Ohmyfuckinggaaaaaaaaaaaad. THIS IS THE GREATEST SCIENCE FICTION MOVIE OF 2009!!!!!!!!XXDDD Everybody should watch it! Tell your daddy and mommy to watch it! Tell your boyfriend, your girldfriend, your fuckbuddy, your best friend! Tell your dog to watch it! Your cat to watch it! Tell your neighbor, your housemaid, your gardener, your landlord, your boss, your coworkers, your classmates, your jeepney seatmate, your haircutter, your manicurist, your pedicurist. Run out the streets naked screaming at random people to watch District 9 now. Stand on top of a building and yell to the crowd to watch the movie or else you'll jump. Travel the country and share the good news, sing District 9 jingles, post District 9 ads and billboards, scribble it on bathroom walls, announce it on bulletin boards, write a book about it, tell the story to your kids and grandkids and great grandkids and great great grandkids. Rave it to a wall. Rant about it to your toilet water. Chime it with your village church bells. Construct your own District 9 church. Preachify it to all nations. Cry it out to the devil behind you, to the boogeyman in your closet, to the triclops seamonster underneath your bed, to all poltergeists everywhere. Yell it out to thin air. Send telepathic brainwaves to God and his underground scientific experiment of crossbred bird-humans to watch it. Broadcast it across outer space to unimaginable worlds and planets light-years away to the very absolute rim of the universe to the black velvety nothingness beyond. And then watch it all over again, and again and again and again.

Or maybe I was just attracted to its aliens' ("prawns") proximity to Dr. Zoidberg.

Quitter's Flu

It's been a month since I stopped smoking. I tried smoking a puff or two to satisfy the craving but my chest would just collapse into itself and wrench my heart to hypoxia.

I didn't even make an effort to stop smoking. After ten years of cigarettes, my body just began rejecting nicotine, even secondhand smoke. It's what I call Involuntary Quitting. What made this happen, I have no idea.

Part of the symptoms of nicotine withdrawal is the "quitter's flu". For more than a week now my nose has been leaking with this superglue quickmelt cheese. I wheeze, hack, cough, and choke with it all day that I've started discharging it with bits of blood. Mindtwist says it could be the lacerations in my throat from all those hacking and coughing. I've also been blowing my nose into rolls of toilet paper too hard that methinks I've wrecked my eardrums. I can't even sleep straight at night. I couldn't breathe comfortably in a horizontal position, and I'd have to constantly dash to the bathroom to discharge all this shit.

With all this discomfort, now all I want is my cigarettes back. Sniff.

Word Up

F
24.11.09 - 08:58

Dear T. I will make you an origami out of stainless steel I love the film and I love you now lets prawwwwn each other to the effin x square root minus summation of all shitass poop! Lol WTFTL! :D

tine
27.11.09 - 17:45

maybe it's a side effect of your physically taxing mountaineering activities!

Dana
30.11.09 - 02:32

Buti hindi mo rin napapanaginipan. :| Happened to me last time I had no cigarettes for two months.

Ew, blood. XD

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