tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88332963077343260972024-03-06T23:36:14.947-08:00the blue walkerWe define the boundaries of reality; they don't define us.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-73538341520356251772008-04-09T11:22:00.001-07:002008-04-09T11:29:28.333-07:00Moving on to bigger and better spacesHey guys, better change those links coz I'm moving over to... drum roll!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://ozy.i.ph">clicky!</a><br /><br />Comment! NOW NA! :Pozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-63908186349102455312008-02-23T09:48:00.000-08:002008-02-23T10:43:14.915-08:00Random PicturesRandom Pictures:<br /><br />Most recent:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQ53XOd9BR2ZAw3iiavMrDB1Q2ajk-skCVFbHi4DPgAPK9FZsof8byydd5Ux7FyKChMVrVv2-wZyaSFkLUefrduyw9u04Hg8NGC3pEdvyjCewDjp3PzECcDUhs0Ex7wY0_UAAg9T-v74/s1600-h/choco+loco+070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQ53XOd9BR2ZAw3iiavMrDB1Q2ajk-skCVFbHi4DPgAPK9FZsof8byydd5Ux7FyKChMVrVv2-wZyaSFkLUefrduyw9u04Hg8NGC3pEdvyjCewDjp3PzECcDUhs0Ex7wY0_UAAg9T-v74/s200/choco+loco+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242572424939810" border="0" /></a>Choco Loco Party. A buffet of all sorts of chocolate foodstuffs. And a fountain of course to really drown everything in chocolate! Really crazy sugar rush afterwards.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hSdnPVt8XXvlzkRa-oqOKMF6rGKOQ9K8b1Gwq9HIrSUslJSxka5MB8S1tCQr-G6QGHiqLYvtFGEqjOPka-nGm9Lgvhjoe7U35De5tiDiypCT8lLjH2hqioJJiw5KO5zegC5nu1AssoE/s1600-h/eos5+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9hSdnPVt8XXvlzkRa-oqOKMF6rGKOQ9K8b1Gwq9HIrSUslJSxka5MB8S1tCQr-G6QGHiqLYvtFGEqjOPka-nGm9Lgvhjoe7U35De5tiDiypCT8lLjH2hqioJJiw5KO5zegC5nu1AssoE/s200/eos5+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242576719907138" border="0" /></a><br />STARSTRUCK!!! That is THE David Guerrero! Ok fine, of BBDO Guerrero-Ortega! The advertising genius behind successful accounts like Pepsi and Pizza Hut among other popular brands. Uber fanboy mode.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi52zPuPaSIBctb21TDLs0W4LeLnGvBcMwTSZneedhaaJ2jHmBud2ORDr57P7Zv63lTgjLJbN7zSVPSkiMgs_C4UOsBNKCxcQCj95axl0h5kFzVfun408yd3IXYOSXgPpRcvVpmNL0qs/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi52zPuPaSIBctb21TDLs0W4LeLnGvBcMwTSZneedhaaJ2jHmBud2ORDr57P7Zv63lTgjLJbN7zSVPSkiMgs_C4UOsBNKCxcQCj95axl0h5kFzVfun408yd3IXYOSXgPpRcvVpmNL0qs/s200/DSC_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242572424939826" border="0" /></a><br />Mike and Anne's Wedding with Teams Classic, MF (the lone one) and Budget<br />And I got wasted because of what happened in Event #1 XD, buti wala nag-isip na magpicture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIM67dBzQevRXDzaoHTsgz5qcCcmOXQ0l4fyQXpraVooJROzZJ05IUPH1F9qyYZ6lXPtB7kb8fFcMMjMs_CMl62y343bn8hyWidO0kE1l6oYJM2o_4xE5K61crG20ikNwcmtfpHfHUig/s1600-h/11112007(010).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIM67dBzQevRXDzaoHTsgz5qcCcmOXQ0l4fyQXpraVooJROzZJ05IUPH1F9qyYZ6lXPtB7kb8fFcMMjMs_CMl62y343bn8hyWidO0kE1l6oYJM2o_4xE5K61crG20ikNwcmtfpHfHUig/s200/11112007(010).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242581014874450" border="0" /></a>Regcom Seniors' Party (Yeah my phone has a crappy camera)<br />Clockwise from top: Maine (just happened to be there), Nigs, Kitchie, JJ, and me (that represents the Judenites contingent of the Juniors.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeI6L9DL-YNamasJUozfzgkqenuOds3qNRYiRv_EGhxDcsmZf1ual7iZTboYndOUmEinUQ_4h7HgvbHII4V3BRSskcKSbKRsQJvGZkd5xh8sExkIBq50uSdQCrjgdNUmaE2Xj8jRNgts/s1600-h/11112007(009).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeI6L9DL-YNamasJUozfzgkqenuOds3qNRYiRv_EGhxDcsmZf1ual7iZTboYndOUmEinUQ_4h7HgvbHII4V3BRSskcKSbKRsQJvGZkd5xh8sExkIBq50uSdQCrjgdNUmaE2Xj8jRNgts/s200/11112007(009).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242585309841762" border="0" /></a>Chino, me, and Wits!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eCZqfxI6u8LnV_RNr1f4UeTh4OBROQLXVjgre4aRiJFzXXzlIKjoFS-poWutxPlpsKj1BKTiAQFfOZRge-ev3kdgfvBEencch_ZUAxIl5f7bdfOG8NXpDJQEg_7dS1XvtQZy5Qqm4PU/s1600-h/11112007(007).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eCZqfxI6u8LnV_RNr1f4UeTh4OBROQLXVjgre4aRiJFzXXzlIKjoFS-poWutxPlpsKj1BKTiAQFfOZRge-ev3kdgfvBEencch_ZUAxIl5f7bdfOG8NXpDJQEg_7dS1XvtQZy5Qqm4PU/s200/11112007(007).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247073550666146" border="0" /></a>Me and Eric (the insanely tall one)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-RTRJNNK_ndwX1Km_UYSY_Giuj6q1J7ad1tqxtdh5jK6JPVLHeSVhrapMok3r9DP3Tdid7C5-1d2KBB857dMruGo0n4SZLfw1GHSj_Oa5JnTYchXEpmMEgvo0293ZF_r9RmZ5XNijzE/s1600-h/11112007(004).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-RTRJNNK_ndwX1Km_UYSY_Giuj6q1J7ad1tqxtdh5jK6JPVLHeSVhrapMok3r9DP3Tdid7C5-1d2KBB857dMruGo0n4SZLfw1GHSj_Oa5JnTYchXEpmMEgvo0293ZF_r9RmZ5XNijzE/s200/11112007(004).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247047780862322" border="0" /></a>Me and Yeye<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwt7lnzzhIS7B-zGqbR1fgyHX67S89obQYoPYt9CF1e6vftzBplE0x7L2Kaf-6Hy9IfLOgLp3iAbQLag_Y_FwNQsmY0s66XunXmXe-WTDVzJ69oMdCbVPoVOvwctrgeBcENjAk7cM2aE/s1600-h/11112007(008).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwt7lnzzhIS7B-zGqbR1fgyHX67S89obQYoPYt9CF1e6vftzBplE0x7L2Kaf-6Hy9IfLOgLp3iAbQLag_Y_FwNQsmY0s66XunXmXe-WTDVzJ69oMdCbVPoVOvwctrgeBcENjAk7cM2aE/s200/11112007(008).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247060665764242" border="0" /></a>Me and Pao, I should show Tina (his gf) this picture someday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLSoh_d8zyXc5FCZyHnv-mJjFQ4uMDGFBMdVBNKiOSuDYi6S1qc3gfWrXvzX_4DaKuVE-z_92JEVXjjpfl34WDNlfk2GG0E8IqBW67dbvo3wOFelyX5jjyHz3MycNB9VkhMMFul_wRE4/s1600-h/11112007(006).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLSoh_d8zyXc5FCZyHnv-mJjFQ4uMDGFBMdVBNKiOSuDYi6S1qc3gfWrXvzX_4DaKuVE-z_92JEVXjjpfl34WDNlfk2GG0E8IqBW67dbvo3wOFelyX5jjyHz3MycNB9VkhMMFul_wRE4/s200/11112007(006).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170247056370796930" border="0" /></a>The Juniors!ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-40741073144606155402008-02-23T06:28:00.000-08:002008-02-23T07:19:24.349-08:00S.A.W.I.<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2pR_7481vc&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2pR_7481vc&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">because dramatic irony seems to be the story of my romantic life...</span><br />Song and vid link c/o Nadia who shares with me many S.A.W.I. anecdotes<br /></span><br />Here's a translation/sing-along guide. (Judenites can pretend to read the characters while furiously checking up on the romanized words.)<br /><br />等待<br />deng dai<br />Waiting<br /><br />我随时随地在等待<br />wo sui shi sui di zai deng dai<br />I am always waiting anytime,anywhere<br /><br />做你感情上的依赖<br />zuo ni gan qing shang de yi lai<br />To become your love's foothold<br /><br />我没有任何的疑问<br />wo mei you ren he de yi wen<br />I don’t have any doubts<br /><br />这是爱<br />zhe shi ai<br />This is love<br /><br />我猜<br />wo cai<br />I guess<br /><br />你早就想要说明白<br />ni zao jiu xiang yao shuo ming bai<br />You’ve been trying to make things clear from the beginning<br /><br />我觉得自己好失败<br />wo jue de zi ji hao shi bai<br />I feel that I’m a failure<br /><br />从天堂掉落到深渊<br />cong tian tang diao luo dao shen yuan<br />Fallen from heaven to a deep abyss<br /><br />多无奈<br />duo wu nai<br />So helpless<br /><br /><br />我愿意改变(what can i do?)<br />wo yuan yi gai bian WHAT CAN I DO<br />I’m willing to change WHAT CAN I DO<br /><br />重新再来一遍(just give me chance)<br />chong xin zai lai yi bian JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE<br />Start over again JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE<br /><br />我无法只是普通朋友<br />wo wu fa zhi shi pu tong peng you<br />I can’t be just an ordinary friend<br /><br />感情已那么深<br />gan qing yi na me shen<br />My feelings are already so intense<br /><br />叫我怎么能收手<br />jiao wo zen me neng fang shou<br />How can I just let go<br /><br />但你说<br />dan ni shuo<br />But you said<br /><br />i only want to be your friend<br />I ONLY WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND<br />I ONLY WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND<br /><br />做个朋友<br />zuo ge peng you<br />Become friends<br /><br />我在你心中只是just a friend<br />wo zai ni xin zhong zhi shi JUST A FRIEND<br />I’m just a friend in your heart JUST A FRIEND<br /><br />不是情人<br />bu shi qing ren<br />Not a loved one<br /><br />我感激你对我这样的坦白<br />wo gan ji ni dui wo zhe yang de tan bai<br />I appreciate your truthfulness<br /><br /><br />但我给你的爱暂时收不回来<br />dan wo gei ni de ai zan shi shou bu hui lai<br />But right now, my love for you can’t be taken back<br /><br />so I 我不能只是be your friend<br />SO I bu neng zhi shi BE YOUR FRIEND<br />SO I I can’t just be your friend BE YOUR FRIEND<br /><br />i just can't be your friend<br />I JUST CAN'T BE YOUR FRIEND<br />I JUST CAN'T BE YOUR FRIEND<br /><br />no,no,no<br />NO,NO,NO<br />NO,NO,NO<br /><br />我不能只是做你的朋友<br />wo bu neng zhi shi zuo ni de peng you<br />I can’t be just your friend<br /><br />不能只是做普通朋友<br />bu neng zuo pu tong peng you<br />Can’t just be your ordinary friend<br /><br />Spread the love, or lack thereof. And keep them blades away from the wrists.