"this isn't a war, it's an extermination", so says one of the characters in the movie. its really the visuals that saved this film. the ferriers are psychotic, and in the end the invaders died as quickly as they arrived. it was too convenient that all of the main characters survived. i give it 4 stars for the effects, -1 star for the script, and .5 star for being a spielberg movie =)
 

where: Greenbelt 1 Cinema 2
when: Wednesday, 29 June 2005. 09:00 p.m.

my younger brother just got a free digital camera from his time asia magazine subscription. it's nothing fancy really, a milion megapixels says the box and doubles as a webcam too. it's about the size of a thick ballpen, perfect for taking low quality pics and runs on 2 AAA batteries. i tried using it once or twice but the shots came out as crap! i finally gave it up and concluded that the device is cheap, puny, and low tech hehe talk about sour graping.

babs, on the other hand got so into it these past few days that he just can't help but take pictures of every scene, he brings the puny thing with him everywhere - while going shopping, picking up the laundry, or even when taking out the trash.. i must admit, his shots look quite ok though, that camera really hates me a lot or maybe babsy has a future in photography after all. hehe.

i'm back on track with my addiction to sims 2. simply said, i'm spending wee hours of dawn playing that darn game again =) well, i realized that it's better that way than just wasting my time staring at the imaginary stars on my ceiling. so far i've invaded veronaville and twisted the built in romeo and juliet love story, =) i've added 3 universities and i'm now on to my next project, building a multi story dormitory / condo. tsk tsk now this is escapism.

on saturday, i'll be going to gilmore with the beetle to shop for a desktop pc. yey! another sims 2 convert in the making.

tomorrow will be MYMP at the tavern. i'd really love to go but i might have some last minute appointments to follow up..

my roommate just bought a voucher for the scjp, i wish i could be a little less lazy and muster up the guts to get one too.

i have this eating disorder. the *once-you-pop-you-can't-stop* kind of syndrome. i'm trying to control it before i turn into godzilla and eat the entire building. i'm going to start my healthier eating lifestyle tomorrow. wahahaha! procrastination!

gotta go. the real world is waiting. =)

 
 
 
probably the best batman movie to date, dark and realistic. i would have given it 5 stars if not for the weird batman voice hehe
 

where: Greenbelt 1 Cinema 1
when: Sunday, 26 June 2005. 03:20 p.m.

this is all ria's fault =p she's the one who asked me to open the pandora's box looking for emails to prove that she wasn't hallucinating the past hehe. anyway, i found something entirely different.

i must admit i was such an anger ball. and maybe i still am. perhaps that's why people at my first job alienated me. i was a walking ticking time bomb, full of angst and hate and bitterness. i was literally seeing red and fuming mad, all day, everyday, for 2 years. that was my way of coping up with loss - wrath.

on the other hand, i found some nice piece of advice to a friend from way back:

-----Original Message-----
Sent: Wednesday, November 28, 2001 3:10 PM

These are the things we do for love: suffer in silence and wait in vain; give our hearts away..

And what about the happiness? of what was and what has been? or what could never be?keep it. light it up when you're alone. play it back like a phonograph. truly it has gone, and it hurts to remember, but then, hurting is not worst thing in life.. forgetting is.

And what of pain, of sorrow, of bitterness? throw it away like pebbles on the seashore. so you can walk upon it with stronger feet and lighter heart. tomorrow the soles of your shoes will have better wear, and it will hurt to go on walking.. but the journey never stops, and the map of life unfolds endlessly. we shouldn't give up so easily.

And mistakes? there are no mistakes. life has no mistakes. i think it was James Redfield who said that there are no accidents in life. all things are meant to be.. experiences happen because there are lessons to be learned from them. failing to analyze an experience means losing the opportunity to learn from it.. we meet people because they have a message for us. ignoring them means losing the chance to hear that message.

Now what then? what of the future? what of tomorrow? i dont know. and i doubt if anybody else knows too. but you know what? that is where life's beauty is, in having to stand up each time you fall, in having to learn from mistakes, in having to meet the people whom we can totally share ourselves with.. and yes in having to let go..

there is beauty in waking up to a morning that is filled with promises. it is wonderful to know what the next page of the story unfolds.

well, in short, it's not the end of the world. there's life out there, in mars or in pluto maybe =) and im sure everything will turn out right in the end.

and losing? dont worry about losing anything or anyone.

nothing is ever lost..
nothing that cant be found.

-----End of Message-----

Dear God, I want to be healed. Please take away all this anger.

when i was 12 a love bird flew into the window of my room and rested on my desk. i was doing my assignments then and i was surprised by this sudden apparition. at first the avian and i just stared at each other, wondering if either of us was an illusion, until finally i decided to test reality. i slowly reached out my hands and cuffed it in my palm. it was real! a real live love bird from some neighbor's cage has accidentally escaped and reached our two story house. i took it to my mom and asked her if i could keep it. she said love birds would die of sorrow if they sit in a cage all alone, she proposed that i give it away to one of my cousins who had a pair of love birds so that it would have some company at least.

