February Updates: A Netbook and Events

The No Excuses Netbook

Since the demise of Archangel, I’ve been in the market for a new laptop. I am a huge Mac fan, but the price is well out of my league for now. All I really needed was a machine to write with and give presentations on. After a few months of canvassing, I settled for the HP Mini 1000.

I got it barely-used from Zane who won it in a raffle. I settled for HP because of its keyboard. Since I’ll be using it for writing most of the time, I wasn’t keen on struggling with baby keys. I’ve tried two other netbooks before and found myself often frustrated with the keyboard size. I still need to get used to the HP Mini keyboard, but it isn’t as frustrating.

The HP1000 is the old model, hence limited battery (2 cel battery, allowing for 2-3 hours battery time) but it does the job just fine. Best of all, it fits in my daybag! I’ll be blogging a little bit more about the specs after I tinker with it for a little while longer.

February in Pictures

I faced a post-Ondoy raket rut last December, but February more than made up for that black hole. I took on a lot: 1 productions, 1 event, in addition to my regular teaching and writing load. It was actually manageable, though I had to lay off most of my social engagements. I was tired a lot, yes, but I knew that was part of the deal. Besides, The payoff’s worth it.

Aside from Romeo and Bernadette, I also helped stage manage the Jon Schmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson concert. It’s amazing to hear Love Story Meets Livin La Vida by Coldplay live, and to meet and talk with some very talented musicians – and showmen! Thank you too to everyone for the amazing turn-out! Also, to my colleagues and friends at Pocketful of Kids for helping make it happen!

After the Jon Schmidt concert - with Jon Scmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson. Picture taken by Mye of Pocketful of Kids.

I also managed to sneak in a little time in the last week of Feb (the busiest week!) to attend a talk by Ronnie del Carmen, Story Supervisor and Art Director for Pixar Studios. Ronnie del Carmen is Filipino, and he got started by storyboarding for advertising. He used to work as an art director, while my Mom worked as associate creative director in the same team. Apparently, I used to crawl around their cubicles when I was a toddler.

From left to right: Edgar, Mii, Mum, and Ronnie del Carmen

Ronnie left for the states to work for Dreamworks, then moved to Pixar where he had a hand in movies such as Finding Nemo, Wall-E, and Up. He sometimes come back to the Philippines to catch up with family, old friends, and give talks on the storymaking process for Pixar’s films.  A little more on that in another entry, as soon as I get the transcript and DVD of the talk.

I have a month before another set of jobs come in. I intend to use the time to bond with my “Mini Mii” computer to catch up on writing and other creative projects. I love the work, and I made time for the work. But now’s the time to focus on my work.

Searching for Close-to-Authentic Nasi Goreng in Manila

It was Indonesia that made me a foodie. I never realized how many tastes, textures, and flavors there were until I bit into a nasi goreng special. Cooking Master Boy, an anime, described certain flavor fusions to be like “A tornado in my mouth!” I first laughed at the horrible metaphor until I actually realized what it meant to have a tornado in the mouth. It’s damn good stuff, that.

Mom worries that I have spoiled palate. I have been fortunate enough to travel around Asia and Europe and taste cuisine as it should be. I’ve had escargot in France, I’ve had dimsum in Hong Kong, lauriat in China, ramen in Japan, and pasta in Italy. I’ve even had kangaroo jerky from Australia. My Indonesian maid cooked nasi uduk from scratch, as in, she would get an entire coconut and grate it herself from scratch. That’s a big deal to even locals, who don’t mind stir-frying in the instamix – that’s what they’re made for anyway.

The good news is, I’m not that spoiled. I can still be happy with Chinese and Japanese fast food. I find though that I’m ridiculously hard to please with Indonesian food. The closest I got to authentic was a stall in Salcedo Market that even served a recipe for rendang. Sadly, It closed shop some time ago.

Banana Leaf isn’t perfectly authentic, but they got the Nasi Goreng right. It has the right color and texture, and goes great with their satay. For some semblance of Indonesian cuisine, it works. It keeps my taste buds happy for a little while. Banana Leaf’s flavors are far more satisfying than Nasi Lemak at Robinson’s Galleria, which an acquaintance recommended to me as Singaporean-owned with authentic Singapore-Malay-Indonesian cuisine. I had high hopes for Nasi Lemak but was very disappointed when I recognized their nasi goreng as a fushion of nasi uduk with ikan asin. There is a stark difference, ok? Nasi Goreng is supposed to be reddish and pasty, while Nasi Uduk is a coconut-based rice.Their laksa was also disappointingly thin, though it captures a similar flavor to the Singaporean laksa we all know and love. Not great, but ok. Probably better as long as you haven’t tasted the real thing.

