Wednesday, July 16, 2003


I got this from the Kabalarians website from A's blog...TY, dudette!




Luis




Important:
This analysis describes a few qualities of the first name of Luis . There are many additional factors (legal name, nicknames, family surname, combined names, previous names, and business signature) that contribute to your entire personality - and your entire life.

The name of Luis has given you an appreciation for many beautiful and refined aspects of life--music and art, literature, drama--and the outdoors, where you find much peace and relaxation, but it creates a far too sensitive nature. You sense and feel much that you do not understand, and sometimes you are alarmed at your thoughts and wonder about their origin. You rarely experience the tranquility that comes with stability of thinking or emotional control. At times, you are very inspired, desiring to be with people and to entertain others as the "life of the party," while at other times you are aloof and choose to remove yourself entirely from association. You crave understanding and affection but your intensity of desire and your self-consciousness prevent you from finding the happiness you desire. You have suffered many disappointments and misunderstandings because of your inability to express your inner thoughts. You could experience sensitivity in the heart, lungs, or bronchial organs, causing tuberculosis, asthma, or depletion of your energies.

A
Ey, dude (or is it dudette?)! How'd you find my blog?

And to answer your question....I find it hard to just pick up the receiver and dial her number. It may seem pretty stupid but, it's true. Because I know I'll just torture myself again, my masochistic side is thoughroughly enjoying it, though.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2003


For the past few days, Teresa's face has been plastered on my eyes, giving the effect that I am wearing contact lenses with her transparent face. And I want it to stop. Although I must admit that I have some hunger to torture myself by even calling her.

And believe me, I do.

This started just when I thought that I have forgotten everything I felt for her...turns out I was fooling myself. And dumb ole me just played along as long as I could, and eventually got distracted. Oh, those months of distraction were sweet, warm and calm. I only wished that I could dwell in them again. But it is not so.

In my efforts to achieve employment, I passed a resume to another call center, this time from the Ortigas area, a sensible decision, I thought. But then as I was crossing the street I saw her. You wouldn't believe how pathetic the smile was in my face, but in the back of my mind I really wanted to run to the other side. To her side. But when the crowd had cleared I saw another familiar face beside her, clutching her hand. Something in me just drooped when I saw her with my bestfriend.

I've always wanted to be a DJ since high school. Imagine just talking on-air answering calls and meeting all these musicians.
I wanted to become just like Tom Alvarez from RX.
And then I heard their ad, that they were looking for two members of their on-air staff. So I passed a resume and even went to their booth to record demo for their archives.
I have no experience in broadcasting, but I have received enough parise from friends even strangers that I have a pleasant voice. I have pride in my accent.

I NEED YOUR PRAYERS.PLEASE PRAY FOR ME.













Sunday, July 13, 2003


Since not everyone does this, aside from the fact that I have not seen any films lately (yes, I am culturally deprived), I have decided to review music videos instead. And while I'm at it, I'll also put in some random thoughts about the songs and the artists themselves.


Metallica - St. Anger

Filmed entiresly in jail, the concept was having a gig in the middle of recess with cut scenes of inmates engaged in a riot. The feel may not be new, but at least it's not criminally derivative; and the intro - of the warden instructing the band - was a clever touch.

On thing that annoys me about the band, of which I am savagely envious of, is their fashion sense. Of course, it's no longer the 80s, and the odds of them being mistaken for a hair band are remote, if not impossible, only Kirk Hammet and Rob Trujillo insist on carrying the log hair bit. And then there are also the present-day rocker gear - James' bonnet and shirt, for instance - that gives the band the rockstar essence without them even trying.

Though, I enjoy the music, every time I would be reminded that it's Metallica sure as hell beats the crap out of me. It certainly isn't what I'd expect from them, and that isn't always a good thing. Had it been from the newer, younger bands such as 12 Stones, Papa Roach, System of a Down or even Disturbed, I wouldn't be so obscenely shocked, and alarming.

I have no idea in hell what Metallica was thinking when they wrote St. Anger, but I'm also sure it's Rob's presence and influence that's to be blamed. Or maybe Jason should share the blame, for leaving.

Maybe Rob's arrival may have opened a few doors in terms of their music, since I would love to see them grow and progress, but at the price of losing their signature Metallica sound? Their soul?

Maybe I'm just not used to the abrupt change.



Jewel - Intuition

A blond girl danced across the street, wearing skimpy clothes that bordered more on the kinkiness than sexiness, I thought it was Anna Kournekova. A tennis player, who never really made it to the majors with an album? Well, she did become a model for sports bra, and with a tag line for the ad, which says something like "Because only the ball should bounce…" it may not seem so far off. And besides the horrendous music seemed to confim it.

