I was in a mall for just a couple of hours a few weeks back and thought it was really alarming (for me at least) to see so many kids wearing "my chemical romance" t-shirts, with hair like they're Tony Hadley on a bad day. Emo's all the rave right now and I'm not even sure how a "movement" with only a handful of artists as torchbearers could be considered a viable art form.
And what really boils my blood is how they make references to goths when these people haven't even heard of Bauhaus or Siouxsie Sioux. All they care about is the fashion, and they do it with such bad taste. Emo does give goth a bad name.
It's irritating that I cannot paint my nails black anymore like I used to in fear of being associated with emo. So for now I shall clip my wings and hide back in my little old shell because the posers are in flight!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
No Alternative
What happens when the people we look up to - who supposedly upholds the alternative becomes mainstream - and does everything in their power to be there? The funny thing is how these people still think that they're THE alternative. What can be the source of much ire for the discerning though is that the public thinks the same way they do and follow their examples (the "rebels" of society that they are).
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Amy Whine-Who
I've been reading and hearing a lot about how Amy Winehouse is supposed to be this bad girl of the RnB music industry. People are talking about how she beat up an adoring fan...and her boyfriend after that. Or how she does cocaine on stage, being in rehab. Maybe it's just me but I think it's pathetic and lame.
First of all, let me be clear: I'm not attacking Amy - I'm sure she's talented or something. What's sad is how her management is handling things. Obviously all this hoopla is just a clever ploy by the recording company and her managers to upscale the dying modern RnB music scene by trying to appeal to a wider audience - namely the rock audience. And what's more pathetic is that the only people falling for it are 1) the shallow Usher-loving RnB crowd, and 2) the pretentious rocknroll wannabe's.
I'm not buying it, and neither should anyone.
First of all, let me be clear: I'm not attacking Amy - I'm sure she's talented or something. What's sad is how her management is handling things. Obviously all this hoopla is just a clever ploy by the recording company and her managers to upscale the dying modern RnB music scene by trying to appeal to a wider audience - namely the rock audience. And what's more pathetic is that the only people falling for it are 1) the shallow Usher-loving RnB crowd, and 2) the pretentious rocknroll wannabe's.
I'm not buying it, and neither should anyone.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Stupid Advertising For The Dumb Public
What's up with the billboards of Belo using Lucy Torres as the image model? I mean, am I the only one who thinks that Lucy was born with fair skin? Are people really that dumb? I'm not attacking Belo, just stupid marketing.
And while on the subject...we do have a lot of those in our shores. Fair skinned actresses endorsing whitening products...what the???!!! Is KC's hair really that silky? You mean to tell me that's just shampoo? (sinyampoo ku lang yan 'day). Are the advertisers willing to face public stoning and caning from the disenchanted public if they cannot prove that there were no hairdressers and video post-production tricks involved?
Maybe it's just me but I don't feel more energy at all drinking multivitamins everyday. I don't feel happier and most certainly not complete.
Maybe it's just me but I don't feel more energy at all drinking multivitamins everyday. I don't feel happier and most certainly not complete.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Life's A Beeyatch!
Just a thought: considering how short life is (my 33 years seem to have gone by in a blink)you'd think it would go easy on us. But no...it has to make things hard for us. At the very least it could make a few "things" slide. Times like this I sometimes wish that I could be a woman for a while. Why a woman? I'm not a sexist pig. It's just because according to Kathy Bates in Misery, "...sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman can hang on to..." .Then, just maybe, I could out-bitch life. Like I said, just a thought.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
A Few More Things (Nice Guys 2)
While on the subject of unfairness... I really hate it that I always get declined when applying for credit cards. It's not like I plan to go on a shopping spree every weekend or buy the snazziest gadget available and then not pay for them. But as head of the family it would be nice to have that piece of plastic in my wallet in case of dire need. I have a permanent job and I'm definitely not on the minimum to below minimum wage bracket. I have all the necessary requirements and yet somehow I manage to fail. Meanwhile, the janitors and technicians of companies like Citimotors or ABS-CBN are getting credit card offers left and right. It's this "top100 companies" policy that banks have nowadays. If you happen to work in a company that is in their top100 list then you're good to go. I mean not to look down upon people who work these jobs. They're probably hardworking and dedicated people. But c'mon man. And it really boils my blood every time they ask me if I already have a credit card with other banks, because they say it makes the application easier. Hey fucking Einsteins, if I already have a credit card then I wouldn't be talking to you.
