I know I should engage your attention if I wanted my page to rake up an obscene amount of hits. I suppose, in doing that, I ought to say something highfalutinly profound to give the impression that I am "interesting."
However, as I mainly concern myself of trivial stuff (i.e. taming my ugly mop of hair; hunting for the Lint Monster that eats up my socks during washer spin cycle), I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to pull off having an intrinsic character despite peppering this space with lotsa German words like "zeitgeist", "weltanschauung", and "volkswagen".
I am shallow, people of the universe. So shallow that I tidy up complexity by putting people into neat boxes of stereotypes using the question, "What's your sign?".
But when I tire of being shallow, I try to critique movies and books. And sometimes, when my insecurity-level spikes so low, I try to make myself sound so interesting by talking about philosophy. "Try" is the operative word here.
Please excuse me if I talk about me a lot. It's my favorite topic. Next to talking about nothing.
And when one talks about nothing, nothing becomes something. And it's called "crap".
Journeying with Sister Sledge
June 30, 2008Although I have long been very inactive to the pursuit of the Muses, that does not stop me to celebrate the 4th Anniversary of Pinoy Poets, together with the oldies.
And because my creative juices is still impaired from the two-week long project cramming (where I literally sleep for only 2-3 hours everyday and subsist only on MRT kiosks’ delectables and paracetamol since it’s the only diet that time would allow me), I could only post pictures taken by dearest Rhodge (careof his phone cam).
Yep. We have larynx-busting convention at the Su Family KTV Bar along Meralco Avenue in Ortigas. To Gracia, Xam, Claire, Siquey, Tito Rolly, Kath, Emong, Claire, Ani, Nanoy, Ergoe, and of course, star-of-the-night Rhodgeness, I missed you all.
P.S. In Where’s Wally-esque tradition, find Van there.
P.P.S. I was also with Schroo in the event, but he’s even more elusive than I am.
There are no sunny skies at the moment for 25 because of 22
June 21, 2008I loved life at 22. I think I loved it too much that now at 25, ghostly recollection of stupidities came popping out of nowhere. The world used to be large, but nowadays, I feel claustrophobic; seeing corners and almost bumping at them.
At 22, the moon was a friend, wrapping its dim glow around my solitary soliloquies on nights that I can’t sleep. Today, it won’t even say hello behind hazy clouds. It’s the same thing with the rain. I used to love walking under it. Now, I shiver at its unkind downpour.
At the moment, I feel like running down the streets naked, flashing everyone’s subsconcious of what I would like to bare. That or fly across every corners of the world, trying to broaden the narrowing space I’m in. However, I can only content myself now with the calming presence of a lover that understands all and accepts everything.
I’m sure Life , with its fantastic sense of humor, laughs at the joke I’m in. I only wish I could laugh too at the punchline it gave.
P.S. It was originally accompanied by a poem by Liz Lochhead. But I took it down because it was too revealing. I know it prolly doesn’t make sense , but I’m blogging for me now. And I’m taking advantage now the real purpose of blogging: to write in a form of release.
P.S.S. No thanks to Ah-de for the thigh two! :p
Commercial Break from the PMS (PMS Part 2)
June 9, 2008While I’m letting Schroo take some time to choose his next words more carefully (for the continuation of the PMS post), I’m giving the guys something to appreciate women more:
Introducing the C-String - the new evolution of underwear that’s twice the wedgie a G-string provides. It’s economical in the sense that the stiffness makes it possible to be less the string that’s suppose to hold it up, and versatile enough to serve as a headband when you decide to go commando instead.
As for the sexiness rate of this thing?
Schroo commented with a funny look on his face, “Er… that looks painful.”
”Does it?,” I asked nonchalantly and said, “But anyweyz, it’s all in the pursuit of beauty, dearest.”
Schroo rolled his eyes and mutttered, “Geezus.
Ignoring that, I, still on a campaign explaining a rationale to something really irrational, said, “It’s the new revolutionary step in eliminating unsightly VPLs sweetie. Having that is sooooo not right.
Schroo exclaimed upon hearing something so foreign to him, “VP-huwaatt?”
Sighing, I explained patiently, “Visible Panty Lines,” then seeing no comprehension on his face, “It’s when the outline of one’s underwear becomes visible through tight clothing,” I explained further.
”Aahhh”
”That’s how G-strings or thongs got invented in the first place; with the advent of the popularity of going-commando, girls suddenly felt the need to eliminate the evidences that they’re granny panties users.”
”So, you mean, for the sake of looking sexy, girls don’t mind that there’s something stuck between their buttcheeks?”
”Yup.” replied I, then looking meaningfully at him I added, ” So, you guys have to learn to appreciate us more just for the fact that we’d go lengths to look beautiful.”
Of course, Schroo got the message. So much so that he made a mental note adding to the PMS post he’s suppose to finish:
Number 4: Women are crazy. No further explanation.
Picture credit: www.lovehoney.co.uk
