Piracy in Philippine Movies

No, we're not talking about Edu Manzano and his Don Quixote antics with the endless horde of VCD/DVD vendors. We're talking about the very people who are condoning piracy committing the very same crimes they're bitching about.

Case in point: Ang Titser Kong Pogi starring Ramon Revilla Jr. and Sunshine Cruz. Here's the summary: Joey Perez a policeman goes to Subic as a Kindergarten teacher to secretly investigate the case where he was framed up. He becomes attached to Cynthia, a co-teacher and Jimbo, his student--- both relatives of his suspects.

Argument: The movie is a blatant ripoff of Kindergarten Cop starring Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger. Here's the summary: John Kimble a policeman goes to Astoria as a Kindergarten teacher to secretly find a drug dealer. He becomes attached to Joyce, a co-teacher and Dominic -- both relatives of his target.

As if copying the idea and the format of the movie wasn't enough, even the scenes were copied. If you have both movies in store (dont ask me why on earth you would have them) check the part where the drug lord's kid climbs a communications tower to escape thugs trying to catch him at the climax of the movie. Even the camera angles are the same.

The film gets so bad, I don't even have to mention how bad Revilla's acting gets when he tries comedy to make "Ang Titser Kong Pogi" tumor-inducing bad.

And you might think, well, you know, back then, we didn't have a lot of Filipinos who didn't watch lower budgeted American movies about governors from the future so it's excusable to do a parody/piracy. And besides, Americans do it to with hollywood films. Lake House, Vanilla Sky, The Ring were based on Mexican and Asian films. Right?

Right.

But there, they actually "bought" the rights, as seen in credits. I checked "Ang Titser Kong Pogi" and found none of that shit. Can you say "common crook"? I can. With bold letters.

You'd think, well this happened in the past. We got better writers now. Well, no. It's still happening. Next case in point? Say That You Love Me starring Jennelyn Mercado and that douche she always hangs out with whose name I cant remember.

Argument: Say That You Love Me is a blatant ripoff of what could arguable be one of the most famous Korean films in the international market: My Sassy Girl. Clues? Check for the part where the guy says "10 things you have to know about the girl I'm trying to bone". Those werent the exact words on either film but I believe it's all just lost in translation. Next bit is the pink shirt that serves as a McGuffin, but gets copied anyway. Then there's the very character of the "sassy girl" who tries to impose her will over the guy. It's like My Sassy Girl with everybody involved either high, on Ritalin, or just clinically depressed. Bad movie. BAD MOVIE!

Next case in point? Moments of Love. Watch "The Radio" in Arirang. Same pattern of ripping off. Again, there's no mention of the original movie in the credits. Maybe you'll start thinking twice about what screenplay writers in GMA actually do with their time (both Moments of Love and Say That You Love Me were made by the same set of crooks). I'm imagining these are the kids who tend to copy their seatmate's name during examinations due to sheer retardation.

Does it stop there? Hell no. Ever wondered where the scoring of the favorite movies you watch come from? Chances are it's from some track used on other films abroad. There's this forgettabl movie called "Beautiful Life" starring Gloria Romero and Iya Villania that basically freeloads John Williams's Forrest Gump Suite without ever citing it in the credits. Nevermind that the suite is about as famous as the Star Wars theme for those in the know of the work of Williams.

I'm not saying all Filipino movies are ripoffs. Some of them are original, while a good chunk of them happens to be so bad, they can't possible have come from a sane screenwriter from another country.

It's just sad that we have to outsource something so intrinsic in the film industry: creativity.

And by sad, I mean retarded.

You reap what you sow, videots.

Worst Movie of All Time

( subtitle: Because All Blogs Have to Have A Review)

I was presented with a challenge yesterday. Think of the worst movie ever and write a review about it. Well, I hardly thought it's a challenge. And nobody presented me with it either. It's like I just had to do a review of this film when I remembered it. This movie is like an Armenian kid with a funny smell who stutters and likes to eat glue - it'd be a crime against humanity if you didn't make fun of him/it when the situation is just begging for otherwise.

Without further ado, here's my review of Philippine Cinema's WORST MOVIE OF ALL TIME: Yamashita: The Tiger's Treasure.

I tried to like this movie. I really did. When it came out on the cinema, I wanted to watch this over Cesar "pussy soldier" Montano's Bagong Buwan (Our soldiers fighting in Mindanao arent homosexually inclined pussies. Montano's depiction is just wrong.) because hey, World War 2 themes can't go wrong.