And what's up with this gadget lust that people have now? I mean, I probably love gadgets just as much as the average guy and there are some that I would love to have. I have an old iPod which was like a gift, and I adore it to death. But given the chance I would like to have either the Creative Zen Vision for its features, or the 160Gig iPod, of course for it's capacity and cheaper price. I earn good money and I work hard for it but these things would forever elude me. But riding the shuttle to and from work everyday I see these people brandishing the latest in cellphones (two in most cases) and iPods. And I don't mean to be judgmental but I'm pretty sure some of them are blue collar workers and fresh graduates earning minimum salaries. And yet they have those that I cannot afford. Ok, so a 160Gig iPod is probably more than I need you say. But as a genuine lover of great music is it such a sin to want all my music by the palm of my hands every time. Yet the people who have those new iPods just load 1-2 Gigs of crappy Pinoy pop-rock and fuckin' rn'b shit (yes, I peek at other people's playlists) and the rest is used for downloaded porn and their collection of Philippine showbiz scandals. What a waste of technology and hd real estate.
And what need is there for high school students to have those Nokia N-whatever (they can't even pronounce it right)? They don't even use it for calling so what are the chances of them using the other features? And do you really need two...for texting? I'm sorry if I seem to be bitter but at least I'm not the one trying to compensate for something through gadgets. And no, the iPhone won't make your dick bigger.
And what's up with this gadget lust that people have now? I mean, I probably love gadgets just as much as the average guy and there are some that I would love to have. I have an old iPod which was like a gift, and I adore it to death. But given the chance I would like to have either the Creative Zen Vision for its features, or the 160Gig iPod, of course for it's capacity and cheaper price. I earn good money and I work hard for it but these things would forever elude me. But riding the shuttle to and from work everyday I see these people brandishing the latest in cellphones (two in most cases) and iPods. And I don't mean to be judgmental but I'm pretty sure some of them are blue collar workers and fresh graduates earning minimum salaries. And yet they have those that I cannot afford. Ok, so a 160Gig iPod is probably more than I need you say. But as a genuine lover of great music is it such a sin to want all my music by the palm of my hands every time. Yet the people who have those new iPods just load 1-2 Gigs of crappy Pinoy pop-rock and fuckin' rn'b shit (yes, I peek at other people's playlists) and the rest is used for downloaded porn and their collection of Philippine showbiz scandals. What a waste of technology and hd real estate.
And what need is there for high school students to have those Nokia N-whatever (they can't even pronounce it right)? They don't even use it for calling so what are the chances of them using the other features? And do you really need two...for texting? I'm sorry if I seem to be bitter but at least I'm not the one trying to compensate for something through gadgets. And no, the iPhone won't make your dick bigger.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Nice Guys Finish Last
I consider myself to be a good person. I try to stay out of trouble...don't do drugs...no bad police records...don't drink (much). I believe in God and I pray every now and then and not just your hurried morning and evening prayer. I wake up before sunrise, help the wife get our kid ready for school, go to work, then head on straight back home to my family every night. But just this afternoon, sitting alone at work contemplating, I got to thinking: last guys almost always do finish last. Let me discuss further and site some examples to support my newly adapted philosophy.
I was once in a bank to have a check encashed. After waiting for several minutes the teller calls my name to tell me that she could/would not proceed with the transaction unless I present her a second ID. Well, unfortunately I only had one. So there I was holding a check for a small amount of money that I could not use while hundreds of dirty politicians and drug lords transact their businesses at banks all over the country, withdrawing hundreds of thousands of blood money.
Many years ago while hanging out in a Burger Machine (hmmm, classic...)near our house at about 1:00 in the morning, a jeep passing by had a flat tire. Naturally I offered my help. After a few minutes of him (driver) bumbling around, it turns out the guy driving was piss drunk and started hitting his jeep with his wrench and started cursing me because I think he wanted me to do all the work for him. Naturally I left.
When I was still in junior high in a Catholic school, while waiting for our theology teacher (who was on her way to becoming a nun), the class started getting a little rowdy. People were running around, hanging outside the corridors, making paper planes to throw outside the window...well you know the scene. Some of my classmates started writing nasty, perverted stuff on the blackboard. Then when one of the guys spotted the teacher coming everyone panicked. And I, who was sitting front and center (therefore nearest the blackboard) got hold of the eraser and started cleaning the nasty scribbles. Next scene: teacher enters the room to find me the only person left standing, with my hand to the board no less. Teacher took the eraser from my hand and hits my head with it, chalk powder and all. Hey, I have dark brown, curly hair and those white chalk powder didn't come off easily with a simple shaking of the head. It was humiliating.
