Thursday, January 25, 2007
Oscar fever
There's only one thing I have to say about the Oscars, and that is...

Pleasepleaseplease let Little Miss Sunshine win Best Picture!

And all of youse, watch Little Miss Sunshine! It's one of the best movies you'll ever see.
JC got bored @ 8:41 AM

Saturday, January 20, 2007
Liner notes
Ah, this week sucked, but I still have much to be thankful (and more to be apologetic or angry) for. So, dedications to the people of my week...

1. If my Php3,000 was stolen rather then lost, then to the person who robbed me: FUCK YOU YOU SHITFACED WORTHLESS FUCK I HOPE YOU FRY IN HELL I was supposed to buy Via Venetto shoes and a Bill Maher book with that you fucking dickweed

2. Deo: Thank you for burning the CD! Ganda pala ng "Morning View" yeyyy :D Brandon Boyd has a sexy body and a sexy voice. shet I love "Just a Phase"! Nice nice nice song. And thank you for the "ringside tickets" story, made me laugh my ass off :D and sorry I wasn't able to "save" you, my badminton skills suck :(

3. Ada: Thank you for the tsismis wahahaha =)) Pero promise, I didn't tell anyone! Whee. And thank you for printing the Pinoy :D

4. Dean: Thank you for giving me two passing Math quizzes! Yey. "Bat ganun answer mo?" "Wala lang, feel ko lang." Hehe now that's what I call Math induction!

5. JK: Thank you for giving me two passing Math homeworks! Magic Math skills oyess :P

6. Desa: Thank you for the Spice Girls nostalgia! Takin' is too easy but that's the way it is :D

7. Beila: Thank you for the Jimi Hendrix sing-along! I'd feel like a major weirdo if I sang "Foxey Lady" all by myself. :)) and thanks for the last part of the badminton game :D hehe "doubles" daw

8. Dea: Thank you for the conversation and the advice :)

9. Zim: Thank you for putting down your bag and making me laugh. Hehe you evil ex-virgin :P

10. Chanchan: Thank you for the company and you're welcome for the squid :D

Bonus. Sir Alfer: Damn you for calling us all non-virgins! That's a violation of the Ninth Commandment! "You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor!"

Bonus # 2. Sir Chris: Thank you for not showing up! FREE PERIODS ROCK \m/

...So, yeah. Thanks everybody. Except for the fucker who possibly stole my money. And Sir Alfer, you dirty old man you :P
JC got bored @ 4:59 AM

Friday, January 12, 2007
Rock and roll ain't noise pollution
Man, I wish Sir Luy was still here. I hear he's the bassist for Juana now, so good for him, but I miss him. He was the coolest teacher a kid could ever meet: his cubicle was wallpapered with Velvet Revolver artwork, he made schoolwork too much fun to even be considered schoolwork, he had the widest knowledge of rock and roll of anybody I knew, and even though he came to class smelling of cigarettes, you always excused him for it because he had a decent cover-up joke ("It's my new perfume! It's called El Groucho!"). I remember him reading a book entitled "Hammer of the Gods" while his class was working once. He was impressed by the mere fact that I knew it was a Led Zeppelin biography, even though that was only because I remembered Jack Black awesomely lip-synching to "The Immigrant Song" in School of Rock.

If anything, I just wish he was my art teacher now instead of back then, when I was going through my New Age and Broadway phases. The most I knew about rock and roll was a couple of AC/DC songs. I may call myself eclectic, but my musical favorites come in phases: first it was the Mariah Carey phase, then the boy band phase, the Sugar Ray phase, the Boyz II Men phase, the Alicia Keys phase, and then the New Age phase, the Broadway phase, the grunge/light altern phase, and now, the rock and roll phase. I knew zilch about Velvet Revolver, except that my brother kept on playing one of their songs to the point of me wanting to point a shotgun at the fucking speakers. Now, I worship Scott Weiland and "Come On, Come In" is practically my life anthem. I would've talked to him about who he thought was better, Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth; what his favorite kind of rock was (Prog? Glam? Grunge? Altern?), though I suspect it's heavy metal; the legacy of Kurt Cobain, Patron Saint of Gen X-ers everywhere; and things like that. Because he's one of the very few I know who's that into classic rock and roll. These days, you go around asking what "classic" is, and seven times out of ten, the answer you'll get is High School Musical.

Before you start thinking that this is an effing eulogy, it's not. Okay, it sort of is, but not for Sir Luy, vecause he's alive and rocking. If you read between the lines, you'll get that I'm talking about the (likely?) death of rock and roll. Late last year, rock lost one of its biggest radio stations when Howard Stern moved to Sirius. Others have closed down, switched to hip-hop, or reported a decrease in listeners over the years. Music's undisputedly iconic magazine, Rolling Stone, is now 75% politics and movie stars, and 25% actual music. In contrast to decades ago when it was a complete honor to make the cover of Rolling Stone, now you've got Christina Applegate, Borat and Jessica Simpson smiling at you from the newsstands.

It's a decade-old question: Is rock dead? You can almost feel the rocker die-hards wading through the Kubler-Ross five stages of grief: denial (an Arquette-esque "ROCK ISN'T DEAAAD!"), anger ("What is WRONG with you people? Hip-hop fucking sucks!"), bargaining ("Well, there are some decent newbie bands..."), depression ("Man, it'll never be that good again"), and...acceptance? Maybe. Foo Fighters frontman Dave Grohl summed it up nicely -- and rather naughtily -- when asked by Spin magazine if rock is dead:

"Yes, but I believe in necrophilia."

I could go on a ten-page tirade on how rock isn't dead yet (or as Grohl suggests, dead but still doable), how U2 keeps hauling ass on the Grammies year after year, but in fewer words, this is my point: rock is undoubtedly fading. So I pitch to all you rock lovers out there, please get your friends into the scene. Force them to borrow your Led Zeppelin or AC/DC records, whatever. Rock newbies, ask your cool uncle about the heyday of Iron Maiden or Metallica. If you'll ask grunge-holic me, the best album to start with is Nirvana's Nevermind, Stone Temple Pilots' Core, or for a more updated sound, Foo Fighters' In Your Honor. Just try it. Feel it. Rock isn't bad.

Man, why didn't I choose THIS as my term paper topic? Oh well, next year if ever.
JC got bored @ 5:21 AM

Saturday, January 06, 2007
Memorandum
Regardless or not of whether anyone from the Science Scholar staff reads this, I would like to express how dismayed I am at the recently released issue.

I was made to write a review of the book "The Devil Wears Prada" by Lauren Weisberger as part of a double-feature to be printed alongside a review of the movie. Unlike with Candy magazine, I have to pay for my own copy of this book, so I spent P300 something and a lot of time reading the book and writing a decent review. (For what it's worth, I hated the book.) Truly a labor of love (okay, maybe hate, but it was a lot of effort).

Once the issue was out, I flipped through the pages hoping to see it there, and guess what? It wasn't. My half-baked article on the Ramayana was there, though, which I'm sure I'll get a lot of flak for since I didn't write about all the sections (and I have reasons for that, but I feel no need to say anything other than I didn't get to watch all the Ramayana plays, since I had classes to attend).

So, people of the Science Scholar, I would just like say that you wasted my time, effort, and money, and for what I don't know. You didn't like it? Not enough space on the paper? Whatever. I won't boycott or do anything as drastic, and I certainly don't demand that you publish it whenever, but just so you know, I was upset for a little while.

That's all.
JC got bored @ 7:47 AM

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