Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Novel-Logged
Me and my big mouth are still deep in thought about the whole novel thing. It's as if I couldn't function properly in real life until I sorted out all of the concepts I need.
Am I taking this thing a little too seriously? Maybe... *sigh* Maybe. But at least I value my passion for the arts. Ever heard of people who would die for their art? Those who would eventually go crazy as their whole world gets swallowed by their own creation. I can think of God as one of those people.
But back to the novel, I feel better and more reassured in its completion if it were something I could relate to. One of the tactics I have tried employing is living out the novel; living out my character so I would know how it feels like.
As days passed, I realized how much my novel resembles my life. It's going to be something like a journal or diary. Yes, it will be based on real people in my life. Yes, it is still fiction. Yes, I am still thinking about it.
It has gone to the point where I would forget things almost instantly; forgetting to use shampoo, using shampoo twice due to paranoia in forgetting to use it, need I say more? I have also been growing numb to my environment; staring blindly into space while walking, failing to recognize anyone who passes, seeing things, dreaming things, killing things with my mind. It's all so surreal.
Blue Hour must be made.
Am I taking this thing a little too seriously? Maybe... *sigh* Maybe. But at least I value my passion for the arts. Ever heard of people who would die for their art? Those who would eventually go crazy as their whole world gets swallowed by their own creation. I can think of God as one of those people.
But back to the novel, I feel better and more reassured in its completion if it were something I could relate to. One of the tactics I have tried employing is living out the novel; living out my character so I would know how it feels like.
As days passed, I realized how much my novel resembles my life. It's going to be something like a journal or diary. Yes, it will be based on real people in my life. Yes, it is still fiction. Yes, I am still thinking about it.
It has gone to the point where I would forget things almost instantly; forgetting to use shampoo, using shampoo twice due to paranoia in forgetting to use it, need I say more? I have also been growing numb to my environment; staring blindly into space while walking, failing to recognize anyone who passes, seeing things, dreaming things, killing things with my mind. It's all so surreal.
Blue Hour must be made.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Vʻing It Like Vendetta?
What up, mouth readers? Me and my big mouth are back again with second thoughts for the novel. By "second" I mean "after first" not "doubtful" since it is my second post under this section. I guess thatʻs too much explanation for clever wordplay...
I had an 11-hour 35-minute flight to San Francisco for urgent family matters there. It has been close to five years since I went to America; let alone ride a plane. I noticed that each seat in the economy class now has its own LCD, with a set of movies, TV shows, and games. WOW! Flights of fancy indeed!
I was glad that I saw "V for Vendetta" there! I heard it was a pretty awesome movie. November 5 in 9gag and all that. I decided to give it a generous two-hour gander and the movie really got to me...
Not that I have a Guy Fawkes mask-wearing vindicator with inhuman strength and immoral numbness seeking vengeance for a totalitarian government who scared its people to silent submission... Rather, itʻs the the idea of chaos and anarchy like that first introduced to me by Heath Ledgerʻs Joker.
Just imagine a V whose weapon is music, along with five people who share the same passion in different forms. This man Iʻm planning would have gone through the same degree of emotional and physical torment... only through his eyes. This man isnʻt seeking vengeance but is merely sharing his "talent." Okay, things always get interesting if the protagonist is crazy and takes drugs... whoops, I said too much.
Oh yeah, why Blue Hour? I donʻt know either... But it has something to do with the fact that itʻs neither day or night and the protagonist is neither good nor bad. Itʻs a harmony of both to create the perfect blue... something beautiful. But remember, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
P.S. The protagonist is also the antagonist.
I had an 11-hour 35-minute flight to San Francisco for urgent family matters there. It has been close to five years since I went to America; let alone ride a plane. I noticed that each seat in the economy class now has its own LCD, with a set of movies, TV shows, and games. WOW! Flights of fancy indeed!
I was glad that I saw "V for Vendetta" there! I heard it was a pretty awesome movie. November 5 in 9gag and all that. I decided to give it a generous two-hour gander and the movie really got to me...
Just imagine a V whose weapon is music, along with five people who share the same passion in different forms. This man Iʻm planning would have gone through the same degree of emotional and physical torment... only through his eyes. This man isnʻt seeking vengeance but is merely sharing his "talent." Okay, things always get interesting if the protagonist is crazy and takes drugs... whoops, I said too much.
Oh yeah, why Blue Hour? I donʻt know either... But it has something to do with the fact that itʻs neither day or night and the protagonist is neither good nor bad. Itʻs a harmony of both to create the perfect blue... something beautiful. But remember, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
P.S. The protagonist is also the antagonist.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
So How Do I Start This?
Me and my big mouth are opening up once again with a new section in the blog. Remember what I said about a new blog incorporating music, literature, drawings and hopefully videos/animations?
If not, you know what to do.
If you do, then... well, you know. Anyways, this is just a post about possible ideas.
First of all, transition. Not the transition within the story but rather, my transition. After finishing my Little Prince soundtrack (LP), I plan to go on a musical hiatus for the time being. And now I'm thinking of writing a novel?
Well, first of all. I'm the kind of guy who doesn't have any clear side or stand. I'm more of the guy who weighs out all pros and cons of a situation, interprets, and reflects on 'em. I had it made with Life of Pi and the Little Prince because they are both clear references and plots I can reflect upon and create musically. So I decided to make a story which I can make a soundtrack out of.
So why not just make the soundtrack with the story in mind right away? I wanna work on writing, a skill I barely use nowadays. I hope that makes things clear.
After transition is medium. Besides this being a Novelog (Novel + Blog), I was thinking of an audio novel, a live sequence, or something of pure animation.
Hmmm... for a novel, it's all about the words. It's the words that create the atmosphere for the reader to immerse in the author's world. It's the words that capture every detail that is fabricated in the reader's mind. It's the words that send shivers down the readers' retinas all the way down to their spines.
If I use sound, the novel would basically linger inside people's heads; the readers' knowledge of sounds tell them the story with minimal effort of understanding since it is lost for words. However, words have that certain mystique that sound can never emulate.
The fact is that with sound and video, people are guided throughout the story with more than one sense. This makes the story practically tell itself. With words, one only uses his/her eyes and it's up to the readers to tell themselves the story according to their understanding.
Oh, and last is the genre. I was thinking of something with many references to existing forms of media; allusions if you will. It's gonna focus more on sci-fi, suspense, adventure, realism, slight surrealism, and music; hopefully with a tinge of social, religious, and political satires to boot. Oh well, it may as well be a twisted autobiography as well. Kinda like those journals people make about their secret life in worldwide espionage except that it isn't true. Well, true in the sense of how that particular person looks at the world.
Oh yeah, the title of the novel is Blue Hour. More on that later...
If not, you know what to do.
If you do, then... well, you know. Anyways, this is just a post about possible ideas.
First of all, transition. Not the transition within the story but rather, my transition. After finishing my Little Prince soundtrack (LP), I plan to go on a musical hiatus for the time being. And now I'm thinking of writing a novel?
Well, first of all. I'm the kind of guy who doesn't have any clear side or stand. I'm more of the guy who weighs out all pros and cons of a situation, interprets, and reflects on 'em. I had it made with Life of Pi and the Little Prince because they are both clear references and plots I can reflect upon and create musically. So I decided to make a story which I can make a soundtrack out of.
So why not just make the soundtrack with the story in mind right away? I wanna work on writing, a skill I barely use nowadays. I hope that makes things clear.
After transition is medium. Besides this being a Novelog (Novel + Blog), I was thinking of an audio novel, a live sequence, or something of pure animation.
Hmmm... for a novel, it's all about the words. It's the words that create the atmosphere for the reader to immerse in the author's world. It's the words that capture every detail that is fabricated in the reader's mind. It's the words that send shivers down the readers' retinas all the way down to their spines.
If I use sound, the novel would basically linger inside people's heads; the readers' knowledge of sounds tell them the story with minimal effort of understanding since it is lost for words. However, words have that certain mystique that sound can never emulate.
The fact is that with sound and video, people are guided throughout the story with more than one sense. This makes the story practically tell itself. With words, one only uses his/her eyes and it's up to the readers to tell themselves the story according to their understanding.
Oh, and last is the genre. I was thinking of something with many references to existing forms of media; allusions if you will. It's gonna focus more on sci-fi, suspense, adventure, realism, slight surrealism, and music; hopefully with a tinge of social, religious, and political satires to boot. Oh well, it may as well be a twisted autobiography as well. Kinda like those journals people make about their secret life in worldwide espionage except that it isn't true. Well, true in the sense of how that particular person looks at the world.
Oh yeah, the title of the novel is Blue Hour. More on that later...
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Watermelon Seeds, Cholesterol, Horse Testicles, Free White Mocha Frap, Chris Corner, and a Beautiful Waxing Crescent
Me and my big mouth had a great day back in the province. Are you ready, Diary? This is going to be a long one...
Dear Diary,
I had a great day in the province. (Yup, it's worth repeating) In fact, it's so great that it would be a futile attempt to summarize it in just one go. So I decided to divide said day into to sub-topics so you could keep up, Diary.
Watermelon Seeds
What was I missing? I never knew you could eat these things; let alone how much time it could pass. Once you crack the shell and eat the nut inside (which surprisingly tastes like tea), it's hard to stop. I found my new snack which apparently has less salt than your standard peanut with all the nuttiness nutrition a standard peanut can offer. Funny thing though, I have a cousin who hates these seeds, because his logic goes like this:
You don't just get the seeds and throw the watermelon away. One has to eat a watermelon, spit out the seeds, dry them, and then salt them. Even though the seed has already gone through drying and salting, the fact that these seeds have been in someone's mouth disturbs him.
Cholesterol
Oh yeah, why did we go to the province, Diary? We were running low on vinegar. And why not buy from your usual grocery? Because vinegar from the province kicks so much more ass than commercial vinegar! So you're saying Diary that we went all the way to the province just for vinegar? We SO could! But don't forget, Diary. It's nearing All Souls' Day. We have to pay a visit to my uncle and my cousin (his daughter) who both died of kidney failure. My cousin's kidneys failed first so my uncle donated his. Unfortunately, his kidney eventually failed as well. Scary thing is that it runs in the family... RIP
Why won't it run in the family? We live on eating anything salty from chicharon (local pork rinds) with vinegar, to fresh-from-the-river seafood with vinegar. Anyway, back to cholesterol.
Remember, "fresh-from the river" seafood. We have boiled shrimp served with sour mangoes. We have live, raw river crabs (talangka) salted and eaten with vinegar. MORE RIVER CRABS. MORE VINEGAR. It's a stomach killer if you're not used to it and a heart killer since it's pure protein and cholesterol in a shell. My dad can only eat two. I ate eight. Good times... It's been a while since I ate those bad boys, err, I mean bad girls.
Fun facts:
The females are easier to pry open.
Yes, gay crabs exist.
The female and gay crabs have more fat. YUM!
Horse Testicles
If you think it's my first time seeing horse testicles or that horse testicles have something to do with my family pastime, you are so wrong in so many ways, Diary. The cemetery is near a barangay (a subdivsion of sorts) called Barangay Bayag-Kabayo; translated, Horse Testicles. As funny as it sounds, it's no laughing matter. It's been an infamous site and burial place of many salvage victims since there is also a crude cemetery in the area. Don't worry, that's not where we're going, Diary.
For more funny names of places in the Philippines, click the orange, out-of-place hyperlink disguised as understandable text to guide the reader more efficiently to an appropriate site.
Free White Mocha Frap
It's been a while since I've dropped by Starbucks... There happened to be a promo in Starbucks, my mom had a load of receipts, so it's FREE FRAPS all around for the entire family! (except for you Diary, you're not family) Suddenly, memories of freshman year flash before my eyes... whatever.
Chris Corner
I have been listening to Sneaker Pimps and IAMX during the entire trip. I just realized how awesome this man is. Besides having these two projects under his belt, he writes, sings, and produces all of his songs. One of the best frontmen I know. I'd say he's a cross between Brendon Urie and Lady Gaga. He's known for the trip-hop sound back in the 90's and now with the cabaret-esque synth-pop atmosphere with operatic vocals IAMX is known for. This man makes me bi-curious and atheist in so many ways... No, Diary. This is not a phase... this is just music. And his is simply enchanting and passionate.
A Beautiful Waxing Crescent
The moon looks bigger than usual the night we arrived back home. A happy Halloween I guess. A hauntingly beautiful way to end the day...
Though this is not the original picture, this it what it looked like; with the actual color and angle. Obviously not the actual size.
As always, your silence is reassuring, Diary.
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
Dear Diary,
I had a great day in the province. (Yup, it's worth repeating) In fact, it's so great that it would be a futile attempt to summarize it in just one go. So I decided to divide said day into to sub-topics so you could keep up, Diary.
Watermelon Seeds
What was I missing? I never knew you could eat these things; let alone how much time it could pass. Once you crack the shell and eat the nut inside (which surprisingly tastes like tea), it's hard to stop. I found my new snack which apparently has less salt than your standard peanut with all the nuttiness nutrition a standard peanut can offer. Funny thing though, I have a cousin who hates these seeds, because his logic goes like this:
You don't just get the seeds and throw the watermelon away. One has to eat a watermelon, spit out the seeds, dry them, and then salt them. Even though the seed has already gone through drying and salting, the fact that these seeds have been in someone's mouth disturbs him.
Cholesterol
Oh yeah, why did we go to the province, Diary? We were running low on vinegar. And why not buy from your usual grocery? Because vinegar from the province kicks so much more ass than commercial vinegar! So you're saying Diary that we went all the way to the province just for vinegar? We SO could! But don't forget, Diary. It's nearing All Souls' Day. We have to pay a visit to my uncle and my cousin (his daughter) who both died of kidney failure. My cousin's kidneys failed first so my uncle donated his. Unfortunately, his kidney eventually failed as well. Scary thing is that it runs in the family... RIP
Why won't it run in the family? We live on eating anything salty from chicharon (local pork rinds) with vinegar, to fresh-from-the-river seafood with vinegar. Anyway, back to cholesterol.
Remember, "fresh-from the river" seafood. We have boiled shrimp served with sour mangoes. We have live, raw river crabs (talangka) salted and eaten with vinegar. MORE RIVER CRABS. MORE VINEGAR. It's a stomach killer if you're not used to it and a heart killer since it's pure protein and cholesterol in a shell. My dad can only eat two. I ate eight. Good times... It's been a while since I ate those bad boys, err, I mean bad girls.
The females are easier to pry open.
Yes, gay crabs exist.