<br /><br />Quote:<br /><br />"Aw..." - Honeyozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-8103595466612390942008-02-21T09:26:00.000-08:002008-02-21T09:46:17.109-08:00Guidelines for Harmonious Living on the LRT<span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Put your goddamn earphones/ headset on.</span><br /><br />This isn't your train. It's PUBLIC transportation, and not everyone appreciates your music.<br /><br />-If your gadgets forgot their respective partners for the day, then don't listen to your shit at all; or put your PSP, DS, or GBA on mute.<br /><br />-Now some of you may have put on their earphones, thanks. What you may not have realized is that you've got your music way too loudly that people ACROSS you can hear. You've taken a step in respecting other people, just take the next one. Control your volume.<br /><br />speaking of which...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Control your volume</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'd be a hypocrite if I said that I'm never noisy on the train. As you know, I'm quite the chatterbox, and when riding the LRT with people I know intimately, I become rather animated with my discussions. So... Er... hm... This is something I'll have to work on. </span><br /><br />-Anyway, when answering phones, don't talk too loudly especially since everyone's clumped together, you know people beside you! It's annoying to have to hear about how your day was or where to pick up so and so. And when the bitterness strikes, normal phrases like "I wuv u" and "Hey boo" become seriously incensing.<br /><br />-People who stay together, play together. Keep the touching and volume in check :p Otherwise have a kinky, kinky time... on the LRT... Ew...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. If the escalators are big enough for two people, stay on one side.</span><br /><br />-If you aren't in a hurry, other people are. No one's forcing you to go as fast as them, just give way.<br /><br />-Paper due in half an hour? Meeting in twenty? Class in fifteen?!<br /><br />Hear the train coming as you insert your ticket in the machine? Running up the escalator to meet it? <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Get into the train! <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Stop because some people just stay on the escalator then LEISURELY stroll into the opened doors which close just as you arrive at the platform? There we go.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Give your seat up for senior citizens.</span><br /><br />-I mean seriously. Either they can't stand for extended periods of time and you'd have to be heartless to watch them suffer or that "oldie" will launch a tirade about how times have changed and how morals have gone up someone's ass. Oh and the youth are hopeless too and the hard work they put in at building a nation wasn't worth it. Whatever happens, you will lose. Give them the seat, it isn't worth the verbal harassment and the shame.<br /><br />-I didn't mention giving up seats to women as a rule because times have changed. It's relative to each person how he/she views women's privileges. Personally, I do give up my seat most of the time but some people believe that men and women must be treated equally, so if that lady missed a seat, sucks to be her... Right?<br /><br />-"Be a man. Do the right thing." <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh Russell Peters, this will never die.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Give way to people exiting from the trains.</span><br /><br />-Seriously. Don't be a dick and move in when the door opens, not only does that piss everyone leaving off, but you give them an excuse to shove you right back out. Imagine bouncer-like people, shoving you back.<br /><br />-Enter when there's actually an opening.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Don't screw with the doors.</span><br /><br />-Don't force them open if they're closing already and you're just coming in. It may wreck the train or whatever, and on the off chance that shit happens and the train is delayed, everyone will hate you. EVERYONE on the train. That's a lot of people who will want a piece of you when they find out all their schedules have to be moved because some idiot couldn't wait another 5 or so minutes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. In crowded trains or times, take whatever vacant spot there is so there is more room for other people.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> The first time I had to take the LRT1, no one told me this. We were a group of students just hanging around at a spot near the entrance. There was a huge space at our side, which was just recently vacated. But we didn't move. We just kept chatting about until we reached Pedro Gil. When we finally left the people who were clumped near the door complained loudly about our thoughtlessness. Now seriously they should have asked us to move a bit but either way that's that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Don't push.</span><br /><br />-It's a reality that people push to get their way. Have you seen the MRT or LRT1 on rush hour? The nightmare! Just say "excuse me" first, it's decency.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rejected Guideline</span><br />*Learn a martial art, or carry pepper spray, or at the least learn how to tie really good knots (and bring some rope too.)<br /><br />-The next time someone gropes you on the train, don't get mad. Tell the person, "short time tayo," after all there are a lot of motels in key LRT stops, you gotta hand it to that popular brand of motels, they're running a good business! The horny bastard will probably be all gung ho and pick up the bill. When you get to your room, teach them a lesson they'll never forget. You can beat the crap out of them or just tie them up and leave them there until the cleaning lady comes in. Kinky.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-34594437550840024352008-02-21T09:20:00.001-08:002008-02-21T09:25:23.829-08:00Events Management: Event 2This time we had to plan a "party."<br /><br />Check out our invites!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDNpXVUZ0HSMEX9F6NsaWUbuJQ6EJ6Xx_7mTQya_a9fytQIapGQ-eg4ik4nFh171th6VOKngdWUFbHk5f4aJLocAMVGsbI-RWU5wp1DhSWEuAvcuTL9VLDSeOLHPCqb5X5ZzYiGjPhDQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDNpXVUZ0HSMEX9F6NsaWUbuJQ6EJ6Xx_7mTQya_a9fytQIapGQ-eg4ik4nFh171th6VOKngdWUFbHk5f4aJLocAMVGsbI-RWU5wp1DhSWEuAvcuTL9VLDSeOLHPCqb5X5ZzYiGjPhDQ/s200/Copy+of+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169485313856080050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AL7s5KRkB_MYLQqEIfTPG39DfhF6khzEt7WszpEHrHtJA1Z4KMLyFHyaGxTF2A5FH6xE7bbpkwfyisWaQr4YScDRoq3u6Xp4YUu_zU2CGHcwocN4grSqQWjbjrGAo0uHYYUwD9HNxZA/s1600-h/Copy+of+back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AL7s5KRkB_MYLQqEIfTPG39DfhF6khzEt7WszpEHrHtJA1Z4KMLyFHyaGxTF2A5FH6xE7bbpkwfyisWaQr4YScDRoq3u6Xp4YUu_zU2CGHcwocN4grSqQWjbjrGAo0uHYYUwD9HNxZA/s200/Copy+of+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169485318151047362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No pictures of the event. Our photographer hasn't had the chance to upload them yet. But here's one of the challenges that the two teams had to face - a create a cheer contest.<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpLTrDBYaHs&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpLTrDBYaHs&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dplo8GhzUs8&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dplo8GhzUs8&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /></span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-28814218985617286662008-02-21T08:50:00.000-08:002008-02-21T09:19:50.847-08:00Events Management: Event 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCx04k_y0-Lf5HJXxNY2iRBKxBXNk3uCQBQOJv2Kdle7NQqY0kI2mnjNqpdGjnlnYthJx0g5rl_KNheNBHns18gDlps1mQafO_dZE31nrIESIgZsGPgSG5FznPwDHgjL2NXbVzJt2scY/s1600-h/IMG_6344vip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCx04k_y0-Lf5HJXxNY2iRBKxBXNk3uCQBQOJv2Kdle7NQqY0kI2mnjNqpdGjnlnYthJx0g5rl_KNheNBHns18gDlps1mQafO_dZE31nrIESIgZsGPgSG5FznPwDHgjL2NXbVzJt2scY/s320/IMG_6344vip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169481061838456818" border="0" /></a><br />Our group. VIP. We rule! XD<br /><br />The assignment, should we choose to accept, well didn't really have a choice, was to design and launch "an intimate concert."<br /><br />So we came up with an idea of doing a sneaker exhibit. And..... here, take a pseudo-guided tour of "Elemental Art!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMiIro37yKS9XGcof-8XeIGHAvj_N1wTo8zbWDzhJbS3KtRQgtJC62xZdBfbb9ufaRrl2OsZYjlgI_ZTTz165IbHJiIwgAI_mYufMtPMgzrtmuexvCJ1mFXrCoBqGDfk_kizMOsEd8weI/s1600-h/IMG_8914.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMiIro37yKS9XGcof-8XeIGHAvj_N1wTo8zbWDzhJbS3KtRQgtJC62xZdBfbb9ufaRrl2OsZYjlgI_ZTTz165IbHJiIwgAI_mYufMtPMgzrtmuexvCJ1mFXrCoBqGDfk_kizMOsEd8weI/s320/IMG_8914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483617343998018" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah cause we're such camwhores! There's the "Ozy needs to work out picture." Anyway... That used to be the registration area.<br /><br />Enter... Experience....