Sunday, July 10, 2011

[[ HI-TECH LIES ]]

Girlfriend received a message from his boyfriend that he was out with the boys. Not to be worried. No grounds for suspicion. Months later, post-breakup, she learned he was cheating on her that night.

For some people, being constantly reachable creates new reasons to be deceptive.
If a person isn't physically in front of you during a discussion, you have no real way to judge as to whether or not he is telling the truth. There are no gestures and facial expressions to judge, and minimal emotional cues if any.Many believe it is easier to lie by text than by phone or in person, but that's not necessarily true.

People have always lied. The funny thing is that new technologies are merely changing the ways and the reasons we lie. Witness the "butler lie" that describes lies that politely initiate and terminate instant messaging conversations. Excuses like "Gotta go, boss is coming!" Like butlers, they act as social buffers, telling others that we are at lunch when we are just avoiding them.

Being constantly reachable makes butler lies necessary to many people because the ambiguities inherent in traditional texting also made them easier. Texters typically do not know when outgoing messages are read, where their recipients are or what they are doing.

Yet technology is already laying siege to the butler lie. Have you heard of the services like BlackBerry Messenger that enable mutual users to track when their texts are read? They are effectively torpedoing the "sorry, phone died last night" excuse. "Friend tracking" applications like Google Latitude allow people to geographically pinpoint their friends' mobile phones. So much for "stuck in traffic" when you really overslept. Cool? I think so too. :) But maybe not.

Butler lies and lying-and-texting in general is based on ambiguity that the medium gives you. As you start to threaten that ambiguity, it changes the way that you lie. People are already adapting, finding how to circumvent BlackBerry Messenger and read texts undetected. But if technology has spawned new ruses, are we actually lying more?

Texting and other digital forms of communicating are really new, so our beliefs about them tend to be more on the negative/suspicious side. Don't you think people actually lie more often by phone than by text, aware that lies are reproducible once spelled-out and sent?

Saying anything that you don't want shared in a text is a terrible idea. You're essentially giving the target of your lie a copy of the lie.

Friday, July 8, 2011

[[ I SAW MYSELF IN THE NEWSPAPER TODAY ]]

I'm sending this post through e-mail.


Yeah! For the first time in my life, I actually made it to the newspaper without being the most wanted person in the Philippines, being run over by a bus, nor exposing a big scam in the offices of big people in the government. I just did a short film and viola, my face is really there in the entertainment section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. I am still recuperating from an illness but I am high. Whew. Can I make films all my life just to see myself on the papers every day? Nah! Just kidding. 


If you want to see the full article, here's the link: 


http://entertainment.inquirer.net/4871/maranao-filmmakers-have-many-stories-to-tell-about-mindanao




David of Denasology,


Tweet me or add me in FB so we can make arrangements again for our guest posts. You know I've been very busy last week, but we can still pursue our plans, can't we?



Wednesday, July 6, 2011

[[ FRAGILE 3 ]]

Two weeks ago...

I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom glancing every minute at my cellphone. I would lie in bed, toss and turn, sit, and then pace around like a palace guard on duty. The cellphone beeped, my heart jumped along with my feet as I grabbed the poor thing to see who sent me a message. Was it from him?

"Oh hi. U may come 1st week of july so long as u are fine. Do continue taking ur meds until i see u."

It's from my doctor. Damn! Dammit!

I turned on my netbook, browsed my media files. I played random music and watched random videos. But I couldn't keep my eyes from not checking the damn cellphone. I missed you. I missed your call. I missed your voice. I missed how we would laugh at every little thing. I missed you. I really did miss you.

Today...

My cellphone lies untouched on top of my cabinet. It's battery is drained and I did not load it. I couldn't care less if someone calls or texts. Whoever does, I simply do not care at this moment. Because I am content today. I'm not thirsting for a drink, craving for a comfort food, and not even really missing you.

Maybe because someone else sent me flowers yesterday.

Someone else makes me feel beautiful,

Handles my fragile heart with care.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

[[ TALE OF A PAIR OF RED SHOES ]]

Pardon me because in the next lines, I will be talking about a pair of red shoes like as if they might just change the world and make it a better place. If you don't care about shoes as much as I do, do not read further. :)


These shoes are the prettiest among my shoes, I believe. They are the second tallest with about 5-inch heels. They are the hottest because of the sexy peep toe hole and fiery red color. They match my personality because they are covered with velvet and have some zipper detailing--feminine and edgy. 


Here's the story of the red shoes. I bought them on the morning of June 29. I had nothing to wear on the opening night (girls always feels like they have nothing to wear on big events anyway.) I thought I will just buy a pair of new shoes to compliment my old clothes and glamorize them. The event calls for smart casual and I have to strike a balance between glam and casual, When I saw those red babies on the rack, I knew I had to buy them or else I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I have this shameless adoration for shoes that I see them as the focal point of every outfit. Moreover, I am influenced by this line from Giovana Battaglia: "The lower I feel, the higher the heel." On occasions that calls for a boost of confidence, a pair of pretty shoes never fails me.


