I Audio Feel Ya Audiophilia...

Audiophile - a person in pursuit of the perfect quality of sound, usu. desperate enough to spend gobs of money on quality sound systems to vintage phonographs.

Why did I choose to blog about audiophiles? Because I have the same knack for quality. No, I'm not the guy who is just in pursuit of Beats, I am also after the sound of the song itself like most others.

This doesn't mean I am an audiophile. First of all, I don't have the money. Next, I don't have the time. Lastly, I don't have the amount of fucks to give necessary for me to enjoy it. Though my ears may be sensitive, it doesn't mean they are not open.

Call me an anti-audiophile which is completely different from an audiophobe. An audiophobe fears sound and would completely cut off his ears faster than Peter did with a Roman soldier. An anti-audiophile is also not to be mistaken for a guy who hate audiophiles.

My definition of an anti-audiophile is someone who loves any form of sound but has a weird preference to a deliberate assault on the eardrums. Think of guys who like metal, BROstep (not to be mistaken for dubstep,. more on that on later blogs), lo-fi, experimental, and the like. Of course, with metal, hard rock, hardcore, screamo, death metal and what not, it's usually the sheer emotion, and brutal frankness of the lyrics & message, coupled with the adrenaline-defying guitar shreds, and heavy drum poundage. For others that are pure music, and no lyrics, well, guys like me are in it for DAT SOUND; the sound of pure angst, rage, anxiety, and hatred in the world in which we translate to indefinite bliss and escape. Or maybe, we just have a different ear.

One that can understand the chaos. One that can appreciate a blatant disregard for noise and distortion. It's gotten to the point where I enjoy the sounds of construction workers, microphone feedbacks, bass guitar slides, violin shrieks, human violence, creaky furniture, ballpen springs, basement generators, motorcycle and automobile engines (who wouldn't like the roar of a good chopper or supercar once in a while), wub-wubs, clanks, beeps, whirrs, sprangs, booms, and the other cacophony around us. Other than being a total stress reliever for me, it also inspires me to be myself in a way.

Take these which have always been my de-stressing tracks. Ventolin is a drug which has the unfortunate side-effect of tinnitus a.k.a. ringing in the ears.

And let's try this one from Mr. Tobin, made out of lions and faulty stringed instruments.

Lastly, pure dubstep filth made out of a chainsaw.

One person's noise is another man's eargasm. This is just my way of saying music is subjective. Of course, this is only one side of my musical tastes, you'll see more of 'em in a bit. I need my daily dose of noise now.

CHALLENGES ACCEPTED

You remember this post? Something did happen. Something too depressing for words... but mostly because it is promised to be kept secret. Time went slower, walks became longer, summer became hotter, and shit became way too bad to be real. I would like to think it was some sort of April Fool's gimmick. I lost a roommate. College claimed its first victim.

Surely, it'll take some getting used to but I guess it's time for me... rather, us, to change. To be more productive and pursue what we aimed to do together: Blue Hour, Radio.Active, The Final Score, our indie video series, novels, and whatevers. Wherever you are, make us proud out there! We'll be trying our best to make you proud of us too. What matters is that all lessons are learned... by all of us. Heck, I might even be taking this harder than the guy himself. Here I am, eating myself alive yet again with the past and his good friend nostalgia.

All hope is not lost. But for now I shall

lie down in darkness. I feel somehow... destroyed.

Radio Active - FM Life

Me and my big mouth are back, blogging at 7:45 am, slightly shaken from recent memories but still holding on to music. So far, after a few reflections on previous endeavors in music, I will pursue another project. Don't worry Blue Hour is still going on as planned.

It's about time I stop reflecting on life through soundtracks and start enjoying it. That's right, soundtracks will be on hold at the moment. I wanna make electro music, something that has always been my top priority since the first album I made in college. Music that ranges from electro to house to trance to dubstep to drum n' bass. So far I've got a handful of tracks I'm still fine-tuning to perfection. The project's name is Radio Active since it sounds like a pretty party-pumping name to me, besides the fact that I am also partly a chemistry student. The debut album title will be FM Life.

Why FM Life? First of all, it's a clever wordplay for FML (Fuck My Life). We all admit there's a time in our life when we realize we're no longer virgins because we already get fucked by life (taken from Kurt Cobain, I think). So instead of letting it rape you in the backside, why don't you try fighting back? Struggle with life as you do the endless dance of fucking each other up and see who gets the last laugh. Like sex, it doesn't only require effort, love, and passion, it also introduces desire, lust, and pleasure which are notable traits of all humans; our animal instinct, if you will.

Next, it also means frequency modulation such as FM radio stations. Techinically, FM conveys information over a carrier wave by varying its instantaneous frequency (Wikipedia). It's something like us varying our frequency to adapt to our carrier wave which is life in order to convey a particular message. Either that fancy interpretation or it's just because FM (Life) fits with Radio (Active).

