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June 30th, 2006 by epoyz

"I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head ’round the door
‘Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in a stare
And time stopped moving

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
Oh, and you’re here and I want you here
Nothing is taking me down
Down
Down…

I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mind…

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
Oh, and you’re here and I want you here
Nothing is taking me down
Down
Down…

Except you my love. 
Except you my love…

              -"I Remember", by Lisa Hannigan from O

so that’s where Cyclops went, he hooked up with Lois Lane.

James Marsden is fast becoming the actor with the most popular torotot roles, no? well not exactly torotot, but you know what i mean. first, jean grey got attracted to wolverine (which to my opinion is why phoenix obliterated him, mas type niya si hugh jackman..). then Rachel McAdams broke off their engagement to be with ryan gosling in The Notebook. and now, he’s earned the distinction of being lois lane’s rebound guy. naman. si superman ang karibal mo, e, patay tayo jan… and he’s always a nice guy in all these films. hindi naman siya asshole kaya siya napagpipilian, malulufit lang talaga ang mga kakumpetensya niya. hay naku…

i still believe that The Notebook would have been more tear-jerking if it turned out that james gardner is james marsden and not ryan gosling. pwede sana namatay si ryan gosling after having a long and fruitful marriage with rachel mcadams, so naging happy din sila, but after gosling died it was marsden who posed as duke/gosling to take care of the ill gena rowlands because he never loved another woman after her. yun ang true love, yung di mo nakuha, di ba? saklap nun..

ok, ok.

last wednesday i went to see Superman Returns, and it felt very good to have him back. i seldom get very excited with movies anymore, but see, a superman movie coming out is just different and very special to me.

you know how something in your memory gets unlocked when you get a whiff of some familiar smell or see a face or hear a tune after a very long while? well, anticipating superman’s appearance while sitting very quietly in a movie theater took me back to when i was 3 years old. Superman was my first movie experience, when my dad took me to see Christopher Reeve rock those gangsta blue tights. and man, this superman movie just took the lead from that one, on how they presented it, the opening credits, the tunes, the build-up; man, i felt like a kid again and i was very happy to be sitting there remembering how my dad carried me as I watched with marvel (because the movie house was packed). feeling that crescendo in the superman theme building up, hearing marlon brando’s voice again..ahhh..let’s just say the movie didn’t disappoint me. i’ll go as far as saying that the shuttle-launch-from-a-plane rescue sequence was already worth the 140 bucks that the ayalas took from me. that was some sick movie-making right there.

and i just found out that they’re showing it in iMax format, too. are they doing that here? if you know how to get a piece of that action, please hook me up. thanks.

napansin ko lang masyadong low-waist yung brip ni superman dito. parang masagwa lang sa ibang angle. para lang..

and kate bosworth is definitely better-looking blonde. pero ok na rin..

given emphasis on this movie is how much more advanced superman’s planet is than our own, sayang nga lang tsugi na sila. pero kitang-kita naman yung galing nila, manipulating crystals into shit, growing sick-ass technology naturally. sobrang talino din kasi ng mga kryptonians, malamang. tayo kasi di nga natin mahalata na si superman at clark kent eh iisa. maybe if clark wore the glasses with the built-in bulbous nose and curling mustache disguise then it would have been more excusable for earthlings to overlook that clark and superman were never in the same place at the same time.

let me just say, and this is no disrespect to brandon routh, but Superman IS Christopher Reeve. brandon is an okay-enough replacement, i guess, but he’s more pretty boy than the imposing presence that CReeve was. although brandon really made the girls swoon at the theater that i have to admit, when he first came out my heart skipped a beat and i mumbled "..ang pogi naman nitong kumag na ‘to..".

those honest kilig moments and comments that the girls let out during the movie: funny. boys (and some girls) doing too much and killing it trying to be smart and funny and cute: stupid. come on, guys. baduy e. kung magpapasikat lang sa kasama mo, trying to be funny inside a theater full of people is not the way to go. mukha ka lang papansin. there’s this guy who kept commenting loudly in a visayan dialect about superman’s boots, belt, brandon’s good looks, whatever, trying to be cute for his girl friends; man it was just shameful. i’m pretty sure his friends were embarassed but he just kept on going. security should’ve clubbed him, i’m just saying.

