ang lahat ng tunggali ay nagsisimula sa isang LONG SHOT
(adapted mula sa EUTHYPRO ni plato)
LONG SHOT. (ESTABLISHING SHOT)
EXT. HARAP NG ISANG MALAKING GUSALI. HAPON
makikita ang 2 pangunahing tauhan sa konteksto ng kanilang kinaroroonan. napapaligiran ng isang carpark at mga naglalakihang gusali. konti lang ang mga tao sa kanilang paligid. pareho silang naninigarilyo, at kahit malayo sila sa paningin ay masasabi mong mayroon silang pinagtatalunan.
V.O. (SOCRATES): ipapaliwanag ko sa'yo ng mas mabuti: ang pinaguusapan natin ay isang bagay na dinadala, at isa na nagdadala, ng isang bagay na pinapamunuan, at isang pamumuno, ng isang bagay na tinitingnan at isang pagtingin... at nage-gets mo ba na ang mga bagay na'to ay di parehas at kung paano sila naiiba?
MEDIUM SHOT. EUTHYPRO
EUTHYPRO(mapapaisip at matitigilan ng ilang saglit. pagkatapos ay titingin sa malayo)
EUTHYPRO: sa tingin ko.
MEDIUM SHOT. SOCRATES AT EUTHYPRO.
pareho silang matatahimik. at sa panahong ito na kahit walang kumikibo, pawang me kasunduan na na maghahalinhinan sila sa paghithit at pagbuga ng kanilang awak na sigarilyo.
puputulin ni socrates ang ritmo ng kanilang paghithit buga at magsisimulang magsalita.
MEDIUM SHOT. SOCRATES
SOCRATES: so, meron isang minamahal at isang nagmamahal..., at ang nagmamahal ay isang ibang bagay.
MEDIUM SHOT. EUTHYPRO
MEDIUM SHOT. SOCRATES AT EUTHYPRO
SOCRATES: sabihin mo nga sa'kin: ang isang bagay ba na dinudulot ay DINUDULOT dahil may nag dudulot dito? o may iba pang dahilan?
EUTHYPRO: hindi! yun na ung dahilan e.
MEDIUM SHOT. SOCRATES
SOCRATES: at ang isang bagay ay pinapamunuan dahil may namumuno sa kanya, at ang isang bagay ay nakikita dahil may nakakakita sa kanya.
MEDIUM SHOT. SOCRATES AT EUTHYPRO
sa mga susunod na eksena ang kamera ay tututok sa iba't-ibang bahagi ng paligid nina socrates at euthypro habang si socrates ay nagpapamalas ng isang katangiang nagpapatunay kung bakit sya karapat-dapat sa bansag na "pilosopo"
CLOSE UP. SOCRATES
SOCRATES: hindi na, ang isang bagay ay nakikita, dahil ito ay natitingnan, kundi, datapwa't ito ay natitingnan kaya ito nakikita.
CLOSE UP. EUTHYPRO
V.O. (SOCRATES): at hindi rin na ito ay napapamunuan dahil may namumuno dito kundi, may namumuno dito kaya ito napapamunuan
CLOSE UP. KAMAY NI EUTHYPRO NA NAGTATAKTAK NG SIGARILYO
V.O. (SOCRATES): hindi rin na ang isang tao ay nagdadala ng isang bagay, dahil ito ay dinadala, kundi, ito ay dinadala dahil mayroong nagdadala dito.
MEDIUM SHOT. MGA SANGA NG PUNO NA NASA TAAS NI EUTHYPRO
V.O. (SOCRATES): malinaw ba kung anong ibig kong sabihin, euthypro?
MEDIUM SHOT. EUTHYPRO, humihithit ng yosi
V.O. (SOCRATES): ang tinutumbok ko, na... pag ang isang bagay ay nagiging isang bagay, o naaapektohan, hindi ito nagiging ganito dahil talagang nagiging ganito sya
MEDIUM SHOT. MGA SANGA NG PUNO NA DINADALA NG HANGIN
V.O. (SOCRATES): kundi nagiging ganito sya dahil may nagdudulot na maging ganito sya.
LONG SHOT. SOCRATES AT EUTHYPRO
V.O. (SOCRATES): at ang isang bagay ay di naaapektohan dahil sya ay naaapektohan, kundi, naaapektohan sya dahil MAYROONG nagaapekto sa kanya. o pumapayag ka ba?!
isa munang maikling mensahe mula sa ating mga isponsors... whatever
isang beses habang bumabaybay ako ng edsa, papuntang shaw boulevard lulan ng isang gumegewang gewang na pampasaherong bus... napansin ko ang isang billboard sa aking kanan. so, ipapalabas din pala dito 'to, ang pelikulang umm, medyo matagal tagal ko nang sinusubaybayan mula nang mapabalitang umuusad na sa produksyon ang sequel ng isang seminal independent film nuong taong 1995. ang pelikulang tinutukoy ko ay ang before sunset. at ipapalabas na sya sa ating mga sinehan sa sunod na linggo.
para sa mga uninitiated, eto ang ilang mga reviews, link, at ang aking pinakapaborito, link
madalas ay nauubusan ako ng motibasyon para magsulat, kaya minsan ay inuukol ko na lang ang libreng oras para maghanap at magbasa ng mga interesanteng "text" sa internet. ito ang ilan sa mga malamang (o nakakatawang) sanaysay na nabasa ko, nais ko lang ibahagi na rin sa inyo:
Clowns versus Pro Capitalists at Leicester Square(UK indymedia)
SI JASMINE TRIAS AT ANG WORLD-CLASS NA PILIPINO
(our thoughts are free blog)
the other side of starbs
sarcasm is one of the most effective tools of argument (not to mention the classiest) but unfortunately, there really are some people who just don't get it.
