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Calmado, el hombre, calmado, el hombre,
2002-08-25 00:42:42
I am listening to the radio that the University of Guadalajara puts out. Right now they're playing very Mexican music. There is a particular genre called 'corridos' (literally 'runs'). The music is very typically Mexican, and the lyrics are usually tell a amusing/stupid/perverse story. One song had these lyrics:
The bullet went through his ear,
Turned in his head and he spat it out
He didn't even stop chewing his tabacco
Calm, the man
Calm, the man
The tone was so insolent and disaffected that I couldn't help laughing. I just wish I knew what the title of that song was, or even the band that played it. -
I am Splat Boy. I am here to save you.
2002-08-22 14:15:06
I listened to my friend Rizal's new music today. He created for an indie movie I was working on before. Wow. Really good. The music, I mean. Really, REALLY good. I was so excited listening to it on his discman that I couldn't help punching him repeatedly in the arm to express my approval. It was really fantastic stuff.
I can't stop gushing enough. To think he made all this amazing music by teaching himself to use audio programs (on a lousy computer no less). I'm so proud of him. And not just because he produced good music, but because he kept at it despite the obstacles.
And his sound has evolved so much since he started. This will be the third set of songs he puts out, and every demo just keeps getting better.
I wish he was here so I could punch him some more!
Hung out with Bart and Rizal at Borders (at different times) today. I was waiting to go to cellgroup, which meant I had to wait about 5 hours in town after an earlier bible study with mom and Bart. It wasn't worth the time to go home and then return to town for cell, so I decided to go read the graphic novels at Borders. Found the Akira graphic novels, which I love love love love. I finally got to read the ending (book 6), which was intense, and made a little more sense than the movie. Not much though. But then I didn't have time to read the entire book, just the interesting bits.
I started reading the Akira comic way before I ever got to watch the movie. I was 11 or 12, and visiting the comic book shop for two hours after church every week because I had to wait for my mom to finish her own service. I was immediately drawn to the DC Vertigo books, and the Japanese mangas. I loved the kind of emotional depth that mangas offered, as opposed to the shallow macho posturing that American comics had. And of course Japanese violence was so much better. People actually died... and didn't come back. Besides a couple of characters like Robin and Superman, American comics hardly ever killed off their characters. I could count on Japanese comics to feed my thirst for paper and ink violence, and to tickle my developing sadism with tragic character deaths.
Akira was my favourite, but new Akira comics only came out every two weeks, so after reading the backlog, I moved on to Ranma 1/2, Psychic Girl Mai and a couple of other titles I don't remember anymore.
No girls my age understood my fascination with comics. And no, comics are not for people who don't like reading. Or at least, my love for comics was not borne out of a dislike for reading. Quite on the contrary - I loved reading, and so my appreciation for good-storytelling was quite developed. I was ecstatic to find another medium that actually told good stories.
At the time, I was young and geeky and incredibly shy about being the only girl in the comic shop. I hardly ever saw another female in there except the shop owner. Everytime a guy came into my aisle to pick out a comic or rearrange the shelves, I edged round the corner to disappear. You wouldn't believe the kind of emotional tension I went through. It was silly, but at the time, I felt like it was somehow WRONG for a girl to be in a comic shop. But to my credit I didn't scurry out the shop, just skulked around and pretended to be invisible.
Anyway, after a couple of hours bent over an Akira graphic novel, I got giddy and nauseas and had to go home. Had to skip cellgroup, which I was kinda looking forward to. But I suspected a low blood pressure swooning spell was coming on. I didn't want to keel over at cellgroup, so I went home. The bus ride was quite awful... I kept telling myself to concentrate on not throwing up. Kept popping the plastic bubbles on the bubble wrapper that was round the CD writer that Rizal returned me. Pok pok pok all the way home.
When I got home I went staright to bed even though it was barely 8 pm. My mom said my hands were cold. She rubbed Tiger Balm into my scalp to alleviate the giddiness and left me to take a nap. I thought I would sleep through till morning but I woke at about 10.30pm. Watched a couple of National Geographic documentaries about floods, a portion of the Little Women movie, and got all teary at the scene during Christmas where Mr Lawrence gives Beth his daughter's (or was it grandaughter's?) piano. Forgot to do my push-ups during the ad breaks, darn it.
By the way, for those who don't know, cellgroups are little group meetings in which people from church have bible studies and stuff. I haven't been to one for ages because I lost touch with my previous one when I went to Australia. I'm hoping I will be less distant from the members of this potential cellgroup, because I know half of them already from my television ministry in church. They are a fun, street-wise bunch. This cellgroup should be fun. - 2002-08-20 01:07:39 Do worms yawn?
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NAY, we are but MEN! ~ Tenacious D
2002-08-19 23:00:58
I'm trying to build up strength in my arms and back so I can go back into my role as a camera-person with minimum pain. Last Sunday I served in church and ended up with a back so stiff that when I bent at the waist during the service, something cracked loudly.
So anyway, I've decided to go back to the previous regime that worked - 50 push-ups everytime the movie/show I'm watching breaks for a commercial. That's 30 girly ones with the knees on the floor, and 20 guy ones.
The last time I did this, it was in Mexico, and it was to alleviate my watching MTV all day long. I had hardly anything to do there, so I made myself do 50 pushups everytime MTV screened a boyband song. Which was very, very often.
I must watch more TV so I can get in shape!
Kyburg: Nay, I was wearing the purple bandaids. They smell, look and feel like bubble gum. Hm, I wonder if they TASTE like bubble gum...?
No, I didn't get that the biting habit from my mom, though I'm sure she carried the gene that bestowed that habit. The women on my mom's side of the family are all biters. The oldest aunt bites puppies for affection. *grin* -
there aren't enough for everybody, she said
2002-08-19 14:32:28
Mom: Is that a plaster? Are you still peeling your thumb?!
Ami: *guilty look* Um, yes.
Mom: I should pray for you.
Ami: I'll manifest. *Ami convulses at dinner table*
Mom: Yeah, your thumb will grow demonic teeth and start snapping rabidly. *mom demonstrates*
Ami: Hahahah!
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Mom: You're psychotic, you know.
Ami: Yeah, I know.
Mom: Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault; if it's was something I did.
Ami: Of course it's your fault. Whose else could it be?
Mom: I'm trying to recall specifically what it was I did that made you this way...
Ami: Don't bother, there are too many to single out.
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