This is just awesome. The Onion. I must search your archives for more of these things!
My fave part:
"Anyway, you would totally hate me as your girlfriend. I'd be all needy and dramatic and slowly growing to love you. If I was your girlfriend, I would never be able to tell you all about the other asshole guys I date and pretend I don't see how much it crushes you. Let's never lose that. That's what makes us us."
Hahahahaha!
Great article. Good job.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Father Dacanay
Today, I went to school for nothing. Like. Absolutely nothing. My sched for Friday's is 1030-1230 only. Great right? My 1030 class was free cut. The teacher told us Wednesday pa lang. Yay right? But my 1130 class was free cut too. And we only found out kanina. Hay.
But! A great thing happened today. I was walking hurriedly to Sec B to get my Philo readings right? And I'm focused on it, not looking at anybody when I see a giant hand right in front of my face. It was Father Dacanay's! HAHA! He recognized me and went out of his way to say hi! OH MY GOD. Like, quite literally even, oh my GOD. Haha. (Since he is a priest. Haha.) So I talk to him real quick yeah? I go to Ate Alma and my copy isn't there yet. So I decide to go and find the good Father. And lo and behold, I found him pretty easily and started up a conversation with him about basketball. Good job Father. Haha.
If any of my underclassmen friends are reading this and have yet to take Th 131, TAKE FATHER DACANAY! Trust me ;)
But! A great thing happened today. I was walking hurriedly to Sec B to get my Philo readings right? And I'm focused on it, not looking at anybody when I see a giant hand right in front of my face. It was Father Dacanay's! HAHA! He recognized me and went out of his way to say hi! OH MY GOD. Like, quite literally even, oh my GOD. Haha. (Since he is a priest. Haha.) So I talk to him real quick yeah? I go to Ate Alma and my copy isn't there yet. So I decide to go and find the good Father. And lo and behold, I found him pretty easily and started up a conversation with him about basketball. Good job Father. Haha.
If any of my underclassmen friends are reading this and have yet to take Th 131, TAKE FATHER DACANAY! Trust me ;)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Good Notes
Remember Me As a Time of Day - Explosions in the Sky
You know that scene in The Holiday when Jack Black was composing stuff for the old man's big night and he was sitting in front of his keyboard with Kate Winslet? And then he starts to play the melody he wrote for her?
"If you were a melody...I used only the good notes."
(This movie made me feel really happy. Haha.)
So why did I start off with Explosions in the Sky? Well, because, if you listen to the song (and yes, there are no words) and it doesn't make you feel hopeful, there's something wrong with you. Because Remember Me As a Time of Day is just a beautiful music-y thing to say to someone. Just like "If you were a melody..."
I'm on that kick now. Yes. :)
You're just the best part of my day.
(Yes, I think I'm talking to someone. Haha. XD)
You know that scene in The Holiday when Jack Black was composing stuff for the old man's big night and he was sitting in front of his keyboard with Kate Winslet? And then he starts to play the melody he wrote for her?
"If you were a melody...I used only the good notes."
(This movie made me feel really happy. Haha.)
So why did I start off with Explosions in the Sky? Well, because, if you listen to the song (and yes, there are no words) and it doesn't make you feel hopeful, there's something wrong with you. Because Remember Me As a Time of Day is just a beautiful music-y thing to say to someone. Just like "If you were a melody..."
I'm on that kick now. Yes. :)
You're just the best part of my day.
(Yes, I think I'm talking to someone. Haha. XD)
Bothered
I'm wondering about something.
It shouldn't bother me.
But it is.
It could be a clue.
It could be nothing.
It's bothering me. I don't want it to bother me.
What if what they're telling me is true?
That would supremely suck. It'd totally kill my all the good vibes I've gotten these first two days. The universe will find a way to rain on my parade. This would be the greatest trick karma could ever pull.
Yup. I think my hunch is right.
Same story.
It shouldn't bother me.
But it is.
It could be a clue.
It could be nothing.
It's bothering me. I don't want it to bother me.
What if what they're telling me is true?
That would supremely suck. It'd totally kill my all the good vibes I've gotten these first two days. The universe will find a way to rain on my parade. This would be the greatest trick karma could ever pull.
Yup. I think my hunch is right.
Same story.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Scripted
I love my power posts. Haha. I love posting multiple entries at one time. Makes me feel all writer-y.
Should I try to become a writer? A script write to more specific? I have no training whatsoever in that field. Haha. All I have is an infinite amount of films and television programs and comicbooks inside my noggin. Does that make me qualified to write a script?
And well, how the hell do I become a script writer in the first place? I can't even write jokes! Ugh.
