Chronicle of a day

Morning
Woke up badly. Sleeping late worked. Desired effect achieved. Dad brings breakfast. Still haven't talked with mom.

Noon
Headed to Katipunan. Listened to Modest Mouse for most of the trip.Was running late, and Czar stopped the taxi at McDo. I told myself: "Run, you fucker! Run!" And so I did. It was refreshing.

Afternoon
Wish's singing was amazing. Was a douche around her mom, talking relatively blatantly about money and swearing.
Rock Band 2 and Guitar Hero: World Tour. It was real swell.

Night
Felt really good on the way home. Listened to classical music on the LRT. The ticket seemed more illuminated and I understood what Mansfield said about light, a little perhaps.

Ate a 39er at Jollibee. Being thrifty is a refreshing experience.

Mom (indirectly) texted. Resurfaced bad emotions.

Walked home. Imagined someone trying to mug me on my way home. I'd throw my wallet to the road, when he turns his head, I'll push him there; maybe he'll get run over. I'll laugh, and play Mozart's "Funeral March" for the fucker. That was only a bloody daydream.

Car accident on the end of the bridge. A taxi and a private vehicle. Thanked God.

In defense of Alec Baldwin

I just heard it on the news tonight. (Yes, the news from ABS-CBN. Yes, the news that reports common crimes like--err--rape, theft and murder.)

So, if you haven't heard what Alec Baldwin (I only know he stars in 30 Rock, and I don't even watch that show) said, then here it is.

The Emmy-winning actor quipped that he was "thinking about getting a Filipino mail-order bride at this point ... or a Russian one."
(From Yahoo! Canada news (Yes, Canada.) )

It outraged a lot of high-profile people. If I heard right, Pia Honteveros is one of them and she's saying that he shouldn't joke about it.

Something horrible just happened to me today, so I really can't discuss this in depth, but if ever I'm alive in the next few days, expect me to write about this.

So, here's my response to all those high-profile people snapping out against Alec Baldwin. Every time I go to Glorietta or Greenbelt, I usually see a foreigner--most of the time American, one time Australian and one time British--with a Filipino woman. Now, I'm supposed it's dick-faced if I assume that the dudes are with mail-order wives. (I think you'll find those senators and activists dick-faced too when I start going at their statements more thoroughly). But I highly doubt that they'd elope with a common Filipina, who barely speaks English fluently, if it wasn't for said reason. Tell you another thing I bet: I bet those same people go to those fancy malls, and I'm sure it's pretty inevitable that they'd see the same kind of people I'd see.

Get real, Philippines. It's called neocolonization, and it so happens that getting mail-order wives is a form of it.

Expect, again, in depth content, if ever. And also, a defense of Hayden Kho.

Shiz like:
1. How Hayden Kho is being diagnosed as insane (Changeling, anyone? And Camus's The Stranger?)
2. How hard or easy is it to get a mail order wife
3. Russia's response to it (I suppose they're supposed to have tighter asses.)
4. How people attack Baldwin. One senator explains his outburst with his failed marriage. I mean, what the hell? The divorce rate in America is almost 50%! And also, it is not about the accused, it's about what he said. Alright?

(News: http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/090518/entertainment/tv_baldwin_philippines)

I got F l A G g ed !

What's the difference between these words:
1. Fuck
2. Shit
3. Goddamn

And these words?
1. F*ck
2. Sh*t
3. Godd*mn

You're left to your imagination. Meaning, with the second set, the second word can be shot or shat (which is the past tense of 'shit', so no) or shet (which is the Filipino word for "shit"). With the first word, it could be fack, feck, fick, fock, fu--oops--. As for the third word, goddemn would be the Filipino word for it.

Anyway, I'll consider the negative effects of being flagged. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be a swear-free Oh No Vic. What do you people think?

Therapy - 2

You're a goddamn piece of shit for not caring about your so-called best friend.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for talking more to his girlfriend than him.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for being dense to the first two facts for a fucking long time.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for being relatively cheery because of it.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for not grasping that he, as strong as his body is, can actually have a heart that can actually get heart.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for not caring.

Once upon a time, you and the gang went to a sit-down-and-order restaurant because his girlfriend was going to treat everybody. Hours of merriment later, you beg the gang to go out for Rock Band. So you do. It's just supposed to be for half an hour, because one has shit to do, and your mom wants you to start heading home. It lasts for an hour, mostly because of you, partly because your friends let you. You all head out. Time to go home. Friend asks you to take him home with your car. You refuse kindly (or so you think it's kind) saying that it's really time for you to get going. Friend argues that you already spent half an hour beyond your time; why don't you take him home? You kindly refuse once more (refer to previous phrase in parenthesis) and kindly offer him money for a cab. He says screw you and heads a taxi but not before flipping you off. You speed off into the night, pumping your anger into the pedal and actually reaching a hundred kilometers per hour. And then you exclaim really, really loudly, "SHIT!" before slamming your fists strongly into the steering wheel.