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65vXVgOE06D-A5NeWl9roq2sLYg2QRvFZLHcBkSnVKYAteF5PmbEvSz0dkbSshAA8qc6l1ZNT773m8v1ozZQyAZ-8zEF-fOFvF7GFexpIvQ8jOBCnlW7VCJQwx0ePy05PHSLp6cKyy3Q/s1600-h/IMG_8951.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65vXVgOE06D-A5NeWl9roq2sLYg2QRvFZLHcBkSnVKYAteF5PmbEvSz0dkbSshAA8qc6l1ZNT773m8v1ozZQyAZ-8zEF-fOFvF7GFexpIvQ8jOBCnlW7VCJQwx0ePy05PHSLp6cKyy3Q/s320/IMG_8951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483617343998034" border="0" /></a><br />Air.<br /><br />Next chill in...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbfbKBmDKOdNozWYTGQscN04gjouDwrnK_cq-oQg91I5dvZzIhH0y-p0NIJJAO1ZLQrka2gotZz_Dgg-2ExwpwubOxwsIeDdLsJPQFQe1VAQ8JDwwfee7-UNAfFaXE5hzfTPyhVmYAuw/s1600-h/IMG_8957.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbfbKBmDKOdNozWYTGQscN04gjouDwrnK_cq-oQg91I5dvZzIhH0y-p0NIJJAO1ZLQrka2gotZz_Dgg-2ExwpwubOxwsIeDdLsJPQFQe1VAQ8JDwwfee7-UNAfFaXE5hzfTPyhVmYAuw/s320/IMG_8957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483621638965346" border="0" /></a>Water<br /><br />Up and at 'em!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaEHlJl6cRqsJR4riuEJKJ81pV8TiBDk4IjJDJ-85Q015N2G2cuiPkMSsSojmZxR8I78DzyU08D7cp5M25aVwmpI-XY2wkFuRlIT9EBs9rqaaWJIKL6R8WJQK8b35aVK0BihSsmNTY3c/s1600-h/IMG_9106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaEHlJl6cRqsJR4riuEJKJ81pV8TiBDk4IjJDJ-85Q015N2G2cuiPkMSsSojmZxR8I78DzyU08D7cp5M25aVwmpI-XY2wkFuRlIT9EBs9rqaaWJIKL6R8WJQK8b35aVK0BihSsmNTY3c/s320/IMG_9106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483634523867266" border="0" /></a><br />Fire!<br /><br />And enter our favorite room...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dC0Fmf5ohc82HjkuhNFZoJlTHfudXUCLZiaAOoeRoIjenesZofU5QHP0v__p-1LFKcoByDie2lpQ3zoudPVnIrjGn63Dph_hwQNSzkZ95NsxdPrunW-i766EJ22HtEPgYSKZ-jEeu14/s1600-h/IMG_9067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dC0Fmf5ohc82HjkuhNFZoJlTHfudXUCLZiaAOoeRoIjenesZofU5QHP0v__p-1LFKcoByDie2lpQ3zoudPVnIrjGn63Dph_hwQNSzkZ95NsxdPrunW-i766EJ22HtEPgYSKZ-jEeu14/s320/IMG_9067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169483630228899954" border="0" /></a>Earth.<br /><br />Proceed to the dining area, grab some grub, gulp some booze and mingle.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-89900720472521297622008-02-12T21:05:00.000-08:002008-02-21T08:46:54.476-08:00The Second SemesterOk... I have a lot to write about... Er backblogging events three months old...<br /><br />Anyway, let's start with the second semester.<br /><br />I'm taking five classes: Events Management, Integrated Marketing Communications, Theology 131, Philosophy 102, History 165 with my schedule spanning MWFS. That's right boys and girls, Ozy get's TTH off! Not that it matters because I'm still around campus on meetings, and pretend research, and talks and whatnot...<br /><br />Here's the kicker my MWF involves the three core subjects (histo, theo, and philo) going consecutively from 1:30-4:30. So it's like brains turn to mush right? More on this later. The real problem is my History class is in Sec, my Theo in the ISO, and my Philo in Kostka. That's a lot of marathoning for ten minutes. And you know how classes tend to extend sometimes... The first few days was fine, minimal work, I could still brisk walk to my next classes. But as the days progressed, well... "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?!?!?!?!"<br /><br />Which brings me to a discussion on my rather not so rosy academic standing this semester.<br /><br />Another "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING" moment includes my signing up for Events Management. I didn't really ask a lot of people about it. I thought that it would be a class that could improve on my presentation skills, you know pitch an event... Again, and again. But no, the first day when Sir Sev gave us our syllabuses... wait for it... "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!!!" We were supposed to do REAL EVENTS. REAL, with a budget, venue, subject, guests, the whole fricking shebang. Oh and that's in plural form... THREE FRICKIN EVENTS! Of course the quality of my post now wouldn't reflect much of my chagrin because I've already gone through two events (Lots of juicy stories!). But just imagine that anime dude with his hair covering his face with a black background and gigantic sweat drops plus ominous background music. Yeah that was me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">History</span><br /><br />It's history, so meh... But I might say that I have had the good fortune of getting great professors... Well partly because of my Regcom status but regardless, I like my history professors. I guess I just have a motivational problem with regards to studying...<br /><br />Oh yeah and I'm doing dismally... As usual... Sad... Just sad... Oh and our group report bombed because Tamuneneng (still thinking of a proper name for my laptop) went crazy when we plugged her to the projector at Escaler. Vista is teh suxxorz! Seriously. When we were making the powerpoint, everything was fine. All the links worked. The color was great. But nooooooo. When we plugged it in the color scheme conked out and all the links failed. To top it all off one of the actors didn't memorize her lines. We had a One Vs. One Hundred theme starring Kris Aquino and Inday. Kris was still Kris, and Inday was the smart-aleck English-speaking housemaid. The sad part was the acting was horrible for Inday, as in the interpretation done by my groupmate was the dumb Inday. Kris was fine. Hay... I still don't know our grade. I hope we got a B+, considering we were the first group to report and as Ma'm says, our topic was the most boring. And medyo mababaw naman kaligayahan ni Ma'm... And of course I've been doing horribly in the exams... Just seriously seriously sad... I now only have some recitation, a long test, and the finals to show her I deserve a B... If I can even ace all of the remaining requirements. Oh and did I mention that I was in the seniors' class? So things move way, way faster. Heck I'm having my finals in two weeks!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Events Management<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>See next post<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Integrated Marketing Communications<br /><br /></span>The course description should've included "laptop required." Ma'm Nonna discusses quite expansively and rapidly. Not that I'm complaining, I'm learning a lot and she teaches a very informative class after all. The problem is that it's seriously hard to take down notes and process the info at the same time. What I don't understand is why she doesn't give us her powerpoint files like Ma'm Borsoto so we can listen to her more intently. Either way that's the only problem in this class. Like Sir Sev, she gets all 4s at the year-end evaluation.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Philosophy<br /><br /></span>Let me say, I enjoy philosophy. I love the subject and the people behind it. The ideas and the milieus tackled always brings new insight to the times we're living today. But for some reason, I'm doing rather horribly this semester. Discounting the fact that I've been a very bad student, I guess it's the pacing of the class that's gotten me down. We're horribly slow, which is further perpetuated by a certain girl who keeps asking questions. They aren't stupid questions, just annoying questions because they would obviously be answered afterwards. The worst thing is that these questions are credited. I'm bitter I know... Oh well, as sir says, I still have 85%<br /><br />Scratch that, I uber-crammed my other requirement which was a week-long paper. I really, really am sick or something... procrastination is bad... really, really bad.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theology</span><br /><br />A separate post on my musings of theology, but this is about the class. I got the infamous Markus Locker of rather unsavory repute. Apart from being very funny, he also has that rather hard to decipher accent. But the real deal? It involves turning a D to a B+ legitimately. Anyways he's not so bad. I just really, really don't find theology interesting. I wanted to get Dacanay but my other class conflicts with "The Legend's" schedule.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-11468950253874682572007-10-08T09:20:00.000-07:002007-10-08T09:35:58.491-07:00A few more days<span style="font-weight: bold;">ACADS</span><br /><br />Time always seems to slow down during finals... hahaha<br /><br />I just went through my Philo orals, not really A material but good enough for me to secure that B in the final grade. Getting a B+ however requires some eggs to be offered and chickens to be sacrificed. I hope Sir Soh takes into account the fact that I always have things to discuss with him after the lessons... It's such a waste to have those uncredited towards recitation...<br /><br />Regardless, I really screwed things over. I bombed the second LT. I'm not saying I studied, I'm not saying I didn't study either... Hay... I really need to fix my study habits. Just a while ago, two hours before my orals I finally printed out all the notes for the thesis questions. Then an hour before my orals, I did the actual studying (you gotta eat something to survive!!!)<br /><br />Crazy. Just crazy...