SPOILER ALERT!! ok guys, i gave you three days before blogging about superman, and i’m posting some spoilers because i have a lot of questions. anyway, i made it in such a way that you can’t see it clearly. if you’ve seen the movie just highlight "the space between" that appear blank below and you’ll be able to see my questions and observations against the black background. game?


i thought about it, but i never really accepted it until it was there: the cute kid was kal-el’s. how did this happen? i never thought that superman was capable of this ‘pre-marital relations" thing because in Superman 2, he had to give up his powers to be able to do the hibbidy-dibbidy with lois lane. what changed? did marlon brando became lax with this rule? how will this angle play out in the next two superman installments (BRouth is under contract for two more..)?

more importantly, these questions need to be addressed: was lois satisfied with superman’s performance? did he use his super speed? i hope not. and, after all those years of yearning and yearning, that super semen blast should have probably blown off lois lane’s head right? was it awkward that superman had to take off his briefs first BEFORE his pants? where did they do it? was he packing? did he live up to his billing as the world’s mightiest hero? details, mamu…

and! yun nga, like most men, superman just left her without saying goodbye. ganon? the reason why lois was so mad that superman left, kasi naman may nangyari pala sa kanila, eh basta na lang pumuga si mokong. kaya yun. what would jor-el say? that was just no way to treat a woman, son.

still there? spoiler pa rin…

napansin ko lang, medyo lumakas ang tolerance ni superman sa kryptonite. i honestly thought that lex luthor will become virtually untouchable, or at least superman will die before he can reach him in his continent because in the past superman films, even a small shard of kryptonite saps superman’s strength. when lex grew his continent from kryptonite and kryptonian crystal i thought, wow, ang lupit, now superman is screwed. elibs ako na super challenging ang problema ni superman, but he was able to get on it with all that kryptonite growing around him. nabuhat niya pa nga hanggang outer space yung buong mass!! gra-vy. yes, he recharged by going near the sun, but i thought it should’ve been impossible for him to do the stuff that he did with all that kryptonite around him.


malamang magkaka-sequel yung Armageddon dahil dun sa ibinatong crystal mass ni Superman sa outer space…


ok, that’s enough. end of spoiler.

did you know that batman keeps weaponized kryptonite, some shaped like bullets, so that should superman ever turn rogue, he’ll be able to stop him? and superman gave him his blessing to make this security measure.

after the flash and wonder woman movies come out i’ll be extremely disappointed if they can’t do a justice league movie. imagine that. wheeeee.

today my blog turns a year old. yehey. never saw this becoming a regular thing, but hey, let me just say thanks for being down with me. let me thank my sponsors, who really helped me get through a lot:

Swift Delicious Bacon. seriously, yun ang brand name niya. and they weren’t kidding..masarap nga!

San Remo Pasta, especially their penne rigate and instant carbonara/ham and cheese meals..

Cafe Puro. yes, i finally figured how to use my coffee maker..

Pringles..Original and Sour Cream & Onion..

Nacho Corn Chips by Leslie’s…

Boy Bawang, still da shiznit…

Monterey Plain Salted Chicharon…

Nemia’s BBQ…

Cowhead Pure Milk and DoubleStuf Oreos…

Kraft 100% Grated Parmesan Cheese…

McCormick Garlic Salt…

Choc-Nut…

Granny Goose Tortillos…

Jack-n-Jill Chiz Curls and Chippy…

Knorr Real Chinese Soup..just add one egg!

Tostitos Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips..

Nestea Lemon Ice Tea..

Del Monte Pineapple Juice..

Tropicana..

Zest-O Calamansi Soda..

Virgin Red and Virgin White Soda..

Mountain Dew!..

and last but not least, Gandour’s Safari Chocolate Bars. i know it looks like a piece of nutty turd as my friend irwin pointed out, but it does give me an energy boost whenever i eat two bars of Safari.

"thank you.. thank you very much.."

