Raymond Angelo is the Exoticoption.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Pinoy In Pinas [First Myx: Love for NANA}

There's simply so many things to type, but so little time to do it. Screw whoever came up with the concept of "time". Isn't just irritating whenever everything can be measured, and therefore, compared/depleted? I'd love to have lived in the days of Adam and Eve in Eden, but here I am, in front of the computer, instead.

I promised to type about my trip to the Pinas, but time constraints have forced me to split it into parts. I'm not sure how many parts there are going to be though, since my foresight and planning is piss-poor. So, yeah, without further ado, here it is.

First Myx: Love for NANA

My dad escorted us (me, my two brothers and my maid) to the airport. It was a hassle lah. I was left in-charge, seeing how my dad wasn't going, my mum was already in the Philippines and my maid spoke little English. It was troublesome having to go through immagration/security checks since the officers asked alot of stupid questions and certain questions I couldn't answer.

The trip to the Philippines...it's purpose was to celebrate my Grandmum's birthday as well as a family reunion. To be honest, I wasn't too keane on going. I'd missed my English exams, I'll miss school, I'll miss my friends (you included) and I'll be squandering precious mugging time. But I had to do it for my mom and my grandma, so I went.

We flew on Qatar Airlines. There's three kinds of seat you can get on an airplane; first is the window seat, second is the middle seat, and last is the aisle seat. The window seat is aqesome, because you get the most epic view of the landscape. I love looking out of the window and seeing our world shrink, and in a sense, my worldly attachements shrink as well. The drawback is that getting out is a hassle. Next, the middle seat, where you get a glimpse of the window, and getting out is easeir. Lastly and by all means, least there's the aisle seat, where getting out is only a matter of standing up. Major drawbacks is that whenever somebody walks past you they bump into your knee and you don't see nuts of whatever's happening outside. This is what I got. 'Great; an aisle seat', I thought, 'I'm screwed'. Indeed, I was.

A good thing about Qatar Airlines is that I got my own Personal Entertainment System Technology (PEST)...well...it's not PEST, but since I've no idea what the hell to call it...it's a PEST. PEST was impressive. There was a variety of music (Canto, Jap, Rock, Punk, Classical, ETC) and the selection of movies were rocking. They even had Pinoy Shows! But of course, I didn't watch that. They had Japanese movies. Being a Japanophile (call me poser or whatever, the terms abused so much nowadays), I watched the Jap movie of course. They were showing NANA! Hao Yang's been asking me to download this show, so it's gotta be good. It's about this girl, NANA who meets another girl, NANA. But the similarities stop there. They're complete opposites. Despite of this, they become close friends. Watching they're friendship develop was fascinating...they're relationship...bordered on interdependance and had a kiss of lesbianism. The ending sucked though....really sucked balls. I expected this though, considering the fact that the manga's already 14+ volumes long and still on-going.

I studied for a while after the movie but PEST proved to be one hell of a pest. It was the worst distraction possible. I ended up watching this show from BOLLYWOOD. IT WAS DAMN FUNNY! My expression was either going "WTF" or lawling (lol-ing). I can't remember the title (heck, I can't even pronounce it) but it's about this three guys who try to commit suicide but fail...then they meet this business man who's also trying to commit suicide and stops him. They're like "If I can't die, so can't you" in their lovable Indian voices. Then they talk, and they end up getting employed by the business man, who asks them to woo his 3 daughters then break their heart so that they will realise that true love doesn't exist. Like WTF?

Moment #1
The guys and girls meet for the first time. The girls emerge from the beach and start running slow-mo ala Baywatch. The camera zooms in on the guy one at a time, and the guys one by one says something along the lines of "I like" and shakes their head in the way only Bollywood can.

Moment #2
One of the guys ask the girl whether she'd like to say how much she loves him or sing how much she loves him. The girl say "Sing" and they all start singing. The movie was shot in the middle of some European beach, so in the background you can see hordes of Ang-mohs with the "O.O" look which is the same look I was having. I love the way the Indian girls sing, and their voices go so unnaturally high. Do Indian men find that arousing? I have no clue, but you've got to hear it for yourself. They had singing in Tamil and in Tamlish, complete with dance steps which involved booty thumping and head shaking. Awesome stuff.

I didn't finish the show, because the plane had landed. Damn. The food sucked, as usual. Airplane food is the worse. And the toilets too...is it true that when you flush, your waste just falls out of the plane?

PS: It's Secret Bible Week on National Geographic. Please, do watch it. 9pm. Awesome stuff.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home


 
Locations of visitors to this page Free Web Counter
Free Web Counter