This video was taken at the University of Michigan. Two students dress up as Pac-Man and The Ghost (his nemesis, in case the name doesn't register). Pacman screams in horror as The Ghost chases him yelling "Wakka wakka wakka." Just Hilarious.

Okay now here's something that was sadly lacking at my college. People dressing up as video game characters and chasing each other around campus. This was something that was right up my and my group of friends' alley. Huge laugh trip for us and for the whole school. Probably get us suspended too, knowing our school president. Ah the price of fame.

Have a looksee.
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Apparently I have bad taste in movies. I was browsing through digg and I came across lists for the best and worst movies of 2005. Out of all the movies in both lists, I have watched (and somewhat enjoyed) more movies from the worst lineup than the attention-worthy ones.

Alas this confirms I am a man of simple pleasures. I am a monkey given a banana and when ordered to dance, will ask "How long?" I "ooh" and "aah" at every scenic spectacle just like the next movie nut. I laugh when the actors slip on banana peels and cry when they fall off cliffs or die sputtering in their loved ones' arms. I enjoy what movies offer. It's different for each movie, so I take each for what's given.

But of course I also watch films that really mean something. Oscar-worthy movies, inspiring films, indie movies that really say something. But in all truthfulness, I mostly watch out of curiosity, or because I've already read the book. Who doesn't?

My favorite movies are comedies. I just like to pop in a DVD and laugh on my couch as a way of destressing. I enjoyed Harold and Kumar. I laughed like I was high watching Jay and Silent Bob. And I laughed my ass off every Jim Carrey movie including The Majestic. Jim Carrey in that crying scene was impressive and honest, but it was hilarious at an entirely different and weird level.

But almost at the same time I enjoyed Legends of the Fall. I liked Erin Brokovich. I can't get enough of The Last Samurai. And Woody Allen films still catch my attention. I may not be much of a film critic, but I know what I like when I see it, and I'm not very easily disappointed.

I am just an ordinary movie buff. Almost every weekend I drop by my favorite store to buy DVDs to keep me busy for the coming week. So far I have watched almost each DVD twice and continue to enjoy my collection. The only lesson I've drawn from these critiques are that they are a bit elitist and probably have no other ways of making money. Or maybe the movie audience are really just caveman waiting for the next whack on the head in the form of every dumb movie they see.

On impulse and without much thought, I entered a movie theater this afternoon showing King Kong. In case you don't know, one of the few things I enjoy doing is watching a movie alone. Anyway, with Doritos and a diet Coke in hand, I braced myself for the 3-hour long movie.

Ang it was a long 3 hours.

You go through the first hour of the movie without seeing the big dude anywhere, instead choosing to go through character development while painting a vivid picture of Depression-ravaged New York in 50's style cinematography. I liked the blurry retro effect used in the sweeping shots of New York, pretty impressive.

There was this scene early in the movie where Jack Black's character was trying to sell his movie idea to movie executives. One of those execs asks a question for the ages -- "Will there be boobies?" Hysterical. 1950's movie ticket - 25 cents. Seeing boobies on a 50-foot screen - priceless. Hollywood gets away with everything. Even the little kids sitting next to me were giggling.

I guess you can say that this movie has a little bit of everything. I enjoyed it and was caught in the thrill ride a few times over. King Kong is just one cute, lonely giant monkey, basically what the whole movie is about. He found himself a plaything in Naomi Watts. Who. Is. So. BEAUTIFUL. Peter Jackson's close-up shots were perfect for her, and I just almost couldn't get enough of her. I am now officially a fan. Hey if I were a 50-foot monkey, I'd die for her too.

Adrian Brody, who beats out Pinocchio for the longest nose in showbizness, makes out with Naomi Watts (the lucky bastard), unfortunately he didn't fit in the movie. He felt more like a third wheel between the ape's love story with the pretty human lady.

Gross-out scene: The giant bugs and slugs. Brrrr. That was a nightmare come to life. And God is so wise to make these creatures small, coz you can only imagine what a 6-foot cockroach is gonna do when you try to squash it with a slipper.

