Your sexiness; I can't let it go

Oh. And when you thought she couldn't get any better. This performance rocks my jocks! Oh my god, and the bit where she sing out 'i'm out of control' and falls to the ground as she gyrates is simple stunning, and the final pose, and the band. Uh, she's so in control it's....I don't even know what to say. I'm awe-struck. I'm sure everyone will be having glimpses of Beyonce over and over. Deja Vu.

Look back on my life

Sometimes in life, you look around and analyse how you're going, a self-assessment. It's been a pretty disastrous few weeks of late, with most of my life feeling like a big 'F'.

One thing I am so happy about is the support I've received from friends, some more than others, and much of the support comes in different forms.

Chalks. I have to write this as you sit near me. You're an amazing guy, and something deep down tells me that you don't think that of yourself. Flicking through my 21st birthday cards, you wished that people would write similar compliments that they wrote in mine.

You make everything easy for me. People who know me well would know that at this point, after what I've been through, I'd be running around like a headless chook, crying into my hands on the banks of the Yarra and wondering why life is how it is; staring at artwork to try and decipher if there is a deeper insight into life and love.

The past few weeks, and our crazy nights out have made me forget about the pain. Hold on the memory, leave the pain. You're generous and caring, always putting yourself first. It's so easy to feel comfortable with you, and getting to know you has made me treasure the kind of friendships that I seemed to dodge, especially over the past year. Sometimes friendships don't last forever, that's the truth, but I know that if in the future we don't stay as close as we are, I will have great memories to look back on.

The laughter, the fun, the drinking, the cooking. Good times. Lighting each other up. Good times. Just remember that you impact everyone so positively. Your goofish laugh and vibrant personality is so charming, I'm lucky to call you a friend.


OnAirwithBlackPunk : Nelly Furtado - What I Wanted

Those three words; Are said too much; They're not enough

Set The Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

- performed by Martha Wainwright & Snow Patrol


It's been a hard day. It will be a long night. And tomorrow.... will just be tomorrow. Then yesterday. As today will be the past.

Say something... Say it! Say it! Say it! Say it!

Sitting in Chalks' loungeroom, trying to relax after quite a tiring and somewhat hectic weekend. So many places to be, so many people to ditch and so many songs I want to dance to.

It started Thursday. Work sucked. A manager's meeting which felt like everyone was screaming and no one was listening. It didn't surprise me, but there were many issues which frustrated the hell out of me. Chris said mentioned today that I don't stand up enough, that I have valid points, but no balls to bring them up. He's correct to an extent. My youth is what plays against me when I'm in need to be defiant and stand up for my views at work. Anyway, after having to put up with the annoying 'Sale' customers, and relatioship issues which provoked a breakdown, I left work feeling like crap. All I wanted to do was crawl up and die.

Earlier on in the week, Chalks had invited me over to his place for a dinner party with Freddy and Simon. After a little apprehension (whether of not to spend a night alone), I decided to go and have fun. After finishing work, I wasn't really in the mood, but I knew a few hours with the boys would do me some good. I hoped, anyway.

We ended up having a great dinner, no matter what Chalks thinks. We sat and drank, compared Mariah war-stories, and made plans for Friday night.

Oh my god. I don't remember that much else. I wasn't drunk. I've just had a lot of things going on this weekend. We had a great time, and that's all you need to know. I'll summarise.

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OnAirwithBlackPunk : Mariah Carey - Say Something (David Morales Club Mix)

Formidable Reasoning

I’ll make it through the rainy days
I’ll be the one who stands here longer than the rest

I've always been a strong person. Emotions were cut out of my family circle quite early on, when fighting was done more with the look on your face, or the mood in the room that you could cut with a knife. Words weren't exchanged, and fights were never expressions of anger. I always knew that I could take the words, that pain was just relative, and nothing would really make you stop from seeing another day.

When my landscape changes, rearranges
I’ll be stronger than I’ve ever been

Adaptation was something I learnt later in life. When the whole private school thing was done, and university wasn't the greatest path for me, and I came out to my family, I realised that everything can be flipped upside down, and security is your own insecurity... that being settled just makes you weaker. It was until everything changed and that I was faced with decisions to really shape the person I've become today. I thought I had made mature decisions... Strength was a quality, not a measure.

