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[Holiday/Knight]

Just to start this, I'd like to say that I'm glad I found this place. It's awesome. It's hard to find gay sites that meet my demands. And while this may make me sound as a high maintenance dude, well, fact is, I'm not. But I am very self centered. Sometimes I just need to be alone. I crave solitude. I mean, sure, I love people, but sometimes I just wanna shoot them. There are some serious freaks out there, you know, so I try to get away from those. I'm sure everyone here has had a bad experience (not necessarily gay, but we'll get to that). Just plain bad experiences with freaky people that make you want to take a shuttle to Nevermore. Yeah, I know, it’s called Life. But there is no such thing as “life”. We are Life. It’s not an entity. We are the entity. All of us. We are responsible for what happens in this hellhole, and no one seems to care enough. Don’t blame it on God or Lady Luck because for all we know….Well, what do we know?

Yes, a little introduction that took cosmic proportions. From Me to The Powers That Possibly Run The Universe. Ha.

OK. I seem to be down on my luck. My would-be boyfriend hasn’t called, hasn’t e-mailed me, hasn’t done a damned thing for me. We were supposed to meet last Saturday, but I never heard from him. He’s a brunette beauty with such an innocent face, that sometimes I wonder is he’s for real. Never met anyone like that. No one I cared about anyway. What is it then, that has me loosing sleep over this guy? It could only be physical attraction, for all I know. I’m 18, and I don’t think I know just exactly what love is about. I’m no virgin, but being a virgin or not means no more than a status quo for me right now. Was that Meaningless Sex? Not quite. My first time was something special. But the guy was such a jerk. I should have never slept with him. And then? more sex, definitely meaningless, with another guy. That I do regret. What was I thinking. I wasn’t even horny.

Now, this guy, my dearest new boy, I have never tasted sexually. Make out sessions is the most I’ve been lucky to get. But I’ll bed him soon, I hope. It’s not about the sex, but the connection…..I think I’m really falling for him. Or I was. His little disappearance has been quite a turn off. I’m just disappointed. I had waited so much to see him, and when it finally was about to happen, he vanishes. I need to taste his lips again….Those sweet lips that put my daydream fabric into motion, those delicious, perfect lips….I want you, my dearest boy.

Well, I have more stuff to write, but, I’ll leave that for another day, or later, who knows. So, take care my fellow comrades. We are all in a Journey. And it’s the most exciting, adventurous journey you’ll ever embark on. It’s like being a wanderer, looking for the ultimate Feel, looking night after night after night.

 

[Holiday/Knight]

I got a call tonight. It was my dearest boy, he finally appeared after all. Turns out he had to finish a paper at the University (whatever) but now is ready and available. Well sort of. Not until saturday but available anyway (busy bastard! oh well, I'm kinda busy too).

I'm supposed to start to work for a call center next week. I've been in training since monday.....Looks somewhat promising so far, and especially easy, but we'll see.

Now, for comedy's sake or whatever other emotion it may cause you I've decided to put a little abridged script here. I'm not the author though. I have my mind set on putting more of this stuff here, but for now we'll start with this one. Enjoy.

Note: Of course if you haven't seen this movie you probably won't enjoy it nearly as much as the author intended, but read it anyway if you want. OK here we go:

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL: THE ABRIDGED SCRIPT™

By Cindy L. Cup Choy


FADE IN:

VARIOUS. PART 1 - THE FALLING-IN-LOVE STUFF

ROBERTO BENIGNI, a pre-WWII Italian Jew, drives through the countryside with his FUNNY SIDEKICK. They lose control of the car and it swerves through a crowd, which mistakes him for a fascist official.

AUDIENCE
This was funny. When Charlie Chaplin
first did it. Eighty years ago.

ROBERTO meets NICOLETTA BRASCHI, a pretty schoolteacher,
who falls on him.

ROBERTO
Hello, princess.

NICOLETTA looks at him adoringly. ROBERTO moves to the city and has many cute adventures. He becomes a waiter and has cute accidents. He gets around the city on a bicycle and has cute run-ins with a man whose hat ROBERTO likes. He woos the cute NICOLETTA, pretending to be a visiting official at her school. She looks at him, adoringly. This is all very CUTE.

AUDIENCE
This was all very amusing. When
Keaton and Chaplin did it. Eighty
years ago. Maybe we should have
stayed home and rented ‘City
Lights.'