Lastly, most of the songs are gonna be slightly different from typical electro songs yet still have the feel of being electro. Like an FM radio station, you'll never know what you'll hear next along with all the static and intercepted transmissions. Take for example a rockstep song (rock-dubstep), an electro song from various noises and bleeps, an acoustic drum & bass track, and many more hopefully.

So you ask how I'm doing? I'm doing fan-fucking-tastic right here. But remember my famous words, "Don't expect much from me, expect more from yourself."

Déjà Vu Debut

Me and my big mouth are back standing on the far edge of the weekend; ready to jump to the heights of the incoming week. This weekend I attended a debut of a friend who I haven't come in contact with for quite some time. The fact that I got invited was already an honor. The memories that overflowed my mind during the party was what made me wonder; what really happened?

The debutante is an ineffable, expressive, and unique woman. She's a movie buff, unconventional thinker, and a bookworm to say the least. I would not go deeper in her description for honestly, even if we have spent so much time in the past together in our circle of friends, I do not know that much about her. One thing's for sure, she's a person of class.

With an opener of prayers ranging across all major religions, this ain't your ordinary debut. You also got a well-executed and spine-tingling monologue from "The Despair of Judas" as an opening act.

Me and my three roomies were all seated antisocially in table 5; separated from the others. I guess we're on a league of our own. Yup, the food was nice and so was the sheer sense of nostalgia from the 1920's theme.

As pictures of her flashed on the screen, I started to realize how much she changed the lives of so many awesome people out there including me. I had a taste of philosophy, a fair share of movies, and some interesting talks with her.

Furthermore, in a personal level, she inspired me to do what I do in music and blogging. My mind screamed self-expression and standing out after meeting her. In fact, the movies she introduced to me pretty much sums up what time with her is like. From the eccentricity of "Science of Sleep" to the thought-inducing "Mindwalk," I always thought I got an idea of what she was like; the way I always did after meeting any person back then. Yup, I admit I am quite a judger back then. Nonetheless, she is very interesting.

In fact, I made an album back then to sort of symbolize what I've gone through in our small set of friends. An album of "firsts"; first party, first love, first regret, first dance, you name it. It was all composed in the key of A, as a sort of small tribute to her, plus, the key of A sounds awesome. I never did finish that album after realizing how crappy my work was back then. That's what you get when you ask a person of class's opinion about it. It's all right though. A little criticism can go a long way in improvement.

Anyway, as the 18 quotes and scenes went on (a different take on the 18 candles and roses), I wanted to remember how she's like. The heart-warming messages from all her closest friends jogged my memory a bit until I vividly remembered everything my roomie told me about my crush on her back then. I thought of it as being young, blinded, and foolish. He said it was the best inspiration which helped me become who I am today.

I remember spending all night talking in the prayer room until almost 2 in the morning about personal stories and random shizz about our lives. I remember eating together every dinner. I remember celebrating our birthdays and Christmas together. I remember chatting on Facebook when we were busy. I remember the fights and immediate disbanding of it all. I now realize we're all just busy and incapable of having the fun we used to have. It seems we have our own paths now.

One of her roommates in the 18 quotes said her message and suddenly welled up in the end of her speech after much reminiscing about the sleepless nights they used to spend with each other. It kinda made me tear a bit inside. Well, I kinda miss when the seven of us used to hang together. But who am I to impose a reunion when others might not have the same view as mine.

It's the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be. Seems like a pretty cliche thing to say on a birthday but what the heck. It kinda brought my heart in a washing machine and left it out to dry for a moment. I'm in the drying phase right now. I just feel so heavy-hearted about all of the past events. Heck, it even went as far as back in my childhood when I realized how little I have been doing in my life.

I now reviewed the album I made in freshmen year with critical ears. I was really "something" back then. I then reviewed everything I made after that (Jazztech, Piece of Pi, LP). It was an evolution. I knew I needed to continue my work in music.

I'll just leave myself with these words from good ol' Dr. Seuss. "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."

Along with that, a tune I can't seem to get off my chest. "Melancholy sky, you made me blue. Still hanging on, there's nothing I can do... not this time." - Goldfrapp

"When you get déjà vu, it just means you're on the right track." Hopefully...
- taken from a Paranormal 101 talk back then

Rest In Peace

Me and my big mouth are back reflecting on the world and all its faults. These are heavy times for me. My former blockmate and friend has just passed away and I can't do anything but feel bad for many reasons.

I feel bad that she just disappeared without anyone's notice. It seemed like she was just around a few weeks and the next thing you know, daisies were pushed.

I feel bad that I felt numb after hearing about it. Do I not feel sympathy for the close people in her life? Do I not feel regret for not having said goodbye? Do I not feel sorrow for having lost someone so distant yet so close in my life?

I feel bad that I have other priorities to deal with. I feel helpless that I can't do anything about it and because of this I feel uneasy doing my usual tasks.

I feel bad that I have to feel bad in general.

I feel happy because she happened and I was a part of it as well as many other people.

I feel happy because she's in a better place, away from the cruel world she once knew.

