Ilaya Ilaya


Selective Amnesia
March 15, 2014, 5:07 am
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Tuwing napapadpad ako sa Bagtikan sa Makati, naaalala ko lagi nung fresh grad pa ako’t abang production assistant trainee pa lamang sa isang advertising production house. Kung saan ako nasigawan, nasabihang “Get out! I don’t want to see your face!”, napahiya sa mga kliyente at mga taga-ahensiya, at napalayas sa meeting ng isang menopausal na bosing sa ahensiya. Hindi ko alam kung bakit sa akin siya bigla nagalit. Basta pagkasabi niya nun, pinigil ko ang luha ko, binuksan ang pinto, at lumabas ng kwarto. Pinipigil pa rin ang luha, lumabas ako ng office. At pinipigil pa rin ang luha, lumabas ako ng building. Paglabas ko ng building, doon na ako umiyak. At sinabi ko sarili ko, ‘tang ina niya, hinding-hindi ko kakalimutan ang pangalan n’ya’t balang araw, babalikan ko siya at palalabasin ko rin siya ng kwarto dahil wala lang, trip ko lang, galit ako eh.

Ngayon, six years after, hindi ko na maalala ang pangalan niya.#



Excerpt XX. INT. INUMAN PLACE, SINGAPORE. NIGHT.
November 7, 2013, 3:00 pm
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In Singapore, they meet boy’s friends.

“Akala ko ba wala kang kasamang magliwaliw sa Singapore?”

“Kasi baka pag sinabi kong meron, baka di ka na sumama.”

“Sabagay.”

“So hindi ka nga sasama kung sinabi kong may kasama ako?”

“Malamang. E mamaya girlfriend mo pala kasama mo, mainsecure pa siya sakin.”

Sabay: “Boooom!” Matatawa sila pareho.

“Wala na kong girlfriend.”

“Ano?”

“Wala ‘kong girlfriend.”

“Wala kang girlfriend o wala ka nang girlfriend. May difference yun.”

“Does it matter?”

“Oo naman. Kung kaka-break mo pa lang, malamang ako gagawin mong rebound. Lalambingin mo ‘ko, sasabihan ng “ang ganda-ganda mo”, ng “you make me so happy”, “I really, really like you”, tanginang I really like you yan, tapos maniniwala ako tapos magugustuhan din kita tapos aasa ako na mamahalin mo ‘ko tapos pag mahal na mahal na kita, mawawala ka na lang, papaasahin mo ‘ko, aalis ka na lang na parang walang nangyari, na parang wala kang pusong pinaasa, leche ka, hayup ka, hayup kayong lahat.”

Mapapatigil si girl, nakatingin lang sa kanya si boy.

“Okay ka na? Masaya ka na? Magaan na ang loob mo? Nailabas mo na lahat?”

Titignan siya nang masama ni girl.

“Wala akong girlfriend.”

Biglang mapapatigil si girl. “K.” Na para bang wala siyang nilitanya kanina.##



Sigurado

Huwag ka ngang
makampante o magtaka
sopas nga lumalamig,
siya pa kaya?//



Duda

Hindi siya bibitiw/ pangako raw niya/ ngunit naisip mo ba/ kung nakakapit man lang siya?//



Bintana

kung gusto mo nang umalis/ at hindi na babalik/ sa bintana ka dumaan/ malula ka sa tarik//



But of course, it’s the romantic in me talking.
August 6, 2013, 12:26 am
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This is something cheesy, but anyway: I co-wrote a screenplay with my friend about a 16-year old Sari who wants to chase the blue moon on a beach in Samar and meet “Elias,” the man who wrote the love letter to “Salome” she found at a beach 10 months ago. “Elias” and “Salome”, as it was written in the letter, are supposed to meet under the blue moon. And Sari wants to be there to see true love unfold right in front of her.

“Elias”, of course, was just that man’s pseudonym, as was “Salome”. They were of course, characters from that memorable chapter in Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. On our earlier drafts, we made the man use Elias all through out the final sequence, not acknowledging that it wasn’t his real name. That screenplay had at least seven drafts, by the way. We are fickle like that.

We waited for quite a while before our script got greenlighted to be produced. I haven’t read the final draft in a while, and when I read it again, I realized that we decided to make Elias tell Sari that it isn’t his real name. Probably because we want to say that Elias could be any one of us, any man, that he’s real.

I remember my friend asking me what name to give Elias. As I read that page again, I didn’t realize it was this name I typed (see photo). That was two years ago, and we haven’t even met yet.#

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Quotable Quotes from Dan Villegas (in progress)
June 3, 2013, 4:02 pm
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“Pinagawa kami nung Grade 4 ng sarili naming alamat. Alam mo ano yung ginawa ko? Ang Alamat ng Boobs.”
–Dan Villegas on his perv roots

“Maganda ‘to, makinig ka. Noong unang panahon, lahat ng tao, flat-chested.”
–Dan Villegas on trying to make me listen to his perv roots

“PUTANG INAAAAAAA!!!”
“Bakit???”
“Na-hack yung Diablo account ko!!!”
–Dan Villegas on the more important things in life

“Gayer than a bag of rainbows.”
–Dan Villegas on metaphors

“I believe there are two things a girl deserves: roses on Valentine’s Day, and the wedding of her dreams.”
–Dan Villegas proving hey, I got a good man right here, baby




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