ROBERTO
No! Please stay! I am different
from Keaton and Chaplin! For one
thing, I am alive! Also, I'm in
color and I speak Italian! And I
love you all! And I want to take you
all out into a field and make love
to you all!

AUDIENCE
But your shtick is exactly the same
as Keaton's and Chaplin's.

ROBERTO
But there is something in this
movie that they never did! Physical
comedy in a concentration camp!

AUDIENCE
What the hell?

INT. PART 2 - THE HOLOCAUST STUFF

ROBERTO and NICOLETTA have married and have an adorable son, GIORGIO CANTARINI, who looks exactly like one of those cheap motel room paintings of children with really huge eyes.

GIORGIO
I love my toy tank!

On GIORGIO's birthday, the Nazis come and take ROBERTO and
GIORGIO away.

GIORGIO (cont'd)
Where are we going, Papa?

ROBERTO
This is all a contest we made for
your birthday! All of us are going
to a special camp, and if you do
exactly what I say, we win points!
The person with the most points wins
a tank!

AUDIENCE
Umm...Roberto? This sounds
suspiciously like it's going to be
an uplifting fable..

ROBERTO
Yes! It is!

AUDIENCE
But should a movie about the
Holocaust be uplifting?

ROBERTO
I love you! I want to take you into
my cellar and give you a blowjob! I
love you all!

NICOLETTA comes to the train station, looking for her
husband and son.

NAZI
Your husband and son are on the
train.

NICOLETTA
I want to get on that train.

NAZI
You're not Jewish. Go home.

NICOLETTA
My family is on that train. I want
to get on.

NAZI
Alright.

Before getting on the train, NICOLETTA spots her husband and son. She looks at them adoringly. The train reaches the concentration camp. The men and women are separated. As she is lead away, she looks at her husband adoringly.

ROBERTO
(to Giorgio)
Here we are at the special camp!
Isn't this wonderful? We stay in
this tiny room with all these other
men and the German people yell at
us! If you don't cry, you get 10
points! If you don't complain about
being hungry, you get 10 points! If
you hide, you get 20 points!

AUDIENCE
Roberto? This is supposed to be
touching, but it's just really
weird.

GIORGIO
Papa? A man told me the Germans are
killing the Jews. Why don't I see
anyone being killed?

ROBERTO
I told you! We're playing a game!
If we win we get a tank--

GIORGIO
I'm not talking about the game, I'm
talking about this movie. It's about
the Holocaust, yet we don't see
anyone being tortured or raped or
shot or gassed. Nobody is even
starving to death. Isn't it a little
weird--

ROBERTO
Oh, be quiet. Here comes the next
scene!

ROBERTO and other men are carrying heavy anvils around.

ROBERTO (cont'd)
Boy, this anvil is heavy! Perhaps
after the war is over, we should
open our own anvil factory!

AUDIENCE
Now you're making jokes about Nazi
slave labor!?

MEL BROOKS
Hey! He stole my shtick! No one had
better start singing ‘Springtime for
Hitler' or I'm suing!

Slowly, some of the Jewish prisoners start disappearing,
but this is never addressed.

ROBERTO and GIORGIO wander around the camp in the dark. There is a heavy fog. We see what looks like a huge pile of dead naked bodies, but we barely see it, because the fog is so thick and because this movie is rated PG-13.

The war is ending. ROBERTO tries to get to NICOLETTA, but is caught. GIORGIO, who is hiding, sees his father led away. ROBERTO sees his son watching him and does a comic impression of the Nazi goosestep. ROBERTO is lead offscreen and we hear bullets, but we don't see him killed.

The war ends and the Americans show up!

ACTOR WITH TERRIBLE AMERICAN ACCENT
Howdy pardner! Ya'll wanna ride up
in this here tank?

GIORGIO
My tank! I won!

He rides out of the camp on the tank. NICOLETTA, who is
alive and miraculously looks just as healthy as when she
went into the camp, sees GIORGIO and hugs him adoringly.

DEAD ROBERTO
You see! I've accomplished a great
artistic work! I've shown the
triumph of the human spirit over
evil!

AUDIENCE
WHAT evil? You've managed to make a
Holocaust movie that doesn't show
anyone being tortured or raped or
shot or gassed! You turned the
Holocaust into the background for a
physical comedy! You've managed to
make the darkest episode of the 20th
century look like a really intense
summer camp!

