EXAGGERATION NATION

Spider-Man 3  – A Review

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"Your Friendly Neighborhood Block of
Cheese" was the first thought that came to mind after seeing this
latest Spider-Man flick. WARNING: SPOILERS ABOUND!

There were so much cheese in this movie (even more
than the previous 2 compared!), I felt as if I just ate a whole pan of extra
large Quattro Formaggi pizza all by myself: NOT GOOD. And furthermore, I never
got the appeal of the fist two, and this movie just made it official: Me no
likey Spidey.

But of course it’s not all bad though. Let’s do a
run-down of what I think is nice. The Good:

- James Franco is hot. Period.

- Gwen Stacy is also hot, and stunning.

- And… Um, uh yeah. Except for the very funny scenes with the
Maître d’ in the restaurant, I don’t think there are that many redeeming
quality. It’s just another superhero movie! Wheee?

What I am not so sure about, The Question Mark:

- The special effect. OK I must admit that I do
find the special effect astonishing, and very slick. But my problem with it
(same with my problem with the previous movies’ special effect) is that it’s so
slick that sometimes it just does not look real. It has a cartoon-like quality
to it. Unless that was the intention of it, I don’t think I like it that much.
Or maybe it’s just me?

Anyhow, what you’ve been waiting for, The Ugly:

- James Franco is hot. AND they freakin’ killed
him off. Foolish.
- How many more times do we need to be reminded of Uncle Ben? I know, I know he
was important to Peter’s life, but making him as a plot line in 3 movies is
just LAZY scriptwriting.

- What is up with the villains? One was like: "You killed my dad and I’m so gonna kill you! Oh I got amnesia and now we’re buddy-buddy again! Oh wait I remember now, I should kill you! But whatever I’m gonna help you anyway." The other one was like: "I’m not that bad you know. I only kill and rob for my daughter. Forgive me. Boo-hoo." And another, the best one probably, was only: "You embarrass me!", and then he died.

- Venom is probably one of the best known Spider-Man villain, and he’s only in
the movie for 30 minutes? WTF? They should’ve just focused on one villain.

- Tobey Maguire should have exercised harder before shooting. What is up with
the double chin and chunky belly? Spidey was a lean mean superhero in the first
two. I mean seriously, you’re getting paid by the millions, you should deliver!

- Oh the drama! I can’t take it. Some tears make superhero movies believable,
TOO MUCH and we have cheese on our hands. A good portion of the people in the
cinema chuckled during the scene where Harry died and MJ & Peter cried. Not
good at all.

- Lastly, don’t get me started on all the singing, dancing & SELF-LOVE
PARADE. Ick.

   

Oh did I mention that, when I was watching this flick, about 10 people walked
midway and never got back in again? They might walked out because they have a
dentist appointment for all I know, but honestly I do not think that was why. Lucky I didn’t have to pay anything to watch this movie (I’ve unlimited cinema-card membership).
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Verdict:
Overall, even though it’s entertaining at some parts, it’s still too long, too much going on, bad
script, and have all the potential to be good. I’ll be easy on ya: 6/10.

This is something that I do not
usually tell people. Open as I am, for some reason there are things of my past
that I wish would just go away.

It did go away, and so did other memories.
I don’t know what happened; maybe I did try to repress some memories, or maybe I do have a terrible long-term memory. The outcome of whichever is actually true is that there are very little things I can remember below
the age of 12.

However, now it’s coming back to me - mostly
bad memories, and I am just itching to share it.

This goes way back when I was
little, probably in my elementary years. I am not exactly sure, but I think I
was around 10. But then again, what do I know.

Here’s the thing:
I used to be deathly
afraid of death.
 

Don’t get me wrong, as much as I tease myself by
saying that I want to die, I still am very scared of the thought of it. What so
different about it was that I cried, and cried and cried because of this. Moreover, I seriously do not think a 10 year old crying himself
out of the fear of death is normal. 

If you were wondering; no, I did not know anyone
that died around that time. I do not even think I had been to a funeral before
that time. The source is still obscure. But the fear was clearly there.

At first I was just afraid of the thought of
myself eventually die. It expanded. Explored further. I started to be even more afraid of the
thought of my parents dying. So much so that I prayed I would go before them.
And I was just 10.

It was always in the bathroom. Under the shower.
The water was hot (I enjoyed that). Red. The tiles were red (they are still
red). It was always during my afternoon showers.

I used to say "No", "Please
God, no",asked "Why?", eventually it became "Please
take me first" and "I do not want to see them die."

Surprisingly(?):
Nobody knew.
 

As far as I am concerned, no one in my
family knew. I would get out of the shower looking freshly showered,
invigorated, not at all showing emotions. They did not hear, I did not tell. I did not think it was necessary.

What bothered me even more now is that I have no
recollections of me coping with this. My theory is that I grew up and learned
to except the fact, and just forgot about all this. As if nothing ever happened.

The truth is:
Nothing happened in that red bathroom.

