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[foxingpeculiar]

It’s time again. Shuffle big playlist, 20 songs, favorite lyric from each.

1. “Don’t wanna let the dark night cover my soul.” - The War on Drugs, “Red Eyes”

2. “Can’t have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same.” -Andrew Bird, “Measuring Cups”

3. “Idle kids with idle hearts; some of them went too far and some are still waiting there.” -Secret Machines, “Alone, Jealous & Stoned”

4. “And I’ll stop writing songs, stop scratching out lines. I won’t have to think and it won’t have to rhyme.” -Low, “When I Go Deaf”

5. “Although she may be cute, she’s just a substitute, cos you’re the permanent one.” -Smokey Robinson & the Miracles, “The Tracks of My Tears”

6. “Monuments put from pen to paper turns me into a gutless wonder.” -Manic Street Preachers, “If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next”

7. “I used to act like I was in a movie: so mysterious and misunderstood.” -Dr Dog, “Shame, Shame”

8. “So we carry every sadness with us, every hour our hearts were broken, every night the fear and darkness lay down with us.” -Hem, “Half Acre”

9. “We were winding up the road to the site with the windows down and the cigarettes alight, singing some rubbish about ‘my soul’s alright.’ I didn’t know what I could do.” -Augie March, “Just Passing Through”

10. “Where were you when I was in so much trouble with myself? And do you still believe in me like I believe?” -Descendents, “Good Good Things”

11. “Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots.” -The Byrds, “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere”

12. “I was lying in a burned out basement with the full moon in my eyes.” -Neil Young, “After the Gold Rush”

13. “I keep the hurt I’d rather feel and watch the shadow from my knees.” -DYAN, “Absence”

14. “Soft as a pillow, touch her there where she won’t dare. Somewhere.” -My Bloody Valentine, “Only Shallow”

15. “Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it.” -The English Beat, “Save It for Later”

16. “She says ‘America’s a spoiled child that’s ignorant of grief,’ but then she gives out full size candy bars on Halloween.” -Wednesday, “Quarry”

17. “She holds the hand that holds her down. She will rise above.” -Pearl Jam, “Daughter”

18. “Loving you is easy, watching you is nice, but everything I seem to do is wrong.” -Nick Garrie, “Can I Stay With You”

19. “I don’t know what it is that makes me run, that makes me want to shatter everything I’ve done.” -First Aid Kit, “Rebel Heart”

20. “Tuesday afternoons are the hardest, when time seems to stand still. They’ve piled up quite a few of them now, 20 years of not quite 3 o’clocks, but time moves fast as it ever did and you can’t just slow it down.” -Charlie Parr, “Over the Red Cedar”

[kwebtv]

Sidney Sheldon’s Master of the Game -  CBS  -  February 19 - 21, 1984

Miniseries / Drama (3 episodes)

Running Time:  413 minutes

Stars:

Dyan Cannon as Kate Blackwell

Harry Hamlin as Tony Blackwell

Ian Charleson as Jamie McGregor 

Cliff DeYoung as Brad Rogers

Fernando Allende as George Mellis

Liane Langland as Eve and Alexandra

Donald Pleasence as Salomon van der Merwe

Cherie Lunghi as Margaret McGregor / van der Merwe

Jean Marsh as Mrs. Talley

Barry Morse as Dr. John Harley

Johnny Sekka as Banda

Angharad Rees as Marianne Hoffman

Maryam d'Abo as Dominique Masson

David Suchet as André d'Usseau

Leslie Caron as Solange Dunas

David Birney as David Blackwell

[nice2meetyouu]

'Di ako makatulog. Anong oras na. Hindi kasalanan ng milk tea or boba ito ('di ako nagpalpitate today), probably bodyclock na talaga ang may sira. Since marami naman akong nakikitang post about therapy sessions, magkukuwento na lang ako about my experience.

Parang ever since naman, I've felt na I needed help pero 'di ko alam bakit and 'di ko alam paano iexplain. So nu'ng college, merong volunteer mentors (not sure na kung ito 'yung tawag) and nag-sign up ako to be a mentee. After one sem, ayaw ko na. Parang wala naman akong napapala.

Then nakausap ko 'yung guidance counselor sa school. Nakalimutan ko na bakit. Pero naasar lang ako kasi kinontra niya lang lahat ng sinabi ko. I'm not grateful enough daw. Sa PUP nga raw, worse ang sitwasyon. LOL, never na akong bumalik.

In short, panget ang experience ko sa therapy therapy. Noong pumasok ako sa med school, merong "coaching"!!! And I hated na parang irereflect back lang nila sa 'yo 'yung mga sinasabi mo. Sabi ng younger self ko, edi sana kinausap ko na lang ang sarili ko.

Pero naging open pa rin naman ako. And I'm glad I did. Maraming klase ng coach and okay naman 'yung na-assign sa akin. Na-overcome ko rin 'yung shame, feeling ko ang stupid ng lahat ng sinasabi ko or mga problema ko pero shinare ko kay "coach" anyway. Hahaha. Surprisingly, kahit na may expectations na akong panget, hindi gano'n 'yung nangyari. Hindi rin naman parang parrot na nirereflect back lang sa akin 'yung mga sinabi ko. I actually felt heard and validated, and 'yung mga advice niya palaging outsider view, like something I never considered before, or something na pinangunahan ko na, e.g. "hindi ko kaya," pero mali nanaman ako.

I can say na naging helpful sa akin 'yung coaching sessions sa school. Maraming moments of vulnerability. Naisip ko rin at some point, okay lang kaya siya? Puro problema na lang sinasabi ko. Marami talaga akong napulot, like matutong maging grateful, tumanggap ng compliment (alam mo naman dito, Regina George vibes, pag sinabihan kang you're really pretty at nag-thank you ka, "so you think you're really pretty?"), mag-reflect nang tama, lumayo sa limiting beliefs, at iba pa.

Naalala ko noong shinare ko sa friend ko 'yung tungkol dun, na may ganitong eme kami, sabi niya, wow inaalagaan talaga kayo dyan ha. Hahaha. 'Yun lang. 'Di ko na kinukulit si coach kasi hindi na siya bayad ngayong wala na ako sa school, pero nangangamusta pa rin naman siya minsan.

tl;dr

May nagagawang mabuti ang coaching sa buhay, pero depende sa inyong dalawa. Parang relationship. Wala kang mapapala if hindi ka magsheshare or hindi mo iaapply 'yung mga bagay-bagay.

Not sure how different ang "therapy" sa "coaching". Hindi naman career coaching 'yung sa school ha, mas life coaching siya, I'd say. Pero marami rin akong naencounter na doctor na life coach and 'di ko pa rin sila bet. Swerte kasi happy ako sa nakuha kong coach sa school, down to earth, humble, patient, hindi nang-iinvalidate. I think, in the end, hindi na rin siya strictly naging coach lang, naging friends na rin kami.

Btw, more than half a century na siyang nasa earth.

[koramilsblog]

Babinsa Tamantirto Serda Fajrul bersama rekan2 Babinsa dr Koramil 02/Sedayu dan Koramil 04/Sewon melaksanakan yasinan di tempat Alm.Praka Dyan Ramdhan Pradipta di rumah duka Tempuran Rt 09 Tamantirto.

[sincerelyjea]

Had a little conversation w/ my mom earlier abt our job interview. I told her that I was asked how much salary I expected for the position I was applying for. We literally search the salary rate for BOD before we line up for the interview; that's why I am confident pa to say an exact amount at least as the base rate.  

