This is the album cover I did for my acoustic covers. I love the whole, nature-y feel of it. Very organic and real. Of course, I didn't play the guitar myself, so that ruins the whole element of real-ness.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Vintage Movies Galore
There's something very endearing and romantic about old movies. The crap they come up with nowadays (New Moon, anyone?) is barely watchable. Hence I'm going back to the older stuff, days when the words film and quality could stil be used in a same sentence. Of course, if 'quality-load-of-crap' is a word, it could be used with Hannah Montana too.
I watched my first black and white movie today. It's nice to see the world from the eyes of a dog (and no jokes about how I see the world from the eyes of a bitch, even if it may be true) now and then. I'd bought a collection of Marilyn Monroe (may she rest in peace) movies at Grammaphone, and one of the movies is 'Monkey Business'. She doesn't have a very big role in it, and is more of supporting character.
The movie stars Cary Grant, one of THE biggest male movie stars of the days of yore, as a chemist. He was working on a rejuvenating drug that can restore people to the vitality and vigor of their younger days, but to no particular success. When he wasn't looking, a lab chimpanzee called Ester (I don't know how that's relevant) escaped from her cage and mixed a bunch of chemicals together, then poured the mixture into a water cooler. See, i just knew chimpanzees are products of the devil. They rip your face off, and will poison your drink if they get the chance.
Cary and his wife try the drug on themselves, and also took some water to wash it down. The youth drug works to hilarious results, though none of them know it's the effects of the water. Madcap adventures ensues as they revert back to the personality of their younger selves.
Marilyn, as usual, was adorably stunning and delightful to watch. She's really perfected the role of the ditzy blonde, although in the black and white film, her hair is a weird shade of grey. Funny how her hair is not even blonde to begin with, but she's regarded as the most iconic blonde of the twentieth century.
The next film in the collection I'm gonna watch is All About Eve, the famous Bette Davis film that won as many Oscars as Titanic, and one of Mariah's personal favorites =)
I watched my first black and white movie today. It's nice to see the world from the eyes of a dog (and no jokes about how I see the world from the eyes of a bitch, even if it may be true) now and then. I'd bought a collection of Marilyn Monroe (may she rest in peace) movies at Grammaphone, and one of the movies is 'Monkey Business'. She doesn't have a very big role in it, and is more of supporting character.
The movie stars Cary Grant, one of THE biggest male movie stars of the days of yore, as a chemist. He was working on a rejuvenating drug that can restore people to the vitality and vigor of their younger days, but to no particular success. When he wasn't looking, a lab chimpanzee called Ester (I don't know how that's relevant) escaped from her cage and mixed a bunch of chemicals together, then poured the mixture into a water cooler. See, i just knew chimpanzees are products of the devil. They rip your face off, and will poison your drink if they get the chance.
Cary and his wife try the drug on themselves, and also took some water to wash it down. The youth drug works to hilarious results, though none of them know it's the effects of the water. Madcap adventures ensues as they revert back to the personality of their younger selves.
Marilyn, as usual, was adorably stunning and delightful to watch. She's really perfected the role of the ditzy blonde, although in the black and white film, her hair is a weird shade of grey. Funny how her hair is not even blonde to begin with, but she's regarded as the most iconic blonde of the twentieth century.
The next film in the collection I'm gonna watch is All About Eve, the famous Bette Davis film that won as many Oscars as Titanic, and one of Mariah's personal favorites =)
The theatrical trailer for Monkey Business:
My Bra (well not *my* bra, per se)
I never knew that My Bra could actually be used as the title of such a touching song. Kara Dioguardi wrote this for the breast cancer movement. She explains the title in the video. Triumph should really use this as their promo song.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Tale of the Sparrow and the Dung
"Once upon a time, a sparrow was flying south for the winter. Along the way, it got so cold that it froze solid and fell to the ground. To make matters worse, a cow took a dump on the sparrow. The warmth of the dung melted the sparrow, and it was happy and warm, so it started singing. A passing cat heard the sparrow, so it dug the sparrow out and ate it."
Lovely story.
The moral of the story is: those who dump crap on you arn't necessarily your enemies, and those who dig you out of the crap arn't necessarily your friends. Also, keep your mouth shut when you're happy and warm.
Lovely story.
The moral of the story is: those who dump crap on you arn't necessarily your enemies, and those who dig you out of the crap arn't necessarily your friends. Also, keep your mouth shut when you're happy and warm.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Fame
Fame thrills.
