Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Guilty Pleasures

Book in Hand: Faith of the Fallen (re-read) by Terry Goodkind
Song in Mind: Fever by Michael Buble
Word in Mouth: Strike

Teeheee... it feels nice to act like an obsessed-teen again. It's been so long with Boyzone disbanding and Stephen Gately (the man I thought I would marry) admitting he's gay thereby crushing all my hopes and making me swear off all musician-infatuation. If there's one thing I miss, it's daydreaming. This time around, my favorite past time is once again ressurected by the fact that there's this really great guy I saw on TV. He was in this contest, and at first I was cheering him on kasi UP din siya eh and uber great ang voice. People I knew who knew him kept on saying how nice he was, and how he was like this and that. Pero, what the heck, aminin na natin, cute din kasi, making it easier to work my way up to crushing on him.

Anyhooo, i just bought his album and I guess it's just one of those guilty pleasures I had to give in to. I think the fact that I'm acting like a kid again is relief in itself. I hate to admit it, but I don't think I'm doing a great job as an adult. I just reminisce about my student days too much. I hate the fact that it's summer again, and for the first time in my life, I have no summer vacation to speak of. My sister is lounging around the house and I still have to wake up at 5 a.m to get to work by 8. I have to worry about other people's problems, make sure to make it my problem and more importantly, make sure I resolve it all by 6 pm. I love my job, but work is work, and I guess I haven't reached that point yet where I have thrown myself completely to being so self-sacrificing. C'mon, who would? In this world, you've got to love yourself a little too. I sound so juvenile, but at this point in my life and with this short-vision lenses I still have on, I needed a break.

Today, that was exactly my point when I went into the music store and snatched Christian Bautista's CD up before the hordes of real teenage girls got to it. Ahaha... vindictively, I revel in acting like I'm sixteen. Tomorrow is soon enough for me to act 22 again.

Sunday, March 28, 2004

This Humanity

Book in Hand: Still the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
Song in Mind: The Way You Look at Me by Christian Bautista
Word in Mouth: Effervescent (the heck if i know why)

I have been reading up on the exquisite
Browsing through the masters of rhyme
Ev'ry word they've stringed together
Resonates with the truthfulness of it --
The humanity.

I may never become a master
Prose holds no glory for me
Or satisfaction for those who read me
But I want to keep my one finger dipped
In the flowing elixir of life
This stream that flows ever through,
within and without --
This humanity.


The dreamweaver finally has managed to set up enough chutzpah to create a blabber, eherm, a blogger. I really should've done this eons ago.

It's after midnight and my favorite radio station has finally signed off. That means I'd be standing every fifteen minutes or so turning my Josh Groban casette tape for the next three hours or so, while I resist the Sandman's seduction. I realize though that I'm not the only one awake as I hear the neighborhood punks try to raise up enough ruckus to wake those who are already blessedly asleep. I'm actually deciding how best to spook them up a bit. I could turn the porch lights on and off. Or hiss at the dogs so they'll bark at the imbeciles. Or invent a static manipulator so I could mess up their rock station reception. I mean, I like listening to angsty music once in a while, but not at MIDNIGHT!!! What i do listen to at night is Groban. I found it so boring that it took a 180 degree turn and I find it actually quite great now. Well, that's the point of being a geek anyway, isn't it? To find the boring things inexplicably exciting. Like Josh Groban. Like peeling off dried glue from your fingers. Like watching raindrops from your window for three hours. Like enjoying the sharp tangy smell of tamarind from your Mum's sinigang. very much like sitting on a rocking chair with a newspaper open on your lap, but what you're actually doing is staring up at the blueness of the late afternoon sky.

Geeks are the most misunderstood creatures.

Movies like to portray us as semi-robotic human forms completely estranged from the world. Calculator in shirt pocket, pen behind ears, notepad on hand, eyeglass precarioulsy atop the nose. How about I skewer your perception a bit and suggest a tantalizing new idea:

Geeks are the world's most passionate people. They are completely essensual. I read this from a book called "Romancing the Ordinary". Essence (the true form of things) + Sensual (the use of the senses)= Essensual. Besides being smart enough to know what the five senses are, geeks have a gift of the sixth, which is wonder. They are just absolutely delighted in learning and finding. Sometimes it takes on the form of near-obsession, or escapism. But it's that same compact and driven interest that bends reality. Geeks don't just conform, if only because they know they have mind enough to grasp the other multiverses that may exist. Creating is so much more fun anyway.

Anyway, that's how I define geeks. You can use whatever name you want, pronounce it anyway you can, but I remain adamantly geeky.

Oh, and just so you know, I completely hate calculators if only because I hate Math.

Saturday, March 27, 2004

You're Watership Down!

by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.

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