But then again, 5 minutes into the film, I found myself wanting to shoot the projector, shoot Chito Roño the director, and then finally shoot myself in the head for being stupid enough to expect something better.

I've enlisted the things that you may want to observe when watching this film (because story-progressive reviewing will make this article even longer than the scripts of the main characters combined)

- The story begins with a diary. It's a diary - a personal recollection. Lolo Melo's (the old douche in the story who claims to know the treasure's location) is so f'ing detailed, you could have reconstructed the whole pacific theater of war using the diary's specifications.

- Cue in the ex-lovebirds Camille Pratts and Danilo Barios. Ex lovers. Interesting premise. Unfortunately it doesnt get any further than 10 minutes into the film before the director decides theyve elaborated enough. The conflict of their relationship never gets resolved and nobody talks about it anymore than they talk about scandals about priests (begging for a sequel? more like begging for a salvage killing)

- The unifying bond between the grandfather and his grandchild is playing the harmonica. None of them could play the damn thing properly. I've seen Kitchie Nadal faking playing the guitar better than the two (and she sucks bad, so that's saying much already)

- The "pearl harbor" raid depicted on the film is just shit wrong. The reason why planes flew low in Pearl Harbor is because the water was too shallow for torpedos to be dropped from a high place. They bombed an airfield in Yamashita. Why did the Japanese have to use the same technique? Because it "looked good"? At this point I realized they created a film about a war without anybody knowing a trace about the war in the pacific. (And the douchebags behind the film had the audacity to dedicate this to the veterans they never consulted)

- The film features a car chase - a landmark in Filipino Action film. They do a chase in EDSA(flyover and shit) and if you take a look outside the car window, the chase looks like it's happening in Matrix-style bullet time (like 10kmph, slower than your average tricycle ride) Strangely enough, they end up somewhere in Tondo moments later, a good 10 km away from EDSA. I've seen action scenes in Sineskwela done better.

- After the car chase the gang of Danilo get captured anyway. They board a boat to the treasure island. Surprisingly enough, they had time to change clothes (WTF) before going to the ship.

- The Yamashita treasures are anything but realistic. Asian gold are labled with english writings. I think they used Gold Coin Chocolates here too. If I were Danilo and my grandpa would say this is the treasure he was talking about, I'd slap him and send him to the home for the aged to be put down like a sick animal ASAP.

- The treasure cave collapses at the end of the movie, during which the villain suddenly decides to have a change of heart and help the good guys out. Where that came from, or what his motivation was - I have no idea. He was 100% evil throughout the film.

- Scenes are skippy as hell, with no transitions or scenic cohesions whatesoever. One moment they're talking in the house and the next thing you know, they're being chased in a mountainside. I thought I was blacking out and skipping scenes while watching this movie.

- The dubbing and foley sucks, you'd think somebody filmed the actual film in the theater and sold it as a pirated CD, and then made it into a film again - which in turn became the final product. The voice doesnt match the mouth movements and the explosion sound effects are almost a second delayed. (and then they'd call it digitally mastered. More like masturbated on. Really.)

- Danilo Barios can't act, period. Adding Camille Pratts into the mix won't make things better. And even if they did know how to act, the one-line, one-worders they keep on uttering throughout the film wouldnt be enough to make any effort stand out. Tip: "Dad!" "Lolo!" "Wag!" arent Oscar winning lines.

This movie proves that you can give as much budgeting to a bunch of clueless toads all you want but you still cant get a good movie without common sense (note: When this was made, it has the most expensive production cost in Philippine Cinema History). It goes on to lead me to thinking Chito Roño is an overhyped cocksucker who's too full of himself to actually make a decent film.

And to prove once and for all that we have the worst commercial movie industry in the world, this film won the following awards in the Metro Manila Film Festival it participated in:

Best Picture, Best Story, Best Editing, Best Screenplay, and Best Cinematography Award

I rest my case.

Blessings from A Girl's Diary

I recently wrote a fairly short story about a girl's diary. I co-wrote it with my friend Riina with help from her friend Val, who to my understanding, is already a legend among internet writers. As I had written it in a girl's perspective and I am anything but a girl, I wasn't really expecting much from it.

Then one day, I got a message from a reader on a website where I posted a similar copy of the story (with the Ragnarok Online terms replaced with real-life stuff)

In the message, a guy was thanking me for convincing him through this story to open up to the girl he liked and then actually quoted this story (LOL I hope he didn't forget the typos) while confessing. Long story short, he got the girl and wanted to thank me for it.

