my moleskine.

Some people said that boredom could kill. Then I should be probably wandering now across the limbo, or meeting God in heaven, or perhaps lashing my woes in hell. But no, I'm perfectly alive, though a little bit insane and feeling creative at the same time. I finished reading "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien and somehow my spirits lifted a millimeter higher. Thanks to the over-the-counter drug they fondly called coffee. Lol. How should I summarized the book? Hmm..it was all very well to say that I was quite pleased by it and therefore understood the beginning part of the movie, The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. I have so many books in line for me to explore and direct at least in the realms of my imaginary movie studio. Blame it to the qualms created by those inferior movies investing on visual ambiguity. However, I'll talk more about The Hobbit some other time. I must not tarry now, for knowledge is dull when you feel the pang of hunger.

I also had now my new Moleskine Passions edition. I got the book-themed moleskin and it was nice. Journal. Journal. Journal galore. Pictures shown. Bye for now.

i am done, smoking gun, we'd lost it all...I AM THE ONE.

After sleeping for a long time and letting the other artists reign on the music realm, the Queen Bee has finally unleashed her fangs and boom boom vava voom voice. It's like,

"RELEASE THE KRAKEN GLAM DIVA!"

Thanks to the limitless power of technology bestowed on my fingertips. I can just easily download the music, in fact the whole album, and sit back, relax and listen to the killer beat of the music of Christina Aguilera. It was like WTF moment for me. Why did it just dawn on me that I can just easily download the list of songs as an album rather than scan the whole universe of YouTube, hoping some random guy uploaded the music. Waiting for the leak? Nope. Hahaha...

Last night, it was like whoa! I downloaded the whole album and copied the songs in my phone. Christina Aguilera, or shall I say Xtina, has emerged again with powerful vocals in her latest album, BIONIC with "Not Myself Tonight" as the first single. The songs were not a disappointment, if you may ask me. A tasteful mix of melodic acrobatics and superb vocal performances. What caught my attention (and as well as my LSS) were the songs; Lift Me Up, All I Need, I Am, and You Lost Me. Literally, I was lost when I listened to these the first time, mentioning again You Lost Me. In fact, as I was typing this, this was my background song. A cathartic dose for the catatonic atmosphere I was in right now. The underside of this album is just it's full of sexual implications, the overdosage of electronic music and some lyrics are not meant for underaged eardrums. If you're apt for a fresh music with beat and musicality that is out of this world, then I recommend you douse your cochlear desires with this.
List of tracks

1. Bionic
2. Not Myself Tonight
3. Woohoo feat. Nicki Minaj
4. Elastic Love
5. Desnudate
6. Love & Glamour (intro)
7. Glam
8. Prima Donna
9. Morning Dessert (intro)
10. Sex For Breakfast
11. Lift Me Up
12. My Heart (Intro)
13. All I Need
14. I Am
15. You Lost Me
16. I Hate Boys
17. My Girls feat. Peaches
18. Vanity

Gaga vs Xtina? I can't comment. Cue "Absolutely Zero" by Jason Mraz. Ciao!

a vampire's diary

Another poem from me, inspired by immortality and vampires.



thought you're reserved coz i knew for sure
your raiment, the way you looked, so pure
unblemished, i cared not to understand
to stare at you is an experience grand

but i discovered something, made me sad
to tattle-tale for me was just so bad
rather i beckoned my mouth to silence
endured the pain, did the penitence

constricted, the pain within my soul
grief-stricken, i was under your control
fooled, bereaved, my heart's a beating dead
to you i succumbed, your blood was my bread.

alas, your hell descended upon me
your chastisement yearned me to be free
i'm your Faust, your moment's finality
my maker, my death, my immortality.

here comes the king

x-ray dog

jejemons versus the DepEd. maganda 'toh.

I made a promise to myself in the premise of being good that I will not say anything against Jejemons (again), but opportunities and issues around me prompted me to say something about them. Har. I overheard from Ms. Anna about the Jejemon vs. DepEd thingy and, I'm sorry guys, I promised myself I won't sleep 'til I blurted out something regarding this touchy subject. Wahaha...Click HERE.

Well, if you do not come across with Jejemons, it's either you're on the other side of the world, a foreigner, an alien, or just plainly an ignoramus walking on limbo or covered by the darkness of your own cave. Hello, wake up, read the papers, glue your eyes on TV, or just plainly Google the word for a help. To be left behind these days is the last shameful thing that could happen to you. Read blogs. They flood their roster of posts. But for the sake of informing you, Jejemon is a cognomen for those godforsaken people (previously emos before, I think, gosh, they evolve so fast) who are fond of shorcutting texts or words or the exact opposite, exaggeratedly elongating the words by adding the letters in h,w,z. It's tedious to dissect their anatomy, so please spare me from the effort, it's your homework. Google Jejemon. Now na!

Bloggers were obviously against these misspelling perpetrators, and have seriously wage wars against them. Raising my hand. Lol. Now, they increasingly alarmed everyone, even our pedagogic vanguard, the Department of Education. It's like a courtroom drama now, Jejemons versus the Republic of the Philippines, er, the Department of Education. What can I say, this subculture's ravaging the current spelling and reading populace to the point they become imbecile and phobic to words with mediocre spelling. They meet a new word, and it becomes a "Night in the Elm Street" scenario already. Jejemons are ruining what our forefathers or ancestors tried to collate and piled in what we call now dictionaries. Shame on them. Pokemons are cute but Jejemons are not, and should be happy to stay in their own "Malice in Wanderland" world.

