Wednesday, July 25, 2007

giving head.

(no, it's not what you think. the subliminality is obvious, but i take credit for coming up with ludicruously-composed title posts. haha).

so then. let's get on with it.

i've been ruminating of putting up a personal homepage. one that i'll probably see as an outlet of sort. that in my current state of between-jobs, would be exceedingly productive than bumming around. the culture freak has hit the brick wall and the dwindling supply is in imminent peril of depletion.

to compensate, is my attempt at self-worth.

so far, i'm dreamweaver-less. and this is the only thing that somehow, managed to get through:



it's a tentative header. i might try to upload a few more if ideas come up. i'll be particularly elated if you guys could chip in. suggestions. violent reactions. recommendations. and stuffs that make light bulbs flicker are always appreciated...



...and oh. i still don't smoke. it's bad for my health.

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

potter-ed meat

it seemed like it was a spell. but it wasn't.

it was merely a jump to the hype. and queueing up was admittedly, a big mistake. but i got the book, nonetheless. the next day. when people with their sane heads still intact would face the harry curse without much trepidation of the night before. i was one of them. the harry curse got me full in the chest and an imperio for good measure.

but i got the fucking book.

and finished it overnight.







the review's up, by the way.

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

withdrawal

empty billfold accounts for luho deprivation.

the suffering is unbearable to think. the absence of brainfood is excruciating enough. like a migraine that continues to throb. it's a void that you'd scamper for something to plug it with.

ever since i made the bungee-less jump, i've been penny-pinching. yes sir. expenses limit to what's important and what's needed. fortunately, i managed to scrimp in little literature to the list.

dvd reruns like hell. good thing, however. the tons left plastic-wrapped found liberation.

and the movie blog's recording incomplete reviews. so far. (i'll find ways to finish them but it'll take some time, i guess).




god. i hate it.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

trip meme

tagged by the dude who quotes laurence olivier.

not much of a music freak. like i'd said. music is trip. unlike books which are staples. music is medication. cures the occasional mental atrophies.

What Music Are You Currently Grooving To?
less time for pop. jazz breakaway is recent trip. John Coltrane's Heavyweight Champion's hors d'oeuvre on the playlist. soundtrack to Antonioni's Blow Up as appropriate aperitif with Hancock on the keys. Brubeck's Time Out on the nightcap.

What, If Push Comes To Shove, Is Your All-Time Favorite Album?
many to mention, they say. but if i were to pluck one out of the bunch, would be Ornette Coleman's Science Fiction Sessions. freestyle jazz is meth for the ears.

What Was The First Record You Bought? And Where Did You Buy It?
Eraserheads' Ultraelectromagnetic Pop, methinks. could be Aladdin soundtrack back in 2nd yr HS? (aw, no think t'was my mom who bought it). yeah. ninety bucks on cassette and relative high soon after. down Music Nook at Gotesco Grand Central, Monumento.

Which Musician Have You Ever Wanted To Be?
Coltrane. Dolphy. Mobley. them with the saxful of air.

What Do You Sing In The Shower?
my wife does the singing. not me.

What Is Your Favourite Saturday Night Record?
Saturday night is coursework. the trip usually extends, but rarely on weekends. normally settle for quiet jazz, Coltrane's Traneing In or smooth, Patti Austin's Love is Gonna Getcha. recliner season and good film, but less music, though. yep. need periodic doses of tranquility, so to speak. at times, with corny ballads and specks of adult contemporaries: Cetera's You're the Inspiration and Loggins' Leap of Faith.

And Your Sunday Morning Record?
pop has an influence on sunday morning music. old school 50s and 60s rock, I'd say. The Cascades' Rhythm of the Rain and Forrest Gump Soundtrack.

ye old people to tag...

Evans
Rommel
Noel

...to deviate the sense from visceral to auditory. worth a test. hehe.

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Thursday, July 12, 2007

litpicker

my recent bookshop excursions yielded four books. while we're at the threshold of stringent measures of austerity, still remains sufficient room for literature.

Ring Koji Suzuki
Spiral Koji Suzuki
The Return of the Dancing Master Henning Mankell
The Foreign Correspondent Alan Furst

Suzuki's books are the staples of Japanese horror. and almost everybody who jumped into Asian horror bandwagon of the early 2000 would be certainly familiar with Ring and Sadako. yep. the movies were filmic adaptations of Suzuki's novels, which created quite a hit when they were released in Japan nearly two decades ago.