No more stillness, more sunlight,
Everything’s gonna be alright

It's hard to know that everything will be okay. Even verbal reassurance is tough to recognise as a formidable reasoning. When you take steps, usually you can see where you're going, unless you're in dense fog, and in that dense fog, it becomes a waiting game. A scary waiting game, where you don't know when you can escape, or what is heading for you. But as Paulina said, just know, everything will be alright.

I’m all alone and finally
I’m getting stronger
You’ll come to see
Just what I can be
I’m getting stronger

Nothing can overcome human spirit. Hard times define who we are. And if you can be screwed to get up another day, you've overcome the hard times. That deserves a toast.

Words hurt, but I know I've done the right thing. Words I can endure, the infliction can be overcome. Did he mean it? Is it really all my fault? I don't think so, but at the same time, I wonder whether it is my fault, and that justifying the circumstance with my inane logic is a cop out. But I know, within myself, that I'd never do something to hurt him.

Why can't he see that.


OnairwithBlackPunk : Sugababes - Stronger

Take it back

i can't believe i'm hearing this.
don't do this to me.

everything churns, my stomach is knotted.
i thought what we had was different
i thought if we ever walked away
it'd be different

i've never felt this angry in my life.
i'm trying to give you everything i can
and all you do is tear the blank cheque.

i can't believe i feel this way
just give it back
fuck me off and
take it back

it's not easy for me either. and no one cares. fuck this hurts.

Anything you say I'll do

Janet's new single has finally been played in the US. It's reached over 8 million people already via radio spins...which I am led to believe is a good thing... The track is 'Call On Me' which features Nelly, a fact that I was indeed hesitant about, especially after his track with Mariah on her 'Emancipation' was (in my opinion) one of the weaker up-tempo tracks. His 'Grillz' track, or whatever the hell it is, freaks me out as well.

After Mariah's success due to Jermaine Dupri's musical production, it doesn't surprise me that much of 'Call On Me' replicates many of the 'We Belong Together'/'Don't Forget About Us' production traits. Considering Janet is dating Jermaine, really, you'd have to expect the collaboration would be a given.

The chilling harmony on the introduction, the coo-ing, the break of beat after the first line, the fast-paced finger-snaps before the hook, are key elements that you'll notice have been replicated many a time in Dupri's production. If you listen to his more recent releases, comparing Mariah's 'We Belong Together', LL Cool J's 'Control Myself' and Janet's 'Call On Me', you'll immediately see the similarities.

Anyways, crediting the song on it's own merit's... It's very r'n'b today. Smooth, with a funky beat, Janet's vocals are complimented surprisingly well by Nelly, when more than often his voice is very intrusive and over-baring. His vocals in this are similar to those in his duet with Kelly Rowland, 'Dilemma'.

The song notes credit Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis (Janet's long time collaborators - ever since 'Control') which suprised me when hearing the song, as it doesn't really resonate with their past work at all, unlike Jermaine.

It will be interesting to see how this single goes, with many other artists releasing up-tempo tracks for the American summer. It could come as a welcome change for many in America, with an overload of superstar pop right now (Beyonce, Christina, Nelly Furtado, J.Lo/LL Cool J, Rihanna).

Ouch. I've just realised that Janet and Beyonce are going up against each other with their release dates of their next albums, both being in the same week. As I was researching that fact, I also pulled up news that Jermaine is going to have a Janet/Mariah collaboration ready either for either the initial '20 Years Old' or the re-packaging of the album. Oh my god. I can die now.


OnAirwithBlackPunk : Janet & Nelly - Call On Me

Nor crying, nor pain

The ghostliness of quiet conveys
the dimming of the suns rays
On the back of the beat i see
the shadow that was formerly she

Dark, dingey, the floor light grows
Outside the streets are lit, seeing only black crows
They sit and stare, a judgemental tone
A reflection is needed to get her back home

Home to be apparent, how to be fine
She waits for love and she knows that's no sign
Further and further there's confusion in her skin
Her mind, her body, no state that she's in

- Christopher


I want to go to Japan. I want to watch Madonna and Mariah. What to do? If any of you ever feel down. Just play 'Holiday'. Trust me.

