tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84667521379069835602024-03-24T15:32:38.334+08:00growing up gen xbecause the '80s and the '90s were something i couldn't avoidAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-20307106142401221572013-05-03T09:32:00.000+08:002013-05-03T09:32:32.295+08:00friday flick fix: girl (1998)<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4MViFa7bz4PQl4ikkBbET-NovV6_hn1_KTnEumHBgZoOMPeeZ4W_EoO15jqhEl87rxdLcyziBCBw_k8bYy4EmzLPNdAhnm2F7zxPfxsyMgg6L4J7TVvOWcfTBLx6tLTly03Da8FWa1QQ/s1600/girl+thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4MViFa7bz4PQl4ikkBbET-NovV6_hn1_KTnEumHBgZoOMPeeZ4W_EoO15jqhEl87rxdLcyziBCBw_k8bYy4EmzLPNdAhnm2F7zxPfxsyMgg6L4J7TVvOWcfTBLx6tLTly03Da8FWa1QQ/s1600/girl+thumb.jpg" /></a><b><i>Girl </i></b>is a 1998 movie about - you guessed it, a girl. Specifically a straight-A high school senior from the upscale part of a small town, who suddenly discovers the underground scene and swaps her safe, boring life for an exciting new one filled with rock music, grungy fashion and cute boys.<br />
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In short, she falls in love with a rock star and becomes a full-fledged groupie.<br />
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This flick was based on a novel of the same title, written by Blake Nelson.</div>
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The girl in <b><i>Girl </i></b>is Andrea Marr, played by Dominique Swain, who you will probably recognize as <b><i>Lolita </i></b>(1997) or John Travolta's daughter in<b><i> Face/Off</i></b> (1997). <br />
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Here she is below in that memorable cowprint dress, which, if you've seen the movie, you'd know held some symbolic significance for her. BTW, I just have to say I love how it was used in the end scene.<br />
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The guy opposite our girl is Sean Patrick Flannery, whose claim to fame is a career as <b style="font-style: italic;">Young Indiana Jones</b>.<br />
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Selma Blair, as Amanda's best friend Darcy, who Amanda soon ditched for a cooler crowd...</div>
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It's another one of those coming-of-age stories that explore high school life, friendships, first love and sexual awakening, set against a rock-and-roll backdrop.<br />
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It's a memento of those days when everyone had a band that practiced in bedrooms and garages to get a gig in some dark, dirty bar, just in case, you know, someone thought the incoherent lyrics were brilliant.<br />
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... those days when many nice girls thought that one of the most amazing things to be was a rock star's girlfriend. Oh wait - those days have never really ended, have they? <br />
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... those days when it was hip and trendy to have multiple hairclips in your intentionally-messy hair. <br />
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... and those days when your biggest problem was simply whether he loved you back or not.<br />
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<b>Tu passes tout ton temps</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You spend all your time</span></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Asking how</span></center>
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<b>Tu pourrais, juste un soir,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You could, just one evening,</span></center>
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<b>Partir autre part,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Leave the other (person),</span></center>
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<b>Changer un instant,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Transform a moment,</span></center>
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<b>Le sens du vent</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">The direction of the breeze</span></center>
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<b>Et la course des nuages,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">And the course of the clouds,</span></center>
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<b>La couleurs des images</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">And the colors of the visions</span></center>
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<b>Toi tu veux tourner la page</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You want to turn the page / go to the next chapter?</span></center>
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<b>C'est écrit sur ton tatouage,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">(Like) It's written on your tattoo,</span></center>
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<b>Gravé à l'encre bleue,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Etched in blue ink,</span></center>
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<b>Comme le ciel dans tes yeux</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Like the heavens within your eyes</span></center>
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<b>Si tu pars au bout du monde</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">If you go to the far end of the world</span></center>
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<b>N'oublie pas</b></center>
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<b>A chaque heure, chaque seconde</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">At every hour, every second</span></center>
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<b>Que la vie n'attend pas;</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">That life doesn't wait;</span></center>
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<b>Tout là-bas,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">All the way there,</span></center>
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<b>La vie t'appelle, Angelina</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Life calls you, Angelina</span></center>
