opm blues part 2

i was listening to 101.9 this afternoon (like i had any choice in the matter), and thus, i got to listen to today's latest, for the lack of a better word, crap. yes, friends, when i say "crap" in this entry, i talk about the rest of the genre that is original pilipino music. (why "rest of the genre"? there are some really good bands amidst the anarchy... hence, "diamonds in the rough").

it was then that i noticed a particular annoying common denominator, which happens to be what is dragging down the genre right now.

have you noticed that 95% of all opm songs talk about nothing but love, in all its common and obvious forms? declaration of love, loss of love, wanton breakups, they're all the same, singing about love this and love that.

it's what makes 6cyclemind and cueshe horribly redundant and stale, and what makes bamboo, rivermaya, and sandwich unique. rivermaya, despite oft-repeating the equally annoying theme of patriotism (which bamboo also does likewise, but to a certain extent), knows when to sing about something else, a skill bamboo and sandwich masterfully wield at the same time.

at a minor tangent, 6cyclemind is horribly repetitive with similar themes, both lyrically and musically. i already know what to expect from their lead singer whose voice is horribly stale as well.

the thing that makes radioactive sago project special is that they don't immediately hand over the meaning of their songs in a silver spoon; the challenge for you is to find out what the hell exactly are they going on about. however, when cueshe announces that they have a new single or album, you know immediately that it will be full of whining.

the industry cannot progress if you'll all be going on about the same thing - it will make the whole pool stale. take some advice; sing about something else, sing about trivial things, sing about the state of society, sing about a psychological disorder, sing about a bad habit, sing with random lyrics inserted into jam sessions, i don't care what you sing about - as long as it's not love.

afflicted

i just made a startling discovery about myself today.

i realized, while half-asleep, that i snore really loudly.

i mean, sure, my best friend told me that i snored during her LSYC retreat, but i thought that was just the quiet, restrained sort of snoring. however, i was half-asleep this afternoon when i heard my thunderous snoring!

if anything, i am ashamed of it. i abhorred justin's snoring because it barely helped me to sleep in the car, and now i'm afflicted with it. my prior knowledge (eeew LCLE term) of loud snoring tells me that fat people and sick people are stricken with loud snoring, and to look on the bright side, at least i'm getting fatter. :))

anyway, my eagles addiction has turned into a queen addiction. like i said, my musical tastes change like the ebbing of the tides.

hello, young lovers, wherever you are

any high school student will tell you that prom season rolls along with valentine season. it's naturally the season of love and couples [who haven't been around for the rest of the school year] are springing up.

like i said in my post titled "somebody to love", this category excludes me (and negs). this year, both my brothers have relationships! (that's a first, and i'm quite proud of that.) as for me, the raison this year is that i deliberately choose not to shackle myself to a commitment, rather than the fact that there is no one to commit to. (to give myself a bit of an ego-boost, if i wanted a commitment now, i would already be in one.)

of course, this is my present mindset until if ever fate decides to play her wild card and make me fall madly in love with someone.

which i really doubt, but there's always that risk. =))

death in eight letters

you can build up all the facades you want to build in your life, but you are a dead man if you let the things that attack your inner self get to you. like, for example, paranoia.

it gets the best of us, that nagging fear in the back of your mind, twisting your everyday routine and spinning a web of worry. my particular kind of paranoia is the kind that makes me think whether someone is mad at me or not.

a simple fleeting gesture, or the lack thereof, can be misconstrued by someone as a gesture of ill will, and it's the mark of either an insecure mind or an unstable relationship. what someone says or doesn't say, does or doesn't do can be misconstrued.

and damn, it's driving me crazy. i spend needless minutes and hours worrying about something that shouldn't be worried about; something that's just all in my twisted head. what kind of a man does that make me? knowing that, who can truly define me, and what is my true description? does that unravel my confident eminence front?

i really need to get a grip on life sometimes... i always vow to throw away the needless baggage, but end up keeping them.

war in peace

i'm talking to bea right now and she's talking about wanting peace on earth. i was going to make a joke about being miss universe, but she said something so i had to reply to that. anyway, so after she said that peace on earth line, i got to thinking: "do i want peace on earth?"

of course i do.

but the problem is that, yeah, it's supposed to begin with you, but i can't even start peace! i don't know if i'm subliminally or deliberately making war, but the fact of the matter is i'm not a harbinger of peace myself, even if i wanted to be. i mean, look. i'm in a feud right now with one of my classmates, while his cronies are grinding their teeth at me, but not joining in the feud.

so, yes, i want peace on earth... but i can't seem to achieve it. it seems that i get into some beef sooner or later. it's actually funny that as my senior year ends, the fights start to spring up. no worries; i'm ready.

life in the fast lane

(this is not a post about graduation - read closely!)

time goes by so fast.

like my nigga said, it was just like yesterday when i came back for [what is hopefully] my final round. it seems like yesterday when we graduated from grade school and entered what is now the fully-explored world of high school.

the final frontier is almost upon us.

i honestly cannot believe that we're grown up already. my two sisters are not what they used to be when i first came across them. most of my batchmates underwent radical transformations over the four-year time period. it seems like yesterday when both froques and rod were still fat. it seems like yesterday since our band tagaytay excursion. it seems like yesterday when i was still standing at around 5'3". people have changed so much since the old memories i have of them.

nostalgia is a good thing, and maybe i'm tired of the present already. maybe that's why i draw upon and cherish the past more. they were the good times, weren't they? you could do anything without people giving a damn about you.

i still can't fathom it. people have changed so much, both inside and outside. and guess what - they're still changing, and like i told johann (albeit in a different context), "i'm not used to it."

maybe i just miss our old selves.

got a feeling '07 is gonna be a good year

happy new year!

i don't know if you could say that this blog is still "going strong", but i have a lot of faith in it and i think that i can get it back to its former glory just by keeping it alive. hell, if eddie guerrero (God rest his soul, and we miss you a lot) can do it with his life, i can do it with my blog! so, let's roll with the new year!