<br /><br />Now I <span style="font-style: italic;">only</span> have the pitch for Strat Plan, History finals, final group paper for Comm Res, and my resume for Copywriting (this is killing me... I have no idea what to do...)<br /><br />The week is long :D<br /><br />I'm pretty happy with my performance in the last Copywriting class though. We discussed radio ads and as a sort of test we were asked to write a radio ad in the span of an hour.<br /><br />I did four.<br /><br />I was asked to read my work out to the class.<br /><br />HAPPINESS!<br /><br />Well after screwing up the previous requirements/churning out mediocre work, this really really qualifies something about my skills as an ad man.<br /><br />Let's hope this really is the industry for me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vintage<br /><br /></span>It was the first time I had used so much power in a deck hahaha. It felt good :D And my opponents were no less the top contenders of their respective teams. The swiss saw me duking it out with Payabyab, then Cheng, then Mike Juan in order before i got to draw into the top 8. Where Cheng unmercifully beat me... Merchant Scrolls should be restricted I tell you!!! hahaha<br /><br />Regardless that day was pretty gratifying.<br /><br />One sad thing to note was the fact that Cheng was considering liquidating/quitting already. It's really sad how quality players are quitting left and right. Just recently Lauren had announced his "retirement", then when I speak to David he says he's thinking about doing the same thing. And now Cheng will be gone as well. That's three of TX's heavyweights gone. Compound the fact that my teammates have also decided to quit, it's rather depressing. Regardless, the vintage community doesn't suffer losses in terms of quantity. Team Budget (rather Big Budget) is showing up in great numbers. It's almost scary, almost half of the people who joined in the tourney were from budget!<br /><br />Oh well, we'll see where the road leads me.. I'm praying my drains arrive soon...<br /><br />If that fucking bastard rips me off, I am going to get Jaundice to hunt him down. Karma bites. Hard.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-41343812553247710552007-10-04T01:01:00.000-07:002007-10-04T01:04:53.692-07:00Jim Carrey: Help Stop the Cruelty in Burma<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwgwkMc__Es"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwgwkMc__Es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-35870793800074169762007-09-27T09:19:00.000-07:002007-09-27T09:39:31.969-07:00Love is about timing.I just finished 2046. Brilliant movie, just brilliant, I've long wanted to watch this since I saw In the Mood of Love a few months back :D<br /><br />Anyway that quote just really really hit me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is about timing</span>. - Mr. Chow, 2046<br /><br />Now is not the time I guess. If I claim to only want a relationship when I am sure to be financially secure then I shouldn't be entertaining thoughts of getting into a relationship right now.<br /><br />If I do it only means that I am looking to fill a certain void in my life right now, oh well nothing a little workaholicism can't fix :D<br /><br />Either way, and with conviction, ACADS MUNA!<br /><br />But Jessica Alba's so hot!!! :pozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-44065516118906928982007-09-26T06:47:00.000-07:002007-09-26T06:55:55.522-07:00Heroes Come BackHeroes S02E01 was great! It really tickles the audiences with all the tensions surrounding each character. I am just quite miffed at how Parkman's first sequence seem rather iffy. I guestimate that the director said, "just improvise," for the sequence.<br /><br />Good things to come I supposed with the revelations of the last season as well as the introduction of the new characters.<br /><br />Crappy conclusion to Hiro's dad though.<br /><br />Psyched!!!ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-82763770730982893302007-09-20T08:24:00.000-07:002007-09-20T10:40:30.544-07:00"Women, what is it about them. Can't live, with them or without them!"1. Man A is attracted to Woman A.<br />2. Woman A is attracted to Man A.<br />3. Man A and Woman A communicate through a mutually understandable channel.<br />4. Man A and Woman A become a couple.<br />5. Man A and Woman A live happily ever after.<br /><br />Is it ever this simple?<br /><br />Let's discuss this point by point.<br /><br />Numbers 1 and 2 happen way too often, independently. However if both occur at the same time and place...that's a rare happening. It is not enough that the two individuals have a certain "connection." They must go through number 3.<br /><br />We all know men and women aren't the same. We all know men and women don't talk, think, or act in the same way. So does number 3 ever happen? It's called marriage baby, when they're forced to do it, then when they stop they go to the past tense of marriage which threatens the wedding industry according to <span style="font-style: italic;">Confetti Magazine EIC </span>from the movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Confetti.</span> Kidding aside number 3 is when Man A and Woman A live the perfect life of mutual understanding, hope, and lurve. Well not really, that's number 5. Number 3 is when Man A and Woman A can talk about their emotions and eventually do something about it. Which leads us to number 4.<br /><br />Since some people hold the views that the youth today should enjoy teenage life and wait for the right time before committing physically and emotionally with someone, then number 4 should be the product of a long and beautiful friendship.<br /><br />Number 5 is when everything falls into place, the starts hit the right spot, the mountains have moved, Jessica Alba is my wife (hey if Sir Ty can say Sarah Michelle Gellar burns his loins hehehe.)<br /><br />Now why in heaven's name have I made such a stupid post? I don't know. I'm still confused with what I should do. Am I to be presumptuous as to put meaning in what she says in a public channel? Am I so self-absorbed that I think what she says only refers to me? (God I hope she's referring to me, there I said it. But even then, then what??!?!?!!??)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Life is way too confusing.</span><br /><br />I<span style="font-weight: bold;">nteresting trivia I've found out about myself this sem:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">1. When pushed to the limit of sanity and frustration, I laugh uncontrollably</span><br />Case in point:<br />Hi165 video of doom. We were at Matteo at night doing the cursed video. We had no experience whatsoever with video qualities, file types and what not. After publishing a prototype of a scene we had just finished editing, it came out uber shitty as in the video had to be viewed in the smallest size to have some modicum of clarity. We were screwed. Then Irv came and right-clicked the videos in Adobe Premiere (feeling high-tech kasi kami) and did some sort of scaling thing.<br /><br />Problem.<br />Solved.<br /><br />At this point, JJ, Ed, and I were laughing like crazy, right there at Matteo which looked like it could pass for a call center, the Ateneo Call Center, with Mcdo delivery randomly dropping by provoking us with the hot and tasty food he brought. I felt tears well up under my eyes (you see boys and girls when you've been stuck doing something for oh I don't know 3-5 hours then find out it's screwed up and spend the next 2 hours trying to fix it and then a guy comes in and fixes it in what 3 seconds, YOU GO F@%#ING CRAZY!!!)<br /><br />Quotable quotable:<br />Ed, to Irv, "Pwede pasuntok? Isa lang, kanina pa kasi kami eh."<br /><br />The fun doesn't stop there ladies and gentlemen. A few hours later we continue editing but we don't finish. The result? We troop to JJ's house to finish it. We still don't finish and Ed and I leave JJ's house at 4 am. I ask to be dropped at Cubao and I was dropped along the place where the buses wait? Yeah it's quite a walk to the LRT hehe considering I wasn't myself at all. After the long walk I waited for the bloody train to open...at 5. Now that's the earliest I've even been riding the train. All throughout the commute take note my eyes were insanely heavy and I was feeling quite filthy, Cubao without sunlight is not a clean sight. So after the train I take a jeep then walk to my house. I get home at around 6:30. Mom wakes up, there are some exchanges which all leads to "I need sleep." I wake up a couple of hours later and attend my Strat Plan class...Which turned out to be a free cut (It's my only class during TTH.)<br /><br />Quotable quotable:<br />Alexa, to me, "I feel sorry for you." And she didn't even know what I went through the previous night and morning.<br /><br />Afterwards calls are made and then I go to JJ's house to do the editing again. This is the night before Atchi leaves to study again by the way. We finish editing after some arguments. And after Adobe Premiere stops exporting the file, we find out the finished product is huge. FREAKING huge. A 12 minute video is 2.55 GB. Real movies that last for 90 minutes can take up 650 MB.<br /><br />I start laughing again. The crazy sort of laughing. Until some divine revelation dawned upon us: DVD-R.