DIGS

ang dami kong gustong sabihin at ang salitang "I love you" ay hindi kasama dun. sinabi mo kasi na gusto mo ng regalo eh at para sa'kin, kung talagang tunay kitang kaibigan alam mo na wala akong pera at ito lang talaga ang kaya kong mabigay :)) ang tagal na nating magkaibigan, at natatakot ako na dumating ang isang araw na magigising ako na hindi kita kaibigan. well, natatakot ako para sa'yo kasi alam kong mamimiss mo ako ng bongga :)) kidding aside, I find comfort with our friendship Duard, hindi ko alam kong bakit? siguro dahil nakahanap ako ng weirdong katulad ko? o dahil we shared pain that is beyond any other normal friendship. hindi ko alam, I'm happy na hindi naging ganun kababaw ang pagkakaibigan natin. naiiyak ako kapag naaalala ko yung mga nangyari these past few years pero dahil special day mo ito wala akong karapatang umeksena :) pero para sa'kin ang isang birthday ay hindi dapat pinagdidiriwang, dahil ito yung tanda na malapit ka na sa dulo. lam mo yun? nagegets mo ko? dapat magpaka-mature ka na rin simula sa araw na to! hindi dahil mas matanda ako sa'yo ng 13days kayo ko sinasabi to. but there's something to celebrate on for being 20 years old! guess what? SEX!!! use a condom if you want to really do it na! bwahahaha you are a man now! hoorayy! ang kaso lang wala kang babae, panu yun? shake yourself off a little bit and loosen up! stop being selfish and think of other people's sensitive behavior and not just yours! and stop being bitter! anyway, happy happy duper super ng duper happy birthday!!! eat a cake, sleep late, wake up late, learn to masturbate bwahahahaha make a joke, yung hindi corny! and just be happy. you've experience a lot, at nakakabilib kung paano mo nasurvive lahat yun. kung may contest sa kalungkutan ng buhay, ikaw na ang panalo. for sure! sana magtagal pa ating munting pagkakaibigan na walang halong malisya :)) ayoko ng awkwardness kaya sana wag mo kong sisimulan. ok? bwahahaha I'm beating time, so hanggang dito na lang. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :)) kiss.

The man who sold the world

From the perspective of a criminal, committing a crime would surely give an appreciation of seeing someone dying. That is to say if the crime being committed is killing a person. Crime has a lot of its own faces. From simple to complex kind. I read a book once that to be able to commit a suave crime, however simple or complex that is, you have to go into the mind of your victim. It's like a step by step process. That is if you are protecting yourself from harm, very ironic perhaps but that's the thing about crime. You don't just jump from out of nowhere and declare crap. Only small time swindler do that. The art of crime begins with ingenuity.

If you are not caught, the process continue to exceed beyond just ordinary swindling. The art of deceiving other people would consumed and would be very addicting. Isn't art right there? There were even some who committed crime just for the hell of hearing a gun being fired at other people. Just like in the book Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, this Mr. Harvey was very obsessed with killing little kids. He could not help himself. He had gone into the process where he consumed this obsession by killing animals instead. But that didn't last long, he wanted to hear the ripping of skin, the blood and all. So what he did was to always create a trap for his victims. Very artistic even though it was put into a wrong reason. By creating a foreplay, the anticipation of the crime become so wondrous for him.

Morality, norms and social rules grounded crime as one of the most sinful a human being could do. Like if you are a criminal, you are not fit to live a life anymore. But, that's where society totally got it all wrong. To live a thrill live is very exciting and exhilarating. Fooling people, manipulating them and all gives the feeling of edginess. In If tomorrow comes by Sidney Sheldon, the main character says that to be a con artist doesn't mean you have to harm people to get what you want from them. It takes s total ingenuity to maneuver something. There was a part there in the book where she thought there would be no way she could steal the Goya painting but with the stroke of ingenuity, she pulled it off.

If all morals be set aside for just two hours, I would sell the world and take the risk of committing a crime for the sake of art. You know what I’m saying here of course, it all boils down to the fact that morals and rules would be impossible to put aside. Only the indifferent and the absurd would come knocking to the door of unhappiness.