"..Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper maché

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I’m driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december

And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?"

               -"I Remember", by Damien Rice from O

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24 Months To Pay

June 24th, 2006 by epoyz

"..Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in showbusiness
Now it’s hard to get in the door.."

          -"If God Will Send His Angels", U2 from Pop

yesterday i opened my virtual paper to this page and immediately found my chuckler. hold your horses, though, don’t hoist your hopes up, she’s okay.

 

i guess the baby just kicked a little too hard because her administration’s insidious plan is taking a bit too long and damien’s getting a little testy. by the way, he’s okay, too. what’s that, her mom’s a jackal? exactly.

i saw the headline of a real newspaper at the gasoline station that proclaimed it was just diarrhea. di-ar-rhe-a, cha-cha-chah! di-ar-rhe-a, cha-cha-chah! (if you didn’t watch beavis and butthead growing up, you won’t enjoy that..). seriously, diarrhea in the fucking headline, man. how apt. for her, for everything.

but hell, everything’s getting a little too fucked up now.

welcome to epoyz weekend whining.

lately i’ve been doing the kwento rounds, participating in huntahan fests that inevitably funnel into one common denominator of a conclusion: it’s getting too hard to make a goddamn living in this fucked-up country. everyone from my stepbrothers’ grandparents to my college friends to my high school friends to my painting works foreman to my brothers, it’s the same damn thing. unless you’re filthy fucking rich, the choke hold is on. not usually fond of small talk, i’ve found it easier to keep a conversation going even with a relative stranger by whining about the government. wow, look how i’ve grown.

 

it’s just that with nothing much to do than to let my brain cells die from inactivity, i am therefore forced to read and juice a reaction to what’s happening around me. hey, if i’m planning to raise a family in this country, might as well start  weighing shit.

for one thing, look at this. the arroyo administration declared an all-out war against the left, after weaving a story about a left-right conspiracy to unseat her. ok, ok. if you ask me, i see this as another one of her endless counter-measures towards an initiative to impeach. but again, that is just me, b. i can just as easily be branded as a freakin’ conspiracy theorist, a playa-hata, or someone who just can’t let things "move on". ok, call me that, but read that article again. collateral damage? this coming from my most favorite fucker in the world right now, secretary raul gonzalez. his statement just mad raised my hackles.

 

i’m sorry, mr. justice secretary, but with all due respect: fuck you, you mangy dog. kiss my ass, you old wanker.

if they’re doing this whole thing as a crusade for the good of mankind against the forces of evil, i’ll still be hard-pressed to accept this collateral damage bullshit. but it’s pretty obvious that they’re going through this whole charade to maintain the divisiveness and instability that keep them in power. and now innocent civilians, who could be our loved ones, our friends and family, are now supposedly expendable while this whole thing is going down?

imagine the threat of bombings and terror attacks (be it coming from the embattled leftists or the administration itself to scare the people to mire us deeper in this tyrannical rule) becoming a possiblility once again. now we are supposed to accept that we could be casualties of this "war"? how ’bout people from the provinces where the leftists keep camp, we’re supposed to accept their lives are expendable to this administration’s "cause"?

fuck that.

cause? agenda is the proper word here.

i’ve never been able to figure out up til’ now what i want to make of myself, but one thing i don’t plan on amounting to is a fucking statistic. this collateral damage shit declaration is unacceptable, i guess i’m making that clear.

 

that’s why i hate watching 24, though i love the plot twists and conspiracies they present while jack bauer (who, by the way, is my guy for the "hero-most-treated-like-shit-the-whole-damn-time" award..) tries to stop the bad guys. a lot of innocent people get murdered and killed and get snuffed for such mundane things as a bad guy refusing to pay for his slurpee in a 7-11 or some shit like that. jack may be in search of a needle to repair a hole in his flak jacket, and a patriotic citizen helps him find a sewing kit in the middle of a riot-ravaged part of L.A., but after performing this purple heart-worthy deed, he gets hit by a bullet in the ass, bursts a nerve ending and loses feeling in his legs, that he falls on a candelabra and dies. in one sequence there would be an arab terrorist on the run who happens upon an 8-year-old with a bike, and they immediately allow the kid to be gunned down in the story and let the terrorist escape unscathed, ringing the bike bell to add insult to injury (or death?). i mean, the 8-year old girl isn’t even allowed a kick in the shin in the script. come on.