Just one day out of life / It would be so nice.

I'm so depressed. Went to 161 last night with Imma and Charlie. Tried so very hard to dance the pain away. The thumping dirty house music helped, but failed to console. Nothing seems to be right at the moment, and the more I analyse my life, I realise more and more, how much I don't want to be me, and how much I never imagined myself to be the person, in the mindframe, in the mentality that I am in now.

The last three weeks have taken such a toll on me mentally and physically that I have no recollection or fathom as to how I was able to make sensible decisions in the past. Now, all I can do is try and make sure my path does not intersect with another which gives me an opportunity to be self-destructive. Don't tell me it's what I need to do. It's not. Self-destruction is not a phase. It's an attitude.

I'm withdrawing from the world for awhile. Forgive me.

I wish I could just fall into the arms of friends. I want to cry and just fucking cry. I haven't had a chance to absorb the shock. I fucking just want to cry. When I'm on my own, I think about nothing, I look at anything, I sleep in the cold. When I'm with someone it's just too hard to give it all up. I want to cry, but I just can't. And it's killing me.

Tell me I made the right choice. Tell me it'll be alright. Tell me I'll be stronger.

Because I right now, I feel like absolute shit.


OnAirwithBlackPunk : Madonna - Holiday (Live @ The Re-Invention Tour)

The Beast Within

I saw a new heaven
And a new earth
And I heard a great voice from the throne saying

Behold the dwelling of God is with men
He will dwell with them
And they shall be his people
And God himself will be with them
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes
And death shall be no more
Neither shall there be mourning
Nor crying, nor pain anymore
For these things will have passed away

To the thirsty I will give water without price
From the fountain of the water of life
He who conquers shall have this heritage
And I will be his God and he shall be my son
But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the polluted
As for the murderers, fornicators, sorcerers, idolators
And all liars
Their lot shall be in the lake
That burns with fire and brimstone

Do not seal up the words of the prophecy
For the time is near
Let the evildoers still do evil
And the filthy still be filthy
And the righteous still do right
And the holy still be holy
Behold

I am coming soon

Out of Control

How great is music becoming once again? Oh, it's the time, I swear... Back to the good old days where Christina was 'Stripped', Justin was 'Justified', Beyonce was 'Dangerously In Love', Janet was 'All For Me' and Mariah was breaking down. Good times.

These days, Britney's pregnant and not making music (a true blessing to the musical community), Christina's still stripped but with a classy hair-do, Janet lost her weight, Mariah lost her weight, Beyonce is seriously having a case of Deja Vu and Justin is still a tool. But more things are happening in the music world with collaborations coming out of every boombox. Janet's new single, which drops Monday, features Nelly for 'Call On Me'. The video is going to be shot over 10 days (what the?) and is going to be directed by Hype Williams. Hot. LL Cool J's new Jermaine Dupri-produced track, 'Control Myself' features a hot Jennifer Lopez (screw the J.Lo). Timbaland is still producing great beats, this time for Nelly Furtado... Yes, the bird like girl has turned off the lights on her folk/pop style and retreated to skanky R'n'B. Hot stuff indeed. Beyonce has changed things up by working with Jay-Z (please, Beyonce, try someone else) on the pretty chilled out, yet still funky track 'Deja Vu'.


Anyway, anything to get my mind off everything else. Even organising my finances to know where everything is going is doing my head in. Ergh, moving home. Ergh, sale time. Ergh, special orders. Ergh, life.

Kinda sick of going out all the time. But enjoying it all the same. Full of contradictions right now.


OnAirwithBlackPunk : Beyonce Featuring Jay-Z - Deja Vu

Breathe Easy

I had so much to write.

Had dinner with Daniel and Chalks last night. It's so different to a night out with the work crew or other friends. Most of my friends are pretty overly out-going and loud, much like a group of Big Brother Housemates. Everyone wants the spotlight. It was good to just chill for once, not have to worry about anything. We went to Cafe Sienna, after siphering through an entertainment book Chalks had bought and wanted to make the most of his vouchers. Reminds me of my Dad. Not that he would do that, but it's something he'd do. Figure that out when you've got a year or two. Chalks was really displaced after a night at Winterdaze. He kept swaying to the music in Sienna, and then would just stop talking mid-way through sentence. Funny boy.

