SAW 5

SAW 5 is COMING OUT. Jigsawwww is BACKKKKKKKKK.
Eeep. I'm uber excited. Definitely one of the movies to look forward to.

Directed by David Hackl
Written by Patrick Melton & Marcus Dunstan



Check out www.saw5.com for more details. :)

So if you guys are avid fans of the SAW film series, you'd know that David Hackl was not the director of the previous films--it was actually Darren Lynn Bouman. But apparently Lionsgate already signed Hackl,who was the production designer of Saw 2, Saw 3 and Saw 4, to direct SAW 5 and 6. There were talks back then on putting Hackl on the helm for Saw 4, but then I guess that didn't push through since it was still Bouman.

Plot details about Saw V and VI has actually been released by producer Marc Berg.

“[We have] six different traps, more gore" he tells Bloody-Disgusting. "People escape one trap, just to get caught in another; it's closer in feel to the original SAW as thematically it’s about teamwork. I am far and away convinced that these are the best traps we have ever had," he explains with a smile.---SOURCE: Bloody Disgusting

It is so amusing how creative they can get with these traps.

Oh and more juice! Hackl revealed that they actually filmed THREE different endings for SAW 5 all of which will be included in their DVD release. Also, Hackl talked about the traps and the person who actually helped him design the grand finale trap. This person, oddly enough, is actually his son.

“A couple of years ago my son Sean, who is now 9-years-old, did a drawing that was hanging in my office throughout the making of SAW III and IV, and that became the design of the trap for this film," Hackl tells us glowing with pride. "Certainly I could show you a drawing by a 7-year-old that would scare you all.”--SOURCE: Bloody Disgusting

Haha. This is rather morbid and sadistic, isn't it? It makes me all the more excited to see how a trap designed by a 7-year old kid scare the shit out of everyone. :D

I remember the first SAW film and it was such a great film. Some of the sequels weren't up to par with the expectations that came with it. I think by far Saw 4 would be the crappiest. I just hope Saw 5 and 6 would be so much better this time.

Bad Day Blues

We've all had our bad days. I don't think there's one person in this whole entire world who has not had at least one bad day. In fact, some of us get it real bad.

Some of us get it SO bad, that it's one bad day after another. And before you know it, it's a bad week. And then it's a bad month. And then the end of the year comes, and we just wish that the New Year would be nicer compared to the bad year that we just had.

I was supposed to entitle this entry as "Remedies for a Bad Day" but then I changed my mind. I didn't want to write about remedies...I mean, I clearly don't know anything about effective remedies. After all, I'm still having a bad week...

Soooo...I don't have any sure cure whenever the bad day blues come attacking. I wish there was though...some universal cure that's sure to turn that frown upside down. No such luck really. But I do try. Just recently, I've noticed certain things that I do whenever I'm having my bad day blues (BDB). I gave it some thought and I realized that it's actually a pattern. My BDB habits!

♥ Drink MILK straight out of the box. I feel silly drinking it right out of the box. And feeling silly is good and lightens my mood. And milk is an awesome comfort food/drink! And besides, we could all use some silliness during a bad day..

♥ I clean the house. I rarely do this. But when the thinking gets tough, the tough gets going and scrubs the floors. I find that when I'm cleaning, I think better or in most cases, I'm just too busy cleaning to even think. And if I do think, I'm probably thinking..."Shit. Pagod na ko. Ayoko na magbunot. Shit. Shit. No, I can do this. Shit talaga." So there. Haha!

♥ Waste cigarettes. I noticed that whenever I'm having a bad day, I tend to smoke my stress away. But what I do is I light up a cig, smoke it half way. Put it out. Throw it away. Light up another one. Half way. Throw it away. And again. And again.

♥ Shopping Therapy. Yep, you got it. I do what any other woman would do when things just don't go right. I SHOP. Big shocker. This rarely fails to cheer me up even for just a while.

♥ I Bake. (Not bakes, okay. Haha.) Anyone who knows me well would know that I only bake when I'm depressed, having a bad day, OR really really really happy (which is rare).

♥ Comfort Undies. I have these cute panty shorts that have bunnies and other weird cartoon animals printed on them. They look silly. And like I said, silly is good. Others have comfort food, I have comfort undies. :p

♥ Peanut butter and Nutella. I noticed that on a normal day, I won't dare make myself a peanut butter and hazelnut spread sandwich. It's so darn unhealthy. But of course, we all have that comfort food we turn to. :D

♥ FOOTBALL. ♥♥♥ There is no better way to relieve stress than be on the field and just release all your stress into that damn ball. Seriously. But I'm real scary on the field when I'm having a bad day..I play extra aggressive. Sports is a great excuse to hurt somebody. :D

♥ Get a futon, sleep in the garden. The intention is to just stay in the garden and lie down. But I end up sleeping.. Staying in a peaceful place helps sometimes.