 

ok, jack saves the day in the end and avenges them all in a way, but that’s just it. i fucking hate collateral damage, and there’s a worthy cause in that series, man. jack’s favorite line is "bajillions of american lives are at stake, please..", and when you see it like that, collateral damage may seem almost acceptable. but definitely not for some shit that these fuckers in the government are trying to pull.

 

this whole random guy death situation was presented years ago by the first austin powers installment,
International Man Of Mystery. i never looked at the random guy the same way again after seeing that masterpiece of a movie.

see, the random guy they kill is not a random guy to someone. and that shit hurts deep, to lose a loved one to something you can’t make sense out of. Jack Bauer may be out to save the world so a lot of random people die in the wake of the whole thing, but random guy may mean the whole world to his unlucky wife or kid. di ba?

now, can you imagine someone you love being a random person who dies among scores of people in an mrt bombing because some group wants to "send a message"?

 

i’ve never seen the use for any war of any kind, never saw the sense behind  any of it. and this war they’re declaring, it’s just a fucking laugher. their assessment, the possible "outs" they’re preparing once shit really hits the fan, it really is troubling. if this thing escalates, we really have to make a move, because by then it may have really come to us needing to fight for our very lives.

 

fucking collateral damage, dude. i can’t get over that fucker.

here’s another whiner: next week’s "big fight". they never posted the price for the nosebleed  general admission seats, but i heard it will go for a thousand bucks. A THOUSAND BUCKS!! shiiit.

 

this is a testament to what we have come to.

pera-pera na lang lahat.

this may be the only chance for our countrymen to watch their hero live, and they’re charging at least a thousand bucks for a view of two insect-like figures squaring off in the ring?

 

i mean, come on.

fifty bucks would have been ok to let simple folk get in, then just spread the difference among those big spenders occupying the 30,000, 20,000 and 8,000 peso seats. i mean, they can afford it, another thousand or two would be virtually unnoticeable to the elite bunch, right? compared to 950 additional bucks poor old-timer mang gaston can never afford to burn to see manny live, whom he followed since pacquiao was a snotty unproven rumbler from gensan, that would really be a great deal, wouldn’t it? i was thinking of buying general admission tickets for my worker boylets at the construction site and was absolutely mortified to find out that even i can’t afford to see the fight live.

 

damn.

and to think abs-cbn is making a lot of money in this. a whole boatload of money, and they can’t even spare some to make general admission tickets affordable for simple folk. i heard they raffle some of the tickets away thru texting and shit, but hey, that generates even more money for them. the producers of this fight, the promoters, they’re really not thinking about the true fans, those who really get inspired with each knockdown manny scores or each crafty combination he unleashes. only those who can afford it get to see this shit up close, and a lot of them don’t even know manny when he was still doing rounds in Boxing At The Park.

 

i’ll tell you this much: manny will win this fight, but he should have fought for the poor folk. for me, he totally lost this one.

 

fuck all the greedy rich fuckers. i hope you fucking choke on all that money, you fucking fuckers.

how’s that for a parting shot?

"Apron strings
Hanging empty
Crazy things
My body tells me
I want someone to tie to my 
Apron strings

Apron strings
Waiting for you
Pretty things
That i could call you
I want someone to tie to my lonely
Apron strings

Baby looks just like you when you were young
And he looks at me with eyes that shine
And i wish that he were mine
Then i go home to my
Apron strings
Cold and lonely
For time brings
Thoughts that only
Will be quiet when someone clings to my
Apron strings

And i’ll be perfect in my own way
When you cry i will be there
I’ll sing to you and comb your hair
All your troubles i will share

For apron strings
Can be used for other things
Than what they’re meant for
And you’d be happy wrapped in my
Apron strings

You’d be happy wrapped in my
Apron strings."