Down the toilet bowl with this idea then. Haha.
Should I try to become a writer? A script write to more specific? I have no training whatsoever in that field. Haha. All I have is an infinite amount of films and television programs and comicbooks inside my noggin. Does that make me qualified to write a script?
And well, how the hell do I become a script writer in the first place? I can't even write jokes! Ugh.
Down the toilet bowl with this idea then. Haha.
Self Props
<"I said..." Three..."I'm asking, do you wanna hang out sometime, like, maybe a movie or something?" Two..."Do you wanna go out with me?" Boom. That's it. No going back now. She's not saying anything. "Look, whatever you heard me say just now, your ears didn't hear wrong. I said what I said. Do you want to go out with me this weekend? And I'm asking, not as a friend, but as someone who...someone who wants to show you a good time. I'd like to take you out somewhere and not in the assassin-y way that 'take you out' could mean obviously, but like, in the having fun way. I'd like to try and make you smile, it's such a pretty smile you know. And lately, you've been so bummed and depressed and you, you've been doubting yourself for such a long time now and I've been telling you that you shouldn't and that the world, aside from cowards, also hates it when you're not happy because it's done so much and given you so much to be happy about!" She's just staring at me. "You're gorgeous and smart and cute and tall and you've got great hair, a great smile and everything on your face and body is great and you're intelligent and worldly and sporty and athletic and people love you! Yes, not so much those people who don't love you right now but whom you'd want to love you but like, everyone else, they'd kill for a chance to sit next to you or to say hi to you without you giving them a weird look, which you're giving me now, point is!" Deep breath before the plunge. "I'm asking you if you'd let me love you." Pause. Stare into her eyes. Hold it, don't lose it! Not Now! "Because I do. I loved you then, I love you now and I'm sure that ten years from now, I'm going to feel the same way." She's looking down. OH GOD! "So let me be that guy right now, for you. Your guy. That guy."
I'm Quantum-Leaping here, from right after I finished my mini-speech to after she spoke again. Because you wouldn't want to be bothered by what was going on in my head in those moments after. I don't know for how long she didn't speak. We just sat there, silent. The sounds of everyone passing by, their walking and talking and general noise-making, nothing. The world was on mute. And then as she looked up, I had this horrific flash, this vision of...she was not smiling. That she was saying a string of unintelligible words that began with, "Um, I don't know..." and each passing second was another punch to the gut. That I'd leave the table, my heart completely broken, failing at it once again.
But then that glimpse into my future was gone. And her head was up, like she was coming up for air out of the water. Her hair was partially hiding her face. But I could see enough. And she was smiling. And I smiled back. And she spoke. "It's about time.">
You know sometimes, I'm pretty awesome. Haha.
I'm Quantum-Leaping here, from right after I finished my mini-speech to after she spoke again. Because you wouldn't want to be bothered by what was going on in my head in those moments after. I don't know for how long she didn't speak. We just sat there, silent. The sounds of everyone passing by, their walking and talking and general noise-making, nothing. The world was on mute. And then as she looked up, I had this horrific flash, this vision of...she was not smiling. That she was saying a string of unintelligible words that began with, "Um, I don't know..." and each passing second was another punch to the gut. That I'd leave the table, my heart completely broken, failing at it once again.
But then that glimpse into my future was gone. And her head was up, like she was coming up for air out of the water. Her hair was partially hiding her face. But I could see enough. And she was smiling. And I smiled back. And she spoke. "It's about time.">
You know sometimes, I'm pretty awesome. Haha.
The Return
Ben Reilly.
For those of you not in the know, he was Spider-Man's clone. The Clone Saga may be arguably the most hated story to ever come out of the 90's (see, they made it seem like the clone was the Spider-Man fans had been reading about for the past 20 years or so (not sure)) but it gave us Ben. And many people LOVE Ben (including me).
First, he was the Scarlet Spider (there's a picture of him on the blog) then he officially became Spider-Man and he had that altered Spider-Man costume (my personal favorite) and I have that issue! But I lost it. Damn it. Anyway, Ben was a clone. But you know what he did? He stood up and acted like the real deal. He acted like a hero. He went out and became a hero. As far as I'm concerned, when you talk about Spider-Man, you gotta include Ben. Because Ben rocks.
And there's some buzz on the interwebz that he might just be making a comeback. WHICH WOULD BE AMAZING. That'd be awesome. Like, that's my childhood right there. I freakin' love Ben Reilly.
PLEASE. BRING. BACK. BEN.
