Saturday, June 23, 2007

i make khristy's day!

because when you were right next to me, we were busy making fun of other people? ...that was more mo and mon and aris? oh yeah... jesus i miss those guys. and their antics. and us laughing at their antics... believe it or fucking not, i dont see aris and mon any more than you do and our phonelines share the same country code. say, could we be any better friends? sigh. hey, let's play pretend and buy packs of donutholes on the way to sleep over at mo's this weekend to finish up on brainwracking MPs for sir chua and then stay up until the ungodly hours of the morning just talking and gossiping and eating and drinking and fooling around and leaving all the schoolwork to rot. man, that'd be exciting.

i make khristy's day!

now enough of my gibberish.
it's eatin up all this too-little space they allot for comments made at three in the morning. comments by people who miss to those who are missed. very very sorely.

i make khristy's day!

mo, mon, aris, tets: ~said ill always be your friend, took an oath, ima stick it out til the end~

shit. mon's MIA in the photo. my deepest apologies.

oh, did i mention i make khristy's day?

Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future.
Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose somethin' else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

- 'Renton' boy, Trainspotting

Monday, June 18, 2007

sweetest downfall

Samson. I heard this for the first time in PBB season two (yeah, I watch that crap). They play parts of the song whenever some love(?) shit comes up. That much predictable, the show is. Who'd have thought you could actually find something simultaneously entertaining and sensible on tv? I'm talking about the song, dumbass, not the love shit. I felt I had to hear the whole song for myself, whatever it took.

I have always been impressed by Regina Spektor. This girl is something else. Take some of her songs from the album Begin To Hope: Fidelity. On The Radio. Better. The quirky lines are too ordinary it amuses me to no end how they spur meaning nothing short of brilliant. "If I kiss you where it's sore, would you feel better?" Really.

Now I'm all too familiar with Samson and Delilah's story just as everyone else is. What I didn't know was if Delilah came out repentant (or even just plain regretful) in the end..? Nevertheless, when I heard this particular part "Oh I cut his hair myself one night/ A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light/ And he told me that I'd done alright/ And kissed me 'til the mornin' light" all my insides melted somewhat. I mean, Samson couldn't play the "dakilang martir" archetype any more than that, but man, the message of that shit just surpassed the abysmal perception of cliches. Ah, love, it's definition escapes us all.

Regina Spektor
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Thursday, June 14, 2007

election epilogue

This is a response to a good friend's blog entry. I'm not waging war, no. I just hope I haven't struck anything below the belt.

Point taken.

Maitanong ko lang, nasagi na ba kahit minasan sa isipan mo ang kahihinatnan ng bansang ito kung ang lahat ng Pilipino ay magkakaroon ng mentalidad patungkol sa eleksyon na hindi nalalayo sa mga paniniwala mo? Magkaroon pa kaya tayo ng mga pampublikong paaralan? Mga ospital kaya? Murang gamot na tayo mismo ang tumatamasa tuwing mababasa ng ulan?
Siguro, oo. Madami namang mga NGO na handang tumulong at magbigay.
Siguro, oo. Pero gaano ba tayo kasigurado?

I haven't the littlest right in saying this being it your own choice and any say whatsoever from me is unsought for, but really, can being apolitical truly mean you care when you yourself declared your proud partaking in that "unregistered-what-do-we-care club"? How can a person care when they treat election -- a national move to try and straighten out the complications pulling this country to even greater depths -- as immaterial and futile? It's relieving to hear that you still aim for change, having dissed everything there is to do with the local political system. You did say "political system" and not "politicians", which leaves me to assume you haven't yet deemed every politician out there as some selfish wolf doing everything it can to burn down the Philippines. How's that for insensibility?

Siguro hindi ito kaso ng paniniwala at pagdududang politikal. Tama. Nasa kagustuhan nga ng bawat Pilipino na umunlad ang sagot. Ngunit kahit iisa ang layunin kung magkahiwalay na paraan naman ang paiiralin (especially if they are the total opposite of each other), matutupad pa kaya ang mga kagustuhang ito?

I don't believe in god but I have never stopped believing in the good in every person, politician or not. And I haven't given up hope for this country basically because we are not as hopeless as most think we are, as most say we are. You say you've lost all hope. I say have you tried some faith lately?

I love you Aris, nothing homo whatsoever. LOL. And you did a great article btw!

playlist numero quatro

It's the first time imeem, my web source of all them great nombre, has failed me. Hard as I tried, the most decent thing imeem came up with when I checked (and mind you, check i did)was this fucking How I Go (Yellowcard) snippet, probably from some promotional website. The same thing happened with World by Five For Fighting. Dear me, like, I've just realized this is the most pressing problem I have right now. How did my life get to be this boring?

One of my better find Beautiful (Patrick Nuo) is catchy --too catchy really--, but Teenagers (MCR) is way catchier. Bowling For Soup material! Google up the lyrics and know what I mean. Hi Mr. Way.

Collide (Dishwalla), Nightswimming (DC) and First Time (Lifehouse) meanwhile are songs that I've tagged worthy the first time I heard them. A fact that is already established: I am gonna be liking a song (any song) done by these bands, 'cause them bands, they're like, my babies (shit, that dint come outta the way i wanted it to, diddit?). All good plays. Nightswimming is actually a cover of Dashboard; originally by REM. I've heard the original and it sucked, sorry REM. Oh and on a related topic, Stolen by DC is getting overly tremendous airplay everywhere nowadays I hate it. I wanna keep the song for myself! Wah!

Cannonball is one of those tracks that puts you to sleep to dream of clouds and waterfalls and all that cliche. Perfect. LOL. But exactly how can stones teach you levitation? I wouldn't say no to some tutorial, Rocky.

And the best one in this playlist? Drumroll, please! Love It When You Call by The Feeling! Wicked pop!