<br /><br />I take a cab home and apparently Atchi's flight was 3 pm. Not am. So I wasted some cash taking the cab but either way, fatigue was getting the better of me so I slept. Crazy things happen the next morning as I do some stuff for my sister, both finished and unfinished. I wake up late, proceed to CD-R King to buy the DVDs and go back home. I burn the dvd which takes next to forever. Things go even crazier as apparently no one could drive me to the LRT. I was afraid of running late as I had already cut my Comm Res class to burn the DVD. I speed out of the house, wearing slippers (aha, here lies the reason of my viral infection, insofar as I have deduced...)<br />and rush to school. Now while I was on the train, specifically at V. Mapa, JJ calls me and asks if I am going to make it to school on time. Apparently the class had already started and I was officially late. Twenty minutes later I zoom to class and submit it, afraid that the submission would no longer be counted because I was late. I already had a speech in mind if Sir Dave would not accept the DVD. It went along the lines of I almost got run over, twice; got bumped by a trike, etc. But thanks be to God, class time is submission time.<br /><br />Wow that's quite a weird story.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2. I cannot work without eating something<br /></span>Case in point:<br />Hi165 again, zoom in JJ's semi-empty cupboards. Zoom into JJ's thought bubbles, "Ano kaya ipapakain ko dito?"<br /><br />After doing the Review of Related Literature for the Comedy Bars paper, there are candy bar wrappers in my pseudo-workspace.<br /><br />Next time I take a Philo LT I'm bringing food. Oh by the way, I bombed the Philo LT... I think I have some explaining to Sir Soh when he corrects my paper hahahaha...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3. When sabaw, I listen to stupid music.<br /></span>Case in point:<br />Comm Res deadlines... I type. Winamp churns out Anime, and quite recently <span style="font-style: italic;">Backstreet Boys</span>, and the <span style="font-style: italic;">Spice Girls</span>. I'm currently finding a torrent of <span style="font-style: italic;">the Moffatts</span> to feed my idiosyncrasies.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">QUIT PLAYING GAMES WITH MY <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">HEART</span>!!!!!!!! <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I mean this... Please, I want some peace of mind, and you... if that isn't too much to ask :P<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">4. I have been Leonardized with regards to food.<br /></span>Case in point:<br />Once a week I have lechon. Once a week I eat at the teahouse (Golden Fortune liit is open again btw!! Happiness!) DAMN YOU HONGKONG EXPRESS!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5. Pocket Tanks is fun.<br /></span>Case in point:<br />Strat Plan, Sir is discussing, I'm playing. This is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I have notes though :p<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">6. I'm a sucker for Chinese girls.<br /></span>Case in point:<br />I'd rather not say. But oddly enough all of my crushes are Chinese. Not that I'm a racist in that respect. Jessica Alba is Latinanese!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">7. MAGIS ako, minsan nga lang at sa maling oras pa.<br /></span>Case in point:<br />Going to consultation, attending class. Problem is I'm only MAGIS after the worst has hit. ARGH!!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">8. Malas ako sa ADMU team kapag nanunuod ako ng game.<br /></span>Case in point:<br />I only ever watched a crucial game once. It was the game three of ADMU and DLSU. And ADMU lost. It's a sign I tell you!!! A SIGN!!! And and... It was Mutya's second time to watch, and both times that she watched ADMU lost. I'm not crazy! It's true, it's true!<br /><br />Sana manalo kami, I want a bonfire at Bellarmine...<br /><br />9. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Boon" is a fun word</span><br />I'm glad to have had coined it in the other context that it's being spread throughout ADMU. Well... Maybe.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />It's the chocolate talking. Tomorrow I co-host Mid-Autumn Gratia. Woot! I wonder if I get to join the dice game...<br /><br />I need to finish this damn typing job, it's almost October for crying out loud and I'm barely halfway done.<br /><br />The semester is about to end. And unless I pull miracles out of miracles I probably won't be able to make the Dean's List... Sad... oh well, I'm taking Dacanay next sem. Go me!<br /><br />Formula for the last few sentences in my post:<br />Random thought, sad reflection, bow.<br /><br />BOON!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-91978255127138810882007-09-15T22:28:00.000-07:002007-09-15T22:45:35.022-07:00It sucks to get sickThere are few moments in my academic career that I can truly describe myself as MAGIS. When I got sick the past week, that would be one of them, of course in the dumbest sense. My fever started when I made my way back home on Monday. With mind-numbing pain, aching joints, and fever, I took the jeep then walked the rest of the way home. When I got home, I slept. And slept. And slept.<br /><br />I forced myself to go to school the following days until the fourth day when my family started getting worried as the fever hadn't broken. I had a cbc platelet test and then went to the doctors. So apparently, I have a virus thingy, not dengue though. Up to now I'm not sure if I'm perfectly well yet. I'll have to get a full blood chemistry done, see if my platelets are back on a healthy level and if the rest of my body is intact.<br /><br />But what did I do after my fever broke? Comm Res.<br /><br />Now because of Comm Res, viewing pornography, playing DotA, going in gay bars, laughing at comedy bars, etc, are now considered academic research :D So our group went to Zirkoh on Friday to do our research.<br /><br />Um yeah, booze :D<br /><br />It was my first time in a comedy bar and it was pretty fun. It kind of annoyed me how a large chunk of filler action was happening when the performers sang. But when the jokes came, they really brought the house down.<br /><br />Since we had to have permission from the management, we weren't allowed to conduct interviews that day. So it was just participant observation. It was quite fascinating to note the quirks of the Philippines comedy scene. We're still going to analyze this strange fixation of Filipinos and the body.<br /><br />Foreigners were also around Zirkoh, that day there were Americans, a Malaysian, and Russians. Allan K was pretty up front and at em whities. He showed them the otso-otso and when the American (who was pretty good looking) couldn't do it, he showed him a "new" one that is supposed to be launched daw. The onse-onse, which involved putting ones hands on their waist while doing pelvic thrusts. His instructions were then, ok you do the onse-onse, I'll do the otso-otso, and he began to bend over...<br /><br />It was seriously shocking. I had no idea that Filipinos were very open and tongue-in-cheek with matters of sexuality and practices. Funny trivia, gay people think pussies look like tarantulas: they're ugly.<br /><br />Tonight we'll be doing another round of research. This time it's Francis M. headlining. We'll see what the night brings.<br /><br />Um, yeah... MORE BOOZE!!!ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-65924098025049726442007-09-07T07:18:00.000-07:002007-09-07T07:39:06.872-07:00Manila Book FairI missed the proxy tourney last Sunday because I volunteered for <a href="http://read-or-die.org/bagonglibro/">Read or Die</a>. Pretty good stuff. I didn't get to hang out at the book fair because I was assigned at the forums. Interesting though being a runner/Anvil's bitch (as Mia so fondly puts it) as I ran into a lot of friends along the way, both from relatives to Ateneo to SJCS (several batches.)<br /><br />The great thing about the day was being able to listen to the guest speakers. I was really impressed with the panels of speakers. Tin, the organizer, did a great job putting that bit together. It was seriously insane how she managed to recall everything she had researched about all the speakers! Seriously, those are CVs of each panelist. That's just insane.<br /><br />Either way the panelists ranged from all sides of the book creating team, from writers to artists to publishers; critics to readers! It was great sitting through the whole day just listening.<br /><br />I think I've been inspired to give writing a try haha.<br /><br />I can't wait for next year's activities!ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-35463266069854871712007-08-23T01:22:00.000-07:002007-08-23T01:26:17.744-07:00SmileIt's been over a month since I've updated this blog. Good lord what have I been up to... I guess blogging about HP7 and the HP5 movie would be quite old news. Even the typhoon days have passed... Except I didn't have that much of a break considering I was always either in school or at JJ's house filming for our whang bang shebang history requirement (only Lozada's students can get it.) Anyway, the reason why I decided to blog today was because something made me smile this morning.<br /><br />It is funny how seeing certain people make you smile. And when they smile back, it seems that your day has been well... made...