Silver Screen Realism

Pressing the pause button on musical tragedy for the time being, I'll give it a shift to the silver or gold screens, whichever floats your sponge.I mean movies.I do realise that I'm not a movie critic or an artistic aristocrat, but do allow me a chance to share my thoughts.In today's modern world of movie viewing whether for pleasure or work, realism kicks you in your behind.I do idolise and play reruns of films based on reality, provided they have catchy punchlines and humour in a dark cynical way.Although I don't expect that much in every movie I watch, most people do.Try viewing any film that makes sense with another earthly being next to you, surely there's a moment where the person goes, "Is this shit real, fuck I hate it already!".Of course you don't hope to hear that when the person's hands are on your genitalia.There's only one sound thats emitted right there.To be absolutely truthful, the only films I enjoy with full enthusiasm are gangster flicks.You pick your choice.Take it or leave it...

Do You Choose Your Music, Or... (Part 1)

Does music choose you?Allow a pause for laughs to kick in.Who would've thought I would end up with a music playlist made up of only electronic music and golden oldies?Neither did I.I went through the whole teenage angst ages fueled up by songs that were made by people who didn't care much about bathing as much as they cared about glossing up their hair inches thick in hairstyling products.There is and was always this thing about dressing up like your favourite musical silhouette.Baggy pants which you could put sandbags in, for hip hoppers.Tight pants which made your balls implode, for piss drunk punksters.After all the sandbags and ball implosions that one could take, surely sense comes to mind.That's when one chooses or develops interest towards a particular genre and style of music to do all the explaining for all the past mishaps and mistakes.It's my personal opinion of a person's musical preference.Take It or Leave It...

The End of The Begining

I can't believe how fast I'm caught up with a dead end.What I meant is my writing and previous posts here, not my college life.So a mutual friend inspired and gave me hope to keep on writing and giving life to my blog.I remain thankful to that person who still has soul in him in this soulless world.I hope I don't sound too much like a person who's gonna give up life soon.At least I still do have guy friends who grow naturally talented nipples.I'm still where I'm at if you go with the slang.Because... "the grass is always greener on the other side".Anyone could've guessed that a pothead came up with that idea.So... if the grass is greener than cow poop all year round over here, I guess I'll be here for quite some time till this place runs out of greenery.Take it or leave it...