Throughout the movie, King Kong battles loneliness, misunderstanding, and racial prejudice (he was the only giant mammal left on an island infested with dinosaurs and every other cold-blooded thing there is. So everybody kept picking on him, or trying to kill him for that matter). Then he falls in love with A Girl, they fool around and have fun, he acts all cute, and he's fiercely protective and loyal that he'd actually die for her. In the end, they murdered an ape because he was clumsy and had big hands and jealous that he could get a girl like Naomi Watts and they couldn't. It was sad. Why is it that our solution to things that we don't understand is to destroy them? The monkey didn't mean any harm. And it's nobody's fault he's bigger than a tank.

All in all, I'd give the movie an 8 out of 10. I'd have given it a 9, but due to the movie's length, I had to hold back peeing for about an hour longer than usual and has probably damaged my bladder permanently.

Oh, and by the way, if you haven't seen the movie, there might be spoilers in here. (Hint: King Kong dies in the end.)

Loyalty. Love. Friendship. Fidelity. Faith. Strength. Wits. Everything. Everything is a test. Being the geek that I am, will compare it to a totally cool RPG game where you earn experience points for every kill you make, every quest you complete, every level you conquer. It's as simple as that. Everything is. And those that do not learn anything from anything is nothing and barely human. The simple and naked truth.

Hahahahahaha. Okay I probably scared everyone off with the into by now after coming back and posting a blog entry after a VERRRY long layoff. I am sorry, and I say this to myself and everyone who mildly cares about reading the stuff I quip. The reason I started this blog was because I missed writing, and I missed self-expression. It was either writing songs or poems or this. This won out, while songwriting keeps trying to barge it's way back into the limelight.

So there it is. I just simply missed writing, and here I am suddenly typing very fast about nothing in particular.

So now I guess I owe this blog some content. Hmmm. What has happened since I last blogged? I've joined the Church choir and have attended an outreach program for special kids to further my cause in, er, spiritual fulfillment. "Attended" is the right word, because I just sat there eating Jolly Spaghetti all morning. Not that I hate kids. I LOVE kids. It's just that special kids need special handling, and despite my vast patience and awkward attempts of connecting, I more or less failed to reach any of them. But I enjoyed immensely, because throughout the whole program the Pinoy Big Brother theme song was played, so all the kids just danced. It was entertaining because they new the steps to eat. Special kids. They really are special. I couldn't help but give out the mandatory "Awwwwwwww" talk.

The company christmas party also happened without me blogging about it, so I will correct that mistake now, because I was famous at least for that night (and hopefully will hold out at least for the next few weeks) because of our Christmas presentation where we shot a music video, where we did a Pinoy Big Brother adaptation. Here's the thing -- I am a laid-back individual. And the limelight is something I avoid whenever possible (except when I'm playing with my band, where I am an entirely different person, which makes for an entirely different story). But I am a goofy guy and I like to make people laugh, though I never imagined what I did was fit for a camera and an audience of more than 500. See, the idea for our music video was supposed to depict how us Managed Services guys were serious about work and just as serious about fun. The video would show us doing our work and also taking time off at opportune times to drive stress away. The way we did it was pretty funny. The camera would work it's way around our department during the verses and then whoever the music caught at the song's chorus would stop working to get up and dance the Pinoy Big Brother dance. It was hilarious.

Now where did I fit in all that? Okay, now I'm proud of this because this was my idea -- There was a lavatory shot. (Uh-oh. Toilet humor? Hear me out.) There we were, 3 guys facing the wall doing our business (pretend of course, we didn't want the result to be too messy, if you know what I mean.) And then you know what happens at the chorus? We dance. And after seeing it, I immediately knew why I preferred singing. Not too imaginative sounding on paper or blog, but way WAY hilarious watching the end result on that screen. There were other pretty funny parts inserted in the movie, and apparently the judges agreed coz we won 2nd place (1st prize went to another video camera wielding group who ass-kissed their way to victory. I'm not bitter. Their video was also funny).

All in all, a pretty eventful party. Food was okay. I had 15 seconds of fame. And the jokes and catcalls were aplenty. Perfect night.

Now that I have kept this blog (and you, perceptive reader) up to speed, I am now once again free to completely ignore this blog and not write again for the next few weeks or so. Bwaahahahhahaha!

I'm kidding. More experiences on the way.