DEAD ROBERTO
Oh, shut up. I won a bunch of
Oscars. AND I LOVE YOU ALL AND WANT
TO BURY YOU IN A COFFIN AND GET
INSIDE WITH YOU AND GIVE YOU A
SNOWBALL! WEEE!! I'M ECCENTRIC! IT
MEANS I'M BRILLIANT!

END

Copyright 1998 - 2005 Cindy L. Cup Choy. All Rights Reserved. This document may be reproduced verbatim (allowing censorship and translation) as long as the author's name is preserved and this notice is either preserved or referenced.

 

[Holiday/Knight]

Sunday was an interesting day. I saw my bf finally and was quite pleased to see him in good shape. We decided to go to a lonely park around 6:00 p.m. to fool around, as there was next to nothing to do. We were in the middle of kissing and cuddling when it finally hit me: I don't want to be with this guy!

I just don't like him all that much at all! the months we were apart actually drew me more to him, but now that we're together again, I begin to realize that it's a mistake. It's a waste of time, and frankly, I think I can do better.

I find him to be.......Too gay, and not in the "happy" way. He's a bit too feminine, at least for my tastes. I can't be with someone who I consider to be TOO sweet. It's too much. I've met sweet guys, guys that were sensitive, but not excesively, like this. JUST the right amount, you know. And I, I'm a creepy, creepy creature of the night. I'm dark as hell sometimes, so this "sweetness" is kinda problematic for me! I love rocking, beating the living crap out of my fellow man, and photo opportunities at restaurants!

It's driving me crazy. I feel like I'm only with him because I don't wanna be alone. I should end this, although I'd rather not. But you know what? Maybe that's the best for me, to take some time off from the whole dating/relationships/other people's concerns thing (again) and wait till I find the right guy.

Am I being too picky? God this sucks. The only reason I haven't taken my own life yet is because I genuinely love life. I love it. I wanna live and experience, but boy does the experiencing sucks sometimes!

So, I thought this guy was Heaven, but he turned out to be....Something else. I need to do some serious thinking.

 

[Holiday/Knight]

Green Day, Lennon, Narnia, and Kong.

December 9th, 2004, marks the first anniversary of the day I finally got into Green Day. I never quite liked the band, for subconscious, personal reasons. Then one day, that Thursday (the 9th) I got a good look at the "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" video. It had been out for I don't how long but I hadn't been able to actually watch it. I was fascinated. The song and the video really go hand in hand together, and I decided I needed to get the full album. I almost inmediately went to my (still?) favorite records store and got it for a nice price, along with some other album. That night I listened to it and I have to say that a year later, American Idiot is still my favorite album. Its.....I don't know. Honestly. What can I say that expresses what this album means to me? Anyway, suffice it to say, it is absolutely wonderful, although not perfect, of course. And certainly not the best music in the world or anything, but hell I love it. So, months later, I picked their International Superhits! album, and with that, I was hooked forever. This is my favorite band, alright!

Oh, since we are speaking about music, it would be a disrespect not to mention one of the most influential musical geniuses of the 20th century, Mr. John Lennon himself. As we all know, December 8th, 1980 was his final day amongst us. I was too young to enjoy his music, I mean, I was born on '87. But I have come to enjoy it quite a bit and I must tell you I definately would have been a fan if I had been born around Lennon's time. Big fan, yes.

Another special thing, Narnia! it opens this friday, December 9th (December, December, December.....!) so go check it out. I never read the books by C. S. Lewis but the movie seems promising and I'll check it as soon as I can. So, you do the same!

AND, last but certainly not least, Peter Jackson brings us just six days (or is it 5? God I forgot, it has to be a Wednesday, so, you do the math) after Narnia, the return of the King! KONG, that is. (Man, I wish I could watch Return Of The King on a big, theater screen again......Sigh) This movie is looking frickin' sweet. I don't know exactly what to expect, but it's gotta be good, at least. And it's gotta be big. And I'll review it here. Matter of fact, I'll review and promote movies here, I mean what the hell, why not right? this blog is about publicity too, you know! SO, go check out Narnia this weekend, and next week, be sure to be in line for the return of Kong!

P.S: There. An entry without details about my weird personal life. Whew. Well, that's coming next week, or some day, don't know. Have fun.

 

[Holiday/Knight]

Part One. A King Alone.