Anyway, we can always loathe them, but at the end of the day, we can just close our eyes and hope they will change. Before they infiltrate the system of the Pentagon. Char.

not myself tonight

christina aguilera

angels and (demons) devil.

Maybe I was just so bored that time that I made these creations. Delectable? Detestable?

ANGELS and MICHAEL

DEVIL and MIKE

Ahhh.. I was just inspired by the ambigrams flaunted on the cardinals' chests on the movie Angels and Demons, a book by Dan Brown.

"Whoever the leader is, let's help out, huwag na tayong maging pasaway."

As was said by Rico Blanco, a former member of Rivermaya and a member of the hopeful voters of our Philippine Incorporated. Click HERE.

The message was lucid as it was conspicuous. We, Filipinos, rely too much on our national leaders for the progress of  our own country. It's as if the whole managerial functions are solely the work of the national leaders, particularly the President. When everything goes smoothly, we are all heads-up in praise; but when things go the sloppy side of the hill, we end up acrimoniously batting our blames to the officials (which sometimes are true, *bitchy*). I can only nod my head in approval on what R. Blanco had said, and shudder at the same time for the self-awakening truth. We can only point our forefingers and blame blah blah blah, yet forget to look at the other fingers pointing furiously at us. Fancy that! I just don't know where we got these genes of precariously blaming someone and fault-finding. From Spaniards? From the Americans? From the Japanese? Or from the monkeys? Nope. The monkeys will certainly retaliate, "Have you seen a monkey blame a monkey for a failure? Have you seen a corrupt monkey? Have you seen a monkey raped a monkey?" The monkeys will think us as abominable creatures if we decide we descended from their "noble" lineage. Kraaa..kraaa..kraaa. 

R. Blanco, like most of the Filipinos, hopes to see a glorious Philippines with his fellow countrymen helping each other in building the nation. Is it possible to have the "Golden Age" of the Philippines? The answer is not found on the brains of our incumbent or future leaders (nor in their pockets), rather it's in the hands of us, Filipinos. Even if it's the Pope who's already in Malacañang, as long as the people are selfish thieves, then the dream of utopian government will just be a mockery. 

The beacon of progress lies in the hands of the Filipino youth, plebeian, worker and any Filipino that strives, dreams and believes that a peaceful and corrupt-free Philippine government can exist.

Election Update: To those who did not concede yet, please spare your ego. Concede now. As in, now na! 

superman is puny! superman is puny!

I love everything that's real. The only surreal things I believe are the ones on the books and movies which are constantly the preys of my sarcastic innuendos. Nah, I'm not a fan of sarcasm but my other side gloats for it. Lol. I don't want to repress my emotions and attempt to be a prude or a good boy. That was so 1990's of me. Embrace the 2000's. Hehehe. Or so to say, and I quote, "RELEASE THE KRAKEN!"

I have not posted something worth reading lately. I'm reading, and mind you, I am doing my homework. Hmmm..You just wait. Lol. By the way, thanks for the people who constantly read my blog (or just write something on my Cbox), you are a cushion on my ass, a comfort, an inspiration. A million and one thanks to all of you. Summer's ending. *sigh*

By the way, immortality is true. I love immortality. Hmmm...Click HERE.

If Justice League were true, then they would appear puny compared to these marvelous creatures. I was surprised to see that tarsiers (oh, those 60%-eyes-compared-to-body creatures) are included. They are real and not freaks, unlike with those X-Men's.

Click HERE for the list.

Ah! Superman is puny!

one pose to rule them all.

Do these posters spell something to you? Hmmm..

Uhuh..Books of Nicholas Sparks.

Worked by one movie poster company? Hmmm...

Click HERE.

Last one. Lol.

i love showbiz. remember irony?

Willie's head's been pumped with too much gas...

Comment people, please, comment. Thank God I've been on my Info Rehab.

did i laugh? ha!

A stroke of brilliance or idiocy? Hmmm..

Brilliant idea for a parody but trash of lyrics (literally).

terry richardson x grotesquely tasteful.

WARNING: Not safe for work. You've been warned!

Tom Ford's SS-2008 collection, photos by Terry Richardson

Do photography and porn have to cross at a certain line? It startles me every time I see photos of scantily-clad men and women for the sake of art, beauty and fashion? Well, we can never blame them for that, since I think it's really their destiny (photography, art, beauty and fashion) to be deeply intertwined. How about moderation? Guess that's impossible. Though I'm really a fan of haute coutures and classic art. Bleed baby, yeah.

Human body as a raw material, though, has to be treated with utmost respect and owing to aesthetic regard, one should always consider the consumer or viewers' welfare. Did Terry Richardson think about it when he had his shoot for The Journal? Click.

This was just beyond photography and porn, this was trash at its purest and vilest form. T. Richardson has graced so many models in various designer labels and magazines with his witty, candid and provocative shots. But The Journal is inexplicable. Disturbing.

The Journal by Terry Richardson