Fast-forward to now. I work as a sound engineer and I love my job. With all honesty I feel fortunate to have been blessed with it. Lots of great projects...fun people to hang around with...But once in a while you have an experience where you just go "WHAT THE FUCK!!!???" Let me site an example. Here's the scene: It's a friday night, almost seven, and after a hard day's work I finally shut down the computer and hang my bag around my shoulder. Suddenly the phone rings...
ME: Hello...
CLIENT: (in a dominatrix-like voice)Oh good, you're still there. I'll be back there around 8pm to work on something. I have new materials with me...blah,blah,blah...
ME: I was on my way home, but...ok.
ME: (texting my wife) Hi, sorry have to stay here at work...blahblahblah
WIFE: but you said you were on your way home...it's our anniversary and I baked something special...and who's going to eat all this rice...and our daughter needs help with her math...blahblahblah?
ME: I know, I'm sorry but client's breathing down my neck...blahblahblah
Then, at 10pm client is nowhere in sight. Around 10:30 the work materials arrive and still no client. Client calls again and tells me to go ahead and start working on the materials. 1-2am and I'm finally done working. My eyelids weigh like bricks, stomach's hungry as hell, and it feels like a moss garden grew on my tongue (gross, I know). I call to tell client I am done and just waiting. Client says: (voice drowned out by club music) "Oh good. But I won't make it back. Just leave the materials there and I'll have it picked up next monday."
This is the part where I shout:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was once in a bank to have a check encashed. After waiting for several minutes the teller calls my name to tell me that she could/would not proceed with the transaction unless I present her a second ID. Well, unfortunately I only had one. So there I was holding a check for a small amount of money that I could not use while hundreds of dirty politicians and drug lords transact their businesses at banks all over the country, withdrawing hundreds of thousands of blood money.
Many years ago while hanging out in a Burger Machine (hmmm, classic...)near our house at about 1:00 in the morning, a jeep passing by had a flat tire. Naturally I offered my help. After a few minutes of him (driver) bumbling around, it turns out the guy driving was piss drunk and started hitting his jeep with his wrench and started cursing me because I think he wanted me to do all the work for him. Naturally I left.
When I was still in junior high in a Catholic school, while waiting for our theology teacher (who was on her way to becoming a nun), the class started getting a little rowdy. People were running around, hanging outside the corridors, making paper planes to throw outside the window...well you know the scene. Some of my classmates started writing nasty, perverted stuff on the blackboard. Then when one of the guys spotted the teacher coming everyone panicked. And I, who was sitting front and center (therefore nearest the blackboard) got hold of the eraser and started cleaning the nasty scribbles. Next scene: teacher enters the room to find me the only person left standing, with my hand to the board no less. Teacher took the eraser from my hand and hits my head with it, chalk powder and all. Hey, I have dark brown, curly hair and those white chalk powder didn't come off easily with a simple shaking of the head. It was humiliating.
Fast-forward to now. I work as a sound engineer and I love my job. With all honesty I feel fortunate to have been blessed with it. Lots of great projects...fun people to hang around with...But once in a while you have an experience where you just go "WHAT THE FUCK!!!???" Let me site an example. Here's the scene: It's a friday night, almost seven, and after a hard day's work I finally shut down the computer and hang my bag around my shoulder. Suddenly the phone rings...
ME: Hello...
CLIENT: (in a dominatrix-like voice)Oh good, you're still there. I'll be back there around 8pm to work on something. I have new materials with me...blah,blah,blah...
ME: I was on my way home, but...ok.
ME: (texting my wife) Hi, sorry have to stay here at work...blahblahblah
WIFE: but you said you were on your way home...it's our anniversary and I baked something special...and who's going to eat all this rice...and our daughter needs help with her math...blahblahblah?
ME: I know, I'm sorry but client's breathing down my neck...blahblahblah
Then, at 10pm client is nowhere in sight. Around 10:30 the work materials arrive and still no client. Client calls again and tells me to go ahead and start working on the materials. 1-2am and I'm finally done working. My eyelids weigh like bricks, stomach's hungry as hell, and it feels like a moss garden grew on my tongue (gross, I know). I call to tell client I am done and just waiting. Client says: (voice drowned out by club music) "Oh good. But I won't make it back. Just leave the materials there and I'll have it picked up next monday."
This is the part where I shout:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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