Hey there. As promised, or written here anyway, here is my little review of King Kong.

Peter Jackson's childhood dream project has finally been realized. The director of The Lord Of The Rings trilogy remakes the 1933 classic King Kong as, now, one of the most important directors in Hollywood. There's been talk about the movie's lenght (around 3 hours long) and certain confusion from some people, but I gotta tell you, that is not an issue. 3 hours may sound like a long time for this type of movie, but it never bothered me. The first 45 minutes are spent developing the main players, and that's it. After that, the movie never lets on. You won't feel those 3 hours. It's a rollercoaster.

But lets' get back to those first 45 minutes. The movie opens with a recession era New York, where we meet Ann Darrow (Naomi Watts) in a comedic performance at not exactly Broadway. Living in near misery, Ann is looking for her big break. Then we have Carl Denham (A particularly miscast Jack Black) who is trying to shoot a movie in Skull Island. The script to Denham's movie is being written by Jack Driscoll (Adrien Brody), who gets to play hero later on. In need of a leading lady, Denham finds Ann by chance, who, unemployed and miserable, is convinced by Denham to get into a boat to shoot his movie in what she thinks is Singapur. Driscoll ends up in the boat to "Singapur" too, and the adventure begins.

After spending some time in the boat with the characters and meeting the rest of the cast (of wich, of particular interest to me, was Jamie Bell, a HOT guy who I just would never say no, like, NEVER), we finally arrive at Skull Island, and from here on, the movie really kicks into high gear. Upon arrival, the crew is attacked by what is probably one of the freakiest, scariest group of natives ever. This particular scene is quite intense. Ann is taken, and Everyone's favorite huge gorilla is revealed in glorious fashion as he claims her and runs away into the woods....

King Kong, first and foremost, is an entertaining flick. There are various compelling moments, being these those with Kong and Ann interacting, and Ann learning to be comfortable around Kong. The love story is the best part of the movie, if not the mind blowing action. Naomi Watts is great as Ann, she's funny, compelling, and very human, wich is exactly why she can care for Kong, especially at the end. Black's Denham is rather unusual, because you don't know if Black's playing Denham as a funny character (wich is what you'd expect) or as a more serious, incredibly bent director. Now, Adrien Brody I thought does a very good job of being the "hero" without actually being it. I like him, as an actor. The rest of the cast is good, including Andy "Gollum" Serkis, as member of the boat crew and as King Kong himself. Again, becoming creatures and making them real is what Serkis does best. Overall a very good cast, with Naomi Watts shining the most.

Now for the action! there's a dinosaur stampede that will blow you away. It's almost too much, you'd think, as it is quite a sequence, but hell, that's what you were expecting. Then there's the much talked Kong Vs. The T-Rex Trio battle, wich is just brutal. Kong fights the predators, all the while protecting Ann, from, well, being chewed by them. Skull Island is full of perils. And Jackson shows them all in great ways. I gotta say, though, that my favorite bits of action were back at New York, where Kong scapes and wreacs havoc on the streets. It's beautiful. Just as beautiful as the recreation Kong himself. It looks amazing, you'll swear it is a real huge gorilla you're watching, instead of a CGI character. They put that $200m plus budget to good use here. Finally, 1930's NY looks amazing, and is quite a sight.

Closing Comments: Peter Jackson delivers a film that has something from everyone, and should not be missed. The Lord Of The Rings movies are my all time favorites, and with Kong, Jackson just might become one of my top directors. Well. When all is said and done, Kong stands as an entertaining, compelling film, a clasic story, and an FX achievement.

 

[Holiday/Knight]

"Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be."

If the last entry dealt with Jackson's "King" Kong, this second part undoubtedly had to cover The Return Of The King.

"Ride! Ride for ruin, and the world's ending!"

Around a month ago I decided to rewatch the complete The Lord Of The Rings trilogy (Extended Cuts) and reconsider just where these movies stand in my pedestal of......Precious....Things. The answer is, well, pretty damn high. As many people do, I see The Lord Of The Rings as a huge 12 hour piece/movie, and, in fact, as my favorite one of all time.

"Why can he not fight for those he loves?"

I have to admit, though, that I didn't hold the movie in the same light as a I do back in 2003. More often than not, I tend to disregard great things at first. Well, these things always come back to haunt me. Anyway, I've been rewatching LOTR lately and have to say that the "movie" pretty much changed my life!

