present day

remember, remember the 26th of september...

erai was the first person to greet me. i received a text message from her at exactly 12 midnight (at least from my time) that said: "hpi hpi hpi bday jai. mwuah". greetings poured in afterwards through texts, calls, picture messages, some from unexpected people. i was so sleepy but i replied to all of the texts. took me a while especially since some were awake enough to chitchat. i slept around 2am with the vibrate alert turned off.

from my family, my dad was the first one to greet, followed by yayie (my youngest sister), then jam (my younger sister), mama and finally nonoy (my bro). and then, of course, my favorite ninang, ninang mayet.

received a call from jennifer as i was walking to the tricycle stop, headed for work. yes, i decided to work on my birthday because there was nothing to do at home if had pto-ed. my ps2's in batangas and my dvd player won't play the dvd9's i bought over the weekend. anyways, jennifer is my wonderful ex-girlfriend who remains a great friend to me. i couldn't wait to get home to batangas to see her gift which she almost gave to me when i visited her and her son ishq.

this is ishq. but when he gets angry, he becomes....

incredible ishq!

i wore a red shirt that my mom gave to me. it says "zero" in front but not like the one that billy corgan wore in the bullet with butterfly wings video. it's for those people who'd greet people wearing red a happy birthday. at least now they were right. not too many knew my birthday, just my close friends from my account. my supervisor however sent an outlook email with the subject: attention and a picture of an indian smoke signal birthday greeting cc:-ed to everyone. so the newly informed immediately followed suit and filled up my inbox. remember shaila? she greeted me and we had a funny/naughty email conversation which i was gonna post here with her permission but i changed my mind upon realizing how long this post might become.

my break buddy, paul, and i had lunch at the usual place. i did not invite anyone to join us but if anyone else had come with us, it was my treat. i was prepared. but since no one came forward, i only paid for paul's meal. which was good. more beer for me later.

i had my hockey mask with me and wore it half of the time i was there. it's my birthday and i'll pretend to be jason voorhees if i want to.

im going on a chopping spree

when the avaya clock stuck six, paul and i were out of the building in a jiff. he had to go to pasig and get his van from his bro who refused to drive it to makati. i waited just outside peoplesupport for randell, my high school pal. when he arrived, we walked towards chunky boy where dindo already was. i introduced the two dudes to each other, pointing out that both of them were influenced me negatively. while waiting for the others to come, we hung out and grabbed a bite at a nearby sisigan, courtesy of me. arnie showed up after a while and after she had her meal, we returned to chunkyboy and order a bucket of san mig light. erai and her two friends, tin and imee, arrived soon. more introductions. more beer. paul (or the flash, as we call him) came late as always. randell sang some senti songs (dont know why). dindo sang his own version of stp's plush (chupa-me... chupa-me...) and fell off his chair. paul sang his version of eheads' pare ko (ginahasa mo lang ako...). imee sang bring me to life with dindo, who invented his own lyrics in the rap part. we finished around 2am. paul dropped each of us off with his van. when i got home, there was a couple of cakes on the table from nonoy and jc.

birthday breakdown:
greetings: 1 shoutout, 2 picture messages, 5 phone calls, 29 emails, 57 text messages (wasn't able to count verbal)
material gifts: human shirt (erai), film keychain (katia), hockey mask (erai), teddy bear (glenna), cakes (nonoy & jc) trivia book (katia), transformers pillow and customizable mug (jennifer)
beers consumed: 8
happy birthday song: 0
pictures taken: 0

i was so happy that day. i felt so, un-alone, so loved. it was one of those days i wish would never end. just keep looping over and over, like groundhog day. i'd sleep half-drunk and then be awoken by a text message greeting me a happy birthday again and again and again. um, and again. anyways, did anyone else celebrate their birthday on the same day? other than t.s. elliot? anyone?

the end.

p.s. another great gift: natalie portman's butt (wes anderson)
p.p.s. the two last two pics were taken a while ago in my room a few hours after i had a haircut.

shut 'em up

something i really want to do is bring duct tape to the movie theater for anyone who talks too loud. especially the idiots trying to sound like they know it all. i admit, i do occasionally make comments related to the flick being shown but i have the courtesy to whisper it to my companion. these people, however, have no respect for others and act like they own the world. they better not get me on a bad day.

anyways, i saw shoot 'em up over the weekend and made a review that goes: carrot-munching clive owen reluctantly helps out a pregnant damsel in distress against the gunned goons going after her. amidst the shooting, the baby is delivered and the woman is killed. and so begins a cool as crazy bulletfest between this one-man army and, well, an army led by paul giamatti, all while playing papa to the newborn and trying not to lose concentration because of the steamy monica bellucci... (click here to continue)

cant wait for hitman.