(even though I still had to get to class, visit a store, hand in some cash, contact some people...)<br /><br />Anyway...<br /><br />It felt nice. For a change. To smile... am I getting infatuated again???<br /><br />Speaking of which, I've been a sissy for a long time regarding women. There's one I need to have a serious heart-to-heart with. One who I want to catch up to. And some... well... :D<br /><br />Man up Ozy.<br /><br />But in the meantime, smile :Dozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-80113103312753195162007-08-23T01:06:00.000-07:002007-08-23T01:18:31.282-07:00In retrospectThese days, with my sister in town, I often find myself thinking about my high school days...of how I was as a person, of my convictions, passions...<br /><br />In retrospect I can say I was a very misguided individual, who claimed to be a realist just because he thought in the most depressing and plausible way. With such views I conducted myself in my day-to-day thinking. But as I looked into my relationships with people, with the people who I call my true friends, with the people who I have hurt, with the people who have hurt me; I find that I was quite the idealist.<br /><br />The convictions and principles that I fought for were quite fanciful. Looking back at the limits of jurisdictions given to teachers and students in SJCS and my reactions to them, I was always doing my thing (not my best) to attain a certain semblance to a certain model that I had grown into accepting. Work at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Judenites </span>I thought had to be professional (deadlines can be excused :D,) there is a certain pecking order (and I deserved my spot for spending 6 years in that paper!), a certain protocol, a certain system. These things I thought should be preserved. These things that really don't matter because you're just in some shitty high school paper. Because principles don't really matter back then, it's just do your work in any form whatsoever and kiss ass to the top. I was in too much of a hurry...too "professional." <span style="font-weight: bold;">By the way, if any undergrads in the paper are reading this, ask for a detailed breakdown of the publication fee.</span><br /><br />It was the same thing with the varsity, I expected people to conduct themselves in a certain matter. And again I pushed too far for people who just didn't care, and in the end were right.<br /><br />And now, I'm in college when these things matter. I quit <span style="font-style: italic;">The</span>GUIDON because it was TOO professional and another reason... My actions in my orgs are relaxed and unrefined. Where is the Osmond in high school I wonder.<br /><br />Life really knows how to throw those curveballs.<br /><br />I wish I could go back to high school, fix my life there and enjoy my college life.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-4102532763104522472007-07-03T20:20:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:38:42.588-07:00MoviesOk, I haven't had the chance to watch Ocean's 13 and Transformers. I think I'll just download the former, and with the latter I hope Direq doesn't forget that we're watching it together. :D<br /><br />What I was able to watch just recently are:<br />Cyrano de Bergerac<br />You Got Served<br />Evan Almighty (God bless the internet!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cyrano de Bergerac</span><br /><br />Well this movie was from 1990 with Gerrard Depardieu playing the lead. All I can say is that it's a must see. Depardieu shows why when non-French people hear the words "French actor," his name pops up. Brilliant acting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You Got Served<br /><br /></span>I'm contemplating downloading <span style="font-style: italic;">Stomp the Yard</span> now. This movie was just I don't know... lacking a whole lot of stuff, from acting to script, of course nothing on choreo (amazing dance moves!)<br /><br />It's just annoying how there are instances when the actors look like they forget their lines. The characters are just meh. It offers no new insights whatsoever as well as possibly painting a negative picture to whities and Asians. Call me paranoid but the ethnic differences between the groups and the character attachments are quite evident. And the whole Lil' Kim? WHAT THE HECK? She looked really weird there, and her script was exactly like what it is, a script. There is no trace of reality with what she was saying. Oh and the "father figure" big black guy whatever his name was? Just brushing off celeb security? WTF? Seriously, they should have pushed this character further I mean you can't really see how he's supposed to know everything when all he does at the start of the movie is host the dance contests.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evan Almighty</span><br /><br />Now this is a really really great movie. Of course there already is a suspension of belief about the seriousness of the characters. I mean Wanda Sykes as a congressman's assistant? No way.<br /><br />The movie plays around a lot with the characters. There's a lot of puns and figurative language going on that contribute to the humor of the movie. Note major corporate sponsorship from General Electric and Idiot's Guide :p<br /><br />But seriously the story and the direction were excellent. The camera angles show clearly the characters "God" and "Man."<br /><br />The story this time is God calls Evan Baxter who's campaign slogan is "Change the World" to change the world after Baxter prays to God for the ability to do so. God sets Baxter with Noah's (of Ark fame) job. And from then on the story erupts to include the various themes of the movie.<br /><br />Following its predecessor <span style="font-style: italic;">Bruce Almighty, Evan Almighty </span>hosts several of the usual explanation to God's nature. The implications on prayer, faith, and fellowship are quite strong. It is shown quite clearly how men of faith are called by God and discriminate against by the populace. It is a clear symbol of how people act when they see things bigger than themselves playing in their lives. It really is a masterfully-written script, you have to see it to understand the nuances of the characters of the movie. And in the end, there is a very beautiful message for all of us, but there's a spoiler alert.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The "Ark" is given by the movie a new meaning. It is termed as an <span style="font-weight: bold;">a</span>ct of <span style="font-weight: bold;">r</span>andom <span style="font-weight: bold;">k</span>indness. Despite is literal figure given in the movie, the Ark symbolizes that each person has the power to change the world by helping each other out. Just as the litereal Ark works on a form of contagion (population increase) thus so is the treatment of random acts of kindness.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-35856057849758765642007-07-03T20:16:00.001-07:002007-07-03T20:20:34.216-07:00"Well you just work here!"This is a very very overdue post. I had thought about blogging about this since...a few months ago when my relatives from Canada and my family went to Greenbelt to shop. We were at Greenbelt whatever, that place with the fancy shops and little to no people.<br /><br />So after a while my cousin started to notice that the salesladies and salesnotquitemen were giving the "customers" once overs. And thus the title of the post.<br /><br />"Well you just work here!"<br /><br />Isn't it funny how people are able to put themselves on pedestals and then proceed to judge and condemn other people? Oh yeah, without deserving to be on those pedestals.<br /><br />Really bad management.<br /><br />*trivia, after converting some stuff are more expensive HERE than in Canada.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-4212414434997378492007-07-03T20:07:00.000-07:002007-07-03T20:16:00.963-07:00Confused. Tired.July 2<br /><br />It's 8 am, I wake up, then there's this eureka moment. "Isn't today the deadline for the Comm Res review of literature?" I scramble for my notebook and check. Yes. There in clean and plain writing was: Deadline: July 2. And for two weeks I had thought it was July 4...<br /><br />My class is at 9:30-10:30. That is the deadline as well. I am so screwed... Getting to AdMU takes an hour in commuting. How much more time will I have to write that damned paper. Oh and I'm supposed to have at least 5 journal articles as sources. I'm so screwed.<br /><br />I bring my laptop to school, head over to the lib and start the measly paper. After 5 hours I was done.<br /><br />This is really disappointing. I need a better reminder system.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-41396721189190340242007-06-17T08:26:00.000-07:002007-06-17T08:28:57.611-07:00UpdatesThe next time somebody says "beware of sugar rush" I will be.<br /><br />Not many updates but my list of things to do is quite long, as usual. Procrastinating is EVIL!!!!!<br /><br />Gotta make time for the important stuff.<br /><br />lol I can't quite remember why I'm blogging right now but oh wells. Til the next post.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-15370649431000333582007-06-09T09:50:00.000-07:002007-06-09T09:58:02.062-07:00Summer DazeA rather uneventful summer.