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<b>Tu supportes plus tous ces gens</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You put up with all these people</span></center>
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<b>Qui t'regardent comme un mutant</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Who look at you like (you're) a monster</span></center>
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<b>Et qui changent de trottoirs</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">And switch sidewalks</span></center>
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<b>Pour pas croiser ton regard;</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">So (they could) avoid your gaze;</span></center>
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<b>Certains ont sali ton âme</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Some (people) have corrupted your soul</span></center>
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<b>De substances chimiques,</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">And American poisons</span></center>
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<b>Toi tu veux tourner la page</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You want to turn the page</span></center>
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<b>C'est écrit sur ton tatouage -</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">It's written on your tattoo -</span></center>
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<b>Faire sortir de tes veines</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">To draw away from your veins</span></center>
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<b>Ce venin qui t'enchaîne</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">The venom that chains you</span></center>
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<b>Toi tu veux tourner la page</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You want to turn the page</span></center>
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<b>C'est écrit sur ton tatouage</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">It's written on your tattoo</span></center>
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<b>Plus loin que l'horizon</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">Beyond the horizon</span></center>
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<b>Tu pourras crier ton nom, Angelina</b></center>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;">You could shout your name, Angelina</span></center>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-41256251220508626902013-04-16T19:46:00.000+08:002013-04-17T21:53:18.176+08:00back when disaster movies levelled up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfX24ufDPccKUbkYJ49l3WGFvPdeb0XPxN5ei-Wxo0O3GQR_9ATA298GrZ0s3SwRiix7ciT0__01cuQBzK-SMCCuaxygAYhjlDsCiFU0zOJ1Wlie-BbaPt-molKDgaUz8gGwFsT7pSReQ/s1600/1+id4.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: x-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfX24ufDPccKUbkYJ49l3WGFvPdeb0XPxN5ei-Wxo0O3GQR_9ATA298GrZ0s3SwRiix7ciT0__01cuQBzK-SMCCuaxygAYhjlDsCiFU0zOJ1Wlie-BbaPt-molKDgaUz8gGwFsT7pSReQ/s1600/1+id4.png" /></a>Disaster movies have been around since ... well, since people made movies. In the '90s, the genre took great new leaps as filmmakers employed CGI to create more realistic (and disturbing) effects. Disaster flicks were churned out one after the other, and often, two or more with similar themes were released within a few months - or weeks - of each other.<br />
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As obvious from the title, <b style="font-style: italic;">Apollo 13 </b>(1995) was about the unsuccessful lunar mission. Moviegoers couldn't help joking that the reason it failed was because the spacecraft was piloted by Forrest Gump.<br />
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<b><i>Event Horizo</i></b>n (1997) was more of a horror flick / thriller than a disaster movie actually, but it started out with a disaster before all the supernatural stuff started happening.<br />
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<b><i>White Squall</i></b> (1996) and <b><i>Twister </i></b>(1998) were just two of the movies featuring storms, tornadoes or hurricanes released that decade. As a matter of fact, there was a TV-movie on the Hallmark Channel entitled <b><i>Tornado!</i></b>, which had a plot that was suspiciously similar to that of <b><i>Twister</i></b>.</div>
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When I watched <b><i>Outbreak </i></b>(1995) at the cinema, I remember thinking that it was very similar to another flick I saw just a few months earlier; I can't remember what that movie was though.<br />
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Here's something interesting: As I searched <a href="http://imdb.com/">IMDb.com</a> for <b><i>Virus </i></b>to find out what year it was released (1999), <i>Outbreak </i>appeared at the top of the search results. Ha.<br />
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<b><i>Volcano </i></b>(1997) was released less than two months after <b><i>Dante's Peak </i></b>(1997). One was about a volcano being born right smack in the middle of a city; the other is about a volcano thought of as dormant, nestled in a happy idyllic community.<br />
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So what is it about action stars and big explosions? <b><i>Fire Down Below</i></b> (1997) and <b><i>Daylight </i></b>(1996) - one had Steven Seagal, the other had Sylvester Stallone. There were a few other movies on the same theme, including another one starring Jean-Claude Van Damme. <br />
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<i><b>Alive </b></i>(1993) is the true story of an Uruguay rugby team whose plane crashed into the Andes back in the '70s. I caught a docu-drama on their ordeal on History Channel a couple months ago -- amazing story. Amazing. All the survivors are still alive to this day, including the guy who was played by Ethan Hawke in the movie.</div>
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<b><i>Jurassic Park</i></b> came out in 1993, and its sequel, <b><i>The Lost World</i></b> was released 4 years later. <br />
