a swan song

the swan and the tiger

i am tiger
you are swan
we are different
but we are one

you are swan
my elegant prey
youve spread your wings
and flown away
i watch the skies all night and day
could i jump high enough
to make you stay

i am tiger
heed my roar
nature's beast son
carnivore
these stripes just dont make sense no more
tame me
like you did before

i am tiger
you are swan
we were one
but now are none

wish, mister

the birthday's coming up in a couple of weeks and the blessed blessing of a babe has coaxed me into making a wishlist. first one i ever made. i have always tried to put a list of wants and needs on my blog's sidebar but i never got past "straightjacket." that's the first thing that surfaces in my mind when im asked. i guess i just have too many and too ridiculous wishes that an unconstrained wishlist would be pointless. so, anyway, i made this list with one integral parameter: 100 peso price limit. not sure if i'm getting any of these but wishing has the same price as dreaming, right?

1. book - since i have no other form of entertainment in my new crib (other than the occasional visits from my muse), i have turned to reading again. been a while since i picked up a book and turned pages. anyways, booksale holds some rare gems under a hundred bucks. if you search enough, you could find something really profound with a 30-peso price tag. but please, no romance novels with muscled men on the covers.

2. mikmik - this is heaven in powder form. i miss the chocolatey coughing fits.

3. dvd - the growth of my dvd collection has slowed down. i remember going on a hunt and going home with a bagful. leave the cherrypicking to me, any movie will do as long as it's not made by a filipino. i dont mind getting a second copy of something i already have either. anyway, im not particularly a fan of the in-1's (still prefer the thick-cased single movies with complete features), but if there's a good one in there, sure why not?

4. cheap pizza - tastes nowhere near like the branded ones but yummy enough to satisfy.

5. globe load - i barely use my globe phone anymore so why is this here? well, globe still is the only network that has a signal anywhere so this would be for emergency purposes. and likely to thank anyone who greets me through text.

6. movie (sm batangas) - tickets are relatively cheaper in batangas than in manila. which is why i've managed to treat the whole family once or twice.

7. chicharon bituka - am i the only one who eats this?

8. beer - the thing i really wish is those old long happy hours of boozing and talking with luigi and the gang when getting dead drunk didnt matter. i don't think i'll ever get to experience that again.

9. clover chips - i think clover chips contributed to my weight gain while i was in peoplesupport. every day, on both 15-minute breaks, i'd munch on them with some hot choco on the side. every day.

10. jolly hotdog chilli cheese - haven't tried it because i usually go to jollibee for full meals. i'd take this as a snack. so, yeah, get me one.

11. striptease - exclusively for my other and better half. she knows this. i have bugged her several times. she already has the "costume" i require. all she needs to do is to show up in it, play something saxophoney and start gyrating. she virtually doesn't have to spend a single centavo, unless her routine calls for a pole.

12. massage - again, another zero-cashout gift c/o my superheroine unless the massage material isn't readily available. it doesn't matter really (oil, lotion, powder, melted chocolate) as long as it is okay to fall asleep.

13. self-made stuff - you know, the custom cards, the mixtapes, etc. probably the one i resort to the most when it comes to gift-giving, mainly because about half the time i'm with someone, i'm broke. good thing is, i'm quite creative meaing the possibilities are endless. i dont know, i just never run out of ideas to do shit like this. the recipient's smile is very rewarding. anyways, i dont think anyone has ever done something similar for me. if there was, i dont remember.

the thing is, yes, i do appreciate any kind of gift, however i cannot promise i would like it, especially if the object is something i hate in the first place. i mean, yeah, it is the thought that counts, but if someone whips me up some vegetable salad, i'd thank them, but i would not eat it because i would die. that's not as thoughtful as it sounds now, huh? so, to anyone out there planning to hand, here's your reference. not that i am actually expecting anyone to go out of their way. but just in case some good soul out there is as much of a gift-giver as i am. thank you in advance, stranger.

p.s.p is what i really want. rrrrr.
p.p.s. thank you, large hadron collider, for not destroying the universe just yet.

the embarrassing

question: what is more humiliating than daydreaming on a mall stroll, entering the restroom, peeing in the stalls nearest to the door while wondering if the air vent above had a surveillance camera, washing your hands while pondering why there seems to be too many sinks only to realize that it is because there are no urinals and then finding out from a puzzled lady janitor that you're inside the women's restroom?

