DoDoDo

I’m addicted to a song. But the problem is, I can’t sing it. Not that it’s too high. I can always change the pitch. It’s the lyrics of the song which I can’t understand. I’ve been searching around the whole internet world the lyrics of this song, but I just cannot. Yeah, depressing.

I devised a plan. I would try to listen to the song over and over and over again so that I would get the lyrics and write it down. The problem is that, there are many vague words. And the song is too fast for me to handle, which leaves me puzzled.

It’s mesmerizing to love a song which you can’t understand the lyrics, right? Hahaha. Well, for the record, this is the first OPM song I liked. Promise! Primarily, the reason behind that is that, it does not sound corny and pathetic. It’s not those trying hard copy cat songs of other lame Filipino singers out there who does nothing but to make awful covers of smashing hits. This one’s original. It’s fresh. It is like internationally made! When I first heard of this, I was like electrocuted.  “Is this really a Filipino original?” I said to myself. It was like an international record! Good job, fellow person!

The genre is like Owl City, another reason why I was hooked up with the song. The name of the band is Somedaydream. He’s a one-man band like Owl City, but unlike the latter, Somedaydream only has a few originals. Some covers are worth listening because it’s like his original songs! Electro! Woohoo!

Anyway, the title of the song is, “Do Do with You.” If anyone could give me the lyrics, I would very much appreciate you! :D

Sorcerer and Me

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.

It’s a great movie! From the effects, to the story. Everything was just damn perfect.

I’ve heard many reviews saying it was a good movie, and I was to prove it wrong (because I’m really not a Nicolas Cage fan), but I failed. It really was a very fantastic movie!

What I really love about the movie is the humor. I almost laughed at every moment of the movie. It’s not because of slapstick humor (which is not at all present in the movie), but the conversational humor in which the ones that are funny are their dialogues.

I also love how they portrayed the Sorcerer’s Apprentice (the part when the apprentice uses his power to command the brooms to fix the room). I have watched a few versions of this, most memorably that of Disney’s. But, the portrayal in the movie worked a lot and it was very funny, yet very novel. It was very great, indeed.

I loved the effects so much that I’m just so speechless. It was very good! But what I liked most is the part where Cage throws water to the villain, in a slow motion. This scene happened at the railway. I was stupefied, really!

I also liked how I predicted a plot and it never happened. It only means that the movie was unpredictable, though I predicted from the start that it would have a happy ending. Disney movies always have good endings, don’t they? Haha.

But, what I really, really admire about the movie is the lesson. You don’t have to be handsome and cool to get a girlfriend. Sometimes, being weird catches a girl’s heart. I’m not that weird, I’m just not cool, and handsome. Maybe, because of my uncoolness, a girl would fall for me (hoping to be the one I love – if there is, but right now, there is no one). However, I know, it’s from a movie, and not all things that happen on movies happen in real life. But, who knows, maybe some beautiful blonde girl would be my first girlfriend. There would be silver eagles flying in mid-air. There would be changing cars. There would be reverse worlds, and stuff.

Who knows?

Ahh. Such a good movie. If I were to rate it, I would give it an 85% rating.

JAPS

I fell in love the moment I heard her voice.


She's a beauty. Her voice, her smile, her face, her everything! I don't know what to say more. She's one of a kind princess. She captured my heart with her voice. Right now, I'm listening to her sing the songs of the greatest band in the whole world. Whoa. I hope she'll get more famous than the singers out there who doesn't even know how to sing. I hope she'll get more famous than the idols of today. 


I know she'll be.


Gotta listen to her more. :D

Silence and Noise

It has been hours since I last heard noise. And it is only now that I heard silence again. The silence that I cling to in times of sadness. The silence I run to in times of fear. The silence I linger on to seek comfort. I heard of noise just hours ago and it irritated me. The noise of boisterous laughter. The noise of drunken men. The noise of parties. Ugh. Why can't they all be sane people? I try ignoring them, but, it's not use. Their noise is much powerful than the silence inside me. They're maybe sleeping now, but, hey, I'm still awake. 

It's dawn and I'm still awake, trying to finish something. Maybe it's adrenalin that forces me to stay up this late and finish our paper. Maybe I will have a good slumber once I reach home. Maybe not. Right now, I am in front of my laptop, trying to be awake, while listening to the beautiful melody of silence, harmonized by the chicken's alarm. Few people are talking.  Few vehicles are moving. They are all harmonized to form the silence from within.

I remember one time when in an instant, I only heard silence. Yes, there were boisterous laughter, but I only heard silence. Yes, there were many moving vehicles, but I only heard silence. Yes, there were loud conversations, but I only heard silence. It was very quiet, much more quiet than now. I don't know why or how. I know that it was only for a short matter of time, but, it was magical, like somewhere I never wanted to leave.

Ahy. So much for my frivolous thoughts. Speaking of which, I already changed my column name. So sad. It's not frivolous thoughts anymore. Rather, I went back to my former name, Box Cart. No harm done, it's still an Owl City Song (Umbrella Beach).

Well, let me bid you good night err, good morning, while I try hitting the hay. If not, then, I'll get back to you.

YOU

YOU. You are a worthless, useless, lazy, freakishly annoying person. You are only thinking about yourself. You are only thinking about what the blood is telling you. Do you really care about this?

                What about this?

Wait. Let me check my Friendster.

                What about that?

Wait. I can’t breathe. We broke up.

                When is this?

Wait. I’m in ecstasy. We made up.

                Why is this here?

Cause I find it funny.

                Why is this not here?

We don’t have matter anymore.

                This is more important than that, right?

I don’t know about that. Wait. Let me check my Plurk.

                Do you know we still lack a lot of funds?

We already have a lot of them.

                What about the other panel of judges?

We’ll just select the best.

                He is one of the best judges. Why is he not included?

We are not close.

                Can we just use what is available?

No. You find this. I want this. I am more handsome with that.

                What about the poster?

I want us to be there. Wait, someone tweeted me.

                Are you sure this is good?

Yeah. I like it.

                Are all the shirts printed already?

Not yet. I’m busy talking to her.

                With great power comes great electric bill.

It’s fine. I’m not the one paying.

                What about her watch?

Wait. I’ll answer that later. Let’s take a picture.

YOU. I don’t know about you. But, I’ll just do what I’ve got to do. I regretted that you won in the Master Chef. When will you open your eyes to the real world? Why are your blood lines so fucking big deal? As if anyone cares.

No wonder.

FRIVOLOUS THOUGHTS (Draft 2)

Just another draft. I am sure this is not the final one. I know. haha.

I CRUMPLE PAPERS

Let me tell to you a story.

The Story of the Conceited Paper

There was this paper, just fresh from the machine.

He was so humble that people would buy him. However, because of the praises of his good quality, he became more stubborn and arrogant. He would show off his white perfect quality and boasts that no other paper has that quality. With much vanity in his fibers, he talks about himself to other papers of his same kind. However, a tree approached him. “Who are you?” the proud paper said.

“I am a tree. You came from me. Everyone of you came from me.” Said the tree.

“And so?” he said raising his blue lines.

“You don’t have the right to boast about yourself. You’re just a paper. Other papers are better than you, but they just stick around the corner, being used humbly.”

“I don’t care. I’ll prove that I’m the best. Pour water to me. Burn me. I’ll be alive.”

The rain poured. The tree just laughed. The paper was soaked. It was the end of him.