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The Japanese monster movie franchise, <b><i>Godzilla</i></b>, was re-imagined by the Americans in 1998 and set in Manhattan. This spawned a re-release of the original classic and as well as its several mutations, of course.<br />
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<b><i>Deep Impact</i></b> and <b><i>Armageddon </i></b>were both released in mid-'98, just within weeks of each other. To this day, I can't recall one without thinking of the other. Their release dates were so close, people couldn't help comparing them. I remember arguing with a friend about which one was better, which was more realistic and so on. Our eventual verdict: they're both major productions with major movie stars and superb CGI; they both delivered too much top-notch drama, and they're both quite silly. I suppose the Armageddon people did a better job at publicity though - getting Aerosmith for the CBB soundtrack meant publicity each time the song aired on MTV, since the music videos displayed scenes from the movie. Oh yeah, you know which song I'm talking about.<br />
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Up until now, I can't recall either movie without playing that Aerosmith song in my head.<br />
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Around that time, a made-for-TV B-movie called <i><b>Asteroid </b></i>and and a miniseries called <b><i>Asteroids </i></b>were on cable channels, showing scenes in which chunks of rock shot down from the sky. Which is really funny, because asteroids are stationary. Maybe they mean <i>meteors</i>, or <i>meteorites</i>.<br />
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Also worth mentioning is this TV-movie that I don't know the title of. It shows no cutting-edge effect or anything, but it was presented in the style of one breaking news report after another. The "reports" covered a monstrous meteor shower that threatened to end the world, and they came complete with "reporters" on-location in several parts of the world, even "resource speakers from the scientific community". It really looked like an actual news report, you'd think it was actually happening at that moment. And because none of the actors were famous, it wasn't easy to tell that it was a just movie. Anyone know the title of that?<br />
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The movie that made Sandra Bullock famous - <b><i>Speed </i></b>(1994). Its sequel came 3 years later.<br />
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There were a lot of movies about hijacked planes through the '90s; these were just a few of them.<br />
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Executive Decision (1996) <span style="color: #444444;">| </span> Air Force One (1997)<br />
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<b><i>Con Air</i></b> (1997) also had an LSS-worthy hit song in its soundtrack.</div>
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Mars Attacks! (1996)</div>
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Bill Pullman delivered one of the most rousing fake Presidential speeches ever in <b><i>Independence Day</i></b> (1996). Some people suspected <b><i>ID4 </i></b>contained secret Bill Clinton propaganda, but -- <i>meh</i>. <br />
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In <span style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Men In Black</i></b> (1997)</span>, Will smith saves the world from aliens for the second time in twelve months (the first time was in <b><i>ID4</i></b>, in case you didn't know)<br />
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Merry Christmas from 1996! Oi, oi!<br />
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Though it's probably one of the most disgusting hooks you've heard, you'd likely agree it's one of the catchiest ever. <br />
<a name='more'></a>You can tell it's made its dent in pop culture, since it's been featured in several movies in the 2000's including <i>Bruce Almighty, This Means War, Disturbia</i> and <i>How To Lose Friends and Alienate People - </i>often in scenes that poke fun at awkward, sex-starved characters. It's even been featured in <i>American Dad</i>.<br />
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That line is from 2 Live Crew's 1989 rap track, "So Horny"; it goes over and over and sticks to your head long after it stops playing. The song spurred a lot of controversy back then for its explicit lyrics, and so did its music video for obscene content. What I wonder about is how it still became so well-known despite being banned in certain regions.<br />
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These days, I think it's used more as a joke. Though crass, the bluntness of it borders on hilarious - it can make you smirk, cringe and laugh at the same time.<br />
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The popular hook however, isn't quite 2 Live Crew's brainchild. It traces back to Chinese-French actress Papillon Soo and director Stanley Kubrick.<br />
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The line is sampled directly from Kubrick's <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093058/">Full Metal Jacket</a></i> (1987), a movie about U.S. Marines in the Vietnam War. It's from a scene in which a Vietnamese prostitute (played by Soo) offers her services to two G.I.s ( Matthew Modine and Kevyn Major Howard). <i>Fifteen dolla each.</i>This popular hook is a hooker's hook. <br />
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So if you've ever wondered why the 2 Live Crew song has a girl singing "me love you long time" instead of "<i>I'll </i>love you<i> for a</i> long time" as the rules of grammar dictate, it should make sense now, given the context of the scene and the fact that movie stereotyping requires Asians to speak in pitiful English.<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-68201078951814213432012-12-08T13:38:00.000+08:002014-01-16T13:53:23.999+08:00back when the e-heads' "cutterpillow" went gold in a day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Cutterpillow </i>is the Eraserheads' third album (after <i>UltraElectroMagneticPop</i> and <i>CiRcuS</i>) and remains the Philippines' best-selling album by a band or group. By a clever marketing ploy, it made gold-status in <i><b>one day</b></i> and eventually made Platinum several times over.<br />