A few more scenes and I gawked and gaped in disbelief - it's JEWEL!

To be fair, the video was witty enough, showing several pieces of parodied advertisements. This video may be an outcry in her efforts to finally sell out, but to prance around in her undies in true Britney/Cristina fashion?

A change in her sound would have been welcome, but she chose a rather unlikable direction to grow into, somewhere her fans would hate to see her go. And her falsetto-win-an-identity-crisis type of voice didn't really settle in with the changes and most importantly, the very annoying chorus (…you intuiiiiiitiooooon…!). She not only deviated from her folksy-poetic roots but having lost her soulfulness is utterly unforgivable. I only hope it's only for this one song.

Her newly acquired allergy to cloth is very disturbing.


Michelle Branch - Are you Happy Now

The intro was half bad, a terrible tune apparently from a phonogragh and a blurry, grainy close-up shot of her face.

But the opening chords were nice, warm and simple and a welcome start with an equally simple scene - Michelle sitting alone in a bench - which complements the entire gloomy concept for the video.

From her first tracks to this one, we can see that she has indeed developed as a musician. I have always liked her subtle sense of wit and thankfully it's still present in her songwriting. And as for her vocals, even that has slightly changed; because she now sound like…ta-dah…ALANIS MORISSETTE! Yes folks, I couldn't quite believe it myself when I heard her fire up her vocal chords in the chorus.

However, since she same way - not edging towards the dark side - and since this song is particularly too angst-ridden, she may have had difficulty expressing it. And so the entire song it showered with lines like "And you don't care about me…" and But I don't care…, making the song a little dry, sounding more like a whining girl who needed to be bitch-slapped than a bitch hoping to slap a girl as she whined.

I do hope she works this out because I can see a lot of potentials from her. Here's hoping she won't go the M2M way.


Beyoncé Knowles - Crazy In Love

I could watch this video all day - just let me press the MUTE button after the fourth repeat.

Beyoncé is one hot, black chick. But unlike other hot, black chicks out there, she has some sophistication up her sleeves, no matter how slutty her wardrobe is. There are some mouth-watering dance sequences, and boy is her body flexible. And she has the butt that could give Jlo a run for her money.

The music itself is noteworthy, with a healthy interplay of retro sensibilities and a lot of damn catchy beats (that went well with that damn bouncy body).

'Nuff said! YUM!


Deftones - Minerva

This band absolutely rocks! I've been listening to them since high school, pretty good taste doncha think???

Minerva is the first single off their newest, self-titled album. As tradition, the proverbial Deftones videos are laced with the beauty of the simplicity of gloom (remember the warehouse video for Be Quiet and Drive and the shark-infested tranquility of My Own Summer). With this video, they chose a desert, or what apparently looked like one, as a background for the band.

One thing I noticed about vocalist Chino Moreno is that he seems to grow ever so corpulent with each video. He started slender in Be Quiet…, gained some mass in Street Carp, seemed to have ingested a boulder in Back to School (where he barely moves, because of his bulk, I suspect) and in Minerva, he's just pure flab packed in a jacket (as if I, myself, am not…LOL). It is in this video that I noticed that he, with the goatee, thick eyebrows and very evident Chicano roots, completely resembles Dicta License's Kelley Mangahas, minus the reversed cap, the usual white shirt and black shorts.

The song is simply great. The crunchy guitars crash in with the raunchy bass, the drumbeats threaten to mutilate the entire sound, while the vocal work (God bless you all…) smoothens out the carcass. And that, ladies and gentlemen, makes it sound as much as soothing as it is torturous.

New mantra: MUST-GET-ALBUM! NOW!
I have always posted here, aside from the blow-by-blow accounts of my "adventures" and my thoughts on absurd subjects, but also my take on the films that I have seen. My terribly detailed post on Matrix: Reloaded and Ring 0: Birthday were the first and it allowed me to do what I really enjoy doing, write Feature articles. And all I needed was a publication to take me in.

The main problem I have been facing ever since was that movie reviews require that you have seen the film before anyone else. Premiere night tickets aren't really easily within reach when pocket sizes matter, unless I would join every other radio station's contests to win those gala invites, and frankly I don't fancy going for the right-numbered caller, answer-a-question-on-air and certainly not the sing-along-to-the-jingle bit these stations are so notoriously known for.

So I set up a blog, which was a logical recourse to being a writer with tons of articles and no place to go. I don't get paid, but at least it's a form of intellectual release sufficient to keep my cogs turning.

And of course, no editors to deal with.

Sunday, July 6, 2003

HE: Can I buy you a drink?
SHE: Actually I'd rather have the money.

HE: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.
SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.

HE: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?
SHE: Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.

