deyn nasayang P190 ko..

hindi ako magaling magrebyu nang pelikula. pero magaling akong manuod. nung biyernes nang gabi, kasama ang mga tropa nung hayskul, nasaksihan naman ang isang kamangha-mangahang sine.

 
si Peter Jackson at ang habambuhay naming reverence sa LOTR ang pinakamalaking dahilan kung bakit namin ginustong panuorin ang pelikula. halos lahat kami ay walang alam kung ano talaga ang kuwento, o kung ano ang mga dapat naming asahan pag pinanood namin. yun siguro ang isa pang dahilan. para kasing isang napakalaking misteryo nang pelikula. far out tsaka absurd yung premise kaya hihilahin ka niya para alamin kung tungkol saan nga ba talaga.

Johannesburg, South Africa holds the Guiness World Record for the biggest disco lights ever.

 pagkalipas nang ilang minuto di mo namamalayan na nanonood ka na talaga. diwa at kamalayan ang puntirya nang pelikula, hindi tenga at mata. parang laging merong nakadagan sa dibdib kasi mahusay ang pagkakahabi nang kuwento, laging merong iniiwang damdamin yung mga eksena. iba kasi pag ang isyu ay humanity at morality. iba kasi pag pinag-uusapan kung tama at mali. magkukusang mag-react yung pagiging tao mo sa mga makikita mo. alam kasi natin kung gaano tayo ka-gago, kung gaano tayo kagamahan, kung gaano tayo kalupit, kung gaano tayo kalibog, kung gaano tayo kasama.

eto si Christopher. seryoso men, pangalan nung alien Christopher Johnson.

 medyo nakakadismaya lang ang MTRCB kasi ginawang PG13 yung rating eh dapat R18, puro cut tuloy. putol yung mga eksenang merong sumasambulat na utak at may tumutilapong mga laman. tanginang gobyerno. sobrang bulok naman nang lipunan natin ayaw pang ipakita sa madla yung simpleng brutal na eksena. yung mga kagaguhan nga nang mga pulitiko’t mga pandaraya sa sining hindi nila itinatago eh.

panuorin nyo. sana sa sine. pero kung wala kayong pang-sine o di kaya mas trip nyo na mag-download na lang, ayus din. panalo tsong.

fifth deadly sin..

hindi ako magaling magsulat. pero mahilig akong magsulat. tungkol sa kung anu-anong bagay na damadapo sa naglalakbay kong kamalayan. minsan may sense, pero madalas wala. parang pinitpit na tansan na tinahi nang alambre matapos butasan nang pako para gawing marakas pang-karoling tuwing pasko.

bukod sa kawalan nang husay sa pagsulat, saksakan pa ako nang tamad. parang lahat nang bagay ay isang malaking hassle laban sa napakasarap na pag-petix sa buhay ko. tamad akong gumising, tamad akong kumain, tamad akong matulog. parang isang pusang ayaw tabunan nang lupa ang kumpol nang tae na kanyang iniwanan. 

St. Patrick Star, patron saint of laziness 

nakaka-isandaang balik na siguro ako sa palikuran dahil sa lamig na dulot nang nakatutok na aircon. nag-iisip kung maaga bang darating ang sweldo o wala pa ring laman ang wallet hanggang bukas? dapat akong magtrabaho pero lahat na yata nang tipo nang batugang espirito ay sumanib sa akin at namahay sa katawan ko. marami akong dapat gawin, pero wala pa ring nasisimulan. nakatingin sa kawalan at ngatataka kung bakit narito ako’t wala sa kung saan man? bakit hindi ako makata? bakit hindi ako musikero? bakit hindi ako makatang musikero? pero wala namang magagawa. lahat nang bagay ay hinahatak nang lupa pababa. lahat nang panaginip ay nawawakasan sa pagbukas nang talukap nang mata.

sige na nga..

susubukan ko nang magtrabaho para sa mga taong mas marami lang pera kaysa sa akin.. 

two years resolution..

you’re upset about last night. i know why and sorry i was being a jerk. but you know me.. jerk is synonymous to my name which is synonymous to often-not-thinking. that of course should never be an excuse..

