My Blog Format

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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)
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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)
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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!

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)

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!

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.

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