Hmm. There are so much more like sending text messages to myself, re-arranging my room, drink, put make up on, read in the dark wit a flashlight, comb my hair for an hour, write on my mirror, and yeah..stuff like that. But I find that the basic ones we need to remember to get us through our bad days are these:

♥ FRIENDS. Or even just one. Be with your friends or people your normally enjoy doing nothing with. You don't have to talk. Just tell them you need company. The good ones will talk you through your bad day. But the great ones will walk you through it without even uttering a word. :)

♥ Talk if you need to Talk. If you need to let it out, let it out! Whatever it is that's bothering you, no matter how shallow, voice it out. Complain and whine about it to a friend who's patient enough to listen to you over and over and not get pissed because you won't shut up.

♥ Don't be idle. Find something to do. Even if you're too lazy and bummed out to move..just occupy yourself with something. If you don't want company, then..try counting your hair strands. Or just sleep through it. Being idle gets your mind restless and eventually works you up even more.

♥ Do silly things. Lighten up. It's okay to be a bit retarded and do something silly and stupid like face paint. Or play dress up and be a stripper...or alice in wonderland (if you want it wholesome :p).

LASTLY, and most importantly..
♥ Don't beat yourself up about it.

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I was suppose to post this September 9. But I forgot to post it.. so yeah.
But today's kind of the appropriate day to post it since I'm having a really BAD DAY.

ACCIDENT-PRONE TAFT

I am totally wigged out. Freaked out. I just witnessed what could've been something that happened to my friends and i..

Taft Ave. was relatively quiet today. No traffic, no noisy jeeps honking, no FX drivers trying to snag passengers, no crowds of students rushing to get to their classes, no uber long lines in the train station. Like I said, it was a relatively quiet Saturday in Taft.

There were a few students, like us, who had NSTP classes from 1 to 4.

JP, Mark and I cut class and headed to Brothers' Burger in Malate, splurged our money, ate our hearts out, complained about eating too much. We rushed to get back to DLSU, Andrew Building, because we were only hitching with one of our blockmates for a ride home. We ended up waiting for awhile because Carmen was still in McDonald's eating, so we decided to chill at the parking lot in Sherwood, which was right in front of Andrew. It seemed like any other normal day...we were just teasing each other, talking about silly stuff.

There were a bunch of students who exited Andrew. Bored as we were, we were just staring at everything and everyone since we had a pretty good view of Andrew building and the street and the cars passing. In particular, there were 2 girls who crossed the street from Andrew and then stopped midway as they were waiting for the cars on the opposite lane to pass. They were happy and chirpy, just like any other student who's happy to just get out of the 3-hour NSTP class.

It seemed like any other normal day. But it wasn't. In a split second, an entirely horrid scene unfolded before our eyes. It happened all too quick, but nevertheless replays in my mind all too slow. A scream pierced the quiet air. Split second. And then it was replaced by the sound of what seemed like a tire blowing up. THUMP. Split second. A girl skidded 20 feet from where she and her friend attempted to cross, across the street, just a few feet away from us. The other girl, lay on the other side of the street, just as unconscious as her friend. Split second. It all happened in a bunch of split seconds tied together. A few seconds, before the Starex van retardedly hit the breaks. It was almost as if he didn't realize that he almost killed two people.

I felt everything and nothing. That's the best way to describe it.

I remember cursing, curse after curse. I remember looking at JP, as if to make sure that he saw everything that I did. I remember the guard standing up behind me, stunned, just as we were. In those few seconds, their lives could've easily ended. Complete bullshit. I remember trying to light a cigarette with my shaking hands. I remember tears welling up in my eyes. But that's not what's important. I can't imagine what they would remember...

It almost sounds like a cliche. But LIFE REALLY IS SHORT.

I remember thinking about what they thought when they saw the car rushing towards them. I remember thinking that their parents were about to receive the worst call a parent could ever receive. I remember thinking how it could've been us. I remembered how valuable and yet disposable life can be. At the hands of who, I wonder..God? I suppose. It's what I've been raised to believe. It's what I want to believe.