Let's talk about the Lourd! :)

When one would think about an artist whose works concentrate on being nationalistic, you wouldn’t normally think of this person instantly. He is not very popular. But when one mention his name, this would ring a bell. I would describe him physically as like one of your very forgettable classmates in high school who is a loser that easily fades into the background. Not very flattering right? But let’s get things straight by saying that his receding hair and oily nose would be the least of importance here. Well, you have to understand that this is just a way of prolonging things up, everything needs a seedy introduction nowadays. Ok, enough, I now present to you: Mr. Lourd Ernest De Veyra. If I get a lame reaction, I don’t care but for me he is one of the coolest Pinoy writers out there. I tell you, he is not popular but at least he does not talk crappy things when he is on television. Well, I know everyone would want to get a chance to get their faces stuck inside the television whenever possible, with Mr. Lourd however, he do it with style and he really knows what he’s talking about unlike any other snotty artists who think that common people should be obliged to kiss their feet.
If you got on reading this far without any hint who I’m talking crap about here, let me tell you what’s with Lourd De Veyra. He started, or I started knowing him when I begun listening to OPM music. He is the vocalist of Radioactive Sago Project. My impression when I first heard their songs was: “What the heck’s wrong with this man? Anong pinaglalaban nila?” Then I found out that he’s a decent man with a Degree at University of Santo Thomas. I am not trying to stereotype Pinoy bands as illerate, in fact, most of them came from a very well-off family. It just really how they want to appear on television; the idea of “rock in roll” so to speak. In his book, This is the Crazy Planet, I found out that he’s one of the rare male species who is fund of reading and of course, writing. He is a host now in one of the segment of Sapul entitled Word of the Lourd and a DJ in one of the radio program of TV5.
The content of his book, This is the Crazy Planet goes beyond what we call being nationalistic in a natural sense. He did not create fictitious impression about our loved country. His words revolved more around being satyr, ironic and sarcastic about issues in the Philippines who we normal people took with nonchalance and a shrug in the shoulder. One of the many comments of people who got on reading it was: “OO nga nuh?” “Natumbok mo!” so on and so forth. By this comments, a realization came off that we really need someone who would shake us hard from getting used to everything that is happening. It is not a normal report of “what happened on that or this” that Filipino need but a laughingstock-read deliver with style. If you would read his book, you will know what I am talking here, promise. He has this thing he used in his words, you see the world of Manny Pacquiao, Kris Aquino, back to Manny Pacquiao then to Kris Aquino again from the way he monopolizes every words. It is not just mere reading, I tell you, but you’d realized what’s with the business of being born Filipino.

Lowbatt.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011 at 12:41am

Nakakatamad na pumasok sa eskwela at makinig sa mga kagaguhan ng aking mga mumunting propisur. Nakakasawa nang makita ang mga mukha na tatlong taon ko ng nakakasalamuha. Mga pagmumukha nilang napakasarap ilublob sa tubig dahil sa kapal ng mga posturang palamuti na nilalagay nila sa kanilang mga labi at pisngi. Badterp narin akong makinig sa mga kaplastikan na nakikita't naririnig ko araw-araw, linggo-linggo at taon-taon. Ang sarap nilang nguyain ng nguyain hanggang sa isang butil na lang sila at pwede ng itapon sa isang tabi para may katahimikan na ang mundo. Ano bang napasukan ko? Hindi ako natututo sa aspetong mapabuti ang pagkatao ko. Puro kababawan at paninira ng buhay ng ibang tao ang nasasaksihan ko. Wala pang isang salita, ito ang opinyon ngayon, kinabukasan mag-iiba na naman. Kung simpleng tagapakinig ka lang, malilito ka sa pagkatao nila. At pag pinili mo namang manahimik sa isang tabi, may taong kunwa-kunwariang magaalala at magtatanong kung ano ang problema. Ang sarap lang sipain sa mukha. Ang tae ng napasukan ko: ang pino at cute tingnan sa malayuan pero puro kabahuan lang ang laman. Ang baho isipin na parte ako sa siste na ito.

