaving normally associated with indigenous art. A new take, and more pleasing. Like taking on a global notch of grip saying : "Look At Me, I Am Absolutely, Globally Stunning!".

I took the third one while I lined up for my tickets; it looked enthralling even from its back view, following my backstreet thread of creativity for the recently discovered thespians who are kind of old but are taking inspiring new steps to while away their time: seizing photos that complete them.

I took the next picture from a small newspaper and liked its sketch. I simply snapped it. Besides, I love the extra zing in Japanese burgers . Weird but they are ultra tasty. Charcoal-grilled. My best impromptu date (cringe, corny) is via a Japanese bowl food also.

The last one is from the lobby of the film venue. There is so much going on around here that you could get lost in its almost Dutch film maker subtlety of presentation.

Even when you are silent, you can get loud telepathy-wise, in here.

While I am on this, the City Hall of Manila did a bold step in putting the picture of Cory Aquino and the presidential picture of his son right in front of its main building. I guess this encourages affection for leaders who had led us rightly. I thought they only do this to nobled stock in mideastern countries. Long time coming, long time coming.