The exhilaration of thousands screaming your name. The pride swelling in your chest, knowing all these people waited hours just to catch a glimpse of you. The glowing satisfaction within you as you make someone's entire year, just with a smile and a wave. To see your name on the internet without having to Google for it. And to see more than one relevant page when you do Google for it.
Fame pays the bills.
All the worldly possessions you can possibly want. Material needs so well taken care of that you become numb to the satisfaction of fulfillment. A walk in your garden peppered with Victorian antiques, a crystal fountain bubbling champagne, a dip in the pool followed with a shiatsu in the patio. With a masseur flown in from Japan, naturally.
Fame chills.
It is lonely at the top. Who has the time or energy to make friends, with a chaotic circus constantly crammed around you. Who is truly there for you, and who is there to exploit you. Withdraw into your own shell, a cocoon of defense.
Fame kills.
Many ultimately destroyed by their very reason for being. Without entertaining, entertainers would not be themselves, would not have a purpose in life. The path towards true meaning in their lives also led to the brightest stars' untimely departure.
The exhilaration of thousands screaming your name. The pride swelling in your chest, knowing all these people waited hours just to catch a glimpse of you. The glowing satisfaction within you as you make someone's entire year, just with a smile and a wave. To see your name on the internet without having to Google for it. And to see more than one relevant page when you do Google for it.
Fame pays the bills.
All the worldly possessions you can possibly want. Material needs so well taken care of that you become numb to the satisfaction of fulfillment. A walk in your garden peppered with Victorian antiques, a crystal fountain bubbling champagne, a dip in the pool followed with a shiatsu in the patio. With a masseur flown in from Japan, naturally.
Fame chills.
It is lonely at the top. Who has the time or energy to make friends, with a chaotic circus constantly crammed around you. Who is truly there for you, and who is there to exploit you. Withdraw into your own shell, a cocoon of defense.
Fame kills.
Many ultimately destroyed by their very reason for being. Without entertaining, entertainers would not be themselves, would not have a purpose in life. The path towards true meaning in their lives also led to the brightest stars' untimely departure.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Dark Lord is Coming!
"Hello! So, as a.. you're a student right... okay. As a student, do you care for your future?"
Those were the first words out of her mouth the moment I answered the door. In fact, I wasn't even sure if she said hello.
"Umm, yes?" I replied.
"Great! So how do you ensure that your future is a bright one?"
"By studying? Which I need to get back to." I did the subtle-yet-obvious watch glance, then realized too late that I wasn't wearing a watch.
"Studying, huh! Right, so we study because we need to equip ourselves with knowledge, so we can get more material things right?"
"Yeeeesss?" Seriously, is there a question she asks that doesn't require an affirmative response. And I still didn't know where this was going. Is she some sort of assessment book sales lady?
"Good good, right lets take a look at the bible...." Ahh... It's all so clear to me now. Preachers. Normally, if it were ice-cream salesmen or drug pushers, I would have just given them a 'I really wanna, but I don't have the money' look and shut the door. But preachers, you gotta have some fun with them.
"Okay, found it!" She was flipping through the bible looking for a verse.
"Read this!" She shoved the book in my face and I was forced to read a paragraph about wisdom and its uses.
"Soooo, what do we all need?" The woman looks at me hopefully, while her finger is pointing to the word 'wisdom'. I gave her the 'are you fucking serious' look but I think she's been doing this long enough to learn how to ignore it.
I finally relent. 'Is it wisdom?' I said. Like I was on wheel-of-fortune or something.
"That's right!" Yippee, I win a trip to the Bahamas. I'd much rather win a cow prod to zap the woman. She goes on.
"Wisdom is what we need, as it says so in the BIIIIBLEEE (you know, the way they stress bible into a 4 syllable word). You see, it's such an important book. The word of God is recorded here. We all need widom, don't you agree with me?"
Finally, a time I can say 'no'. "I do agree that we need wisdom, but I don't believe we need it because it is what the bible says. We need food and air, regardless or not the bible recommends it."
The woman was slightly taken aback. She composes herself and fearlessly pushes on. "But you see, if we study the bible, we will know more about.."
"I cannot agree with a lot of the things the bible is saying.."
"For example?" She has the nerve to interupt me.
"Well, for example, the part about the slaves? About how it is an alright thing to do? About how to obtain slaves, how hard you can beat them, and when you can have sex with the female slaves?" She gives me a look like as if she's never heard of the book of Leviticus, Exodus, Ephesians, Timothy and Luke, all of which mention slavery in a positive light.
For once, she's quiet. I push on.
