On Turning 30

Whoever said one reaches their peak at their twenties surely has never been anything but a twenty-something. This year has been kind to me so far: I can now run for more than thirty minutes straight without stopping; I turned back time and got back the body I had when I was 23; I made meaningful connections with wonderful people who greatly influenced my appreciation for music, film and art; I built friendships with awesome people who are awesome friends, and with bad people who are awesome friends, and with awesome people who are bad friends. If this is a taste of the coming decade, then I welcome my thirties graciously, blissfully, and completely.
We age in stories, not in years. Thank you, dear friends and loved ones, for letting me age in stories that you are a part of.

Everything is going to be all right. I am risking only two things: time and my parents' resources. Neither is infinite, but both time and my parents have been more than forgiving and benevolent to me.
Everything is going to be all right.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

- Richard Siken

Reading a law book is a lot like being in a relationship. You breeze through the first few hundred pages. At first, you get everything sooo easily, then it starts to get tedious and difficult. No matter how long and hard you stare at it, NOTHING seems to be happening.

The worst part is when it's about to end. You crawl through it, one confusing page at the time. And even if you know the end is near, the last page still takes you by surprise, leaving you dissatisfied, clueless, and just as confuddled as you were before you began reading the damn book.

"Being happy and not having a reason to be unhappy are two different things." - Miles, #Y

Don't let the shallow trailer mislead you. #Y 's trailer and synopsis don't reveal what the film is really about. It is the story of Miles (Elmo Magallona), who wishes to commit suicide, even if he doesn't really know the reason for his desire to end his life. The film has its brilliant moments .Miles' voice and emotions are honest and raw, but the film seems to fall short on giving the viewer a solid insight on suicide and depression.
Elmo Magallona and Coleen Garcia's acting were brilliant and effortless. I can't say the same for the other actors, though.
While the screenplay is well-written, some parts of the script needs a little help, especially Miles' conversations with Abbey (Chynna Ortaleza), a girl who works for the suicide helpline Miles calls.
All in all, for an indie film with a limited budget, #Y makes the most of its resources. It is a film that shouldn't be missed in this year's Cinemalaya offerings.

This is not the time to be traipsing around holding wildcards, playing funny little games out of boredom; games where no one is amused at the end of the day. You are no longer twenty-fucking-two. You are preparing for the biggest hurdle in your life so far.You spent the last five years of your life preparing for this moment. Don't fucking ruin it, you lazy fucktard. Focus. Concentrate. Work your ass off and see to it that you reach your damn goal, every fucking day.