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"trip ko lng magsulat"

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 16:36:10 GMT

During my first year HS days, I dreamt of becoming a sports journalist. In fact, I was inspired by the hit anime' Slam Dunk" and the utter domination of La Salle during that year's UAAP season, in which they won 13 straight games, I wrote a fictional article about a match between Shohoku and La Salle, where the latter won in a tightly contested game. I forgot all the details about my fictional basketball game, and today I will try to rejuvenate my dream of being a sports journalist, though frustrated, I'll try to write another article.

It was a fast break, during the 2^nd quarter; Mark Caguioa was leading the pack, pass to a trailing Gabe Norwood and what happened next was the last reminiscent of what I remembered during the game last night. A thunderous dunk over a tall Jordanian opponent which I can only hope and wish that also, it happened in the whole game, RP-team towering over those Jordanians, but a reality-check relegated my wishful thinking into an utter disbelief. 84-76, and the namesakes of arguably the best basketball player pulled off an improbable win. And just like that, the dream of 50 million people, a nation's dream, never mind the cynics, has come to an abrupt end. It may be a long-shot to think of getting another Olympic berth, but nobody said it isn't possible, most especially in a basketball-crazed-but-deprived-with-height nation like the Philippines. When you lose, that doesn't mean you don't deserve to win, its just that maybe the other team deserve it more, and to be more apt, and appeasing, maybe others are more deserving of a possible humiliating setback in the hands of Team USA or maybe Argentina. Though it may be downgrading, I would still pick a possible 50-point loss over an eight-point setback against a team which we can beat or better yet, manhandle.

Maybe it's because of the pathetic bracketing which spelled doom our chances of gaining the coveted Olympic berth, or the 2-year suspension castigated against us or that measly technical foul during the match against Iran or even the lack of preparation and cohesiveness which dealt our nation a fatal blow, but pointing fingers and making excuses at this point of time is unnecessary. And by the way, the other qualifiers, with the exception of Iran and Jordan, cruised through their preliminary round opponents and barged into the next round with relative ease, like Lebanon, whom we matched up pretty well, demolishing United Arab Emirates, and host Japan destroying Kuwait. If only we were in their brackets, we could have had a far greater chance of gaining that elusive berth.It's just too painful to realize how a group of players, of whom almost half of which are only Filipino by blood, or in paper, sacrificed too much of their own lives for the sake of representing a third world country plagued by corruptions in the showcase of all the world-class basketball talents. So, to be denied in such haste only made the loss hurt more. And the effort, the heart being shown by the players while being dwarfed by other opponents is exceptional, one cannot question the heart and skills of the RP squad, we are way way better than all of them, we are just not fortunate enough to gain height, thus we are forced to field several tall Fil-Americans, even if their credentials are sub-par (remember EJ Feihl?)

Maybe it's a wake-up call for our basketball program, revisions should be done I guess, as all of the current players will be in their thirties ( with few exceptions) when the next qualifier approaches, no more Asi Taulava, as father time will surely catch his aging body. So, who will be the next batch of national players? Maybe starting the young ones in international play will enhance our chances, even the junior players can become national athletes, given the time and the much needed training for them to excel. Who cares anyway, it's just my two cents.

Going back the days of Carlos Loyzaga, an adept world-class center during the Philippine basketball heydays, despite being only 3 inches higher than Caguioa, our country dominated the Asian basketball scene, routing teams from every region of Asia, even the Mainlanders had no answers to what was then a baskteball powerhouse. Loyzaga, dubbed as "The Big Difference" and considered as the best basketball player ever produced by the Philippines, would dominate his way against players with five-inch height advantage over him, often using his wide array of moves inside the paint to score over the towering counterparts. A scene befitting of the David's defeating the Goliath's in the bible. To attest his greatness, he led the Philippine team to a bronze medal finish, the highest by an Asian nation, in the 1954 World BAsketball Championship. Also, in the same event, he was part of the Mythical Team, while also being the third highest scorer(16.3 ppg). And by the way, Caguioa's height is six-flat.

