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Horror movies

Okay.

I and a couple of friends at work wanted to laugh after a busy morning shift so we went out to see Mirror, a horror movie. Then just last night on tv, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Hilarious? Yes, they were quite. You see most horror flicks have this usual thing in common. Lead actors are constantly curious however convincingly petrified they are. And they almost always end up the last one alive in spite of their ever clumsy, polio-like infected legs whenever they run away from the villain. They don’t die because that would be the supporting actors’ job.  Cool.

Lead: huh what was that? (opens the door.. crreeeekkk)

Supporting: let’s get out of here… (scared stiff)

Lead: (acts horrified..) come on now, follow me.

Supporting:  no let’s just go home please. (now shaking, breathes heavily )

Narrates: then out of the darkness unknown, a smite on (insert a common, forgettable name for the supporting actor here)’s head  finally ends all his fears…  For in death, no one sees, hears nor feel.

Lead: NOOOOOOOOO!!! (holding his friend’s headless body) I am like, so out of hurrrr!!! boohoohoo. (drops the body on the floor then sprints away – oh and then accidentally trips over his friend’s head.)

2 left feet + really annoying toddler-like curiosity + shit-filled cerebrals = lead actors of horror movies.

Cat’s curiosity killed the dog.

Dear Lord, if all the smart ones end up with no heads at all, then what hope do we have?


October 28, 2008 | 3:10 AM Comments  0 comments

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3 seconds

Morning rounds.

Nurse: Good morning Ms. Santos, how are you today?

Patient: I’m good. Thank you.

3 seconds went by, nurse went back to the room.

Nurse: uh Ms. Santos, I forgot to tell you about…

Patient: *_*

Nurse: Ms. Santos? (palpates carotid pulse)

Patient: ________________________________

Nurse: Oh mah ghaaaddd! CODE BLUE!! CODE BLUUUE!!!

*************

My Nanay was on the computer playing Scrabble one afternoon and I was on the same room just in bed about to begin a 48 hours nap. I closed my eyes for just around 3 seconds and when I opened and looked her way, she was like gone with the furrrigging wind. I mean what the buck!? I didn’t even hear the door or the foot of the chair sliding on the floor or something. Tsk.

Guys, if you’re leaving, make some noise. A simple “hey” or “yo!” would do. Thank you.

Silence doesn’t really mean a thing. It is Nothingness. It shouldn’t really be in the dictionary.


October 28, 2008 | 3:10 AM Comments  0 comments

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black or white

Too long I dared to stare at the light

Where the world’s wolves are out of sight

With blighted eyes I blink to find

Kind, blissful light, you have made me blind

Too long I dared to play with darkness

Where every pain I lost to madness

If I stay would I succumb to your gyrating abyss

Of rage, remorse, and to the Reaper’s kiss?

From then on I stayed in between these hues

Of black and white along pink and blues

Though safe, here I find, gone is my muse

Blind or dead? Now I have to choose.


September 29, 2008 | 12:09 PM Comments  0 comments



1939

I once followed tracks of these ashen snow
Secretly, silently, cautiously, now
Or I’m sure be dead with just one blow
That’s what I know I was only four

Though with fright, with all my might
I beg the truth to come to light
Sir blue eyed armed men, where are my people?
The death chamber they said, you wanna come with, girl?

I ran with the black wind, but it carried no hope
Just echoes of their brutal heehaws, and my people’s ashen souls
Now where is God in this time of evil outpour?
How would I know, I was only four.


September 29, 2008 | 12:09 PM Comments  0 comments



Eheads Concert

No. I did not come.

I never really put an effort, not even a finger’s wit of energy released for a click or two to procure a ticket to the Eheads reunion concert as
sponsored by the multi-billion-worth-carcinogenic-producing Phillip Morris
company. And I don’t smoke. I loathe the idea of offering incense to the
devil himself, and nicotine down my throat. Maybe one of the reasons why cardiovascular diseases is prevalent nowadays even to the early-late 20 of age people - like Buendia? Ironic event. This makes it controversial.

And I had a hunch. Not that I have clairvoyant powers, though
it might be my pessimist side dictating me not to go however insisting a couple
of my friends are (they’ll drive you crazy – it did me) on going to the concert.
I just thought it is not going to push through given the frontman’s health condition. It’ll be postponed, or merely be
cut short. Just exactly what might happen when a traitor disease hits The Ely
Buendia the second time around.  And it
exactly did. (I hope I didn’t jinx it for thinking it.)

I mean it’s the Eraserheads together again on one stage. It’s
just frigging TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.

And I still believe there’s no such thing as too good to be
true, frigging-ly. (ahem sorry for the word). Though, at least their music made
me reconsider changing this thought.

Anyway, to the gods of Pinoy rock, thank you for the music.

To the friendster profile, Eheads gives you alapaap.

Enjoy.


September 2, 2008 | 6:09 AM Comments  0 comments

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