I could spit on a stranger.

I’m glad that my weekend was uneventful. Usually, eventful weekends are fun; but then again, they’re oh-so-fucking frustrating too. There’s nothing like hanging back without ever doing a thing. No plans, means you can do anything you want without ever thinking about it. Truth be told, this is my perfect weekend.

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There’s nothing like hanging out at your friend’s house (even though he still has a lot of things to do in front of his computer), sitting on his couch and watching obscure short films.

I saw Olivier Smolder’s 1987 black and white short film “Adoration.” Basically it’s about a Japanese guy who’s in love with a girl. Because he’s so in love with the girl, he decides to put a shotgun shell through her and eat her fingers. Yumm… nothing like good ‘ole romantic love to soothe the nerves.

I was actually okay after Adoration, but it was Bogdan Borkowski’s Le Poem that really drove me apeshit. Although, I really appreciate the way the film was presented (Autopsy + a reading of Arthur Rimbaud’s The Drunken Boat), how graphic it was, and that killer ending… I still couldn’t stomach it, because I knew that it was a real autopsy that I was watching. I’m okay with fake blood, but when it’s a real body that we’re dealing with… Fuck everything else.

Friday night was pretty good. We managed to watch “The Wackness” which I still love, then after that was P.T. Anderson’s Magnolia. I slept through Magnolia, not because I hate P.T. Anderson, but because I was really high up my ass and tired as well.

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Saturday is “stay-at-home” day. Hovering over the internet, watching more movies, catching up with my readings (novels, not handouts), playing old records, everything. Staying inside the house can be fun, if you have the right tools to make it fun. I think I wrote a song. I’m not really sure. But, I am sure that I once again, established connections with my old “friends.” If you know what I mean with “friends,” then you’ll know that I had been once again whipped by my romantic routines. The shifting from one girl to another. The sudden abandonment of romantic emotions. Yes, yes… it’s all a fucking routine for me.

Don’t get me wrong though, this is not me and my machismo. This is simply my idiotic shuffle towards the world of adult relationships. No, I don’t know what that means.

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I still don’t know how I ended up at Quiapo when my starting point was Makati Cinema Square. Sunday was a big fucking blur, let me tell you that.

Because my mom is reviewing for her Nursing exams (for the nth time), she’s staying at Manila for the weekends. Since most of my Sundays now would be spent in Manila, because we have to pick her up and shit… I figured that I should use this to my advantage. So, I decided to roam around Manila every Sunday.

I started with Makati Cinema Square. It’s the most logical place to go since I’m craving for new LPs to play and DVDs to watch. Alas, the record stores were closed and the DVDs were overpriced. I decided to go to Bangkal and try my luck there. Sadly, all the thrift stores were closed too. Fuck, Sundays. I have no idea how I got to Quiapo from Bangkal. I guess, it was one of those “spur-of-the-moment” things that just happened.

HMVs were at sale! 3 for 100. I, of course, instantly grabbed the titles that would generally please me. Meaning: Space movies of the 90’s. Titan A.E. and Lost in Space were my two favorite sci-fi flicks of the 90’s. I know that Titan A.E. was released in 2000, but still… The 90’s was very much alive during that period. By now, you’ll probably realize that I love the 90’s. Beyond that, I purchased some pretty mundane DVDs.

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“POWER TO TEH PEOPLE!”

Oh, look… The President’s speaking about her plans and whatever… Boring. I know deep down that I should care about things like the President’s State of the Nation address, well… just because–but you know what, it really is hard to get involved with something, if you know that it just wouldn’t push through.

I know that I’m in no place right here to comment, because who the fuck am I? Though, just for kicks, I’ll tell you about what I think of the President right now.

The President is like this chick who’s really really hot and you know deep down that you’re in love with her. But then again, (pardon my analogy, it’s pretty fucked up.) she’s also the ‘ho that your mom probably warned you about. I’ll elaborate. Think of it like this: she’s a fucking player. She’s the kind of girl who promises a lot, but gives out nothing. Kinda like that girl you courted back in high school. She asks you to do one thing, and you do it, but in the end… you weren’t just good enough.

“Okay, ligawan mo me. Then sasagutin ko you.“
“Ay… wait lang… Kasi, never naman talaga kitang sineryoso eh.“

“Okay, let’s all work and strive for the government, and then we’ll all be fucking rich and then we’ll hang out with the awesome first-world countries.“

And then, by the end of the term…
“Oh look, we’re still a third-world country. I wonder why? Oh, yeah I gave that douche that budget for education. Whoopee!“

Sure, it’s hard work. Sure, it’s a fucking risk. You have to give something to achieve something. But you know, when it comes to love and all that shit, my main idealism is: “If you don’t want me, then fine (hidden word: fuck you).“

So, I guess, I’m not that stupid enough to work for something (i.e. ligaw, or date, or court) unless I know that there’s a good outcome. Which is why it’s important for girls to say to me upfront if you like me or not before I make a move towards you. Because if you don’t, and you’re just playing and fucking around, then ha-ha. I’ll fuck you up well. Same thing for the government. If you just talk talk talk and you want us to work to achieve something, but you’re not working with us… I’ll pull off a Joker-esque social experiment. Bring out the fucking ferries and boats!

The point is: I only smoked as the President was blabbering about. Now, am I a good citizen of this Nation? I’d like to think so (in a totally passive way). But honestly, what’s good and bad these days anyway?

God, I’m so fucking selfish and apathetic. Don’t worry, I’ll snap out of this one of these days. Until then, I’ll continue being a douchebag.

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Speaking of Presidents, Here’s the new trailer for Oliver Stone’s new picture W. The film takes a look at George W. Bush’s life and how he became a President from being a cheerleader/douchebag who drinks a shitload of alcohol. Judging from the trailer alone, the casting (Josh Brolin as Bush?! Elizabeth Banks as Laura Bush?!), and the somewhat-hilarious POV that Oliver Stone would depict on screen… Heck, I’ll definitely see this.

Hey, I’m also a douchebag who drinks a shitload of alcohol! Maybe I’ll become President one day! ZOMG! Awesome!