SHOOT 'EM UP by jaiskizzy

the gist: carrot-munching clive owen reluctantly helps out a pregnant damsel in distress against the gunned goons going after her. amidst the shooting, the baby is delivered and the woman is killed. and so begins a cool as crazy bulletfest between this one-man army and, well, an army led by paul giamatti, all while playing papa to the newborn and trying not to lose concentration because of the steamy monica bellucci, who plays a lactating prostitute. yes, a lactating prostitue. will our mysterious hero reach complete trigger happiness? or will he run out of rounds and luck to dodge them bullets? and will the cops arrive late at the very end of the movie like pinoy action movies? i hope not. but even if it that was the case, i could care less. this movie had me at shot-the-umbilical-cord hello.

the reaction: i have this great idea for a pinoy action movie that will break through the norm and be the impetus for the next generation of pinoy action movies because seriously, it's pretty obvious everything's been the same and gotten so lame that they've practically stopped making them now. anyways, im not gonna tell what's it about since rippers-off (damn you!) are lurking about but it has a good way of making sense out of the necessary senseless gun violence, why the hero seems to never run out of bullets, how he's able to do all those stunts, et cetera. shoot 'em up, on the other hand, keeps the hero's secret a secret. it's hinted, but we basically have no idea who the heck he is, how he can do all those cool things and why he prefers carrots as his only source of sustenance (among other uses). maybe because it's good for the eyes? hmm. anyhow, such questions need not be asked since this film is obviously self-aware from the get-go (or get-gun?). it's deliberately cheesy and over-the-top and doesn't take itself seriously at all and so you shouldn't as well. yes, there's a story thrown in there, and characters, and an ounce of philosophy too, but the bottomline is it's just meant to give you a good time from bullet number one to the last.

an exgf once said hat clive owen was the best choice to play the next james bond after pierce brosnan decided to give up the bowtie. i personally thought hugh jackman was perfect for the role, but after seeing clive owen in this movie, i still think hugh jackman should have been bond. because i believe clive owen is better at being a rough curmudgeon than a suave lothario. he made eating a vegetable look carnivorous. on the other hand, monica bellucci once again channel her inner sex goddess as the hot female lead needed for an action movie equilbrium. it's not stereotyping. that's just how monica bellucci is. she could be covered in bird shit and i'd still think she's hot. stinky but hot.

kudos to the director for not resorting to bullet-time to make things cool. i love the matrix but we've practically had more than enough bullet-time from all the action movies that used it after. here, we have none of that, just a bunch of unusual ways to shoot and kill bad guys. sometimes with the baby in two.i couldn't pick a favorite since they were all so goddarn badass but my top two would be how he kills a group of henchmen in a van with just one gun and the sex scene shootout, although the latter was a bit of a letdown since monica bellucci, who never had a problem showing her goods, kept her skirt on and we saw nary a nipple (pause button?).still, it's fucking while shooting. sex and violence in one scene alone. awesome. i do have to complain about the soundtrack though. i know that an action film requires a heavy metal scoring but i felt like the songs chosen for this one were kinda off. i liked the songs out-of-movie but i never imagined nirvana's breed or motorhead's ace of spades would be appropriate for action sequences. maybe it's just me but i just think that it didn't have the same effect that pretty handsome awkward had when barricade chases bumblebee in the transformers movie.

not everybody will enjoy this movie. if senseless violence aint your cup of tea then keep your distance and waste no time making negative reviews you've already cooked up before even seeing it. you're just being a prick. but if you love the occasional brainless fun like no-strings-attached sex and riding rollercoasters (not limited to that of course, but you get the picture im trying to paint), then leave the kids at home and jump into the fray. with outrageous gunfights, downright silly one-liners scrunched into a disposable plot, shoot 'em up is a great way to take a break from the monotony of the pretentious, the remakes, the ripoffs, and the absolute crap movies of late. bull's eye...

the good: the action sequences and monica bellucci.
the bad: soundtrack.
the ugly: just the greenscreening in the sky shootout sequence.
the verdict: 8 carrots.


skiz 'em up

thursday the 20th

september definitely is my month.

i finally found and own something ive always wanted, and i mean always. when i was a kid, i'd stay up late just to watch movies, mostly horror, one of my favorites being the friday the 13th series. i dont know why i enjoyed seeing jason voorhees murder up some teenagers. i just did. since then, ive always always always wanted to have a hockey mask like jason. and it didn't have to be exactly like the one he wore. well, i was with erai (my lucky charm?) the other day and i serendipitiously found one. it's not quite what i had in mind but it was a hockey mask and i was not going home without it. plus it was pretty cheap. erai bought it for me and i was a very happy big boy.

done. gotta scram and o.d. on mikmik. take care, you all.

p.s. did you ask, erai who? i'll clear things up soon.

pre-birthday presents

my birthday's still about two weeks away and yet ive already received a couple of great gifts today.

one: as you can see, my blog is back! woohoo! for those in the dark, my hemorage blog disappeared into thin cyberspace air without warning. i don't know what actually happened, why it suddenly just wasn't there or who was behind it. i just pointed fingers and cursed the unknown culprit because i seriously did not delete it. so, i contacted blogger support and a couple of emails and hopeless googling later, my blog was resurrected. i was already in the process of making a new one and was gonna unveil it soon but since i got my original blog back, i just incorporated the new layout on it. and so, theatrics aside, i happily present to you the latest incarnation of my blog: the psycho path. thank you, danish of the blogger support team! i owe you a beer.

two: katia fedexed me something on tuesday and she wouldn't say what it was. so ever since, ive been so excited to go home to batangas because that's the address i gave to her (i have no idea what my boni address is). the moment i arrived here, that was the first thing i looked for. it was a large fedex envelope. still without a clue what it contained, i pulled the flap that says "pull here to open" and voila! it's a keychain with film thingies! there's a hollywood sign, a vintage film camera and two movie reels! wow! this keychain was made for me! a totally unexpected gesture. thank you, katia. you are such an angel.


that's it for now, folks. i wasn't planning on posting an entry today but good deeds by good people oughta be told to the world.

p.s. yep, links are still being fixed.