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<a name='more'></a><i><br /></i>A friend told me that "cutterpillow" is short for "my cat ate her pillow," a phrase found in one of the album's tracks. But then <i>whocarez</i>. Something that actually means nothing can say just about <i>anything</i>, right?<br />
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What <i>Cutterpillow </i>means to me is that I happened to be one of those people suckered into helping it reach gold in a single day. I was never really one to collect albums by local artists, but I bought <i>Cutterpillow </i>simply because it was so easy to.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;">December 8, 1995, Friday.</span> </b> E'heads concert / <i>Cutterpillow</i> album launch at the University of the Philippines Sunken Garden. I was a freshman in U.P. then, clad in the day's grungy fashion and pretty much indifferent to everything. I wasn't really an E'heads fan, but I was one of those teenagers with too much energy and an excuse to stay out on a Friday evening. <br />
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Throughout that Friday, the most asked question among students and faculty was, "Are you going to the concert later?" I was too <i>anti-mainstream</i> to say yes, but too <i>hungry-to-be-part-of-something-major</i> to say no, so my reply was, "Why?" (lusot).<br />
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Earlier that week my friends and I bought tickets to the <i>Cutterpillow</i> launch concert. Those tickets were easily bought at various music stores, but they were even easier to acquire within the University campus. They were in fact sold along the A.S. Walk, where most students were sure to pass at least once every day. The E'heads were UP <strike>alumn </strike>dropouts, so I suppose UP people were proud to have some sort of affinity with the acclaimed band. Two hundred bucks per ticket, entrance for two, plus a claim stub for the "free" <i>Cutterpillow </i>album. The price was cheap enough, the venue near enough; it was a decent way to <i>gimik </i>with my pals, and<i> </i>it would've been a waste not to see the #1 band live.<br />
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It was an open-air event, but the Sunken Garden was fenced in by these makeshift boards that day, so there wasn't much to see until we got into the concert grounds. Nonetheless, there was a frenetic atmosphere as early as noon, while the sound-testers inadvertently teased the campus with hints of the evening to come.<br />
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By the late afternoon, a whole multitude - including a host of outsiders who didn't go to the university - excitedly gathered at the campus. UP Police and street vendors dotted the premises, while traffic built up throughout the Academic Oval.<br />
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My last class ended at 430 that day so I had to pass the time until 7pm. I decided I was too cool for all this, so I pretended not to be excited. Not too much, at least. I waited for my friends J and V who were coming from other parts of the campus, and our other friend C who was coming from her apartment in Katipunan Ave because she skipped school that day. By exchanging messages through our pagers (oh yes, pagers were cool then), we agreed to meet at the benches by the ground floor photocopier, the one on the north end of the A.S. Building. <br />
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Ground floor photocopier? A.S. Building? <i>Ugh</i>, that's so first-year. <br />
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The loud, noisy, charged-up afternoon escalated into a louder, noisier, even more charged-up evening as the sound-checking intensified. J, V, and I happened to find each other a little after 5pm, but there was still no sign of C. To keep ourselves calm, we tried to play a word association game, but that didn't work. We were too wound up to even sit down. <i>Ex. Cit. Ed.</i><br />
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By 6:45, we still hadn't managed to convene, and we were getting tense - there was this pressing need to get inside soon so we could secure a good spot. Who wants to watch the E'heads from several yards away, right? <br />
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According to C's last message, she and her sister D were stuck in Katipunan traffic, and traffic happened to be worse than usual because it was a Friday, and that Friday was especially tight because of the concert, and the concert was about to begin in a few minutes. <br />
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And a few minutes before 7, we ditched our earlier arrangement and looked for each other on Roxas Ave, on that section between Sunken and the A.S. building. After a bit of jaywalking amid slow-moving traffic, and screaming and waving and getting honked at by motorists, we found one another and headed on into the concert grounds with our backpacks still on our backs. We didn't have lockers (lockers were reserved for upperclassmen), and we didn't have time to stash our stuff in C's car, so I guess it was pretty obvious to onlookers that we were eager freshmen coming straight from a busy school day.<br />
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The Sunken Garden is a HUGE open field, so despite the few thousand people who supposedly came that night, the place wasn't really packed. It just <i>felt </i>packed because everyone wanted to be as close to the stage as possible. Well, my friends and I were too cool for squeezing and shoving (ha!) so we nonchalantly stood on the outskirts. Hmph. The air was fresher there anyway. And we could move a little freer while Ely, Buddy, Marcus and Raimund treated us to a dynamic post-grunge-OPM college-rock smorgasbord. <br />
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I was not at all an Eraserheads fan, not at all. Not at all. <br />
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But I knew the lyrics to most of the songs they played that night.<br />
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Only because their songs were overplayed in every local station. <br />
