Drugs: True Blood and Breaking Bad

The process of drug addiction is very simple. It begins with the intake of drugs. Then the euphoria kicks in. After which, the body craves for more. If the druggie's body absolutely requires the next dosage, it will start withdrawal. The ending of the process is entirely up to the addict with a plausible death toll wavering its flag at the end of the finish line. Like a foot race. How morbid.

Why the hurry?

Similar to crystal meth and heroin, I have had extreme doses of True Blood (HBO). This three-seasoned (and a fourth coming this June) genius by 'the' Alan Ball has created a great state of high and now I am in withdrawal. It is the television adaptation of the Sookie Stachouse novels by Charlaine Harris following Sookie Stackhouse and how she copes with the supernatural beings that surround her in a playing field of vampires that seek equal rights with humans.

Because no official promotional poster is
available yet.

Though I have not read a novel of Harris' series, I do say that the television counterpart is outstanding. It is pregnant with allegories and metaphors pertaining to the discrimination of minorities. It also showcases ideas on several grounds such as the nature of an individual. Technicality-wise (but let me be brief), the cast is ensemble; even the extras. The style of narration is simple. Every single aspect of the show is strategic and gripping. All these points rise it above other vampire-related media at present. If you think of the series as a whole, it is sexy (damn straight) and addicting. June 26 is but a mile away and I shall satisfy myself with the equally sexy teasers and trailers.

I would post a racy pic of Eric Northman but I think
this suffices the portrayal of "sexiness".

Speaking of drugs and drug addiction, a show comes to mind: Breaking Bad (AMC; produces a lot of good stuff like The Walking Dead and Mad Men). Compared to True Blood, it has excellent cinematic camera work and the script is better written (True Blood compensates, though, with vivid imagery and multidimensional characters whereas Breaking Bad is focused on a few; leaving several useful characters dry). Imagine a Chemistry genius who incorporates his knowledge into the drug realm by creating the purest crystal meth. His motives for which are noble. Also, we see how he evolves from a meek overly-qualified Chemistry teacher who never has had a say in his life to Heisenberg, the sought out "drug lord" of the underworld. The times he is badass on screen is also compelling. I am sure Chuck Palahniuk could write a thing or two about Heisenberg's male aggression.

Smart and kickass.

These are two really good shows. A cornucopia of relevant issues are presented to the viewers. If you are a fan of such things like myself, go ahead, take a dosage and we shall experience euphoria together. (Hippie)

As for this, well, some other time.

Paranoia

I can feel the world ending and this is no foresight nor a prediction. In fact, this is one of those sporadic moments wherein one gets paranoid and fears the duration of his or her existence. Because I have only felt this queer eerie feeling right now, I shall proceed to expressing my sentiments.

1. Do not blame me for my rather "messed up" philosophy. I maybe nihilist most of the time and the meaning of life escapes me but that is because I find that belief far more plausible than any other ideology, existence-wise and religion-wise. All my other beliefs are aligned to this. I am not communist but I am quite close to it --minus the freedom part; I believe in freedom. I wish that we all could be willing to contribute to the survival of every individual. We all do not know what awaits at the end of our lifetime. I am selfish at this though. I fear my end just like everybody else and I would be far more appeased if I were to end in oblivion.

2. As of this moment, you mean a lot to me.

3. I am just another messed up person. Do not expect any thing from me. I feel pressure. So much pressure. And most of it is inflicted on myself.

4. Forgive me. I am the worst person in the world. :(

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Thoughts on May 20, 2011 Around 2AM

I am writing this blog against my own will. I have no raw material: no "thoughts of the day". No themes. Free writing is what the meticulous High School English teachers would call this process. As  I am writing, I will review my thoughts and probably type a couple in this intimidatingly blank space.

I believe that this summer has changed something inside of me. I hate vagueness like that but it feels so real. I feel the freedom and it has been assigned to me. See the paradox? Because I have now earned the abilities to drive and to swim, I feel more empowered. Empowerment is good. This whole summer was empowering. Last summer was a downer and albeit the Murakami books contributed to this. I cannot believe how passionate I suddenly became about uneasiness and the *true* human suffering (both are major issues tackled by Murakami). That somehow affected my whole school year. Now that sucked and made it so nonstrategic in every single "-wise" imaginable. Do not get me wrong. Reading something Murakami is enlightening and at times emotionally grappling but do be warned that after the task will you be semi-schizo or extremely mindfucked. It would be an experience you won't soon forget.

I have been watching True Blood again and it has been devouring me limb by limb. I watch the Season 4 trailer then suddenly I recap myself with the previous seasons. Darn! I wish it were June 27 already. I'd say June 26 but I blame the World Clock. I absolutely cannot wait any longer. I've counted the months with the withdrawal syndrome and finally the reality of Season 4 is so within my reach, I feel like I can touch the moon. I have a month of waiting left. Waiting SUCKS.

Urgent.

Lonely.

Eaten up.

An ad won't do bad right now. But that would be too pathetic.

What hurts the most is that

You don't even know me.

(New style. Don't feel like posting long)