The female and gay crabs have more fat. YUM!
Horse Testicles
If you think it's my first time seeing horse testicles or that horse testicles have something to do with my family pastime, you are so wrong in so many ways, Diary. The cemetery is near a barangay (a subdivsion of sorts) called Barangay Bayag-Kabayo; translated, Horse Testicles. As funny as it sounds, it's no laughing matter. It's been an infamous site and burial place of many salvage victims since there is also a crude cemetery in the area. Don't worry, that's not where we're going, Diary.
For more funny names of places in the Philippines, click the orange, out-of-place hyperlink disguised as understandable text to guide the reader more efficiently to an appropriate site.
Free White Mocha Frap
It's been a while since I've dropped by Starbucks... There happened to be a promo in Starbucks, my mom had a load of receipts, so it's FREE FRAPS all around for the entire family! (except for you Diary, you're not family) Suddenly, memories of freshman year flash before my eyes... whatever.
Chris Corner
A Beautiful Waxing Crescent
The moon looks bigger than usual the night we arrived back home. A happy Halloween I guess. A hauntingly beautiful way to end the day...
As always, your silence is reassuring, Diary.
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Happy 1000th!
Me and my big mouth wishes everyone a delightful time of day. Why delightful? Because I am finally accepting e-fanmail. For a second post in Fictional Fanmail, that's a lot of progress let me tell you. Besides that, I have reached 1000 views! Congrats to all the readers, followers, net servers, and free times that made it all possible.
We have our very first e-mail from "imfirstbitch" saying:
Okay, a big shout-out to imfirstbitch for that very inspiring idea, YOU RULE DOG! Stay tuned readers. When I gain enough hype and rep around here, I'm gonna start working on that "2ND BLOG."
In the meantime, I'mma start working on the other labels. Keep sending in your fanmail peeps! It's very much appreciated.
Me and my big mouth, closed.
We have our very first e-mail from "imfirstbitch" saying:
'Sup M.A.M.B.M.
I'm first bitch! Btw, lovin' your blog! Unlike those bitches who snail-mailed before me who love you way more that they should. Anyhows, aside from your blog right here, what else do you do for fun? It would be pretty kick-ass if you'd write a novel or somethin'. Post more of your tracks too! Piece of Pi was an epic way to start your career, if you have any... LOL, just playin' dog. But seriously, you got potential here. Peace out!Hmmm... you know what? I'll consider that, imfirstbitch. After sprucing up this blog, I'm gonna make a new one completely dedicated to said novel. In fact, I'm gonna integrate my music into that novel. So... it's gonna be a combination of blogging, music, literature, and possibly even videos! God, this is gonna be one hell of a project.
Okay, a big shout-out to imfirstbitch for that very inspiring idea, YOU RULE DOG! Stay tuned readers. When I gain enough hype and rep around here, I'm gonna start working on that "2ND BLOG."
In the meantime, I'mma start working on the other labels. Keep sending in your fanmail peeps! It's very much appreciated.
Me and my big mouth, closed.
Learning Helplessness
Me and my big mouth. Here. Blogging. 11:47 PM. October 26, 2011. My house. Family computer. Windows XP SP2. Seriously I still have an XP? At least it's not a Vista... Serial number: Too personal. Hmmm. Fine, I got no intros planned for this one.
Dear Diary,
How's the sem break doing for you, Diary? We haven't gotten in touch for a while since I'm also working on other blog posts. Don't fret though, this post will be a good personal one. I promise.
It occurred to me that I have a fixed face that's either dead serious or freakishly happy. To back this fact up I have two artists in music I am a fan of:
Sincerely mine,
Dear Diary,
How's the sem break doing for you, Diary? We haven't gotten in touch for a while since I'm also working on other blog posts. Don't fret though, this post will be a good personal one. I promise.
It occurred to me that I have a fixed face that's either dead serious or freakishly happy. To back this fact up I have two artists in music I am a fan of:
TRICKY
&
APHEX TWIN (As seen in Fictional Fear Factors)
So Diary, what does these two have in connection with my face you ask? A LOT.
Anyway Diary, besides this face preset I have, I am also a social introvert; basically, a guy who can hang with others but prefers to be alone. Why?
I usually speak in English back then, in an environment of provincial and local students. Due to this, I am not often listened to. Even in high school, when I learned to grasp Tagalog I couldn't get anyone to take me seriously. You see, I was always seen back then as an English-speaking, goody two-shoes, tall nerd who hasn't uttered a single curse or bad word. It wasn't all bad, in fact, I was the teachers' pet and the sisters' future-priest (Catholic school) without even trying.
After my valedictory speech (might as well be proud of it), I made a promise to myself. I will listen attentively to anyone speaking so that they won't feel what I felt when I wasn't listened to. Lastly, I won't talk to anyone unless they talk to me. If you won't listen, I might as well save my breath and spit for someone who deserves it.
So that's what society did to me back then, Diary. Learned helplessness. I learned to stop speaking and save my voice for those who are actually listening. In retrospect, it may also be a lingering fear of social rejection and alienation. Is it wrong if I do not want other people to know me better since I am sparing them from the most uninteresting and boring person of their lives?
I speak more Tagalog nowadays but I still keep my English accent in case I need it. It's very handy for establishing professional rapports, presenting oral reports, interviews, drama and the theater, and voice-acting. If you want a sampler of my voice, watch The Park Bench produced and animated by Trevor Viloria.
Oh well... I hope I can get over this social dilemma soon, Diary. It's now 12:48 AM, one hour since I started. I should get some shut-eye. For now, I am really thankful for my family and friends. Thanks guys for coping with my dullness. I'm really glad that I don't waste anything when I talk to you guys.
I guess I need someone to talk to and I am beyond willing to listen. That's why I got you, Diary...
Bittersweet, ain't it?
Bittersweet, ain't it?
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
This Will Change Your Life
Me and my big mouth are opening up with an all-new segment! Fictional Fanmail, where my imaginary audience finally gives me a piece of their non-existent minds. All letters under this segment are REAL and are from REAL people; I mean that in the most ironic way possible.
Enough fiddle-faddle then! On to the first fanmail from... everyone who has read my blog!
Wow! Let's open it up!
Well...
..........
..........
This is probably the BEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME! I was really aiming for an asshole-esque, bitch-like, bullshit-approach for my blog. Besides that, my blog is really jamming their computers! It must be a real party over there when you guys are reading my blog.
In fact, they love my blog so much, they wanna fuck me... Okay guys, loving my blog is one thing, but making love with me is entirely different. Control yourselves! Sheesh... and I thought I had problems.
Listen readers, the best way to fuck with someone is to mess them up with your bullshit. Exactly what my blog is doing right now... But that message only goes to those who sent me this first fanmail.
Sarcasm; the kind of bullshit that fucks everyone up. The title says it all, doesn't it?
Enough fiddle-faddle then! On to the first fanmail from... everyone who has read my blog!
Wow! Let's open it up!
Well...
..........
..........
This is probably the BEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME! I was really aiming for an asshole-esque, bitch-like, bullshit-approach for my blog. Besides that, my blog is really jamming their computers! It must be a real party over there when you guys are reading my blog.
In fact, they love my blog so much, they wanna fuck me... Okay guys, loving my blog is one thing, but making love with me is entirely different. Control yourselves! Sheesh... and I thought I had problems.
Listen readers, the best way to fuck with someone is to mess them up with your bullshit. Exactly what my blog is doing right now... But that message only goes to those who sent me this first fanmail.
Sarcasm; the kind of bullshit that fucks everyone up. The title says it all, doesn't it?
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Sem Break: Paradigm Shift
Me and my big mouth are enjoying the sem break. By enjoying, I mean visiting analytical and pharmaceutical labs for possible OJT and future job opportunities. We are now live blogging in a meeting room like a real boss, which is really not as epic as it sounds, since I'm not part of the meeting...
Anyway, I've gone through a lot these past four days; the so-called "What am I doing with my life?" phase. I've prepared a should-do list that I must accomplish before this vacation ends.
I'm not usually good with lists... but my fellow bloggers are doing it, so hey, why not? Speaking of fellow bloggers who could probably make more sense than my experimental ramblings, here they are:
Hmmm... this is fun. Let's have another go at it, shall we?
What I should probably make a list of:
Going back to more pressing matters...
THE SHOULD-DO LIST:
1. Get myself a compartmentalized tea-box and become a tea connoisseur as well as organizing tea intake by days. For instance:
4. Scope through various companies for future job opportunities.
5. Get an iPad 2. (Optional)
6. Regain weight due to the stresses of the last semester.
7. Finish my Little Prince soundtrack.
8. Finish our film.
9. Get a LAN Cable.
10. Finalize my music projects and collaborators.
11. Read more on Jean-Paul Sartre's "Essays in Existentialism."
12. Read more on "Radiohead & Philosophy."
Hopefully, I aim to be a more focused and more organized individual without sacrificing fun. I should establish myself as a tea-loving, music-making, philsophical, chemistry-oriented, business student of the Ateneo.
Me and my big mouth, closed.
What do you think of the new ending?
Anyway, I've gone through a lot these past four days; the so-called "What am I doing with my life?" phase. I've prepared a should-do list that I must accomplish before this vacation ends.
I'm not usually good with lists... but my fellow bloggers are doing it, so hey, why not? Speaking of fellow bloggers who could probably make more sense than my experimental ramblings, here they are:
Hmmm... this is fun. Let's have another go at it, shall we?
What I should probably make a list of:
- My future downloads
- My archives
- Music
- Movies
- Pictures
- Games
- Applications
- My wishlists
- Christmas
- Birthday
- Graduation
- Immediate Wants
- Future Wishes
- Selfless Wishes
- My future blog posts
- My future compositions
- My future projects
Going back to more pressing matters...
THE SHOULD-DO LIST:
1. Get myself a compartmentalized tea-box and become a tea connoisseur as well as organizing tea intake by days. For instance:
- Green Mondays
- Chai Tuesdays
- Peppermint Wednesdays
- Tarragon Thursdays
- Chamomile Fridays
- English Saturdays
- Earl Grey Sundays (My favorite!)
- Mellow Mondays
- Trip-Hop Tuesdays
- Alternative Wednesdays
- Classical Thursdays
- Electro Fridays
- Screamo Saturdays
- Soundtrack Sundays
4. Scope through various companies for future job opportunities.
5. Get an iPad 2. (Optional)
6. Regain weight due to the stresses of the last semester.
7. Finish my Little Prince soundtrack.
8. Finish our film.
9. Get a LAN Cable.
10. Finalize my music projects and collaborators.
11. Read more on Jean-Paul Sartre's "Essays in Existentialism."
12. Read more on "Radiohead & Philosophy."
Hopefully, I aim to be a more focused and more organized individual without sacrificing fun. I should establish myself as a tea-loving, music-making, philsophical, chemistry-oriented, business student of the Ateneo.
Me and my big mouth, closed.
What do you think of the new ending?
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Lavender Town
Me and my big mouth are here once again with the same introductions. So yeah, we're back in Writer's Block where we let the music compensate for the lack of thoughts for a better post. This time around we focus on a tune that gives true Pokemon fans a nostalgia boner every time.
As some of you may know, Lavender Town is part of the Kanto region in Generation 1 of the Pokemon universe. It is the sixth place you visit as I recall which is most memorable due to the infamous Ghost Tower erected there as a memorial for the souls of dead Pokemon. Yes, I have been quite the follower of Pokemon.
Anyway, a conspiracy has been spread across the internet a year ago about the theme music heard in Lavender Town as well as the Ghost Tower and its inhabitants. It is known as Lavender Town Syndrome. Long story, click the link.
Short story, there have been reports of mass suicides and illnesses of children aged 7-12 in Japan upon hearing the original Lavender Town theme music in Pokemon Red and Green due to certain frequencies and images formed when translating the sound into images. The sound engineer who translated the sound found out with his powerful ear that there was a certain frequency missing which made Lavender Town sound incomplete. His friend added it in (after he died) and some shocking images were displayed.
Look, I'm a bit skeptical about this but either way, I love the hauntingly beautiful tune of Lavender Town and I, too, believed that there was indeed something missing. Yes, I am a sound engineer. Yes, I got an ear for frequencies. Yes, my roommate found this out by accident after viewing the Gary Motherf***ing Oak meme. But no, I did not want it to sound more devious than it's current reputation.
Lavender Town was missing beauty. I added more instruments and an additional chord sequence that fit the "hauntingly beautiful" theme perfectly while still remaining faithful to the original. Plus, I sampled a classic horror string sound effect.
P.S. If you play this song in iTunes on repeat, it loops just like in the game.
You're never too scared to move... on. Face the music and make the best out of it.
P.S. I just noticed that the song cut at about 4:24 onwards. That was my bad. It wasn't an intended abrupt cut at the climax to creep you out rather it was an editing mistake I never checked since I made this video at 2 in the morning.
As some of you may know, Lavender Town is part of the Kanto region in Generation 1 of the Pokemon universe. It is the sixth place you visit as I recall which is most memorable due to the infamous Ghost Tower erected there as a memorial for the souls of dead Pokemon. Yes, I have been quite the follower of Pokemon.
Anyway, a conspiracy has been spread across the internet a year ago about the theme music heard in Lavender Town as well as the Ghost Tower and its inhabitants. It is known as Lavender Town Syndrome. Long story, click the link.
Short story, there have been reports of mass suicides and illnesses of children aged 7-12 in Japan upon hearing the original Lavender Town theme music in Pokemon Red and Green due to certain frequencies and images formed when translating the sound into images. The sound engineer who translated the sound found out with his powerful ear that there was a certain frequency missing which made Lavender Town sound incomplete. His friend added it in (after he died) and some shocking images were displayed.
Look, I'm a bit skeptical about this but either way, I love the hauntingly beautiful tune of Lavender Town and I, too, believed that there was indeed something missing. Yes, I am a sound engineer. Yes, I got an ear for frequencies. Yes, my roommate found this out by accident after viewing the Gary Motherf***ing Oak meme. But no, I did not want it to sound more devious than it's current reputation.
Lavender Town was missing beauty. I added more instruments and an additional chord sequence that fit the "hauntingly beautiful" theme perfectly while still remaining faithful to the original. Plus, I sampled a classic horror string sound effect.
P.S. If you play this song in iTunes on repeat, it loops just like in the game.
P.S. I just noticed that the song cut at about 4:24 onwards. That was my bad. It wasn't an intended abrupt cut at the climax to creep you out rather it was an editing mistake I never checked since I made this video at 2 in the morning.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Deafeningly Silent
Me and my big mouth are back fronting the overly underrated self-titled blog. Antonyms aside, how am I doing? The answer lies in the title and stands out so much, it's overstood. Is that understood?
