hooked on GD

the guy's getting really addictive. he's practically
creating a different genre, all on his own. the
whole plagiarism hoax was brilliant, never for one
minute did i buy that someone as talented as jiyongshie
would plagiarize... but it sure upped the buzz.
this video is the fierce! ALL HAIL G-DRAGON...



GD, GD, baby baby baby... hwaiting oppa! :P

i refuse to tweet

i've always been the exhibitionist sort. (stop
the mental images, i do not mean THAT) i mean,
i've always been the sort who craved attention
and basked in it, and is always hard-pressed
to shy away from any avenue that would provide it.
so when social networking became a thing, i was
in friendster every time i found myself in
front of a pc.

then blogging sites became popular so i
was into that too and then multiply, and
wordpress and livejournal... kahit myspace,
di ko pinatawad. (obviously, i have no accurate
sense of chronology of all this.)

and now, i have a FACEBOOK account as well.

i know, who doesn't?

but when twitter, and now plurk came around,
i took a double-take and went, 'woah, when
does it end?!' my head is just reeling from
all this at this point.

i mean, wasn't the point of social networking to
keep track of people? cause, i can't really keep
track of anyone anymore given the pseudonyms and
the multiple accounts and the plethora of virtual
communities i feel compelled to be part of, lest
i be shut out in the cold.

my virtual "friends" mostly aren't even my actual
friends.

so why approve/confirm their requests in the first
place? i'm sure you know the answer to that. this
superficial bond of anonymous strangers who pretend
to be this and that on the web and feign digital
affection who's real first names they're not even
sure of is the sort of relationships these sites breed.

so...

facebook is it for me. and if we're not REALLY friends,
here's one definite click on the reject button (or
whatever the hell it's called).

i'm sure you won't mind. you probably won't even notice.



and look! happyslip agrees with me XP

GMA's golden rule

deflect, deflect, deflect.



and if that doesn't work? subscribe to the biggest fallacies
known to mankind: two wrongs doesn't make a right.

that's what her legion of moronic press officers (including her
lawyer) is trying to shove up our throats now: why are we getting
all the flack on this when everyone is doing it???

why the hell indeed. uh. i don't know, cause your boss is the
FRIGGIN'PRESIDENT OF THIS COUNTRY???

although, i must say her lawyer has a point, why ARE media outlets
allowing all this puke-inducing premature campaign ads? well,
obviously, for profit but still... does kind of drag them down from
their moral high ground.

freak. the deflect thing is even working on me! (GAH o.O).
those band of morons know their shit.

next president please...

pucha naman. as if dumping that load of bull that was the SONA
and expecting us to eat it wasn't enough, she goes and does the
ultimate social crime: pig out in some high-class joint while
the rest of the country (which she happens to be the president of)
gnashes their teeth in hunger.
of course the media is justified to sensationalize the crap out of
gloria's P1M dinner. malamang!
sumusobra na sya... sarap mag-mura, kakapanood ko sa mga kagaguhan
nya sa balita parang minsan, sarap na ring mag-migrate but siguro,
may matinong presidente ding dadating.
tsk.tsk.tsk...
for Cory's sake, sana tumino na sya.

here's my yellow ribbon...

It was unintentional that on the day President Cory Aquino passed
away I should find myself defending democracy on the finals night
of VMDC, clad in the exact shade of yellow that Cory was popular
for. But I am thankful nonetheless, to find myself in that position
and to have gone that far. My debaters joke maybe she had a hand
at it, albeit extremely far-fetched, I think the greater value is
in that to some extent, we gave her honor, especially for the gift
of giving us strength to fight for democracy.

May we never forget the lessons of EDSA...
May we never forget why Ninoy had to die...
And may we have the courage to stand up and lead when we are called to,
just like Cory Aquino.

To the bravest president we ever had, thank you and God speed.

why i hate being an adult...

i can't step on puddles anymore.

they used to be the most fun thing in the world. i remember stepping
on EVERY puddle with glee when i go home from school after the rain.
now, when i happen to even semi-step on an itsy-bitsy one,
i freak out.

i have a filtering mechanism

like, i go crazy thinking about what to say, how to say it, how much
to say, who to say what to... argh! although i still end up saying
stupid stuff to the wrong people or saying wrong stuff to stupid people
or even talking to people i would don't actually want to talk to (a.k.a.
small talk), i miss being a kid and having the license to say every darn
thing i want.

i know about ULTERIOR motives

and i am to suspect people of having them.

i have to pretend to be nice

i am NOT a nice person. but i am not a bad person either. so i would
very much like to reserve the right to be nice when i want to and be
mean when i want to or not be nice simply because i am expected to,
dammit. but i have long surrendered that right and have this default
smile instead lest i be accused to not having PROPER manners.

i can't be too much of an idealist

i keep being told to "be realistic", "be practical", "look at the
world from a pragmatic sense of view", "get your head out of the
clouds"... and i am up to my neck with this shit. i vowed a long
time ago that i ain't taking my head out of the clouds to please
nobody and yet, just a couple of days ago i heard my self telling
my sister to "be practical..." i cringed. but it's too late.
apparently, i've got my feet planted firmly on the ground now.

i can't believe in cinderella anymore

because princes on white horses don't exist. true love is a load of
bull and people who believe in love at first sight and that they do,
in fact, lead to happily-ever-afters are delusional... i think most
of the me now has surrendered to this but there's still that part of
me who wants her chance at that ball with glass slippers on, wistfully
looking out the window for the fairy godmother to make it all come true.

i have no use for band-aids

adults have wounds in places where band-aids are completely useless,
see. i'd give anything to have the the kind of troubles that a trusty
band-aid can solve.

but mostly, i hate looking around and mostly, only seeing the bad instead of
the good. i don't know when i started to stopped being a kid,
but i wished i had paid more attention.

but then again, maybe i still have that bit of the kid in me. that
part who still believes that shooting stars grant wishes and that
rainbows are real and not some trick of the light.

maybe if i listened to the kid more often and not let the adults of
the world distract me too much... i just might start seeing more of
the good and the sight of a puddle would be reason enough make my day.

for Jello, on his Birthday

I remember having him as an inspiration for the
first feature i wrote in weekly back in freshman
year (which feels like a million years ago already
-*sob*). i think i used a sucky "life raft" analogy
wherein i likened him to a buoy amidst troubled
waters (ack!). but regardless of my juvenile writing,
even then, i knew he was for keeps.

I can't believe it's been seven years.... Man, it's
been one hell of a ride. Can't imagine not having
met Jello. How dull life would have been. How misguided
those college years would have been. How completely
vapid and uneventful these last seven years would have been..

Now, on his birthday, I've got a lot to be thankful to the
big guy above for. I know this is gonna sound like rip-off
lines from a Hallmark card, but what the heck, I AM grateful.
For the one-of-kind friendship. For validating the existence
of soulmates. For much needed doses of tough love. For
the soul-sharing moments. I don't think i'll be able to
enumerate the ways you have irrevocably changed (for the
better, it's safe to assume - hehe) and shaped me as a
person..

Love you mam!!!