Start With a Bang?

The new year has barely begun and already half my new year resolutions are broken.

"Happy" new year, eh? I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?

What is it about the media's obsession with firecracker-related injuries? Statistically, they're insignificant. Yes, they happen. It's impossible to have zero firecracker injuries nationwide. But what's the point? Who cares?

Then there's the stray bullets. Tragic, true but then again, it just happens. People are stupid and fire guns indiscriminately sometime. Big whoop. A more interesting statistic would be injuries from discriminate firing. How many got hit by guns fired at them on purpose or are people in no mood for that during the holidays.

It's just one of the media potboilers. It's just another one of those standard things we're supposed to talk about. Unless the number of injuries even reaches close to the amount of people allegedly killed in the "drug war", I doubt there's any sense to a moral panic.

Yeah, just rambling to show I haven't died yet. 

Slow day....

Pissed

I had a strange dream that I was in this fancy restaurant. I saw this plate of delicious-looking panna cotta. I knew it wasn't mine but I took it and ate it anyway and told the guy who ordered it that I'd just pay for it. Then the guy was like a Colombian drug lord with his goons or something and that he saw it as an insult. Then, I got nervous and told him I had to use the rest room. Then I woke up because I needed to piss bad.

I'm sure there's a moral lesson somewhere about how stealing is bad.

Casting

I've been thinking about this really hard.

I think Peter Stormare should play me if there ever was a movie with me as a character. I don't care if he doesn't look like me at all. I'm sure he can pull it off. In fact, I think he would play me better than I ever could.

You probably know him as Satan in the movie Constantine.

Hopia

I had a sudden craving for Hopia (a kind of bean cake) for some reason. I went to a bakeshop across the college and man, it tastes like crap.

 

You know, it's more cake than filling? I need to get some quality Hopia soon or I'll be in a bad mood.

Bow My Head And Wonder Why

There's something I need to get off my chest.

I like America (the band) and I actually went to see them when they came to the Waterfront Hotel a few years back. They're an old band and folk music isn't so popular nowadays but ever since I was a young boy, I listened to their songs on a casette tape almost everytime we rode the car.

Anyway, there's this song called, A Horse With No Name. I'm sure you've heard of it and its the probably the most well known song of America. But there's this particular part which disturbs me.

On the first part of the journey,

I was looking at all the life.

There were plants and birds. and rocks and things,

There was sand and hills and rings.

The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,

And the sky, with no clouds.

The heat was hot, and the ground was dry,

But the air was full of sound.

The song is catchy so you probably missed it. But one afternoon when I had nothing to do, I hummed this song to myself and it hit me. The HEAT was HOT? Wait a minute, hold the phone and stop the presses. How could this happen? What kind of bullshit is that? The heat was hot? Isn't that redundant? So there's a heat that's not hot? Hey! I can't believe they missed this. These lyrics don't make sense. I liked this song, now it's ruined. After all these years , it's been a cruel lie.

God damn this sinful earth.

Ramblings 1

To put it simply, its complicated. Say for example, you're President of some third world country and you decide to buy yourself a Porsche. Is it tasteless? Maybe. Is it wrong? Of course not. Nothing pisses me more than young people being interviewed by "speak your mind" programs telling me how buying a Porsche is wrong. In a poor country, it would be better to give to charity. Fuck you. You know, what a man does with his own money is nobody's business. Too many people running around telling everyone how they should live and spend their money. I've had enough of that shit.

I don't drink beer. It's not that I'm religious, its just that I can't stand that bitter crap. What else? What else? What else? Law School is a bitch. Maybe I should drink but not beer damn it. Rum? I like rum cake so... Maybe when my friends have a drinking session, I'll just bring a slab of rum cake. I probably won't share it.

Criminal Law is boring and difficult. My mind is ready to pop like a can of Pringles. I love Pringles. Mesquite barbecue was the best thing EVER. Now, Pringles is all healthy with berry flavors or seaweed flavors etc. Stupid. Now Pringles is telling me to eat healthier. Shut up and give me sour cream and onion. Nobody eats potato chips flavored blueberry Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ...catholicism...Hellsing! Shit, I love that anime. I wonder if a new OVA is out. It's always funny how Catholicism is portrayed in anime. To the Japs, Catholicism is exotic and sexy or something. However, when they start using the imagery and doctrines it gets a little jarring especially since I studied catholic doctrine and actually see how their ruining everything and getting it wrong. I hear Japan is a nation of perverts but that's not fair. Anyway, it is my firm belief that after seeing the demographic trends in Japan, the country will be run by robots in 2080. You read it here first.

What of my country? I expect collapse to occur in 2067 but maybe Jesus will come back. We're too religious for our own good. We believe too much in symbols of purity and justice. We trust people we think are pure at heart like a priest or some Aquino. Everything wrong in the country is also attributed to evil symbols like Arroyo or some kind of abstract like "corruption". We love to canonize and to demonize. We love to build up as much as we love to tear down. We love to create symbols to exalt and to blame. We create a world of angels and demons. It's a fantasy world. We heap our failings on our scapegoats and in our arrogance and disbelief of the greatness of the Filipino people, we ignore the best of us and their accomplishments. Only when we believe in ourselves, accept both the bad and the good, cast away false idols and stop fearing imaginary beasts can we move forward.

I wonder what's for dinner.