I feel happy because I need to. My Law teacher always said that nothing is accomplished when you feel bad about yourself.

I feel happy because I always get over it. Time is the best medicine.

We often rush ourselves; forgetting all the little things that we pass by. Life is always in motion and no one will wait for you. Everything continues no matter how many times you attempt to pause it. For me, the beauty of life lies in its continuity; in that it doesn't give a damn about anything and just moves on for the sake of itself.

Rest in peace Pauline Ann Prudencio. You will be missed, remembered, and cherished while we continue, move on, and smile.

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?)

My Blog Format

<start>
<insert title fulfilling one or more of the following conditions>
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(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:
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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.>
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<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>

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?"

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!

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.

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!

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...

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.

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."

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.

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...

Everyday Superheroes

Alrighty, the big mouth is back for more. This time I'll talk about us... being superheroes. What superpowers do you have? I, for instance, have the power to call myself a superhero. Can you?

It all started on the day when I first thought I had superpowers...

It was a cold evening when my dad wanted me to fix a loose connection at the back of our CPU. I touched the casing of the CPU and I felt a sudden spark run through my nerves. I tried touching it again, and it was the same paralyzing results. Remember the CPU casing is plastic... Oh yeah, did I mention the CPU was unplugged... (Cue dramatic music)

I told my dad about it and he tried touching it himself without feeling a thing.

My mom on the other hand felt a lighter and more manageable spark. I tried holding my mother's other hand while she held onto the CPU... and we both felt an immense jolt.

So did that mean I'm a human lightning-rod or something? Actually, I had sweaty hands and no footwear which made freakin' static electricity. Must science ruin everyone's fun?

Exhibit A, we all fly or levitate every day. Whenever we drive or get on an automobile, we get from point A to point B without our feet touching the ground.

Exhibit B, we might not exhibit physical superiority but we can do all these things in the modern world without the need for such powers. Remembering names, appointments, figures, numbers, relationships, facts, opinions, needs, wants, loved ones, religion, laws, concepts, theories, and etc. are just one aspect of that. Prioritizing, performing, planning, backtracking, analyzing, scanning, and such are another.

Exhibit C, mind over matter. The mind can push the human body to its limits without the need for kryptonite, chemical X, radioactive spider bites, gadgets, god-given powers and the like. All we need is water, shelter, and...

Exhibit D, helping others in our own little way contributes to the grand scheme of things for the common good. This makes a superhero. It may have been a common after-school moral lesson, but it works.

Exhibit E, if superheroes really existed, aren't they just a form of authority like the government and what not? They have all that power in their hands and at some degree may decide to abuse it (and become supervillains) or ignore its full potential. In the real world though, there are no chosen ones. The power is actually in everyone's hands. It just depends on if that person chooses to recognize, embrace, and share it with the world.

Exhibit F, no universal common good exists. Supervillains, from their point of view, are doing this for the good of their kind, and that in a way makes them a superhero. Furthermore, superheroes thrive on supervillains and vice versa. If that is the case, supervillains are superheroes for giving us the existence of superheroes. Therefore, everybody is a superhero...

So, in short, I'm super-bored and I wanted me as well as others to feel better about themselves in my own little way. I guess that's another way I'm a superhero. I better wrap this up before I bore you to death... I wouldn't be a superhero if I did that, would I?

The Birthday Hater

Testing... 1, 2, 3... Is the font clear? Can you read what I'm typing? My blog, my type test.

First blog, what to type, what to type? Well, it's been 16 days past my birthday FYI. I'm not bragging nor warning you about it or anything. I'm just unhappy, that's all.

Well, of course there are many reasons why one should like one's birthday:
1. It's the day you were born.
2. It's the dang day you were born..
3. Hmmm... It's the freakin' day you were born!
(I hate stating the obvious)

That reason alone is enough to satisfy most people in this world. Unfortunately, I'm not like most people...

Why is it that a person is only allotted one time to celebrate his/her being?

Can't every day be a birthday? Can't we spend as much as a birthday (optional)?
Can't we be as happy as we do in our birthdays? Can't we feel reborn every day?

I'm not saying we should hate our birthdays, nor am I saying we should hate other people who love their birthdays. I'm just implying that we should make the most of our days. Though we were born on our birthdays, we have as much reason to celebrate every day WE LIVE.

As a reference for this topic, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's (a.k.a. Lewis Carroll) novel, "Alice in Wonderland" shows the importance of "unbirthdays." Each year we have one birthday and 364 unbirthdays! Some might think pure logic, other might have more parties, but I say, "I'm happy every day!"

So let me be the first person (hopefully) to say "Happy Unbirthday" to whosoever reads this first blog of mine, just in case it's not your birthday today.

Don't worry, more will come. For now, I'll leave you with this song from one of my fave bands, Blur.

Lyrics:

It's my birthday
No one here day
Very strange day
I think of you day
Go outside day
Sit in park day
Watch the sky day
What a pathetic day
I don't like this day
It makes me feel too small
I don't like these days
They make me feel so small