tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477638279049317662012-01-22T14:22:53.693+08:00i piss aroundIpistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.comBlogger877125http://feeds.feedburner.com/IpistemologyThePostColonialExpositionOfTheDiasporicDesolationOfACockroach?format=skintag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-80541454943026987802010-06-30T08:36:00.000+08:002010-06-30T08:36:38.327+08:002010-06-30T08:36:38.327+08:00<summary>Ah, the moon is already risen. I, who usually long for its light, have today dreaded this brightness.been looking for this for a time. now it's in the net. looking for some tragedy, click! Kesa and Morito</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/feeds/8054145494302698780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347763827904931766&postID=8054145494302698780&isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347763827904931766/posts/default/8054145494302698780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347763827904931766/posts/default/8054145494302698780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IpistemologyThePostColonialExpositionOfTheDiasporicDesolationOfACockroach/~3/ksFvlOmGZTg/ah-moon-is-already-risen.html" title="" /><author><name>Ipistemologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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icky.Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-attic.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-46884944849984344512010-06-20T22:35:00.000+08:002010-06-20T22:35:19.049+08:002010-06-20T22:35:19.049+08:00<summary> without your voice, i'd be lost in the land of silence. story about lovers killing the other's husband.  lovers don't get to see each other in the movie. blame it on the evil elevator. louis malle is my guy. a lot of trivia in this movie particularly miles davis' saddest film score of all time. next: au revior, les enfants. meanwhile: the office season 6. work again tomorrow at 11 fucking am!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/feeds/4688494484998434451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/"CEABRn4_cCp7ImA9WxFVEU0.""><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-2295581800956169238</id><published>2010-06-10T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:59:17.048+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-10T00:59:17.048+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ipisodes" /><title>them thangsbakit pati bakasyon nabibitin? that weekend was a blast. a quick one. from my solitary life as a writer to my life as a cousin of the bride, biglang dumami ang mga taong di ko kilala ang nakilala ko. something called realization: ang dami ko ng namimiss sa buhay because of work. it sucks that people outside work still ask me bout my work. eh yun nga yung point ng bakasyon, ang panandaliang Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/06/them-thangs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-23228695942533094832010-05-20T01:34:00.000+08:002010-05-20T01:36:29.632+08:002010-05-20T01:36:29.632+08:00<summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/feeds/2322869594253309483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347763827904931766&postID=2322869594253309483&isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347763827904931766/posts/default/2322869594253309483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347763827904931766/posts/default/2322869594253309483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/"CkQBQno8cCp7ImA9WxFXEkQ.""><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-8429907187119029998</id><published>2010-05-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:32:33.478+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T01:32:33.478+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ipisodes" /><title /><summary>lose some win SOME. hello, b-b-b-blog! how are u-u-u-u-u na?! it's b-b-b-b-een a while. i'm so happy that rosalka is doing good. kakapanibago ang meager ratings sa hapon. happy that's creating a stir. bawal daw pag-isipin ang mga manunuod sa hapon, eh, bakit ba bawal? it's gonna be a great year. another milestone is coming but hushhhhh. baka maudlot. c-c-c-c-cccc yah!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/feeds/8429907187119029998/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/"CEECRXs_fip7ImA9WxFRFEg.""><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-968474078573993238</id><published>2010-04-28T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:04:24.546+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-28T19:04:24.546+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ipispick" /><title>on to the next two Sure to be one of the cinematic events of the year, RED RIDING is a mesmerizing neo-noir epic based on factual events and adapted for the screen by Tony Grisoni (FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS)... Sure to be one of the cinematic events of the year, a mesmerizing neo-noir epic based on factual events and adapted for the screen by Tony Grisoni (FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS) Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-to-next-two.