Then, as time flutters by, so as our basketball domination. After the era of Robert Jaworski and Ramon Fernandez, the country lost its glitter. Allan Caidic, Johnny Abbarientos, and Alvin Patrimonio, could only give us a glimmer of hope, an ember unsuccesful of being a raging flame, as they couldn't retain the supremacy over the lanky Chinese Squad. And yes, then came the Fil-foreign era, started by Asi Taulava back in the late 90's, and the RP basketball team could only play second fiddle(along with other rising Asian nations, not to mention Korea) to China eversince.

Anyways, Kevin Garnett will be donning a Boston Jersey next season. It could have been more shocking and surprising had it not coincide with our country's lose. Well, being gracious in defeat proves that we really deserve to grab a hold of at least the quarterfinal ticket, if only my wishful thinking came to life.

And the dunk of Norwood streams into my mind again, thinking that the only way our opponent can do such act is if their name also has a "Michael" on it. How bitter the defeat was, indeed.

"Kung hindi ka marunong bumasa at umintindi, huwag mong basahin ito"

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 18:53:34 GMT

kung sa tingin mo napaka-corny ng post na ito, o kaya napaka-jologs ng journal na ito, puwes, hindi ito para sa iyo

at kung sa tingin mo walang sense ito, o kaya walang sense ang journal na ito, hindi ito para sa iyo...

nakakagigil ka, gago ka...

(walang pinapatungkulan...sana...)

at kung nabubuwiset ka dahil puro seryoso ang post dito... ano pang ginagawa mo rito?...

mahirap pala ung sulat ng sulat, lalo na kapag napaka-cheesy mo pa... kahapon, nabasa ko ung mga luma kong sulatin, damn, nakaaasar, basta, nalungkot ako bigla, nakasampu na ata akong sulatin, parepareho laman, puro kalokohan, masaya naman sa puso, bumalik tuloy lahat, at walang makaiintindi sa pakiramdam na bumalot sa akin noong mga oras na yun, di niyo lang alam. dito mapapatunayan na talagang bata pa ako , kapos sa karanasan, at kulang sa karunungan, masyado akong napukaw ng mga sandaling nagdudulot ng walang katulad na kaligayahan. dito makikita ang aking kababawan, mabilis na natutuwa at nangingiti sa mga walang kasiguraduhan na pagkakataon, marahil nalinlang ako nito, masaya naman ako. dito mapapatunayan ang aking kahanglalan, nagpapaloko sa mga kasiyahang akala mo totoo, sa huli malalaman mong mali ang lahat, na ikaw ay ikaw pa rin at ang iba'y iba na. di ko alam kung ang pagkadagdag ng isang taon ay siyang makapagbabago sa akin, isang buwan pa lang ang lumipas, alam ko may nagbago na. di ko alam kung yung isang taon na yun ang siyang nagtanggal ng mga ideyang di makatotohanan, nawala na ang aking imahinasyon, di ko na kayang maniwala pa sa mga istoryang kathang-isip lang at pati na rin sa minsan kong naranasan, marahil ang kaarawan ko nga ang may dulot nito, kaarawang minsan kong ipinagdiriwang ng nag-iisa, sa lahat ng nakaalala salamat. marami na rin akong nasayang, at dahil sa aking pagtanda, naunawaan kong di ko ito dapat panghinayanganan, marami na rin akong salitang di nabigkas, damdaming nasayang, pero dahil sa aking pagtanda, naunawaan ko na di ko talaga ito masasabi at maihahayag, sayo at sa iba, dito makikita ang aking kahinaan, akala ko makatutulong sila, pero dahil sa aking pagtanda, nalaman ko na mag-isa ka lang talaga, sarili mo lamang ang makahahanap ng lunas sa sarili mong sakit, sa lahat ng sumubok at tumulong, salamat. minsan pinagsisisihan ko kung bakit hinayaan ko ang sarili kong mahumaling sa mga bagay na hindi ayon sa aking ideolohiya, sa mga bagay na kinaiinisan ko at di naglaon ay nagustuhan ko na rin at magugustuhan pa lang, ngayon ko nararamdaman ang epekto nito, di ko naipagpatuloy yung mas gusto ko at yung mas angkop sa aking kahinaan. minsan pinagsisisihan ko kung bakit hinayaan ko ang sarili kong malunod sa aking pagdududa at kahinaan, hindi sana ganito ang nangyari ngayon. pero dahil sa pangyayari ngayon, sa mga katahimikan na siyang sanay na sanay ako at sa mga kalungkutan at pag-iisa na siyang aking kinamulatan, pilit ko nang ibabalik muli ang minsan kong nakalimutan.
dahil sa mga nabasa kong journals at articles ntiong nagdaan na mga araw, alam ko may nagbago na naman sa akin, at hindi na ito marahil sa aking pagtanda.
at bigla uli akong napaisip, sana di ko pagsisihan ang aking pagtanda, ang aking pag-iisip ng kung anu-ano, dahil ngayon, pinagsisisihan ko na ang aking pinagsasabi kanina, dahil dun sa inaakala kong di ko dapat pagsisihan nakita ang di ko naaninag sa mga bagay na ninanas ko, kasiyahan, mahirap kalimutan ang pakiramdam, mahirap kalimutan ang nakasanayan, at mas lalong mahirap kalimutan ang kasiyahan mismo, lalo na kapag ikaw ay nakararamdam ng pag-iisa. dito mapapatunayan na ayoko pa talagang tumanda at ayoko munang tumanda, kung ganoon din lang aking paglaki, huwag na lang.
at sa aking pagpigil sa pagtanda, at pagbalik sa nakaraan, ako'y mag-isa lamang, lahat ay nais tumanda at maging mature, di ko sila masisisi.