Fine, I'll stop. Anyway, I've been silent, blog-wise, life-wise, likewise. I'm just busy. With what you ask? (I just love pretending you guys care.) (I just love addressing an imaginary audience.) (I just love side-quotes.) (Okay, too much parentheses!) "I just love self-contradictions..." "Apparently, you can never have too much love (otherwise it'll become obsession)." "Obsession is the worst thing that can happen to a guy in love. - My cousin" "Wait, can I use another person's quote as a side-quote?" "I got an idea. Maybe if I type it this way..."
" "Obsession is the worst thing that can happen to a guy in love." - My cousin "
"Technically, it's still a side-quote... but an original quote at the same time." "Okay too much quotation marks!" [Hmmm... that's better...] [Oh no...] [I think I have overused ellipses as well...] [By ellipses, I mean the three consecutive dots of uncertainty and "to-be-continudity," not the ovals.] [For those who are green, "to-be continuedness" Happy?] [Addressing with the imaginary audience again.] [Something doesn't feel right.] [It's like I forgot something.] [Oh yeah, what am I busy with you ask?] [I bet you thought I was gonna say that there were too much brackets.] [I also bet you were gonna say that I somehow defied all known laws of side-quoting.] {If there is such a thing...} {No, I did not see what I just did there.} {This is all completely impromptu and spontaneous.} {I was typing this as I thought it out.} (Yeah... either I'm lying or I lied.) (The truth is... I lied, that means I'm telling the truth right now.)
So what the fuck does this what-the-fuckery made by this what-the-fuck!er such as myself mean?
This just proves my points...
1. That I am deafeningly silent. I didn't speak... nor did I make any sound. But saying this blog post alone was deafening is an understatement. It is understatementingly deafening.
2. Antonyms and juxtapositions are cool.
3. All punctuation marks have the right to be used.
4. Too much of anything is bad.
5. "Obsession is the worst thing that can happen to a guy in love." - My cousin
6. Redundancy, repetition, self-contradiction, uncertainty, foul language, and especially bad grammar are things anyone should avoid. I only choose to embrace their unrealized potential. (Avant-garde/Non-conformist much?)
7. I have the right to be this random after months of not blogging. Consider this to be me and my big mouth UNLEASHED!
8. 7 is a lucky number for me but I needed one more number to say this statement. Damn it!
9. You'll never know what I was busy with!
- schoolwork. Happy now?
Plus, 9 is also my lucky number! I have this issue with ending my points in my lucky number. Would it make more sense if I said that all numbers for me are lucky? Well, except 666 and 13. (Superstitious much?)
Fine, I'll stop. Anyway, I've been silent, blog-wise, life-wise, likewise. I'm just busy. With what you ask? (I just love pretending you guys care.) (I just love addressing an imaginary audience.) (I just love side-quotes.) (Okay, too much parentheses!) "I just love self-contradictions..." "Apparently, you can never have too much love (otherwise it'll become obsession)." "Obsession is the worst thing that can happen to a guy in love. - My cousin" "Wait, can I use another person's quote as a side-quote?" "I got an idea. Maybe if I type it this way..."
" "Obsession is the worst thing that can happen to a guy in love." - My cousin "
"Technically, it's still a side-quote... but an original quote at the same time." "Okay too much quotation marks!" [Hmmm... that's better...] [Oh no...] [I think I have overused ellipses as well...] [By ellipses, I mean the three consecutive dots of uncertainty and "to-be-continudity," not the ovals.] [For those who are green, "to-be continuedness" Happy?] [Addressing with the imaginary audience again.] [Something doesn't feel right.] [It's like I forgot something.] [Oh yeah, what am I busy with you ask?] [I bet you thought I was gonna say that there were too much brackets.] [I also bet you were gonna say that I somehow defied all known laws of side-quoting.] {If there is such a thing...} {No, I did not see what I just did there.} {This is all completely impromptu and spontaneous.} {I was typing this as I thought it out.} (Yeah... either I'm lying or I lied.) (The truth is... I lied, that means I'm telling the truth right now.)
So what the fuck does this what-the-fuckery made by this what-the-fuck!er such as myself mean?
This just proves my points...
1. That I am deafeningly silent. I didn't speak... nor did I make any sound. But saying this blog post alone was deafening is an understatement. It is understatementingly deafening.
2. Antonyms and juxtapositions are cool.
3. All punctuation marks have the right to be used.
4. Too much of anything is bad.
5. "Obsession is the worst thing that can happen to a guy in love." - My cousin
6. Redundancy, repetition, self-contradiction, uncertainty, foul language, and especially bad grammar are things anyone should avoid. I only choose to embrace their unrealized potential. (Avant-garde/Non-conformist much?)
7. I have the right to be this random after months of not blogging. Consider this to be me and my big mouth UNLEASHED!
8. 7 is a lucky number for me but I needed one more number to say this statement. Damn it!
9. You'll never know what I was busy with!
- schoolwork. Happy now?
Plus, 9 is also my lucky number! I have this issue with ending my points in my lucky number. Would it make more sense if I said that all numbers for me are lucky? Well, except 666 and 13. (Superstitious much?)
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
My Blog Format
<start>
<insert title fulfilling one or more of the following conditions>
<br/>
(Condition_1: Two words with the same first letter,
Condition_2: Words that rhyme; better if Condition 1 is also satisfied
Condition_3: A cleverly recycled, already-used phrase; a modified cliche)
<br/>
<Intro:
<br/>
Me and my big mouth... (insert catchy wordplay and puns for a greeting).
*Optional - (insert sincere apologies in case of long delays between blog posts)
*Optional - Post a picture relevant to the subject at hand.>
<br/>
<The actual intro of the topic starts... {usually comprised of witty banters and sarcastic remarks about the negatives of the world we live in [mostly due to society... and every other aspect that falls into place (government, religion, philosophy, love, and all that shizz].}>
<Supporting points that are enumerated in a redundant err... I mean, repetitive... fashion to emphasize the topic at hand.(Mostly to prove that I am 100% right and to appear that I know more than everyone else.)
*Do not mind the crossed out side-quote. Admit it. We all want to know more about the world... doesn't mean that all we know about the world is right. But come on, is being right to others all we care about? Can't we be right to ourselves and be at peace with it?Hmmm...
*The supporting points are not joined in one paragraph... That's just boring. That's why they are called POINTS. If necessary, one point can have a paragraph each but never all points in one paragraph. Hey, I know stuff... but that don't mean I wanna put it out in a way only I can understand. The true genius is understood by everyone. There are always gonna be exceptions to this saying though. Trust me, I've been there...>
<Wait, what happended to the rest of the <br/>'s?>
<Final words are typed to appropriately close the blog post. This includes the summary, realization, and the AHA! moment usually in a satirical manner.(Along with the clever wordplay.)
*Even randomness has a form of organization. It's just a matter of finding where the smooth transition is, in the lines that are blurred.
*I just love how this format starts all algorithmic and slowly becomes more human with all the side-quotes, self-contradictions, and errors.>
FYI <br/> is a line break. It is the programming language equivalent for the ENTER key. It feels good, doesn't it... Your welcome. I know it's supposed to be "You're welcome"... but I ran out of clever wordplay. Satirical, ain't it?
P.S: I forgot to mention "Me and my big mouth" in the end...Damn it!
P.P.S: OH YEAH, I also forgot to insert </end>
<insert title fulfilling one or more of the following conditions>
<br/>
(Condition_1: Two words with the same first letter,
Condition_2: Words that rhyme; better if Condition 1 is also satisfied
Condition_3: A cleverly recycled, already-used phrase; a modified cliche)
<br/>
<Intro:
<br/>
Me and my big mouth... (insert catchy wordplay and puns for a greeting).
*Optional - (insert sincere apologies in case of long delays between blog posts)
*Optional - Post a picture relevant to the subject at hand.>
<br/>
<The actual intro of the topic starts... {usually comprised of witty banters and sarcastic remarks about the negatives of the world we live in [mostly due to society... and every other aspect that falls into place (government, religion, philosophy, love, and all that shizz].}>
<Supporting points that are enumerated in a redundant err... I mean, repetitive... fashion to emphasize the topic at hand.
*Do not mind the crossed out side-quote. Admit it. We all want to know more about the world... doesn't mean that all we know about the world is right. But come on, is being right to others all we care about? Can't we be right to ourselves and be at peace with it?
*The supporting points are not joined in one paragraph... That's just boring. That's why they are called POINTS. If necessary, one point can have a paragraph each but never all points in one paragraph. Hey, I know stuff... but that don't mean I wanna put it out in a way only I can understand. The true genius is understood by everyone. There are always gonna be exceptions to this saying though. Trust me, I've been there...>
<Final words are typed to appropriately close the blog post. This includes the summary, realization, and the AHA! moment usually in a satirical manner.
*Even randomness has a form of organization. It's just a matter of finding where the smooth transition is, in the lines that are blurred.
*I just love how this format starts all algorithmic and slowly becomes more human with all the side-quotes, self-contradictions, and errors.>
FYI <br/> is a line break. It is the programming language equivalent for the ENTER key. It feels good, doesn't it... Your welcome. I know it's supposed to be "You're welcome"... but I ran out of clever wordplay. Satirical, ain't it?
P.S: I forgot to mention "Me and my big mouth" in the end...
Saturday, July 23, 2011
It's Funny...
Me and my big mouth LOL! Laughter is worth a thousand breaths... 'coz it actually is. You force your lungs to inhale and exhale faster to produce the abrupt HA! in your HAHAHAHAHA!
It's funny when you laugh at all the wrong things... for all the right reasons.
It's funny when you laugh at your own mistakes... knowing you will always have the last laugh over them.
It's funny when you think your mistakes can laugh... for they only laugh at you when you're not looking.
It's funny when your laugh doesn't match your physique... because you defied all known laws of stereotypes.
It's funny when you find out that laughing increases your life span by about 7 seconds per laugh.
It's funny when you wonder how to measure a "laugh" to calculate how much more life you have to laugh at.
It's funny when you laugh at life... 'coz you're supposed to laugh with it.
It's funny when you find out that cigarettes do the exact same thing... only in reverse.
It's funny when you believe everything you read.
It's funny when you take advantage of the placebo effect to use what you read to your advantage.
It's funny when you realize how redundant "the exact same" is.
It's funny when anarchy introduces itself... and peace is too peaceful to do anything about it.
It's funny when any random person reading this would consider me the next candidate for "The Joker."
It's funny when everybody's so serious... because they're afraid to be laughed at.
It's funny when we laugh to lighten the mood... because we're trying too hard. We laugh to celebrate spontaneous happiness.
It's funny when you make a joke only you can laugh at... because jokes are meant to put a smile on your face before anyone else's.
It's funny when you laugh at your prejudices, assumptions, expectations, and past mistakes... because they are all a joke.
In the sarcastic words of N.E.R.D...
"Life is but a joke, and the laugh's on you... It's funny, right?"
It's funny when you laugh at all the wrong things... for all the right reasons.
It's funny when you laugh at your own mistakes... knowing you will always have the last laugh over them.
It's funny when you think your mistakes can laugh... for they only laugh at you when you're not looking.
It's funny when your laugh doesn't match your physique... because you defied all known laws of stereotypes.
It's funny when you find out that laughing increases your life span by about 7 seconds per laugh.
It's funny when you wonder how to measure a "laugh" to calculate how much more life you have to laugh at.
It's funny when you laugh at life... 'coz you're supposed to laugh with it.
It's funny when you find out that cigarettes do the exact same thing... only in reverse.
It's funny when you believe everything you read.
It's funny when you take advantage of the placebo effect to use what you read to your advantage.
It's funny when you realize how redundant "the exact same" is.
It's funny when anarchy introduces itself... and peace is too peaceful to do anything about it.
It's funny when any random person reading this would consider me the next candidate for "The Joker."
It's funny when everybody's so serious... because they're afraid to be laughed at.
It's funny when we laugh to lighten the mood... because we're trying too hard. We laugh to celebrate spontaneous happiness.
It's funny when you make a joke only you can laugh at... because jokes are meant to put a smile on your face before anyone else's.
It's funny when you laugh at your prejudices, assumptions, expectations, and past mistakes... because they are all a joke.
In the sarcastic words of N.E.R.D...
"Life is but a joke, and the laugh's on you... It's funny, right?"
Thursday, July 21, 2011
A Different Taste In My Big Mouth
Hello there, long time no blog! Me and my big mouth are just taking in the sophomore experience. And I have got to say that I have a different taste in my big mouth. It isn't just your typical readjustment to academic, social, spiritual, philosophical, and sexual challenges. It's more than that...
It seems as I have developed the sudden feeling of being one with everything; something like a bridge between the infinite and the microscopic. Upon this sudden realization, I feel as curious as a child. Things like school appear as a socio-cultural experiment I am willing to partake in. Activities such as sex are now a celebration of love and life. The beauty of the human body itself starts to fascinate me as well. The same story goes for a leisurely stroll out in the urban jungle; feeling like an alien and an adventurer with intentions to both destroy and create. There's an endless string of questions to go with those sensations as well.
Life is best when it is balanced.
When total peace is finally achieved, will life be boring?
When total good reigns, will there be anything left to challenge us and make us stronger?
What's the use of the good if there's no evil to fight against?
It is the will of God to make us stronger by giving us problems. If He gave us these problems, does that make God the source of evil as well as the good?
Why must love be limited to a boy and a girl?
Can love be as strong (or even stronger) if it were between the same sexes?
Are humans the only creatures capable of loving?
If love is geared towards intense mutual feelings of desire despite self-sacrifice, can love for the bad exist?
If art is subjective, then does that mean everything is art? From the ugliest and most meaningless picture (breaking away from the social norms) to the most common and popular song (easily accessible and easily understood)...
Is there no such thing as "the common good" since humans will never agree on anything as a basis of something good?
Can we not exist by simply saying "We don't exist."? I mean, we gave everything a meaning, even existence...
Can we stop choosing what is good or bad, masculine or feminine, right or wrong, and just BE? We can live a satisfying life based on our own desires without knowing these things. It's just a thing called "society" that screws this aspect called "individuality."
Oh well, I guess I just have to find these out for myself... Yup, I got issues. I hope you got some too. I hope they aren't as... perfect as mine though. Anyway, g'night and happy living!