Henning Mankell's is a police procedural according to the blurb. this would be my first Mankell book, and while I am awed at James Ellroy and his prose, I decided to tryout other crime authors as well. somehow, i've noticed that the best books i read recently were all English translations (Suzuki's Ring, Takami's Battle Royale, Eco's Foucault's Pendulum, to name a few).

i was an Alan Furst fan for quite sometime now, until I hit cul-de-sac with his Night Soldiers. his overnarration and particularity to detail dragged the book to gravel pit and took months to finish it. i'm giving him a second chance.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

the eight.

okay. so i was tagged by Noel Vera.

and tagging simply meant a mandatory post. fortunately, a mandatory post is what i'm scrounging for at this very moment. it'll be a month now since i last made an entry, and it seemed that blogging turned out to be a practice in writing.

anyway, here are the rules:

1. list eight (8) things/facts about yourself that people don't know (why 8? why not 9? i don't know, why not 10?---so, 8 it is)
2. then tag anybody you wish to tag (can be a friend or a relative or someone who has a blog; or wastes time maintaining one)
3. leave a comment on his/her blog telling them they're tagged (it's not mandatory, but do it anyway)
4. have them post the meme on their blogs and do the same thing (it's a simple instruction, don't you think?).
5. remember, there is no pressure. we're just keeping the cycle running.

on with the show:

1. I despised pizza when i was a child. yes. i did. and i managed to devour a whole family-sized pizza twelve years later. initially, my impression of pizza is similar to a kanin-baboy. there was a yucky sensation i sensed whenever a picture of Shakey's or a Pizza Hut was laid in front of me. i usually settle for the chick n'chips (mojos, double-ordered) or anything in lieu of french fries.

2. i had my first coffee when i was four years old. i am lactose-tolerant. but my baptism to caffeine was like a rite to passage to adulthood. somehow, that cemented the thought that my days of being a kid were through. nope. it didn't. it merely added to the idea that i was on my way into becoming a caffeine-addict (which, at this point, is certainly I am).

3. i was good at drawing, but lost the touch. freehand, that is. the days before photoshop or illustrator is the time of pen and paper artistry. but i never became an artist. nor competed at school. there were kids who drew better than i did. i started with two stick figures and a round object and ended up with an oversized Doomsday portrait in bond paper copied from the Death of Superman trade paperback. however, my predilection to freehand drawing (and the stick figures scribbled on cigarette box cartons) were my first storyboards.

4. my wife is my only girlfriend. she is my first. in everything. nuff said.

5. my kiddie ambition was to become a scientist. the scientist thing was a bit broad, honestly. every child dream of the moon. so, i wanted to be an astronaut. i had this astronaut costume when i was little---complete with NASA patches and all that, except that the spacesuit lacked the bubble helmet. instead, they replaced it with a fabric one with plastic visors. i remember i still have a picture of myself wearing that and holding a buck rogers laser blaster.

6. i feel that i'm the reincarnated soul of a dead world war 2 solider. it is exceedingly facetious, but there was this odd occurrence wherein i felt something deja-vu-esque when Sas and I went to Corregidor a couple of years ago. perhaps, one concrete basis for my recurring penchance for anything military history related. she also said that my mom told her about the booklet of names i supposedly written when i was a kid. the list was nowhere to be found, sad to say, but it would've had confirm the doubts i have. weird.

7. i love my family. my life revolves on them. nuff said.

8. i'm a sucker for memes. especially if they are answered in short bursts. or phrases. i have a strange inclination to truncate sentences recently. and blog posts evidently suffered from the lethargy. i haven't actually written a single thing for months now (except for the compulsory blog update), and sometimes i think the neglect was not premeditated in anyway.

that's it. show's over. still i managed to impose a certain personal censorship. that's a good thing.

okay. now, who's tagged? lemme see...

the cynical bitch (Dada) - nearly posted the url, my apologies. hehe.
the filipino traveler (Evans)
he who thrives on mediocrity (Rommel)
the wifey whose friendster blog url still escapes me
that fella in dubai (Jepaperts)
he who asks the marathon man (Dodo) - um, i think he has a similar meme to this. oh, well.
crimson diatribes (Macel)

and to the rest of y'all blogdom serfs who are waylaided to the site and find this meme...um, particularly appealing (or thought-provoking; or enough of a filler).

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