I wore them on the opening night and the next day. Look how dressed down they were when I paired them with an over-sized T-shirt and boyfriend jeans. What is funny about them is that Direk Sherad Anthony Sanchez and Direk Gutierrez Mangansakan II remembered my shoes. After wearing them on the screening day(a rainy and hectic day for everyone of us), the next day when I attended a lecture workshop with the two direks, the first thing they asked me was "Where are your red shoes?" They remembered me not necessarily for my film but certainly they remembered me with those shoes. Now that's making an impression. 

[[ MY FILM FEST CRUSH ]]

I'd like you to meet Stephan.


He is a French guy who documented the film fest. I met him on the 30th of June when he interviewed me with Malcolm who was videotaping the interview. I like that he is easy to talk to. He is not aloof. When he photographs or videotapes, he is so into it that he seems so detached yet absorbed in everything around him. He looks at people with genuine interest. He smiles a lot. And when he smiles, dang! His gray eyes lights up. He seems to be always blushing. He has a sexy French accent to his English. Maybe that's why I was crushing on him, because he is French and I've always been curious about French people that I gave him a little more attention than necessary.


Isn't he lovely? :-)

[[ WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE SINENG PAMBANSA LDS SHORTFILM COMPETITION? ]]

(from left to right: Lanao del Sur Assemblyman Zia Alonto, Congressman Hussein Pacasum Pangadamen, Film Development Council of the Philippines Chairman Briccio Santos, First Lady of Lanao del Sur Madame Raifah Raki-in Adiong, a representative from the French embassy, Director Brillante "Dante" Mendoza, Direk Sherad Sanchez, Direk Teng Mangansacan, co-participant Doss Lucman Pacasum)


Dear lovely readers,

I have been itching to "make kwento" (tell a story) about what happened to the Sineng Pambansa Lanao del Sur Film Development Council of the Philippines Film Fest. Here I go.

In celebration with the 52nd founding anniversary of the province of Lanao del Sur, the Film Development Council of the Philippines held its fifth leg of the Sineng Pambansa Film Festival here in Lanao del Sur. From June 29-July 1, there were screening of independent and mainstream films in the Kambayoka Theater and Mamitua Saber Conference Hall in Mindanao State University in the day time and social events at night.

The opening night of the Sineng Pambansa Lanao del Sur Film Fest was held on June 29 at the Capitol Guest House sponsored by Assemblyman Zia Alonto who blew my mind with his eloquent extemporaneous opening remarks. It was my first time to meet the directors and other film enthusiasts who came all the way to Lanao del Sur. It was daunting at first but eventually, everybody loosened up because those direks are really cool and down to earth people. Real artists. What was so cool too was that the other two finalists were my friends Doss and Kuya Pogs.

June 30, screening of the films made by us, the three finalists, to be judged by the direks and some local and international figures. That day, I had to endure three interviews, running around under the rain with my 5-inch stilettos. It was fun but during the screening, when the lights were dimmed in the theater and my film was rolling, I wanted to melt and die. My film is very symbolic and abstract that to grasp its meaning, you really have to think, and the quality of the film isn't good because I didn't have the right equipment and editing software. It's a bad feeling, with hundreds of people in the theater watching knowing that most likely they won't like my film because it's really not fun and entertaining.

July 1, awarding and recognition night in Ayala Resort Hotel. I was not expecting anything and I knew in my heart that if I get the third place(because the three finalists are winners already but what would make the difference is who made it to the top) I was ready to accept it. The three participants, Kuya Pogs, Doss and I, were seated together when Paolo Bertolin of La Biennale di Venezia, the organizer of Venice International Film Festival was starting to announce the winners. I could sense how we were all so nervous. Here's the thing, I did not win it. Najib Alyhar "Kuya Pogs" Zacaria got the first place. But! But I did not get the last place either. The judges had a hard time choosing between my film and Doss's because the two have very different weaknesses and strengths. So they decided that we are tied at second place. Paolo explained that Doss's film had showed the outstanding technical skills of the filmmaker and best in screenplay and
everything technical. Mine rendered the theme best and has excellent scriptwriting. I did not hear everything due to the tension and excitement.

The fun part for me was the acceptance of our awards. It felt, at least for me, like an Oscar so I delivered a LONG speech for a SHORT film competition. At the end of the night, we're partying and taking photos. I can't post everything here because I am posting this through e-mail. The photos are all uploaded in my Facebook account(add me if you like).

Finally, I'd like to reveal that the picture above depicting me and the big people on the stage is my favorite moment of the night. Just look at the expressions on their faces as they look at me. Because you know what, if you give me a chance to speak, I'll really grab it and make the most out of it.

P.S. I'd be posting more about the film fest in the next days. I can't do it like right now because I am sooooo sick. After a week of stress-packed days, sleepless nights, and rainy afternoons, my health took its toll.

Love,

Ayeesha