Killing Them Not So Softly

I hate a lot of people. Sometimes I'm thinking of just strangling them until they die. But that would require effort. I don't have the time and strength for that. Maybe I'll just kill them here, in my mind.

In Your Atmosphere

If hotness has another name, John Mayer would probably be it. As a matter of fact he's so hot I'm melting. And I don't just mean physically. He writes music too, and sings them in a way that you'd find it hard not to listen to him. But I really mean physically.

So Often

Don't have anything interesting in mind to write about but the 'urge' to write is too much to ignore. So here I am, typing.

An Important Film

I watched Traffic again last night, and it is, by the way, my new number one movie. It talks about drug trafficking between the U.S. and Mexico. It also shows us how the 'traffic' affects so many lives, especially that of the youth. We also witness corruption that in a way strenghten the 'traffic'.

Somewhere in the middle part of the film, we see Javier Rodriguez (played by the great Benicio Del Toro), a police officer in Mexico, talking with two agents from the U.S on how they can work to eliminate the 'traffic between the two countries. One of the agents tells Rodriguez that they pay for the information he can provide them, and asks if it is what he wanted, the money. Rodriguez asks them then if they like baseball, which they both say yes to. "We need lights for the parks, so kids can play at night. So they can play baseball. So they don't become burros para los malones. Everyone likes baseball. Everyone likes parks," he then said. And in the last shot of the film, we see kids playing baseball. Then we hear applause. There is Rodriguez, among others who are watching the game, clapping. He seems content, happy. In his point of view, we see, again, the kids playing baseball in the field, with lights. It may seem just an ordinary shot for others, but not for me. It is so beautiful it makes me cry.

And with that alone, the movie has shown it all. If God has seen that scene, He would have been very proud he might cry.

Yeah, It's Human Nature

Anybody who knows me well enough does have an idea how addicted I am with movies. I have seen quite a few, and some of these films I've seen for as many times one can only imagine. It is through watching movies, aside from reading literature and listening to music, that I'm able to reach nirvana. And it is a dream of mine to be able to create my own masterpiece comes my own time. I hope I'll be able to do that. I'm a bit skeptical with my future, though, considering the rate of how things are going on so far in this little world of mine. But as a man that I am, I still dare to dream. Dreaming keeps me alive. Let's just call it "human nature."

Anyway I don't mean to talk about myself. I've been meaning to talk about my new number one movie of all time. Maybe I'll just do it next time.

Horses In Cold Blood

So okay, I'm not exactly back. I still find writing hard. Sometimes it gets boring, too. But most of the time it's hard. At least for me it is. I could have written thousands of stories and essays already. Only I don't have the talent. Or the voice. All I have is experience. Not in writing though. I mean, experience that would look great in print.

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Tonight, I am proud to announce that I have finished reading All The Pretty Horses (McCarthy) and In Clood Blood (Capote). Finally. Because mind you, I have been reading these books since, I can't recall anymore, time immemorial. (Is the sentence even correct?) I have always loved McCarthy. He has written my favorite novel of all time: The Road. Pretty Horses would normally appear boring, but McCarthy is such a genius you'd think he's god. And of course there's Capote. It has been said, or written, that this book, Blood, destroyed him. Not that the book is bad (As a matter of fact, it's one of the best I've read in my entire "reading" career). Just watch Capote because only by watching it, I think, you'd be able to understand the fuck I'm writing about. And that ending, oh.