It seems as I have developed the sudden feeling of being one with everything; something like a bridge between the infinite and the microscopic. Upon this sudden realization, I feel as curious as a child. Things like school appear as a socio-cultural experiment I am willing to partake in. Activities such as sex are now a celebration of love and life. The beauty of the human body itself starts to fascinate me as well. The same story goes for a leisurely stroll out in the urban jungle; feeling like an alien and an adventurer with intentions to both destroy and create. There's an endless string of questions to go with those sensations as well.
Life is best when it is balanced.
When total peace is finally achieved, will life be boring?
When total good reigns, will there be anything left to challenge us and make us stronger?
What's the use of the good if there's no evil to fight against?
It is the will of God to make us stronger by giving us problems. If He gave us these problems, does that make God the source of evil as well as the good?
Why must love be limited to a boy and a girl?
Can love be as strong (or even stronger) if it were between the same sexes?
Are humans the only creatures capable of loving?
If love is geared towards intense mutual feelings of desire despite self-sacrifice, can love for the bad exist?
If art is subjective, then does that mean everything is art? From the ugliest and most meaningless picture (breaking away from the social norms) to the most common and popular song (easily accessible and easily understood)...
Is there no such thing as "the common good" since humans will never agree on anything as a basis of something good?
Can we not exist by simply saying "We don't exist."? I mean, we gave everything a meaning, even existence...
Can we stop choosing what is good or bad, masculine or feminine, right or wrong, and just BE? We can live a satisfying life based on our own desires without knowing these things. It's just a thing called "society" that screws this aspect called "individuality."
Oh well, I guess I just have to find these out for myself... Yup, I got issues. I hope you got some too. I hope they aren't as... perfect as mine though. Anyway, g'night and happy living!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Debut Album - Piece of Pi
Good day to you people! Though in the midst of a heavy downpour nearing the end of summer, I am proud to say that I have finally completed a summer's worth of music in my debut album as "The Final Score" entitled "Piece of Pi," an official unofficial soundtrack based on "Life of Pi by Yann Martel. Genre? All I can tell you is that it's a soundtrack. Think of it as a guy spending hours on his laptop or PC on a music software reflecting on a book he's so inspired by while brainstorming for his "sound" in the process of making mock scores for each significant scene in the book. That was a mouthful... Anyway, my musical randomness would probably be my sound. For the meantime, I have posted links below for the tracklisting of the album. My summer as well as the book (which I highly recommend) can be best described by this album. Enjoy!
1. π (Pi's Theme 1)
2. The Piscine Molitor (Mamaji's Theme)
3. Pondicherry Zoo
4. Hinduism (Power)
5. Christianity (Sacrifice)
6. Islam (Devotion)
7. June 21, 1977
8. Sinking of the Tsimtsum
9. Hyena (The Cook's Theme)
10. Orange Juice (Mother's Theme)
11. Richard Parker (Pi's Theme 2)
12. Fear...
13. The Dream Rag (Asphyxiation)
14. The Storm
15. Mexico (Salvation)
1. π (Pi's Theme 1)
2. The Piscine Molitor (Mamaji's Theme)
3. Pondicherry Zoo
4. Hinduism (Power)
5. Christianity (Sacrifice)
6. Islam (Devotion)
7. June 21, 1977
8. Sinking of the Tsimtsum
9. Hyena (The Cook's Theme)
10. Orange Juice (Mother's Theme)
11. Richard Parker (Pi's Theme 2)
12. Fear...
13. The Dream Rag (Asphyxiation)
14. The Storm
15. Mexico (Salvation)
Monday, June 6, 2011
Love Song
Me and my big mouth are feeling productive tonight. Oh! Where are my manners? Welcome to a new segment of me and my big mouth entitled, "Writer's Block," my musical catharsis. What's special with Writer's Block is that you and only you, my faithful readers, get a glimpse of all the tracks I have under this project. I will not post material for Writer's Block anywhere else. Now that's something. This is... my musical diary of sorts.
Though the music does most of the talking, there's always a back-story to how the song was made in the first place. So here goes my first post...
Love Song. It's different from your typical love song, I can assure you. I was sort of angry when I made it... for the same reasons expressed in "Face Value." It was after that wedding... It's not the wedding which made me feel that way, rather the cycle of love. The emotional warfare despite the sweetest and most passionate of emotions. I'm into synths, strings, and piano so I made an effort to distort them in a way (using MIDI) that it sounded like a messed up rock song. There are no guitars here...
The melody at first doesn't seem to go together yet fits each other so well. The mood slightly changes in the middle as if someone was in a process of self-conflict, and totally gets revamped at the end after all the emotional release. The "love" is finally audible at the second part of the song when the true gentle melody can be heard. I would so want to make lyrics for this, but I need the emotional push which I already dumped into this song. Enjoy!
P.S. I use MAGIX 14-16 to make my songs. I hope to be a producer/composer someday...
P.P.S. I called it "Writer's Block" for a reason. When I got nothing to blog, I make music. That's me and my big mouth for ya!
Though the music does most of the talking, there's always a back-story to how the song was made in the first place. So here goes my first post...
Love Song. It's different from your typical love song, I can assure you. I was sort of angry when I made it... for the same reasons expressed in "Face Value." It was after that wedding... It's not the wedding which made me feel that way, rather the cycle of love. The emotional warfare despite the sweetest and most passionate of emotions. I'm into synths, strings, and piano so I made an effort to distort them in a way (using MIDI) that it sounded like a messed up rock song. There are no guitars here...
The melody at first doesn't seem to go together yet fits each other so well. The mood slightly changes in the middle as if someone was in a process of self-conflict, and totally gets revamped at the end after all the emotional release. The "love" is finally audible at the second part of the song when the true gentle melody can be heard. I would so want to make lyrics for this, but I need the emotional push which I already dumped into this song. Enjoy!
P.S. I use MAGIX 14-16 to make my songs. I hope to be a producer/composer someday...
P.P.S. I called it "Writer's Block" for a reason. When I got nothing to blog, I make music. That's me and my big mouth for ya!
Face Value
Greetings from planet Earth! Me and my big mouth are back with more crazy backtalk and fictional hullabaloo.
So okay, after attending a wedding two days ago. I started to wonder, why do people try to look so good for these occasions? Then the answer, "It's a special occasion, we should look better than we usually do," comes up. So are we saying that we don't look good as it is? Are we trying hard to look better than we usually do IN THE EYES OF OTHERS? That sounded pretty wrong. Next question: "Why should the bride and groom look the best in the wedding? Aren't they adorable enough together with their love as it is?" Just seeing those two together makes my heart melt itself...
So are we trying to imply that people actually like the effort others put into making themselves less of themselves and more of what society wants them to look? I mean sure you look dashing, sure you look gorgeous, but is that how you look like when you wake up? Unless your shower has cosmetics and socially-accepted charm for water...
Who are we fooling? We're totally blinding and disillusioning ourselves. It's a simple chain reaction. Person A thinks he/she will not be accepted, so he/she tries to look "better." Person B, seeing the example set by Person A, will try to make himself/herself look as good if not better (or at least acceptable) like Person A. Person C will see Person B, so on and so freakin' forth.
Back to the topic, society is totally eating itself alive. Someone who wants to stand out and be individual will not be considered a part of society. Upon shown signs of "not belonging," he/she is forced to conform since he/she is human (a social creature, "No man is an island," yadda yadda yadda...). Society kills individuality. Society likes the efforts its members put into being a part of it. Sort of like figurative mind control. "Your dress looks nice, you smell good, your hair is absolutely lovely, is that a new haircut?" All superficial socially-induced compliments.
Do they really like you or your hair, dress, and scent? Do they really like your hair, dress, and scent or THE ACT of putting on that hair, dress, and scent that day? Do they really like that act of putting on that hair, dress, and scent that day or THE EFFORT you put to becoming less of you? What happened to: "You're an awesome person, always there to help, you're more active today, I love how you think." And all the abstract qualities which are less accessible from the clutches of society...
Hmmm... even I can't do anything about it since I partake in such a vicious cycle. But the truth is, it takes one person to create a big impact in society. The chain reaction is broken when one person does not conform but creates a society of his/her own. However, the problem restarts when the rest of the people conform to that person. Thus, a new society is created. It's like a self-sustaining and self-consuming fire that eats its own oxygen in an attempt to kill itself which actually makes it stronger.
Well, there you have it readers. After not having issues for a while, it's great to be back and blog back. Me and my big mouth have spoken. What can you do? Society is. PERIOD.
So okay, after attending a wedding two days ago. I started to wonder, why do people try to look so good for these occasions? Then the answer, "It's a special occasion, we should look better than we usually do," comes up. So are we saying that we don't look good as it is? Are we trying hard to look better than we usually do IN THE EYES OF OTHERS? That sounded pretty wrong. Next question: "Why should the bride and groom look the best in the wedding? Aren't they adorable enough together with their love as it is?" Just seeing those two together makes my heart melt itself...
Who are we fooling? We're totally blinding and disillusioning ourselves. It's a simple chain reaction. Person A thinks he/she will not be accepted, so he/she tries to look "better." Person B, seeing the example set by Person A, will try to make himself/herself look as good if not better (or at least acceptable) like Person A. Person C will see Person B, so on and so freakin' forth.
Back to the topic, society is totally eating itself alive. Someone who wants to stand out and be individual will not be considered a part of society. Upon shown signs of "not belonging," he/she is forced to conform since he/she is human (a social creature, "No man is an island," yadda yadda yadda...). Society kills individuality. Society likes the efforts its members put into being a part of it. Sort of like figurative mind control. "Your dress looks nice, you smell good, your hair is absolutely lovely, is that a new haircut?" All superficial socially-induced compliments.
Do they really like you or your hair, dress, and scent? Do they really like your hair, dress, and scent or THE ACT of putting on that hair, dress, and scent that day? Do they really like that act of putting on that hair, dress, and scent that day or THE EFFORT you put to becoming less of you? What happened to: "You're an awesome person, always there to help, you're more active today, I love how you think." And all the abstract qualities which are less accessible from the clutches of society...
Hmmm... even I can't do anything about it since I partake in such a vicious cycle. But the truth is, it takes one person to create a big impact in society. The chain reaction is broken when one person does not conform but creates a society of his/her own. However, the problem restarts when the rest of the people conform to that person. Thus, a new society is created. It's like a self-sustaining and self-consuming fire that eats its own oxygen in an attempt to kill itself which actually makes it stronger.
Well, there you have it readers. After not having issues for a while, it's great to be back and blog back. Me and my big mouth have spoken. What can you do? Society is. PERIOD.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Diaryhea
Sorry for the inconveniently long wait! Me and my big mouth are going through hard and stomach-churning times, literally. Apparently I have diarrhea for 4 days and counting... Huh... just when I snagged the summer vacation opportunity for regaining weight from the hustle and bustle of college life, I lost it all in a span of four days. Oh well, on to the diary.
Dear Diary,
How are you doing? Yeah, I'm fine. I've never been better. I mean that in the most ironic way possible. These past few days just made my summer a piece of shit. That's an understatement. I meant pieces of shit. Excuse my explicitly graphic words but what can you do, Diary? You're just an online excuse for the real thing. You don't have paper, ink-splattered self-expression... heck, you don't even exist. But that's fine with me, 'coz you're awesome that way.
Well, this summer ain't all bad, Diary. I've finished 12 tracks of my 18-track debut soundtrack album for Life of Pi. I can't wait to release it. I'm not really expecting much so I'm giving it away for free. Everyone has the right to music, right Diary? If you can call what I make music... I don't really blame you. Music is subjective. It's not about who made it, what it sounds like, when it was made, the lyrics, the rhythm, harmony, quality, instruments involved, techniques used, and especially the price. It's about the feeling one gets listening to it. What do you know, Diary? You don't have feelings. You only have 'em 'coz I pretend you do...
What else has happened to me, you ask? I'm becoming more... experimental. I've decided to go beyond softwares, synths, and midi for music production. I'm trying to incorporate natural sounds to my material. Imagine, the sounds of my stomach rumbling, a basketball, footsteps, drinking water, raindrops, snoring, bones cracking, a motor engine, TV static, and more. Non-instrument instruments if you will. I'm just so inspired by Bjork right now. Don't worry Diary, I'm still doing pop, acid, house, and electro. Just expanding my horizons, that's all.
It seems like you aren't much of a talker, Diary. I usually do the talking for you. Anyway, I'll end this conversation. I've still got other blogs to attend to. I'll leave you with thi statement. Life is a piece of shit. No matter how much you shine it, disguise it, deny it, and enjoy it, it's still shit. It's just a matter of getting used to it. So I guess this is where I add: WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT.
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
Dear Diary,
How are you doing? Yeah, I'm fine. I've never been better. I mean that in the most ironic way possible. These past few days just made my summer a piece of shit. That's an understatement. I meant pieces of shit. Excuse my explicitly graphic words but what can you do, Diary? You're just an online excuse for the real thing. You don't have paper, ink-splattered self-expression... heck, you don't even exist. But that's fine with me, 'coz you're awesome that way.
Well, this summer ain't all bad, Diary. I've finished 12 tracks of my 18-track debut soundtrack album for Life of Pi. I can't wait to release it. I'm not really expecting much so I'm giving it away for free. Everyone has the right to music, right Diary? If you can call what I make music... I don't really blame you. Music is subjective. It's not about who made it, what it sounds like, when it was made, the lyrics, the rhythm, harmony, quality, instruments involved, techniques used, and especially the price. It's about the feeling one gets listening to it. What do you know, Diary? You don't have feelings. You only have 'em 'coz I pretend you do...
What else has happened to me, you ask? I'm becoming more... experimental. I've decided to go beyond softwares, synths, and midi for music production. I'm trying to incorporate natural sounds to my material. Imagine, the sounds of my stomach rumbling, a basketball, footsteps, drinking water, raindrops, snoring, bones cracking, a motor engine, TV static, and more. Non-instrument instruments if you will. I'm just so inspired by Bjork right now. Don't worry Diary, I'm still doing pop, acid, house, and electro. Just expanding my horizons, that's all.
It seems like you aren't much of a talker, Diary. I usually do the talking for you. Anyway, I'll end this conversation. I've still got other blogs to attend to. I'll leave you with thi statement. Life is a piece of shit. No matter how much you shine it, disguise it, deny it, and enjoy it, it's still shit. It's just a matter of getting used to it. So I guess this is where I add: WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT.
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Me and My Quotes 2
Me and my big mouth with more witty banters...
"Ideas are as far as your mind goes while actions are as far as your faith goes."
"Blackouts are an instant time travel opportunity."
