Here I go again with another blog. I've done it all before. I made a blog on my Multiply, and I managed to make some people laugh, and to catch the attention of some of my friends. How did that end? Ah, there's the last post that I forgot to put before I set it aside like my Friendster (in retrospect, it seems like a piece of hipster shit to me--kinda like those tacky scarfs everybody wears, augh). It ended with a whimper, not a bang.
And it's probably gonna be the same with this blog.
I mean, what the fuck, what if lives all around the world were like this too? You start off really hot, starry-eyed, ready to take on the world. And then a year or two later, you change. For the worse. That hot streak goes cold. Those starry eyes get taken by cold disillusionment. You realize that the world is too big a place--too many people to compete with, too many obstacles--too many, too many, too many.
But then again, you can blame it--no, fuck no. I'm a fucking existentialist, and I will not use the word 'blame' in such a way. Ahem. Excuse me.
Now, you can--err--one thing that makes us go like this is ningas kugon. You know, that bad Philippine attitude. Hot start, meh finish. It's happened to me quite too often. I write a poem, and tell it, "I'll edit you later, don't worry" in a tone as if I were its dad. Well, I'm a fuck-up of a father. I was cleaning up stuff in my room because we had to move when I saw loads of my poems--on yellow pads, bond paper and size one sheets. God, what the fuck have I done? I've forsaken my work--and myself! "No, no," those are the only words I can utter. They do not exude denial, but regret--or grief.
Let me continue talking about ningas kugon. I think what's happening to the Philippines is a case of massive ningas kugon. We were awesome around the time of Marcos, and we know the nation all pitched in during the Edsa Rev and even after. It all went downhill after that. As in really downhill. I don't have all the facts to back it up (augh, I know).... Hmm. The government's a joke.
The government's a joke. Oh, that's another thing. (Side note: At this point, I'm starting to feel that ningas kugon catching on.) I remember the the time when I got caught at Ayala for not turning on my headlight. I forgot. So they stop me over, and give me two offenses: reckless driving and lack of proper use of signal. Latter: P150, Former: P600. And we all know I shouldn't get the second. I didn't beat the red light. I didn't swerve. 'Di ako naging kaskasero. Look at it this way. If walking were a crime, they'd be charging me for walking AND using my legs.
So, yeah. It's fucked up. And Panfilo fucking Lacson is running for president. Ping Lacson. Used to be a small-time cop, and now he has cars and a big house. Or whatever. I don't want to try recalling the other cases. It's hot, and I don't want to get pissed as it is.
Anyway. (Side note: Oh my God, this is so fucking long. -- In retrospect: it's not that long.)
Shall I vote when this country's politicians really seem like many blood sucking tics? (Poly-tics, heh.) Well, I remember I was listening to Good Times on 89.9 one day, and they had some lady senator on. I can't remember who. Jamby Madrigal? Whatever. Anyway, whoever she was, she was cool, because when Moe asked her if it's impossible not to be corrupt, she answered with a story that one time she got offered cash for a project or what not, and she turned it down. Well, it could be bullshit, but I believed it (In retrospect: Alangan naman aminin niya sa radyo na oo imposeble 'yun. Saying 'yes' would put her in a hot seat--maybe one in a courthouse.)
The Nirvana Fallacy
It's one of the good things I learned from Cracked.Com. Just because things aren't going to go perfect, doesn't mean we shouldn't act. Because if we thought like that, well, nothing would really happen, right?
If you've read up to here, oh my God. You are either really bored, or this post is more interesting than I thought. Or you skipped ahead because you saw this: SEX. SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX.
(For women:
GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX.)
And it's probably gonna be the same with this blog.
I mean, what the fuck, what if lives all around the world were like this too? You start off really hot, starry-eyed, ready to take on the world. And then a year or two later, you change. For the worse. That hot streak goes cold. Those starry eyes get taken by cold disillusionment. You realize that the world is too big a place--too many people to compete with, too many obstacles--too many, too many, too many.
But then again, you can blame it--no, fuck no. I'm a fucking existentialist, and I will not use the word 'blame' in such a way. Ahem. Excuse me.
Now, you can--err--one thing that makes us go like this is ningas kugon. You know, that bad Philippine attitude. Hot start, meh finish. It's happened to me quite too often. I write a poem, and tell it, "I'll edit you later, don't worry" in a tone as if I were its dad. Well, I'm a fuck-up of a father. I was cleaning up stuff in my room because we had to move when I saw loads of my poems--on yellow pads, bond paper and size one sheets. God, what the fuck have I done? I've forsaken my work--and myself! "No, no," those are the only words I can utter. They do not exude denial, but regret--or grief.
Let me continue talking about ningas kugon. I think what's happening to the Philippines is a case of massive ningas kugon. We were awesome around the time of Marcos, and we know the nation all pitched in during the Edsa Rev and even after. It all went downhill after that. As in really downhill. I don't have all the facts to back it up (augh, I know).... Hmm. The government's a joke.
The government's a joke. Oh, that's another thing. (Side note: At this point, I'm starting to feel that ningas kugon catching on.) I remember the the time when I got caught at Ayala for not turning on my headlight. I forgot. So they stop me over, and give me two offenses: reckless driving and lack of proper use of signal. Latter: P150, Former: P600. And we all know I shouldn't get the second. I didn't beat the red light. I didn't swerve. 'Di ako naging kaskasero. Look at it this way. If walking were a crime, they'd be charging me for walking AND using my legs.
So, yeah. It's fucked up. And Panfilo fucking Lacson is running for president. Ping Lacson. Used to be a small-time cop, and now he has cars and a big house. Or whatever. I don't want to try recalling the other cases. It's hot, and I don't want to get pissed as it is.
Anyway. (Side note: Oh my God, this is so fucking long. -- In retrospect: it's not that long.)
Shall I vote when this country's politicians really seem like many blood sucking tics? (Poly-tics, heh.) Well, I remember I was listening to Good Times on 89.9 one day, and they had some lady senator on. I can't remember who. Jamby Madrigal? Whatever. Anyway, whoever she was, she was cool, because when Moe asked her if it's impossible not to be corrupt, she answered with a story that one time she got offered cash for a project or what not, and she turned it down. Well, it could be bullshit, but I believed it (In retrospect: Alangan naman aminin niya sa radyo na oo imposeble 'yun. Saying 'yes' would put her in a hot seat--maybe one in a courthouse.)
The Nirvana Fallacy
It's one of the good things I learned from Cracked.Com. Just because things aren't going to go perfect, doesn't mean we shouldn't act. Because if we thought like that, well, nothing would really happen, right?
If you've read up to here, oh my God. You are either really bored, or this post is more interesting than I thought. Or you skipped ahead because you saw this: SEX. SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX.
(For women:
GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX. GAY SEX.)
"I mean, what the fuck, what if lives all around the world were like this too? You start off really hot, starry-eyed, ready to take on the world. And then a year or two later, you change. For the worse. That hot streak goes cold. Those starry eyes get taken by cold disillusionment."
ReplyDelete~It's always like that. Many (including myself) are always looking for excitement... and that excitement is only temporary. After that, we'll find ourselves looking for another "HIP" Thing. Why? Because we're never satisfied... or so I think.
"You realize that the world is too big a place--too many people to compete with, too many obstacles--too many, too many, too many."
~We always think that we have to compete with almost everything. Probably because of our insecurities. It's that "FEELING" that keeps on bothering us. And it never goes. Argh...
Oh yeah, bago ko makalimutan,
---Tiwali ang gobyerno.