We headed to Bambu, which in turn, actually was Double Happiness. And had a nice drink in the bar that fits four people and two drinks. The crowd was a bit strange, I mean, I know Double Happiness is a funky and alternative crowd, but it was coming off a little gay.... Anyway, after more vague discussion with the boys, we decided to head home. After leaving Daniel, we headed back to Oxford Street. Around the corner from home, Chalks and I started discussing family and culture, and I knew we'd be talking for awhile. We pulled up and just stopped. After two hours, we parted, after talking about friends, relationships, family, and career. It was so 'getting to know you 101'. We actually have a lot of similarities, and a lot of differences. It was cool. Good to get my head out of the clouds and really look at myself for a moment.

Meanwhile, Friday night, took turns I never saw coming, well maybe I did, and just didn't want to admit it. After hanging with my sister at Chadstone Pancake Parlour and de-toxing all the boyfriend sadness I had, I went back to Oxford Street, back to lonliness. I ended up meeting up with Chalks and going to The Peel, where after the third drink, and Rihanna's S.O.S, I decided to finally write myself off and drink the night away, in the full knowledge that I had to work the next day.

After more swigged drinks, a boogie to Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty' (the skank-trance version) and TV Rock's 'Flaunt It', we made our way out to hang with Chalks' 'Asian Posse'. It was weird for me to be in that position. I was doing something I'd never done, and while I missed what I had in the past, I was carefree. Cut to 5:30am, and I'm on the beanbag at Quan's place, with a glass of Champagne...drifting to sleep.

' this could be messy
but you don't seem to mind '

Come 8, and I have to go to work. Hateful. I was actually really chirpy and fine. I think I needed that release after such a turbulent week. Weakness is so transparent.

I called in a favour from Paulina to work for a few hours, after knowing that the other store would take my staff. She turned up, and looked absolutely stunning. I missed her so much it hurt. I went to hug her outside the shop and it seemed like we were long lost siblings, separated when Imelda Marcos divided the country into two, one side for heels and one side for flats. Yelping and crying, I really did miss her.

Saturday night, I had dinner with Marky Mark, and having not caught up with him since his trip to America, we had heaps to talk about. After dinner at Coconut Palms on Smith, we went back home for a glass of red and cheezels. It was probably the first time I'd fleshed out the issue, my troubles and my sorrows. It felt good.

Maybe now I'm no longer running from the pain. I know I have been, but now I don't see the point. Wherever I am, there I'll be, so why run.

Okay, I did write a lot.

BlackPunk : Beyonce - Me, Myself & I [Taken from BlackPunk's 'It's All I Got In The End' i-Pod Playlist]

We dont have to learn everything twice

I've been walking home lately. My metcard is valid. I leave work, usually late. Nothing else to do. I see the 86 go by, and don't even think to run for the next stop. I walk slower too. It's all a bit too mundane. Ergh. I hate being scattered. That's my new word, 'scattered'. Pretty much sums up my life right now.

It was good to walk. Melbourne winter is eery. At the moment, eery is comforting, makes me feel a bit more sane.

It's funny, I'm usually quite a fast walker, many can't keep up. Now, I realise that when I take my time, I'm just like everyone else. No one overtakes me, I don't overtake anyone. Kinda depressing really.

Have a safe trip mister. Come back safe soon. Thanks for letting me blah.

Anyway. Here's some pictures from Craig's 30th Birthday. No, there were no drugs. It's just the work crew when we get together. I apologise in advance.






OnAirwithBlackPunk : Evermore - Running

Don't you know you better

If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by.
Make believe that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve in private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride is all that I have left
So let me hide the tears and the sadness you gave me when you said goodbye
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride is all that I have left
So let me hide the tears and the sadness you gave me when you said goodbye
Walk on by
Don't you know you better walk on by
Walk....

- Cyndi Lauper - Walk On By

I guess I'll see you next lifetime.

Do you feel that?

I'm finding it hard to breathe.

Tears are welling up and Pink is killing me.

My tongue is rough, my throat pierces my heart with every breath.