"The more cheese you have, the more holes you have. The more holes you have, the less cheese you have. So that means... the more cheese you have, the less cheese you have."
"Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don't say it mean or it will ruin your day."
"Check your buddies before you wreck your studies."
"Humans are their own gods for they are the masters of creation. They even created their own demise."
"Things that need to be proved are uncertain. This theory has been proven. Thus, the theory itself is uncertain. Everything in this world is uncertain. Thus, everything needs to be proved."
"It's not how old you are, it's how you are... being old."
"Copying others' mistakes is like cheating on life."
"You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you cannot pick your friends' nose."
"Better to kill than let someone die."
"Love is like getting a seven on one roll of a six-sided dice. It's impossible. That just means you need to be impossible yourself to give love and get it back."
"The more we try to forget, the more we remember."
"Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and God closest."
"As long as there is no documentation or physical evidence, everything in this world is universally false."
"Memories are subjective; they cannot be trusted, no matter how sure everyone in the world is about theirs."
"Practice makes progress. Progress makes improvement. What happened to being perfect? Perfection has no room for improvement."
"People who believe in miracles don't believe in themselves."
"Life is unfair because we cheat."
"Better to talk personally. Text is misleading."
"Our faith, hope, and love knows no limits, but we change our mind."
"What is love without lust? = Love"
"If you don't know what to say, it just means that you should act on it."
"I love everybody but I love some people more than others."
"Censorship just makes inappropriate and unacceptable media more obvious."
"Don't mistake safety and security with isolation and captivity."
"Help can only go so far. Helping is not doing all the work for a person, rather, it is doing your best to contribute to a person's well-being."
"Everything is a waste of time, it's just a matter of making the best of it."
"Blogging is the best waste of time."
"Ideas are as far as your mind goes while actions are as far as your faith goes."
"Blackouts are an instant time travel opportunity."
"The more cheese you have, the more holes you have. The more holes you have, the less cheese you have. So that means... the more cheese you have, the less cheese you have."
"Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don't say it mean or it will ruin your day."
"Check your buddies before you wreck your studies."
"Humans are their own gods for they are the masters of creation. They even created their own demise."
"Things that need to be proved are uncertain. This theory has been proven. Thus, the theory itself is uncertain. Everything in this world is uncertain. Thus, everything needs to be proved."
"It's not how old you are, it's how you are... being old."
"Copying others' mistakes is like cheating on life."
"You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you cannot pick your friends' nose."
"Better to kill than let someone die."
"Love is like getting a seven on one roll of a six-sided dice. It's impossible. That just means you need to be impossible yourself to give love and get it back."
"The more we try to forget, the more we remember."
"Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and God closest."
"As long as there is no documentation or physical evidence, everything in this world is universally false."
"Memories are subjective; they cannot be trusted, no matter how sure everyone in the world is about theirs."
"Practice makes progress. Progress makes improvement. What happened to being perfect? Perfection has no room for improvement."
"People who believe in miracles don't believe in themselves."
"Life is unfair because we cheat."
"Better to talk personally. Text is misleading."
"Our faith, hope, and love knows no limits, but we change our mind."
"What is love without lust? = Love"
"If you don't know what to say, it just means that you should act on it."
"I love everybody but I love some people more than others."
"Censorship just makes inappropriate and unacceptable media more obvious."
"Don't mistake safety and security with isolation and captivity."
"Help can only go so far. Helping is not doing all the work for a person, rather, it is doing your best to contribute to a person's well-being."
"Everything is a waste of time, it's just a matter of making the best of it."
"Blogging is the best waste of time."
Dear Diary?
I think it's high time you get a glimpse of the ghost in the blogging machine. When all the other previous ones were just for kicks, this is where the kicks come from. This is the real deal! Everyone has their chance to get down to earth, even if their heads are underground and their feet are in the clouds...
So... what's up with me? I am who I am. A constantly evolving rare breed of human who is alarmingly endangered (and so is the rest of the human race). I'm a guy who takes pleasure in the simplest of things. I'm easily satisfied but that does not mean I'm boring. I can be as daring as any introvert who would dream to be daring (trust me, that's daring).
But enough of all the small talk. I'm a guy. A musician of sorts who takes pride in finding the natural in the artificial. An assuming actor who believes in acting naturally. A person who is always in love and keeps his mind at that state. In short, I'm different, deal with it. I can be the worst person in your world. Or I can be the best person in my world. It all depends on perspective.
So now that you get the picture... above, I'll officially start the Diary of a Big Mouth...
Dear Diary,
This is my first post in your name. Aren't you excited, Diary? We're finally moving on to better things, better people, and better blogs. Well, it's just that... time moves by so fast that all the good things and bad things happening to us are becoming an indistinguishable blur only we can understand and make out. I guess that's the effect of the two hell-blazing months of summer.
I'm starting to consider acting now, isn't that something Diary? Either the summer heat has finally got to me or I got spring fever (though spring is not supported in the Philippines, it is chronologically the time of spring). But anyway, I'm really looking forward to it. Why? Think about the years of stage fright on your personal record and suddenly here comes a modern take on Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing," which you freakin' nailed as Coach Leonato (let me stress, "MODERN") by adding epic adlibs and gaining audience appeal. I felt different on the stage at that time, as if the stage was my personal journal that everyone can relate to.
As for music, I'm still going strong. I've been exploring every possible avenue of sound in my amazing software. I'm a fan of Gorillaz, Blur, Radiohead, and especially... BJORK! God bless that woman! Feel free to criticize all you want Diary but these talented people have always been my light in the dark tunnel of life and music. As my friend told me, I need the passion and organic uniformity present in my work. Even I have to agree that my sound is all over the place like bacteria. It's kinda unhealthy for me as a composer if I can't be recognized by people. Yup, I'm going to the next level. Who isn't? Making songs and instrumentals for an audio diary for one's amusement is only fun for so long. When you hear people wanting more, you can't help but get your creative juices flowing...
For romance, I've got nothing planned yet. Yes, I'm in love with someone, Diary. But I just like to keep it that way. The feeling of love makes me more productive. And thus, I am taking advantage of this chemically-induced cloud nine to make my day, instead of breaking my heart afterwards. I love her.
Back to me, I'm a nice guy, right Diary? I'm just slightly shy, that's all. But honestly, getting to know me starts with "them". I won't say hi nor tell them why unless they make the first move of saying hi to make the job easier. Don't worry Diary, I'm working on it. Just as long as they're working on it too, know what I'm sayin'?
Anyway Diary, I hope we savor the last weeks of summer. You're the best public online social blogging diary a guy like me could ever have. Hope we have more to say to each other. For the meantime, I'll be going back to my previous blog posts. Self-expression, provocatively amusing shizz and all that...
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
So... what's up with me? I am who I am. A constantly evolving rare breed of human who is alarmingly endangered (and so is the rest of the human race). I'm a guy who takes pleasure in the simplest of things. I'm easily satisfied but that does not mean I'm boring. I can be as daring as any introvert who would dream to be daring (trust me, that's daring).
But enough of all the small talk. I'm a guy. A musician of sorts who takes pride in finding the natural in the artificial. An assuming actor who believes in acting naturally. A person who is always in love and keeps his mind at that state. In short, I'm different, deal with it. I can be the worst person in your world. Or I can be the best person in my world. It all depends on perspective.
So now that you get the picture... above, I'll officially start the Diary of a Big Mouth...
Dear Diary,
This is my first post in your name. Aren't you excited, Diary? We're finally moving on to better things, better people, and better blogs. Well, it's just that... time moves by so fast that all the good things and bad things happening to us are becoming an indistinguishable blur only we can understand and make out. I guess that's the effect of the two hell-blazing months of summer.
I'm starting to consider acting now, isn't that something Diary? Either the summer heat has finally got to me or I got spring fever (though spring is not supported in the Philippines, it is chronologically the time of spring). But anyway, I'm really looking forward to it. Why? Think about the years of stage fright on your personal record and suddenly here comes a modern take on Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing," which you freakin' nailed as Coach Leonato (let me stress, "MODERN") by adding epic adlibs and gaining audience appeal. I felt different on the stage at that time, as if the stage was my personal journal that everyone can relate to.
As for music, I'm still going strong. I've been exploring every possible avenue of sound in my amazing software. I'm a fan of Gorillaz, Blur, Radiohead, and especially... BJORK! God bless that woman! Feel free to criticize all you want Diary but these talented people have always been my light in the dark tunnel of life and music. As my friend told me, I need the passion and organic uniformity present in my work. Even I have to agree that my sound is all over the place like bacteria. It's kinda unhealthy for me as a composer if I can't be recognized by people. Yup, I'm going to the next level. Who isn't? Making songs and instrumentals for an audio diary for one's amusement is only fun for so long. When you hear people wanting more, you can't help but get your creative juices flowing...
For romance, I've got nothing planned yet. Yes, I'm in love with someone, Diary. But I just like to keep it that way. The feeling of love makes me more productive. And thus, I am taking advantage of this chemically-induced cloud nine to make my day, instead of breaking my heart afterwards. I love her.
Back to me, I'm a nice guy, right Diary? I'm just slightly shy, that's all. But honestly, getting to know me starts with "them". I won't say hi nor tell them why unless they make the first move of saying hi to make the job easier. Don't worry Diary, I'm working on it. Just as long as they're working on it too, know what I'm sayin'?
Anyway Diary, I hope we savor the last weeks of summer. You're the best public online social blogging diary a guy like me could ever have. Hope we have more to say to each other. For the meantime, I'll be going back to my previous blog posts. Self-expression, provocatively amusing shizz and all that...
Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth
Saturday, May 21, 2011
I Love Her
Me and my big mouth are back with the lovey-dovey experiments of Loveratory. Let me see... who am I to say that I'm a guy who's in love? I love her. Am I to be tormented forever by this fact? I love her. Is it too one-sided of me to say this when she might not even know of my existence? I love her. Does the repetition of those three words make me sound obsessed? I love her. Why am I telling you all of these things? I love her.
Love is something mutual, is it not? It's kinda weird saying I love you 'coz it always means you're expecting love back. When we feel that light, heavenly, chemically-induced cloud nine, we automatically link it with love; not that I have anything against that. It's just that the expectations that come with this "love" double the pain one receives upon losing it. It's like someone on drugs; the feeling of being in love is addicting and hard to get rid of once it is in full effect. There's a solution however.
Being in love is different from loving. When you're in love with someone, it means both of the individuals engage in this love, since both of you are "in (the mutual feeling of) love." When it's only one side of the sentimentally-scarring romantic tragedy, no matter how many times you say you are in love, it will never happen... unless, one of the individuals start loving. When one gives love for the sake of the other giving love back, it's a self-sustaining fire that just keeps on burning. That fire will first burn with passion; wild and uncontrollable. It will then settle down and blaze constantly when the love is mutual, stable, and secure.
Though I am aware of all this, I'm still stuck loving her when I won't even know if she loves me back. Call me a coward, but I'd rather fancy our friendship. Better to light up the campfire with a match, than with a gallon of kerosene and a blowtorch, know what I'm saying? Anyway, with the knowledge I have shared with you today, I will keep myself engaged in love to be more productive and optimistic in life. Because of my first hypothetical lovelife, I made music, and because of my first hypothetical downfall, I matured my music with passion. And now that I keep that steady fire of love burning, I discovered blogging and acting. Yes, I am in love, with "the night" (previous blog). I love her. She don't care if I love or die, that is why I love her...
Lyrics:
I look at her
Just to see
Is there anything in there
For me
If you look at her
Do you see
Is there anything in there
For me
I love her
I love love her
She don’t care if I live or die
That is why
I love her
So don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
There’s so little I can say when I
Feel this way
So don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
There’s very little I can sey when I
Feel this way
I love her
I love love her
She don’t care if I live or die
That is why
I love her
Love is something mutual, is it not? It's kinda weird saying I love you 'coz it always means you're expecting love back. When we feel that light, heavenly, chemically-induced cloud nine, we automatically link it with love; not that I have anything against that. It's just that the expectations that come with this "love" double the pain one receives upon losing it. It's like someone on drugs; the feeling of being in love is addicting and hard to get rid of once it is in full effect. There's a solution however.
Being in love is different from loving. When you're in love with someone, it means both of the individuals engage in this love, since both of you are "in (the mutual feeling of) love." When it's only one side of the sentimentally-scarring romantic tragedy, no matter how many times you say you are in love, it will never happen... unless, one of the individuals start loving. When one gives love for the sake of the other giving love back, it's a self-sustaining fire that just keeps on burning. That fire will first burn with passion; wild and uncontrollable. It will then settle down and blaze constantly when the love is mutual, stable, and secure.
Though I am aware of all this, I'm still stuck loving her when I won't even know if she loves me back. Call me a coward, but I'd rather fancy our friendship. Better to light up the campfire with a match, than with a gallon of kerosene and a blowtorch, know what I'm saying? Anyway, with the knowledge I have shared with you today, I will keep myself engaged in love to be more productive and optimistic in life. Because of my first hypothetical lovelife, I made music, and because of my first hypothetical downfall, I matured my music with passion. And now that I keep that steady fire of love burning, I discovered blogging and acting. Yes, I am in love, with "the night" (previous blog). I love her. She don't care if I love or die, that is why I love her...
Lyrics:
I look at her
Just to see
Is there anything in there
For me
If you look at her
Do you see
Is there anything in there
For me
I love her
I love love her
She don’t care if I live or die
That is why
I love her
So don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
There’s so little I can say when I
Feel this way
So don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
There’s very little I can sey when I
Feel this way
I love her
I love love her
She don’t care if I live or die
That is why
I love her
In Love With The Night...
"I am in love with the night."
"The night is as beautiful as the absence of light."
"Am I too dark to say such words?"
"When words are not what I mean tonight."
"Tonight I love the scent of day."
"The day of summer wasting away."
"Away until there is nothing left."
"Nothing but the night and the words I say."
"Say nothing to me, my gentle night."
"I don't hear a word but your silence is right."
"Maybe I should not be in love with the dark."
"The dark that tempts me towards the light."
"Yet I am still in love with the day."
"The day my night comes back to stay."
"To stay in the dark, and bring back the spark."
"You are the night I speak of today."
All of this coming from me and my big mouth looking out the window.
Wherever you are my beautiful night, I love you as I take in the view every night...
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Chairs Are For Chumps!
Me and my big mouth are back from a very busy day to bring you... Ran-dumb Reviews! Where all your wildest dreams become boring reality...