Unfortunately, the interviewer (Dr. Necitas) told me that the company could not afford to give that amount. I was offered half, but I really felt like I deserved more than that, so I chose to refuse that offer.  

At first, medyo frustrated ako kasi the moment I refuse the offer, end na rin ng interview sakin. In my mind kasi, parang bare minimum lang if tatanggapin ko 'yon. Also, I felt like that's one of the main reasons kasi why a lot of people choose to work abroad. Evidently naman mababa talaga sahod sa Pilipinas.

Pero after class, nilinaw at pinaliwanag naman ng maayos ni ma'am yung reason sa akin. Sa amin. Somehow, naintindihan ko naman. I didn't expect pa nga na same sila halos ng sinabi ni mama. Siguro kasi both silang may work experience na. Napagdaanan na nila 'yon.

Sabi ni mama, sana tinanggap ko na lang since starting pa lang naman ako if ever sa company na 'yon. Puwede pa daw namang tumaas 'yon based sa performance ko and more. Once na-hire ka, puwedeng-puwede mo pa namang patunayan na higit pa sa ganong sahod yung deserve mo.

That's when I realized na kung realidad ang pagbabasehan, sa sobrang hirap ng buhay ngayon, may mga pagkakataon talaga na lulunukin ng tao yung pride nila and tatanggapin yung ganon.

Yung ganitong sitwasyon, sobrang subjective pero gustong-gusto kong pinag-uusapan haha. Siguro kasi, gustong-gusto ko talaga na maunawaan yung mga tao from different walks of life.

Na-realized ko rin pala, oo kailangan ng tao ng pera kaya sila nagta-trabaho pero may iilan na hindi naman yon ang main goal and reason. May ilan dyan kahit sobraaang baba ng sahod, ayos lang as long as nakakatulong.

Siguro nga, mas malawak pa talaga ang mundo kaysa sa inaakala ko. Marami pa akong kailangang matutunan para makasabay dito.

[dvmars]

Thank you Dr. JINKEE LAZARO my beautiful (Ophthalmologist) CORNEAL ULCER My worst nightmare! Akala ko mabubulag na ako 😭 More than 24 hours tulog or nakapikit lang bawal dumilat for 24-72 hours Bawal TV and gadget So painful ayaw matigil sa pagluha mata ko so traumatic nangyare sa cornea ko Need to take sleeping pills or anti histamine para lang wag ko maramdaman ung pain sa loob ng eyes ko. Advice ni dok : No more CONTACT LENSES same situation sa kanya yung halos hindi gumaling sa tagal that's why she recommended a laser treatment for my cornea. (Still waiting for my sponsor for the LASER TREATMENT kaya sa mga may gusto mag sponsor po dyan bukas palad ko pong tatanggapin ng buong buo 😅hehe ) Dahil bawal na ang contact lens mag tyaga na lang muna sa eyeglass kahit mag pabangga bangga sa microscope habang inaantay ko ang sponsor for the laser treatment 😁 To my partner my love popoy thank you sa pagtatyaga sa oras oras na pag lalagay ng gamot kahit na puyat ka dahil kailangan maubos ung 3 klase ng drops sa mata. ikaw muna mag paligo ng ilang araw sa ating mga alaga ha dahil no pets allowed muna lalo sa bed advice ni dok. Thank you Lord God hindi inabot ng 72 hours umigi na agad pakiramdam ko kahit mabigat pa din at hirap idilat mata ko. GOODBYE CONTACT LENS! https://www.instagram.com/p/CpHLV7zhygUrFGD1dkVZUJyZ00T8NyjEuXrKbI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sixnn]

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[tshihiro]

ay omg, what if awayin ko si nathalie sa dr ko mamaya🥰😍 — 🧩 anon

go beh support kami ni Aika dyan

[lvenha]

I DON'T DO DR*GS!

SUMMARY: Partying is not your cup of tea but not when there's your childhood best friend, lee heeseung that will protect you. What if heeseung suddenly receives a call from you who wants him to help about something. You're not taking dr*gs are you?

🍒 PAIRINGS: bestfriend!lee heeseung x fem!reader

🍒 WARNINGS: SMUT! teenagers partying, use of viagra, reader is under influence of dr*gs, mentions of alcohol, unprotective s*x, p*netration, oral s*x - f receiving, nipple play.

"Jay, punta muna ako sa baba" Paalam ni heeseung sa lalaking pinaglalaruan ang lollipop niya as an alternative for cigarettes. Jay just nodded at his older friend flashing a smile that looks like a smirk because of the lollipop's stem between his teeth.

The music became loud as heeseung descended the stairs to the first floor of sunghoon's house. He sighed, he was always a party person pero minsan nakakasawa na.

This should be more enjoyable if Y/N was here, he thought looking around hoping to see some familiar faces from his friends. Heeseung started to walk toward the living room and luckily, he spot jungwon sitting on the couch in the center of the room.

Natawa si heeseung nung makitang nakaheadphone ang bata at nakapikit pa, badtrip na naman siguro 'to. He tapped his young friend on the shoulder which made the boy look back at him, Jungwon was annoyed at first. He thought it was someone he doesn't know but when he sees it was heeseung, his facial expression calmed down.

"Ubos na battery mo?" Tanong ni heeseung bago sumalampak ng upo sa tabi ni jungwon. "Ubos na ubos na." Jungwon replied getting his hyung's metaphor, his eyes involuntarily rolled around his skull.

Heeseung's forehead draw lines as he looks at the younger, "So, bakit di ka pa umuuwi?"

"May inaantay ako pero di na ata dadating" Jungwon replied that made the older one think. Ah, badtrip nga.

Heeseung was about to ask when someone abruptly sits on the other side of jungwon which made his words got cut. "Hinihintay niya crush niya, hyung. Loverboy na pala si jungwon" Niki said before plopping down beside jungwon and snaking his arms to its shoulder. The latter on the other hand glared at the youngest seemingly giving warning, not really sure if it's about the mentioning of his 'crush' or the way niki called him informally.

The glare made the youngest shut his mouth and heeseung released a chuckle, "Is this about that cute student council secretary?"

Hindi nagsalita si jungwon but niki nodded his head aggressively still not saying any words, afraid that it will push his cute hyung's buttons.

"Don't worry, won. If you want, tulungan kita na mayaya mo siya ma date?"

"It's not about that hee hyung. Badtrip si jungwon hyung kase nakita niya na dikit ng dikit yung P.R.O natin dun sa crush niya and then nagselos siya-"

"I'm not!" Sigaw ni won.

"Kung hindi, so tell us the reason bakit mo siya pinapunta dito sa party kahit alam mo naman na never siyang naging party person?"

"Wala... gusto ko lang iparanas sa kanya yung paraan natin ng fun"

"Eh ano naman sayo?" Tanong ulit ni niki. It was obvious that the youngest gain enough confidence to push won's buttons, lalo na ngayon, Jay is not around. If nandito pa si jay, niki would never do this.

Hindi na sumagot si jungwon but niki is still staring at him, a teasing smile on his lips. Pinalipat-lipat ni heeseung ang tingin niya sa dalawa, "Eh bakit? Nagseselos ka, niki?" Tanong niya sa kaibigan.

"Luh, asa ka hyung!" Niki immediately replied which made jungwon smirk, "Bahala nga kayo dyan, hanapin ko muna si sunoo hyung" He added before walking away and never look back even once to his friends which caused Heeseung to laugh.