730 days ago i was blogging somewhere else about something else. about things which i deemed important and meaningful.

now.. i don’t have to. because important and meaningful is synonymous to you. seeing you always reminds me of that.

for two years.. two crazy-costly-roadtripping-forgetful-ecstatic-mountainclimbing-beachbumming -weightgaining-lazy-sexy-surprising-sweet-unbelievable-unforgettable long years..

best thing is we still have lots of it. more adventures to experience, more stuff to do, more places to camwhore into, more food to eat, more movies to see, more appliances to wreck, and definitely, absolutely.. more love to share.

thank you for teaching me to be happy. thank you for teaching me to be me.

i love you and happy second anniversary.. 

rooooolllllll awwwt fuckers!!

first and foremost.. i am a fanboy. and there’s nothing sadder than a bunch of rich wise-asses grabbing a glorious comic book/graphic novel by the crotch, ripping it apart, burning it to a crisp, crapping on its ashes, and still making a gazillion bucks out of the pitiful bullshit they produced. yeah.. Hollywood NEVER got anything right.

the second installation of the transformers megamoney-making franchise is about to hit the silverscreen soon, and just like the other films on the genre.. they have no plans of getting it right. this is personal man, i love transformers to the bone and it’s just fucked up when they don’t do shit like they’re supposed to.

lookie here, this all started on the first movie:

   comic-book Megatron                  live-action Megatron

ANYONE SEE THE RESEMBLANCE?!! course you can’t! they fuckin’ murdered Megatron’s face in the movie. the gave him a face-trampled-by-the-stampeding-partygoers-wildly-flinging-their-arms-screaming-”Iittt Burnnnnnnssssss!!”-on-a-club-who-suddenly-burst-into-flames. that’s one ugly mug not even a mother can love. this blows ‘cuz Megatron kicks ass more than Prime (hooray for supervillains!!). the only thing they did right was to cast Hugo Weaving as Megatron’s voice.

oh, and one more thing you oughta know before you take your hippity-hoppity ass to the cinemas and watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. you see.. about the title, Revenge of the Fallen isn’t a collective term to pertain to the Decepticons who just had their asses handed to them by Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots gang on the first movie. it pertains to this guy:

who’s he? ya got that right, he’s The Fallen. one of the old-skool transformers created a long time ago, and turned out he was evil, was vanquished and got his sorry ass deported into a different dimension to suffer for all eternity, but has somehow made it back to exact revenge on everyone. when i heard he’ll be on the movie, i flipped out! seriously, i had pretty high hopes for this guy. i mean, look at him! he’s on fire for chrissakes! how cool is that?!

but once again, as expected, the geniuses of Hollywood didn’t fail to disappoint (or not disappoint) and thought he should look like this:

huh?! WTF?! was that even close?! aw c’mon!! he’s not even immolating! he looks like a cross between a decayed-egyptian-mummy and a cockroach-who-had-it’s-life-stomped-the-hell-out-of-it! heh. 

but wait there’s more, the let’s-ditch-the-comic-book-reference-and-create-our-very-own-ass-wipe-version atrocities doesn’t stop there. you may have wondered who the enormous-robot-who-runs-on-wheels-like-a-lunatic-unibike-rider is. you’re thinking this guy:

supposedly, he’s Devastator. a constructicon formed by 5 decepticons to create a hulking machine of pure destruction. it’s all good and jolly but there’s one problem, the real Devastator has legs.

look:

now that’s the Devastator i know and love, wreaking havoc using his trusty bipeds. suck on that Hollywood!

the sad thing is, whatever hardcore fans and fanboys of the franchise has to say, it doesn’t mean shit. why? they’ll just say it’s just BASED/ADAPTED on the comic book.. not a direct representation. which immediately gives them the liberty to screw with all the things that made it great.

well.. come to think of it with scenes like these..

..you just gotta shut the fuck up and enjoy the movie!!

when i grow up..

remember when you were still little (when you still peed in bed and cried whenever you don’t like the food on the table), whenever there’s a visitor or a huge gathering in your place, there someone bound to ask you this mythical question: “what would you like to be when you grow up?”. then the world stops spinning and everyone holds their breath to hear your answer, to see if you’re someone they can be proud of or someone with so little ambition they’d brainwash you to change your mind. they’d expect grand answers like “i wanna be a lawyer!” or “i want to be the President!’ or better yet, something like “i wanna be like dad when i grow up!”.

  Vader: a Sith Lord is a good profession Luke. they offer health benefits, plus you get to wear cool uniforms. now give me your application, My Son!

Luke: Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

i don’t know what your answers were, but ever since i was little i wanted to be 2 things when i grow up. be a teacher and a rockstar. the former kinda made my parents proud, because teaching is a noble job, but i never actually answered the latter, out of fear that it would be met with scorn and prejudice. for some reason, the Filipino culture never equated being-able-to-do-the-things-you-like with success. majority of us, see an accomplished man as one wtih his pockets full of cash. especially with the fact that early generations thought rockstars are degenerate-drug-addicts-who-worshipped-satan. so i never got to tell them i’d love to be a rock god, lest suffer crucifixion in the hands of my catholic relatives.

point is, no one equated being a rockstar with achieving anything academically. well, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the magnificent people who begged to disagree:

  Rivers Cuomo [singer, guitarist: Weezer] - this guy earned his English Degree from no less than, Harvard University. i guess his nerdy glasses wasn’t all for show.