There were no prove of tears - the steaming water
washed them away. There were no sound of strained wails - the splashing of the water was
louder

But a lot did happen in my mind, my heart. Yeah. Hmm. I think
I still had one then.

I’ve got a new hobby. One that none of y’all would be able to guess.

It’s boxing. Yeah, seriously.

Oh OK, technically it’s not exactly boxing, as I am indeed not wearing the gloves and whatnot. Basically I just abuse the punching bag in my gym. Usually I would play some rage-fueled rock songs, and just bring that motherfucking punching bag down.

It’s so exhilarating.

Not only do I sweat and burn calories doing it, but it’s also a very good stress release. I’d recommend this to anyone (especially for those introverts, you know who you are). What’s even better is that with every punch, I prepare myself for a fight.

On the negative side, my knuckles do hurt a bit afterwards. But it’s completely fine, as the pain makes me feel manlier. LOL.

Anyway, so now the world has got one more reason not to make me mad. I am so ready to beat the crap of some religion-freak, bigoted homophobic bastards. I bet it’ll make me feel even better, mmm.

I just have to share this one with ya.

This is probably one of the
happiest songs I’ve ever heard in a while. It’s
catchy, cute, and energetic at the same time. I mean, just look at the
name of the band (they’re from Sweden, go figure! Lol) and the name of
the song, how does that not make you want to smile?

Personally, I’ve been playing it like crazy, and it sure is a great change from my
inclination to songs with a rather somber tone. This stuff is good for your heart.

So, right-click and save the link below and listen to it. Do it, I promise you, you will be singing along the "na-na-na-na" in no time.

I’m From Barcelona - "We’re From Barcelona"

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PS: So yeah, putting on links of songs is new to me. I might do it
again, I might not. Depends on whether another song worth mentioning
will appear again or not.

Hmm so, does any of you know what it feels like to wake up from a dream in which you were getting a hand job from a friend (M), while another friend (F) was pleasuring herself using a vibrator beside you?

… It was rather surreal,
and uh… very very awkward indeed.

Fortunately enough though, the dream didn’t leave a mess in the real world, if ya know what I mean. Even though I must admit that the dream did make me horny , even if just slightly and in a totally gross kinda way.

Anyhow, I promise that that will be the only time I have sex involving someone with a vagina in close proximity. Not my cuppa tea.

I’m not the kind of blogger who likes to put song lyrics as a post. This is mainly because:

a. it’s kinda boring
b. it’d make me seem less creative, credible, etc
c. mostly only girls do it, with cheesy love songs, and I’m not cheesy, not a girl, and just don’t know what love feels like.

However today I’m going to dismiss it all and put my first ever lyrics-based post. I can’t believe I’ve had this song just sitting idly in my iTunes library for almost 1 and a half years, and I have only just started paying attention to it recently.

Needless to say, it’s been on constant rotation. I love this song and I can totally relate to the lyrics. It’s angst-ridden, it’s angry, it’s honest, it’s beautiful, it’s sad, and it’s the truth.

So, this one is for you, whoever you are:

"Bloody
Motherfucking Asshole"
- Martha Wainwright

Poetry is no place for a heart that’s a whore
And I’m young and I’m strong
But I feel old and tired
Overfired

And I’ve been poked and stoked
It’s all smoke, there’s no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here
has been some sort of joke
That I’ve been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I’m cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
With the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I’m all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I’ve been watching in bars
Who’ve been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I’m all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother
fucking asshole
Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole
Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole
Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole
Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole
Oh, you bloody . . .

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I’m all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

I always declare that I just don’t care and don’t listen to what people say about me. But try as I might, it gets to me sometimes.

I’ve been called harsh, rude, insensitive, attention-hog, mean, cold, heartless, evil even, and all kind of other things.

Mostly negative. Heck, almost all negative. Mostly I can associate myself with. And it’s perfectly OK. Until recently.

It strucks me: it’s kind of tiring to get this feedback, even if it surely is the truth. It feels as if the people around me are only around me because of geographical reasons, and they don’t truly enjoy being around me, they only got used to it.

And maybe, just maybe, I need to change. For my own sake, for the sake of the people around me.

Maybe I should be nicer.
No trash talking. No teasing. No nasty jokes. Show a little more tenderness. Never show my annoyance or anger, just take everything in and smile. Compliment people even if what they’re wearing is truly awful. Be gentle.

Maybe I should be more polite.
Stop being blunt. Say sorry much more often. Never raise my voice. Don’t inquire people’s private matters. Stop bothering people with daily phone calls. No more curses. Be more serious.

Maybe I should hold back.
Be less expressive. Keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. Stop being open. No more crazy antics. Blend in, be less colorful. Stop being over the top, so that people really notice how I feel. Be subtle.

Hhhh.

Maybe I’ll be more liked as an all-round nice guy. Even if that means I will have to change, or pretend even. Or maybe I am a nice guy, in my own twisted way.

I doubt it.

