While everyone is harking the fact that Facebook is gazillion of ways better than Friendster, all I can just give them is a rolling of eyeballs. Yes, I know.. But what diff would it make updating two social networking sites? I mean my Friendster page has been existing since 2003 and I am not putting another profile somewhere. Like people… quarterlife is almost over and the last thing you should be doing is to squander every online inanity.

Maybe that’s too temptingly good for attention and cam whores to ignore but if you badly want to get your 15 seconds of fame over the Internet, why don’t you just lip-synch a Britney Spears song and upload it over Youtube? That way, producers from Oprah Show might just notice you and invite you over to guest in their episode for “The World’s Corniest People”.

I am not bashing anyone in particular but if you think you’re affected, then maybe it’s you. So, no… I do not have a Facebook page and I don’t intend to make one. My Friendster page is boring, I don’t update my pictures and this blog needs a facelift. Who cares? We’re all not getting paid for this and admit it… Everything here is just merely mindless self-indulgence.

With that, I am leaving you with a quote from Albert Einstein: “To understand the world one must not be worrying about one’s self.”

Apart from my pretending-to-be busy sked as a writer, I get lazy posting in Friendster blogs before because it loads slower than a three-toed sloth. Now that it seems things are getting better, I wish I could post some more here, although a fact is screaming at me that whatever I type here doesn’t pay me anything. Like, it’s my job to write and I cannot take it up as my leisure activity too. Oh, me and my crappy excuses!

Anyway, just watched Mamma Mia and it was a blast. The last musical I saw was Sweeney Todd, which was verging on boringly ho-hum than interesting. I think the jewel that shines in Mamma Mia is the uber-familiarity of ABBA songs. And the script was inventive enough to snugly fit an ABBA song to a particular scene in the movie. Oh well. I’d better brace myself for more ABBA songs in 2010. As if you didn’t know, it will be elections in our crazy islands and candidates will have a grand time murdering the lyrics of Dancing Queen and Chiquitita for their campaign jingle. However, the most outrageous campaign jingle I have heard was in Roxas, Oriental Mindoro years back.  It wasn’t an ABBA song anyway, but it made me nearly tumble down to laugh. It was to the tune of Dolly Parton and Kenny Roger’s Islands in the Stream:

Kaya iboto niyo si ______, ah ah!

Sya’y mapagkakatiwalaan, ah ah!

The candidate might have probably won because I can’t manage to forget the weird song choice up to now.

I don’t know if some people are actually reading what I put here. I am not really the type of guy who’ll bother my whole list in Friendster (composed of friends, pseudo-friends and I-didn’t-remember adding-you people) that I have a new crappy blog post by sending each and everyone that email that’s bound to hit the trash.

In case you want to know, I am procrastinating again this week because I decided to take a short hiatus from all my writing about parenting, real estate and cash advance loans. You may google those keywords and just maybe you could hit some of the articles I’ve toiled for the past few weeks. Like now, I know what it feels like to have a brain reduced to the size of a raisin. It’s like when you’re churning out the same old “mortgage loan” topic to make ten different articles, you probably would feel dried up of your juices. Creative juices, that is. It is actually kind of funny at first when I tried to inhabit other people so that my articles won’t sound too similar from each other.

For instance, the parenting blog I was tasked to write in. I had to take the point of view of a mother. She’s giving tips to her readers how to start hobbies for their kids like origami or what to do when you take your kids to the park for a picnic or things a mother should do if she decides to take them to a swimming pool…things like that. If I had to write those articles using my point of view, I would have suggested to teach their kids how to kill live chickens for lunch or maybe dissecting frogs as a great pastime during weekends. I actually told my boss that it took a lot of effort dignifying and sanitizing my writing “voice” to fit in that goody-two shoes blog.

As if I had a choice. These topics are the ones driving those precious clicks in websites. Many readers online want to read simple stupid things like “how to have sex” or “how to tie your shoes”. I cannot actually imagine how blunt these people can be and later on one would even want to search in google about “how to get a life” too.

Oh well… That’s work and I have to take it all in. I can pretend to be stupid because this pays the bills. Maybe I should start reading “how to get a life” soon.

