OASIS SPLIT Says Noel Gallagher. SOMETHING IN ME DIED TODAY.

I cannot believe what the news has brought me today. As StopCryingYourHeartOutNews.blogspot reports:

“Oasis finally split after a huge punch-up in Paris last night. It’s a sad, sad day for British rock history as the two brothers’ brawling marked the end of The Summer Of Bigness – and the end of an era. Noel and Liam Gallagher like so many times before in their lives, came to blows before a gig, this time at the Rock en Seine festival in Paris.

It all went wrong before their headline slot had even started with a furious backstage argument. A witness in the Oasis camp said: “It all kicked off after a few jibes were thrown back and forward between them. It got totally out of hand very quickly and all the pent-up anger just exploded.

“Noel has been so mild-mannered and above it all, but everyone has a breaking point. The fight was split up quickly but Liam smashed up one of Noel’s guitars to make his point.”….

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Only the closest people to me knew how much a devoted fan I am for OASIS. Ugh, I am lost for words. Yes, things seemed weary for the Noel and Liam Gallagher but they have always carried on.  It looks like this is final though. My favorite band, my personal heroes, the music that shaped who am I today has gone to split. If this is for real, then this is the day my music died.

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Noel Gallagher “quitting OASIS”

Noel Gallagher’s Official Statement

Kinatay Film Review by the Guy Who Drank All the Wine

the plot:

In the same vein as his past movies, the director again inflicts blatant Neorealism with his trademark use of handheld camera to capture everyday life as it unfolds. The narrative follows a day to night transition in which the “journey into the darkness” is realized. Dragged into a crime he never wanted to be in, the main character is both witness and instrument to a gruesome murder of a prostitute. Although he detests the act there is pretty much nothing he can do about it. He is caught between financial need versus morality. And at the end of the day, it was easier for decapitation to be stomached than to actually go home with an empty one.

the review:

I would like to say I enjoyed the film but not really. The butcher scene isn’t as appalling and gruesome as I thought it would be. A big letdown because the build up to that scene was excruciatingly slow paced, insinuating a glorious gore fest bound to happen. But no. A few chop chops here and there and that’s it. Protagonist contemplates and moves on, insert few symbolisms here and there and the film ends. Sad to say there is nothing special here. Obviously this is a social commentary, but you know we’re really tired of that. Great casting though. Bad-ass villain John Regala did great.

wise-ass remarks:

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SUN BROADBAND WIRELESS: Ain’t No Sunshine In This SHIT

No this is not the lifeline of a flu patient who took a pill of Advil for medication but accidentally washed it downed with a gallon of Hydrogenperoxide. Actually, the graph indicates how fast my wireless connection is exactly as I am typing these words. As good as dead right? Well my friends, death is a wireless broadband and I am currently connected to it. I will not drop any names in this blog though to avoid negative online reputation which will eventually…

SUN WIRELESS BROADBAND SUCKS LOOSE BALLS ON SUNDAY BINGO AT THE ELDERLY HOME! I mean come on man, the connection is so slow that if it were a track race against Dial Up connection, Dial Up would’ve circled the track twice and carry Sun Broadband on its back all the way to the finish line. I think growing a gray is common every time I wait for an online video to buffer. Now my patience is wearing thin so please allow me to rephrase and reiterate that first line. SUN SUCKS LOOSE, SKIN-FLAPPING, SHINY GRAY-HAIRED BALLS WITH CANCEROUS TUMOR ON SUNDAY BINGO AT THE ELDERLY HOME.

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Getting Laid Tonight? Flowchart Says NO.

Hello geeks and nerds of the online community. Yes, I am talking to you. Because I know you’re not having any sex since the Age of Mythology came upon you, or maybe Halo 3, I grabbed this simple flowchart from HolyTaco.com that will definitely help you ANTICIPATE failure and dampen the inevitable emotional breakdown you will be having in front of the computer with her Facebook “Beach Getaway” album open when you get back home. Printing out the image above maybe a good idea if you find yourself defying the odds and out on a real date. You can thank me, the god of “sure-fire sex after dinner”, later when all things turn out well. All the best.

the Lord of the RUN

Like an ancient prophecy cast in stone, I vividly remember the first time I stepped into the oval, and the revelation therein.

Something in the air felt magical. I gazed at the moonless sky. There is a monstrous storm brewing, thunder and lighting striking and soon the wrath of the heavens poured mightily to the ground. With a staff in hand a wizard on top of mountain screams into the air with arms wide open. “Thou shall not pass!” And as soon the moment hit me, I sprung into the track like a bedeviled stallion on a glorious quest to the ends of the earth! I was running like the wind unscathed of the elements conquering the fiery pits of the Ultra Sports Complex! And in this delirium that a realization occurred… I was born to run and tonight my legend will echo into eternity.

And cut. That my friends is a work of fiction. Pure and utter fiction obviously and tastelessly borrowed from JRR Tolkien re-written by yours truly. Bravo.

Ok kidding aside let me tell you the awful truth. I was just jogging that night. Jogging like a gazelle tip toeing across a calm stream on spring time. What happened was my lungs ballooned early in the first half of my first run. My lungs burst like a hot-air balloon in the midday sun so I decided to just jog it out. I play strenuous basketball regularly you know, but this simple exercise isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Kudos to Marlboro Lights for this, damn them cancer sticks. Also, I blame the Poveda girls soccer team for stripping my focus away. Their stretching in the middle of the soccer field was such a distraction! So there I was with my Ipod on prancing about and around while runners of all age and sizes overtake and pass me by. I felt like Hugh Hefner minus the Playboy bunnies. But hey, I was listening to Rob Zombie though and that’s kinda bad-ass right? No?

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