I don’t know. I really don’t. I don’t even know why this thing got to my head to begin with. All I know is that I don’t really like this. But I suppose I can always try to implement all those above temporarily.

I have a feeling life would be much more boring that way, and I won’t enjoy it too much. We’ll see how the people around me react to this. We’ll see if they like me better this way.

Here’s my top 10 of movies that I saw (and you should have seen) in the year 2006:

#01: Children of Men
The most underappreciated movie of the year. Gut-wrenching. A must see.

#02: Shortbus
"Voyeurism is participation."

#03: An Inconvenient Truth
If watching this movie does not make you want to save our earth, I don’t know what will.

#04: Pan’s Labyrinth
Part fairy tale journey with a princess and fairies, part war movie with torture scenes and blood.

#05: Volver
Another colorful twisted story about the life (and afterlife) of a group of Spanish women from Almodovar.

#06: Little Miss Sunshine
Made me feel all warm and cozy inside after watching it.

#07: The Devil Wears Prada
Entertaining, witty, very funny, somewhat fashion-related, and fabulous. What more can a gay man ask for?

#08: Marie Antoinette
An insightful look of the daily life of the most famous person who’s life ended with a guillotine.

#09: Casino Royale
Believe it or not, this was my first ever Bond experience. And I quite liked it.

#10: The Wind That Shakes the Barley
Watch this movie in its native Ireland, then you’ll understand just how important this cinematic piece is.

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Honorable mentions (movies that I watched in 2006, but were actually released in 2005): 

#01: Brokeback Mountain
#02: V for Vendetta
#03: Transamerica

Fucker. I suffered a major blow to the top of my head earlier this afternoon. I was bouncing around while walking up the stairs in my gym, when I accidentally bumped my head to the ceiling. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, maybe I jumped too high, or maybe the ceiling on that area was inexplicably low. Either way, it was painful.

But the pain quickly passed, so I just cursed and dismissed the whole ordeal. HOWEVER, I started feeling rather slightly dizzy and drowsy - like a very light headache. Plus, I can feel my head pulsating, beating, just like what your heart does. And of course, it’s a bit painful if I put pressure to the top of my head. Uh Oh.

I’m getting a little worried here now. Especially after I researched a bit for this post and read this article. Why oh why did I have to bounce around the stairs? I wasn’t even particularly happy today for god’s sake! Stupid.

But oh well, I suppose I’ll sleep on it for now. If the whole pain continues tomorrow morning, I’m getting myself checked. Definitely NOT looking forward to that.

I realize that stating my resolution this late in the new year probably make it less valid and make me looks like less serious in actually making sure it happens in the new year, but here goes anyway:

In the year 2007, Gloomyjez resolves:

1. to spend less money on clothing items
(I think this is the only item in the list which is serious and actually crucial)

 

2. to be less melodramatic, less moody, less suicidal
(It’s just so junior high! Lol. I seriously need to stop overthinking things and just take things a little more lightly)

 

3. to lose 5kg I gained in Dublin and during holiday season before my birthday
(Go to the gym! Drink that protein shake! Skip that french fries! Walk here, walk there! Move your ass! Eat that salad! No dessert!)

 

4. to dress a bit more chic, sophisticated, and gay
(Without obstructing the success of resolution #1 too much. You ask: why would anyone wanna dress gayer? My answer: Oh because I’m gay and I want to)

 

5. to try harder to find a boyfriend, but stop being desperate
(I need to muster up my confidence and start making the moves. I know that’s gonna be extremely hard for me. Sigh. Anyhow, yeah I know the resolution is a bit contradictory, but see the next resolution)

 

6. to stop making contradictory statements
(I actually find making blatantly contradictory comments on purpose to be funny and it actually cracks people up easily. Needless to say, I don’t want this resolution to be too successful)

 

7. to talk slower, and not mumble so much
(Let’s just say, I’ve gone from bad to worse last year, and I’ve got the complaints to prove that)

 

8. to be a little less lazy
(Notice the use of the words ‘a little less’? It’s because it’s almost impossible not to be, since us Indonesians have this latent laziness we inherited from our parents. Except if your family background is the farmer type that is, huhuhuh)

 

9. to show a little more tenderness
(I’ve been told I’m cold and whatnot, even though I’m not. The thing is, it’s just hard for me to tell the people I care about [friends, and family] that I care about them. I just don’t think people see me that way, that’s why this particular resolution is here. By the way, here’s a hint, so listen people: if I ask you a lot of questions, that means I care about you. Oh I just realize, that this is possibly why I haven’t been more successful in #5. Wow, I’m making progress in these resolutions as we speak, woo!)

 

10. to smile much more
(I was about to make a long explanation on this, but I backtracked and decided not to. Maybe on another post. In the meantime, the only comment for this resolution I can think of is: "Just do it".)

   
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Heh. Look at what I’ve made. A hefty list, indeed. Here’s hoping I’d be able to complete it before midnight of 31st of December (this is if I don’t get killed before that of course, huhuhuhuh).