Finally got my hands on the 4-disc Infernal Affairs trilogy boxed set courtesy of my kumpareng balikbayan.
I've seen all three movies before (I own pirated DVDs of the two sequels) but now I can finally understand what the hell they're saying in the first movie. Infernal Affairs 1 I saw a couple of times in the Japanese Wowow channel without english subtitles. Hopefully, the characters' dialogues in the film will be way better than the, uh, dialogue that ran through my mind while watching the un-translated version. Certainly, it'll be less retarded than my dialogue.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Natural Selection at Work
Found this in Noel Vera's blog:
"After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling, stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum.
Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch staples of the type used in putting up wallboard...
An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.
I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification."
"After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling, stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum.
Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch staples of the type used in putting up wallboard...
An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at lunchtime with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.
I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification."
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Back from the grave
Recently learned from Dean Alfar's blog about Fully Booked's forthcoming 1st Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards. It is a writing contest and it's set to launch within the next few days. It has two categories, one for comics and one for prose genre fiction (scifi/fantasy). As Mr. Alfar reported, author Neil Gaiman has pledged $15,000 for the top prize. Or prizes since I reckon that it would be divided between the two categories. Was talking with Etchie about it earlier in YM and he said that winning just a thousand of that pot prize would be enough for him. So I guess if he joins and wins the contest, I'll leave him with the thousand and run off with the rest. Hehe.
Needless to say, I'm sorely tempted to join in the comics category. While exact details of the contest are yet to be released and the deadline's mid-December, there's no harm in preparing for it this early. I'll have to go through my notebooks and review some of the ideas I've scribbled through the years and have been gathering dust and see which ones are fit enough to be brought back so that my brain could start playing with them again. And of course I can always invite my muse over, hogtie her and threaten to reenact with her one of the deadlier scenes in Deadwood unless she gives me a dozen brilliant ideas or two.
I've been in a bit of a roll the past few days in the writing department. Started writing a script for a short comics story that I'll submit to a minicomic anthology and started polishing and fixing up a prose story that I stumbled upon one of my older notebooks.
I just hope that this momentum won't crash into a dead halt and instead pick up steam in the next few weeks or so.
Needless to say, I'm sorely tempted to join in the comics category. While exact details of the contest are yet to be released and the deadline's mid-December, there's no harm in preparing for it this early. I'll have to go through my notebooks and review some of the ideas I've scribbled through the years and have been gathering dust and see which ones are fit enough to be brought back so that my brain could start playing with them again. And of course I can always invite my muse over, hogtie her and threaten to reenact with her one of the deadlier scenes in Deadwood unless she gives me a dozen brilliant ideas or two.
I've been in a bit of a roll the past few days in the writing department. Started writing a script for a short comics story that I'll submit to a minicomic anthology and started polishing and fixing up a prose story that I stumbled upon one of my older notebooks.
I just hope that this momentum won't crash into a dead halt and instead pick up steam in the next few weeks or so.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Fortress of Decrepitude
Finally went home to the condo in Cubao. I still am enjoying my "vacation" at my parents' house in Sta. Mesa but one thing made me come back home to this little bachelor's pad/office ASAP: CSI's 2 hour season ender directed by Quentin Tarantino will air this Wednesday on AXN. And since they don't have AXN in Sta. Mesa and I have it here, well... 'nuff said.
While I was away from this place for some months, the toilet and bathroom got dirty (duh). No, dirty is too soft a word for it. It degenerated. The floor, heck the entire room has turned into one stinking quagmire. Not just-splotches-of-dirt-on-one-corner-of-the-floor dirty but muck-encrusted-and-Oh-my-God-did-that-small-pool-of-goo-just-try-to-grab-my-leg dirty. And one drawback of living alone is I have to go and clean all that stuff up lest it turns into a new primordial ooze and the first of the earth's new creatures walk out of it.
While I was away from this place for some months, the toilet and bathroom got dirty (duh). No, dirty is too soft a word for it. It degenerated. The floor, heck the entire room has turned into one stinking quagmire. Not just-splotches-of-dirt-on-one-corner-of-the-floor dirty but muck-encrusted-and-Oh-my-God-did-that-small-pool-of-goo-just-try-to-grab-my-leg dirty. And one drawback of living alone is I have to go and clean all that stuff up lest it turns into a new primordial ooze and the first of the earth's new creatures walk out of it.
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