Today, I'll be shining the light on dem chairs. I mean, what is up with those deceiving booby traps rigged to make anyone lazy at the mere sight of it? "Have a seat, relax, take the load off, let your bottom kiss me..." it says. More like, "Do not stand, become lazy, let go of all your problems, @#&@^$*#&(*)." I don't trust dem chairs, benches, bleachers, seats, couches, swings, or any other member of their family tree...
I'm guessing this is the part where I enumerate my pointless reasons for dissing said object in the first place:
1. Chairs... are just too tempting. The slightest sight of such can capture a man's strength and convert it to utter indolence. This is proven by the trademark people who prefer to sit in their chairs as they move it around the room. Curse the normal chairs for making quite a noise as well as the wheeled ones for reinforcing sitting!
2. Chairs are enemies of standing. What's wrong with standing? Standing is healthy yet effortless exercise. You exert way more energy to sit down since there is so much strain in you lower body when bending down to sit let alone maintaing one's proper posture while sitting down. Furthermore, if you accustom yourself with the improper posture, you even risk yourself to arthritis, scoliosis, and such. That's a double-win for standing.
3. Chairs require raw materials such as wood, plastic, cloth, or steel to make. Standing is ecologically friendly and economically reasonable. No "whatevers" were harmed while someone stands. Unless you count the ground harmed for being stepped on, or gravity having a hard time pulling someone down... As for sitting, anyone who sits on a chair is held responsible for any animal killed, tree chopped down, smoke-belching factory built, financially-challenged worker fired, ozone hole present, and economical decline throughout history since chairs existed.
4. Chairs ruin the human evolutionary trait of using one's feet and legs. According to Darwin's theory of use and disuse, the more you use a body part, the more it grows and vice versa. The use of our thumbs made it an exceptional asset which puts the entire animal kingdom to shame. As for sitting down, we neglect the use of our feet and legs, so the future of humankind might be legless slackers of our former selves. Standing uses the whole body fighting against the pull of gravity.
5. The chair prevents people from taking a stand! You really can't argue with this reason. It's true at some degree. Though it is completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, I found it uncannily fitting.
Well, is that enough information chumps? "Chair" this blessing of knowledge and pass it to anyone who can't stand sitting. Take a stand today! Chairs are only useful if you stand on them! Better still if you don't get a chair in the first place.
P.S. This blog post was made standing. Mostly 'coz there were no chairs around.
P.P.S. I'm lying on my P.S.
P.P.P.S. Beds are a different story...
Today, I'll be shining the light on dem chairs. I mean, what is up with those deceiving booby traps rigged to make anyone lazy at the mere sight of it? "Have a seat, relax, take the load off, let your bottom kiss me..." it says. More like, "Do not stand, become lazy, let go of all your problems, @#&@^$*#&(*)." I don't trust dem chairs, benches, bleachers, seats, couches, swings, or any other member of their family tree...
I'm guessing this is the part where I enumerate my pointless reasons for dissing said object in the first place:
1. Chairs... are just too tempting. The slightest sight of such can capture a man's strength and convert it to utter indolence. This is proven by the trademark people who prefer to sit in their chairs as they move it around the room. Curse the normal chairs for making quite a noise as well as the wheeled ones for reinforcing sitting!
2. Chairs are enemies of standing. What's wrong with standing? Standing is healthy yet effortless exercise. You exert way more energy to sit down since there is so much strain in you lower body when bending down to sit let alone maintaing one's proper posture while sitting down. Furthermore, if you accustom yourself with the improper posture, you even risk yourself to arthritis, scoliosis, and such. That's a double-win for standing.
3. Chairs require raw materials such as wood, plastic, cloth, or steel to make. Standing is ecologically friendly and economically reasonable. No "whatevers" were harmed while someone stands. Unless you count the ground harmed for being stepped on, or gravity having a hard time pulling someone down... As for sitting, anyone who sits on a chair is held responsible for any animal killed, tree chopped down, smoke-belching factory built, financially-challenged worker fired, ozone hole present, and economical decline throughout history since chairs existed.
4. Chairs ruin the human evolutionary trait of using one's feet and legs. According to Darwin's theory of use and disuse, the more you use a body part, the more it grows and vice versa. The use of our thumbs made it an exceptional asset which puts the entire animal kingdom to shame. As for sitting down, we neglect the use of our feet and legs, so the future of humankind might be legless slackers of our former selves. Standing uses the whole body fighting against the pull of gravity.
5. The chair prevents people from taking a stand! You really can't argue with this reason. It's true at some degree. Though it is completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, I found it uncannily fitting.
Well, is that enough information chumps? "Chair" this blessing of knowledge and pass it to anyone who can't stand sitting. Take a stand today! Chairs are only useful if you stand on them! Better still if you don't get a chair in the first place.
P.S. This blog post was made standing. Mostly 'coz there were no chairs around.
P.P.S. I'm lying on my P.S.
P.P.P.S. Beds are a different story...
Monday, May 16, 2011
Busy!
Sorry for the delay, me and my big mouth are experiencing some temporal difficulties. Yup, I don't have the time of day to tell you readers the time of day nor do I have the energy to type a provocatively amusing blog right now.
It just sucks when you're busy, doesn't it? You have all the time in the world dumped on to something that other people may consider completely worthless. I mean, I have a test later, and other people are like, "So what? Why are you telling me this? Good luck then, good thing I don't have a quiz." How fickle! Anyway, I'm just minding my own busyness...
Busy people tend to have serious and straight faces, with their heads in the clouds while staring at the ground; their minds focused on something while walking arrogantly like they were paid to enjoy it, or maybe that's just me. Whatever the case, even when I have nothing on my imaginary agenda, I still have the unpleasant habit of doing so.
Back to busyness. Hmmm... now that I think about it, everyone's busy to some point. I'm busy typing, you're busy reading, I'm busy thinking what other things I'm busy at, you're busy making sense of what I'm typing... I'm busy LIVING. That's the ticket!
We're all too busy living, too busy breathing, too busy being socially accepted, too busy making our own rules, too busy breaking bonds, too busy finding reasons, too busy thinking of explanations, too busy making fools out of ourselves, too busy making mountains out of molehills; simply put, we're too busy being human.
So let's celebrate NOW; the busyness we share, the time we waste, the things we consider important, and the lives we touch. But as much as possible, let's enjoy our busy days while they still remain busy. Seriously, I fear the day the world stops in a universal sigh and just gives up on itself. Those are two references from my blog for that previous statement by the way.
Anyway, I still have to practice for Much Ado About Nothing. Allow me to complicate things. Life is just much ado about nothing. We are nothing. We do nothing. We learn nothing. Why? Because "nothing" is important. If you ask me, nothing is something for me. I'm that busy...
Oh yeah, I'm freakin' busy! Let me wrap this up by contradicting my previous notion; being busy rocks! Keep yourselves busy while you still can! Having a hectic schedule though is a totally different matter. I bid you readers adieu!
It just sucks when you're busy, doesn't it? You have all the time in the world dumped on to something that other people may consider completely worthless. I mean, I have a test later, and other people are like, "So what? Why are you telling me this? Good luck then, good thing I don't have a quiz." How fickle! Anyway, I'm just minding my own busyness...
Busy people tend to have serious and straight faces, with their heads in the clouds while staring at the ground; their minds focused on something while walking arrogantly like they were paid to enjoy it, or maybe that's just me. Whatever the case, even when I have nothing on my imaginary agenda, I still have the unpleasant habit of doing so.
Back to busyness. Hmmm... now that I think about it, everyone's busy to some point. I'm busy typing, you're busy reading, I'm busy thinking what other things I'm busy at, you're busy making sense of what I'm typing... I'm busy LIVING. That's the ticket!
We're all too busy living, too busy breathing, too busy being socially accepted, too busy making our own rules, too busy breaking bonds, too busy finding reasons, too busy thinking of explanations, too busy making fools out of ourselves, too busy making mountains out of molehills; simply put, we're too busy being human.
So let's celebrate NOW; the busyness we share, the time we waste, the things we consider important, and the lives we touch. But as much as possible, let's enjoy our busy days while they still remain busy. Seriously, I fear the day the world stops in a universal sigh and just gives up on itself. Those are two references from my blog for that previous statement by the way.
Anyway, I still have to practice for Much Ado About Nothing. Allow me to complicate things. Life is just much ado about nothing. We are nothing. We do nothing. We learn nothing. Why? Because "nothing" is important. If you ask me, nothing is something for me. I'm that busy...
Oh yeah, I'm freakin' busy! Let me wrap this up by contradicting my previous notion; being busy rocks! Keep yourselves busy while you still can! Having a hectic schedule though is a totally different matter. I bid you readers adieu!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Universal Sigh 2.
After a couple of days not blogging, you decide to blog earlier this day about yesterday, but unfortunately can't, since Blogger was experiencing technical difficulties which hinders you from editing or making posts. Oh, the universal sigh...
The two short days of utter darkness, gloom, cold, and moisture have finally ended. It was fun while it lasted. Bittersweet. Oh, the universal sigh...
Anyway back to yesterday; you start the day analyzing the song "Across The Universe" by the Beatles for your literature class. You then wonder why you haven't completed their collection. Oh, the universal sigh...
You notice that you haven't mentioned taking a bath, brushing your teeth, or changing clothes before classes that day. Oh, the universal sigh...
After literature classes you come back to the dorm pressured since you haven't reviewed for a long test in psychology. Oh, the universal sigh...
You rush back to school, slipping on your way to the classroom due to the wet hallway with two guys asking if you're okay. How sweet of them to notice your slapstick slip-up... Oh, the universal sigh...
You then realize what you psych prof told you about teenagers experiencing the "imaginary audience" making them more conscious and more obvious of their mistakes. Suddenly, you realize, "Hey I really learned something" and decide to walk tall and proud on your way to your psych test. Oh, the universal sigh...
You tell your seat-mate you slipped earlier. He also asked if you were all right. "God, everyone really cares about me." How emo of you. Oh, the universal sigh...
The professor was sad that day since the long test was easy. Ironic that the students don't feel the same way... Hell yeah! Oh, the universal sigh...
You're done with your classes since you just remembered a free cut in your next class. So you have an engaging conversation with your elementary classmate who now happens to be the only person with you in that university from your grade school. Awww... She said she was gonna be a doctor back in our yearbook. As for you, a pilot. Now you're both in the school of management. Oh, the universal sigh...
You come back to your room having eaten lunch, and your roommate invites you to eat lunch with him. Oh, the universal sigh...
You plan to make your draft for literature to be passed on the next day with all the free time you have... and decide to ditch it for "Superhero Movie" which your roommate hasn't watched yet, despite the bitter fact that you already watched it. That's how epic it was. But still... Oh, the universal sigh...
You then make your draft for three painstakingly eye-numbing hours in front of the laptop screen keeping in mind of computer radiation bombarding your vulnerable mind 'til it slowly shrinks away to nothingness. I think too much... it might be the effects of computer radiation. Oh, the universal sigh...
After which you decide to play rockband, despite two more academic tasks at hand... which I managed to finish eventually. I really put the PRO in PROcrastination. Oh, the universal sigh...
While finishing said tasks, your roommate watches "Silent Hill" which really helps in keeping you awake. Thank Pyramid Head! Even if you only listened and didn't really watch since you have the fear of horror movies (Del Mundo, Luis Gabriel L. Me and My Big Mouth: Fictional Fear Factors. Blogger. http://meandmybigm0uth.blogspot.com/2011/05/fictional-fear-factors.html. 2011). Oh, the universal sigh...
Why do you even need to cite your own blog as a reference? Because in the academic world, everything that doesn't come from Wikipedia needs evidence. Oh, the universal sigh...
You just had a talk with your roommate about him and a friend passing away. Ehem... don't you mean passing by? Oh, the universal sigh...
You end the night at the start of the next day. Hopefully with more universal sighs ahead of you and your big mouth...
Friday, May 6, 2011
Life After Death
First of all, this is not a religious post nor a message of hope to those who have lost any loved ones. This is just me and my big mouth looking down on how pathetic we all are...
So what's the concept of life after death?
Not that there's heaven waiting for the good, poor in spirit, and those who deserve to live in the kingdom of God.
Not that we're gonna reincarnate into another person's body without recalling our past life to start anew.
Not that the original soul which came from the first humans is split into many parts which explains us not remembering who we were in our past body and that more and more people inhabit the world by the minute who most probably might exhibit the same personality or mindset (got this from "Before Sunrise" just in case you're wondering).
Not that our spirits will end up in limbo (the supposed "resting place" of our souls before heaven was promised).
Not that we'll forever wait in purgatory until God declares it's the end of mankind.
Not that our bodies we'll be infested by a virus that causes it to come back to life as a zombie.
Not that we'll be sent back to our body as some sort of miracle to live our life to the fullest once again.
None of the above, my faithful reader. My concept of life after death is that you don't know what you got until it's gone.
People actually appreciate, respect, and feel a person's presence more when they've passed. There's a sense that a person is more "alive" when he/she is dead than when he/she was still living. Now that's just sad... sadly true.
Must a person pass away to give way for better things?
Must a person perish for him/her to be cherished?
Must a person die for him/her to live in someone's heart and mind forever?
Must a person push daisies to get daisies back?
I can't miss you if you don't leave. More like, I can't miss you if you don't live... What if they can't live if you don't miss them?
Why do we even cry when someone dies if you loved them more than enough while they were still alive?
Why are we so selfish as to mourn or regret someone's death when they no longer have to suffer the dangers of the human world?
We can't do anything about it though. People die, people weep, people move on; and the vicious cycle is repeated. It's just human behavior. I mean, who wouldn't at least feel sorry for losing someone? I won't. Hmmm... I just contradicted myself. How human of me...
So what's the concept of life after death?
Not that there's heaven waiting for the good, poor in spirit, and those who deserve to live in the kingdom of God.
Not that we're gonna reincarnate into another person's body without recalling our past life to start anew.
Not that the original soul which came from the first humans is split into many parts which explains us not remembering who we were in our past body and that more and more people inhabit the world by the minute who most probably might exhibit the same personality or mindset (got this from "Before Sunrise" just in case you're wondering).
Not that our spirits will end up in limbo (the supposed "resting place" of our souls before heaven was promised).
Not that we'll forever wait in purgatory until God declares it's the end of mankind.
Not that our bodies we'll be infested by a virus that causes it to come back to life as a zombie.
Not that we'll be sent back to our body as some sort of miracle to live our life to the fullest once again.
None of the above, my faithful reader. My concept of life after death is that you don't know what you got until it's gone.
