''If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite'' - William Blake

Thursday, August 25, 2005

MOVIE REVIEW: Romasanta: The Werewolf Hunt

Director: Some Spanish Dude Whose Name Sounds Like A Shopping Mall Named After A Hong Kong Triad Leader.

Cast: Indie Actor, Ubiquitous Dumb Blonde with a Great Pair of Tits, Great Pair of Tits (they deserve to be treated as separate entities), Fat Guy, Old Skool Man of Science, Bearded Detective, Ugly Broad, Mute Kid, Yellow Bird.




I’ve always had a thing for independent movies, for while they lack the budget and big names for their Hollywood counterparts, they more than make up for it with character development, plot, and atmosphere. And Romasanta: The Werewolf Hunt, while foreign and independent, just wasn’t one of those gems.

The movie was based on a true account of a serial killer in some part of Europe in the 1850s, who killed people for their body fat, which he removed and later made into soap. Just goes to show that being fat will always be hazardous to your health, one way or another. So please hit the gym now and try to get slim and beautiful. Like me. I hate fat people. I’ll be damned if I ever get naked in bed with a fat fuck. Actually, I don’t hate fat people. They hate me. Because I can eat as many chocolates as I want and not look like 5 giant quoits encircling a tower. But I digress.

The story centres on Indie Actor (played by indie actor, Indie Actor), a soap merchant who lives in a small town with his wife (Ugly Broad), daughter (Mute Kid), and sister-in-law (Ubiquitous Dumb Blonde with a Great Pair of Tits). Tensions arise in the family as the town was plagued by wolves in the surrounding woods killing the townsfolk and the stirring chemistry between Indie Actor and Ubiquitous Dumb Blonde with a Great Pair of Tits (hereby known as UDBGPT).

As the bodies started piling, Indie Actor decided to move out of town with his family to greener pastures in the city, leaving UDBGPT behind until they have secured a proper job for her to earn her own upkeep in the city, which in actuality was part of Ugly Broad’s scheme to put an end to her sister lusting after her man.

Meanwhile, the local constabulary headed by Bearded Detective (Bearded Detective) suspected the wolves may not be the culprits as there was evidence pointing otherwise. So he roped in Old Skool Man of Science (Old Skool Man of Science) to help solve the case. Progress was slow until Fat Dude (Fat Dude) popped out of the trees, claiming Indie Actor was a werewolf and that he should be shot and brought to justice to end it all. Bearded Detective and Old Skool Man of Science, of course, did not believe a single word and thought he was crazy. Nevertheless, they figured he could have some useful information so they locked him up and prodded him with needles to make him talk.

Was Indie Actor truly a werewolf? Or was Fat Dude delusional from constantly watching the hypnotizing wave patterns his belly makes when he jiggles them about?

*Cue intro to Beethoven’s 5th Symphony*

I do not know because halfway through the movie I developed a massive stomachache and I had to leave the cinema hall to take a cab home and throw up my lunch that consisted of two chicken sandwiches from Rotiboy which are the only things I can afford to eat in KLCC before collapsing on my bed, looking like Michael Jackson after a particularly fun day at Neverland, pale and out of breath.

Not that it really mattered because the acting was so bad it completely took Keanu Reeves out of his current standing. The only commendable efforts came from Great Pair of Tits. Half peeking out of the tight, corset tied dress, they managed to look moody when the script commands it, and even sweat (!) and palpitate in the more thrilling parts of the story.

Do not expect any incredible CGI ala Van Helsing in this production. Instead, try to enjoy the goo and mucus special effects reminiscent of movies like The Thing and other movies made during the days when “camera tricks” was a valid term in the film industry.



Ratings: 3/5 stars. One for the old skool special effects, another for Great Pair of Tits’ impressive performance, and the third for fucks.

Favourite line from the movie: Only a whore will try to steal her sister’s man (or some shit like that, I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention due to my bitching stomach).

Pros: Great Pair of Tits.
Cons: They were covered.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The Pharaoh

Good news, sire! The walls have crumbled and the enemy has surrendered! We can now rest our backs and indulge in the spoils!


Rest? Why, I've barely exerted myself! I'm afraid there will be no rest. We must push on while the army is still restless and hungry. There are still more territories to conquer and claim. Cities to create and construct. Temples to build and rebuild. We cannot allow this simple victory to get to our heads.

This, my friend, is only the beginning of my empire.


Very well, sire. I will inform the generals of your decision. But just a word of caution, the coming battles will not be easy. Our coffers and granaries, though rich and plentiful now, may be exhausted with no hope of rejuvenation if things do not conclude as planned. There will most certainly be resistance and many will rise to stop you and your endeavours.