nawalan na naman ng puwang ang sarili ko sa aking sariling buhay,haaay....

post new year slump...tae

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 18:53:01 GMT

i am currently watching adaptation...rewatching to be exact... rewatching for the 3rd time to be more specific... hinihintay yung favorite part ko nang movie...(panoorin niyo, haha, astig ang script ni charlie kaufman...idol)

anyways to be continued...happy new year...at hindi na ako nakakatawa...

to be continued...maybe tomorrow...and since you won't be waiting for it maybe sometime next week... or yeah

you are what you love, not what loves you
-donald kaufman

Old times, hello, hey, I've missed you...Old life, hey now, let me in...gusto kong magsulat ng ganito...

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:00:56 GMT

Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning Lets kill the morning, let it die
Will your eyes flash out a warning But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight Fuck long hours sick with singing Sick with singing the same songs In the bars, they'll soon be drinking Lets cash my check and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, I've missed you Old life, hey now, let me in Because you win on every issue Now, can I kiss you? Don't you care how long it's been? It has been so many years, I lived my yearning But in every bed, it led me through They only bloom on what was burning And it grew, the fire grew And now with nothing to consume
It's turned on me in my glass room Where I'll burn, you think I'm finished
Think I'm not winning Well, go on, assume

So, take me, I'm yours, morning starship Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open, but we set them sighing
We'll take them flying And we'll take this man left almost passed out Cause we're pretty sure he needs a hand He says he can't stand And when we pick him up He asks us where this ship will land But he knows we know it isn't coming down He knows we know we'll fly so far Til finally stars hold him in all around
Til he forgets the ground
Til he forgets the crawling way Real people sometimes are

anak ng tinapa at tilapia naman...

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:12:22 GMT

shit...sobrang sobrang naiinggit ako... shit tlaga...shit...

naiinggit ako sa kanila...haha...

sige...sana mas lalo pa kayong maging masaya...

deserving naman kayo eh...

habang ako... ako pa yung at mercy kahit na ako ang nasasakal...

pero tngina naiinggit ako...sobrang inggit na nakakagigil at ang sarap suntukin ng pader...

wrong place at wrong time lagi eh...

napakapretentious kasi...

haha...mas ok pa sana kung lovelife ito eh...

at least alam ko di na niya ito binabasa...