I thanked him in return and told him that true inspiration comes from the heart and that my story could be just another story. I knew he already wanted to confess to that girl and was just looking for a more solid sign - something he found in my story.

It was heartwarming and flattering at the same time. It's this kind of message that makes writing drama/romance stories worth the risk of being mistaken for a female writer - a common woe of the anonymous romance writer online.

How people accepted this story reminds me of why we keep on writing online in the first place. Sure, one can argue that I want to better my skills. Or maybe you can even hear writers who publish their work online saying they're doing it for themselves and they dont care what other people think about it. But that's not all truth.

Truth is, we want to be heard. We may not care what other think of our work, but no writer would not want to see people thinking of thier work. Writing is a form of communication afterall, and nothing satisfies better than getting message across (whatever message it is)

All that, even at the cost of a gender/status bending scenario. Half of the readers in fanfiction.net actually think redkinoko is female. I've already clarified this before but the messages just wont stop coming. *sigh*

To end this post, I would like to quote a good e-friend Kai from fanfiction.net to demonstrate what power a rather convincing story can do to a reader's perception of the author:

omg! this story is the best i have read in a long time! the plot is really expectable [sic], the diary format and the way its written is really good! Rock on! you didnt die did you?

I rest my case.

Workout That Saves Lives

(alternate title: Workout That Saves Lives, literally.)

Remember my previous post where I said the Japanese people think of the craziest things? Well apparently apart from that, occassionally they come up with an idea so crazy, there's actually the remotest, darndest chance that it'll work. Case in point:

http://www.nervevideo.com/viralvideo/008/video.aspx?videoitemId=5

It's workout that saves lives. Literally. What better to do than work those excess fats off while learning some life saving English on the side?

The effectivity of the phrases taught by the video, however, remains debatable. "Take anything you want" isnt exactly what I would say to somebody who's trying to rob me, specially if he looks like the type who might have different interpretations for it, like say "rape me, I dont mind".

"I was robbed by two men," when the "two" isn't always fixed can be a problem as well, but after being robbed by somebody who looks like he could pass for Michael Moore's body double, that should be the least of her worries - specially if the cop she's talking to looks like a hired stripper for some shower party, complete with the sleezy scotland yard accent.

The video ends with Smeagol, or rather a man that looks like Smeagol explaining the purpose of the exercise. I didn't undrestand what he said, but by self reflection, I'd say he was saying "When mugged, it really helps if you're speaking in a language that can be understood by the criminals, because hey, we dont want to make a bad impression on them."

I also love the background music while the girl is being mugged. It's relaxing tunes give an elevatorish feel to the whole thing, stressing the danger of the situation. And by stressing, I mean completely downplaying.

I was half expecting the video to turn into the low quality porn skit I expected it to be, but alas the Japanese have pulled another one on me.

Please spare me my life.

Bad Start

What's your worst date ever? I remember having this setup date almost four years ago. After being convinced by my friend Riina to actually go out with me, this "friend of a friend" girl SMS'ed me on night askeding to meet up with her to hangout on a saturday morning in Megamall. Since I was not really doing anything at that time other than whoring up Ragnarok Online, I agreed.

The date time was around the opening time of Megamall. I know, I know it sounds stupid to date so early . I'll clear that up later. Anyway, 4am that same day, I was still playing Ragnarok Online - at least until I heard the first trip of the LRT outside my window. I decided to take a short nappie before readying up for the date - not that I had a choice,if I didn't I would have fallen asleep on my date.

I woke up later that day with a dozen missed calls and four SMS messages on my phone. By later, I mean three something in the afternoon. Considering that as a first date, I'd say it's a really bad start.

I apologized and setup another date two weeks later. She was civil enough to agree. At least until the day itself when she was the one this time who stood me up because she had a "really important thing going on" . She told me that the standup was completely coincidental but later on admitted that it was partly for getting back at me.

Too bad for her I was really planning to make it up for her by treating her to a really fancy resto that I knew was her favorite (I coerced Riina in telling me) - with reservations. Well not really formal reservations, just advanced notice to the seating manager.

You can tell at this point there was no real progress regarding things. So finally, I thought, what the hell, the girl who set us up must have had high hopes for this thing and it'd be a waste to disappoint her. So I called up the elusive date and said "Bad start huh? Why dont we try this again. Tomorrow morning, Megamall."