People actually appreciate, respect, and feel a person's presence more when they've passed. There's a sense that a person is more "alive" when he/she is dead than when he/she was still living. Now that's just sad... sadly true.
Must a person pass away to give way for better things?
Must a person perish for him/her to be cherished?
Must a person die for him/her to live in someone's heart and mind forever?
Must a person push daisies to get daisies back?
I can't miss you if you don't leave. More like, I can't miss you if you don't live... What if they can't live if you don't miss them?
Why do we even cry when someone dies if you loved them more than enough while they were still alive?
Why are we so selfish as to mourn or regret someone's death when they no longer have to suffer the dangers of the human world?
We can't do anything about it though. People die, people weep, people move on; and the vicious cycle is repeated. It's just human behavior. I mean, who wouldn't at least feel sorry for losing someone? I won't. Hmmm... I just contradicted myself. How human of me...
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Straws Are For Suckers!
Me and my big mouth are going random with a new segment I'd like to call Ran-dumb Reviews; where some things are always more equal than others...
I'll start this segment with straws. Straws are for suckers! Well, besides that they're literally for people who suck (no offense), only lazy people who are afraid to get their hands wet and who rely on the concept of capillarity use straws.
Let me enumerate the reasons why straws suck:
1. Contrary to popular belief, straws actually make drinking harder. You have to inhale through your mouth to get the liquid inside. And if the straw isn't long enough, you have to either bend you neck low enough for the straw to make mouth contact or you have to use your hand to lift the glass for the straw to reach your mouth. Hmmm... wouldn't it be better to just grab the glass and drink from it. You're practically wasting more energy sucking in air while using your hand to lift or your neck to bend.
2. Straws are plastic. I think you know where I'm going at here... I'm not gonna go all environmentally-mental hippie on you but you know what I mean. Save the forest, ocean, ozone, dolphins, whales, and all endangered wildlife from possible harm by not involving yourself with the non-biodegradable system, starting with straws.
3. Straws are possible nesting grounds for some insects such as cockroaches. There has been a report back then that a woman using a straw to drink her iced tea said that it tasted bitter. It turns out that there were freakin' roach eggs in the straw. This is a reminder to all you suckers (again, no offense) to always look in your straws before using them.
4. If the liquid had to go through the container which may already have traces of bacteria, what more if the liquid goes through the straw... repeatedly?!
5. A drink has ice for example. If you use the straw, you'd be drinking all the uncooled liquid at the bottom. Unlike if you drink with your mouth, you'd be sipping all the iced stuff on top.
6. Straws are for suckers who don't wanna get their mouth wet. Drinking a cold, thirst-quenching drink with your lips moistened up is the most refreshing experience! Plus, when drinking hot drinks, you have more control over the heat if you use your mouth, unlike a straw which sends the hot drink straight to your tongue!
7. I'm saying this again, straws suck in all aspects!
There you have it, me and my big mouth have spoken. Straws suck! They always have and they always will. But if you talk about bendy straws, that's another story...
I'll start this segment with straws. Straws are for suckers! Well, besides that they're literally for people who suck (no offense), only lazy people who are afraid to get their hands wet and who rely on the concept of capillarity use straws.
1. Contrary to popular belief, straws actually make drinking harder. You have to inhale through your mouth to get the liquid inside. And if the straw isn't long enough, you have to either bend you neck low enough for the straw to make mouth contact or you have to use your hand to lift the glass for the straw to reach your mouth. Hmmm... wouldn't it be better to just grab the glass and drink from it. You're practically wasting more energy sucking in air while using your hand to lift or your neck to bend.
2. Straws are plastic. I think you know where I'm going at here... I'm not gonna go all environmentally-mental hippie on you but you know what I mean. Save the forest, ocean, ozone, dolphins, whales, and all endangered wildlife from possible harm by not involving yourself with the non-biodegradable system, starting with straws.
3. Straws are possible nesting grounds for some insects such as cockroaches. There has been a report back then that a woman using a straw to drink her iced tea said that it tasted bitter. It turns out that there were freakin' roach eggs in the straw. This is a reminder to all you suckers (again, no offense) to always look in your straws before using them.
4. If the liquid had to go through the container which may already have traces of bacteria, what more if the liquid goes through the straw... repeatedly?!
5. A drink has ice for example. If you use the straw, you'd be drinking all the uncooled liquid at the bottom. Unlike if you drink with your mouth, you'd be sipping all the iced stuff on top.
6. Straws are for suckers who don't wanna get their mouth wet. Drinking a cold, thirst-quenching drink with your lips moistened up is the most refreshing experience! Plus, when drinking hot drinks, you have more control over the heat if you use your mouth, unlike a straw which sends the hot drink straight to your tongue!
7. I'm saying this again, straws suck in all aspects!
There you have it, me and my big mouth have spoken. Straws suck! They always have and they always will. But if you talk about bendy straws, that's another story...
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Tech Trippin'
Me and my big mouth are here again to expose the dark side of everything (I just noticed that now). Then some random guy says, "Takes one to know one." Okay, dude... now that's dark...
Back to the topic at hand, TECH TRIPPIN'! Why would me and my big mouth be trippin' on technology? It has taken over our lives. It's everywhere. We may not know where it came from, how it's made, why it's there, or what it's for, but we use it like it's nobody's business.
I agree with embracing the 21st century.
I agree with using applied human knowledge to its full potential.
I agree with dominating the food chain, the world, and even the universe, if we're that cocky.
I agree with being civilized, practical, and looking smart by using these doo-hickies, thing-em-a-bobs, thing-em-a-jigs, and what-you-ma-call-its these days.
But seriously, when it becomes your need and you lose all track of common sense, instinct, reasoning, and logic, you make all the other animals look like a supercomputer.
We use computers, music players, cellphones and such every day. I can't really blame our dependence on these things on us. It's the environment society created which I suspect to be the cause. Society fashioned a world where everybody must be "in" and where anything rooted in money must be of top priority. In a world where skyscrapers, tenement blocks, subdivisions, factories, city halls, hotels, and malls rule, people tend to lose connection with others, have less time for themselves, and focus more on getting their priorities straight. Thus, they rely on said devices to get around the hustle and bustle of the modern world.
Now we get the picture, let's apply:
People in social networking sites especially facebook treat it like a second life. They make friends, like, comment, share, suggest, become fans, promote products, write notes, schedule meetings, remember birthdays (even if you hardly know a person), and other stuff a person is either too shy, too busy, too physically incapable, too afraid, too lazy, or too stupid to do in real life.
Take it easy, it's just a website for keeping in touch, easy communication, and friendship. Don't take what you see, do, and get personally. If someone liked your comment, it's either because of bias due to love, support as a friend, or they're simply saying "I agree." If someone blocked you, either you're a total stranger stalking they're every post, or you just get on their nerves in social networking. You don't have to immediately conclude that someone hates your freakin' existence if they blocked you. So what if you can't see them in FB? It's better to do it in real life anyway. Text is misleading. Emoticons are misleading. Online mannerisms are misleading. The net is misleading.
It's the age of technology. Everything is practically rooted in it. The reason why it's become part of the human lifestyle is because our current definition of survival is doing things faster, easier, and better. This evolutionary trait is passed on for the "survival" of the next generation and so on.
We're just having these problems of confusing: reality with the digital world, need with technology, and survival with efficiency, because human and technology are having a hard time getting along. Soon, harmony will be achieved and cyborg-humanoids will roam the world with minds that think inside the box, hearts that beat as one and love safely and accordingly, blood that flows through wire-like veins pulsating with electrical currents to our main power supply of a soul, and skin reinforced by metal to protect them from the heat of the aged sun, diseases of the polluted ecosystem, and the punches thrown by the last remaining humans who still struggle to dominate what they've made which they now consider an accident to mankind.
Hmmm... I just enjoy making highly unlikely but possible scenarios. Take this message to your hard drives, keep it in memory, back it up when your system ages, and reformat when all hope is lost (you do know that I'm talking about you and not your computers). I guess it'll make more sense in the future...
Let's look at the bright side. All is full of love... Hey, if robots were made by humans, they probably have the capacity to love if such a balance was attained. Such is proven by this beautiful music video... until you realize that the video is going backwards and that the two robots are separated from each other and deactivated for actually "loving." Tragic... just tragic.
Back to the topic at hand, TECH TRIPPIN'! Why would me and my big mouth be trippin' on technology? It has taken over our lives. It's everywhere. We may not know where it came from, how it's made, why it's there, or what it's for, but we use it like it's nobody's business.
I agree with embracing the 21st century.
I agree with using applied human knowledge to its full potential.
I agree with dominating the food chain, the world, and even the universe, if we're that cocky.
I agree with being civilized, practical, and looking smart by using these doo-hickies, thing-em-a-bobs, thing-em-a-jigs, and what-you-ma-call-its these days.
But seriously, when it becomes your need and you lose all track of common sense, instinct, reasoning, and logic, you make all the other animals look like a supercomputer.
We use computers, music players, cellphones and such every day. I can't really blame our dependence on these things on us. It's the environment society created which I suspect to be the cause. Society fashioned a world where everybody must be "in" and where anything rooted in money must be of top priority. In a world where skyscrapers, tenement blocks, subdivisions, factories, city halls, hotels, and malls rule, people tend to lose connection with others, have less time for themselves, and focus more on getting their priorities straight. Thus, they rely on said devices to get around the hustle and bustle of the modern world.
Now we get the picture, let's apply:
People in social networking sites especially facebook treat it like a second life. They make friends, like, comment, share, suggest, become fans, promote products, write notes, schedule meetings, remember birthdays (even if you hardly know a person), and other stuff a person is either too shy, too busy, too physically incapable, too afraid, too lazy, or too stupid to do in real life.
Take it easy, it's just a website for keeping in touch, easy communication, and friendship. Don't take what you see, do, and get personally. If someone liked your comment, it's either because of bias due to love, support as a friend, or they're simply saying "I agree." If someone blocked you, either you're a total stranger stalking they're every post, or you just get on their nerves in social networking. You don't have to immediately conclude that someone hates your freakin' existence if they blocked you. So what if you can't see them in FB? It's better to do it in real life anyway. Text is misleading. Emoticons are misleading. Online mannerisms are misleading. The net is misleading.
It's the age of technology. Everything is practically rooted in it. The reason why it's become part of the human lifestyle is because our current definition of survival is doing things faster, easier, and better. This evolutionary trait is passed on for the "survival" of the next generation and so on.
We're just having these problems of confusing: reality with the digital world, need with technology, and survival with efficiency, because human and technology are having a hard time getting along. Soon, harmony will be achieved and cyborg-humanoids will roam the world with minds that think inside the box, hearts that beat as one and love safely and accordingly, blood that flows through wire-like veins pulsating with electrical currents to our main power supply of a soul, and skin reinforced by metal to protect them from the heat of the aged sun, diseases of the polluted ecosystem, and the punches thrown by the last remaining humans who still struggle to dominate what they've made which they now consider an accident to mankind.
Hmmm... I just enjoy making highly unlikely but possible scenarios. Take this message to your hard drives, keep it in memory, back it up when your system ages, and reformat when all hope is lost (you do know that I'm talking about you and not your computers). I guess it'll make more sense in the future...
Let's look at the bright side. All is full of love... Hey, if robots were made by humans, they probably have the capacity to love if such a balance was attained. Such is proven by this beautiful music video... until you realize that the video is going backwards and that the two robots are separated from each other and deactivated for actually "loving." Tragic... just tragic.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Fictional Fear Factors
This is me and my big mouth's first post done mobile (on an iPad). So to celebrate, I'll be opening myself up a bit for you readers and ignorers to have a hint on who you're dealing with.
I'll start with my fears. And the unreasonable back-stories that go with them.
First of all, I'm afraid of freakin' pyramids!
Why? Pyramids are the gateway between our world and the next, the knowledge to build 'em are way beyond their time, and I hate the way they mock me with their triangular perfection.
I have a hunch you were guessing my reasons were mummies... That isn't the case however. I just think of them as zombies who are too afraid to show their undead bodies...
This next one's specific... I fear the part of the end credits of most movies where they say, "In memory of..." It just chills me to the bone when the credit music stops and those words appear in white against a dark background... I have that feeling that someone is watching me and that I should show respect.
Coming up is the common fear of heights (PUNNED). Besides the typical reason of being afraid to fall down... I keep thinking that the fear of the fall would kill me way before the impact. Funny how the human mind works. You're aware that you fear the fear of your fear and yet you still remain afraid...
I admit that I'm not a thrill-seeker and that I am easily amused or satisfied with what I have to not look for anything else (Buddhist much?). So I guess you might include horror movies, roller coasters, and all the other stuff daring people who have less amounts of endorphin would do.
Hmmm... there's also my issues with blood. That's why it's inside the freakin' body. I know that blood is life and all... so am I indirectly implying that I fear life? Yes, I do, I really do. Living every day just means one thing, you're gonna die any time; whether you like it or not, death will always come and will have the last laugh.
There's that saying though, "Live your life to the fullest." I really can't argue with that. But the more I live it to the fullest, the more I fear of letting it go; letting it all go to waste. But only one thought comforts me on that notion, "No one ever really dies."
Taken from the band, N.E.R.D, it has always been my defining concept. We never die and disappear from existence, instead we live on but in a different form. Our body releases its hull but the energy inside never dies (This is not a Black Eyed Peas reference). What a comforting thought...
Back to my fears; my mom used to tell me that if I swallowed a watermelon seed (or any seed, for that matter), it would grow inside my stomach. You know how deductive I can be, right? I then concluded that the seed would continue to grow as a plant until my body would explode.
Then there's policemen... I was usually misbehaving back then. My mom would tell me policemen are these soulless law-enforcers who take away naughty children and either hit them with their batons or make them deaf with their supersonic radios. Those were the freakin' days...
There's the fear of insects and all those creepy crappy crawlies. Besides their alien appearance, and irritating buzzing, it's the sound of their crunchy bodies being crushed which drives me insane... especially cockroaches who can live for two weeks without a head, survive nuclear warfare, but are practically left for dead when on their backs.
Nothing to fear but fear itself, right? In this case, nothing to fear but the fear of pyramids, after-show memorials, heights, horror movies, roller coasters, blood, life, seeds, policemen, and insects. But that didn't stop me from living my life filled with all these specific hindrances. Me and my big mouth leave you with this saying. "May you make fear a better obstacle for it to make you a better person."
I'll start with my fears. And the unreasonable back-stories that go with them.
First of all, I'm afraid of freakin' pyramids!
Why? Pyramids are the gateway between our world and the next, the knowledge to build 'em are way beyond their time, and I hate the way they mock me with their triangular perfection.