Then may Osiris have mercy on their souls.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Top 10 Things That Prove I'm An Utter Retard

#10:
The Rubik Cube

#9:
That shitty "Logic" game in Nokia 8210 phones

#8:
That shitty "Rotation" game in Nokia 8210 phones

#7:
Understanding Acturial Management: The Actuarial Control Cycle by Bellis, Shepherd, and Lyon

#6:
Badminton

#5:
Pool

#4:
Wittgenstein and his funky theories on Logic

#3:
Coherent, intellectual conversations

#2:
Daily Crosswords in NST

#1:
Numbers and Mathematics

Top 10 Things That Highlight My Intellectual Capabilities

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The 2nd Day of The Passing: The Grieving

Little fairy feet of four
Will dance around my path no more.

Little velvet paws of two
Shall catch butterflies for neither me nor you.

Little brown nose wet and small,
Will not peek out from behind the wall.

Little brown ears sharp like a fox's,
Will not poke out from my shoe boxes.

Little blue eyes so mischievous and bright,
Will not peer out from the dark of night.

Little pink tongue rough yet delicate,
Will not scrub my cheeks nor lick my plate.

Little whiskers so elegant and white,
Will not tickle my feet tonight.

Little these and little those,
All have gone where the wind blows.

Little these and little those,
Are never coming back, I suppose.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Carrots

DATE: 23 JANUARY 2000
DAY: SUNDAY
TIME: 7.14pm


Bright buttons blue!
Bright buttons two!
Whiskers white,
So long and light,
Brush! Brush! Brush!

Paddy paws pink!
Paddy paws pink!
Pounce, prance,
Leap, dance,
Tap! Tap! Tap!

Watch her play
Catch-invisible-prey,
Hide-and-seek
And jump-at-feet,
Chase-around
And roll-on-the-ground,
Peek-a-boo
And bite-your-toes, too!

Oh! What a delight!
Is this crazy creature of the night!
Filled with fun like a carnival fair,
Rollicking and frolicking, she gives not a care
To anything else but pleasure;
My beloved bundle of fur,
How I love to hear her purr,
Rrrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrrrrr.




DATE: 8 AUGUST 2005

DAY: MONDAY
TIME: 10.32am


Those bright little eyes darkened
When she made her final leap to Heaven,
Leaving me behind to hurt and grieve,
Soaking my tears with a dirty sleeve.
I watched her play
Motionless-and-stay,
Cry-three-times and rest-the-bones,
Lie-down-now and turn-to-stone.

She suffered! Oh how she suffered!
All broken, still breathing, all battered!
Lie still! Lie still!
Let Death sway her will!
The pain is gone,
She has moved on,
My beloved bundle of fur,
How I long to hear her purr.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Love's Lament

The bane and the blessing,
The cruel and the kind,
I can heal your heart
And also twist your mind.
I am a persistent disease
And a powerful infliction,
I alone brought down Troy
And led Jesus to his crucifixion.
I am also a white shaman
With infinite spells and potions
To cure all that is broken
And fix all misconceptions.
I can bring infinite pain,
I can create absolute beauty,
As you will live for my sake
And also die because of me.
I am your beginning,
I am also your end,
I am the amorous anecdote
Written with a poison pen.
A snap of my fingers
Is all that is necessary
To raise your heart
Or destroy it indefinitely.
But whichever way I go
I will drive you to madness
With the fire of fresh passion
And the aftermath of sadness.
You will call me profanities
Yet worship me as sacred
For I am wretchedly beautiful
As you are beautifully wretched!

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Random Shit From Visiting Jessey's Blog

Part Expert Kisser


You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity
You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off
And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave
When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

Part Passionate Kisser


For you, kissing is about all about following your urges
If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story
You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses
A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble





You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!

The Look Of Love

I wanted to tell him that he has the most beautiful face I've ever laid eyes on in my entire life. I wanted him to know that despite everything, to my eyes, his appearance hasn't changed. He is, and always will be, as beautiful as the day I began to love him. I wished he could hear me sigh in utter admiration when his long hair falls untidily around his face, framing his perfection. I wished I could make him realise how sexy he is just by sitting there, fiddling about with the TV remote control.

I didn't know how to tell him...for as always, I am inadequate with words. I gazed at him as lovingly as I could, filling my eyes with as much love as the little orbs could hold, and hoped that perhaps...just perhaps, he would be able to see all the affection I have for him mirrored in them.

He saw me and frowned, "Stop looking at me like I'm a zoo exhibit, ok?"


*PIAK*