She again said "okay" but I wasn't expecting much from it.

Venue? Skating rink. Perfect, I thought. I could go teach her how to ice skate and it'll probably keep us occupied.

Well that plan failed too.

She was already inside when I met her. Well at least we finally met up, with only the safety fence between us. I got in, hopped into a pair of tight-as-hell skates that are duller than flatirons and went (translation: wobbled like a lame duck) to where she was.

Good grief. She was the best skater I've seen in my life. I haven't had a plan more thrashed out than the teach-her-how-to-skate plan up to now. I somehow made it up by feigning it was me who didn't know anything about ice skating (and if I really did know something, it was far less than her mastery). Turn's out she teaches almost as good as she makes comments of how much of a lame duck I look like when skating.

The date turned out to be fun for both of us though and that day was followed by a lot more sessions and cancelled sessions ( I swear, if we had something trully in common, it'd be standing up dates) And though things didn't work out for both of us, I still consider her as a very close friend (I wont go into details) and she knows damn well that our first days out were really exceptionally crappy.

Moral lesson? If you have a plan, stick to the plan. If the plan doesnt work out, have a backup available. If you cant satisfy both at the same time, don't even bother planning.

Also, fuck, don't wear really really small ice skates, specially if you have size 11 feet.

And then there were tears

I live near a well-known university. I live so near it, I sometimes wake up to the morning bell (sometimes, the Angelus - the 6pm Angelus) . That also means that despite me being out of school already for quite some time now, I can still observe student behavioral patterns the way I observe mold growing out of stale bread.

I was on my way home today when I encountered a girl crying, surrounded by friends who look like cannibals going to a tearjerking dinner. Now, a college girl crying can be caused by a million possible things, half of them can be found in the student registry under the gender 'M'.

This post is going to be about what I overheard as I walked past the girl. I heard three words:

"I failed PSYCH"

I found myself remembering the good old college days. Back then, there's no other day more entertaining than Course Card distribution day. It's like the whole school turns into a CHINOVELA/MEXICANOVELA bonanza, with Maria del Bobo and Dao Ming Zeropointzero crying left and right at every corner. Justice gets handed out in a number even the dumbest can understand.

0.0, you fail at life - intellectual justice has been served. I guess that's the worst thing you can become: stupid enough to fail a subject but just smart enough to realize you've bombed it.

If I was given liberty to do so, I'd declary every CCard day a holiday. It'd call it "All Stupid's Day" for it is the only day of the year where everybody come to mourn the stupid side of mankind.

Seriously. There's so much crying inside the campus every distribution day, you'd think the black death of ignorance passed through and killed off every first abnormal kid in class.

Well more like 10-20% of every class.

The bottom ones.

I mean why are they crying? I've failed a subject before. I dont know everything about failing but I do know one thing about it:

IT DOESNT HAPPEN OVERNIGHT.

Don't act like somebody snatched your passing grade out of your pocket on your way to school. It doesn't work that way. You skipped those classes. You bombed that last formal paper. You failed to answer the questions. Why the fuck are you surprised and teary eyed when your teacher hands your eggs to you? (read: 0.0) You copulated with the chicken, expect the eggs.

It's like a teenage mom, 9 months pregnant, in the delivery room screaming "HOW CAN I BE PREGNANT?" I've heard of delayed reaction, but this is like having a new timezone for stupidity that goes months behind actual time.

As for the girl who I saw earlier, she failed Psychology - a generic subject that has 60% passing. I cant even narrate to you how hard it is for a normal student to fail that subject. Unless you have excess chromosomes, a predisposition to take teachers hostages for no reason at all, or 6 children waiting for you to bring home the bacon, I can't think of other reasons to fail. Even varsity basketball players pass that subject - and they dont even know how to read!

Thinking positively though, least she's not as delayed in her reaction as the rest of the celebrants of All Stupid's Day. Course cards arent due till next week.

Talk about anticipatory anxiety.

Fast Food, Fastards

I was a victim of a crime just now. I'd say it's a hate crime because I don't see any reason why that person could've done it to me other than hating me with absolute sadism in mind.

A friend and I went to a nearby Wendy's to have my lunch today and not surprisingly enough, there was a line queue of 5 people for each cashier. I fell in line and somebody took the orders in advance for faster serving. All is well, I thought. Four people in front of me. Then three. Then two.

And then there was one.

The lady went to the counter and gave her advanced order form. Cashier punched in her order and then when she was already about to pay, she saw the order of some guy from another counter and pointed at it saying "I changed my mind, I think I want that."