It's easy to play the song over and over. Make the hurt twist inside me.

Music isn't a comfort for me anymore. Unless it's thumping dirty house. Takes my mind away, takes the pain away.

Everyone asks how I am, and I tell them I'm fine. Then the music stops.

My i-Pod is satanic. The opening bars of U2's "Where The Streets Have No Name" make me cry. Why is music my enemy when I need it the most? Why can't the songs end happily?

I sit alone. No where to go. Nothing I want to do. My blog is my therapist. The therapist who doesn't say anything, just stares back at me, showing me who I am, and what I'm not.

I always listenened to sad songs and thought "If I were in that position, I could relate to those songs..." You really can't. No one knows the pain you feel. No one thinks exactly the way you do. Bono doesn't know shit. Pink would never feel this knife. Mariah would never shed the tears. Pop is just that. Something that explodes after the expiry date. My music is now. If not forever, but it is for now. And now it hurts.


OnAirwithBlackPunk : Janet Jackson Featuring Q-Tip - Got 'Til It's Gone

You can just fly away

When you’re feeling down
When you need to get away
You can just fly away

When you’re feeling low
When you feel you need to get away
You can just fly away

You feel the world has gone insane
If you feel the same
You can just fly away
You can just fly away

Jean Claude Ades - Fly Away


Possibly, one of the most beautiful dirty house songs, definitely the best on the new Ministry Of Sound album…

So Sydney was a whirlwind which caught me up in the air for over a week, and just now, has delivered me back to reality and pure existence. A tumultuous time it was, but in hindsight an amazing time. I know there were too many poor consequences, but a good time nonetheless. Without getting too “Remembering your spirit with Oprah Winfrey”, I learned so many lessons in Sydney, including really looking after myself, and knowing those who love me. I also learnt to let go and have fun, to get over sitting in the corner for the sake of it, and just being me.

Jessica’s 21st Birthday Party was stunning, as was the birthday girl. Seeing her friends and realizing what a great bunch of people surrounded her and how far she would go was truly remarkable. Chad and I were obviously the ‘token gays’ but we didn’t mind (we looked hot). The hilarious banter between us and Jessica’s best girlfriends had us sometimes on the floor in stitches...







“Yo ass is fat, mmkay, you ain’t black, girl, nigga please!”

“What is up wit yo hair muthafucka?”

It was good. You had to be there. The highlight for Chad and I was definitely when one of Jessica’s girlfriends requested Geri Halliwell’s “It’s Raining Men” – because apparently Chad and I (the only two really dancing the entire night…) weren’t dancing enough. At first we protested.

“I ain’t gonna dance to that gay song”

“This is the gayest song…. I have ever heard… in my entire life…”

Uncontrollably, by the time the first chorus came around, we went nuts. Screw that, if they want ‘the gays’ to dance, we’ll dance. We ended up dancing all over Scott, Jessica’s boyfriend. Speaking of which, it turned out Scott was jealous…of me. Ludicrous right? Umm, does he know I’m gay?

“He thinks, like, if, like, one day you turn, like, you’ll totally steal her away from, like, him.”

So “The O.C” it wasn’t funny. So I ended up throwing in a bit in my speech about how great it was to see her as happy as she has been with Scott. Tear. I still meant it though, don’t worry. I’m still not sure whether he gets annoyed when Jessica spends time with me, but please, he gets her all the time, I’m only ever there a few times a year.



I was really happy with my speech, and being as late in the proceedings as it was, and after having as much wine as I had, it came rather easy to me. I had the perfect grace and delivery, managing to score a few laughs, a few ‘awww’s’ and a lot of smiles.

The gifts all seemed to come together very well also, the CD compilation “Jessica Banzon’s ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ 21st Birthday Compilation” contained our favorite songs from our time, with a few of the songs she used over her slide-show presentation thrown in for good measure. The chartreuse silk dress from Arthur Galan AG Womenswear was beautiful and the size (which I stressed over for at least a week) was perfect for her perfect body. The dress was wrapped in a white box, and the CD was wrapped the same, both tied with green ribbon (with metal wiring - which is really important for last minute adjustments - available from David Jones – thanks Judson).