"Also, I cannot accept the part where homosexuality is condemned. All the 'if a man lies with another man as he would with a woman, then they shall both be put to death for their blood guiltiness is upon them' stuff. People are people. If God created every one of us, wouldn't he love us equally? Why would those who break the commandments be condemned to eternity in hell? And yet he still 'loves' us?" I ramble off a quote to scare her.
She actually brightens up at the mention of hell, which kinda scares me. "Right! Hellfire. Well you see, actually hell is something the churches are advocating, but it is actually not mentioned in the bible. God actually says in one part that he never meant for the pagans to burn their criminals, and that it was never his intention..."
"God is powerful enough to create the entire universe, and yet he watches helplessly as a group of primitive people set fire to each other. Right. And why would the church preach something that is not even in the bible then? Isn't the whole point of going to church to learn more about your religion? What's the whole point if they're wrong?"
The woman is starting to get flustered. She looks to her partner for help but the other one is retreating further into the distance.
I've barely ranted enough, but my mom came back at that point and I know she wouldn't let me keep torturing them.
"Alright, I guess this is just not the right faith for me. I had fun talking to you guys though, thank you for coming!" I slowly itch the door close.
"You don't have to choose your faith now! Maybe we can come back again with magazines... or.."
"Goodbye!" And the door slams shut.
I sure hope they come back again. Maybe the next time I'll fake a demonic seizure and start yelling "THE DARK LORD IS GOING TO GET YOU! THE DARK LORD IS COMING!". They would think I'm talking about Satan, but of course I'm talking about Voldermort.
Those were the first words out of her mouth the moment I answered the door. In fact, I wasn't even sure if she said hello.
"Umm, yes?" I replied.
"Great! So how do you ensure that your future is a bright one?"
"By studying? Which I need to get back to." I did the subtle-yet-obvious watch glance, then realized too late that I wasn't wearing a watch.
"Studying, huh! Right, so we study because we need to equip ourselves with knowledge, so we can get more material things right?"
"Yeeeesss?" Seriously, is there a question she asks that doesn't require an affirmative response. And I still didn't know where this was going. Is she some sort of assessment book sales lady?
"Good good, right lets take a look at the bible...." Ahh... It's all so clear to me now. Preachers. Normally, if it were ice-cream salesmen or drug pushers, I would have just given them a 'I really wanna, but I don't have the money' look and shut the door. But preachers, you gotta have some fun with them.
"Okay, found it!" She was flipping through the bible looking for a verse.
"Read this!" She shoved the book in my face and I was forced to read a paragraph about wisdom and its uses.
"Soooo, what do we all need?" The woman looks at me hopefully, while her finger is pointing to the word 'wisdom'. I gave her the 'are you fucking serious' look but I think she's been doing this long enough to learn how to ignore it.
I finally relent. 'Is it wisdom?' I said. Like I was on wheel-of-fortune or something.
"That's right!" Yippee, I win a trip to the Bahamas. I'd much rather win a cow prod to zap the woman. She goes on.
"Wisdom is what we need, as it says so in the BIIIIBLEEE (you know, the way they stress bible into a 4 syllable word). You see, it's such an important book. The word of God is recorded here. We all need widom, don't you agree with me?"
Finally, a time I can say 'no'. "I do agree that we need wisdom, but I don't believe we need it because it is what the bible says. We need food and air, regardless or not the bible recommends it."
The woman was slightly taken aback. She composes herself and fearlessly pushes on. "But you see, if we study the bible, we will know more about.."
"I cannot agree with a lot of the things the bible is saying.."
"For example?" She has the nerve to interupt me.
"Well, for example, the part about the slaves? About how it is an alright thing to do? About how to obtain slaves, how hard you can beat them, and when you can have sex with the female slaves?" She gives me a look like as if she's never heard of the book of Leviticus, Exodus, Ephesians, Timothy and Luke, all of which mention slavery in a positive light.
For once, she's quiet. I push on.
"Also, I cannot accept the part where homosexuality is condemned. All the 'if a man lies with another man as he would with a woman, then they shall both be put to death for their blood guiltiness is upon them' stuff. People are people. If God created every one of us, wouldn't he love us equally? Why would those who break the commandments be condemned to eternity in hell? And yet he still 'loves' us?" I ramble off a quote to scare her.
She actually brightens up at the mention of hell, which kinda scares me. "Right! Hellfire. Well you see, actually hell is something the churches are advocating, but it is actually not mentioned in the bible. God actually says in one part that he never meant for the pagans to burn their criminals, and that it was never his intention..."