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I insist, I was never a n E'heads fan.<br />
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I was simply a kid who wanted to enjoy herself as she jumped around and head-bobbed and fist-pumped and sang along to hits from the E'heads earlier albums, <i>UltraElectroMagneticPop! </i>and <i>CiRcuS</i>.<br />
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The Eraserheads weren't a loud band, but that was <i>some </i>party, with crowd favorites like <i>Ligaya</i>, Pare Ko, <i>Magasin</i>. My fave of the night was the pogo-danceable <i>Sembreak, </i>which I came to love even more after that evening. <br />
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I probably enjoyed the concert too much, especially for someone who says she doesn't like the band.<br />
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Unlike myself, C's sister D was a proud Eraserheads fan, with an unabashed crush on drummer Raimund Marasigan. D just <i>had </i>to get close enough to the stage to get a good view of Raimund. I thought it was cheesy as hell and next to impossible, but WTH, we were there to have fun, right? <i>Lezzgow!</i><br />
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So we managed to squeeze through the dense crowd and thread between the wannabe-moshers, and we found ourselves at the edge of the stage just before the band played their last song. D happened to be wearing a yellow bucket hat that day; she whipped it off, handed it to one of the bouncer-type personnel, then asked that it be given to the drummer. The bouncer-type was apparently used to this sort of behavior from fans, and he promptly obeyed. The hat was handed to Raymund in no time. Raimund looked up from behind his drum set, and a thrilled D vivaciously piped up to say, "That's for you!" (<i>wave, wave, wink!</i>) <br />
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That Raimund guy certainly knew how to please a fan. It was already so cool of him to smile real sweetly and wear the gift for the rest of the night. But he even wore the hat through the following weekends whenever he appeared on television. I swear, Raimund Marasigan wore D's yellow bucket hat on TV.<br />
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And just how did <i>Cutterpillow </i>hit gold record status in a single day? Here's how the brilliant strategy played out (whoever thought of this was a genius): Right after the concert, ticketholders went to this table at the back where they could exchange their ticket for a <i>Cutterpillow </i>cassette tape. <i>Ta-dah! </i>- super-abrupt spike in sales. <br />
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V and I shared a ticket. Each ticket provided entrance for two people, and one claim stub for the new album. So by the end of the evening, V and I also shared ownership of a new Eraserheads album.<br />
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With our new <i>Cutterpillow </i>tapes to take home, my friends and I capped the night with a sleepover at my place. We listened to the new music while reading lyrics provided on the album sleeve. Yes, that's how we used to listen to music back then. We agreed that the most notable track was <i>Ang Huling El Bimbo -</i> a haunting rock ballad that later gained acclaim and eventually became a well-loved <strike>Karaoke</strike> pinoy-rock classic. <br />
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But listening to the whole album for the first time that night, it kinda ... felt like ... a letdown of sorts. <br />
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<i>Cutterpillow</i> seemed majorly watered-down compared to the band's earlier albums. But what do I know, right? I was never an E'heads fan anyway. <br />
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And what the heck was going on with that blob on the album cover?<br />
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But that night I, like many others, became a proud albeit confused half-owner of a <i>Cutterpillow </i>cassette tape. I didn't really want to keep it, and V didn't really want to keep it, so we tried to push it on J. I think I kept it for a week, then it was with V the next, and I don't really remember who it ended up with.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-23456607095006569892012-12-04T04:51:00.001+08:002013-04-18T16:52:28.263+08:00monday music trip linger THE CRANBERRIES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVRxOwODFxH-PeaVkm6w7VM6ZY5fnrELGNeoksJNQTjiZGIUJ4xFLRmn6yML1hvv1KNC4BmrcK7XczHZR2yK852be0t68IO9BC_x0Hcmvrh1Ewn9H8sSUmiaQGX_ZlyAU4dR1Dz2HrVkw/s1600/CranberriesLinger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVRxOwODFxH-PeaVkm6w7VM6ZY5fnrELGNeoksJNQTjiZGIUJ4xFLRmn6yML1hvv1KNC4BmrcK7XczHZR2yK852be0t68IO9BC_x0Hcmvrh1Ewn9H8sSUmiaQGX_ZlyAU4dR1Dz2HrVkw/s1600/CranberriesLinger.jpg" /></a>This song never fails to move me. Haunting melody, impressive lyrics, and unique vocal technique.<br />
<a name='more'></a>At the time this album mas released, no one crooned quite like Dolores O'Riordan; soon after, too many girls tried to sing like her.<br />
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From my high school years. Linger. D - A -C9 -G
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and Joey chose Pacey.<br />
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A song that always successfully conjures for me memories of high school dances, silly early-teen crushes, and walking around with a Walkman. Listening to it now still gives me the warm fuzzies. From a band with a curious name, year 1992.<br />
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It may sound like a perky little ditty that should be decorated with spangly tinsel stars and lace; the kind of song that could go in a TV ad for a fruity cologne or hip new feminine wash. But give it a close listen and you'll see that it's actually a tongue-in-cheek expression of the vile (i.e. murderous) sentiments of a girl trapped in a bad relationship. <br />
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I first heard this sometime '97 at a classmate's house <span style="font-size: x-small;">(the kind of artsy-fartsy classmate with an ambiguous sexual orientation, cool unheard-of CDs in his arsenal, and trippy artworks plastered all over of his home)</span>.
