Monstrosities in Christmas

The stores close down earlier than usual. The MMFF (mutha-mutha-fucka-fucka!) starts taking over the movie line-up in cinemas. People go home to provinces and have parties of their own so there's no use calling up anyone for a night-cap cause everyone's got one. The Scrooge in me awakens but wants to do nothing more than sleep some more, thanks to five or so of my neighbors who happen to have bought themselves a nifty Magic Sing and every unit seems to be connected to four units of 3-by-6-by-3 foot prehistoric speakers that do nothing but reverberate waves of subliminal commands that would shatter your bones to fine powdery consistency in just under 4 hours of exposure. They sing Paglisan, Bed of Roses, Hey, Jude, and Green Green Grass of Home in a pattern that's sung one or two seconds after the lyrics had be queued. Being a true believer to the spirit of Christmas, I just ended up shouting my nicotine-choked vocal chords out hoping that the blasted singer could hear me and that it could eventually get him in rhythm.

I slept at 4:30 am after Christmas eve struggling to have one pillow choke up the noise over one ear and woke up at 10:30 am to the sound of what seems like the same singer doing Livin' La Vida Loca with the same gusto as the night before that would escalate William Hung's status to Grammy-calibre. As the mid-morning light hurt my eyes, I strained to get my bearings and groaned, "don't these guys ever need some fucking sleep?!" I gave up decided it's no use fighting the tone-deaf so I got out of bed and helped myself at breakfast with what's left over from last night. I was looking forward to a movie-marathon on Christmas day, something some of my friends came up with since watching Exodus could get one person a day-pass to Enchanted Kingdom.

Off to the theater I went.

The Glorietta movie house is cramped. Never in recent years have I experienced watching with a crowd that predominantly consist of children whose parents are busy shush-ing them to silence while getting foodstuff in plastic bags that by itself made really irritating noise. It seems that everyone is talking, eating, and moving in their seats all at the same time! As for the Exodus movie, it's a bunch of crap: melting make-ups, incredible tikbalang costume, short fight-scene, slapstick comedy, and cheap thrill all rolled into one 17M costing waste of time. Good thing I had 8 Mile and Serenity the night before. If not for the Enchanted Kingdom pass, the gorgeous Aubrey Miles (who happens to be the most fashionable Aswang I have laid my eyes on), and my friends, I would have left and wrote something for Man-Blog instead.


Speaking of Man-Blog, we're PinoyBlog's blog of the week! That's less than a month from live date and the site is already making waves. Ok, make that tsunamis.

What a way to end the year and it ain't over yet 'til I give out my Christmas presents. That is, if I get the time to make a list and get the presents. The queue over the cashier in malls is just surreal so I decided to make everyone else rush while I wait for this craziness to subside.

posted by Fritz @ 6:53 PM