I was four-years old when the Eraserheads first came out and I didn’t start listening to them until my brother brought home a copy of Cutterpillow. Ten is too young an age to appreciate and fall in love with an odd-sounding quartet whose songs were nothing I could relate to, but Ang Huling El Bimbo captured my pre-adolescent heart.
Getting to the Eraserheards reunion concert last Saturday turned into an almost-epic adventure for Drew and I and save for a few bumps (like Drew losing his phone right when the band opened with Alapaap and my having to wrestle with a hundred people for water), it was a remarkable experience. There have been enough complaints written about how badly produced the event was; Ticketworld clearly misled us with the map of the venue they posted on the site, as there was no mention of VIP and SVIP sections. I’m sorry if I expected to get more out of the 1,300 I shelled out, really, but never the mind. It was enough to see hear live for the last time (but let’s hope not) a band whose music greatly made up the soundtrack of our formative years.
I really wish I could post some badass pictures from that night, but I have none. Instead, I shall show you how just how far (away from the stage) my monies could get me:
I’d post the video clips I took but they’re all very Blair Witch Project, seeing that I couldn’t stop swaying, shrieking, singing, and jumping up and down.
The good news is, Sam Milby’s not in it (rumor had it he was going to play Nate Archibald’s role). The bad news is, the Philippine version of Gossip Girl is *here* and as expected, it’s a bucket of lulz. It’s tacky, it’s stupid, it’s pretentious, it’s ugly, it’s hokie, the boys look like douches, the accents (aka attempts at sounding rich) are horrible, most of the cast can’t act, and it fails. Miserably.
Seriously, watch this teaser (LOL at the narrator’s bad inflection, especially when she says “the younger generation”. Why so perky?):
Notice how they’re all “I’m rich I’m rich I’m awesome because I’m rich, even though my clothes look like the cheap shit you get in Divisoria I’m rich and I’m powerful and popular but I’m very sad, too, because I’m a teen and I have real problems oh and hey look! I HAS A GUN! YEY! Lemme wave it around for you while I talk about how rich and awesome and powerful I am!”
Are you freakin’ kidding me. Do you see that kind of bullshit and stereotyping in Gossip Girl? Of course not. Why? Because it’s cheap behavior. And maybe this joke of a TV show (Lipgloss) shouldn’t be compared to the real McCoy (Gossip Girl) because it’s not an exact adaptation, but it’s kind of hard not to when there are so many obvious similarities in the plot and the characters. I don’t know what I just said but I think what I’m trying to say is that this spin off is disgusting (can’t think of another word) and riding on GG’s popularity. God, the thought of it alone gives me goosebumps of horror. I mean, SERIOUSLY?! Can you imagine just how dumb and vapid each train wreck of an episode is going to be???
And who the heck names their kid Julivee?
Pilot (which aired yesterday) preview:
Face of the First School Day? With a trophy and flowers and a public awarding? Really? Really??? I bet my ass that my idiot cat, Bobby, who catatonically stares at walls and the floor for hours can pen a better show than this.
I mean, there is nothing exceptional about Gossip Girl to begin with. I watch it for the pretty people and Chuck Bass (my GG episodes take up around 5 gigs of my hard drive). People love the show because, while it has nothing substantial to contribute to the betterment of the world and society (unless Ed Westwick takes off his shirt, which I am crossing my fingers for), we want to be them. I seriously can’t think of anyone who’d want to be an Abby (who calls herself a second generation showbiz brat, whatever the heck that is. She’s pretty, though) or a Meg (who seems really really lame and can’t speak properly).
You could easily say that, like music (and apparently, men. And books. And oh, everything else in life), I don’t have the best taste in movies. In fact, my preferences border on crappy and just plain bad. My all-time favorite movie? Alien Versus Predator. PART 2. My all-time favorite band? Linkin Park. My all-time favorite book? Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, of course!*
Now since I’m all for self-improvement and betterment and stuff, I’ve made it my current (and probably short-lived) mission to make myself not cine-stupid. What better way to carry out this plan than to turn to the internets and milk this what-a-technologies! for all its worth? Hello, torrent sites, welcome me. My download list for this month (bolded are completed downloads):
Across the Universe
Be Kind Rewind
Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead
Cloverfield
Dainipponjin Desperadas
Fanboys
Horton Hears a Who!