naiinggit ako dahil sobrang busy mo na...

may priorities ka na...

parang ung mga artista na career ang priority...

ganito dati mga nakalagay dito eh...

ang korny sobra...

at least may nagbabasa dati...

ngaun naiintindihan ko na...wala tlaga akong mapapala kay franz kafka...

this is depressing...

akala ko tlga dti mababago ang buhay ko nung payong incident na yun...

malalakas ang patak ng ambon...may payong ako...siya wala...

mababasa siya...nakisilong siya sa maliit na payong ko...

tae ambabaw pero akala ko tlga mbabago ang buhay ko nun...

kgaya nung mga characters na nabasa dun sa manga/anime na nabasa/napanood ko...

kgaya nung mga non-sense ym chats dti... (ako ung non-sense part nung ym)...

akala ko may magandang mangyayari...

pero naiinggit tlaga ako...

bakit ba hindi ako pwede dun?

tngina tlaga...

isa pang rinig ko ng pakshetnasobrangnakakabuwisetatnakakairitaatnakakaimbyernaatsobrangnakakasakitngulokoatnakakapanindigbalahiboatnakakasabawngutakatnakakagigil na sorting algorithm na yan!!!!!!! (at khit ano pang related dyan) ihahagis ko na talaga itong electric fan na nasa tabi ko sa tiled na sahig ng banyo namin.!!!!..tpos isasalampak ko ung avr sa inidoro...tngina!!!! ma-flush ka na sana...khit walang flush inidoro namin...grrr...

buwiset tlga...

isang sobrang napaka-ikling short story

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 11:33:35 GMT

short story...

it's like a massive head rush, as i nervously and deliberately try to slow down my free falling descent into the the green-themed (or was it nature-themed with all its white and dark green and green colors?) linoleum-covered floor, nervously and deliberately stopping my 9.8 meters per second squared journey into the earth's stomping ground, 178 cm above the surface, in front of the computer screen, clutching my head, grabbing my hair, posturing slowly on all fours, fingers running in between the strands of my black hair (or white), finding my brain, seeking my mind, looking for answers, searching my head in full confusion, dazed and throbbing in pain, metaphorically exploding, no it really feels like exploding with the way the situations turn out, like a bomb ticking, i feel like counting my remaining sane moments backwards, with my hands grabbing the back of my head, with pain piercing, and slicing the three parts of my brain, with my feet slowly losing its foothold, swaying and losing my balance uncomfortably, my limbering body lifelessly crashing into the hard, cold linoleum covered floor.

in between the thoughts of a body lifelessly sprawled in the floor, mind enveloped in pure darkness, pain devouring an unconscious mind, (or perhaps it might be gone too, as an absent consciousness could not sense the piercing pain of the body, or the heart ) random images floating inside the mind readily accepting whatever its fate is, away from the presence of a numbing twinge almost four minutes ago, and a pair of eyes transfixed in the computer screen, littered with images which earlier revealed the darker secrets of his uneventful youth, his exuberance producing a sly grin as he look feverishly in the computer screen, his mind reading the black fonts that form words in between the scattered images, mouse held in place by his right hand, and the left hand randomly thrown somewhere within the computer table, his left hand he once used for writing, the source of his frustrations, the hand he used to put the pen into the paper, the one he used to throw that very same pen somewhere in the corner of his filthy room, his hand with the fingers that used to grip the body of his black pen, that grip that used to feel so right before, the feeling he used to possess when he fills the spaces between the blue lines of a paper a year ago, the paper with phrases he constructed with a smile seemingly lost in thought but illumines a joyful moment nonetheless, perusing a sports article, and minutes later her profile, i successfully impede my fall by holding in the wall, trying to sit myself in the white chair, which i left behind after i stood up for unknown reasons(or it might be because of the pain in my head), my mind continues to unravel as i try to relax myself to no avail, this is it, i'm losing my mind, a crazy proposition i derived from the continuous twinge inside my head, the end results of all my failed attempts and disappointments about something which i still can't comprehend, the culmination of all my regrets this is it, the story of my life revolves around my inability to control my body weight, to prevent it from touching the ground, forgive me, i might be too late, i still haven't told you, i 'm losing my consciousness slowly, in front of you, no in front of your profile picture, the proper ending for a wasted life, for the three years spent trapped inside the four corners of the computer screen meandering lifelessly somewhere outside the boundaries of my capabilities, i'm dwindling slowly outside your point of view, disappearing completely, this is it, i will be sleeping soundly seconds before my head soundly thuds as it collides with the green design of the linoleum cover of the floor, the silence uncovers the sound of my struggle with the strange hums of the computer processor incapable of intruding my auditory nerves, i'm still awake, though the stinging sensation still bores a hole in my head, like a bullet producing air in my skull, i'm halfway, the suspense is killing me, let me see the light one last time, cherish the white light before my vision blackens into uncertainty, let me savor everything before my body, heck my whole being, turns into a carcass thrown into a ditch in the corner of a pitch black darkness unaware of the existence of light, this free falling adventure is taking too long, the subtlety is confusing me more, my hunger strikes as the manic headrush slowly dissipates, ennui slowly regaining control of the tense atmosphere, slowly the darkness subsides, the mind winds up and take back every confessions almost three seconds late, both his hands placed frimly against the hard floor, against the certainties, against fear.