              - "Apron Strings", Everything But The Girl from Idlewild / Home Movies / Acoustics

DlovesC

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Laughter And Laughers

June 19th, 2006 by epoyz

in trying to keep up with the utter wastefulness of time and resources that define my life as of the moment, i made a treat for all the readers of this blog. yes, i devoted a lot of my time last weekend to make it a bit more worthwhile for all three of you.

aside from the pages that i link to from time to time (those underlined phrases that open to another page when you click on it), i’m also doing the same trick to my blog soundtrack (the songs that i put at the end of every entry). yes, folks, as if reading through all the bullshit and the linked articles wasn’t enough, now when you click on the song name you can listen and/or watch the video. yehey.

unless you’re living under a rock you’ve probably been already exposed to the harrowing alyssa alano "keys me" video. not wanting to make excessive fun of anybody (unless it’s well-deserved), i decided to lay off this unfortunate production. i believe she could have been better off getting involved in a cellphone-sex-clip scandal than having something like this to immortalize herself. when i first saw the clip i couldn’t believe what was happening. how could anyone with a conscience let this go onstage and be sung live? i hope that this was an honest mistake on the producers’ part because if it wasn’t, the malice to let this thing unfold is simply unforgivable, like the cruciatus curse or something like that. damn.

oh dear. i watched it again as i was linking to it, and i felt the exact same way as i felt the first time i saw it. i never laughed out loud though i admit it, that shit was really funny. you know that feeling of dread you experience when you know a friend is going to do or say something stupid and you can’t do anything to stop it? no? how about witnessing an accident, a highway pileup or a train wreck that you can’t turn away from as you’re driving past? not really? how about having a five year old repeatedly kick you in the nuts while you’re tied with your legs spread? getting warm? that’s my pain right there. i’m kidding you not, while i was watching the whole thing unravel i kept muttering "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…".

you want some more funny stuff? how about this, an essay from a call center applicant. makes me really put my trust on the whole four-semester-schoolyear thing. no, really.

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at least she "has the ability to do her own skills". ehrng? house-and-lot-again?

well of course i would be remiss if i leave out the malate bar love triangle letter. i mentioned this before in one of my earlier entries, and a good friend answered my call when i asked for the complete transcript:

To Marjie,
I am not surprised or wander why Dennis leave you.
Why?
What reason you think about but you’re very fat body.
I’m thoughth before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore before at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making "pakialam" all his walks and always calling to their house what time he go home or this or that and then he say he get ashame to met you iether in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very, very fat body but you hate it you thoughth your the most prettiest girls he know about what do you think are "BeautifulGirl" of Jose Mari Chan even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the rigth to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names iether in front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to calling me different name, I’m don’t have any other choice but to called you other different name to like you are PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING. You can’t blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I’m am the more sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.

From: The Sexiest Girl of D.M.

P.S.
You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? You or me? And the
final is me.

OOOOO-HA!?

 

ok, like zach dela rocha, let’s break this, break this, break this down.

the essay and the letter, that’s really funny to me. it’s very hard not to laugh at those and the people who wrote them because right there, you can sense the arrogance and haughtiness laced into their ignorance and stupidity that i can not really feel guilty in deriding them. it’s like the gay bitch who kept talking out loud inside a crowded elevator that me, my brother and a buddy were in. he insisted on doing his thing in english, although he kept tripping over his own tongue. we kept ourselves composed until he blurted out an emphatic "..all of THE sudden she got angry na lang..", that we just couldn’t keep ourselves from breaking out in laughter any longer. good thing we got to the ground floor just in the nick of time to let ourselves burst out.

now in alyssa alano’s case, that shit is funny as hell. awkward at times, unbelievable and so pure and so tragically not made up that it’s just so damn funny.

