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So yesterday was one of those, “Oh-I’m-bored-I-know-I’ll-spend-moolah-today” kind of days. So I decided to haul my ass over at Quiapo again for some glorious money spending. I got only a handful of DBDs since I’m kinda low on cash these days. But anyway, I got a good batch of DBDs here by my side.
Even though Oil and Rice prices are ridiculously high these days, it’s good to know that the prices in the black market are down. I found this awesome stall which has really good titles and the dude only sold me 50 bucks a DVD9 which is 10 pesos lower than before. Awesome.
Titles obtained:
The Devil and Daniel Johnston, Michael Haneke Trilogy (The Seventh Continent, Benny’s Video, & 71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance), The Day The Earth Stood Still, Tsai Ming-liang’s Rebels of the Neon God, Lars Von Trier’s Europe Trilogy (only two titles though: Epidemic and Element of Crime), Strange Wilderness, The Great World of Sound, and Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
I’m pretty excited about the Michael Haneke Trilogy and Tsai Ming-liang. It really bothered me how there’s a bunch of Tsai Ming-liang movies there with no fucking subtitles. Oh well.
Oh. and I got a scarf.
IN OTHER NEWS:
In case you haven’t been reading my Multiply or my irritating YM group messages, then YOU should listen to Don’t Bogart The Can… Man! because we’ve got new material!
I’m really happy with DBTCM! because we’re basically making laid back, quirky, sugary songs which really isn’t hard to do because there’s a lot of wonderful things to talk about. It wasn’t hard to write the lyrics for the songs too because I’m a pathetic hopeless romantic you know. So basically, if you listen to the songs; they’re really fucking cheesy. What the fuck were we talking about in the songs anyway? Mushrooms, walking down the park, hidden sexual agendas, and what you should do when the entire human race starts to kill each other.
There. I’m shamelessly plugging this little effort that Francis and I put up. We gotta create a hype you know? Haha! Oh, and we’ll record an EP real soon. More like, next week, or next next week. I promise the songs will sound complete once we get to do a proper recording. Yey! So yeah, check us out: http://myspace.com/dontbogartthecanman
Well. That’s what I’ve been doing recently. Thank you for reading this pathetic, uninteresting post of mine. Hooray to you, mah friend.
(Speaking of friends; nais ko nga palang batiin si Nicole Ramos, si Jerrold Tarrog, ang pinsan kong si Jake Besorio at ang Tita kong si Milagros Donato. Happy Birthday. Oo, lahat kayo nag-birthday nung May 30)
There’s this scene in Chito Rono’s Caregiver that really made me emo. Sarah (Sharon Cuneta) and her son Pao (John Manalo) are inside a thrift shop (Ukay-Ukay). Sarah is leaving behind her son and her profession as a Teacher in order to work at London and earn big moolah. In this scene, she picked out a jacket and made his son wear it. They then talk about how the jacket would be a some form of contract. She’s buying it and so that his son will know that one day, he will wear that fucking jacket abroad, and that she’ll work hard so that he could have a good life.
It then leads to Sarah asking his son to be good, and not to be mad at her for leaving him behind.
See, as that scene was playing, I had a flashback to when my mom and I were having the same conversation before she went to the U.S. and left me here with my brother. Hence, the tears.
This is why I liked “Caregiver.” It managed to paint an accurate picture of what really happens here and there when the parents decide to leave everything behind and go work somewhere far to have a better life than this poverty-stricken, showbiz-fueled, corrupted Third World Country. It’s a solid mainstream melodrama that delivers well on what you would expect with Sharon Cuneta and a timely story (Nurses and Caregivers are in these days. What’s also in: Call Centers, Emo Kids, Yuppie Scums, and Hipsters). Oh, and yes I really liked that ending.
Filed under: Alcoholically Me, Boredom, For Teh Lulz!, Indie Music, Mumblecore, Munsci, Music, SABOG
So Francis and I finally sat down last night and decided to make a really quirky, lo-fi, poppy song–and I’m glad to say that we really did it. Hooray! So yeah, here’s the Two Song Demo. Just click play or something.
Yeah, there’s two songs in it. One’s a cover of The Apples In Stereo’s Energy and the other one’s the new song that we made, Quirky Narres. There. As of now, you can listen to it on our MYSPACE and click that capitalized word or these irritatingly awesome repetitive links.
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So yes, your thoughts about our quirky, bedroom, poppy song?
Filed under: Abyssmal nothingness, Alcoholically Me, Books, Boredom, Fanboy Mode, Films, For Teh Lulz!, List, Reads., Reviews
There’s a couple of books lying here on my bed which I pulled out from all over the confines of my room. I’ve been really buying some crazy shit over the summer that I haven’t even picked up. Now, I’ll be sure that I’ll read every single one of them.
Meanwhile, I did finish that Summer Graphic Novel reading list that I’ve presented before. They’re so fucking awesome–especially Daniel Clowes and Adrian Tomine’s work.
Moving on, I now present to you my End of Summer Reading List. Which doesn’t really make sense at all because I only have 20-or-so days to go before immersing myself again to Educational things like blue books, Cattleya, and Dong-A My Gel Pens. But whatever, I won’t bring my DVD player in Los Banos until I finish all these books.
Oh yes, very pretty! In an effort to get people to buy books because its not really that expensive, I will post the price (since most of these are used books) and where I bought it. Okay! Awesome! Lezgo!
Filed under: Alcoholically Me
I learned a valuable lesson today: Never drink a glass of milk after you’ve already consumed a big bottle of beer, Coke, and a couple of shots of Brandy.