i was stubborn (i still am), i decided to keep it anyway. i placed it in a makeshift cage and fed it breadcrumbs (i didnt even know if it was supposed to eat that) i was thinking of naming it petrie after that dinoasaur in land before time, it sounded neutral, after all i didnt know if my pet was a male or a female nor did i know how to figure out its gender.

two days later, i noticed petrie looked sick. i took it out of its cage and let it rest on the desk where it first landed. it hopped once or twice then just stood there very very still, looking at me intently, as if asking me what plans i have for it. i remembered what my mom said. maybe petrie was sad and wanted company. with a heavy heart, i picked it up with my index finger and whispered "i don't know how or why you came into my life, but i'm not ready to take care of you yet. i don't know how. and i don't want to see you sad either. so i have to let you go. i'm sure the place where you'll be going will be much nicer. you'll find lots of friends there. you won't be lonely anymore."

the next weekend my mom took petrie to my cousin's place and left it there. i didn't bother to come with her. i hate goodbyes.

after that episode, i was engrossed with other school stuff and i soon forgot about everything until my mom informed me that petrie died from something i did not quite understand, probably a disease it caught from the other birds. i was mad! if it was going to die anyway, i should have just kept it instead. on the other hand, would i prefer to have seen it die right before my eyes? i don't know.

this is probably one of my earliest lessons about letting go. yet up to now, a dozen years later, i still haven't learned much.

it's hard to fathom the reasons why things happen, or if things really happen for a reason at all, maybe we are just playing dice and no matter how hard we blow our wish on our palms, it doesn't really affect the probability of getting a double six or a double one.

my friend's father passed away seven hours ago. only a few days after her wedding. he seemed very much alive and happy two days ago as he escorted her to the altar. then today happened. she said that he has been sick for a long time now and it seemed he just waited for her to get married. i told her that at least one of his last memories is that he saw her walk off to a bright future.

sometimes i wonder what the future holds for me and for the people i love. i often lay awake on late nights wondering if what i did today would drastically change what might happen tomorrow. but most times i just try to comfort myself by thinking that today is yesterday's future, and so far, despite all my mistakes and all the things i tried to do right, it hasn't been that bad, yet. and even if they do crumble and fall to pieces, i can always choose to take the dice, wish hard, and let it roll again.

"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things " - John Gillespie Magee, Jr., High Flight

i've revisited the words that have defined me through the years, and somehow i've earned a new found purpose. i would like to try again. start from ground zero and watch everything reach sky high. there may be no silver lining after all, no cosmic realizations, no mind shattering truth or life altering discoveries, but at least i tried.

i just need to be whole again. i need to write and feel the ink lined pages of my passage through time. i still believe that pain is not the worst thing in the world, forgetting is...

i cant look back at my past and feel that pain again. no, im much too numb for that. all i come across with these days are flashbacks that i can easily discard into that far corner of my mind with one blink. im not concerned about this emptiness, this lack of purpose, this bitter taste in my mouth when i think of things i dare not recall, im more worried about growing old and holding those memories imprisoned inside my heart. i am probably going crazy, yes surely.

the other day, i told my friend that i cant write anymore, my life has come to a stand still, i have succeeded in perfectly isolating myself from the world around me. thus i have nothing to write about. nothing ever really happens anymore. i dont notice those tiny details that used to be big moments when i shared them with someone special. i lost that listener, and so i have lost my words.

how does one continue this vicious cycle of waking, walking, living, and sleeping in this horribly meanigless place?

"Sometimes, hope can bear a terrible price. (Hope is a frivolous concept. Life, after all, is a terminal condition from the very start, isn’t it?)"
- quote from asylumnation -

had dinner with batman at t.g.i. friday's in glorietta. no kidding, he was really there - mask, cape and all =) he's a bit skinny though, his costume was kinda loose.

i'm supposed to be flying off to cebu this weekend, i have to attend a friend's wedding on monday.. but i'm not going, i can't. i don't really know why. i just can't seem to make myself go back there, there's nothing to come home to. it's such a sad place with bitter memories.

i miss wookie though..

i've been having trouble getting some sleep these past few days, i'm probably bothered by something i can't quite figure out yet. i hope friday will offer more resolutions to these issues.

on other news, i finally watched the first episode of numb3rs. i miss calculus. i wish i could go back to solving equations, at least those things have a formula that i can follow.

i'm so lost. i need to find my way soon.

sadako look alike ghost. neat camera angles. polaroids. suicide. lies. what more can you ask for in asian horror flicks?


where: Glorietta 4 Cinema 7
when: Wednesday, 15 June 2005. 06:30 p.m.

got myself a new toy =) and i guess that's reason enough to start a new blog hehe. i don't want to jinx this by saying "i hope this one lasts longer", so let's just talk about my ibook instead..


i bought this online a few weeks ago and i'm loving it more every minute. there are tons of useful apps online and most of them are free. my favorite so far are:

        1. Audacity - open source audio recorder and editor.
        2. OneCard - freeware Uno card game.
        3. Nvu - open source html editor

what do i love about mac os? that would be the power of linux and the eye candy of win xp all rolled into one powerful machine. more updates later..

  this movie gives a whole new meaning to the term "cariño brutal" =)

   
  where: Greenbelt 1 Cinema 2.
  when: Thursday, 09 June 2005. 09:20 p.m.