The present. You're a goddamn piece of shit.

Funny stuff

Well, maybe it's funny.

Ever notice how gay people spell 'boy' as 'boi'? My friend takes that to the next level.

[22:39] Scream Emo Nemo: oh, and...i know i'm famous when people make toys out of me
[22:42] solitaire_guy11: one day, they'll make a butt plug out of you.
[22:44] Scream Emo Nemo: ay gai

Fight Club

I want somebody to punch me in the face. I want to fight somebody, brutally. I want to fight until my teeth fucking bleed. I want to scream in fury and in anger at my weak arms, barely powerful enough to actually hurt somebody. And then maybe, I' d start writing--I'd start living.

Good music you're missing out on

Hello. I'm listening to the Strokes and I'm pissed off at the fact that you're missing out on good music, just because the only shit you consume is hip-hop and mainstream rock. (Oh yeah, Pete Wentz, I'm looking at your overrated ass.) I mean, is there any other music that you listen to besides from Fall Out Boy and whoever? Well, I'm gonna admit that I don't really knock off all of hip-hop; I like songs with lyrics that aren't about bling, sex, cash and niggas. And I like Kanye West for the fact that his clothes fit.

I get a lot of good music from the radio, but I choose my stations--and they usually have no hip-hop (again, lyrics). Jam 88.3, Nu 107, sometimes that techno station 107.9 and sometimes that classical station 98.7 whenever I want to pretend I'm a conductor while I'm caught in traffic. I get a lot of good music there. I discovered the Magic Numbers, Peter Bjorn and John, (partly) the Strokes, Weezer, Razorlight, Phoenix, and a lot of other good shiz.

If you're not in my circle of friends (way to be elitist, Vic!) , then I'm guessing you don't listen to the kind of music I do and I can more or less pigeonhole you into the listener category which I loathe.

Bands!

(And these are just some.)

1. The Strokes
2. Apples in Stereo
3. Peter Bjorn and John
4. The New Pornographers
5. Kaiser Chiefs
6. Aerosmith
7. The Who
8. Jimi Hendrix (And the JH Experience too)
9. Daft Punk (And that's not even rock.)
10. Death Cab for Cutie

If you could, give me a peso for every band you don't know, and I'll give you five if you do know a band or two.

Lemme end this post (that sucks because I'm too pissed to think straight) with a couple of charts which express my opinions.

Well, the caption for that pic from DieselSweeties.com (great webcomic) is that it's elitist. Meh.

Take a look at that last chart. Yes, Miley Cyrus and Ashley Simpson. You're shitting on those good people. (I got it from Cracked.Com, by the way. It's by Winston Rowntree.)

Anyway, maybe you'll hear more from me about it. Maybe. Thanks for reading.

Therapy

Wednesday afternoon. I know I should be doing something worthwhile. Watch the award-winning, deep movies I bought in Divisoria. Finish the books in my library. But no, I'm here using the internet. The internet. It's like a wonderful void, a place of mindless mindfuck wherein you mindlessly waste the already limited time of your life. If you're on the internet this summer vacation and you're bored, that means you're not doing anything worthwhile--and that life, short, appears long.

Seriously, seriously scary.

Being an existentialist, i.e. a firm believer in free will, this article just made my skin cold. I think I'm kinda lucky that I'm kinda sleepy tonight so I don't grasp the full horror of this article, but here's a highlight on David Wong's article from Cracked.Com (Yes, it's from Cracked--SHIT) about how scary Heisenberg's discoveries are.

Now, I'm going to follow the same disclaimer he did.

TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT.

If you do want to read it, just press Ctrl + A as to highlight the text.

Enjoy. Err. Or not. REALLY NOT.
Heisenberg let out a long laugh. "Fool! When you were a babe at your mother's crotch, you had a brain built on the genes handed down by your parents! And they got theirs from their parents, all the way back to the first life formed by an accidental cell mutation! And everything you've seen or heard in your life since was fired into your brain as electrical nerve impulses from your eyes and ears. We can measure those impulses! They are physical things! And each of those impulses, what you called 'sights' and 'sounds' threw certain chemical switches in your brain, all of which can also be observed and measured! And those switches, as they turn as predictably as gears in a clock, are what we call 'thoughts' and 'emotions!' And what you know as your 'self' is just the accumulation of chemical changes made to a genetic blueprint! We could change it in a lab! We could make you fall in love! We could make your soul from scratch! EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER HEARD ABOUT FREE WILL VERSUS FATE CAN NOW BE MEASURED IN A LABORATORY! THE DEBATE IS OVER!"