Dexter Holland [singer, guitarist: The Offspring] - that guy on the left has more brains than your boss (or professor, or you), seriously. this guy graduated valedictorian in High School and scored a Bachelor’s in Biology, and a Master’s in Molecular Biology from USC (Univ. of Souther California). he was on his way to getting his Ph.D. but had to suspend it so he can rock the living daylights out of all of us with The Offspring.

Tom Morello [lead guitarist: Rage Against the Machine, Audioslave] - Tom Morello is one of my guitar heroes. not to mention listening to RATM and Audioslave blows my mind like crazy. on top of the insane God-given guitar skills, he was also blessed with intellect which earned him a Political Science degree, also from Harvard. Soul Power!

Brian May [lead guitarist: Queen] - who says you can’t study physics while rocking the shit out of the entire world? then you obviously, you don’t know this guy. Brian May has degrees in Mathematics and Physics, and has a Ph.D. in Astrophysics with his thesis entitled “A Survey of Radial Velocities in the Zodiacal Dust Cloud.” ya got that?! that’s fucking Astrophyisics baby! (well.. that explains the Isaac Newton-hairstyle then)

so what have we learned today?

that God is a an unfair, unpredictable, and a kick-ass giver of talents, and He gave us rock and roll..

greatest (s)hits..

i’ve been listening to Barenaked Ladies’ greatest hits album for a couple nights now. fuckin’ dig it. it’s one of those things that makes  you realize you are indeed a fan of the band.. who, i can’t help but think, is the bastard son of Weezer and 311.. heh.

 
why would grown-up men gather together without clothes and call themselves ladies? that my friends, is beyond me..

speaking of greatest hits albums.. what’s up with all those artists releasing multiple compiled greatest hits/singles/remakes/whatever-shit-they-wanna-call-it albums?! c’mon, ya gotta be kidding me! i thought they were called GREATEST HITS for a reason, they’re meant to be the greatest. hell.. with all those things that came out i think they can now make a GREATEST GREATEST HITS ALBUM out of all those greatest hits albums (yes Aerosmith, im looking at you). i can easily understand why bands like Queen, The Beatles, and, the great gods of true punk, The Ramones have a crapload of these albums.. because everything that they produced sold like pancakes and are indeed greatest-hits-worthy. it just gets nerve-wracking when fairly new artists start coming up with their own greatest hits albums, and some with the dreaded Vol. 1 at the end of it (couldn’t wait for Vol. 10000000). and mostly for what? ya got that right, it’s all about the benjamins baby!

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the tried and tested formula to Capitalistic succes

i really think that being old or good-looking or dead is not a valid reason to screw people for their money, no matter how goddamn good a musician you are.. even more so if your songs smell like shit..

not the Red Hot Chili Peppers song..

lately, i’ve been having this itch to keep on writing. probably inspired by the loads of sarcasm and dark, witty humor that i gobble up everyday. best thing ’bout it is i aint’t writing stories that are meant to draw out sympathy from countless-nobodys-who-doesn’t-have-anything-better-to-do-than-waste-their-time- browsing-the-internet-and-reading-the-shit-outta-other-peoples-lives (told ya.. much sarcasm and douchbagery). gone are the days when heartbreaks and tears and seemingly wanting to die are the writings of the day. shieet.. it makes my skin crawl reminiscing all those emo shit i crapped onto the internet almost every friggin’ day.

which leads me to what i do now. i’m writing for no other reason than to please myself. and it feels quite fuckintastic! like attempting really, really hard to paint a beautiful self-portrait, but it turns out to be really shitty and you wanna scrap it.. but you can’t because it reminds you that you look hella way better than the painting. yeah.. that feeling.

 
the portrait

 and i blame all the recent acquisition of smart-assery and schmuckery on this guy:

  
research shows that banging a lotta hot chicks will give you the awesome power to smoke below the pool

i just finished season one and hell-bent on watching all season 2 episodes before this week ends. to accomplish that though, it will involve stealing a crapload of download bandwidth with the help of sweet, sweet T1 BB connection courtesy of our generous workplace. *evil grin*. the series fuckin’ rocks! course, any show that gratuitously displays a multitude of boobies per episode would be hella awesome.. but man David Duchovny rules! he’s like the friggin’ superhero of all awesome writers equipped with a 24/7 boner doing sex-drugs-some more sex-a little rock n’ roll-plus a lot more sex.

you gotta watch it.. even if it involves endangering your employment due to downloading stuff from numerous filesharing websites which is clearly.. non-work related. heh..