For authentic, you’re better off buying instant.

Matahari snack stands in some branches of SM and Metro Gaisano malls stock Indofood instant noodles and other products. Their stock is limited and differs from branch to branch, but it works. You might also get lucky at Robinsons Supermarket’s Asian Food section, which has excellent instant pho noodles called Oh! Ricey! and instant laksa that noodle fiend-friend, Khursten, highly recommends.

Are there any IndoMalay food places I’m missing in Metro Manila? Let me know! Sate this foodie, let’s put it to my nasi goreng or mie goreng taste test!

[Writing Meme] Day 3: Your Favorite TV Show

I currently don’t have cable TV so I have to turn to DVDs or the internet for my TV fix. I am addicted to crime dramas, especially to Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.

If you’re not familiar with the series, L&O:SVU focuses on a special team in the New York Police Department tasked with investigating sex crimes.

I am one of those that enjoy criminal profiling and forensic investigation. It started with Discovery Channel’s Medical Detectives from several years back when we still had cable TV. I didn’t get into CSI because it was too glitzy, and I preferred the psychology more than the fancy laboratory toys that can track a perp from the littlest details. L&O: SVU is dark and disturbing, but most of the time delivers excellent mysteries and commanding performances. I have yet to see a crime drama top the quality of this series. The closest was Criminal Minds, up until the writer’s strike did them in during their 3rd season.

A part of me considers getting units in Criminology because of these series’, but even they advise against it. For one thing, I’m queasy. Also, these cases take a mental and emotional toll on the investigators. It’s tough enough to make the case, and to see justice served.

Part of the 30 Day Writing Meme. Next is Day 4: Your Favorite Book.

The Word of Mia: The Walk to Remember Formula

Warning: This is a work of satire. I know living with a terminal illness isn’t funny, but the movies make it a little too cool for comfort. So take this with a grain of salt, and I hope you laugh as hard as we did.

If you don’t know the movie, you’re not missing much. The girl has cancer, the guy is in love with the girl, they get married so at least they’re together when the cancer finally gets the girl. Oldbies would probably know this plot by a different title –

Which I haven’t seen but my Mom says I’m not missing much. I’m not exactly sold on their soundbyte either, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry”? I know I don’t buy into that.

But what can these movies tell us about love and relationships? Terminal illness is a way to make a move. After all, you’ve got nothing to lose. Your health is failing, you can afford to laugh in the face of risk. As my fellow coffee cup relationship analyst, Pepper (the Kamikaze Pilot) observes, “If I knew I was dying, I won’t have time to be emo about rejection. Time is of the essence. In the event of success, he adds, “At least when I get to hell I can say I’ve had sex thousands of times in X days.”

This is the Word of Mia, with a little help from Pepper.

[Writing Meme] Day 2: Your Favorite Movie

When I’m really into something, I tend to babble. I try not to babble in this wordpress, but I’ll take exception to that now.

‘In the Mood for Love’ is a cinematic masterpiece for me. I love Kar-wai’s lush visuals, I love vintage China, I love Maggie Cheung, I love Tony Leung. I love how the story of their relationship is told through different scenes. I love that I often went “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” the first time I showed it. It’s not the greatest love story ever told, if anything they demonstrated too much too soon, but that’s what adds to its richness and complexity. It was what kept me glued to the screen and blew me away.

For those who aren’t used to the non-linear storyline, the Criterion Collection edition of ‘In the Mood for Love’ has the deleted scenes that made their relationship clearer. It wouldn’t have had the same punch-in-the face effect for me if they included it, but hey, different strokes for different folks.

Kar-wai makes me sad that Shanghai has become a modern megacity. I wish they found a way to conserve the elegance of way back then*.

I loved ‘In the Mood for Love’ so much, I was so disappointed by ‘2046’ when it first came out. Treating ‘2046’ as a sequel to ‘In the Mood’ was like trying to rekindle the old flame of a high school sweetheart twenty years later. It felt awkward and strange, and I saw some spark of the old film, but for the most part I kept second-guessing if it was going to work. I felt deeply disturbed as the end credits rolled. I liked ‘2046’ much better after I distanced it from ‘In the Mood for Love’, and took it in as a movie about non-commitment, and treated Tony Leung’s character as an entirely separate entity.

Part of the 30 Day Meme. Next is Day 3: Your Favorite Television Program.

*Erratum: All this time I thought this movie was set in Shanghai, so much so that when I watched it with a Taiwanese friend, she and I talked about Shanghainese and Maggie Cheung. Kae and wikipedia just corrected me, minutes after I published this entry.