<br /><br />The RegCom first sem has officially, but not technically, ended and now I'm home. I'm pretty grateful for a lot of things right now. Like the 7 hour sleep I'll be getting. I just hope my sore left eye heals, as well as my cold sores...<br /><br />Because of this RegCom session, I've met a lot of new people. It's a fun experience but ultimately quite taxing on one's physical and mental health. Either way I've had my fill of enjoyment, school starts quite soon.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I played Ultimate Frisbee (dramatic music) yesterday! Fun times, though I seriously suck at catching the damn frisbee, in the "assist" part, I'm pretty okay.<br /><br />Tonight was the banquet and Rana and I sang Crazy For You. Well Rana sang and I dramatized :p I really, really have to fix my inhibitions.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-87620317703306710342007-05-30T10:24:00.000-07:002008-04-03T05:04:35.852-07:00Independent Days<span style="font-weight: bold;">Living Alone</span><br /><br />Ok, it’s my second night alone in Mau’s pad. I must say living alone is quite enjoyable. I’m cooking my own food; stuffing my laundry somewhere-I-can’t-smell-them-until-I-start-to-and-then-I’ll pop-them-in-the-cleaners. Not bad. I’m back to prepaid for a few days, and for some reason I can’t log into my YM account. I still have so much to do… I need sleep. RegCom stuff again tomorrow. Cooking really eats up a lot of my time, not to mention washing the dishes and pots.<br /><br />Argh. I have to finish this typing job! And why the hell do I keep forgetting to buy toilet paper?!?!?!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stealing Candy from a Baby</span><br /><br />The world is a big, scary place. People aren’t who they seem to be, whether they intend to or not. Not everyone sees the world as you do. As surely as you say one thing is the truth, the next person is also as sure to say another thing is the truth. Truth, is opined. The world is subjective, one’s ethics doesn’t reflect the other. Trust is a very tough issue. How can a person entrust something to someone? How can someone put himself/herself out there?<br /><br />So what is left?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Bawal Umihi Dito.</span><br /><br />(Yes my fellow Ateneans, I‘m waaaaaaay behind on the reflection paper, but it just came to me.)<br /><br />People create spaces where they are in control, where they rule. These places are so special because in our world today, each person is assigned tasks. There are roles that each person plays, and every time he/she fulfills the duties those roles entail, he/she answers to someone higher up.<br /><br />After all the stress, it is easy to see why people need to lay claim to objects, or spaces, or traits. “Mine” is empowerment. “Mine” is triumph over authority. “Mine” is possession. And when these personal spaces are usurped, one loses his/her hold on himself/herself. And the usurper, willingly or unwillingly, takes away something special from a person and gains something that may or may not be special to him. The scales may be balanced but the objects on the scale aren’t the same. For example, a person may mean lust to another or companionship to another person. And the objects (for lack of a better term) taken define themselves differently as well. Life is an amalgam of definitions and subtexts. Living in our day and age takes a certain cognitive intuition. Sounds strange doesn’t it, because I‘m pretty sure I‘m using a wrong term but forgive me, it‘s 12:50 in the morning…? But think about it, an average person goes out, throughout the day he/she will meet a lot of people. This includes the passers-by, policemen, waiters, not only one’s co-workers or fellow students. What makes you trust these people. Of course they aren’t going to randomly take out a knife and stab you to death (but you never know lol…) but the thing is, how do you know what thoughts each person you run into entertain? How many people are megalomaniacs? How many people feel like they ought to kill someone? How many people feel that they can trust you? With your cognitive intuition, you try hard to assess that person and see if you can let that person into your life.<br /><br />Experience is the best teacher, that is how we can sharpen our ability to tell apart who to trust and who not to trust. Because eventually, you will let someone into your heart, and they will break it. And I’m not just speaking in the romantic sense, or love in all it’s baggage for that matter. All we can do is pick up the pieces and make sure these things don’t happen again.<br /><br />But hey theoretically you are bound to run into people who you connect with. These are the people whom you read about in all those inspirational texts. These are your real friends. You know like having one real friend is a fortunate thing and all that. Not “best,” “real.” There’s a difference because with real friends, trust becomes easy, love becomes a familiarity. These are the people who will willingly sacrifice themselves to help each other without a quid pro quo subtext. These are the people who will share their lives with you. These are the people who will be beside you as you live and die. And of course, you will reciprocate that trust and do as much as you can for those friends.<br /><br />Hm…I’ll stop now, I think I have to start pissing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watchlist</span><br /><br />Well I’ve got a couple of stuff to watch here for when I get bored, which I often do but for some reason never really get a fair amount of time to practice.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cyrano de Bergerac</span> (Woot got subs!)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lady in the Water</span> (It wouldn‘t play in the DVD player…)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Y Tu Mama Tambien</span> (heehee…)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">City of God</span> (I know I‘m way behind)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Darker Than Black</span> (Saw the first episode and it seemed kinda meh but I’ve downloaded up until episode 7. We’ll see if it is worth continuing.)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A Clockwork Orange</span> (Seeing Sai in The Wedding Singer show reminded me that I have yet to watch it and return it to her.)<br /><br />And up next in the download spree<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">History Boys</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Spammalot Bootleg</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wicked Bootleg</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some more librettos :D</span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-18575766050110146902007-05-22T10:06:00.000-07:002007-05-22T10:13:02.404-07:00Updates<span style="font-weight: bold;">Toys</span><br /><br />mm.... DSL is good. :D Torrents... mm...<br /><br />Sharpies... whee......:D Me happy.<br /><br />And I'm in the process of getting drains again :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How I Met Your Mother<br /><br /></span>I'm in a production, a double bill entitled Not Another Cup of Coffee from Roofdeck Productions. I'm really having a lot of fun and things are going...well not great since I'm not delivering as much as my boss likes but things are fine.<br /><br />What I really love about it is the pegs that I have been given. And thus my bosses have introduced me to this show. Hahaha addictions galore. This is the first straight-up sitcom I've followed and seen in a while. And I'm enjoying it a lot!<br /><br />I'll be performing around August. Nood kayo ah!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Girlfriend Who Lives in Canada<br /><br /></span>To those who get the allusion good for you. But no I am referring to my relatives who have come over to Manila for a while. That being said I think I will be out and about these next few days until my RegCom duties drag me out of the house for two weeks of hellish and ultimately fulfilling volunteer work. Going to be living in Mau's pad. Woot! That's at least 2 hours of extra sleep EVERY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-74017619244693239332007-05-22T09:21:00.000-07:002007-05-22T10:05:45.215-07:00Some reviewsThe Pursuit of Happyness<br /><br />A very inspiring and well-made script, refined with great casting and acting makes a movie great. People should flock to see this if they want a tear-jerker.<br /><br />The Banquet<br /><br />Now this is quite an amazing story. Though I feel the movie was trying hard to become an art film with all the excess scene and symbolic devices shots.<br /><br />Basically The Banquet revolves around the treacheries/trickeries of the leading lady. It really hearkens the days of vile court officials and poisonous alliances. And even with the politicking there is the recurring idea of love which just makes the movie brilliant. And of course the accurate and exquisite portrayal of the life and times of the Chinese court!!! Excellent!<br /><br />The crafting of the characters are excellent, from the innocent servant to the haughty empress! Brilliant work! And the ending was exquisite! After that well-delivered speech, her death was just so unexpected and that made for a great coup d' grace ending!<br /><br />Zhang Zi Yi kinda has this scary smile/look doesn't she? When she smiles with her teeth out...