"Siraulo talaga yun" The older whispered making jungwon nodded his head.

"Nga pala, hyung. Nandito si Y/N kanina ah..." Jungwon said changing the topic. The sudden mention of heeseung's childhood friend's name made his ear twitch. "Nandito si Y/N?"

Jungwon nodded, "Oo, di mo alam? I thought kanina pa kayo magkasama since hinila siya nila sunghoon hyung sa taas para maglaro and di ko na siya nakitang bumaba."

"Eh kasama ko sila sunghoon kanina eh. Kelan siya pumunta?" Heeseung asked who's standing up now ready to run to any rooms upstairs just to find you. Jungwon, on the oher hand, looked at his wristwatch. "I think... almost 1 hour ago na?" Jungwon answered, making heeseung whisper a 'shit' before shouting a 'thank-you' to jungwon and bolts towards the stairs and into the 2nd floor.

Fuck, bat di ka niya nakita kanina? Sunghoon was there in the room playing some games nung dumating siya and you are nowhere to be found. Heeseung did invite you to the party but you said you need to finish an output first that is due next week- which Heeseung didn't really understand, so akala niya hindi ka pupunta. Hindi naman sa wala siyang tiwala sa mga kaibigan niya, he did trust them but not sunghoon, most especially not the DRUNK sunghoon.

Jay looked at heeseung wide-eyed when the older suddenly stormed from the door, "Hyung, gago-"

"You saw Y/N?" Heeseung cutted jay, if it was a normal conversation and Heeseung didn't frantically looking for you then for sure, makakatikim si jay sa muntikang pagmura neto kay hee but this is not the case. He needs to find you, he needs to ensure that you are safe.

Kumunot ang noo ni jay, "Si Y/N? Nandito si Y/N?" Heeseung didn't answer, he seems impatient from the way his wide eyes stared at Jay and how his hands grip the door handle as he peeks into the room, ready to run again once he got the answer.

"No, hyung. Magkasama tayong pumunta dito kanina, right?"

Heeseung muttered a silent 'thank you' kahit na hindi naman talaga nakatulong yung sinabi ni Jay sa kanya. He runs towards the other rooms na katabi lang ng kwarto kung nasaan si Jay. Heeseung was about to open the door of the last room to the end of the hallway when he felt his phone vibrate.

Inis niyang tiningnan ito para i-reject but then he saw your caller ID. Heeseung pressed the answered button and immediately put his phone to his ear. "Fuck! Y/N, where are you?!" Sigaw na tanong ni Heeseung. Y/N didn't answer, he just heard some shuffling and heavy breaths. Tangina, are you fucking someone right now? Kumukulo ang dugo ni Heeseung sa naiisip niya.

"Y/N, answer me right now. Where are you?" Heeseung's voice was strained, it was full of worry, care, and... jealousy? May karapatan ba siyang magselos eh hindi naman kayo? But at this moment, Heeseung didn't really care. He needs to find you and know that you are safe. If you're really fucking someone nga then, so be it. He can deal with his heartbreak later after he knows you're safe.

"Heeseung..." You called, heavy breaths were heard after that. "Yes, Y/N?!" Heeseung almost shouted, he was getting more impatient. Almost like he's on the thin thread. It's a good thing that he's at the end of the hallway and hindi na masyadong rinig yung music sa baba but his feet can still feel the soft vibrations of the floor, that's why he can hear you clearly. "Help me please... so hot"

"Nasaan ka ba?"

He heard another sound. Did you just moan? You moan on the phone with him and he's not the one who's making you make that sound. Damn, He was so fucking offended.

"T-third floor..."

Heeseung didn't even wait for your sentences to finish, "Don't you ever move from there and wait for me. Papunta na ko." He replied before running towards the 3rd floor, the one that is restricted from outsiders other than sunghoon's circle.

"Y/N?!" He shouted before barging into the nearest room. Heeseung was ready to throw his hands on the man but there was no one other than you. There you were sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. Your back was resting at the end of the bed, legs folded as you hug your knees close to you. Your head was bent over, covering your face with your hair. Heeseung heard a muffled sound from you, "Y/N?" He called, walking closer and sitting beside you.

Tinapik niya ang ulo mo that causes you to look up. You are so red, so flushed and your breathing was heavy as you look at him. "What happened? May masakit ba sayo? Should I take you to the hospital?" He asks voice full of concern and worry. You shook your head as an answer. "S-sunghoon, made me drink..."

"He made you drink what?" Tanong ni Heeseung, his brows are furrowed. Ano na namang kalokohan ginawa ng kaibigan niya?

"I finished my o-outputs early and... decided to go after y-you. I met won and d-decided to wait for you to... together with him. Sunghoon saw me- and told me an nandun kana so s-sumama ako." You released a heavy sigh before continuing, "But w-when we got there, wala ka dun. I don't want t-to be kj kaya naglaro ako ng isang round ng truth or dare, n-napili ako for a truth na a-ayoko sagutin and ayoko din namang uminom ng alak so si-sinabi ko kay hoon. H-he told me to drink milk na lang so I did, after 30 minutes of waiting for you... I felt something di-different so I hid in here" Y/N added, she looks like in pain which made heeseung worried more. Her eyes have some tears as she looks at him.

"That's- ha!... that's when I realized... sunghoon put viagra on my drink. It's been an hour, hee and I can't... I just can't, please help me"

"Let's go to the hospital" Heeseung was about to lift Y/N into a bridal style but she stops him. "No, hee. I wanted YOU to help me out"

Heeseung's mouth opened for a minute. Believe him he wanted to but you're not in the right state of mind. Kumbaga, you can be compared to someone who is drunk and should never decide on something like this. In short, your consent is not valid.

"But Y/N as much as I wanted to, you're not on the right state of mind. Hospital ang kailangan mo, hindi ako."

"Ikaw ang kailangan ko!" You shouted at him. "Just fuck me good, hee... please?" You said voice feels like a whisper as you look at him with pleading eyes. Heeseung can feel his blood rushing down until at the very tip of his dick.

"You're saying that you don't want to but... that, says otherwise," You said nodding at his pants causing heeseung to look down at his pants. Tangina, tinayuan na nga siya. Paano bang hindi? Ang hot mo kaya.

"I don't want to take advantage of you, Y/N."

"You're not! Believe me... you're not. Please, take me, Heeseung."

Heeseung can't stop himself as he groaned, pulling you up before gently pushing you to the bed. "Are you really sure about this?" You nodded as Heeseung got on top of you, kissing you on your forehead before sealing your lips with his. You moaned in between you making out that made heeseung smile. You pushed heeseung on top of you causing him to lay on his back beside you, his eyes are wide as he looks at you get on top of him before sucking the sweet spot on his neck making him moan.

He loves this new you. Heeseung can't even imagine that he can be a witness of you being so bold and hot as fuck. You press your lips on him again. As you two make out, your hands travel down before grabbing his clothed dick. Heeseung groaned as he looks into your eyes, "Do you want to suck it?" He ask and you nodded, heeseung hummed, "Maybe, next time. This is about you and your pleasure, Y/N." He said pecking your lips and angling his head to suck at your neck that surely will leave a hickey tomorrow.

"Hee... nakikiliti ako"

"Tiisin mo, I need to mark you up real quick." He said, his tongue wetting the spot that he had just bitten. Heeseung's hand came into your top, grabbing your breast over your clothes. "Let's get rid of this" He whispered, unbuttoning your crop top and then removing your bra in front which made your tits fully exposed to him. Heeseung licks it with his soft tongue before pulling you into his lap making you strangle him. Your undone crop top and bra are messily hung from your arms.

