adventures of a couch potato

habits, obsessions are all about patterns. it is not science nor art. i bet it's organic. a planned mishap. there is an equivalent punishment if it goes off balance or off tangent. i am very much familiar with the costs. still paying for it, i guess. there is peace in going back to old habits, obsessions, patterns. those that kept me in the safe zone. xie xie ni men. xie xie achie. xie xie aheia timi. xie xie xiao zhong. xie xie siao mei. xie xie sia ho.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxbfOXwrWAY

pangkukulam is alive and well, especially in an equally third world culture like thailand. a hot pot of buddhism, paganism, gnosticism, sodom and gomorrah, metamphetamine and pimps galore. sharon pang concocted a story of 6 friends. yes, there's the ominous triangle. sick desire of young and adult love that led to their eventual trepid deaths. let's start with O(?), the football coach, who asked the shaman to place a lovespell on another teacher (who happens to be Tai's stepmother). He got caught dallying his doodle. Instead of accepting shame and defeat, he held the students hostage -- made them each do the prison thing. Noot was scorched alive. Different parts of her body was made into a nasry soup. They all think it was so damn tasty until they choked on her fake fingernail. Tair plucked her own eyeballs out of the socket. Such a chicken. A rather extreme response to seeing dead mutilated apparitions. Bayawaks clawed their way out of Ko's back. I think Por, a genius in more ways than one, had the hardest death. He confessed his libido before Kim. Hehehe. Instant break-up in the middle of nowhere. He was made to drink boiling water. Suffered third degree burns until his skin turned black. Resuscitated I'm not sure how many times just to make him feel the pain. Kim made it to the hospital, but jumped from the third floor. The clincher is Tai, who was dead since thw whole thing started. Creepy.     

sleepless for almost two weeks. cooped up. eyes strained from non-stop dvd watching while tears flowed freely. for what or which reason, i don't want to know. can it be called xiao xeng-ed or ji hoon-ed? in living, liking, loving -- there are things that sure made one feel super. but like any other matter, it's value is assessed on longevity and might. some might be remembered as a mere passing event -- like the last jolly spaghetti I ate. banal and uneventful. some leave a lasting luster, like a classic he-bai movie worthy of endless reruns and royalty. conversations at twilight. five am breakfasts. in the name of the rose. luis yu of eat!bulaga. i would turn old and wrinkled (hopefully not that wrinkled) and still remember the the things you said about al pacino, et alia, your old school jolog jokes. how your eyes stretch like a super sayan. and how we argue on how to say pig in mandarin. it's "zhooo" as in zhu xiao tien. ban tai!     

mister p would have related to james bond in this movie more than any other of its sequel (except for the original casino royale, which i haven't had the pleasure of viewing). he could have scowled and screeched the way the cards were dealt. particularly what was at stake. the final pot was 140 million. i knew that straight flush was worth more than a full house. but some rules of the game are still fuzzy to me. i leave that to gambling masters: matimtiman and mister p. may the force be with them, whether it be check or call or (god forbid) fold.  

the dvd croaked several times until it died. that was weeks ago. i lay wide awake. the morning sun illuminating my already oiled face. i lay paralyzed perhaps enjoying the drone of semi-heavy machinery a two floors down. too tired to check for the possibility of reviving my han dvd -- who says the movie can't be played in my mind. fast forward, rewind, slo mo at the blink of my eye. wouldn't that be so cool? i guess everybody has to have at least one bee-gee-ar before getting hitched. closure is an important thing. cross reference to kim jae-won's wonderful life, he sai, "i ran away to say goodbye to my caefree youth and my  true love."

still can't believe i have seen this movie three times in a row, and a daily rerun after that. i dub this one as a classic and move it in my hall of fame with ghostbusters 1, star wars trilogy (nevermind the prequel, they suck anyway) and star runner, he was cool and my sassy girl (hehehe), to name a few. nothing could be sweeter than wallowing in a cloud of mediocrity while munching on my favorite afternoon snack e-aji and soda. forgetting about how to be the big man in this offshore office, i'll worry about that when i log on to my NT. at these moments, all i care about is seeing kim jae won strut his stuff on my flatsceen TV. pudginess and all, a-re-so? 

thanks to aling loleng and the rest of the crew for providing a quasi-quiapo quasi-baclaran venue for movies american and everything else. i bought this dvd for a hundred bucks that features eight korean films. i understood one and only one name alone -- chin chai bin. i though if the chinese characters sound like kim jae won. then the movie could be it. i could have translated each title. whoa, that would be time consuming and i'm sick to my stomach after spending the afternoon doing dad's stat homework. so kasalanan ko pa pag hindi siya nag-general sa february. too much pressure can crack my skull open.

"sad movie" starring sassy boy ( i have always failed to remember this boy's name. peculiar as he remind me of prijm - the not so tall not so cute guy with glasses that i happen to like a lot. like here is defined as general fondness, the opposite of hate and indifference. no, he is not even my friend). the film is a threefold story of totally unrelated characters moving at the same pace in the same plane. the deaf girl who works as Raggedy Snow White in a theme park. She is secretly in love with a painter whom she hassles whenever she can. With the costume on, of course. her elder sister, whose fireman boyfriend died in the line of duty. We have Sassy Boy, unemployed for three years. But by some freak accident happen to put up an online separation agency. He acts as a go-between guy for couples who want to call it quits. A promotion from being a human sandbag. His relatonship also ended with him telling himself it was all over. 

(to be continued)