im forever blowing bubbles...

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

the most waste of time movie...

I think this movie is an exception. It is more like an overlapping kind of movie, and the feeling you get after watching this will depend on your mood. I personally like this movie when i watched this a second time around when i was kind of slow (sabaw in other words). But the first time i watched this, it was a whole different story.

I loved the soundtrack of the Broadway, so i thought that Monty Python's The Holy Grail would be something to my liking. Sadly, i chose to watch it when i was in a very serious mood. while watching it i could really feel my brain melting away to nothingness... i literally had my head leaned against my hand, with my mouth hanging. then told myself "why did i sit down for two hours to watch this crap?" it was a total waste of time. it was so stupid, it wasnt even funny anymore.

It was a good thing i watched it a second time. It was the totally different experience.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

my favorite movie.

although i am a movie fan, i never really had a particular favorite. for the sake of answering this blog, i have to say that of the moment my favorite movie is "happy feet". i've watched this movie more than 5 times (dvd ofcourse, i refuse to pay 130 bucks just to feed the craving) and i never seem to get tired of it. the first time i watched it, i was fascinated by the songs (especially britney murphy. i knew she could sing, but i never knew she could sing like that). but the second time i watched it i focused more on the message of the story. it shows how big an effect it is on people to be different. This especially affects the old fashioned ones because they are the ones who everything to be the same. Mumble was outcasted from the empire penguins all because he was different. the elders even blamed mumble's difference for their lack of fish. but in the end, they soon realized that being different isnt at all a bad thing.

Friday, September 29, 2006

The last day of the world…

… and I thought I’d still get to see you in five years time. But I guess the world will never give us a chance to be complete again. Never again will the five of us be together. It does make me regret not spending enough time with you the last time you came here... well actually ive been regretting ever since you weren’t coming home anymore for christmas. And its sad that the end is finally here and our dream of being together as a family again never came true.

I really have nothing mush to say to you… you’ve heard it all: everything meaningful, every thanks… they have already been shown, countless of times in fact. But it would never hurt to say it one more time… im forever thankful that you are my brother. Unlike other families we didn’t need accidents or death just for a brother to show that he cared. It was automatic for you… and it continued on even after you left almost 4 years ago. i love you…:D

Saturday, September 02, 2006

ok, im really sick now and hopefully what im typing still makes sense.

if i could ask god just one question...

when will i get well? haha!

i ask this because i cant afford to be absent on monday! or any day for that matter! and i didint ask a deep and profound question 'lke why did this happen to me?' or something that shows that im 'angry' at god or whatever. its just im really contented with what i have now and i dont want to ask anything else. and so far i have no regrets.:) but i want to get well already. haha.

if you could ask a question to anyone dea or alive, what wouldl be? who would you ask?

i would ask my dad...

"can you buy me breath of fire III?" XD

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

if i could ask god just one question...

[CHRIS]
Why does Saigon never sleep at night?
Why does this girl smell of orange trees?
How can I feel good when nothing's right?
Why is she cool when there is no breeze?
Vietnam
You don't give answers, do you friend?
Just questions that don't ever end
Why God? Why today?
I'm all through here, on my way
There's nothing left here that I'll miss
Why send me now a night like this?
Who is the girl in this rusty bed?
Why am I back in a filthy room?
Why is her voice ringing in my head?
Why am I high on her cheap perfume?
Vietnam
Hey look I mean you no offense
But why does nothing here make sense?
Why God? Show your hand
Why can't one guy understand?
I've been with girls who knew much more I never felt confused before
Why me? What's your plan?
I can't help her, no one can
I liked my mem'ries as they were
But now I'll leave rememb'ring her
When I went home before
No one talked of the war
What they knew from TV
Didn't have a thing to do with me
I went back and re-upped
Sure Saigon is corrupt
It felt better to be
Here driving for the embassy
'Cause here if you can pull a string
A guy like me lives like a king
Just as long as you don't believe anything
Why God? Why this face?
Why such beauty in this place?
I liked my mem'ries as they were
But now I'll leave rememb'ring her
Just her
XD its the first thing that came into my head. i shall post the real thing next time. :)

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

random

i dont find the combination of pink and brown nice.

i find ipods impractical objects to buy.

i dont do the 'rock sign' or whatever you call the symbol that everyone does with their pinky, thumb and index finger. i dont find it cool, in fact i find it overused.

i dont find brad pitt hot.

i dont find channing tatum hot.

i dont enjoy talking on the phone. honsestly i'd rather email that person.

i dont like the 'oc' or the 'oth'. yes i did watch an episode and i still dont see how people find entertainment watching shallow rich kids who make their own problems in life.


im not a fan of camwhoring. its tiring, its boring, and its bland. although im a fan of photography as an art.

i get bored while shopping with friends or with my mom. so, i dont like shopping that much. seriously.

i am from the mountains, im not that fond of the latest technology.

i find highschool musical just a plain feel good movie. the actors were blah, the story was blah, the acting was blah. the singing was good, only if none of the leads are singing. (meaning that the only scene that's actually worthwhile is the canteen scene) which pretty much makes the singing blah aswell.

and i will never accept the fact that the dude from highchool musical will play Link from Hairspray. no one can play Link like matthew morrison can.

i still believe that elliot yamin was robbed of the title. i dont care what anyone says im effing getting his album if there is one. you can fall in love with his "mood for love"...

bubbles are a past time and a stress reliever.

"you give me a smile and im wrapped up in your magic..."
interview: my dad. no mom here, she's in america but i dont know where.. ive lost track of her a long time ago. as you can see she's more of a gimmikera than i am.

1. What was the funniest thing I did when I was a baby?
- you would put 4 of your fingers in your mouth

2. What was my first word?
- cant remember

3. What was my first food/favorite food?
- cant remember either

4. What was the craziest thing you did when you were a student?
- too many and too crazy to mention

5. How did you and dad/mom meet?
- there was some party and mom's barkada crashed

6. If you could do anything other than what you are doing now, what would it be?
- a rocknroll singer

7. Tell me a secret you kept from your parents.
- too many to mention

8. Tell me something about you that I still don't know.
- i lost when i ran for student council. it was my first and last.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Inclinado en las tardes
pablo neruda

Inclinado en las tardes tiro mis tristes redes a tus ojos oceánicos.

Allí se estira y arde en la más alta hoguera mi soledad que da vueltas los brazos como un náufrago.

Hago rojas señales sobre tus ojos ausentes que olean como el mar a la orilla de un faro.

Sólo guardas tinieblas, hembra distante y mía, de tu mirada emerge a veces la costa del espanto.

Inclinado en las tardes echo mis tristes redes a ese mar que sacude tus ojos oceánicos.

Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.

Galopa la noche en su yegua sombría desparramando espigas azules sobre el campo.