<i>I Am, I Feel </i> never quite made it into mainstream playlists in Manila, though I did catch it on an alternative station a couple of times. Aside from the aforementioned ex-classmate, I don't know other fans of this song, though I'm sure there are many others. I mean, it's too cute to ignore once you've heard it, and too remarkable not to revisit after almost forgetting about it.<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-70983120075927400742012-07-06T16:07:00.001+08:002013-04-13T19:48:47.111+08:00back when there were baldwins and there were barneys<br />
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In the 90s, some guys were Baldwins, and some guys were Barneys.<br />
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In the slang popularized by movies such as Clueless, <b><span style="color: white; font-size: large;">"Baldwin" </span></b>is a term girls used to refer to a highly attractive, visually delicious, crush-material male.<br />
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The oldest and most popular brother is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000285/">Alec</a>, who first became famous in a widely-watched television series (<i>Knots Landing</i>), and evolved into a favorite leading man for Action-Thrillers and Romantic-Comedies.<br />
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Guys who aren't quite unbelievably hot but are otherwise good-looking are simply called "cute".<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-20032035245345718772012-06-11T17:17:00.000+08:002013-04-13T20:03:14.683+08:00monday music trip: ava adore [SMASHING PUMPKINS]A slightly disturbing synaesthetic concoction released in 1998, by one of my favorite bands, Smashing Pumpkins.
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<b><br /></b><i>Ava Adore i</i>s one of my favorite music videos from that time too. I quite loved those intriguing, haunting images pasted together into one continuous walk, like a sick, loopy dream. Didn't like the way Billy Corgan looked all Uncle Fester-like, though I did like Darcy's and James Iha's costumes.<br />
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Whenever this vid showed on MTV, a specific portion had a blurred background. Cloudy bubbles awkwardly expanded and contracted as Corgan et al popped in and out of the frame - it wasn't very cleanly done, so it was obvious that something bawdy was censored out of the video. Way to get viewers real curious, actually. A classmate of mine noted that this portion wasn't blurred on Channel V (the <i>other </i>music channel), and that the censored scene showed people screwing in the background. The above video doesn't have the blurs; said bawdiness appears from 3.00 to 3.17. <br />
<b><br /></b>There's been some debate on the band's name, whether it's <i>Smashing Pumpkins </i>(adjective + noun) or <i><b>The </b>Smashing Pumpkins</i> (verb + noun). I'm more inclined toward the one without "the", because of all their albums, only one cover art features the band's name with a "the", and all the others just say <i>Smashing Pumpkins</i>.<br />
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The original movie was a low-tech production with a silly story. Bad make-up too; Scott (Fox) looked more like an ape than a wolf actually.<br />
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Naturally, creating a 2011 television series from a two-hour 1985 movie a requires stretching the plot and updating everything to fit the changed culture. But it's worlds apart from the 80's <i>Teen Wolf</i>, it might as well be called something else. Like some other sucky title. I mean, instead on using a familiar title to hook eighties kids, because this is definitely not the same thing.<br />
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Teen Wolf (1985) in my recollection was always campy, but it was bright, happy and hopeful. The 2011-12 series is still corny, but it's been given a dark and sexy flavor - which I think is an improvement, considering that the protagonist is a werewolf after all.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-1.5-</span></b></span><br />
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Musicians trump jocks any day.<br />
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No matter how you try to be so nonchalant and poised,<br />
you always end up acting all goofy around the person you like.<br />
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Don't panic, it happens to everyone.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-3-</span></b></span><br />
Combat boots rock (at least while you're at teenager, and at most twenty-ish), <br />
especially when combined with an attitude.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-4-</span></b></span><br />
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Being smart is more profitable than being cute,<br />
though not necessarily more admirable. <br />
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To the general populace, at least.<br />
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Be warned - society is generally more
tolerant of sweet, pretty, flatterers<br />
than unattractive intellectuals who are brave enough to speak the truth.<br />
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Nonetheless, it's important to form your own opinions rather<br />
than swallow the accepted convention without asking any questions.<br />