I hate the driver of the van. I wanted to punch him when he got out of his car. Instead of helping the girls, the first thing he did was rationalize. "They were pushing each other." What a fucking idiot. If I was already a lawyer, I'd put him to jail. Or at least sue him to the last of his every fucking centavo. There is nothing he can say or even do to make up for what he did. Nothing he can say to rationalize that it was somehow the fault of both parties. He was driving in the fast lane at around 60-80kph. Like I said, the streets were quiet. The usual rat race wasn't present on this fateful Saturday. He was driving at high speed, up until he hit the two girls. He did not even swerve. He did not even attempt to hit the breaks. Whatever his reasons were, his driving proves that he did not see the girls. For pete's sake, he pulled up a few feet too far after he hit them. What the fuck was he doing? Texting? Getting a blowjob? That motherfucker. Someone ought to cut off his dick.

Were the two girls at fault? Maybe, maybe not. But we saw them. They were being careful. Probably the big posts of the LRT line gave the driver and the girls a hard time to see each other. But I saw them being careful. When they checked to see whether there were cars, I can only assume they saw the van from afar. Maybe they decided to cross because the van was still pretty far. They probably didn't realize the rate that the van was speeding. Thump. I can still hear the thump. It keeps on replaying in my mind like a broken record.

The memory's too vivid. I remember seeing the girl who was on the other side of the street move. I thought she was conscious and just sobbing out of pain. Wrong. She was having a seizure. It scared the shit out of me. And then there was that girl who skidded god knows how many feet. I remember seeing her Chucks fly up the street. I remember seeing it land, too. And then I also remember them moving her, as I silently thought to myself that they shouldn't have done that. They carried her to a jeep, and I remember seeing her limp arms flail around useless, a trickle of blood coming from the right side of her head. The right side of her head...which was full of blood.

And then it was over. And Mark, JP and I just sat there..still waiting for Carmen. The other cars passed by a few minutes later, some of them grinning silly in their cars, completely oblivious of the accident that occurred just minutes earlier. Oh god.

Too vivid. Too fucking vivid.

But good news is..they're okay. They lost a lot of blood. A lot of injuries. But I guess their stable. And while that's suppose to make me feel better. I still don't.. :(

Life's too short. It's short, full of surprises..and totally disposable. At any time. At any place. A place like accident-prone Taft.. :|

The S-Files: Definition of being Single

Let me give a shout out to those people who are single. It's not as bad as some of you may think it to be.

First of all, can I just point out that people in a relationship are probably more miserable than those who aren't in one. But then again, that may not be true in all cases. But the point is this--happiness does not solely lie on being single or not. If it's not my first point, it's probably my only point.

But define what is being single. Why do people say "I'm 30 and still single", "I'm single and ready to mingle." or "I'm single and ready to jingle!"? This singularity thing.. does it all boil down to being in a relationship? In layman's terms, maybe so. Maybe that is the ultimate definition of being single. Not being in a relationship. Not having a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a significant other. Hmmm..all right, I can go with that.

What bothers me most, however, is the fact that people attribute being single to being miserable. "Single" and "miserable", in all my encounters with dictionaries and thesauruses, have never been synonyms to one another. And there will never come a time that they will be.

To all my single ladies out there, be a woman and recognize your independence. We do not need a man to be happy. The only reason that there are people who whine about being single and miserable is because we have succumbed to appealing to the common opinion that single women are probably lonely and miserable. I beg to differ.

I realized this a week ago when i was convinced that I have been single far too long and therefore, must be the explanation for my "down moments". But a little later on, after spending a lot of time with my thoughts, I have come to terms with what's really wrong with me and it has nothing at all to do with being single.

However, I also recognize the fact that we are only human and that more often than not, most of us yearn for companionship. The point of this post is not to argue or contest with that fact. The only point here is to celebrate being single while you still are single. The beautiful and ugly truth is that this is the time that we have to recognize that there is still so much more to know about ourselves before we can be completely honest and open to someone else. We, then, have to recognize that we are an individual and that we can be independent, that we ARE independent. And that we do not need to find someone to complete us, because we have to recognize that we are already WHOLE.

In the instances that we have failed to recognize these things, as is the case with many, the relationships we get into often end up in crumbs. We end up becoming too needy, or too aloof. We end up becoming dissatisfied, discovering that what we thought was our fairytale...is nothing really but just another story. We end up feeling cheated, because we find out that the gold mine we thought we found is nothing but just another empty hole we fall into. We are happy for a number of moments...and maybe that's good. It's better to be happy for awhile than to be sad for the rest of our lives. But is this all we ever get? A few shots of happiness but never the whole bottle?

I want to believe that that is not the case. I think we deserve to get more than a few shots of happiness and that the biggest thing that prevents us from getting this is ourselves. So, I want to end this post with this reminder that--Before we are able to commit to anyone else, we have to learn how to commit to ourselves.


Also, another important thing to take always remember is that although you are single, you are not alone. :) So let's call this The S-Files. LOL ♥ ♥