"We come to it at last. The great battle of our time."

"End? No, the journey doesn't ends here..."

When The Fellowship Of The Ring was a timeless adventure film, and The Two Towers a foray into a fantasy war film, The Return Of The King takes the best from both films and creates an emotionally draining war film, with an universal appeal, simply a wonderfully crafted finale to the great chapters that came before.

"The day may come when the courage of Men fails; when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship; but it is not this day -- an hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the Age of Man comes crashing down --but it is not this day!!! This day we fight!"

Now, this is not a review. No matter whatever I have to say about it, we all know how great ROTK is. Love it or hate, you have to admit one thing: It's mesmerizing. Of course, I'm still torn about the whole calling LOTR a huge 12 hour movie. I mean, yes, it feels right, and certainly it's obviously completely valid, but, each "chapter", "book", "movie" or whatever you want to call them, has an identity of their own.

"Wake up... don't leave me here alone. Don't go where I can't follow."

So here it is. A little appreciation of mine for ROTK that I felt was necessary, and what best way to start the "blog year" than with an entry about The Return Of The King?

"It's gone... It's done."

Anyways, I set out to write about Jackson's two kings. One, an unconvential tragic hero, the other, a driving force of hope for the future. A new dawn for the world.

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand...There is no going back."

OK, to wrap things up, I have to let the entry go with one thing. The second paragraph up there is a bit tricky. For the utmost time, I had neglected the idea of naming a movie my "Favorite One Of All Time" because, darn, that's damn important--This you know--So I've always had my reservations about such a label. Well, now I can say for certain that The Lord Of The Rings is My Favorite Movie Of All Time.

"There's beauty up there, that no shadow can touch."

But what about other movies, I hear? There may be better movies than The Lord Of The Rings, but, like Miller had Wayne point out about his war, for me, there's nothing better.

"Now come the days of the King." May they be blessed.

 

[Holiday/Knight]

So, after around 1 year and a half, I decided to check JUB again. I don't know, I guess I remembered I used to post here last year, and decided to check it out again and see what's up...And I'm glad to say that I find the site as great as ever. There really is a little bit of everything for everyone (especially in the forums) and well, what can I say, I like it.

I guess I have been reflecting a little bit about my past, and this site came up. I stopped posting here after my previous relationship ended rather tragically. I just felt like the things I did, even the little ones, like posting on a forum, became meaningless. My then boyfriend cheated on me. With his ex. To this day I'm still not sure wheter he really ever loved me or not. He probably was stil in love with his ex, and I was just an "experiment" to him. Who knows. He claimed he loved me, but that begs the question "What is love to you, dear?"

Is it caring for me? Is it lusting for me? Is it telling me the truth about our relationship (Wich he did, eventually) ?

I never did ask him that. What's the point? I'm sure he didn't know himself. People....Tend to forget what love is supposed to be. I hate it when I have just met someone and we kind of get along, and then all of a sudden the guy says: "I love you" WHAT?? how can you say that? You don't even know me!!

I think that's what happened with my ex. He liked me a lot, but he didn't love me. Not me. He loved having someone to be with. That's all.

Physical attraction is not love. I've always had my reservations about saying "I love you" because it's a HUGE thing for me. I won't say it unless I mean it. People say it because they think they love you. He thought he loved me. Maybe he did for a bit. It was a very fast, very intense relationship. Maybe he simply didn't love me enough. Not as much as I did.

I was completely dissilusioned with life after we broke up. I spent around a month living my life as a hollow person. OK, a month doesn't sounds like that much time, but it was a lot for me back then. I didn't even cry, at all, prior to my relationship with him. I'm not a "macho" but I have never been the most sensitive guy, either.

But after him, I became an actual sensitive guy, and cried ocassionally.

I also stopped seeing any gay friends I had, or even trying to meet gay people (I did try it, didnt work) and pretty much spent most of the year wondering what was next for me, whether I should pursue another relationship, or wheter I'm simply not meant to have one...

And well, I think I'm gonna stop for now, it's kinda late here in El Salvador, normally I would be sleeping at this hour but today I guess the coffee kicked in, LOL. so, I don't know, maybe I'll keep on writing stuff here. I haven't finished my little story covering my love life LOL, so if I do decide to keep on writing, the next entry should be a happier one, this one was all doom n' gloom

Take care, fellow JUBers.