A step-by-step guide on how to ruin your life if you’re me

1. Go on the internet, read random articles about movies and music and what have you
2. Find an interesting-looking movie that you know nothing about
3. Read about the hype, if any. If none, read the barest minimum of plot summaries, production notes and cast interviews. Do NOT watch trailers
4. Forget about it for a few months
5. See its title written on some scratch paper you kept in your wallet
6. Download it for shits and giggles
7. Watch it
8. Get absolutely wrecked by it, and cry about it, rave about its artistic merits, and recommend it to people even though you know they won’t watch it because they know you’ve got a thing for weird stuff
9. Do intensive research on the movie, its director/s and writers and cinematographers, its cast, and its soundtrack
10. Zoom in on a character/actor
11. Obsessively do some career-spanning research involving Google, uTorrent and YouTube (and in some cases, Spotify); for rarer items, risk giving your device AIDS by perusing the occasional Russian website
12. Watch all their material you could get your hands on, and start expanding your research into whatever is the subject matter of their movie/s
13. Begin learning about mental illnesses of musicians from the 60s, pedophiles and “grooming”, American Lo-Fi, Russia in the 19th century, Wall Of Sound, etc
14. Have your life taken over, have no one to talk to about it, and cry
16. Watch it again
17. Repeat steps 8 through 16
18. Finally get so emotionally worn out by it by the 10th runthrough that you decide to stop watching it
19. Don’t watch or listen to anything new for a while, avoid attachments
20. Get bored about not being emotionally moved by anything
21. Repeat step 1
Made this post because I am currently caught in the gentling slope of a Blur addiction and the rapid downward spiral of a Swiss Army Man and  Paul Dano bender, and thought to chronicle the various steps of my media addictions.
[audio http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/01pg218396/alt-j_-_breezeblocks.mp3]

muscle to muscle and toe to toe
the fear has gripped me but here I go
my heart sinks as I jump up
your hand grips hand as my eyes shut

please break my heart

please don’t go
I’ll eat you whole
I love you so
I love you so, I love you so
—Alt-J, “Breezeblocks”

I’m so tired,
I don’t know what to do

I’m so tired,
my mind is set on you

I wonder, should I call you?
but I know what you would do

you’d say
I’m putting you on
but it’s no joke

it’s doing me harm
you know I can’t sleep

I can’t stop my brain
you know it’s three weeks

I’m going insane

You know I’d give you everything I’ve got
For a little peace of mind

I’m so tired
I’m feeling so upset

Although I’m so tired
I’ll have another cigarette
—”I’m So Tired” by The Beatles

[audio http://skinsparty.free.fr/pro/Rock%20anglais/M.I.A%20-%20Paper%20Planes.mp3]
I fly like paper, get high like planes
if you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name
if you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one done in a second if you wait

all I wanna do is *bang bang bang bang*
and a *klak* and *kching*
and take your money

pirate skulls and bones
sticks and stones and weed and bones
running when we hit ’em
lethal poison through their system

no one on the corner has swagger like us

some, some, some I, some I murder
some I, some I let go
—”Paper Planes” by M.I.A.

In No Particular Order..

November 1. My dad accidentally stepped on a piece of wood with a rusty nail poking out of it. He had to get anti-tetanus shots for it, but not until two days after and his foot had swollen to twice its size. Because y’know, trips to the doctor are impractical affairs that cost money. He’s fine now, just limping a little. I can only hope he remembers that big rusty nail digging into his sole and how he yelled in panic the next time he refuses to be careful.

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October 20. This was the puppy that died. She was named Chewbacca, nicknamed Chewie. She is survived by her mother, Rasubear, and her three sisters Bernardine, Little Brown, & Diamond.


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I’ll be going back to Baguio in a few days. I’m packing up later today. Enrollment’s on the 5th, and classes start on the 7th. Who’s heard of breathers? Apparently not the folks at school.  I miss my friends, sure, but that hardly matters when set beside the prospect of the impending hardship this oncoming storm that is 2nd Semester AY 2013 – 2014 is bound to be. Damn it, I am so not ready for the new semester. I am not ready at all.

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Some good albums:

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October 30. I went out and was social with my two younger friends again.

Looking forward to going with these guys to UPD FebFair again next year.

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This sembreak was rather productive. I got around to finishing some of the books I’ve been meaning to get over and done with, I cleaned out my room, wiped windows, cooked some stuff for the Feast Of All Souls, and even got around to sorting my reading material, as you can see below.

Look at those readings. Hot damn, that’s a lot. And that’s not even all of it; I threw away some of my papers from first year (shame on me, I know). That’s still a whole lot of reading material I’ll probably never get around to reading until summer. Then, and maybe on Christmas break. I’m pretty excited!

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October 26 & 29. I bought myself some books, and a new journal.

Tom Carson’s Gilligan’s Wake & Benjamin Kunkel’s Indecision bought on October 26 for Php99, Php49.50 each.

Giligan's Wake; Indecision

On the same day I bought the new journal, whom I dubbed Vlad Joachim. Green, hardbound, unlined, with black ribbon page marker. “Middle finger foot” sticker rebuked from Gretta Juliann and transferred to back of Joche.

Holly Payne’s The Virgin Knot, Alex Master’s Stuart: A Life Backwards, & Stephen King’s Needful Things bought  on October 29 at Booksale, all for under Php90. Covers aren’t in good condition, but the pages are alright. Currently in the middle of Needful Things. Probably the best bargain book I’ve ever bought.

The Virgin's Knot; Stuart: A Life Backwards, Needful Things

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Check out this fuckin’ big-ass rabbit

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I need to sleep. The rest of the posts will have to wait until later today.

Ylvis – Someone Like Me

Excuse me, miss
but do you like the dubstep?

May I present to you Ylvis, the Lonely Island of Norway (though apparently they were in the business years before than the Dudes). Ylvis is actually two people, brothers Bard & Vegard Ylvisaker (with IPA symbols I am too lazy to look for)—both are hilarious, extremely good-looking, have funny accents that manage to sound sexy, and can actually sing. The blond angel singing in this genius piece of musical + dubstep is Bard, and your ears are testament to the fact that the boy has got some serious singing talent. The lady with the beautiful voice I am not entirely familiar with, though her face does resemble WIllem Dafoe’s (I don’t mean to insult! Willem Dafoe is a very handsome man!). I will probably never get tired of this video, since I have already dipped a toe into the realm of dubstep some time ago and reluctantly embraced it. This video  + song, however, is a total game changer, and I am seriously considering listening to more dubstep in the future, because I now recognize it more as a genre than a subject of online ridicule.

My horizons widen and broaden again, thanks to Swatdojo and Ylvis.