Heeseung didn't waste any second sucking as he enjoyed playing with your tits while you hissed in pleasure. You can't help but to completely remove all your clothes from your body.

Fuck, it feels so good but the throbbing pain on your pussy made you need heeseung more. "Hee, quit teasing..." Heeseung chuckled and muttered a 'sorry'. He lays you on your back again before standing up and undressing. He remove his striped turtleneck before completely removing his jeans and boxers leaving him entirely naked. You watched him as he did and you unintentionally, swallowed your saliva when you see his girth and length.

Heeseung gets on the bed as he pulls your skirt and panties, you didn't even wait and just spread your legs to him which made heeseung laugh as he shakes his head. He didn't say anything and just pulled you in a kiss, "I'll make you feel good, Y/N." Heeseung whispered to your ear before his lips traveled south to your body, mouth not separating from your skin as he left soft butterfly kisses on you before kneeling on the floor, face in front of your pussy.

"Fuck, ang basa mo" He said, his hot breath making contact with your cunt. You were about to complain when heeseung lick your folds before completely drowning his face on you, mouth sucking your clit while you moan. Both of his arms, wrap around your legs to lock it.

You can't help yourself but snake your own hands under your own legs to try to steady and spread you further for heeseung. You felt him smile on your folds, pinching your nipples as a sign of thank you, now that his hands are free. It travels on your pussy again, getting some of your juices to spread with his index finger before shoving it.

Heeseung felt your tightness, your walls didn't want to let his fingers go. He pumped it a few times before adding second then third, you moan in response as heeseung shushed you. Departing his lips from your clit, "Shh... I need you to be ready for me" Bulong ni heeseung bago ipinagpatuloy ang pag pleasure sayo. The only sound na maririnig sa apat na sulok ng kwarto ay yung wet noise from your pussy and your heavy breaths.

Heeseung was like in heaven, you're voice sounds like heaven... you felt like heaven. It was just a fantasy nung una, he was just imagining you writhing from pleasure under him... the pleasure that comes from him. "Ah, fuck!" Another rush of blood came in his dick as he heard you moan. Your voice became loud as your walls clenched his fingers.

He look up to you, you were so fucked out. Hands turned white while gripping the pillow under your head, and your face was tilted to the side as if you want to hide. With one swift movement of heeseung's fingers, you finally came. Back arching as you squealed trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck... ugh...." You whispered as you close your eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah, i-i still feels hot so... just please fuck me now." You breathlessly said before removing your wrist over your eye to look directly at heeseung. "Mas lalo akong natuturn on sa pagiging straightforward mo"

"Pansin ko nga..." Sagot mo at inilipat ang tingin sa boxer niya. You're face is so sexy, you're glowing and you look like a goddess.

Heeseung followed your line of sight and there he see his own weapon, looking so good and red as precum ooze from its head. It was obviously screaming for some pussy to suck him off that's why heeseung give in. He turns you around making you lay on your stomach before getting on top of you. "You ready?" Heeseung asks and you nodded then you felt him stretching you up to the fullest. "Fuck!" Both of you groaned.

"Tangina ang sikip mo!" Sabi ni Heeseung as he tried his best to fill you. Siguro dahil na rin sa fact na you just cum kanina ay mas nag double yung init at sikip ng puke mo, idagdag mo pa na it's been almost 6 months after your last sex. "Fuck, hee..." You whispered, your eyes closed as you whimper in pleasure. Heeseung kisses your lids allowing you to adjust to his length.

"Ha... you can move hee" And heeseung gratefully heed your plead. He pulled his hips back until tip na lang yung natira and then pushed inside again slowly, which made you sigh in satisfaction.

"Sarap?" He whispered on your ear. You hummed before nodding, "Masarap"

Tangina, hindi mo naman first time pero dahil sa laki ni heeseung ay parang ganun na lang din ang nangyari, though it was not a painful feeling. It was weird but more on the pleasurable side.

As much as you want heeseung to be rough with you dahil na nga rin sa effect ng viagra ay hindi rin pwede. You don't want heeseung to be burdened with guilt after, just for your pleasure. Alam mo na, in the first place it's your safety that he thinks and nothing else.

After some time, heeseung picked up his pace when he felt you relax around him. As his thrust escalated so are your cries of praise for him.

"Ah... Ah! Fuck, Hee! Yes! Please faster, baby!" And again heeseung heed your demands pleasuring you to no end while you moan for him. He suddenly pulled out of you which made you whine and before you even process it, he suddenly turn you again making you face him into a missionary position. Walang sabi sabi ay ipinasok niya ulit ang tite niya sayo na naging dahilan ng pag sigaw mo, not in pain but in pleasure.

"Tangina, Heeseung!" Sigaw mo as you felt him thrusting in and out again. He adjusted himself, putting both of his hands under your leg before pushing it to spread you even further as he fastened his pace.

The stunt made you scream in pleasure, you even bet that you are slowly but surely losing your sanity as he fucks your brain out m. Heeseung looked at you, you are so lost in the black hole of glee. Your eyes are closed, and your mouth was opened as you moaned.

He then takes it as a chance to grab your breast, squeezing it. His hands left your legs as heeseung felt that you were spreading it yourself. Heeseung's lips came in contact with your neck, as much as he wants to kiss you ay ayaw niyang mawala ang tunog ng ungol mo. It was turning him on so much.

"Open your eyes, baby..." You tried but you can't, it was so good that your eyes can't help but be glued together tight shut. Nilakasan mo ang ungol mo in response, hoping na makukuha ni heeseung ang message mo but he didn't, "Open your eyes for me, Y/N" He said, voice strained as he release a groaned. After some seconds your eyes were slightly opened but you're still having a hard time, "Now, scream my name, baby. Let people hear how good I make you feel, how good I fuck you as you look at my eyes."

You compose yourself, opening your eyes more than before as you look at heeseung's eyes still moaning. Your face was contorted with pleasure all over it, "Ah! Fuck, Heeseung! Ah!" You screamed as heeseung released a low moan. The intensity of pleasure, heeseung's presence, and demands doubled your bliss as you moaned his name nonstop, still trying to look at his eye while tears came down from your lids. "Tangina, it feels so good, heeseung! Ah!" You were trembling, your whole body trembled while heeseung change his thrust. It became more faster and shorter, sobrang feel na feel mo siya sa pinakadulo ng pagkababae mo and it made you feel so fucking good. Para kang nasa langit, feeling mo sasabog kana.

"More! Heeseung! Ah! More please! Faster!" Heeseung did as he felt your walls clenched around his dick together with the feeling of a knot inside him. "Come inside me, heeseung!" You moaned to his ears which made both of you let go and cum. Heeseung's hips didn't stop as he rides his high, cumming inside you. When he felt that he was done, he then finally collapsed beside you pulling you closer as he spoons you. You two are still trying to calm your breathing. Heeseung kissed you on top of your head and you felt yourself calming under his touch.

"I'm gonna kill sunghoon tomorrow. Good night, baby" That's the last thing you heard before sleep comes for you.

You hummed as you slightly shift and felt some arms around you that also shifted together with your body. Your eyes looked up to see heeseung sleeping, his breath and heartbeat are slow. His other hand is behind your head pulling you closer to him.

"Morning?" He said in a raspy voice na ikinakunot ng noo mo. "Hoy, bat hindi mabaho hininga mo tuwing umaga?"

