men in loincloths and really striking red capes: this and more... haha sinong overdue?
oh man, words cannot express how much i am looking forward to that damn 300 movie.
i just watched the 300 trailer in youtube (both of them since there was the initial release and the official one... both with the nine inch nails' song "just like you imagined" serving as the score), as i do every night for the past month. every night baby.
there is just something about this film man... i don't think i'm setting myself up for disappointment because damn it, yung trailer pa lang ulam na!
but if there's anything, i guess i must admit that king leonidas is one of the main draws. played by gerry butler (a bloke that i have a slight man crush on... really, that is friggin normal. have you seen the guy?!?!), leonidas embodies the masculinity that has become extinct in today's world. well, no, perhaps that type of masculinity has just evolved into something that would better fit our modern world. but leonidas and his ass kickin' personality (wild-eyed, emissary killing, shouting with rage and all) is archaic and really really out of place in today's world. he's laconic, passionate and a true spartan (malamang.). you need a lot of self-confidence for that (it probably helps that he's a king and he has a body to die for... pahawak lang ng pandesal man.), and this faith or belief that what you're doing is right. my golly, he takes on a million men (more like 20,000-200,000, as the real battle of Thermopylae's statistics would suggest) with only 300 of his Spartan soldiers! okay, as history would show, there were like, 2,000 more from other Greek tribes that helped defend the Hot Gates (as Thermplyae Pass was called... it was a very narrow valley, thus the effectiveness of just a few men), but those 2,000 ran when they got out flanked. Spartans were willing to die in battle! can i do that?
perhaps this is the reason why i'm so looking forward to 300. apart from the visually-stunning images, a musical score that kicks ass, well played performances by European actors (gerry butler, lena headey and other names... butler is Scottish while headey is english. iba talaga europeans and their thespic pursuits. however the question on my mind is this: can a commercial film such as this [that was based from a graphic novel] earn oscar nods? sana pare) and one of the greatest war stories ever told, 300 seems to offer an archetype of what men were before and the reason why women succumbed to the men's barbaric wishes and such:
they managed to look cool while wearing funky loincloths. you can't really say no to that man.
but again, to be serious, i am looking forward to this film because of many strong reasons, but this image of manhood attracts me. i know i probably wouldn't be able to do stuff they do (they were trained since they were what... 3? it's a different culture. but the focus and faith remains nonetheless) because that type of glory seems daunting. a certain amount of discipline is required that i could never grasp... those fuckers define the term dedication man. i don't think that the image of a true Spartan will suit me.
would probably trade my curiosity for that body though. geez i'm getting fat.
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i recently drove the car under my parents permission from makati to the airport to pick up dad from his Cagayan de Oro trip. i did it again last Saturday, from Alabang to our house because dad wanted to sleep (which he never got around to doing since he kept telling me what to do while i was driving).
the old people or "gurangs" (term of endearment) have unbelievably enough, trusted me with driving duties. i feel myself maturing as i type. now all i need is an actual license (internalizing the notion that i have one doesn't make it real... too much entablado there mate) and i'm gonna be the errand boy: groceries, sundo, hatid, taga-park, taga-linis, etc. i'm actually looking forward to it. there's a sense of taking on responsibilities there that i have been craving for since... well, since i became errand boy and bought groceries from sta. lucia while commuting. and yes, cleaning the car. but that's more of a chore than a responsibility so scratch that.
however, i bet you that after 3 months of that crap i'm gonna be grumpy about that shit. redundant? whatever.
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people have been badgering me to put some life into my multiply account. you have to understand that i only made that account to view my sister's site and get the fugue video from some girl who uploaded it on her multiply site. that's it.
pero sige, bata pa ako at pwede pang magpa peer pressure; i am currently spicing up my multiply site. belat. bago na namang internet addiction ito. weird since it had been a while since i posted something here. hindi naman dahil sa busy ako (although that is a legit reason: school, sidelines, enta play and helping danes graduate have cut my online time.) pero hindi ko na feel mag blog. nhux. drama. my writing has suffered though and i am really looking forward to a rebirth of sorts. thus the long post.
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si sinag ay nasa bahay muli. he's my (our: danes is a co-parent) cat. he's 5 months i think and is a very weird cat. he likes to sleep on my bed and curl in my head. not hair. head. and he'd knead my chest when he sleeps on top of me. which is really fucked up because he has sharp claws and i have thin shirts when i sleep (sometimes no shirt at all. hello ladies. welcome to your nightmare) so... scars run rampant in my torso region. he also plays rough, so my hands, arms and feet have bite marks and scars from his claws. i am often isolated in jeepney rides because i think people see me as a guy who cuts himself to feel the rush. i see them looking at me, with my mangled hair (after shower hair for a kulot guy is fun. but not for a kulot guy with long har... it takes a while to dry so you can't really tie your hair. so i leave it hanging during jeepney rides. a portion gets dry and starts "fluffing" while a portion is still wet [usually the inside hair... i have levels in my hair... like, floors or layers. what the f man], so i still can't tie it. imagine that: a kid with adik hair who looks japanese but is moreno and has scars in his hands and arms. i haven't even counted the fact that my fashion sense reflects emo-like tendencies and/or 80's bad choices along with hippie-dom dreams. confused? so am i kid... so am i.) and add in my cuts: damn, a sight of pure massacre man. by the way, that must've been the longest parenthetic side comment in history.
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i'm trying to make a short story that is only a sentence long but has an entire parenthesis to serve as the body. smart? malamang hindi. but ganun ako eh. hindi smart. bwahahahaha natawa ako sa sarili kong joke. ang pangit. may comedic pause pa talaga habang tina-type ko yun.
