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The Happening™

I contain spoilers. Be warned.

OK, let's talk about movies. Really bad movies.
The Happening is a apocalyptic B-type movie. It seems that:

• M. Night Shyamalan can't make a single good movie that's up to his Sixth Sense™.
• When you don't have enough money for FX you can create movies with powerless superheroes, fake monsters guarding a village or (even worse) chemical substances -and with this I mean "invisible substances"- that make people kill themselves.

The only good thing the movie has is Mark Whalberg, and it's not even that good acting... Whenever people is about to die, you'll see the trees shaking because, besides of expelling a toxic substance, it also seems that the trees and the grass have the capability of producing wind (WTF?).

The scariest part in the whole movie has to do with the fact that I hate dolls, and there's a really big one on a bed, and not even that part was enough to put me on edge.

• The best: there's so many ways people kill themselves on this movie... the car crash was amazing. The movie is so short you don't waste too much time, or get bored for too long.
• The worst: The movie is so short you'll probably regret spending money on this, instead of buying a BigMac.

Shyamalan, I want you to know: you're not Hitchcock as to appear on every single piece of shitty movie you make. I hate your final-twisty thing, and it's not striking any more. I was the more enthusiastic person about The Sixth Sense™, but every since that one, you went down the hill, and if you think that you'll ruin a classic as The Day the Earth Stood Still™, you will regret it.

I thought that this movie I just saw was (hey, lookie here, "saw" and "was" are mirror words :D) going to be... good. And it wasn't (I don't feel like writing anything else, was that obvious?).

The Owner

Actually, this post should go on September (the 12th) of 2005, but back then I didn't have a blog, so... here't's, my own creation, The Owner (a song for Pagliólico).

(Why am I purple? Dunno, just thought it would be kinda cool)

I hate I have known you, I hate that I saw you,

I hate that I love you, uh, I love you so much.

I hate I can't sleep 'n I'm lying in bed

And now you have said: "look but don't touch".

I'm thinking about you, I hate you're not calling,

I'm stumbling and falling, wonder who's your guy.

I hate it's so easy, so easy to tease you,

But when it comes to kiss you, I'm naive and so shy.

And though I know your body is for everybody,

I bet that nobody can find that part.

I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,

I will be the owner of your heart,

I will be the owner of your heart,

I will be the owner...

My day's rearranged, I'm sleepless again,

When you weren't there I didn't believe in Hell.

I'm dying to please you don't seem to care,

I'm down to my knees and I hate you as well.

I won't say "I love you" though I hate to pretend,

I'm gonna be standing and you'll give up in te end.

I hate to make pressure but I cannot contain,

I'm not your sex-buddy, I'm not either a friend.

And though I know your body is for everybody,

I bet that nobody can find that part.

I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,

I will be the owner of your heart,

I will be the owner of your heart,

I will be the owner...

And though I know your body is for everybody,

I bet that nobody can find that part.

I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,

I will be the owner of... your body is for everybody,

But I bet that nobody can find that part.

I'm gonna keep trying, even if it means dying,

I will be the owner of your heart,

I will be the owner of your heart,

I will be the owner...

Oh, fuck it... I'm an emo, after all :S

Just a Moment

Have you ever had that feeling of closeness, when you see a hand so close to you that you just start wondering how would it be like to hold it, to touch that skin, to smell that hair, to taste those lips?

And yes, you had some days of that deathly closeness that, of course, ended up in distress & more loneliness.
Is it so hard to be wanted?
Is it so easy to end up alone, that you just find yourself lyin' on an empty bed every single night, trying not to think about it, to make those ghosts go away, and be happy for the moments you lived with that person?

But I'm back. I'm lying on an empty bed, like every other night. And even though I try not to think about it, the ghosts keep on comin' back to haunt me, and the moments I lived are fading with the constant torture of that skin, hair & lips that I will never get to taste.

And that single second I need is tearin' me apart, as we grow closer & the breach gets bigger and deeper, I transform into a divided being: a mask of happiness, and a dreamer's fantasy, beggin', bleeding and pleading for just a moment with you.

God's Video Card

Have you ever stopped for a second, watching the trees, the clouds, the water on the streets, and thought: "I wonder what video card is using God to pull up all of this at the same time...". Of course, it's not something everyone asks everyday, not even I do.
But when you think about it, isn't it obvious that there's gotta be something that thinks and looks for this universe? Think it this way: men haven't reached the point of creating a visually reallistic environment, rendered on real time, that behaves exactly the way nature does.

And when you see that, you realise (with an "s" or with "z"?) there's no way that nature could accidentally create so much perfection. 'Cause I don't care what doctors say: human being is a perfect machine, so fragile, capable of feeling, so accurate, self-improving, capable of mistakes and learning from them...

Sometimes I can't stop thinking that whoever wrote "American Beauty" thought about this, and that "there's so much beauty in this world" it's too much to take it.

Refraction, reflection, lightings, textures, colors, antialiasing, shading... think about this next time you witness a red sunset, and think: "What power pulled this up?".

One more time: God must have a hell of a video card.

P.S.: Yes, this is the type of crap you'll only find here: cheap thoughts and brain-storming for everyone to laugh at me. Who the fuck cares?