Halatang nagulat si Hee sa sudden outburst mo but he finds it cute, "I just did you last night tas yan yung unang sasabihin mo sakin?" He said smiling, you can't help but remember all the things he did last night that made you blush.

"I think it's because I drink so much water everynight?" He said not really sure. "Pero bakit ba hininga ko pinag-uusapan natin?"

"Ano ba dapat nating pag-usap-"

"Yung tungkol sa'tin, ano ka ba?" Kunot noong sabi ni Heeseung sayo, "Did I fuck you so good that your brain isn't fully functioning?" dagdag niya habang nang-aasar. Parang sira.

"Wag nga masama ugali, Hee. Napaka naman, ang aga aga."

"So?"

"Ano?" Heeseung rolled his eyes, "I like you, ever since highschool." Upon hearing those words your world seems to stop. He likes you? You? Prank ba 'to? Heeseung noticed that you freeze, his lips parted before averted his gaze. "I-I don't care if you don't like me-"

"I like you too, Hee!" Sigaw mo sa kanya as both of you panicked. "Sabi ko nga- Wait... Really?!!!"

You rolled your eyes at him and said 'yes' again. "I can't believe that you like me all this time. Ang dami mo kayang girlfriend na pinapakilala sa'kin"

"Masisisi mo ba ko? Sa gwapo kong- ARAY!" Sigaw niya nung hinampas mo siya sa braso. "On a serious note, I tried to move on that time kase as cliche as it is, ayoko masira yung pinagsamahan natin. You remember those times na umiiwas ako sayo...?" You nodded at him as your remembered those times in your highschool time. Bigla na lang umiiwas si Heeseung sayo, biglang nawawala and then after a week magpapakita na parang walang nangyari.

You didn't confront him about that until now since that time, you wanted to give heeseung his own space. You thought na ganun lang talaga, na nagbabago kayong dalawa. Hindi naman kailangan na porket magbest friend since you two remembered ay need niyo nang sabihin lahat sa dalawa. Of course, you two will have your own world.

"...I tried to forget those feelings by avoiding the person who I felt those feelings for pero di ko pala kayang di kita nakikita or nababadtrip sa isang araw. The next thing I knew, my feelings grow ng walang pasintabi." Heeseung explained as he carresed your hair. "Tayo na, ah! Wala ng bawian!" Sigaw niya na parang bata. Gusto mo mang umirap sa pagka-childish niya ay tumawa ka na lang at tsaka yumakap sa kanya. Buti na lang gwapo ka.

You two stayed in the bed for some time, both are engulfed in a comforting silence as you lay your head on heeseung'a chest while his hands draw small circles or pinch your arm while the other was scrolling through his phone. All of the sudden, Heeseung get up, leaving the white sheet for your naked body since nakaboxer na siya. He stands up and started to walk towards the door.

"Saan ka-"

"Dyan ka lang. Kukunin ko lang yung breakfast..." Kaya pala nagscroll kanina, sabi mo sa isip mo habang nagsusuot ng tshirt si Heeseung "And I'm gonna kill someone"

"Huh?" Nagtatakang tanong mo sa kanya, you were about to add a question but your voice was cut off with the sound of doors closing. It was silent for a moment until you heard a pterodactyl-like scream was heard from downstairs.

"Sunghoon..." You muttered as you laughed. For sure, Heeseung was the reason why he screamed. Medyo naamazed ka pa since nasa third floor ka pero rinig na rinig talaga. Suits him right.

EXTRAS:

"Y/N! Ikaw na!" Sunghoon shouted pointing at you before he chugged his drink. Lasing na nga. "Okay, so truth or dare?" Sunghoon asks, eyes boring into you. "

"Truth" The whole circle shouted, "Okay, so do you like heeseung hyung?"

Natigilan ka. You won't be surprised if one of your most observant friends, sim jaehyun, knows about your budding feelings for your childhood best friend. Halata na yung feelings mo but you are hardheaded, you refuse to confess your feelings to people that is not heeseung.

"No"

"Ey, Y/N. Wag na tayong maglokohan dito- oh shit, wait may tumatawag sa akin." Medyo nakahinga ka ng maluwag when jake excuses himself. "If you don't want to answer the question, then do the consequences" Sunghoon chimed in before sitting beside you.

"And? What is it?"

"You drink milk" He answered, his hands giving you a glass of white liquid. You sniff it and wala naman siyang kahit an among amoy, that's when you chugged it in one down.

"Hoon, musta ka na?" Sagot ni Jay habang nakangiti, "Masakit pa rin... ang kirot." Sagot niya habang inaabot ang ulam.

"Siraulo ka kase." Heeseung chimed habang nilalagyan ng kanin ang pinggan ko.

"Do you know that viagra is dangerous? Buti na lang at gatas pa yung pinainom mo kay Y/N at hindi beer. Lagot ka talaga kay Heeseung hyung if nagkataon" Dagdag ni Jake.

"Wala akong excuse, it's my fault naman talaga... sorry ulit, Y/N" I smiled at Hoon, "Okay lang..." I felt heeseung's eyes on me as if tinubuan ako ng buntot. "But... ililibre mo ko for the whole month" I added as I doubled my smile, heeseung laugh together with the boys as he looks at me as if he was proud.

"Mamumulubi ka, sunghoon hyung" Sabi ni Jungwon habang tumatawa.

"Wait, teka nga... so ano na status niyo?" Sunoo asked as he point at me and heeseung. "Kami na" Sagot ng katabi ko at naghiyawan ang buong barkada. "Congrats lods di kana torpe" Sigaw ni niki na nakapagpatawa sa akin.

"Let's celebrate!"

"Sige ba! basta ikaw magbayad, jay. Ikaw nakaisip eh" Heeseung told as we all laugh again.

"Teka... curious ako, anong palang ginawa ni heeseung hyung kay sunghoon hyung? Ang lakas ng sigaw niya kanina ah" Niki asked as I looked at heeseung also curious.

"Kinurot ko sa nipples" Walang pasintabi na sagot ni Heeseung that causes jake to spill the water that he was drinking on jay's face that made us laugh. "Tangina, pre ang baboy!" Sigaw niya habang kumukuha ng napkin.

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Pediatrician on COVID-19 vaccine for young kids

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Dr. Firmin Monestime (Courtesy of Matawa Museum)

LA MÉMOIRE SÉLECTIVE D'UNE COMMUNAUTÉ ACCUEILLANTE

Dans le groupe de musique franco-ontarien CANO (Coopérative des Artistes du Nouvel-Ontario) fondé en 1975, il n’y avait pas de Noirs. De CANO, il fleurira de nombreuses œuvres littéraires séminales qui définiront l’identité franco-ontarienne. Ainsi, je pars avec un désavantage comme écrivain noir franco-ontarien. Je dois faire l’effort mental de m’associer à une démarche d’affirmation culturelle qui ne m’incluait pas directement. Je ne blâme pas CANO, ni les acteurs de l’effervescence culturelle de cette époque. Je définis strictement des outils qui me sont donnés pour m’associer à une culture d’expression française en Amérique du Nord qui est mienne.