HE: How did you get to be so beautiful?
SHE: I must've been given your share.

HE: Will you go out with me this Saturday?
SHE: Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.

HE: Your face must turn a few heads.
SHE: And your face must turn a few stomachs.

HE: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out.
SHE: Okay, get out.

HE: I think I could make you very happy.
SHE: Why? Are you leaving?

HE: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.

HE: Can I have your name?
SHE: Why? Don't you already have one?

HE: Shall we go see a movie?
SHE: I've already seen it.

HE: Where have you been all my life?
SHE: Hiding from you.

HE: Haven't I seen you some place before?
SHE: Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.

HE: Is this seat empty?
SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

HE: So, what do you do for a living?
SHE: I'm a female impersonator.

HE: Hey baby, what's your sign?
SHE: Do not enter.

HE: Your body is like a temple.
SHE: Sorry, there are no services today.

HE: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
SHE: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

HE: Where have you been all my life?
SHE: Where I'll be the rest of your life - in your wildest dreams.
10 most stupid questions people usually ask in obvious
situations

1. At the movies: When you meet
acquaintances/friends...

Stupid Question:- Hey, what are you doing here?
Answer:- Don't u know, I sell tickets in black over here..

2. In the bus: A heavy lady wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet...
Stupid Question:- Sorry, did that hurt?
Answer:- No, not at all, I'm on local anesthetic.....why don't you try again.

3. At a funeral: One of the teary-eyed people ask...
Stupid Question:-Why, why him, of all people?
Answer:- Why? Would it rather have been you?

4. At a restaurant: When you ask the waiter
Stupid Question:- Is the Seafood Dish good??
Answer:- No, its terrible and made of adulterated cement. We Occasionally also spit in it.

5. At a family get-together: When some distant aunt meets you after years...
Stupid Question:- Oh my gosh ...you have grown so much!
Answer:- Well you haven't particularly shrunk yourself.

6. When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask...
Stupid Question:-Is the guy you're marrying good?
Answer:- No, he's a miserable wife-beating, insensitive lout...it's just the money.

7. When you get woken up at midnight by a phonecall...
Stupid Question:- Sorry. were you sleeping?
Answer:- No. I was doing research on whether the Zulu tribes in Africa marry or not. You thought I was sleeping....you dumb little moron.

8. When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair...
Stupid Question:- Hey have you had a haircut?
Answer:- No, its autumn and I'm shedding......

9. At the dentist when he's sticking pointed objects in your mouth...
Stupid Question:- Tell me if it hurts?
Answer:- No it wont. It will just bleed.

10. You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks...
Stupid Question:- Oh, so you smoke!
Answer:- Gosh, it's a miracle.... it was a piece of chalk and now it's in flames!!!
DEAD THOUGHTS

TODAY's my birthady...and it doesn't feel good to know that I'm 21. Hey, DEBUT KO (bwahahahahaha)!!!
When am I gonna get some noogie? What does a guy have to do to get laid around here?
Why am I whinning?
I find that the more I think about senseless things, the more logical they become, and the more I try to fathom the relevant the more they seem insignificant.
Why does it take somebody's death for you to think about life?

Memo to myself: STOP THINKING TOO FUCKING MUCH!



Some time during the period that spanned from my last blog to this one I have seen two "Bruce films." One's Bruce Almighty and the other's Hulk.
First up...Hulk. Another one out of the woodwork of the fad of comic book-turned movie, the Hulk innocently retells the classic origin (which in itself is a special treat for those not into comic books) of the green behemoth. Directed b y Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon biggie, Ang Lee, the film begins in the era in Bruce Banner's life after his affair with fellow scientist, Betty Ross (Jennifer Conelly); whereas the comic book version starts the tale with the young upstart, Banner working for the US army.
The special effects are superb, except for some instances where we find the green giant defying both gravity and his physical constraints (most of which occured in during the desert scene). The story is witty enough to keep your butts of\f your seats but has soiled the memory of the comic book by totally deviating the details, which I think is a good thing because it actually offers some logic as to Hulk's origin.
Rating: I give it a 3 out of 5 (ala-Adam Sessler...ayus ba, Donna?)

Then there's Bruce Almighty. With Jim Carey at the helm and a storyline that have raised a lot of eyebrows, I had the initial impression that at some point - and I seriously didn't doubt it - I would hate it. But having a look-see at a couple of scenes really grabbed me to finish the entire story. And Morgan Freeman as God was a great touch, always knew his silent but powerful persona would have a great use other than the inspector from the primordial era. And of course, the film wouldn't be mentioned without commending Jennifer Anisteon on her splendid performance (the pinnacle of which was her prayer scene).
Rating: I give it a 4 out of 5