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-81722319181210863412010-04-25T23:15:00.000+08:002010-04-25T23:15:27.809+08:002010-04-25T23:15:27.809+08:00do you know how i miss your daughter? 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Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-dirty-sexy-money.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-3728728515510672612010-04-10T02:09:00.001+08:002010-04-10T02:09:50.251+08:002010-04-10T02:09:50.251+08:00of radishes, butterflies, and sushi This is a higher order of storytelling, and this gentle, lovely film is impossible to watch without a lump in the ­throat.- Peter Bradshaw, guardian.co.uk i live in the world of soaps. it is always good to see a movie with subtlety and skillful control of drama, not something i do in soaps.  a japanese movie with the ideals of a haiku and the philosophy of zen. blah Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-radishes-butterflies-and-sushi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-49383487943272866902010-04-09T18:13:00.001+08:002010-04-09T18:13:40.071+08:002010-04-09T18:13:40.071+08:00<summary> now i wanna be your dog my lady for the summer. songs scoring as i scour for lines.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/feeds/4938348794327286690/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347763827904931766&postID=4938348794327286690&isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347763827904931766/posts/default/4938348794327286690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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stressor.Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/04/soon.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-24222977947127057212010-03-31T02:58:00.000+08:002010-03-31T02:58:51.622+08:002010-03-31T02:58:51.622+08:00tits for tat Most blasphemous statement this lent. Too be or not too be. click the pic for more. Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/tits-for-tat.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-80739144511229910142010-03-31T02:41:00.001+08:002010-03-31T02:45:28.092+08:002010-03-31T02:45:28.092+08:00take me homefunny how we ended the one on one brainstorming with arah tonight at our official tambayan. we didn't have any plan to vacate the place even if it's almost nine, just like any other days of writing-downloading-facebooking. but then this day was diffirent. people behind the counter thought of something witty to drive kapalmuks customers like us out of the cafe. they played semisonic's closing timeIpistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-me-home.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-88947021045040641072010-03-30T18:00:00.003+08:002010-03-30T18:05:32.387+08:002010-03-30T18:05:32.387+08:00what ever happened to vincent cassela movie in two parts. the french scarface. trailer here.Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-ever-happened-to-vincent-cassel.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-37734237578518931412010-03-30T17:59:00.000+08:002010-03-30T17:59:13.058+08:002010-03-30T17:59:13.058+08:00torrent alertso overlooked. trailer here.Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/torrent-alert_30.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-57262814797027090212010-03-22T02:20:00.001+08:002010-03-22T02:22:28.867+08:002010-03-22T02:22:28.867+08:00writer/whoresuch a manwhore for a writer. i just realize i have to a lot of things on my hand. but i am not planning to unload. i have to accept the fact, although it's not something i am very proud of, that i am getting addicted to work. prepare to meet me, future self. on that day, i will come to you asking myself, where have i been for the past years or what have i done other than work? i know you will Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/writerwhore.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-38628846994133558442010-03-20T12:43:00.000+08:002010-03-20T12:43:06.614+08:002010-03-20T12:43:06.614+08:00c'est moi l'original! c'est moi!it's a love story of an idiot old giant and a smart-ass young girl. a kiddie film with creepy santas, midgets, cyclops, old siamese twins, talking brain, clones. sounds like a good disney movie. not. anything that comes from caro and jeunet may look like something for the kids but really it is for the pervs. like us.Ipistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/cest-moi-loriginal-cest-moi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347763827904931766.post-13193859604839952242010-03-19T23:03:00.000+08:002010-03-19T23:03:21.849+08:002010-03-19T23:03:21.849+08:00and when the sun went down, he ran again.they had this in cannes in 1984, the year i was born. it is a father and son story, something that makes sense to me because 1984 is also the year that i lost the chance of seeing my father. watching this film makes me see my father finding me and bringing me to his trip to look for my mom. and when he realizes that mom needs me more, he leaves me with her, to take care of her, to change her lifeIpistemologisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833019757799615533noreply@blogger.com0http://ipistemology.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-when-sun-went-down-he-ran-again.html