Cette prémisse est cruciale pour comprendre ce qui fait de moi un élément sélectif de la mémoire d’une communauté accueillante. En effet, dans la vie d’un artiste franco-ontarien noir, des faits lui rappellent sans cesse qu’il est menacé d’effacement dans l’esprit de la majorité blanche francophone. Pour prendre un exemple récent, il y a quelques jours, j’ai reçu un courriel d’une enseignante francophone du Nord de l’Ontario. Dans son message, elle dit : « On a de la chance de t’avoir, Didier! Dans nos écoles ici dans le Nord, on manque des livres des écrivains noirs sur nos tablettes. » Cet aveu est une réalité qui fait d’autant plus mal qu’elle cache une double négation : le déni d’être aussi francophone que les autres Franco-Ontariens et le refus de proposer l’œuvre d’un écrivain de race noire.

En octobre 2020, Radio-Canada annonça que la Bibliothèque municipale de North Bay avait renvoyé deux romans commandés à la maison d’édition Prise de Parole. Il s’agissait de Jack est scrap de Denis Lord et d’Au sommet du Nanzerwé, il s'est assis et il a pleuré de l’écrivain Melchior Mbonimpa. Une employée a justifié cette décision en soutenant que ceux qui fréquentent la bibliothèque ne sont intéressés que par « des histoires de familles canadiennes et québécoises. »

Cette décision de se départir d’œuvres mettant en scène des personnes racisées efface la présence des écrivains noirs franco-ontariens de l’imaginaire collectif des résidents de North Bay. Ainsi, par un processus de sélection administrative, des membres de la majorité blanche participent à une épuration de ce qu’ils considèrent comme inutile et obsolète.

Il y a 265 conseils de bibliothèques publiques en Ontario et si chacune d’entre elles se plie au même exercice d’exclusions d’œuvres issues d’écrivains racisés, on peut s’imaginer la raison pour laquelle notre visibilité dans le milieu littéraire est réduite, presque nulle.

Même les peuples autochtones ne sont pas logés à la même enseigne que les Noirs. On peut compter 45 bibliothèques publiques en Ontario gérées par des membres de la communauté autochtone. Il n’y en a aucune sous la houlette de la communauté noire franco-ontarienne. Nous sommes donc à la merci de décisions bureaucratiques qui affectent notre existence en tant qu’artistes et qui nous rendent invisibles. Il m’est impossible, en tant qu’écrivain franco-ontarien de race noire, de prouver sans l’ombre d’un doute qu’il s’agisse de racisme. Cependant, tout racisme systémique a pour camouflage le labyrinthe bureaucratique.

Cet effacement dans la mémoire collective, je l’avais déjà constaté chez d’autres personnalités franco-ontariennes de race noire. Il y a quelques années, je suis tombé par accident sur la photo du premier maire noir au Canada, Firmin Monestime. Ce politicien d’origine haïtienne fut élu en 1964 dans la ville de Mattawa, dans le Nord de l’Ontario et fut réélu à sept reprises jusqu’à sa mort. Je vis dans ce pays depuis plus de 30 ans et j’ai étudié à l’Université Laurentienne de Sudbury, dans les années 90. Je n’avais jamais entendu parler de cet illustre pionnier.

Dans le musée de Mattawa, on peut trouver une section réservée à cet homme qui a su se faire accepter par sa communauté. Une rue principale porte son nom ainsi que le conseil municipal de la ville. Ceci est tout à l’honneur des résidents de Mattawa. Cependant, son accomplissement mériterait une reconnaissance à l’échelle nationale et une visibilité bien plus grande afin que tout Canadien ait la possibilité de se familiariser avec ce docteur en médecine qui s’est taillé une place de choix dans le cœur de ses compatriotes. Ceci créerait un engouement dans les intentions politiques de personnes racisées au Canada et implanterait dans l’esprit des Canadiens de race blanche l’idée de voter pour un politicien noir.

Après le constat surprenant de ne jamais avoir entendu parler de Firmin Monestime, j’ai compris qu’il s’agit encore une fois d’un travail de sape, un exercice d’expulsion de la mentalité générale de la contribution de minorités visibles dans la construction de l’histoire canadienne et franco-ontarienne. Monsieur Monestime n’est pas un cas isolé; il fait partie d’une stratégie d’isolement qui flétrit tout apport progressiste dans ce qui fait l’histoire du Canada.

C’est exactement ce travail d’oubli forcé qui a permis au Canada de donner l’impression de ne pas avoir été un pays esclavagiste. Où sont les musées spécifiquement dédiés à la Traite des esclaves au Canada ? Où sont les mémoriaux qui permettraient aux descendants d’esclaves et aux Canadiens en général de se recueillir dans d’anciens lieux de vente ou de distribution d’esclaves ? Les personnes racisées au Canada et en Ontario en particulier font face à une machine bien huilée qui sait maquiller le passé et promettre un avenir radieux.

Dans le cas de l’écrivain de race noire d’expression française, cet avenir resplendissant ne vient jamais. On perçoit l’auteur noir comme un éternel nouveau venu. On lui décerne volontiers le rôle de l’immigrant qui a une histoire à raconter sur son pays d’origine, toutefois quand il ose poser des questions par rapport à sa contribution historique au Canada, on choisit un autre nouveau venu comme écrivain-phare.

L’Ontario est dirigé par un premier ministre conservateur, Doug Ford. Ce politicien qui est unilingue anglophone a plusieurs fois promis, d’un ton badin, d’apprendre le français. En décembre 2018, l’Assemblée législative de l’Ontario adopta le projet de loi 57 qui inclut l’abolition du Commissariat aux services en français (CSF).

Des Franco-Ontariens et Franco-Ontariennes d’origines diverses organisèrent une quarantaine de manifestations dans la province mais cela ne changea pas la décision du gouvernement de Doug Ford. Ces revendications pour garder le CSF furent les plus importantes manifestations de l’histoire de l’Ontario français.

Les Franco-Ontariens de race noire ont contribué à exprimer leur opposition aux compressions d’un gouvernement qui ne respecte pas les besoins d’une des plus anciennes populations en Ontario, c’est-à-dire depuis plus de 400 ans.

Déjà, à cette époque, l’explorateur Samuel de Champlain se fia aux Premières Nations pour sillonner et cartographier l’Ontario. Il resta huit mois parmi les Wendats et les Anishinaabe, avant de se remettre en route vers le Québec.

Les efforts des Noirs et des personnes racisées pour montrer qu’ils font partie intégrante de l’histoire franco-ontarienne ne datent pas d’hier. Pourtant, le travail de sape pour minimiser leurs accomplissements fortifie la thèse des politiciens de tous bords, heureux de nous qualifier de « nouveaux arrivants ».

En octobre 2018, l’éditorialiste Denise Bombardier avait déclaré à l’émission de Radio-Canada Tout le monde en parle, devant l’ancien premier ministre Jean Chrétien, que toutes les communautés francophones avaient à peu près disparu au Canada. L’insulte blessa de nombreux francophones d’un bout à l’autre du pays. La communauté franco-ontarienne demanda un droit de réponse que l’émission québécoise a bien voulu lui accorder. Qui a répondu aux attaques de Madame Bombardier? Trois jeunes femmes blanches. Deux Franco-Ontariennes et une Franco-Manitobaine. Est-ce le visage actuel de l’Ontario français? Pas du tout. En tant que père d’enfants franco-ontariens et écrivain invité dans les écoles françaises de Toronto, je peux certifier que le visage de l’Ontario francophone d’aujourd’hui et de demain est multiculturel.