At the party, I heard Jennifer Lopez’s new song, which is actually LL Cool J’s new song with Jennifer Lopez… It’s really hot! The introduction where she speaks,

“Il senore… L, L, Cool, J”



It’s so Latino-fresh-off-the-boat-Rosario-from-Will-&-Grace-J.Lo-from-the-bronx-hot. Moving on. So we left the beautiful sweeping view of Harbourside and the party venue of The Novotel, and headed back to where we were staying, The Radisson Plaza. The hotel was lovely, and we we’re doing the whole “Hotel Babylon” strut. Good times. Within 20 minutes we were changed and on our way to Oxford Street. I love Jessica dearly, but a whole night of straight action, pun intended, would be too much for me. We headed to a hot new swinging (not literal – oh, maybe) club called “Slide”. A mixture of the Love Machine in Melbourne and a good version of the Kitten Club, we found the new digs quite appealing. A good mashed group, laid back vibe (which is hard to find in Sydney), classy, with a light up dance floor. Heaven. Katie Underwood’s new track “Be Together” came on, and it was amazing. Chad and I were tearing up the dancefloor (not in the *NSync kind of way, more like Rihanna style). Mary J. Blige’s “Be Without You” appeared in the mix out of nowhere, and I wasn’t able to realize the remix until half way through, by which time I was distraught because I’d wasted half of the song dancing like a man out of Will Smith’s “Hitch”…. Before he met Hitch. Chris was right though, it’s a breathtaking version.



We moved onto the Shift (downstairs, tragic yes, but great, I know) where the main tunes were Rihanna’s “S.O.S.” and LL Cool J & J.Lo “Control Myself”. If you’re ever in desperate need to dance to top 40 pop, head to the shift. It’s the best, the music is always changing but strangely….never does. You can always rely on a trashy rendition of Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Since U Been Gone’ with all the fresh-of-the-boat Thai boys screaming lyrics they really don’t seem to actually know (“Since u been gone…ah ca breev for fist aim…” – say what?), or The Pussycat Dolls ‘Don’t Cha’ which is an unofficial/official license for a gay man to truly dance like a complete whore/temptress and get away with it. Good times.

Next stop was Arq, and while I’ve always been hesitant about Arq and the subculture it attracts, the fanaticism, the hysteria, the patronage, I always knew it was something I needed to experience, even if only to tell my grandchildren. Haha. Upon entering, it reminded me of The Market combined with the Exchange on Commercial Road, semi-full, dingy and wooden floorboards (I thought it was, but I can’t be certain). We headed upstairs, which is known for its more house-style music (which actually turned into trancy, head-fucking music at about 4am) where we boogied to Mary J. once again, and some other great, but nameless house tunes that are synonymous with gay clubbing, or trashy clubbing in general.

Everything else is a blur. Dancing and laser lighting. Talking. The Sydney-sider ability to sense any Filipino descendent within a thirty meter radius. Stair wells. More talking. Podium hierarchy (which Chad and I managed to climb quite well, even to the seeming disgust of a few Arq regulars). Taxi etiquette. Morning hotel staff. Will & Grace re-runs. Endless talking. Good times.


The start of the night. The end of the morning.

OnAirwithBlackPunk : Rihanna – S.O.S.

And On And On

Brent and I just saw X-Men 3. Awesome. But who the hell is Moira? I hate that, when they leave the twist until the end, and you can’t remember what the twist means. Please don’t tell me I have to go watch it again…

It was a pleasing installment however, with a great ability to represent and show each mutants power, especially the telekinetic power of The Phoenix/Jean Grey, and Magneto. I love that girl/boy, the one where he/she can make sonic energy from clapping his/her hands. Yeah, he/she was androgynous to say the least. It was a pity the wings guy (Archangel?) wasn’t more involved than he was, considering he was next to Wolverine in the promotional poster… I loved the bitch fight between Storm and that other chick (new mutants never have actual identities – it kills me), and after Storm killed her, I was like “Yeah! Take that bitch, that’s the shit Storm’s about!” Help.

Oh sorry, if you haven’t seen the movie, I guess you shouldn’t read this, because it kind of spoils a few things. Anyway.

I guess I’ll see you next lifetime.

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