House of Memory

This 2022 I decided to start a kind of "segment" where I will publish one blogpost every week that will just talk about the things that happened to me in the past days. It is basically like a diary of my weekly highlights, and pushing this through hopefully will help me to at least overcome my creative slump. Of course, this one is different from the ones I have been doing like my not-so reviews for the films and series I just finished watching, my literary analysis, and my personal narratives. With this segment, I called it "Kumustahan" which Kumusta, its root word, has been used as a casual greeting for people who haven't seen each other for a while and finally get the chance to. It is like an equivalent of "how are you?" in English but in the Tagalog context it is much more like that. For people who have been through a lot, being asked with Kumusta feels like a tough question but a gentle assurance at the same time. It is truly hard to tell people h

If a film has a synopsis like this, it means you are much better to be warned than be curious. Burning was a Korean film released in 2018, around May, and while it might be already up on the cinema and being watched, I was probably, at that time, bored at home during my summer vacation. Fast forward to January 25, I finally watched Burning. One word to describe the experience: Uneasy. I felt like I was doing more thinking than the actual watching, it's not a negative take, I just felt like you have to see through all those little subtleties on the film to make sense of what it seems to be odd. Honestly, I could not still understand the heart of the film, what it's telling me, and all the questions left hanging in the ending. So, before watching this film, better bring with you lots of keen eye to spot every lurking metaphor. It might help.  Despite not being detach yet of the lingering uneasiness from watching Burning, I decided to finally watch an old anime film. My Neighbors