Il ne s’agit pas de dénigrer les jeunes femmes invitées mais de souligner le refus flagrant de mettre en évidence les visages racisés qui pullulent dans la communauté franco-ontarienne. Nous avons des hauts cadres, des vedettes, des sportifs, des écrivains, des avocats et la liste est non exhaustive. Ces individus auraient représenté ce qui est l’Ontario francophone d’aujourd’hui mais en plus, leurs répliques auraient répondu adéquatement aux propos insultants de Denise Bombardier.

En novembre 2018, encore une fois, nous assistâmes dans la même émission, à la venue de représentants franco-ontariens défendant l’Université de l’Ontario français, projet que le gouvernement de Doug Ford avait annulé au préalable, avant de changer d’avis. Il y avait l’avocat Ronald Caza, Marie-Pierre Héroux du Regroupement étudiant franco-ontarien, Dyane Adam, présidente du conseil d’administration de l’Université de l’Ontario français (UOF) et la députée conservatrice-progressiste (devenue libérale) de l’Ontario, Amanda Simard.

Encore une fois, il n’est pas question de rejeter l’importance des porte-paroles. Un journaliste de TFO (Télévision française de l’Ontario) a déclaré que ce fut le quart d’heure le plus franco-ontarien de l’histoire de l’émission Tout le monde en parle. Il a tort. Ce fut une autre occasion manquée de révéler au grand jour que notre communauté est plurielle. Ceux qui se demandent ce que cela aurait ajouté de faire venir au moins une minorité visible pour se joindre au débat n’ont rien compris de l’importance de notre apport en Ontario français. Nous sommes incontournables et un jour, il faudra bien l’admettre. Par conséquent, un débat sans nous n’est pas un débat mais une causerie entre Blancs autour d’un verre offert gracieusement aux invités de cette émission.

Pourquoi Dyane Adam, présidente du conseil d’administration de l’UOF, n’a-t-elle pas eu la présence d’esprit de faire venir des minorités visibles ? Celles-ci auraient donné un point de vue qu’aucune des quatre personnes n’a offert à l’émission. Pourquoi, à deux reprises, des Franco-Ontariens en position de pouvoir ont décidé de courir à Montréal dans une émission populaire pour donner une version incomplète de ce que nous sommes ? Et pourtant, des membres du conseil d’administration de l’UOF de race noire auraient été enchantés de venir exprimer les attentes des personnes racisées en ce qui a trait à l’Université de l’Ontario français.

Je dois déduire qu’il y a chez certains Franco-ontariens de race blanche un refus de faire de nous leur porte-parole. Ils tiennent à ce que les minorités visibles francophones se définissent à travers eux mais ont des difficultés à laisser les Franco-ontariens noirs parler en leurs noms. Les responsables des commandes de livres de la bibliothèque publique de North Bay ne sont pas les seuls à exercer un processus de filtration. Cela dit, il n’est plus question de parler en mon nom comme personne racisée. Je peux parler moi-même, je dois m’exprimer et pour cela il faut m’inclure à la table des discussions. Personne sauf moi ne devrait me représenter car comme je viens de l’expliquer, ceux qui prétendent le faire, le font mal ou pas du tout.

Quand vos propres compatriotes franco-ontariens ne voient pas l’urgence de vous mettre au-devant de la scène, cela veut dire qu’ils n’ont pas compris votre importance ou qu’ils ne veulent pas la comprendre. Or, nous étions avec eux lors des manifestations les plus importantes de l’histoire de l’Ontario français. Nous avons porté les pancartes et crié aussi forts qu’eux contre la politique anti-francophone de Doug Ford. Comme ces membres des Premières Nations qui ont accompagné l’explorateur Samuel de Champlain et l’ont protégé durant son expédition en Ontario, nous protégeons la langue française en l’utilisant et en tant qu’écrivain, je l’enrichis.

Les Québécois qui regardèrent Tout le monde en parle reçurent une image de l’Ontario français loin de la réalité. Peut-être que cette image « pure laine » est réconfortante pour certains, cependant ce n’est qu’un leurre. Il s’agit de la même image incomplète qui perdure depuis des décennies à propos de la communauté franco-ontarienne d’aujourd’hui. Les téléspectateurs ont été abreuvés d’une image sélective dans laquelle je ne figure pas.

En tant qu’écrivain noir franco-ontarien, je suis en continuelle voie de disparition. Mes livres sont retirés des tablettes de bibliothèques publiques, je suis traité d’écrivain « migrant » alors que j’ai passé plus d’années au Canada qu’ailleurs et mes livres ne sont pas réédités pour des raisons obscures. La mémoire sélective est à l’œuvre pour me renier le droit d’exister comme visage de l’Ontario français; un visage racisé.

À cela, je n’oppose qu’une seule résistance; la force de ma plume. Il existe des romans qui refusent de mourir et j’ai la prétention d’en avoir écrit quelques-uns. Ces œuvres ressusciteront, si par malheur, on tentait de les oublier.

Mais je ne devrais pas dépendre entièrement de mon talent pour contrer un système qui privilégie une histoire néocoloniale, un récit qui puise sa source dans un fantasme condescendant du dominant sur le dominé. Malheureusement, le talent reste encore de nos jours, le seul moyen de contredire et de démasquer les auteurs de racisme systémique.

Didier Leclair, écrivain

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Basahin nyo agad ito,bgo nka burahin.dhil lhat ng information about sa gamot ng china virus, O sa plano ng WHO AT DOH,AT NG MGA GOBYERNO ,PINABUBURA AGAD NLA.

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Of freak flags and time warps: The Ringwald’s production of The Rocky Horror Show

Of freak flags and time warps: The Ringwald’s production of The Rocky Horror Show

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[Jacokes – image source: The Ringwald]Richard O’Brien’s The Rocky Horror Showis a bit of an artifact of its time, when queer culture and camp were avant garde, subversive, and downright frightening to most of America. Mike Pence notwithstanding, today we’ve seen such a mainstreaming of O’Brien’s core shock tactics (gender fluidity, B-movie tropes taken…

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Watching Movies In Self-Isolation, Part Two

L’Assassin Habite Au Rue 21 (1942), dir. Henri-Georges Clouzot. Clouzot is better known for directing The Wages Of Fear (the movie William Friedkin remade as Sorcerer) and Diabolique, but this is the first movie he directed. It’s a pretty effective comedy, as well as an Agatha Christie style murder-mystery thriller. It’s really cool to watch these things that feel like they are just “movies,” before a bunch of genre conventions got built up and put in place. This one’s also eighty minutes long, super-short. The premise of the movie is there’s a serial killer on the loose, leaving a business card on every dead body. A dude passes along to the police that he found a stash of the business cards in the attic of a boarding house, so the killer must live there. A police officer goes undercover as a priest moving into the boarding house to investigate the residents. His wife, an aspiring singer, has made a bet with him she can solve the crime first, and in doing so become a celebrity that will be hired to perform places, so she also moves into the boarding house, partly to annoy him. The stuff at the boarding house is basically the film’s second act, while the first and third act are more typical murder-mystery stuff, although the tone of comedy is maintained throughout, despite all the cold-blooded murders.

All These Women (1964), dir. Ingmar Bergman. Kind of dumb sex comedy directed by Ingmar Bergman, but with gorgeous Sven Nykvist cinematography, bright jewel-toned pastels, and sort of theatrical staging in spots seeming to foreshadow Parajanov’s The Color Of Pomegranates or eighties Greenaway stuff. About a critic who visits the palatial estate of a famous cellist to write a biography of him only to find a harem of women; the whole thing unfolding from the cellist’s funeral a few days later. The winking humor is both music-hall bawdy but in a way that feels self-aware or “meta” in the context of a sixties film.