“One must never lose time in vainly
regretting the past or in complaining against the changes which cause
us discomfort, for change is the essence of life.”
– Anatole France
I terribly miss filling nonsense here in this blog. For months, numerous changes had occured.  For one, I am now back here in my hometown (city?). I, being already attuned to living alone in QC, had to gingerly adjust to some circumstances that were a given if you chose to go live again in your parent’s house. No.. I am not about to complain. But some things indeed are discomforting.

It’s just me actually. The asshole that I am is once again magnified as I seem to antagonize everyone here. Like… “Arrrghh! Where’s my breakfast?”,  “Whaaat?! You’re waking me up because you don’t have 200 bucks for the massage?” I am not about to delve into details to cannibalize the lives of other people I terrorize each day here. Am I twisted that I actually enjoy seeing the look in their faces when I do that?

Another that is weird is when I walk to the convenience store nearby. For so many years, I haven’t trudged this same street I walked through going to and fro my school. It’s like entering a time warp when you remember things you thought you’ve already forgotten. Surprisingly, it is not the memories that disturb me. It is the “Hey, what the heck are you doing back here?” thing that nags me. And then, rationalize, rationalize… I just don’t know how long could I keep on doing that to remain mentally sound.

It might just be the “pulse of the mundane” that grips me in my current maladjustments to change. These thoughts cannot be excised from the time in which it occured. I think change
can only be grasped only in time, by a consciousness whose apprehension is
structured by the current mindset. Who am I to complain anyway? I chose to be here. Circumstances will probably change again and I could only hope it will be less discomforting.

Taurus(APR19-MAY19): You are practical and persistent. You have a
dogged determination and stick-to-it-ivness because you never do
anything right the first time. Most people think you are stubborn and
bull-headed. You are nothing but a fucking asshole.

I came upon this horoscope list while surfing. I have
surrendered to think that most of it is ironically true. As for the other
zodiac signs, I could never compose myself from laughing by thinking of people
I know who fall under it. Here’s for the rest of the zodiac signs and remember,
denial is always the worst way to confront the things that is real. Read on…

Gemini (MAY20-JUN20):  You are a quick and intelligent thinker. People
like you because you are bisexual. You are inclined to expect too much
for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard. Gemini’s are
notorius for thriving on incest.

Cancer (JUN21-JUL21): You are sympathetic and understanding to other
people’s problems, which makes you a sucker. You always keep putting
things off. This is why you will always be on welfare and won’t be
worth a shit. Everybody in prison is a Cancer.

Leo (JUL22-AUG22): You consider yourself a born leader. Everyone thinks
you are an idiot. Most Leo’s are bullies. You are vain and cannot
tolerate honest criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leo’s are
thieving mother-fuckers and enjoy masturbating more than sex.

Virgo (AUG23-SEP21): You are the logical type and hate disorder. Your
shit-picking attitude is sickening to your co-workers.You are cold and
unemotional and often fall asleep while fucking. Virgo’s make good bus
drivers and pimps.

Libra (SEP21-OCT22): You are the artistic type and have a difficult time
with with reality. If you are male, you are probably QUEER. Chances for
employment and monetary gain are nil. Most Libra women are whores. All
Libra’s die of venereal disease.

Scorpio (OCT23-NOV21): The worst of the lot!!!! You are shrewd in
business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of
success because of your total lack of ethics. You are a perfect
son-of-a-bitch. Most Scorpio’s are MURDERED.

Sagittarius (NOV22-DEC20): You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have
a reckless tendency to rely on luck since you have no talent. The
majority of Sagittarius’s are drunks. Nixon was a Sagittarius. You are
indeed a worthless piece of shit.

Capricorn (DEC21-JAN20): You are conservative and are afraid of taking
risks. You are basically a chicken-shit. There has never been a
Capricorn of any importance. You should kill yourself.

Aquarius (JAN 21-FEB19): You have an inventive mind and are inclined to
be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes
repeatably because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a fucking
jerk. You enjoy sucking cock.

Pisces (FEB20-MAR19): You have vivid imagination and often think you are
being followed by the FBI or CIA. You have a minor influence on your
friends and people resent you for flaunting what you mistake as power.
You lack confidence and are a general dipstick.

Aries (MAR20-APR18): You are a pioneer type and think most people are
dickheads. You are quick to reprimand, impatient and scornful of
advice. You do nothing but piss off everyone you come into contact
with. You are a prick!!