he fall down harmlessly, and his massive headrush soon departed, and he instantly forgotten everything else that happened in between his rise and fall, encroached by ennui under the white light, enclosed by the cloud inspired walls, and above the green floor. i turned off the computer, and the light, and my mind, and hurriedly sleep, a dream patiently waiting for three minutes finally felt my presence in its widely spread arms.

dahil wala akong magawa at naghahalungkat ng my documents...

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 16:54:33 GMT

...i stumbled upon this year-old paper...about poverty...ewan, malamang hindi ito binasa nung prof ko na kamukha ni hedo turkoglu ...

The TV screen flickered Philippine life in its bare essence, a scene stripped naked by harsh realities in the truest form of everyday living, and a nation far different from a nation in an economic growth, as the government proudly quips in every question concerning poverty in our nation. Somewhere, far away from the slums, in some air-conditioned room, I witnessed the miserable life of an innocent little girl oblivious to the hardship of her family, oblivious to the world, in her world revolving along with her family�s desperation, clinging on sins to let their world, her innocent world, maintain its sad revolution.

            It�s sad enough to witness such miserable state of living, but much more disappointing is the fact that million others are also suffering through poverty, and perhaps like the family in the documentary, are also resorting into unlawful acts, unmindful of its consequences, just to live for a day, in their life where opportunities are disintegrating faster than their hopes of finding a better place, a sanctuary that could save them from such misfortune. The mother was pressured, and problems piled up, and soon after, her life was a tragedy waiting to unfold. Without something to seek help, she then was enraptured in a critical decision-making, with future in despair; she sold herself to the lust of others, for the prize of another day in their life of her family. With poverty still rampant in their miserable home, in despair and under the ambiance of false hope, others followed suit. It was a family in shambles, with big dreams, kept afloat by their nocturne activities that illustrate how they succumb to their sinful situations, and to their moral dilemma compensated with the beautiful smile innocently glimmered by an infant upon them.

            Subjective judgment tends to let me believe that indeed they were the victims of social inequity, of the obviously depicted poverty, and all they did is just an act of desperation, desperate to show love in any means necessary, to the point of selling their soul, dipping their wholeness to the sins they know they are committing. It was the nature of their life, impervious from the outside world, where striving to live is to forget yourself, your dignity, the right or wrong. In the act of desperation, our lenses are auto focused to seek only the good, for the sake of others, of you, to survive the world, which in the mind of cynics, is synonymous to hell.

            Government also has a big responsibility with regards to poverty. The avarice of some corrupt officials, clad in the whitest barong, in the most respectable display of eloquence in front of the whole adoring masses, and their deceptions. It�s really disappointing to think that really some highly respectable official that are drowned with power and are fueled by greed, with their insides rotting with guilt, undaunted with the stiff price of their sinful attitude. In every million of cash that fatten up their wallets or increasing their car collections, a million lives are suffering somewhere, unsheltered and starving.

