On a stupor

just like symbiosis --should be the title of this post, but it would be an understatement. I think.

A couple of friends and i met up last night to watch the indie film, Pisay, which just recently won international awards for asian films. After watching the film and dissecting it's flaws, we agreed to continue sucking out the marrows of life at Quattro, timog.
Last night's discussion was a meteor shower of ideas, subjectively speaking, because I may get whacked-out again by just using the adjective, so much for last night's sophism. I was beaten down by these two urban post-modern philosophers, Gino and Marco, i have to say i felt wrongly placed on parallel universe of aesthetics. Due to being the affirmative on the issue of conformity, just for the sake of verbal opposition, i was butchered by lacking the ability to assert the issues being raised there. It was hellish, and i, knowing resistance is futile, dropped down on both knees, my lightsaber on the floor and faced the innevitable judicial murder of the two jedi master.
Waking up this morning, i feel compelled writing about what happened last night, primarily because i have to secure my acumen on philosophical matters, saving my sanity for my own survival, and of course, testing the phrenic toolbox given by these two masters. So, you see, it's not about battling it out till wit's end, it's the digging and pulling of ideas from ideas both parties benefited from, no matter how brute or compelling the word being thrown out at each other. Just like symbiosis.

Howlin Wolf blues session

I'm having LSS on this one. Thanks to my friend, erwin, for introducing me to the world of blues!
To you my friend, more babes! booze! and blues! If Tat is reading this, it should say, Bonds, books and blues!???

Plugged and pushing it on the web.

I just have to say that the I have been using a s60 3rd generation smart phone in posting entries here in my blog lately. If you would, most of the entries has videos or image on it, for a more appropriate introduction i guess..

The kibosh of spellingcontest

Went to U.P. last night supposedly to watch friends who will be performing their song, unfortunately, me and a couple of dismayed friends leaved the venue after 5 hours of waiting for them to play.

Gino summed it well when he said, "It's a bitch waiting here for hours, bearing to hear contemptible bands playing. It's a bitch man, it's a bitch."

Heart's a keyboard-- just keep on typing.

Gino, my kickass! buddy, keep sending me invites into a "goodtime" pre-valentine cowboy parteee! Cheers girls!