i hope i die before i get old (...?)

it's 13 and a half hours 'til my birthday and for the second time in a row, i am not exactly hyped.

i mean, you could all understand why if this was last year - i was not here. this time around, it's a little more unusual since, technically, i have got what i need. i've got locations, i've got the time, i've got my friends (well, a good part of them); the most unusual thing i don't got is the will.

maybe because i've proven to myself that i can survive a lonely birthday. or maybe because i recently got wind of the fact that some of my friends apparently have a problem with me. or maybe because i know that if i invite all the usual people, we wouldn't be complete even if both parties wanted to attend. or maybe, just maybe, i've already bored myself with the happenings that usually surround my birthday (seeing as i've been doing this schtick for three years already and i rarely see any variation).

or maybe all of that, combined.

whatever happens tomorrow is guaranteed to be a result of a fickle whim. who knows where i'll go, what i'll do, who i'll ask to come along. just be prepared for last minute shindigs.

going back

after much self-deliberation (read: 10 minutes of wondering whether i should), i have decided to move back to my old blogger URL. this'll now be the last post under the highly successful pepseehcola name, which had a good run for the past three years.

why the decision? i felt that i needed to write without restriction, which, sadly, this domain has given me for quite some time now. why it has restricted me, i'll keep to myself.

if you don't know the old blogger address, just hang tight. ask and you shall receive, like the big book says.

i'm letting this stay here for a few days before i finally make the move, just for people to see.

and, this is it. au revoir, cola, bonjour, old friend!

won't get fooled again

with every election, there are winners and there are losers. this equation would be great and all, but in this election, there are election fraud complaints flying in like bullets from a drive-by from what seems like all the losers in the country.



i mean, come on, it's one thing to lie to the people in your campaigns, but it's a whole new ballgame when you try to discredit your opponent by negating whole municipalities of elections on bases of "vote tampering" (which i'm sure happened for you, too, you hypocritical jackass). can't our very much-maligned politicians take a damn break?



the political atmosphere here isn't helping very much in wanting to convince me to participate in any nation-making activity whatsoever, and so, my right to vote is still voluntarily forfeited. suck on that.



on the bright side, peso's getting stronger and stock market's going up.

the sounds of music

condolences to my headphones, which i've retired a couple of weeks ago. the left ear no longer plays me sweet sound, and the cushions won't say on for more than a day.



it served me well when i needed them, whenever i needed to space out for a bit. sure, they cut me off from the rest of the world whenever i turned them up, but it was damn worth it. now i have to resort to using my laptop speakers, since my rather old edifiers here are starting to distort sound. my sony earphones are now officially owned by my brothers, so i can't use them.



the omniscient and the wise sir joseph guzman told us once that earphones guaranteed the death of social interaction. now, that would be true if everyone in the world had earphones, but no, people still recognize common courtesy and the importance of when to take 'em off. though, he did say that when we were all tuned in to our own sounds.



either way, i need new ear/headphones, preferrably the latter, and preferrably with comfy cushions for the ear, like my old ones. i can't listen to music around here without people telling me to turn it down, and i don't roll like that.

point to ponder

"there's a trick to the Graceful Exit. it begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, a relationship is over - and to let go. it means leaving what's over without denying its validity or its past importance in our lives.



it involves a sense of the future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving on, rather than out.



the trick of retiring well may be the trick of living well. it's hard to recognize that life isn't a holding action, but a process. it's hard to learn that we don't leave the best parts of ourselves behind, back in the dugout or the office. we own what we learned back there. the experiences and the growth are grafted onto our lives. and when we exit, we can take ourselves along - quite gracefully."

- ellen goodman, reader's digest june 1984

Technorati Tags: insights

why don't you all f-fade away?

like i have stated over and over again in this very particular blog (and i'm sure some of you are already sick of it), i have no interest whatsoever in politics.



85% of the people running the country and running so that they can run the country right now are useless. when i say "useless", i actually mean "nothing good and/or new is happening to this country while they're in office". look, nothing's in peace. squabbles and corruption pollute the government.



that's why i withdrew all my faith in most of them old folks and put it all in our generation. we've got a generation full of budding leaders that clearly spell out and are all about "progress", and while you're at it, "morals". we don't plan on stealing taxpayers' money, we plan on raising these 7,000 islands out of the shit it's currently buried waist-deep in.



i forfeit, that's damn right, i forfeit my right to vote until i see people i actually, personally know on billboards and commercials, because i know they're worth the publicity and the hype. it may seem like blind optimism to you but i've got good reason to hold on to it until i'm proven horrendously wrong.



and in ending this, let me quote the timeless roger daltrey: "i'm not tryin' to cause a b-big s-s-sensation, i'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation."



Technorati Tags: politik

we thought we could change this world with words like "love" and "freedom"

it's almost sunday already. how quickly time flies, but i'm not having fun.



if only you can walk through time. if only you can undo your wrongs. if only you can unsay words.



but if we could, then we would not know the feeling of regret. we would not make mistakes and therefore learn from them. we would become shallow.



but then... we would not have wounds that have lasting scars. we would not feel pain, and we would know only happiness.



what is more important, then? wisdom or happiness?

Powered by ScribeFire.

Technorati Tags: insights

beautiful ink

i recently came to the conclusion that i write better... things with a pen and paper instead of a keyboard. maybe it's the concept of writing longhand, just scribbling away in a piece of paper, crossing out a passage here and just plain letting the pen work on autopilot that inspires me.



or maybe i was inspired by edge and his book. oh, here i go again - let me stop myself before i start with that.



when i came back last june, i wrote test essays and other written assignments differently than i did before, which carried on to all those yearbook write-ups i wrote (and because of that style i won praise from my classmates during the retreat) until the advent of the bittersweet undertaking that was the lcle.



since we weren't required to give much actual thought in answering all those damn worksheets, my skills deteriorated as the second term passed by, until i realized that i can't write anymore like how i wanted to write before, when i was making them write-ups.



so, let me pick up a pen and let me find a good-looking piece of paper, and i'm about to set forth on confessing a little madness in my life.