The Touch (1971), dir. Ingmar Bergman. Bergman’s one of my favorites, many of his canonized classics resonate deeply with me, but he was also astonishingly prolific, with a bunch of movies of his blurring together in my mind, and even more that I didn’t know existed, like this English-language one, starring Elliott Gould. Gould’s another favorite of mine, being in a bunch of great movies in the sixties and seventies, but damn, he’s unlikable here. Unlikable characters “hit different” in older material because I’m not sure if you’re supposed to sympathize with them according to the sexist cultural attitudes of the day. Here he’s “the other man” Liv Ullman is cheating on Max Von Sydow (RIP) with, but he’s pretty emotionally abusive, just a shit to her, extremely demanding of her in a relationship he did nothing to earn, though it does feel like the movie is kind of treating him as a romantic lead.

The Anderson Tapes (1971), dir. Sidney Lumet. This is heist movie, starring Sean Connery as a dude fresh out of prison, planning to rob his girlfriend’s apartment building, costarring Christopher Walken in his first film role. It contains all the plot beats of a typical heist thing, all the satisfying “getting the gang together, planning things out in advance, chaotic elements interfere” stuff but also a totally superfluous bit of framing about like constant surveillance, video monitoring and audio tape. All this dystopian police-state stuff seems, implicitly, like it would make a crime impossible to execute, the criminals are monitored every step of the way, by assorted agencies. But then the punchline, after everyone’s arrested for reasons having nothing to do with that, is that all this recording is illegal and all the tapes should be erased as the high-profile nature of the case makes it likely the monitoring agencies will get caught. Sidney Lumet directs a good thriller, even though I don’t find Connery (or Dyan Cannon, who plays the girlfriend) particularly compelling.

The Testament Of Dr. Mabuse (1933), dir. Fritz Lang. I watched this years ago, after reading Matt Fraction praise it, particularly how skillful the transitions between scenes were, and I really enjoyed it, but didn’t remember much about it and was excited to rewatch it. It’s got a lot going for it: An exceedingly elaborate criminal plot whose only goal is to wreak chaos, low-level criminals caught up in something they’re morally unprepared to reckon with, a charismatic police detective interviewing a bunch of weirdos, Fritz Lang following up M by continuing to be a master of film and sound editing very early stitching it all together. The Mabuse character was previously the star of a silent film I haven’t watched, and here he’s mute, which is a clever choice I didn’t register until writing it out just now. He’s gone completely insane, but is nonetheless writing a journal filled with elaborate crime plots, and his psychologist is completely insane and following these directions, in a commentary on the rise of Nazism in Germany at the time.

House By The River (1950), dir. Fritz Lang. I watched this in the pre-Quarantine days, but it totally rules. Again, it feels sordid in part because of how old it is and my assumption you’re meant to identify on some level with the completely loathsome protagonist’s sexual desire and anger at getting turned down. It’s so creepy, he’s listening to the sound of his maid showering at one point. All the characters seem very fun to play, they’re all pretty cartoonish. This guy murder his maid, and then gets the idea that he should write a book about the murder when someone explains the idea of “writing what you know” to him, and he is then surprised when his wife reads the book and puts together that it’s a murder confession, saying something like “Really? I thought I disguised it pretty well.” The film functions as a dark comedy because every character is completely mortifying. Lang’s work becoming less ambitious and more reduced in budget during his time working in America is pretty sad but this movie feels legit deranged.

Midsommar (2019), Ari Aster. Heard good things about Hereditary, but haven’t watched it yet, having been put off by the plot summary of Aster’s preceding short film, about a kid who rapes his dad. This is like a longer version of The Wicker Man, basically, starring Florence Pugh, who I had heard was like the new actress everyone’s enamored with, but didn’t think was that compelling in this. A bunch of Americans go to a Swedish village, one of them (played by Chidi from The Good Place) has studied their anthropology extensively, but all are unprepared for the fact that their whole culture seems to revolve around human sacrifice and having sex with outsiders so they don’t become totally inbred. There’s a monstrously deformed, cognitively impaired child who’s been bred specifically so his abstract splashings of paint can be interpreted as culture-defining profound lore, which I took away as being comparable to the role Joe Biden plays within the death cult of the DNC.

Long Day’s Journey Into Night (2019), dir. Bi Gan. This got a lot of acclaim, but I am almost certain the main reason I watched it is because the director made a list of his favorite movies and included Masaaki Yuasa’s anime series Kemonozume on it. Does a sort of bisected narrative thing, where half of the movie is this sort of fragmented crime thing, a little hard to follow, and then you get the title card, and then the second half is this pretty dreamlike atmospheric piece done in a single shot, with a moving camera. I’m not the sort to jerk off over long shots, although I appreciate the large amount of technical pre-planning that goes into pulling them off. The second part is pretty compelling though, enveloping, I guess it was in 3-D at certain theatrical screenings? I’m a little unclear on how my fucked-up eyes can deal with 3-D these days and I was never that into it. The first half is easy to turn off and walk away from, the second half isn’t but I’m unsure on how much it amounts to beyond its atmosphere.

Black Sun (1964), dir. Koreyoshi Kurahara. This one’s about a Japanese Jazz fan and dirtbag squatter who meets a black American soldier who’s gone crazy and AWOL. He loves him because he loves Jazz and all Black people, but the soldier is pretty crazy and can’t understand him anyway. Jazz is, or was, huge in Japan and this is a cooler depiction of that fandom than you get in Murakami novels but it’s a fairly uncomfortable watch, I guess because the black dude seems so crazy it feels a little racist to an American audience? Maybe he wasn’t being directed that well because there would be a language barrier but it’s weird.

Honestly the thing to watch from sixties Japan on The Criterion Channel is Black Lizard (1962), dir. Umetsugu Inoue, which I watched shortly after Trump’s election in 2016, when all the Criterion stuff was still on Hulu, and it cheered me up considerably in those dark days. It feels a little like The Abominable Dr. Phibes, but with a couple musical numbers, and is about a master detective who thinks crime is super-cool and wishes there was a criminal who would challenge his intellect. Then the Black Lizard kidnaps someone. It’s a lot of fun, with a tone that feels close to camp but is so knowing and smart it feels more genuinely strange and precise. One of those things you get fairly often where the Japanese outsider’s take on American genre stuff gets what it’s about more deeply and so feels like it’s operating on a higher level. I really love this movie.

I had this larger point I wanted to make about just feeling repulsed by genre stuff that self-consciously attempts to mimic its canonical influences and that might not be all the way present in this post. Still, something that really should be implicit when talking about movies from the past is that they are not superhero movies, and how repulsed I am by that particular genre’s domination of cinema right now, and how much of cinema has a history of something far looser and more freewheeling in its ideas of how to make work that appealed to a broad audience, and how much weird formal playfulness can be understood intuitively by an audience without being offputting, and the sort of spirit of formal interrogation connects the films I like to the comics I like (as well as the books I like, and the visual art I like), this sense of doing something that can only be done within that medium even as certain other aspects translate.

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Hello, sa mga anime lover dyan try niyo panuodin to.

1. Vinland Saga

2. Dr. Stone

3. To the abandoned Sacred Beast

4. One Punch Man

5. Boku no Hero Academia

6. Baki the Grappler

7. Iceshield 21

8. 7 Deadly Sins

9. Full Metal Alchemist

10. One Piece

Lahat worth it, lalo na one piece <3 \m/