<br /><br />House of Flying Daggers<br /><br />Erm... Nothing much to see here. Not much emphasis on the relevance of the House of Flying Daggers... The movie centers on a love triangle, with lots of fighting in between! The knife-throwing scenes are just well um... off. Great fight scenes though! But anyway there are strong themes of love, duty, and fanaticism involves here. Great plot twists but all in all a very weak script makes for a meh movie.<br /><br />Little Miss Sunshine<br /><br />I was laughing from the start of this movie. This is sheer genius. The exposition at the dinner table was just golden. After hearing those exchanges you KNOW it's going to be a brilliant movie.<br /><br />Seriously it's an excellent laugh trip even without reading into the script for deeper subtexts. And the script! Masterfully written! When the father said "good luck" I was already applauding the movie! And the daughter was just exceptional in the stock character of a curious and innocent child. Her exchanges with the Miss America was it? about ice cream really emphasizes how children view consequences and role models. From the start of the film one could already see that the themes of beauty and judgment would be running all through-out the movie. As the father's program is further explained the definitions of winners and losers are in themselves words of brilliant script writers.<br /><br />The whole "life is a beauty pageant" was a recurring concept throughout the movie. The brother who committed suicide kept saying that he was America's number 1 scholar as a sign that he still clings to his laurels. To the father, winning and losing is the beauty pageant. To the grandfather, the beauty pageant is his family. To the mother...well holding things together I guess but I think I have to watch the movie again to see her tie into this concept. The son explained the whole concept! To the daughter the apparent physical beauty pageant is there.<br /><br />The scenes of the Little Miss Sunshine Pageant were quite disturbing as those little girls were literally dolled up. The skanky clothing and routines? Or over-rouged and sprayed hair? The clothes? They all stand in contrast to our heroine who goes about the pageant as bluntly as a stone. But that is our culture as the son says. Everything is a fucking beauty pageant. Has our lives been transformed to hold a judgmental image culture? The whole porn star routine, though tagged as inappropriate for the conventional talents and shows, further illustrates the message that everything in life that we do is judged by other. Conventions and traditions are held sacred and those that seek to break the status quo aren't given any dinero for their time. This is quite a serious implication but I do mean, in the context of the story since the girl didn't know what she was doing, that people are being processed and compacted to meet expectations. Beauty pageants are homogenizing each and every single event in our lives.<br /><br />The ending can bring its viewers to tears because the scenes were just so damn funny. As the family joins in the porn star dancing, they illustrate the defiance they have with those who dare step on people's dreams. And with their display of rather funny choreography they have solidified their positions as family. No judgments, no beauty pageant. To each his own niche in the family on the verge of breaking down.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833296307734326097.post-42024750498831714272007-05-22T08:30:00.000-07:002007-05-22T09:20:33.709-07:00Spiderman 3 ReviewSpiderman 3<br /><br />All right this is one of the big 3s! (Pirates, Shrek) And after months of anticipation...........................<br />What a let-down. Sure the action scenes were great. But come on the movie should have been edited or something to trim it down to 2 hours. It saw like a TV series. <span style="font-style: italic;">Will Mary Jane ever pick the man she truly loves, find out during the next episode where [DEUS EX MACHINA] the butler reveals all!!!<br /><br /></span>or<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Previously on Spiderman.<br />"You were always a disappointment, Harry."<br />"Avenge ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br />(Scene opens. Harry sits on a couch, a therapist has just stepped out to take a leak.)<br />"Damn daddy issues."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>or<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jazz music. Peter enters with the "changed man look.")<br />Peter comes out of a shop with a new ensemble and starts doing his disturbing dances.<br />"You can't sing, you can't dance. What are you even here for?"<br />(American Idol theme plays.)<br /><br /></span>OK, seriously. The movie did have its moments. Things just weren't really cohesive. And Raimi's penchant for side comments and shenanigans really doesn't help. Some of them may be important with the character build-up but with 2 frickin movies prior to this I highly doubt if you need that much bullshit/extra scenes to build the characters.<br /><br />From what I can remember:<br />1. The waiter at the restaurant where Peter was supposed to propose. It was funny but they could've cut down 2 minutes from there.<br />2. Harry telling his Butler to get some food. Apparently this signals that the Osbourne family actually has a butler.<br />3. Mary Jane and Harry dancing to the Twist. Now there might be some symbolic reference to the Twist but the whole thing was just a fun moment. On that note, Mary Jane you skanky whore! And you Parker, moron! Same with the fallen omelet. Fallen friendship. Sad really... Or maybe I'm over-reading.<br />4. The singing of Mary Jane's replacement. And the "That was handled (something something)" by the directors. The whole Mary Jane losing the role because her voice couldn't reach the back just doesn't make sense. Did everyone get a good look at that theater? I mean some people have loud voices but I doubt if people could sing and have everyone hear without a frickin microphone. Yeesh.<br /><br />Now on to the characters!<br /><br />Venom. Erm... As Kester pointed out, the only reason why SpideyVenom was uber strong was because Spiderman already had his own powers. Where did Venom get his powers? Hm...? He was so pissed that he got so strong? Or maybe the symbiote absorbed Peter's powers... (Maybe this one, something I didn't pay attention to while the good doctor was explaining.) Which leads us to...<br /><br />Doctor... something. :D I'm sorry but with what sort of materials are you able to understand and diagnose the symbiote. It's so Marvel really.<br /><br />Sandman. WTF was he even doing in the movie?!!?!<br />"He could learn a thing or two from Gaara"- Bola.<br />Hahaha good one. Since apparently he was the one who killed Uncle Ben, the script writers just debased the whole "With great power comes great responsibility" scthick that was so essential in the molding of Spiderman's character. Oh speaking of crappy script writing, we move on to the...<br /><br />Butler. I wonder if Stewey actually possessed the Butler in Spidermans 1 and 2 and then signed a contract that made him miss a Spiderman 3 appearance. Imagine this:<br /><br />"That's right boys. Fight to the death! While I take all your armaments and wealth to rule the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!L33t eleventy-one!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br /><br />COME ON! SERIOUSLY, the Butler is the sign that the script writers seriously didn't know what they had to do to have the movie progress to the epic friendship pawns the world Naruto psychobabble! I mean they had to wait 2 movies? WHAT? Pathetic writing. Which leads us to...<br /><br />Harry. I have no idea how many times he flashed the "dumb jock smile" but it sure got the girls' votes. Because I don't think he ever smiled that way in Spiderman 1. Yep daddy issues... When he helped Spiderman it was quite apparent that he was going to die. Why? Love triangle stuff that apparently the script writer didn't want to pursue. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span> Which moves us on to...<br /><br />Mary Jane. I dunno but she may have been the start of the emo stuff. EMO you say?<br /><br />Peter. Disturbing. Very disturbing. But very well-performed by Toby Maguire. I just think it was exaggerated. But hey it's Raimi so those little vignettes sorta kinda make sense.<br /><br />And as we progress through the movie people can (well maybe over-reading) pick up some racist stuff. Notice the impotent cops. Of what skin are they...? Hm... But who knows I may be just over-reading.<br /><br />The most annoying part of the movie was the whole AMERICA PAWNS EVERYTHING crap. I mean all the whole 911 allusions? Newscaster talking, scene location? AND THE MOST GOLDEN MOMENT.<br /><br />I don't have a picture... Remember when he was web-slinging around New York and he stops and has a MOMENT with the American Flag as a backdrop. Erm yeah...<br /><br />MY GOD! That was a very blatant American propaganda scene. But of course I'm just reacting to it because I'm not an American...Damn them why couldn't they have had made the Philippines one of their states way back.ozyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03474611734935778442noreply@blogger.com1