P2.00

Masyadong masaya tong araw na 'to para i-let go and move on ko ng ganun na lang. Ang daming mga pangyayari pero wala naman talagang nangyari pero dapat pa rin itala at isabit sa sampayan ng nakaraan. Oo alam kung may bagyo at dahil trip kong magsweater just for the heck of wearing my good old borrowed sweat, nagdesisyon akong pumasok. At may usapan kami ng kaibigan ko na magkikita ng mas maaga sa pasok naming 3:30pm. Tumungo kami sa Pambansang Aklatan sa tabi ng Kalaw at nag-trip magpakaseryoso sa pag-aaral. Nang wala sa lugar, isama mo pa ang epal na bagyo na halos sumira ng pagkatao ko sa loob lang ng isang araw. Nakakabilib. Wala na ko sa linya ng usapan pero paano ba ginawa ang kahabaan ng taft? Kung ako yung arkitekto o enhenyero na nagplano nun, iiyak ako kasi tagos hanggang buto ang kabobohan ko. Buti isang taon na lang ako mamalagi sa lugar na yun. Ang saya ko pa naman kasi sa pagtambay namin sa loob ng school para magpatila ng ulan, nakatapos ako ng movie sa ipod ng kaibigan ko. Hirap na hirap yung utak kong bumukaka para maipasok at maintindihan yung kwento. At nung nakita ko sa labas yung baha, title na lang nung movie ang naalala ko. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Ang haba. Daming pauso. At bago pa mag-end sa movie review to, laking pasalamat ko'at nakauwi pa 'ko. At pinarealized sa'kin na walang kwenta ang dalawang piso kung hanggang casimiro lang ang bus at kailangan mo pa ng 5 pesos para makauwi sa bahay. At ang dami kong pinasayang tao ngayon at masaya narin ako. :D

Ang bigote ni Hitler

Isa siguro sa mga dahilan kung bakit naging sakim at sadista si Hitler ay pagkakaroon nya ng weird na bigote. Kung sa mga babae may tinatawag na bad hair day pag gumigising sa umaga, si Hitler naman ay may bad bigote day. Alam ko corny pero nakakasira naman talaga ng araw yung kapag pagising mo sa umaga may mapapansin kang mali sa echura mo. Ang ending, nabubuntunan mo yung ibang tao. Hindi na tuloy natin napapansin ang mas mahahalagang bagay na dapat bigyang importansya bukod sa kamalian ng mukha mo. Ewan ko, pero sana kung may nagbabasa man nito ngayon, sana matulungan mo kong maisalba ang pagkatao ko. May mali na yata sa utak ko.

kung inlab ka sakin, sabihin mo na ngayon..

Tahimik na ang buong kapaligiran. Mga nakahiga na ang mga tao, kung hindi man tulog eh siguro nagdadasal pa. Mahaba habang dasal. :D Ayan! Kung anu-ano na namang pinapasok mo diyan sa kokote mo. Mabuting ilabas mo yan. Katulad ng ginagawa ko ngayon. Parang gusto ko maghamon ng away dito sa daga sa bahay namin na nagfi-feeling na sya ang nakatira at kami ang nakikitira. 'kung binibenta lang ang away eh binili ko na'. Pesteng peste yan. Nagtataka ka siguro kung bakit ganito ang nababasa mo ngayon, yun eh kung binabasa mo nga to. Gusto ko lang kasing magsulat ng kung anu-ano. Nahilig ako sa pagbabasa kailan lang ng mga kwentong galing din sa internet, mga bloggers ba. Patok na patok yan ngayon, lam mo ba? O ako lang ang nakakapansin nun dahil ang inaatupag mo ay ang makipagkyut kyutan sa crush mo. Oo, naiintindihan kita diyan. Ako ay isang kabataan din. Pero.. Wala lang, gusto ko din sabihing may crush din ako. Osya, di na ko magpipilit sa ganitong mga bagay. Kung kaibigan kita at nabasa mo to, wag mo na lang intindihin ah. Alam mo naman kapag sinapian ako ng topak, tuloy tuloy. Napakawalang kwenta neto. Pero di ko mapigil ang sarili ko. Ako'y gigil na gigil.

Kung napipisil lang ang mga salita, pinisil pisil ko na. Oha! :)