but see, the unfortunate thing about this is that although it really is hilarious, it only stays that way until some idiot goes too far and ruin it for everybody by making a comment that is just plain cruel and insensitive. like the guy who commented "boba" for everyone to read. read the comments below the video window and you’ll see what i mean. some of that shit is just uncalled for. i’ll bet all my shoes (and that ain’t a bet to sneer at, i’m telling you) that the people who made those comments are probably a ton more lacking in brains and sense than alyssa alano herself. more often than not, those who are blunt and too quick to point out the shortcomings of other people are the lowliest breed of scum themselves. and that’s word, yo. yes, alyssa alano should have known better than to strut in front of people armed with her knowledge of how "kiss me" should be sung. by the way, i probably won’t be listening to that song the same way ever again. i hope she knows just that one leigh nash song. please keep her away from "need to be next to you", pleaseplease..

production hands probably offered her cue cards to guide her through the song and she probably waved them off, saying "..ako na bahala dito, kabisado ko ‘tong keys me..". Oh Lord.

but hey, for all we know she’s probably taking all this in good stride, she may be laughing at herself like melanie marquez and keanna reeves do when they make public boo boos. i sincerely hope that this shoots her way up to stardom, man. again, i’m not trying to be holier-than-thou-ish, hear. i’m just reminding everybody to not get carried away in making comments about the whole thing, because shit stop being funny when you openly tear down people who probably don’t deserve it.

on the other hand, i’m still waiting for something to go horribly wrong for ate glue, mike defensor, raul gonzales, ignacio bunye, prospero pichay and all the other bastard scum, then i’ll be ready to let out a hearty guffaw and unrelentingly make fun of them. really, even if something "the omen"-like happens to any one of these satanspawns, i’ll dance around in delight, and i’m not even close to kidding. that shit’s not that funny, right?

okay, enough of that. i’m plunged deeper into a darker mood because this news just came in. so it’s official: me and nicole are sooo o-ver. hmph.

happy father’s day to all my friends, and to all the good dads out there. a very very special happy father’s day also to all my single mom friends, and to the rest of the single moms in the world. what you’re doing, hell, i have so much respect for you that i can’t even put it in words. all i can do is campaign for this day to be made about you also. you’re all doing the double shift so y’all should be given worlwide props twice a year.

aaand a happy father’s day to my pops. you’re still here.

"When I’m near you my heart won’t be told,
It just feels what it feels, knows what it knows.
I want to do what feels right, but you’re not mine to hold.

When I’m near you my heart won’t be told;
Of desire and sadness, a storm inside blows.
Those lips that I lost, I want to kiss so.

I’m so far from being over you.
I’m so far from being over you.
I still just want to be yours,
I’ve never loved you more.

When I’m near you my heart won’t be told.
It still hurts me, the life above me you chose.
I’ll miss you forever, but I guess you know.

I’m so far from being over you.
I’m so far from being over you.
I still just want to be yours,
I’ve never loved you more.."

          -"Never Loved You More", Trembling Blue Stars from Lips That Taste Of Tears

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All About Birds

June 4th, 2006 by epoyz

So what’s up?

everything and nothing, really.

i’ve got an early meeting tomorrow (10 am is really early for me) but i’m still riding high on ginebra’s overtime come-from-the-ass victory over air21 for the final quarterfinals seat in the ongoing PBA all filipino conference to really be able to fall asleep in the next few hours, so..

i’m puttin’ on the tunes and i’ll be bloggin’.

my heart is still racing, man. that was some game. do-or-die contests really get you a-m-p-ed!! specially with ginebra working with just two starters, (based on court experience, practically) four rookies, an injured reserve and two replacement mercenaries; with them falling behind big and storming right back to take the lead late in the fourth quarter, only to be on the brink of elimination again with two booming treys from air21; regaining their composure to force overtime (papah eric menk converting two clutch freethrows with 2.7 left..) and finally pulling out the win in the extra period.. that’s just sweet, almost orgasmic. i thought i’d be sleeping like a baby tonight after that crucial win, but five hours later i’m still wide-awake. oh dear. i’ve got to be up in three hours. whoop-tee-do.

i was looking around in friendster and i noticed a lot of young boys and girls flipping the bird in their friendster photos. is giving the guy taking your picture the finger the "in" thing with these teenagers nowadays? what the fuck is up with that? what does that mean, really? "look at my picture, you fucker?" "i’m having a really good time so screw you?" what? what does it all mean, basil?

