Tuesday, November 16, 2010

that girl on the moon

Hello world. Since I'm only limited to 5 words a day on the Extra Credit blog, I decided to come home to the AwayTeam for one night only- what a momentous occasion.



I've been getting frustrated with the lack of followers and feedback on the extra credit blog lately. Im also ashamed to say a bit jealous of my girlfriend and her blog. She's been getting all kinds of feedback and attention from people (guys). Though I can't deny that's it's all for good reason. She's not your average  chick who blogs about make up and gossip. She's well versed in music&fashion with an eye for literature and art. And let's not forget that she's beautiful. The brainy beauty is the perfect 1 2 punch that appeals to male and females readers. I can't knock the fact that she's doing something right so kudos to her for being a success. Its her time to shine and i should let her have that. I'm lucky to have that girl on the moon. (I hella <3 you baby)

This whole things made me realize that I stopped writing for the love of it. I got caught up in numbers and I need to get back to the old me. So for now on, I'm just going to write just to write again. I wouldn't mind a few friggin comments every once and a while though.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Fifth Date

Netflix Streaming has changed my life.

Now, I'm completely internet savvy. So, spare me the criticism of paying for something that can be recovered with a little steadfast navigation through the pirate infested torrents in the meaningless sea that is the internet.

But, seriously, changed my life.

It has mad me comfortable and complacent as they constantly bombard me with movies that were kind of like movies that I said I kind of liked. All the television programming that was supposed to be kind of good and I had never intended to delve into is now available at the touch of a mousepad.

And it changes your life.

On some unassuming weeknight when Shelly's over and we've got nothing else to do and are too lazy to go anywhere is where Netlix makes its greatest impact.

That's how we came across Cash Back.

This movie came out a few years ago and was transplanted here from across the pond with a mass of international and indie accolades. But, when it landed, nobody cared. Is it a great movie? Not by any means. But, faithful readers will remember that those make for the best movie dates.

Ben Willis (Sean Biggerstaff) is an art student who just elicits empathy. After a terrible break up with his girlfriend, he develops insomnia which allows him to develop Dragonball Z style time-freezing abilities. This all comes about as he picks up a job at a supermarket to fill in the time he spends not sleeping and without the aid of a gravity chamber.

So, instead of robbing banks or fighting crime or doing anything awesome with his newfound time manipulation powers, he instead uses them to introspect and reflect about past loves and his emerging emotional interest in coworker and cashier Sharon Pinty (Emilia Fox).

Maybe it's the frailness of his look and soft speech or the fact that you spend most of the first 30 minutes of the movies trying to place him as Oliver Wood in the Harry Potter movies, but Biggerstaff's character allows you to move past his pathetic emotional state and swim in the sweetness of the language of his internal monologue which dominates most of the movie.

Overall, this movie earns itself the rating of FIFTH DATE. (Best used as a filler when no other plans can or have been made.)

The whole movie itself is messy, disorganized and does its best to convince you it's being artistic instead of feeling incomplete, but, that isn't the point. It's the fifth date and you've made it this far. You're just looking to hang out a little more and didn't have anything better planned. You're likely still trying to sell yourself as a romantic catch that could work out in the long run.

Again, as I've previously mentioned there are many paths to a relationship, but I do love my mildly entertaining indie romantic comedies. The kind of movie with a plethora of devastatingly catchy romantic one-liners that lend themselves to playful self-referencing flirtation. It's a gimmick that has served me well. So, to each Cuntsucker their own. Seriously, try it out. Let me know how it works.

Oh, also, there's this scene where Ben uses his art student shtick to justify disrobing all of the female customers at the supermarket and sketch them. So, you're basically getting away with one there. Boobies everywhere. Everywhere. Awesome.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Whaddya mean Prop 19 didn't pass?!?!

My mother was 6 months pregnant.

A despot implicated in as many political transgressions as you can name, Ferdinand Marcos was for all intents and purposes, a man who got what he had coming.

My mother was at the end of her second trimester. That was when she hit the block with 2,000,000 of her contemporaries on EDSA in protest of his regime.

24 years, she comes into my room this past Tuesday and asks if I had voted.

"Yeah, I did earlier today."

"Oh, I totally forgot. Where's the polling place?"

In her defense, it was different then. Much different.

[This is a interesting]

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Dougie

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Hibernation

Have I ever shared with you my theory of relativity?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

My Secret Girlfriend (Vol. I)

A secret tryst. A hidden letter. Feelings that you just can't control.

Now, I've always been a commitment guy. And, not just some guy who falls into a relationship and feels too complacent, too comfortable, too lazy to introspect and see if long-term is what he's really after. No, commitment means something to me and so much more.

But, with that said, the heart wants what it wants. The spark that lights the fire in your gut is never under your mind's control. I would never do anything to hurt my other half, but, some things cannot be helped. I hate to have to air out my dirty laundry in such a way, but, I need this weight lifted off my shoulders.

I have a secret girlfriend.

Her name is Ellen Wong. We're in imaginary love in our imaginary affair. Shelly already knows.

We met the other night when she was having her heart ripped out by Scott Pilgrim. You know, if it weren't for the way he treated her . . . if it weren't for how empathetic I felt at that moment . . . this might have never happened. I mean, if you saw this girl left heartbroken in a record store by Michael Cera . . . wouldn't you do something?