Verse Attack - Number 1

I had a reasonably good following when my blog was at its high. I made a lot of long, good posts, and about eight of my friends read it and about five of them really appreciated it. With my first post, I predicted that my blog would eventually burn out due to ningas kugon. I was right. After about twenty posts, I stopped for about two weeks. A few days before the stop, I was considering to write on a daily or an MWF-ly basis.

Last week ago, Yna, a friend of mine (Geez, Vic, of course, only your friends read your fucking blog!) told me to post on my blog again and that she didn't want my last post to be about furry sex. About a month ago, my professor told me to write a book about religion. I was supposed to respond with something like this:

Four reasons I can't write a book about religion (or at least, why it's difficult):
1. Ningas kugon - The start of the book would probably be great, but it progressively gets lamer as the reader moves further.
2. I haven't read much. If I wanted to deconstruct it, I'd have to bury myself in catholic, atheist and agnostic texts, including the bible and The God Delusion. (On a side note, a lot of people in Gaia's Extended Discussion forum diss Dawkins for critiquing religion without really reading the bible. I'm not sure how true that claim is.) For me to do that, I'd need loads of Red Bull, coffee, alcohol and possibly weed, and I need to dump my internet.
3. I'd need even more Red Bull, coffee, alcohol and weed to even finish it.
4. I'd be a pioneer in the agnostic and atheist movement in the Philippines, and I'm going to get some serious flaming from the religious bigots in this wonderful, enlighted nation. At least I'm going to get that from my parents, and I'm more worried about scorn from then than from a mindless, faceless mob. If I'm going to get the heat, I don't want to be alone.

But if I ever do get to write it, I think it'll be the greatest achievement in my life. I want to die about a year after.

What's Verse Attack?

Last Sunday I went to church. Well, not really. Mom went to the mall because she had to buy some stuff before it closed, so she dropped me there so I can go on my own. Being a non-believer, I didn't want to, so I spent most of the hour reading on a seat in the fabulous mall near Greenbelt--err--whatever the name of that church is. With about fifteen minutes left in the mass, mom told me where she was and I met with her thinking I attended somewhere else in the area.

Verse Attack, right.

Here's my weekly mass routine:
1. Turn off hearing for the first fifteen minutes.
2. Try listening to the readings. Deconstruct texts.
3. Get pissed at pastor for doing a cliche homily (which consists of starting with a joke, making an acronym like WATCH or HOLY or whatever.)
4. Turn off hearing again.
5. Say peace to mom.
6. Hold mom's hand when it's Our Father time.
7. Communion time. Tell mom I'm going inside so she'd think I'll come to get communion and pray and what not.
8. Talk to Jesus and tell him how sorry I feel for him that most of the people in the church don't follow him the way they should be.
9. Get one of those random little paper verses.
10. Bla bla bla end of mass.

So, look at number nine. See, at Greenbelt whatsitname church there's a bowl of random bible verses. Here's what I do with them:

THE ACTUAL VERSE ATTACK

"I have come that they may have life and that they may have it abundantly."

John 10:10

Real life does not come in finding yourself... It comes from him.

I think this kind of implies that you should fuck identity and fuck self-discovery and you should just go find Jesus.

It's kinda hard to find Jesus. I mean, what gospel should I follow? Because you do know that every gospel is really different from one another? Or should I just cherrypick the good stuff like organized religion does? And how do I find Jesus in the bible when the first gospel was written 33 years after his death?

I think, if ever, I'll just pretend like everybody else does. You know, at least once a year with those sobby retreats.

"If two of you join your voices on earth to pray for anything whatsoever, it shall be granted you by my Father in heaven."

Matthew 18:19

Where two or three are gathered in prayer, the Lord is present.

I really feel sorry for the solitary guy that prays for a pet dinosaur.

Wasn't there a text in the gospels that whenever you pray, you should lock your door and pray privately? I'm confused.

Oh, while we're on the subject. I always see these petitions in the church. On a piece of paper is a really long prayer and if you pray that everyday for a month or two or whatever nine times a die and bla bla bla and leave nine copies in the church, whatever you wish for shall be granted and it has never been known to fail.

I wanted to try it out. I wanted to ask for a pet dinosaur or for Jesus to come ride a bike with me ET style, but it's so damn boring and tedious.

And so that's Verse Attack, kids!

Thanks to http://www.sandersweb.net/bible/verse.php, I can get a verse everday or every MWF so I could do that everyday! Isn't that great?