For those of you not in the know, he was Spider-Man's clone. The Clone Saga may be arguably the most hated story to ever come out of the 90's (see, they made it seem like the clone was the Spider-Man fans had been reading about for the past 20 years or so (not sure)) but it gave us Ben. And many people LOVE Ben (including me).
First, he was the Scarlet Spider (there's a picture of him on the blog) then he officially became Spider-Man and he had that altered Spider-Man costume (my personal favorite) and I have that issue! But I lost it. Damn it. Anyway, Ben was a clone. But you know what he did? He stood up and acted like the real deal. He acted like a hero. He went out and became a hero. As far as I'm concerned, when you talk about Spider-Man, you gotta include Ben. Because Ben rocks.
And there's some buzz on the interwebz that he might just be making a comeback. WHICH WOULD BE AMAZING. That'd be awesome. Like, that's my childhood right there. I freakin' love Ben Reilly.
PLEASE. BRING. BACK. BEN.
A Specific Thing
Why do I fall for the wrong girls?
Every fucking time, I fall for the wrong one. EVERY fucking time.
She's chinese. She's got a boyfriend. She's not good enough for you. She's out of your league.
I could go on. Every one of them, there was a big red flag, right from the start. I've tried trying to not like anyone. Guess what? I still end up falling for someone. Why? Because I am an idiot and I am insane. Certifiable. The higher the climb, the harder the climb, that's what I go for every single time. What I forget? That's a long fucking fall. And I've always fallen.
I'm ranting. I know. Bear with me, I haven't had one of these in a while. This does not come from a recent specific event. Nothing has triggered this. I just thought about it. And it hit me. That I, Justin Felipe Bernales Favis, am a fucking moron.
I don't pull out when I should. I push even harder. That's not going to change. I'll just end up crashing. Once upon a time, a friend of mine (and I think you're reading this my friend), posed the idea that I might like hurting myself. Not physically, but emotionally and psychologically. I've gone back and forth on that topic ever since. You know what? I think he was right.
I do it on purpose. I fall in love because I want to fail at love. Because the hurt, I think I like it.
There was something on Grey's Anatomy once, Meredith was doing her voice over at the end of the episode thing. And she said something like, and I'm paraphrasing here, "Why do we continue to hit ourselves with a hammer? Because it feels so good when we stop."
That's fucking insane! THAT'S INSANE! And I bought into that shit for a while. THAT IS SO STUPID. This is how I know I'm crazy. I bought into a realization that involved finding pleasure in the absence of pain. Like, I needed pain to give me a high. That's just wrong! I should be committed! It's so fucking retarded!
So the point is, and like right now, there is a point...the point is, I'm an idiot. And I needed to admit it.
I don't know what comes next.
Every fucking time, I fall for the wrong one. EVERY fucking time.
She's chinese. She's got a boyfriend. She's not good enough for you. She's out of your league.
I could go on. Every one of them, there was a big red flag, right from the start. I've tried trying to not like anyone. Guess what? I still end up falling for someone. Why? Because I am an idiot and I am insane. Certifiable. The higher the climb, the harder the climb, that's what I go for every single time. What I forget? That's a long fucking fall. And I've always fallen.
I'm ranting. I know. Bear with me, I haven't had one of these in a while. This does not come from a recent specific event. Nothing has triggered this. I just thought about it. And it hit me. That I, Justin Felipe Bernales Favis, am a fucking moron.
I don't pull out when I should. I push even harder. That's not going to change. I'll just end up crashing. Once upon a time, a friend of mine (and I think you're reading this my friend), posed the idea that I might like hurting myself. Not physically, but emotionally and psychologically. I've gone back and forth on that topic ever since. You know what? I think he was right.
I do it on purpose. I fall in love because I want to fail at love. Because the hurt, I think I like it.
There was something on Grey's Anatomy once, Meredith was doing her voice over at the end of the episode thing. And she said something like, and I'm paraphrasing here, "Why do we continue to hit ourselves with a hammer? Because it feels so good when we stop."
That's fucking insane! THAT'S INSANE! And I bought into that shit for a while. THAT IS SO STUPID. This is how I know I'm crazy. I bought into a realization that involved finding pleasure in the absence of pain. Like, I needed pain to give me a high. That's just wrong! I should be committed! It's so fucking retarded!
So the point is, and like right now, there is a point...the point is, I'm an idiot. And I needed to admit it.
I don't know what comes next.
Random Things
1. The first official promo for Lost's final season is up. It's just there to tease so I don't think it's worth linking. But that's not to say, I'm not excited for season 6. I so am. It's going to be epic. Kinda like how the first hour of Battlestar Galactica's season finale was but for 17 hours. Trust me.