Quite possibly, I guess the most erratic proposition is to blame God for our suffering, to blame Him for every ebb and flow we need to endure, for every obstacle that hinders our longevity. If you do blame Him though, I guess you are missing the whole point of life, looking closer, you would realize that it was basically our mistakes, our misjudgments misattributed to Him, for the purpose of relieving ourselves of the brunt of our irresponsibility. Yes we are prone to mistakes, we are imperfect, but to purposely commit ourselves to sins, to the greed spawning beneath, without thinking of others' lives, is beyond the merit of our imperfection. It�s succumbing to evil, negligence, and pure injustice. As I read somewhere, evil is an absence, not a presence, it�s the absence of love.

And then there was the teenager, the young lad in threshold of maturity, being dissuaded by a home in an organized chaos, a home in dystopia. In search of peace, seeking refuge, he found himself deaf to the heed of his conscience, escaping his importuned life through vices. But still, somewhere within his soul, a life is waiting for a chance of a better life; a metaphor to his family and to the million of poor people nationwide deprived of opportunities and stalled by poverty.

The last part also depicted a vivid metaphor of today�s life, a scene of a family in church, a child baptized, and perhaps each of them repenting every sin, and most importantly forgetting the hardship that they�re enduring, even for just a single day of a tedious week, a Sunday, in a church no less. God is still there for us, and He will indeed save us, sometime, even from the depths of sins.

"Our paths and our futures are hidden in mists that are stretching out over impossible distances, totally obscured."

aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh....hahahaha....tae....

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 17:21:38 GMT

something is really obstructing the flow of my inner spiritual energy...

ganun ba tawag dun?...haha...di ko alam...di ako makapagconcentrate... my state of mind is in disarray...my thoughts are always clouded...di ko alam...di ako makapag-isip(at makapag-sulat) nang matino kahit na walang kabuluhan naman yung dapat kong isipin (at ilagay sa isang journal...parang ganito...) alam ko nondescript ito at kung ano mang tungkol sakin, pero hindi yun ung punto nang nilalagay ko dito(at hindi rin ito ung punto ko...) basta parang laging may mali...hindi ako makapag-focus...at hindi ako nageexaggerate...haha...kahit na ilang beses akong makinig sa phoenix (malamang nakikinig ka rin dun...kung nababasa mo ito) di pa rin ako makapg isip nang mabuti...kaya siguro ung inner spiritual flow ung may problema..haha...kumbaga walang harmony...haha...naghahanap na naman ako nang sisisihin kpag di ko na alam ang gagawin ko...ganito na lng ba palagi tayo? o ako? lgi na lang naghahanap nang scapegoat...basta may mali pa rin...prang nawalan na ko nang gana...siguro iba yun sa pagiging tamad... tapos mag-oonline ka, o kaya facebook, o kaya bibisita sa kung saan saang multiply site makikita mo lagi laging may patungkol sa thesis, profs, org activities, papers etc...kahit sabihin mong nahihirapan sila...pero yung fact na ginawa pa nilang stat msg un eh parang indication na gusto nila ung ginagawa nila...which i couldn't do myself...which i couldn't tell even to myself... oo naiinggit ako sa kanila...at least alam nila ung ginagawa nila...may saysay...ito yung kinakatakot ko, at ito yung kinakatakot ko na baka di nila maintindihan..."ok lng yan" sabi niya...oo, ok lang yan, ito ang pang-isangdaan na beses na sasabihin ng bibig ko yan at pang isangdaang beses na rin na papakinggan nang aking tenga...wla ksing motivation eh...haha...o inspiration...pero khit naman meron eh, prang mali pa rin eh...mas masaya pang magbasa nang mga song titles ng of montreal eh(at makinig sa knila)...at wala rin ako sa mood para magbasa o makinig ng mga kanta...o magsulat o gumawa nang assignments... di ko na rin talaga alam kung ano ung gusto ko...ah basta...ano yun? aaahh...there really is no radio cure...electronic surgical words...at the end of the day mp3s are really just mp3s...

o siguro...

something is really obstructing the flow of my inner spiritual energy...ewan...

inaantok ako...gusto kong matulog...