This lady spent a good 5-10 minutes staring at nothing but the main menu while in line and she decides to choose just now? But we can change our minds, I said to myself. The cashier had to reset the transaction by calling in a manager and prepare the new order set. So I waited. And waited. And waited, I could have sworn I heard God saying "If this lady makes people wait any longer, we're going to have to reschedule Armageddon."

Then she started picking out the contents of the her order like she's disecting a frog from a highschool experiment. I swear if killing people didnt make me lose my appetite, I'd be drenched in blood right now. And here was what she said:

lady: "Oh what are those things?"
cashier: "Macaroni Salad, ma'am"
lady: "What are the ingredients?"

What are the ingredients? Who the hell goes to a fastfood outlet and asks what's inside their food? This isn't Iron Chef, bitch. If I'm not mistaken, the ingredients aren't different from other food items in the menu. Take your food and MOVE.

Meanwhile, I'm behind her, slowly withering away because of hunger. I feel like I'm being slowly murdered by this lady. As a matter of fact, she took enough time away from my life to call it partial murder. There should be punishment for things like this. There are motorist laws that prohibit and punish offenders for obstructing traffic. And nobody even dies of hunger if you obstruct traffic. Sn this case, I move that the punishment should be more grave.

Which part of "fastfood" does she not understand? She's no different from those carrot-brains in the mall that like to stand in front of the escalator and start deciding where they want to go to right then and there.

I won't make this long because I know you hate to wait too. She finally finished picking off her food's contents one by one, she finally prepared to pay. With the indignation of a monkey set free in the wild she said in one breath:

"Got change for 1000?"

The cashier suffered a stroke right then and there.

Just kidding.

Maybe she just fainted.

Eitherway I had to transfer to another cashier. There is no justice in this world.

Real Men Swallow

How many times have you, in your childhood, been scolded for trying to swallow gum? A handful, I suppose. There are more terror stories about people who swallow gum than stories about people having a successful job after graduating as "game designers". And for this reason, we all grow up with an engraved fear of accidentally swallowing gum.

Well tell you what, I'm more badass than you. I swallow gum. And not "by accident" like you pussies. I swallow it just to show you how kick ass I am. I remember one time, I was faced with a bunch of rabid ninjas. I took out a stick of gum, chewed it and swallowed the gum. Those pussies couldn't contain their terror as they fled and turned into a bunch of sissies.

Last time I heard, they're called The Pussy Cat Dolls now.

That's right. Real men hold it in - piss, beer, and gum (doesnt matter).

Scared that the gum will go to your lungs or it will block your intestines or it will stick to your stomach or it will form into a huge bubble and lift you to heaven? I'm not. I'm hardcore.

HAAAARDCOOORE!

Is it just me or am I the only one finding something seriously wrong with a society that thinks it's okay to stick a two inch rod through your navel and drink lots of antibiotics just to get it pierced but swallowing a piece of gum that gets moved with your daily crap is overtheedge danger?

That's right, cavemen and cavewomen of modern society. Gum does NOT stick to any part of your body if you dont stick it to your hair. There is no known case of anybody ever getting gastrointestinal damage from having swallowed gum in the history of Philippine medicine.

I bet Cynthia Luster swallows gum too. We kick ass. Because playing it dangerous doesnt necessarily mean you have to play it ignorant as well.

And quite frankly, I'd rather be kickass than ignorant. Because here in Public Static, I don't just whine sweeped shit under the rug. I empower you to actually do something about it - so I dont have to.

NOW WHERE'S MY GUM??

Terror Camps

Ever since Sept. 11, 2001 lots of terms have popped out of the boobtube - buzzwords like terrorist networks, terror cells, extremist manifestos and more terror merchandise than the Olsen Twins' combined.

One particular term that got me thinking though is the term "Terror Camp".

What the hell is a "Terror Camp"? Is being fearsome so hard to do now in a society that pays the cinemas to get scared, where it's normal to look ugly straight in the eye and say "wow man, nice emo glasses" without flinching? Is the situation that bad for people to actually have to earn a bachelors degree just to be able to inflict fear on others?

If ever there is indeed one, and I'm for the say of argument, part of it, I'd feel being certified for stupidity. And that's NOT going to look good in my curriculum vitae.