answer: so one day i decided to buy undergarments for my hot girlfriend. it wasn't a hard decision to make. the thought of her sexylicious body in the lingerie of my choice...hmm, i guess it was quite a "hard" one. but what i meant was, it came easy. okay... let us move along, shall we? the undies she already own are fine and dandy (in fact, she could wear adult diapers and she'd still be sexy). i just wanted to buy her new ones because 1) so she could sort of "wear" me; and 2) i'm a perv. so off i went to the mall and bravely entered unfamiliar territory: the ladies' underwear section. i was surrounded not only by numerous racks of straps, underwires, lace and strings but also by members of the female species in varying ages, mostly oldies, giving the lone male (me) suspicious looks, making the uncomfortable moment even more uncomfortable. but i ignored them and focused on the mission.

since i've had previous ponderings of the matter, i already had an idea of what the heart of my bottom desired. it was either something red or black or an amalgamation of both. i scoured the bra and panties jungle for a long, sweaty while. the red ones where in a shade meant for grannies and the black ones looked boring. i was nearly hopeless when i found this black combo with red ribbon thingies. and it was pretty inexpensive. i immediately called the closest sales clerk's attention and asked for the one in my love's size. i thought they came in a box but thought wrong when she handed me the goods as is and gestured to the counter. female underwear in hand, i walked to a different counter because the one she pointed had too many people at it. i placed the bunched up undergarments on the counter, slapped my money beside it and waited, itching to make like a tree and get the hell out of there at once.

but then it had been written in stardust that it was my moment for public shame. the cash register woman and her bagger buddy argued about the price tag because there was one on the bra but none on the panties. the bagger insisted that the price was for both. cash register woman didn't agree. this went on for a while and a line of shoppers began to form behind me. the two counter blockheads then chose to finally learn the truth with the least regard for discretion: they waved the underwear in the air, shouting the brand to call the attention of the sales clerks 50 yards away. sales clerks that took a while to get the message. around this time, i remembered the red undies for old ladies because i felt my face was in that color. a clerk eventually arrived to clear the non-issue (price was for both, of course) and the transaction was made. i grabbed the plastic bag and my change swiftlier than a phone snatcher. i left the scene, dodging stares. relief.

then again, it was all worth it when i laid my eyes on the goddess of all things cute and sexy wearing the goods. i don't want to go into details. let's just say that a subsequent explosion happened in my nether regions. the end.

p.s. please don't say i'm a cheap bastard. i was willing to shell out more than a thousand bucks for the victoria's secret kind of stuff but i didnt know where they sold those. help, anyone?
p.p.s. but it is entirely okay to say i am a pervert. guilty as charged.
p.p.p.s. coming soon: her birthday gift.

back off, mtrcb

back off, i say. do not lay a fuckin finger on this movie.

p.s. = photoshop. [evil grin]

THE RUINS by jaiskizzy

the gist: two couples are enticed by a german dude to spend the last day of their mexican vacation gawking at the ruins of a mayan temple hidden in the jungle. as soon as they arrive at the site, they get a warm welcome from the locals: their greek companion takes an arrow to the shoulder and a bullet to the head. the terrified tourists are forced to climb the hill-like structure where a far worse enemy lurks, thirsting for their blood. dum-dum-dum!

word of advice, travellers: if you're going on a trip to a place where you've never been before and you're not familiar with the people, especially if it's jungle, do not watch this movie before the trip. really, it will murder your plans. it's been years since ive been into one, the taal volcano trek of doom, and i dont think i'd have agreed to it if i saw this movie beforehand. going off the beaten track into precarious terrain with gun-toting strangers? i'd be like, no, thanks, i'd like to keep the skin on my legs. anyways, this is a pretty fucked-up movie that'll will surely make non-outdoors people stay under their rocks and it's pretty hard to say anything about it without giving spoilers. mum's the word on the movie's antagonist...

