You Don't Mess with the Zohan

You Don’t Mess with the Zohan. The first half was okay; I chuckled and had the “lol” turn of phrase, somehow. But the next half was damn lackluster with Adam Sandler’s worn-out itch of his prick punch lines; prick for massaging, disk jockeying, and for reviving the geriatric’s “Ooooh ahhhh hmmmhmmm feels great” moments. Anyways, it is about the bionic Israeli who fakes his death and goes to New York to fulfill his dream of being a hairstylist. The movie has gags about the Israeli-Palestine conflicts, and conflicts to some delusional Yankees. It isn’t a good movie and emphatically not a thumbs up movie of Adam Sandler, but it isn’t bad at all, just to be fair.
I guess it is the changeover of comedy movie right now, losing its substance of handling a cryptic lesson to the viewers by an amusing line of attack. Just like the baloney Epic Movie, Borat and other sexual-comedy movies, the rise of new genre. But when you’re feeling so stupidly emo, this kind of movie is recommended for you, to blow out the shit out of hell. Rating: Two and a half stars, out of five.

is it true?

What do men like about FHM?
Is it the dose of educational substance on it? (Nods)
Or the sex tips? (big grin)
Or the sultry pictures (pants like a dog with tongue out and drooling)
Or maybe the ladies confession, bar jokes, and the true stories (maybe)

All right!
To tell the truth, buying an FHM mag isn’t my hobby. I’d rather buy an old, rotten, and dust-smelly 25 pesoseses book on sale. But my sister has ample issues of FHM that i used to gobble before (phony). Anyways, why am I taking time to write about FHM for the fact that I hate sultry images (another hypocrisy).
Okay, I was at the mall last Sunday when a friend (can’t find the right term, but for the stuff that he did, I might consider calling him one, for the moment) of mine sent me this text message “tol grab a copy, andun na”. I knew what he meant by that. Then, another text message from a friend (can’t find the right term too) saying the same thought. All right! Was it a good reason for me to sprint to the nearest bookstore? Yeah, valid with an inch point, I did run. I browsed the shelves and finally got the mag. I opened the freshly displayed FHM Aug. issue. Whoa! It was there. Well, I felt a sudden thrill. My filthy experience was there, hard copy, and circulating around PI.

Well, is it a good reason for me to buy FHM?


nah! Its too expensive, a slash on my wallet. lol.
What can I say, baka (not the jap word),dude, thumbs up!nakakatuwa rin,lol.

silence is...

She talks
He talks
They talk
A lot
About
Thoughtless thoughts
But what I need is only a seven-letter word
Called
Silence. Period.

Silence is the comfort of not saying a single word but you know that you’re understood. It’s like sitting on the couch with your best friend. You read a book while sipping a pot of coffee and then she’s there flipping the pages of her favorite chic magazine while drinking her favorite chamomile tea. You both enjoy the presence of each other while drifting to your own distinct world. It is the comfort of silence, the feeling of security without uttering a single word.

Another example of silence is the aftermath of skirmish. Instead of throwing the hot potato and cursing the hell out of you, you prefer to keep still and let your heart speak for you. And then after a while, you reach out and tap the person’s shoulder, the relief of load without uttering a single word.

Sometimes I really wonder why some persons get too surprised when you avail yourself the comfort of silence. Is it forbidden? It is unusual. Only few could take pleasure in silence.

Silence isn’t just the mere absence of noise.
You could find silence even in the busiest street.
Silence is like music, a lullaby that sways your soul inward.
Silence isn’t unheeding.
Silence lets you hear the clandestine
The slightest tough
The heartbeat
The blow of the wind
The dance of the droplets
Anything beyond the human senses
Silence isn’t black, white, blank or bland
Silence is vibrant just like the rainbow that ends in the pot of comfort
Silence isn’t apathy
Silence communicates further than the mouth’s ability
Silence isn’t confined, not boxed in your world.
Silence imbues everything, even the hardest heart.
It is comfort, security, relief, and
Silence is a submission of sincere heart