VL Raza. Or a reminder of past loves, mistakes, regrets and hopes. Reading K-Zone near the 9 o'clock. Honestly, I used to be a bully before, in an everyday school bus and on a now defunct website named Google +, as a product of really mean angst. I just wish I can talk to the people who didn't deserve it by saying sorry. But like what user (and bestie) Tanuki said to me earlier, we have to learn to forgive…
Or to when I saw you for the first time (really). Focusing in and out through cutting. Never saccharine. Emails overlaid on top of the urban life. Sometimes being alone leads to saying dumb; silly things. Socializing online whenever you can: the problems; the lives we live on. I wanted to see who's behind that text. I wanted to know who you are. I wanted to send out some sort of a message through writing these reviews. I was quiet…
The game. The difference between crosses and structures you never knew about. Flooding textures unto the ones over there: sadness, rage; joy. Aggression is never subtle, but mashing the controller's buttons brings an awareness over the absurdity. In this world, you saw a pizza place manager who looked like someone you knew, a singer who never wanted to be one, the local detective whose face didn't fit the role, a film reviewer who seemed old but was young, the rich…
The memories; regrets that were alive and died together. Composed of conversations to build up meaning. A life shared from burning cigarettes across the night. You will be left breathless; your words may slip away. From there on, there were more languages to learn. To the trials of our lives, to learning how to...
Drive my car
“드라이브 마이 카”
I-maneho ang aking kotse
Kemudikan mobil saya
Headache in my heart. Now is not the time for soullessness, where in a way, it's gorily structured; set-pieced to the bone like The Night Comes for Us but without that specific sense of playful formality and commitment to actual pass the time pulp-enjoyment. Apart of me thought this would've been a curious Category III-throwback. Yes, there are exploitation veins. Yes, it is low-brow. But one with full of itself shock value that feels like it's seen through an aggressive orientalist gaze.