I have a hunch you were guessing my reasons were mummies... That isn't the case however. I just think of them as zombies who are too afraid to show their undead bodies...
This next one's specific... I fear the part of the end credits of most movies where they say, "In memory of..." It just chills me to the bone when the credit music stops and those words appear in white against a dark background... I have that feeling that someone is watching me and that I should show respect.
Coming up is the common fear of heights (PUNNED). Besides the typical reason of being afraid to fall down... I keep thinking that the fear of the fall would kill me way before the impact. Funny how the human mind works. You're aware that you fear the fear of your fear and yet you still remain afraid...
I admit that I'm not a thrill-seeker and that I am easily amused or satisfied with what I have to not look for anything else (Buddhist much?). So I guess you might include horror movies, roller coasters, and all the other stuff daring people who have less amounts of endorphin would do.
Hmmm... there's also my issues with blood. That's why it's inside the freakin' body. I know that blood is life and all... so am I indirectly implying that I fear life? Yes, I do, I really do. Living every day just means one thing, you're gonna die any time; whether you like it or not, death will always come and will have the last laugh.
There's that saying though, "Live your life to the fullest." I really can't argue with that. But the more I live it to the fullest, the more I fear of letting it go; letting it all go to waste. But only one thought comforts me on that notion, "No one ever really dies."
Taken from the band, N.E.R.D, it has always been my defining concept. We never die and disappear from existence, instead we live on but in a different form. Our body releases its hull but the energy inside never dies (This is not a Black Eyed Peas reference). What a comforting thought...
Back to my fears; my mom used to tell me that if I swallowed a watermelon seed (or any seed, for that matter), it would grow inside my stomach. You know how deductive I can be, right? I then concluded that the seed would continue to grow as a plant until my body would explode.
Then there's policemen... I was usually misbehaving back then. My mom would tell me policemen are these soulless law-enforcers who take away naughty children and either hit them with their batons or make them deaf with their supersonic radios. Those were the freakin' days...
There's the fear of insects and all those creepy crappy crawlies. Besides their alien appearance, and irritating buzzing, it's the sound of their crunchy bodies being crushed which drives me insane... especially cockroaches who can live for two weeks without a head, survive nuclear warfare, but are practically left for dead when on their backs.
Nothing to fear but fear itself, right? In this case, nothing to fear but the fear of pyramids, after-show memorials, heights, horror movies, roller coasters, blood, life, seeds, policemen, and insects. But that didn't stop me from living my life filled with all these specific hindrances. Me and my big mouth leave you with this saying. "May you make fear a better obstacle for it to make you a better person."
Friday, April 29, 2011
Me and My Quotes 1
Here are some quotes straight from me and my big mouth...
"The grass is always greener on the chemically enhanced side."
"The grass that got greener died shortly after, so they decided to conclude that it seems greener if you look at it from outside a greenhouse."
"The chicken crossed the road to prove its stereotype wrong."
"Life is a bitch, go fuck it."
Mass media didn't approve of the previous quote, so they changed it to: "Life is a witch, go suck it."
"A witch also means an edible North Atlantic flatfish..."
"The best things in life are stolen."
"Don't be the best. Be better! Better always beats best, no matter how good it is."
"Awe is a logical word. Too much of it is bad (awful). Just enough of it is best (awesome)."
"Music is the celebration of sound."
"Singing is the celebration of oxygen."
"Talking is the celebration of tongue and saliva."
"Sleeping is sound, oxygen, tongue and saliva put together in a motionless celebration of life."
"Everything happens for a price... eventually."
Correction: "Everything is priced for a reason."
"Anyone can be beautiful but not everyone can afford it."
"Beauty is in the eyes of the customer."
"The customer is always right, only if he/she buys something."
"Love is nature's way of fooling us into procreation."
"You are what society tells you to be."
"Society is what the government tells it to be."
"The government is supposed to be what the people tell it to be."
"Health is the act of delaying death."
"I'd rather dream awake than live life sleeping."
"Dreams are as real as the reality of the person who made them."
"Nothing to fear but God Himself."
"Fools rush in where alcoholics fear to drive."
"Try, try, until you try dying."
"Better to give up than to give in."
"Better to shoot than reload."
"When life gets meaningless, use a dictionary."
"What is patriotism without world peace?"
"We tend to lose our mind when we find our heart."
"We are as infinite as our limitations."
"We are accidents waiting to happen."
"Humans are capable of finding organization in the most chaotic of systems."
"Humans are the masters of making their own disasters."
"Rules are meant to be broken, laws are meant to be debunked."
"There is no such thing as ignoring someone on purpose."
"The internet is the safest highway to travel in at illegal speeds."
"The grass is always greener on the chemically enhanced side."
"The grass that got greener died shortly after, so they decided to conclude that it seems greener if you look at it from outside a greenhouse."
"The chicken crossed the road to prove its stereotype wrong."
"Life is more than breathing."
"Life is a bitch, go fuck it."
Mass media didn't approve of the previous quote, so they changed it to: "Life is a witch, go suck it."
"A witch also means an edible North Atlantic flatfish..."
"The best things in life are stolen."
"Don't be the best. Be better! Better always beats best, no matter how good it is."
"Awe is a logical word. Too much of it is bad (awful). Just enough of it is best (awesome)."
"Music is the celebration of sound."
"Singing is the celebration of oxygen."
"Talking is the celebration of tongue and saliva."
"Sleeping is sound, oxygen, tongue and saliva put together in a motionless celebration of life."
"Everything happens for a price... eventually."
Correction: "Everything is priced for a reason."
"Anyone can be beautiful but not everyone can afford it."
"Beauty is in the eyes of the customer."
"The customer is always right, only if he/she buys something."
"Love is nature's way of fooling us into procreation."
"You are what society tells you to be."
"Society is what the government tells it to be."
"The government is supposed to be what the people tell it to be."
"Health is the act of delaying death."
"I'd rather dream awake than live life sleeping."
"Dreams are as real as the reality of the person who made them."
"Nothing to fear but God Himself."
"Fools rush in where alcoholics fear to drive."
"Try, try, until you try dying."
"Better to give up than to give in."
"Better to shoot than reload."
"When life gets meaningless, use a dictionary."
"What is patriotism without world peace?"
"We tend to lose our mind when we find our heart."
"We are as infinite as our limitations."
"We are accidents waiting to happen."
"Humans are capable of finding organization in the most chaotic of systems."
"Humans are the masters of making their own disasters."
"Rules are meant to be broken, laws are meant to be debunked."
"There is no such thing as ignoring someone on purpose."
"The internet is the safest highway to travel in at illegal speeds."
"When life gives you artificial lemon flavoring, make lemonade."
"When life gives you real lemons, make lemon-scented detergent."
"When life gives you lots of free time, write a blog entry."
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Twisted Professions
What do you wanna be when you grow up??? I wanna be a doctor, astronaut, firefighter, pilot, scientist, dentist, racer, wrestler, martial arts master, lawyer, chemist, and all that shizz.
It's just that... well, it's kinda cool how the squeegee works; in that it has two sides! A wet, sponge-like soaker that transports the view of your window to a mystical land of foam and lather, and the squeegee itself which somehow magically brings you back to the real world in higher definition.
As for fountain makers, I've always had an unexplainable interest in fountains when I was young. I would always wonder where the water would come from, follow the cool and mesmerizing path the water takes, and ask myself where it all ends up. I especially prefer the fountains with more complex designs and water flows. Trust my big mouth, I would stare at one of those babies for five hours on end if I were given one.
But now to the topic at hand, twisted professions... What do I mean exactly?
There's nothing wrong with having a job, especially if that job pays a lot. But when you get right down to it, jobs are just... cynical. Let's take these instances:
1. I'm a firefighter. I fight fires (DUH!). I expect more fires to strike the city if I wanna keep my job.
2. I'm an antivirus programmer. I create softwares that protect people from information-stealing, computer-crashing viruses. I hope those hackers continue to spawn new viruses for my products to sell.
3. I'm a scientist. I discover new things through tried and tested scientific methods that can be replicated. I hope people don't know much about the world for me to explain everything for them.
4. I'm a doctor. I don't have a job unless there are people who need to be treated. Thus, I hope more people would get sick for me to keep my job.
5. I'm a cremator. I burn corpses for a living (ironic, isn't it?). People need to keep dying for me to support my family. (Unfortunately, the same goes for those who work in morgues.)
6. I'm a soldier. I fight for my country. What's my purpose if there was world peace?
7. I'm a priest. I lead the people who desire to connect with God. People should continue sinning so they would keep coming back to me for forgiveness.
8. I'm a lawyer. I am assigned with the task of making a law, defending it, or deciding if it should be implemented. I assume more problems in society would require us to straighten them out with more laws.
9. I'm the president. The people appointed me to lead them since they can't lead themselves. Unrest, crime, corruption, wars, and poverty should continue ensuing for me to keep my position.
10. I'm God. I created everything and everyone. My existence, power, and origin is beyond reason. Everything unknown in the world should be blamed at me for my power to remain unquestioned and absolute.
I'm just sayin'... We're in it for the money; no questions there. We're in it to do something significant with our lives; completely reasonable. We do it 'coz everybody else is doing it; why not? We do it to support ourselves and our loved ones in a system centered on money, social standing, nationality, and laws approved by a council that may or may not represent the verdict of the population; go ahead, no one is stopping you.
Humans are twisted, and they twisted their world with them. There's more to life than jobs anyway... Just keep your intentions pure and selfless. As for the salary, you earned it. You didn't go through the flawed educational system just to earn bragging rights for making the cut. You learn something new every day, hopefully this lesson must have been freakin' obvious. Me and my big jobless mouth...
Personally, if you asked me this question back then, I'll answer with either a window washer or a fountain maker. It's lame... I know, don't rub it in my window of a face. Forgive the pun.
It's just that... well, it's kinda cool how the squeegee works; in that it has two sides! A wet, sponge-like soaker that transports the view of your window to a mystical land of foam and lather, and the squeegee itself which somehow magically brings you back to the real world in higher definition.
As for fountain makers, I've always had an unexplainable interest in fountains when I was young. I would always wonder where the water would come from, follow the cool and mesmerizing path the water takes, and ask myself where it all ends up. I especially prefer the fountains with more complex designs and water flows. Trust my big mouth, I would stare at one of those babies for five hours on end if I were given one.
But now to the topic at hand, twisted professions... What do I mean exactly?
There's nothing wrong with having a job, especially if that job pays a lot. But when you get right down to it, jobs are just... cynical. Let's take these instances:
1. I'm a firefighter. I fight fires (DUH!). I expect more fires to strike the city if I wanna keep my job.
2. I'm an antivirus programmer. I create softwares that protect people from information-stealing, computer-crashing viruses. I hope those hackers continue to spawn new viruses for my products to sell.
3. I'm a scientist. I discover new things through tried and tested scientific methods that can be replicated. I hope people don't know much about the world for me to explain everything for them.
4. I'm a doctor. I don't have a job unless there are people who need to be treated. Thus, I hope more people would get sick for me to keep my job.
5. I'm a cremator. I burn corpses for a living (ironic, isn't it?). People need to keep dying for me to support my family. (Unfortunately, the same goes for those who work in morgues.)
6. I'm a soldier. I fight for my country. What's my purpose if there was world peace?
7. I'm a priest. I lead the people who desire to connect with God. People should continue sinning so they would keep coming back to me for forgiveness.
8. I'm a lawyer. I am assigned with the task of making a law, defending it, or deciding if it should be implemented. I assume more problems in society would require us to straighten them out with more laws.
9. I'm the president. The people appointed me to lead them since they can't lead themselves. Unrest, crime, corruption, wars, and poverty should continue ensuing for me to keep my position.
10. I'm God. I created everything and everyone. My existence, power, and origin is beyond reason. Everything unknown in the world should be blamed at me for my power to remain unquestioned and absolute.
I'm just sayin'... We're in it for the money; no questions there. We're in it to do something significant with our lives; completely reasonable. We do it 'coz everybody else is doing it; why not? We do it to support ourselves and our loved ones in a system centered on money, social standing, nationality, and laws approved by a council that may or may not represent the verdict of the population; go ahead, no one is stopping you.
Humans are twisted, and they twisted their world with them. There's more to life than jobs anyway... Just keep your intentions pure and selfless. As for the salary, you earned it. You didn't go through the flawed educational system just to earn bragging rights for making the cut. You learn something new every day, hopefully this lesson must have been freakin' obvious. Me and my big jobless mouth...
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The Universal Sigh 1.
You look at the clock to find out it's 1:23 in the morning. Your simple joys of seeing consecutive numbers at the time of day make you smile despite the rough day ahead. Oh, the universal sigh...
You go to the dorm shower to realize you didn't bring anything so you decide to urinate in that special cubicle you've had so many memories in to make the trip worthwhile. Oh, the universal sigh...
You want to cut in your morning class due to lack of sleep and after eating breakfast, decide you're too full to sleep. So you go to class anyway, and coincidentally take a quiz. Oh, the universal sigh...
You want to sleep in your one-and-a-half-hour break but decide to blog about what happened earlier to take your mind off sleep. Oh, the universal sigh...
You realize your body needs sleep but your mind thinks otherwise... Does the mind slowly kill the body this way? Mind over matter. Oh, the universal sigh...
You realize that this blog is getting nowhere and that you're just bored as fuck to post something about your own twisted meaning of The Universal Sigh, which is actually a newspaper edition of a Radiohead album. Oh, the universal sigh...
You decide to save this draft for now and come back later with more insightful experiences other people might take interest to. Oh, the universal sigh...
... ... ... ...
You come back at 12 in the midnight after passing an online assignment 20 minutes late from the deadline hoping your instructor would still accept the assignment assuming he just came online. He just "came" online. HAHAHAHA. Oh, the universal sigh...
You recall earlier this day that your seatmate greets a fellow classmate "Happy Birthday." You didn't know about this and decide to not greet him since you think that your classmate will think you greeted him just because someone else did and not because you intentionally wanted to. Oh, the universal sigh...
You ate noodles with your friends before passing said assignment while talking about a guy, sexuality, dicks, university stereotypes, fashion, psychology, and a french way to say "fuck you." Oh, the universal sigh...
After mentioning psychology in the previous statement, you remember watching a documentary about the brain in your psychology class earlier that day. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle. Then, you realize that your brain was bored of knowing about itself. Oh, the universal sigh...
You ran out of things to sarcastically comment on for the day so you decide to universally sigh... to end a rough day in the best possible way.
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