the kids aren’t alright.

we’re three weeks into this ‘the da vinci code’ showing and i’m really glad things are starting to calm down. listening to all the yammering about this "highly controversial" movie makes me want to jam a pencil in my ear. i attended a baptism last week, and having been a ninong quite a lot made me familiar with all the "seremonyas". before the actual baptism they usually conduct a 30-minute seminar for the parents and godparents, covering everything from how the whole ceremony is going down, to the roles of the godparents on the kid’s upbringing, to guidelines on raising a catholic child.

one thing that stood out of place for me was  this: the man conducting the seminar took the time to give this stern instruction to the parents, complete with acting:

"..pag isinasama po natin ang ating mga anak sa pagsisimba, wag po natin sasabihin sa kanila na ‘kiss papa Jesus, kiss ka kay papa Jesus..’, mali po iyon! kahit kailan po, ay hindi naging tatay si Jesus, kaya wag po nating ituro sa ating mga anak na tawaging ‘papa’ si Jesus.."

wow.

i pointed out to my friend that this new item added to the seminar was a jab on the da vinci code movie coming out. man, they just won’t let anything slide, no?

apart from that, i found it a bit funny that the guy conducting the seminar was a bit.. you know.. may kulot ng konti ang daliri. i thought it was really inappropriate for him to be uttering the word papa in that situation, that i just wasn’t able to suppress a giggle. i know, i know, ang sama ko, yes, but that shit right there was funny.

but again, why all this extra activity in "preserving" the catholic/christian faith? why get all riled up when i can’t really see how one’s faith in God can be altered by a movie screening? what i find really disappointing is how the church has handled this, like they’re not really giving enough credit to their followers, assuming that most people are not smart enough to handle this. with all the hullabaloo surrounding this da vinci code circus, it really does look as though they’re trying to hide something. they’re trying too damn hard, you know?

with the church putting a lot into this "preserving the faith" movement, they have neglected to have faith in their followers, and that’s just sad. honestly, i’m really lost when it comes to discussions about religion, and my faith is just that: i’m not really sure what to believe, but i know in my heart that there is a God and i will follow my heart in doing what i feel is right whenever i’m put to the test. i really find it hard to follow a strict set of rules that can be bent or interpreted a whole number of other ways by some people that i just don’t attempt to understand it. all i know is i feel what is right and what is wrong when i’m there, and i’ll try my darndest best everytime to do the right thing.

really, since the dawn of civilization, this whole religion thing, this whole struggle between who’s right and who’s wrong, all the wars and inquisitions and purging and shit seemed to have taken more lives than any other catastrophic thing that has struck earth. why all this bullshit? can’t we all just get along?

besides, who’s really sure of what went down in history anyway? i mean come on, this has been passed on from generation to generation, no one can be really sure anymore, right? we’ve all been ruled by different kings and leaders and emperors who ran shit back in the day, who’s to say they didn’t alter some shit to serve their purpose? all that we have is faith that somehow all this shit will be sorted out, right? but not here on earth, i’m telling you. we’ll find the answers at the end of the journey, when we come face to face with The Maker.

meanwhile, i wish everybody would just chill.

i’m unsure about a lot of things, but here’s one thing i’m pretty sure about: if i’m being asked to take another man’s life in the name of "faith", then fuck that, i can’t follow you no more. my God don’t allow that shit to go down. i’m sure someone will present to me a lot of other complicated situational bullcrap but i ain’t buyin’: like i said, i don’t do debates about religious stuff.

i’m not sure if i’m right so i can’t tell you that you’re wrong. dig?

 

Killer: father mangungumpisal po ako
Father: ano kasalanan mo?
Killer: pumatay po ako ng 20 tao
Father: bakit?
Killer: kasi po naniniwala sila sa Diyos, kayo po naniniwala ba?
Father: dati…pero ngayon trip trip na lang..

 

"Cold, Cold water surrounds me now

And all I’ve got is your hand

Lord, can you hear me now?

Lord, can you hear me now?

Lord, can you hear me now?

Or am I lost?"

             - "Cold Water", Damien Rice from O

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