"God is powerful enough to create the entire universe, and yet he watches helplessly as a group of primitive people set fire to each other. Right. And why would the church preach something that is not even in the bible then? Isn't the whole point of going to church to learn more about your religion? What's the whole point if they're wrong?"
The woman is starting to get flustered. She looks to her partner for help but the other one is retreating further into the distance.
I've barely ranted enough, but my mom came back at that point and I know she wouldn't let me keep torturing them.
"Alright, I guess this is just not the right faith for me. I had fun talking to you guys though, thank you for coming!" I slowly itch the door close.
"You don't have to choose your faith now! Maybe we can come back again with magazines... or.."
"Goodbye!" And the door slams shut.
I sure hope they come back again. Maybe the next time I'll fake a demonic seizure and start yelling "THE DARK LORD IS GOING TO GET YOU! THE DARK LORD IS COMING!". They would think I'm talking about Satan, but of course I'm talking about Voldermort.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Dollhouse
Joss Whedon has done it again. From the creator of Buffy, Angel, Firefly and Serenity comes this amazing new show, Dollhouse. Its about this organization where volunteers have their minds wiped clean, and depending on the client's needs, they have differnt personas imprinted on them to suit different assignments. It could vary from being the perfect lover, to an assassination job, to being a bodyguard or a safe-cracker, all depending on what the client needs.
The 'Actives', as they're called in the show, are people who have volunteered five years of their lives to the Dollhouse, in exchange for a gigantic paycheck and solutions to all their problems. People who feel that they have no where else to go come to Dollhouse and give up those years, while not truly knowing what they're signing up for.
The Dollhouse is a very serene and tranquil haven for the Actives. It is designed to be extremely soothing, to allow the Actives to have zero conflict and shock when they're in the mind-wiped state. They even have yoga sessions on the patio upon the pond. And the best part is, they all shower together, male and female, cause in their blank state they supposedly have no desires or emotions. An erection or two subsequently proved them wrong.
It's a very dark show and it explores issues on moral ethics and identity. Can who a person is be changed just because she doesn't have memories of who she was? Or is character and personality something that goes deeper than surface consciousness? The beautiful and terrifying part about this is that the Actives truly believe they're the person they've been imprinted with, which makes them completely honest and real. This raises the question of how real they are, when they have been programmed to be real.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
My Christmas Album Cover
This is the cover I designed for my Christmas songs! I love the pun of peace and piece. Cause you know, we should spread peace during Christmas, and all that crap.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Say It To My Face : A Poem
I can tell once again that you’re lying
Just from the fact that your mouth is moving
So tired of hearing the stories, it makes me sad
Each chipping away at the impression I once had
What gross creature are you becoming
Is this new, or are your true colors revealing
It makes me sick now to see you smile
For I know your intentions are disgustingly vile
For someone so short, you tell amazingly tall tales
Of splendid legends and fantastical fairytales
How many others have been fooled by you
You two headed snake, you worthless tool
What do you get out of these charades and games
The disguises and tricks, pushing the blame
Your cowardly acts are pitiful to watch
When your lies are as obvious as a flaming torch
“Why you so obsessed with me”
If I were to quote Mariah Carey
"All up in my business", asking this, asking that
My social life is your priority, I find that sad
Unless you’re hopelessly in love with me
I see no reason for a fuss over sexuality
My presence got you caught up in a daze
You’ve got something against me, say it to my face
Like an alcoholic in a liquor store
You can’t get enough of what you should deplore
Drowning in your own pits of deception
Your failed attempts at cries for attention
No, I don’t want to be the ‘bigger’ person
I’ll stab you in the back, just give me half a reason
Yes, I do want to sink to your level
In your despondent cries of despair, I’ll revel
Is your half developed brain really that weak
Why can’t you make up your mind for more than a week
Your sworn enemy becomes your BFF by magic
Why not change your sex while you’re at it
You won’t be the last to betray me
People like you there’ll always be plenty
Judases are like misery
Go ahead, keep that other one company
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Mariah Talks Eminem 'Hypothetically'
"Eight years ago, maybe I met that person kind of in a very platonic way and yet they're still using my name in songs in order to boost their career which I don't think is working so my thing is if I write a song and it's called "Why are you obsessed with me?" and people are seeing that person in the song? That's not my problem... Truly it's just obsession. I mean, I don't even know who we're talking about. I'm just using a hypothetical example of just like anybody who would write a song about somebody and try to say nasty, disgusting things about them eight years later when they're married. I was like I don't think so."
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