And why are Terror Camps in the middle of the fucking desert with nothing but mudhuts and where it's always daylight? The scariest thing you can find there is a camel in heat with no mate in sight. What's so terrorizing about that? I think a better terror camp would be inside an old cobwebby castle somewhere in Transylvania. Because, shit, if somebody told me he's from Transylvania, freaking me out would be so much easier.

And have you seen these camps whenever theyre being televised? It's always one of two things. People standing out in the sun screaming incoherent shit (cant blame them, I'd scream like a jungle man too if you force me out in the heat) or people climbing jungle gyms like it's always recess. Where are the classrooms? You'd think they'd have at least decent facilities. No, theyre just out in the sun. I'm no expert in education but I think being baked dry under the sun while trying to learn shit isn't going to be effective.

I can imagine a terror camp like any other school, except with a more fear-centered learning system. Like, for example, there'd be metal detectors in the entrance gates of the schools - the same ones they have in the ghetto skoolz of the US of A, except that if they see you dont have any gum and guns, school admin will actually give you some (or ask your parents to buy them for you) for safety. Because remember kids, you're no safer in a school that outlaws and confiscates guns if one schmuck security guy let pass a crazy white kid with a rifle. Better be prepared - pack your own heat.

Then you go to class. Oh shit. The class. I can almost imagine how it'll go if some guy with common sense enters the place.

Teacher: Okay, children. Today we will be reviewing the topic "Blowing yourself up in with semtex to die a martyr and have sex with seventy virgins in heaven."

Billy: What's a virgin?

Teacher: *looks around* We'll be saving that for another day. Anyway, where do we strap the explosives again?

Billy: To our abdomen!

Mark: What the fuck. Why the fuck do you have to do that?

Teacher: Oh yeah, class, I'd like to introduce you to Mark, he's from the Philippines and he's new. Also he doesn't have a moustache so treat him like a special kid.

Mark: I'm just seven.

*long silence*

Teacher: *cough*freak*cough* Now back to the topic. Right, you are Billy! We use our abdomen.

Mark: I don't get it. Why don't we just leave the bomb someplace so we can live to see another day?

Billy: By Osama, he IS special.

Teacher: Sigh. Mark, that kind of thinking is dangerous. It's going to get people killed.

Mark: (isn't that what we're trying to do?) Now I don't know what's richer around here. Oil deposits or stupidity.

Teacher: I'll pretend I didn't hear that. If you don't put the bomb in your chest or abdomen, how do you think will the bomb get to the destination? Maybe we can make bombs that can walk! Hahahahahaha!

Mark: Or you can just carry it to wherever you want it to explode and leave it there.
*long silence*

Teacher: You're an infidel.

Mark: And you're retarded.

How the hard the fuck is it to be criminal? We have people ending up going to jail without them even realizing what theyre doing. Why the hell do we have to train for something as simply accidental as having babies?

What's worse is that they can't even get their shit right. There's a reason why bombs have timers idiots! It's so that you dont die with the explosion! I think we're all being bin laddened by stupid here.

The reason why terrorism is not effective is that we're employing the dumbest teaching techniques. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but one thing is for certain - even bad guys aren't excempted from dealing with dimwits.

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Blast From The Past Entry

While Google Cache hunting* earlier, I actually found an old entry I posted in a public journal some two years before I started blogging. I found myself smiling in a weird way after reading it. I said to myself "So that's how it feels reading my shit!" Read the whole thing and find out why.

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April 4, 2004 04:05 PM (GMT)

Life never turns out the way you expect it.

At the start of everything, you lay out things and expectations that you want to see and do. But in the end, after one an endless plethora of compromisation, you end up with something that you didnt want in the first place. And then you just suck it all up, give your pat in the back and say: "Nice work, Jet. It might not be what you had intended it to be, but it's all good."

I think that just sucks. That's nothing more than rationalizing, sourgraping. But I do it anyway; You do it anyway; We all do it even if we know it bites more than life itself. Coz making yourself content with what you got sure beats doing the whole thing over again.

And so now I eat pasta with charcoal-flavoured sauce.

Days since umalis si Riina : 8
Days since bulok ang Ragnaboards : 7
Days since sumabog ung main pipe line sa CR : 0.5 (ay, kanina lang pala un)

Quote for the day:
"If you dont go to other people's funerals, they wont go to yours."
What has that got to do with anything? Thats the best part. NOTHING!

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A few days after that I think, I started writing what would be labeled as my defining story - Four Seasons. You can pretty much guess why I felt like writing it. (and no, it wasn't the burnt up spaghetti)

More historical posts tomorrow.