2. I'd marry Julia Roberts in a heartbeat. Like, I just love her.
3. Failing #2, I'd go for the Barefoot Contessa next. I will be a happy man for the rest of my life. Screw Rachel Ray and Giada Delouahrncajcmnahf. The Barefoot Contessa is where it's at.
4. Guillermo Del Toro and Chuck Hogan's new book The Strain? Awesome. The book terrifies me, in a good way. I can't sleep anymore with the lights out. Last night? I went to sleep this morning. I had to wait til it was 5am and the sky was just getting bluer. Hell yeah. The last time vampires really freaked me out was a few weeks after watching 30 Days of Night and I was sitting in front of the computer and the power went out. At like twelve midnight, the power went out and it was pitch black and I was the only one awake. If you read the comics and/or saw the movie, you'll know why I grabbed a flashlight, shut the door and just lay in bed with my ipod on full blast. Going back to the book, that's how I'm feeling now. And the vampires haven't even begun to takeover yet. *shudders*
5. Fanboys! It's a story about Star Wars geeks (and they do bash Star Trek in it, grr) but it still makes me feel proud to be a geek. There's just something awesome about us you know? The way we get really worked up and passionate about something we love, it's poetic on a certain level.
Right. That's for all random things. My next post? Going to be a little bit more specific. Be back in a bit.
2. I'd marry Julia Roberts in a heartbeat. Like, I just love her.
3. Failing #2, I'd go for the Barefoot Contessa next. I will be a happy man for the rest of my life. Screw Rachel Ray and Giada Delouahrncajcmnahf. The Barefoot Contessa is where it's at.
4. Guillermo Del Toro and Chuck Hogan's new book The Strain? Awesome. The book terrifies me, in a good way. I can't sleep anymore with the lights out. Last night? I went to sleep this morning. I had to wait til it was 5am and the sky was just getting bluer. Hell yeah. The last time vampires really freaked me out was a few weeks after watching 30 Days of Night and I was sitting in front of the computer and the power went out. At like twelve midnight, the power went out and it was pitch black and I was the only one awake. If you read the comics and/or saw the movie, you'll know why I grabbed a flashlight, shut the door and just lay in bed with my ipod on full blast. Going back to the book, that's how I'm feeling now. And the vampires haven't even begun to takeover yet. *shudders*
5. Fanboys! It's a story about Star Wars geeks (and they do bash Star Trek in it, grr) but it still makes me feel proud to be a geek. There's just something awesome about us you know? The way we get really worked up and passionate about something we love, it's poetic on a certain level.
Right. That's for all random things. My next post? Going to be a little bit more specific. Be back in a bit.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I Don't Know
I have no idea what to do with my life. Haha.
Really, truly, I have no idea what to do. I would hate a desk job. It would be so monotonous and boring and not really playing to my strengths...What are my strengths anyhow? Do I even have strengths? Haha.
That right there is just terrible. Haha. Maybe I can still become a writer. Maybe a coach. Maybe a talk show host (my ultimate dream haha). And maybe I'm going to be dead tomorrow. Haha. That would make things so much easier haha!
(No I am not emo. I am just stating that a dead me does not have to look for a job. Haha.)
Whatever. If all else fails...I do not know. Hahahahaha.
Oh well.
Oh yeah, congrats to Roger. This is a big deal. Awesome. He deserves your respect and admiration. Haters can line-up now to get whupped in the butt.
And, more importantly (at least, to me haha), MARIANO RIVERA DID NOT BLOW THE SAVE. Thank god.
And that's all for now. One more week before school starts and we begin the final(!!!) year in Ateneo.
Can you believe it? 16 years baby! Here we go.
Really, truly, I have no idea what to do. I would hate a desk job. It would be so monotonous and boring and not really playing to my strengths...What are my strengths anyhow? Do I even have strengths? Haha.
That right there is just terrible. Haha. Maybe I can still become a writer. Maybe a coach. Maybe a talk show host (my ultimate dream haha). And maybe I'm going to be dead tomorrow. Haha. That would make things so much easier haha!
(No I am not emo. I am just stating that a dead me does not have to look for a job. Haha.)
Whatever. If all else fails...I do not know. Hahahahaha.
Oh well.
Oh yeah, congrats to Roger. This is a big deal. Awesome. He deserves your respect and admiration. Haters can line-up now to get whupped in the butt.
And, more importantly (at least, to me haha), MARIANO RIVERA DID NOT BLOW THE SAVE. Thank god.
And that's all for now. One more week before school starts and we begin the final(!!!) year in Ateneo.
Can you believe it? 16 years baby! Here we go.
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