search for a pattern
there's something about the lines here in makati. something about the precise rigid lines that define the architecture of any modern "intelligent" building comprising of the city's financial disctrict. the refined symmetry sweeping across each carefully designed geometry, adjourning every modern amalgamation of style, metal, glass, and concrete... (ssshh... ) determinate. repetitive. unbridled.
on one hand a testament to the remarkable achievements in engineering along with the city's mighty economic affluence, yet on the other, a grim reminder of the rather dull and stagnant, or mechanical lives led by its hordes of rank and file employees, yuppies, opportunity seekers and the general workforce. this is the drawback to being a hapless participant in the money making, tax charged, backstabbing friendly, frapuccino fueled debauchery that is the corporate world. you're in charge of occupying the slot in front of a pseudo state-of-the-art pc with a cheap broadband internet connection pounding aimlessly on your keyboard amusing yourself with mindless gossip, quick dumbwit laughs, and maybe if no one's looking, some online porn(nsfw in net speak), all these while watching the hours pile up til the time reads 6pm. boring. repetitive. banal.
People are not afraid to merge on freeways in makati
if you happen to be in mrt buendia during the early morning rush hours, one can't help but be amazed at the possibly thousands of office types disembarking the station, lining up the escalators, the collorum fx and jeepneys, in their ultra-slick marks and spencer imitation "long sleeves," spankin dark shades, armed with a go get 'em tiger attitude and a cologne that'll probably wear off before the middle of the day. it almost seems like the whole metropolis (even including nearby provinces and suburbs) converges at this point every morning. an army of unwitting proletarians ready to drive the economy to unimaginable heights, one more day. and that's just in mrt buendia alone.
let me tell you something about the, err workplace, i come into. it's located in one of the early batches of "intelligent" buildings erected in the district. now when i say "intelligent building," i'm not really sure what it means but most of the time, i assume its just some structure that comes with a preferably all glass exterior(to give off a sophisticated look), an elevator with a "minority report" looking digital display panel that not only displays the current floor but also the time and day (maybe sometimes even the weather or some other stuff those engineers think are useful), its own food court, gym, helipad and most importantly an outlet of starbucks. or figaro, like in our case. well i guess that's just because this is one of the earliest ... blah blah blah.
the thing is, security is usually very tight in these kind of places. they have regular guards, the ones that come with a badge and a white uniform, plus they have ummm civilian ones. the ones that wear barong tagalogs. the regular guards are easy to get past or deal with if you are already a familiar face. its the barong tagalog ones that are much trickier and sometimes require some form of ingenuity to get rid off. now, this of course, wouldn't pose a problem to your good thinkin, policy abiding building resident (and to some guys who bear an unmistakable caucasian looking white skin wearing expensive suits) since all they pester you about is to just "pin your id properly"... but unfortunately, i'm a little challenged when it comes to displaying some form of shiny identification unless it would serve as a backstage pass to some major fashion or concert event. so with the interest of providing my beloved readers another ineffectual information, and just to have something different to do in this, what would otherwise be as another mundane day, i am, going to delve into the deep nether regions of a civilian guard's psychology to try to understand its inner workings and most probably work out a sure-fire plan on how to get them out of your back and make them think you're doing them a favor...
huuugghhhh... but it seems all that thinking in english has got me a little bit... "oft-kilter." so i think... maybe i should just do this at another time... gotta run down to buy myself some of that mocha frapuccino...
today is the equinox. it is a point of time when there are equal length of day and night everywhere.
it was already late when i came about. the time on the clock reads 9:30, which means i didn't make my previous commitment to make it on time or early to the office. oh well, i'm just gonna have to settle for a compromise.
in spite of rushing to get myself fixed up, i decided to take my time. besides, i was intending to get a little preview of the dvd i bought the other day, david lynch's mulholland drive. i've seen it before, just wanted to secure it into my personal collection. i went downstairs and inserted the disc into the dvd player and gave myself around 30 minutes to watch it. very good quality. though there were no chapter selections on the root menu.
10am. i was hoping to get moving by 11, so then i'll make it to the office before lunch, and through this i was hoping to make up for my almost a week of arriving in the middle of the day. shit. gotta get moving. take a bath. eat some breakfast. prepare some sandwich that i'll bring to the office so i don't have to buy at 7-11 or mister donut. guess i'll make two since i remember the loaf will expire on the 24th.
got my ride on time. coasting along shaw blvd. i came across a group of "dressed up" office yuppie types conversing and making a racket of dishing out hysterics. some of the people here are laughing uncontrollably while others are simply smiling in half jest. with the funny look in their faces. the kind of look you tend to emanate when you pretend to be so into what everyone's talking about when you're really wishing you're just alone in your room staring at the ceiling listening to faint noises of early evening telenovelas. now i never want to be in these kind of situations. the kind when one tries of be a funny guy of the group and everyone around, who probably never met before and have only became aquainted after a few staple pleasantries, has got to laugh out. even if the said funny guy don't even have an idea on what he or she is talking about and is probably telling the lamest joke in the book. why do people have to be forced to laugh to stupid horseshit. what kind of sick social maniac would come up with something like that and even consider it as a polite social gesture?
today is the equinox. it is a point of time when the sun crosses the equator and day and night are everywhere of equal length(1). this occurs twice each year with the first one being around march 21 and the other, september 23.