blogging about the twilight saga: new moon

should i say something about the movie? should i reference it to the book from where it has been adapted? should i mock the insipid writer who traded her soul to the sidewalk vendor who sells bland, disgusting squid rings?

should i start ranting about vampire hair care and the longevity of dreadlocks and the possibility of vampire lice? should i wonder how the nosferatus sparkle in direct sunlight like diamonds (which are a girls best friend)?

hmmm...

perhaps i should say something cool about wolves who walk shirtless and buff with their nasty temperaments and easy-going lifestyle. cliff-diving? seriously? can someone offer these guys a shirt?

or maybe i can talk about bella who keeps talking about what an ordeal break ups are. i've been through so many but one whole book about bad break up habits is too much. and turning it into a movie is overcrowding the noah's ark. cliff-diving? seriously?

hmmm... maybe i should say something about the movie and let people know that they cannot afford to buy the film's soundtrack. lets play a game of how many songs can you squeeze in. a change of mood can blurt out a different rhythm; i am surprised that kristen stewart did not sing along the tune. oh i remember, bella currently hates music!

perhaps i should write something inspired by this movie. a torture manual anyone?

peace out!

those sweet inspirations

i normally browse youtube to see upcoming indies and i have found this. i had never had any interest with mainstream pinoy movies but indies are a different story for me. this short cinemalaya ad, the third of three had blown me off my seat. it uninvitedly reaches you to release those obsessions you kept inside and i did. i never have forgotten them to begin with.

watch cinemalaya at ccp this july 17 - 26.

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also, i have peeked at papermills today and i have found the best blog the sight had offered. partly because it was reminiscent of a fellowship we had built and still lingers to open new doors, ideas, and pumping stations. lamplighter i bow at you at this second. bask on it while i temporarily remove myself from the grin.

after watching 7 pounds

Seven days ago...
I had been facing the same computer at the same bed at the same room of the same house. I am growing tired of the same old days that define my week working working working rummaging the symptomatic closet of the wonderful and eerie and monotonous cubao. thank you for calling me everyday every second every handling time spent on aftercall is bliss that is. somehow, coffee circles in my desk make it easier to be diverted.