(drumming fingers on desk) okay. so, this is kinda like hostel, foreigners experiencing the ultimate culture shock, except there's no machines or tools of gruesome death. well, there's a pulley but it's meant only to transport people in and out of the hill/temple. that place has got some nifty interiors, btw. gore fans (like me) will not be disappointed though, thanks to the leader dude who puts his med school knowledge to good, gory use. i find it a bit amusing though that this movie is basically about survival and the leader dude named jeff looked and was dressed like jeff probst, the host of survivor.

no scares, just nice tension between the characters and the proper amount of cringe-inducing gore, no celebs, except maybe for iceman who tried to disguise himself with an afro-ish haircut and beard, and also didnt use his super cool powers to defeat the enemy. there was a little t&a in the beginning, but it wasnt the cute chick with the glasses. i do think they could have made a better ending by solving the "problem" and then reveal that there's just a similar but bigger "problem" that exists a few blocks away. plus, you cant let those murderous mexicans just get away with their shit.

based on a book which i havent read, the ruins is a good little thriller sans a serial killer. not a horror movie per se, but it delivers in areas a lot of the recent fright flicks failed to. i suddenly remembered that weird scene from evil dead...

the good: tension, gore, story.
the bad: slow start.
the ugly: i squirmed when jeff made cuts to stacy's body to get the [spoiler] out.
the verdict: 7 phone rings.


the ruined.

nine

i want us to fight over the space on the bed, possession of the remote control and dinner destination decisions. i want to have long, going-off-tangent conversations on unrelated topics that begin with the uselessness of the appendix (other than to have appendicitis) and end with the binary form of words. i want to feel the relief of stretching strained muscles caused by complete absence of motion in an uncomfortable position because you have fallen asleep on my chest and your spit has caked on my nipple. i want to be smothered with unending sweet kisses and overly tight embraces. i want to choke laughing at the sound and smell of your fart. i want to make love to you, watching the beautiful contortions of your face and then you'd look at me and ask: "what's wrong?" and i'd say: "absolutely nothing." followed by your celestial moans all the way to supernova.

in other words,

i want to be with you.

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P. S. I LOVE YOU by jeeanfoxy

ok, before you snare at what you just read, let me just say that the title doesn't give justice to the movie. it isn't as cheesy as you think. or maybe that's just me. it's a chick flick for cryin out loud! but i do think guys could get something out of this. you don't have rocks for hearts, do you guys? *smug*

"A young widow discovers that her late husband has left her 10 messages intended to help ease her pain and start a new life."

starring:
Hilary Swank
Gerard Butler ( fyi, he's King Leonidas, bitches! )
Lisa Kudrow
Kathy Bates

my cousin meggy came home today and as a bonding moment we watched this movie in her room.

so here's the deal, let's cut the crap.

i'm impressed. the dialogues were long but nonetheless entertaining. the story is somewhat different from the rest of the chick flicks i've seen and it kept me guessing what was gonna be the resolution. lovezit. it was a little dragging though, a bit confusing at times (i always needed to tell the flashbacks and the imagination apart) but the context was intense, romantic, realistic, heavy, but it never failed to give me the good ol' "awwwww...". it was drama with a pint of comedy and just the right mix of love.

and goddamit those filming locations are superb!!!
( if it's CGI, then wtf, i don't care. )

here are some of my favorite lines.

Gerry Kennedy/Gerard Butler:
Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

Holly Kennedy/Hilary Swank:
[crying] When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then, and then he died! What was the point? I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean you're alone no matter what.

Holly Kennedy/Hilary Swank:
Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what?


Jeeanfoxy:
Love is forever. It's a blackhole that's hard to get out of. You can turn into shreds or just disappear. But the weird thing about it is we love the feeling of not being able to get out. Love conquers our being. It unleashes our inner selves and our truest needs and wants. And if we die in this black hole confused, in denial, and alone, the important thing is we had the chance to experience all the risks, the falls, and the renaissance, and we regret no more. It is the reality that we're all afraid of. Why? Because once again, we know, we can't get out of it. There's no stopping it. It sucks you in and drains you of your strength. It drained me. It did. It still does. But to my surprise, the pain it causes me gives me happiness because the pain always ends, and the pleasure afterwards seems better. You and I have entered into the world of uncertainty and moments tainted with sinful thoughts and inescapable agony, fear and hope, but still, love is there, and suddenly the ocean breeze whispers, "I'm wind. I can be stronger, I can be a storm, but I'm still me, and you're still together. And then I disappear, and you realize that you're in each others' arms, closer than ever, your everlasting warmth keeping you alive."

That warmth, is nothing else, but love.
And I'm keeping it.

I'm alive. Love keeps me breathing.

xoxo
Jeean

ps.
I love you.


*yes. the cinemafia is open for chick flick reviews as well, as long as they're as good as this. -don skizzo