A thin blue sheet separates us from
the reality of our existence

As my
fingers are entwined to yours
We start to grip as one
skin to skin
blood to blood
marrow to marrow

Braving the moonlight and shadows
that prance restlessly beyond the silence
of the half-painted walls
mute witnesses
to this ongoing battle

A debacle of senses
and we begin our lessons to
breathe as one
feel as one
think as one

Beyond the degrees of separation
lie our common ground
Beyond the spaces in between
lie our constant dreams
that we might never forget this night
when you and I cease to become each other’s stranger
____________________________________________

An old piece I gathered when I was browsing files. How I miss my unbearable urge to write utter cheesiness… Haha!

Ano ang tawag sa kotse ng mga maarte?
HonDUH

Ano ang tawag kotse ng mga mas maarte?
MazDUH

Ano ang sabi ng maarte sa DOM na nanliligaw sa kanya?
Hellerrrr… You’re so matanDUH!!
________________________
Knock, Knock…
Who’s there?
Elementary…
Elementary who?
ABCDEFGHIJK Elementary…

Knock, Knock…
Who’s there?
High School..
High School who?
Bakit kaya nangangamba…
Sa twing kita’y nakikita…
High Schoolang magpakilala…

Knock, Knock…
Who’s there?
College…
College who?
Long, long distance love affair…Wo-Hooo
I can’t find you anywhere…Wo-Hooo
I COLLEGE on telephone… But You’re never home…

Why is it that some things are gone right at the moment that you need them most? My server’s down and my phone line is busted. I am counting 14 hours and I hope their guaranteed 24 hour quick repair service is not merely an ad campaign. The fact that I have to haul my sorry ass out of the house just to check emails, I will really shove to their noses the guarantee seal they are proudly wielding. Gee, I realized how useless scum I can be if I have no internet connection even just for a day. A virtual world for a virtual soul. Gone are the days when you could really hide everything else. Now, when my cellphone beeps, I get frantic. One could even google someone’s name, find anyone on friendster and anyone could be a virtual stalker by collecting nitty-gritty infos. Scary thought, huh. Scarier than losing my internet connection. But heck… I want it back badly.

3 AM and you got this 35 page paper running late. You wanted this frappucino so much and all you have is a couple of 3-in-1’s. Who wants coffee anyway? You”ll have to settle for the iced juice at 7-11 instead. You already ran out of purified water because of your reverted body clock that made you sleep through the day not calling the delivery and now you’re dead thirsty. You even wished you had this teleporting machine that connects you to 7-11. No choice but to decide to haul your sorry ass to 7-11. You get out of the gate and there are a dozen or so dogs romping around the sidewalk. These neighbors! Aren’t they supposed to lock their stupid pets inside their premises? No, you’re not afraid of dogs. You have dealt with some of these creatures before. But now, there’s an army of them. Infront of your gate. If you push on your plan, you’ll gonna have to deal with them twice, in going out and returning home with the juice. And that’s how I discovered how tap water could never taste so good. Mmm, was that last year when some guy fell off one of Maynilad’s large pipes?

The word of the day is “INSOUCIANT” (adj.) carefree:cheerful lack of anxiety or concern. That got me into thinking, how I wish I could  live the rest of my days insouciantly. Beinginsouciant has both negative and positive connotations. If you’re a public official and someone comments that you are an insouciant boor, give him a whack on the head. But if you feel that it’s true, let him do the honors of whacking you instead. One couldn’t help being insouciant these days, with the EVAT and all. I guess it’s not being carefree anymore, but it is the feeling of helpnessness about what our society is turning out to be. Doctors turning into nurses, policemen turning into caregivers, the high prices and the self-serving government officials who have the gall to put posters even at the most insignificant affairs, for the sake of name-recall (Happy Halloween! from Councilor XXXXX). It’s desperately surreal, surreally desperate and I don’t know how should I feel for most of us. I just came in the province where the bananacue still costs two pesos. The vendor spends 60 pesos to take her products to the market. That’s selling 30 bananacues to compensate for the fare alone. On lucky days, she sells about 200 bananacues. That’s 400 pesos minus 60 pesos fare . Almost  15  percent actually.  But what about her family’s meals, the children’s baon, electricity? Evidently, she’s selling just to survive living everyday. But she’s insouciant about her current condition. She has high hopes that some day one of her 5 kids would make it big. So what’s my point about all these insouciance? I guess I can’t be more insouciant about making any point at all! Too bad, you’re reading this.