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 04:40:12 GMT

tatandaan ko na lang...minsan noong grade six ako'y sobrang na-hook up kay michael jackson dahil dun sa tv special nung isang music cable channel na mas kilala sa pagkakaroon nang lyrics para makapag-sing along ka(ito yata yung channel bago naging myx...vid-ok ata ung pangalan nung channel...ugh) commemoration of sorts ata... 24 hour non-stop michael jackson music videos ang pinalabas nila...parang naka-loop...napanood ko ata lahat nang ginawa niyang music videos pati ung latest niya (you rock my world ata un...i can't vividly remember everything, damn you chester benington, bigla tuloy akong napag-isip isip kung bakit ko pinagtuunan nang pansin ang linkin park nang buong grade six ko...not that there was anything bad about it, in fact it was like a social norm back then, especially to someone fond of rock music...but looking back, it just still feels weird...what might be the linkin parks, the limp bizkits, the korns, the deftones or even slapshock of today's generation?... those bands that seem to represent the counter-culture for teens...where music becomes less about music and more about aesthetics...you feel you need to listen to those bands they are way edgier... drop all those middle fingers in the second verse of a noisy almost-senseless song and they will feel proud...they weren't suppose to curse back then, but it feels so damn cool, doing it...and then you would realize that linkin park is too kind to drop the f word and you would soon drop their record...and everything else is history...malapit na ang rennaisance nila, andyan na ung katmbas ng moffatts eh...)

anyways, yeah somewhere michael jackson is moonwalking...peacefully...

magandang gabi...

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:06:31 GMT

how does it feel being bastardized right in front of your own set of eyes?
hindi lang yung basta basta panggagago ah, yung isang malaking panggagago sa harapan mo...at ikaw yung ginagago...tapos ang tangi mong magawa eh sabihing mali yung ginagawa niya, teka hindi lang mali, napakasama pa nung ginagawa niya harap harapan sa pagmumukha mo...na parang sinasabi na mukha ka namang tanga eh, kaya itutuloy ko pa rin ang panggagago sa harap mo... puta wala nang gimik na ginagamit eh, wala nang subtle effects, wala nang tago tago...harapang panggagago na ito...gusto ko ring may gawin ako...gusto kong may gawin ako bukod sa alam kong nanggagago sila...parepareho kami... ang tanging ginagawa humarap sa kompyuter at tanggapin ang mga kagaguhan nila... akala mo sila lang ang may kasalanan...yun pala tayo tayo rin ang may ginagawang masama kung ipagpatuloy pa nila ang kagaguhan nila... kaya tuwang tuwa ang mga buwaya eh, lagi nating pinapakain nang pera, kahit di natin alam kung saan napupunta... tapos gusto mo pang magcongressman mr. pound for pound king manny pacquiao...sa lagay ngayon, kung ang hangad mo eh tumulong sa kapwa, yan dapat ang huling bagay na papasok sa utak mo...parang nananadya na eh...

teka 19 na pala ako...at gusto kong makaboto for the first time next year...kahit wala pa akong maisip na iboboto...panay cheap publicity ang gimik eh...panay naman ang kagat natin...sana naman makaboto ako....and yes sana matuloy ang botohan...mapa-computer man o papel...

*ewan dapat two days ago pa 2 eh...lourd de veyra kasi eh...haha.. parang ganun din kasi ung nasa isip ko eh...pero something isn't right...basta parang may mali...parang may niluluto pa silang iba eh...bukod dun sa pagiging makapal ang mukha nila...haha...parang may plano...the less subtle it becomes the more subtle it gets....minsan ganun eh...

naisip ko lang, buti hindi pa 1984-ish ung internet satin tulad nung sa china...blurring parts of history... siguro kung nasa china ka malamang di mo na mababasa itong news na ito...