Sep 28, 2013
Getting stuck with my person of interest. It would definitely have made a great memory, had I only been able to think of the right words to say, and the right moves to make.
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Getting stuck with my person of interest. It would definitely have made a great memory, had I only been able to think of the right words to say, and the right moves to make.
The Headless Pulp
Last Saturday, I dropped by National Bookstore to check out the "All-Eraserheads" issue of Myx magazine. While browsing through the other magazines at the rack, I noticed something wasn't right. The showbiz tsismis magazines had it. The lifestyle magazines had it. Even the major newspapers had it, with one of them even featuring a nice,large, front-page photo of the event. Of course, I'm talking about the now legendary August 30 reunion gig of the Eraserheads. I find it hard to believe, and more than a bit disappointing that TV shows and journalists that didn't usually give a rat's ass about rock 'n roll were at the frontlines of this big concert, while the suppossed bastion of pinoy bato had nothing else to do but try to look at its own ass.
Last week, everyone was praying for rain. Today, I am praying for the rain to stop, at least while I'm on the road to and from work. The best thing that could happen, though, is for us to get struck by an honest-to-goodness typhoon. That for sure would mean no drought, and more importantly, no work. An extra day for me to bum around.
Sweet.
One of the most heavily used cliches is that knowledge is power. We hear this everything. This justifies the existence of the educational system. This is the reason why we need mass media. This is what we've all been told to believe.
This is what I refuse to believe.
Having knowledge is nothing. Control of knowledge is the real power. This is why dictators always keep a tight lid on the media. This is why parents whant their children to listen only to them. This is why all of the gods and the people who claim to speak for them deand our absolute attention only to their version of salvation. We all want to be sure that people only know what we want them to know, thus ensuring their complete devotion and dependency on us.
Facial Feng Shui is the product of an unholy alliance of Feng Shui experts and cosmetic surgeons. After all, if you've been told that your face reflect negatively on your personality, not to mention your luck, what would be the solution? Plastic surgery. The end result, more prosperity and good luck - for your doctor and your Feng Shui master.
Today is February the 14th, Valentine's day. It is the day of lovers, and I'm all alone.
Yet again.
And yet again, I almost don't give a damn. After all, it's got more than a few perks - all my money's mine, all my time is mine, everything is mine. Besides, Valentine's day is just another capitalist trap for my hard-earned bucks.
Of course, being alone also means having no one to care for. Being alone means not being able to say, nor hear, those 3 famous words.
But hey, it's all good. It's always been.
New Year, New Job
Today is my last day of being a bum. Tomorrow, I head back to work again. Three months and 10 days after quitting my old (and first) job, I'm gonna be off to a new one. This time I'll be a programmer. This time I'm not expecting, nor hoping, to learn how to love my job. I'm only hoping that I'll be able to tolerate staying there for the long haul. Of course, the whole thing would be made easier if I get a bigger paycheck.
Left of Right
I am left-handed. Since birth. And I'm unashamed of it. And so are all of the other lefties that I've met throughout my twenty-one years of existence in this planet.
It is still a great mystery to me why people always say that It's a cruel world for us left-handed folks. Everytime someone notices that I do things with the "wrong" side of my body, that someone is always ready with a comment on how difficult things are for us. And just as always, that someone is right-handed. Never have I heard a fellow lefty gripe about our "difficulties". Never have I seen a lefty kick himself for belonging to 17 percent of the world's population.
To my right-handed brethren, I say, relax. We don't need your sympathy. We don't need your condolences. And we definitely don't need your mockery nor condemnation. We lefties have our own way of doing things. It's neither than better nor worse than yours, but we'd rather stick to it. Besides, we also possess the amazing ability called adaptation. We'll survive, and we'll continue to thrive. So again I say, relax. We'll always be here.
At the left of the middle.