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Just remember that speaking your mind will make you unlikeable,<br />
particularly to non-thinking individuals.<br />
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... But fitting in, and being nice and likeable -- it's overrated anyway.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />-5-</span></b></span><br />
All ladies, in one way or another, are bitches. <br />
Even if (sometimes, <i>especially </i>if) they're you're friends.<br />
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But still, you need your girl friends in your life.<br />
Even if (sometimes, <i>especially </i>if) you want to smack them.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-6-</span></b></span><br />
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Positive reinforcement works better than negative reinforcement.<br />
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There is no empirical evidence for this though.<br />
Apply which ever you feel is necessary.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-7-</span></b></span><br />
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It's OK not to know what do for the rest of your life, especially if you're still in high school.<br />
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No matter how much you try to deny its existence, there IS a generation gap .<br />
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It can be bridged, somewhat but the older generation will always think of the younger as naive, inexperienced, impertinent and in need of useless pep-talks. <br />
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The younger often think of the older as dimwitted, irrational, out of touch and trying too hard to be cool. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-9-</span></b></span><br />
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There are too many idjits in the world. <br />
You will just have to learn how to cope with them.<br />
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Interacting with a less intelligent individual is excruciating, but it can also be quite entertaining. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-10-</span></b></span><br />
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Angst happens, and more frequently at a certain age. <br />
No need to diss. It gives you something to look back and laugh at.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-76456480241806599172012-05-05T10:42:00.002+08:002013-04-13T20:05:29.860+08:00r.i.p., m.c.a. :(<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i><a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2012/05/04/showbiz/beastie-boys-death/index.html">(CNN) -- Adam "MCA" Yauch, a founding member of the pioneering rap band Beastie Boys, died Friday after a nearly three-year battle with cancer.</a></i></blockquote>
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Thanks for the awesome, aggro music.<br />
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From the soundtrack of my teen years, Beastie Boys' <i><b>Sabotage</b></i>:<br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422118582205918105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466752137906983560.post-33853669093809217812012-04-11T12:46:00.000+08:002013-04-13T20:05:48.063+08:00back when milla jovovich was a recording artistBefore she kicked arse in<i> Resident Evil</i> and <i>Ultraviolet</i>, before she uglied up to be Katinka Tinka Ingabogovina na na in <i>Zoolander</i>, and before she adorably blurted out "Leeloo Dallas MultiPass" in <i>The Fifth Element</i>, Milla Jovovich released an album entitled <i>Divine Comedy</i>.<br />
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In 1993, she was simply called <i>Milla</i> - the ethereal voice and lyricist behind <i>The Gentleman Who Fell</i>.<br />
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Creepy, but I love those wolf-eyes. She was just about seventeen or eighteen here, but she looked much older, didn't she? It must be because of the Katinka Tinka Ingabogovina na na eyebrows.<br />
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And here she is with a lovely live version while guesting on <i>Conan</i>, crooning in that detached, doped-up manner, braless and laid-back, '90s style:<br />
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If you were alive in 1997 - unless of course you lived in some inacessible corner of the world - you're sure to know MMM-Bop. You likely sang to the upbeat tune with the awkward lyrics, danced to it, saw it overplayed ad nauseum on MTV. <br />
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You likely knew the uber-cute Tulsa Oklahoma trio called Hanson, brothers names Taylor, Zac and Isaac, then aged 13, 11 and 17 respectively. And no matter what age you were, regardless of your gender or gender preference, you likely fell in love with the charming little drummer kid, Zac Hanson. They were so cute and squeaky, you wished they would never grow up (Well, at least you were sure they were never going to break up).<br />
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You likely perked up every time you heard the first few notes of the easily-recognizable intro of their first commercial single, parlty because it sounded too cheerful against the backdrop of post-grunge and nu-metal.<br />
