They were twins, born a week apart. One was extremely intelligent, the other a semi-retard. One was mean, the other lovable. One speaks with the head straight, the other angled to the side. They are Kimmy and Dora, played superbly by Eugene Domingo with the same title sans the and.
The film is a riot. I haven’t laughed out loud over a non-festival Filipino film since Ang Tanging Ina many years ago. The Aiza Seguerra song at the end was pretty good too. And Miriam Quiambao is hot.
Three years after the extremely gross and funny Borat, Sacha Baron Cohen is at it again with Bruno. This time he is a gay Austrian desperate to make himself famous or rather infamous based from what he was doing the entire 83-minute running time.
This film is a disappointment. The filmmakers were trying too hard to top Borat. Scenes that were actually funny – the Paula Abdul interview, the Jerry Springer-type show, the wrestling match turned into a gay makeout scene – were few and far between.
Don’t pay your hard-earned P140 pesos for this. Eight minutes were cut from the original version. If you really do want to give it a try, buy the dvd. It costs a 100 bucks less.
The US Open, the last tennis major for the calendar year, is underway. As I write this Roger Federer is down a set against Lleyton Hewitt. That is good news since I don’t like the 15-time Grand Slam Champion. Bad news is that Novak Djokovic, the only person capable beating Federer before the Finals, is down a set against an American and crowd-favorite Widden. Dammit!
Here’s hoping my bets on the men’s and women’s singles – Murray, Nadal, Djokovic, Sharapova, Clijsters – win the tournament. Magpapa-cheeseburger ako pag nagkataon!
Speaking of tennis, the pact that I and three of my friends made last year to begin playing the sport finally pushed through. It was only this month that all four of us were free from work obligations.
We learned the basic strokes – forehand and backhand – and I tell you it ain’t a walk in the park. My forehand sucks but my backhand, which a friend of mine envied, was pretty good. I did hit a lot of moon balls though. The trainer said I was using too much power and was flicking my wrist like I was playing badminton. Arrrggghhhh!
I need practice. More practice. Maybe I should give labs a ring and ask for some tips. Perfect timing too since she’s turning 29 within the month.
I don’t like my new job. There. I said it. Finally. It sucks. Big time. The tasks are few. I don’t get any development work. Documentation of resolutions to application issues are non-existent. My manager don’t act like he is one. My lead is an ass. My teammates are a bore. Some of them anyway.
I’m not quitting though. The pay is good. And my finally needs me. This is not the time to be selfish.
I arrived at the office on Friday and found a stress ball on my desk. Nobody knew who left it when I asked around. Someone must have sensed I was stressed for the past few days investigating a production issue and thought the ball would be of help. It didn’t.
I only squeezed it once then immediately tucked it on the same place where I first found it. I was not, even remotely, interested in doing a little bit of sleuthing on who gave the ball. Maybe after that damned production issue is resolved.
I was trying out a shirt at the Megamall when I heard a couple talking from separate dressing rooms. I heard a rustling of clothes. Then I heard the woman say out loud “I can smell myself in here”.
My mind started working on overdrive. I wondered “What must she be smelling?”.