You see, I was feeling a bit alcoholic last Sunday night (yes, it was one of THOSE nights) so I bought a big bottle of beer (1 Litter of Red Horse, to be exact) and drank it all in something like 10 or 15 minutes. And because I was still thirsty, I decided to finish that bottle of Brandy that I’ve hidden under my bed (I was actually reserving it for when one of THOSE nights occur). Fast forward to about an hour and I was drunk as fuck. I guess I was still a bit thirsty back then and I wanted a really really cold glass of water. But yeah, the water dispenser was unplugged and we don’t keep water in the fridge so MILK was the best cold drink that I could have.
I went to bed after that, then at around 3 in the morning, I started puking. At first, I thought it was just the regular puke that usually comes with a night of heavy drinking. But when I puked for the second, third, fourth, and fifth time–I knew something was fucked. Good thing my mom is an accountant-slash-nurse and she “nursed” me like any mother with a quasi-alcoholic son would do. She asked me about what I drank, and I told her about the beer, the coke, the shots of brandy, and the milk. Apparently, it was the milk that fucked up my system. Nevar drink milk, brandy and beer. It’s bad enough that I consumed beer and a hard liquor, but I just HAD to throw milk in with the mix. Wow.
Then earlier today, It occurred to me that this has happened before. Yes, history DOES repeats itself.
It happened in sophomore year in High School where I hosted a small drinking session here at my house after the School Christmas Party. I think JM, Lex, Jano, and some other people went here at my place. We bought a bottle of Gin (not that GSM blue shit, Kwatro-kantos mehn! God, we were so idiotic back then.) and drank it inside my room while watching porn on the computer. Everyone outside my room thought we were just hanging out, when in fact, we were all drinking. Haha! I kinda didn’t have the money to buy some chips, so I served them a BIG BAG of M&M’s for pulutan. After that night, I was puking like shit and they found me lying under my bed. Oh well, that was my first hard-drinking session with friends which ultimately lead me to the quasi-alcoholic nature of mine today.
Anyway, the lesson of the story is: Don’t drink milk or eat chocolates while drinking. I could’ve just said “DON’T DRINK. Period.” but that would probably be a really sucky and pathetic lesson for this story.
Filed under: Abyssmal nothingness, Alcoholically Me, Boredom, Fanboy Mode, For Teh Lulz!, Reviews
And no, I did not perform sexual acts with somebody.
You see, since Monday I’ve been roaming around Southmall, ATC, Festival, and SM Muntinlupa because I finally got the money to buy a flashcart for the Nintendo DS that my dear old dad gave us. My search for a cheap and decent flashcart lead me to SM Southmall last Tuesday. I got a really cheap DSTT for 1,600 and a 2-gig microSD card for 480. I know we have a food crisis and shit, but really we need a little bit of JOY! sometimes.
Of course, I’m talking about playing the DS with awesome games.
Okay, when I got home, the microDS didn’t work. I had to wait until tomorrow to have it replaced. When I got to CD-R king this morning, they were having this General Inventory shit; which meant that they would open at around 4 in the afternoon. Which means less time hanging out with Francis. Which means, shit.
Of course I got around to talking to one of them employees and they assured me that I could have it replaced at their branch at Festival Mall. True enough, I got the microSD replaced with no hassles. CD-R king employees tend to be fucking bitches. I mean, no offense; you are fucking cunts.
But yeah, I was hassle-free today.
Anyway, fast forward to around 14 hours and Francis is behind me oogling over my DS because his pet in Nintendogs (aptly named ‘Jenny Humphrey’) is being trained. Awesome. I guess, what I’m saying about the JOY! part is that… Nintendogs is just so fucking awesome.
Why did God ever create something so cute. I currently have Chihuahua & Friends and Labrador & Friends installed in my ever-so-awesome Flashcart; and I gotta say, it’s fucking addicting. I have a Chihuahua, her name is Puta. So, she’s like Puta the tuta. Or something. But yeah, Puta’s been good to me. As of now, she knows TWO TRICKS! Whenever I stroke her head and scream “PUTA, UPO” to the mic, she sits down! It’s awesome. Whenever she’s sitting and I stroke her head calmly down to her nose and scream, “HIGA, PUTA! HIGA!” She lies down! Fantastic.
Anyway. I’ll get one more dog like this. Whenever I get money.
I may have to sell crack and weed and stuff.
Filed under: Abyssmal nothingness
I figured that I should return to my blogging roots since I haven’t been blogging for a long long time. I don’t know. Maybe I just lost that flare for writing down stuff.
I’m pretty okay. Hooray for this blog’s first year anniversary! OMFG, I’ve been blogging here for a year already. Thanks to you guys who aren’t getting tired of my shit. Anyway, really. Thanks to those who stuck around. UPDATES! Uhm, pretty much everything’s usual. We’re not advancing in any way in terms of the upcoming flick that Francis and I are working on. In terms of band things, well, we have a few things up our sleeves; maybe we’ll meet this Thursday.
I saw two sweet movies: Ploning and Iron Man. I’ll elaborate maybe later. Hooray! We’re going to Cannes. Brillante Mendoza’s Serbis and Raya Martin’s Now Showing. I heard Raya Martin’s would be five-hours long; and it will be all about Piracy. Hooray!
Ugh. I’m pretty much the same. My MP3 collection is growing exponentially, but my Movie collection is staying dormant. I hope Smart Bro will help me with this. You evil conniving little sons of corporate bitches. Screw you!
Oh well. That’s how things are with me. Boring, eh?