***
can i make regular posts? ewan. may multiply pa eh. hahahahahahaha pero sana. hindi nga naman ako Spartan: being laconic has never been my specialty.
i just watched the 300 trailer in youtube (both of them since there was the initial release and the official one... both with the nine inch nails' song "just like you imagined" serving as the score), as i do every night for the past month. every night baby.
there is just something about this film man... i don't think i'm setting myself up for disappointment because damn it, yung trailer pa lang ulam na!
but if there's anything, i guess i must admit that king leonidas is one of the main draws. played by gerry butler (a bloke that i have a slight man crush on... really, that is friggin normal. have you seen the guy?!?!), leonidas embodies the masculinity that has become extinct in today's world. well, no, perhaps that type of masculinity has just evolved into something that would better fit our modern world. but leonidas and his ass kickin' personality (wild-eyed, emissary killing, shouting with rage and all) is archaic and really really out of place in today's world. he's laconic, passionate and a true spartan (malamang.). you need a lot of self-confidence for that (it probably helps that he's a king and he has a body to die for... pahawak lang ng pandesal man.), and this faith or belief that what you're doing is right. my golly, he takes on a million men (more like 20,000-200,000, as the real battle of Thermopylae's statistics would suggest) with only 300 of his Spartan soldiers! okay, as history would show, there were like, 2,000 more from other Greek tribes that helped defend the Hot Gates (as Thermplyae Pass was called... it was a very narrow valley, thus the effectiveness of just a few men), but those 2,000 ran when they got out flanked. Spartans were willing to die in battle! can i do that?
perhaps this is the reason why i'm so looking forward to 300. apart from the visually-stunning images, a musical score that kicks ass, well played performances by European actors (gerry butler, lena headey and other names... butler is Scottish while headey is english. iba talaga europeans and their thespic pursuits. however the question on my mind is this: can a commercial film such as this [that was based from a graphic novel] earn oscar nods? sana pare) and one of the greatest war stories ever told, 300 seems to offer an archetype of what men were before and the reason why women succumbed to the men's barbaric wishes and such:
they managed to look cool while wearing funky loincloths. you can't really say no to that man.
but again, to be serious, i am looking forward to this film because of many strong reasons, but this image of manhood attracts me. i know i probably wouldn't be able to do stuff they do (they were trained since they were what... 3? it's a different culture. but the focus and faith remains nonetheless) because that type of glory seems daunting. a certain amount of discipline is required that i could never grasp... those fuckers define the term dedication man. i don't think that the image of a true Spartan will suit me.
would probably trade my curiosity for that body though. geez i'm getting fat.
***
i recently drove the car under my parents permission from makati to the airport to pick up dad from his Cagayan de Oro trip. i did it again last Saturday, from Alabang to our house because dad wanted to sleep (which he never got around to doing since he kept telling me what to do while i was driving).
the old people or "gurangs" (term of endearment) have unbelievably enough, trusted me with driving duties. i feel myself maturing as i type. now all i need is an actual license (internalizing the notion that i have one doesn't make it real... too much entablado there mate) and i'm gonna be the errand boy: groceries, sundo, hatid, taga-park, taga-linis, etc. i'm actually looking forward to it. there's a sense of taking on responsibilities there that i have been craving for since... well, since i became errand boy and bought groceries from sta. lucia while commuting. and yes, cleaning the car. but that's more of a chore than a responsibility so scratch that.
however, i bet you that after 3 months of that crap i'm gonna be grumpy about that shit. redundant? whatever.
****
people have been badgering me to put some life into my multiply account. you have to understand that i only made that account to view my sister's site and get the fugue video from some girl who uploaded it on her multiply site. that's it.
pero sige, bata pa ako at pwede pang magpa peer pressure; i am currently spicing up my multiply site. belat. bago na namang internet addiction ito. weird since it had been a while since i posted something here. hindi naman dahil sa busy ako (although that is a legit reason: school, sidelines, enta play and helping danes graduate have cut my online time.) pero hindi ko na feel mag blog. nhux. drama. my writing has suffered though and i am really looking forward to a rebirth of sorts. thus the long post.
***
si sinag ay nasa bahay muli. he's my (our: danes is a co-parent) cat. he's 5 months i think and is a very weird cat. he likes to sleep on my bed and curl in my head. not hair. head. and he'd knead my chest when he sleeps on top of me. which is really fucked up because he has sharp claws and i have thin shirts when i sleep (sometimes no shirt at all. hello ladies. welcome to your nightmare) so... scars run rampant in my torso region. he also plays rough, so my hands, arms and feet have bite marks and scars from his claws. i am often isolated in jeepney rides because i think people see me as a guy who cuts himself to feel the rush. i see them looking at me, with my mangled hair (after shower hair for a kulot guy is fun. but not for a kulot guy with long har... it takes a while to dry so you can't really tie your hair. so i leave it hanging during jeepney rides. a portion gets dry and starts "fluffing" while a portion is still wet [usually the inside hair... i have levels in my hair... like, floors or layers. what the f man], so i still can't tie it. imagine that: a kid with adik hair who looks japanese but is moreno and has scars in his hands and arms. i haven't even counted the fact that my fashion sense reflects emo-like tendencies and/or 80's bad choices along with hippie-dom dreams. confused? so am i kid... so am i.) and add in my cuts: damn, a sight of pure massacre man. by the way, that must've been the longest parenthetic side comment in history.
***
i'm trying to make a short story that is only a sentence long but has an entire parenthesis to serve as the body. smart? malamang hindi. but ganun ako eh. hindi smart. bwahahahaha natawa ako sa sarili kong joke. ang pangit. may comedic pause pa talaga habang tina-type ko yun.
***
can i make regular posts? ewan. may multiply pa eh. hahahahahahaha pero sana. hindi nga naman ako Spartan: being laconic has never been my specialty.