In Bloom
Into the Wild Lars and The Real Girl
Lust, Caution
Margot at the Wedding
Once
Snakes On A Plane
The Babysitters The Other Boleyn Girl
The Savages Young People Fucking
The problem with me is that I have the attention span of a doorknob and unless there is absolutely nothing else to do, I can’t ever stay put and devote my full attention to a movie. This is why I dislike watching in theaters because that’s two hours of me chained to a seat (and without a cigarette). Watching at home isn’t so bad, except it takes me hours to finish one movie. True story: it took me four hours to watch Talladega Nights (I kept on pausing to do other things, like the laundry and cook) and it took six hours for Teeth (I kept pausing to Plurk about how boring and horrible it was and to read up on mortgage lenders).
So yes. Wish me luck that I actually find the time and the will to watch all these movies I’ve downloaded.
*Please don’t take me seriously. While I liked AVP2 (if only because I loved the first one), my favorite movie is Chasing Amy. And 2046. And Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo+Juliet. And Almost Famous. My favorite band would be Hanson and my all-time favorite book (after much deliberation and for purely decadent reasons) would be Jacqueline Susann’s Valley of the Dolls. Kthx.
Over a year after being canceled, I finally got around to watching the last ten episodes of Veronica Mars’ final season. Quite honestly, the show has left me feeling like a mopey kid— I actually teared up when Albert Hammond’s It Never Rains In Southern California played as Veronica walked away in the rain and the scene faded out (naturally, my hatred for the CW was rekindled. Fangirls never get over these things, really).
But what ultimately crushed my heart is seeing Logan and Veronica dating other people (and Parker and Piz, of all people! Parker reminded me too much of Meg Manning and Piz is just so bland and boring. Emotional bad boys over music elitist slash radio geeks any day, please) and not getting back together. There is no love more epic than my favorite TV supercouple’s— it was the kind of love I once coveted— and it’s just not right that it had to end that way. It would be silly and futile to rant about that, though, so I leave you with two video clips.
Their first kiss (I still tear up and get giddy):
Veronica and Piz kiss at a party Logan threw for Parker (my heart, it stopped):
It dawned on me today that I haven’t been reading much lately. In fact and to be exact, I haven’t read a single book AT ALL since I moved in with my folks last March. Instead of beating myself up over this absolutely unforgivable disservice to my brain or coming up with a handful of excuses as to why I’ve devolved into some airhead who thinks Mitch Albom’s The Five Five People You Meet In Heaven is the apex of literature (for the record: I don’t), I decided to just grab Catherine Liu’s Oriental Girls Desire Romance (which I began reading months ago), curl up in bed, and devote the next couple of hours to reading.
Uh-oh. No coffee. More importantly, no cigarettes. It may seem silly to you— and this is the part of me I’d love to see led out behind the barn one night and shot— but I’ve been conditioned to only be able to work properly when I have a constant supply of caffeine and nicotine coursing through my, uh, veins (alcohol helps a whole lot, too, sometimes). Sure, reading non-fiction doesn’t really count as “work”, especially when there is no book review to be written afterwards; but reading requires brain activity and some level of reflection and rumination. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I am even more stupid without my socially-accepted drugs.
Book in hand, I left my room and plopped down on the couch beside my mom. That proved to not be the brightest of ideas because as soon as I sat down and folded my legs beneath me, Pinoy Big Brother Teens came on and my mom told me to go online and vote for this dude.
My face, it went like this: -_-
Things that kept me from getting any actual reading done:
2. Pinoy Big Brother Teens and how the more I try to wrap my head around it, the more hopeless the general Filipino public seems to me.
3. Finding a place. Here’s the deal: I live ridiculously far from the city and three months of _this_ is really all I can take. The plan is for my older brother and I to get a place together near his school. I gave my mom our options: a 2-bedroom unit in Cubao, Anonas, Sikatuna Village, or Katipunan/Loyola Heights (I really really want to move back to my comfort zone).
Currently, I am going through the ads on Buy and Sell Philippines and Sulit.Com.Ph and while this isn’t exactly torture (I actually like e-hunting for apartments), I am quite the frustrated kitty. Is it truly possible to not be able to google a place/address? More importantly, do I really want to live in a street, area, or building that cannot be found on Wikimaps?
Sad kitty eats Oreo cookie now:
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Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. More?
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