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You likely never got an answer to the question, "What the heck is an <i>mmm-bop</i>?" <br />
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Their other songs and succeeding albums proved too corny for popular tastes, so they faded out of our playlists while they were going through their awkward teen years. We thought for awhile that maybe they were one-hit wonders, and wondered whether they'd still be "sellable" when they were all grown up. In the meantime, the Hanson kids hustled.<br />
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Memories of AdventCall and P.O.T. come rushing in from the 1990s ... the aggressive music, the unstyled rockers, and the shirtless and betattooed Karl Roy with the distinct voice. i.m.h.o., he was one of the most <i>astig </i>vocalists in the local music scene, ever. <br />
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As with every teen flick of the decade, it's a slew of cliches and types, but it's too cute to be unlikable. Our moody birthday celebrant, Samantha Baker, is a character all high school girls could identify with - neither pretty nor ugly, but hopelessly hopefully head-over-heels over the strapping senior, Jake Ryan. Predictably, Jake is the prom queen's boyfriend. And even more predictably, he chooses our lovestruck heroine in the end.<br />
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It's got the cutest gallery of geek-speaking misfits ever, led by Farmer Ted (played by the quintessential '80s geek, Anthony Michael Hall), Bryce (an already-cute John Cusack) and Cliff (some guy named Darren Harris). Plus a whole lot of unnamed others, including a back-brace girl (Joan Cusack).<br />
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She's all pretty and princessy in her fluffy, pink bridesmaid's dress. Across her, he slouches in his dreamy aloofness. They're perched on top of a huge table, which elevates them to the level of the beautiful french windows in the background. The near-symmetrical arrangement is soflty framed by the background drapery and the lighting fixtures that echo the candle flames. They spew out possibly one of the corniest romantic dialogues in chick-flick history:<br />
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In the mid-80s, Frank Miller (later of <i>Sin City</i> and <i>300 </i>fame) re-imagined Batman for mature audiences.<br />
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Almost immediately, the Dark Knight eclipsed the blue-and-gray Caped Crusader. Though this darker, grittier Batman was previously known only to fanboys, the world got acquainted with him through the Tim Burton movies (<i>Batman</i>, 1989; <i>Batman Returns</i>, 1992). It was Michael Keaton (previously known as Beetlejuice) under the cowl of<i> your worst nightmare</i>.</div>
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The Tim Burton / Michael Keaton <i>Batman </i>movies might seem dumb to a kid who would watch them now (much like how I thought the Adam West series was goofy when I was a first-grader). But in those days, <i>that </i>was kinda dark. <i>Have-you-ever-danced-with-the-devil-in-the-pale-moonlight</i> sort of dark. The late-90s Batman flicks by Joel Schumacher (<i>Batman Forever</i>, 1995; <i>Batman and Robin</i>, 1997) were clowny in comparison.</div>
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This generation's reincarnation is a fully-ripped, kevlar-plated, raspy-voiced Christian Bale. Tall, dark and two social experiments short of sociopathic.<br />
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People like myself who have a <i>geek streak</i> for science-fantasy programs would likely recognize Billie Piper as Rose Tyler, a.k.a., The Doctor's companion for seasons 1 through 4 of <i>Doctor Who 2005</i>.<br />
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Ans here she is posing all intense-like in front of the iconic TARDIS:<br />
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After watching several seasons of <i>Doctor Who 2005</i> a few times over, it was only recently that my mind made the connection between Billie Piper and the 1990s. In a half-zombie state through one of my DVD marathons over the holidays, I noted that Rose Tyler sort of looked like this obscure teen popstar from the late '90s. She had a dorky dance video with aliens and hip-hop fashion that occasionally showed on MTV Asia. She had a square face and a big smile like Rose Tyler ... I tried to recall the said popstar's name, and realized that it was ...<br />
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She was then known simply as <i>Billie</i>, a recording artist who was supposed to become a bigger superstar than the Spice Girls, but became famous -- in Japan. One of my clearest memories of her was that a magazine cited her as a <i>fashion don't </i> for wearing hair extensions that did not go with her natural tresses. She had an album called<i> Honey to the B</i> and a single entitled <i>Because We Want To </i>(which was accompanied by the said dorky dance video).<br />
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Just a few days ago I asked a couple of friends if they remembered Billie from circa 1997-99, and none of them do. Well I probably remember her because I spent some time mocking her. For which I now repent, because Rose Tyler is so flipping cool in Season 4 of<i> Doctor Who</i>.<br />
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