Posted by barny on Nov 15, '09 9:29 AM for everyone Here are two fun words to start this article with:
1. Antidisestablishmentarianism - opposition to a movement separating the Church from the State, in support of forming a unified Church and State
2. Floccinaucilihilipilification - the act of estimating something as useless
These two are some of the longest words you can find in the English language. They are also convenient terms to be used when discussing the Comelec's decision to reject the LGBT partylist Ang Ladlad on grounds of moral corruption.
As some of you might care to know, the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender minority was again disallowed from proper representation in local government. The first time, they said it was because the Filipino pink community does not hold the requirements for a legitimate partylist (important things like marginalization and regional membership). This time, they reason it was because these same men and women are not top-of-mind choice for societal role models.
The key topics in this issue are religion, morality, minority, culture, equality and the law. Very hard subjects to discuss but let's attempt to address them one by one.
The righteous gentlemen at the Comelec, as well as their supporters, headline their statement with a few of God's purported maxims. It can be any of these lines: God hates the gays so we also hate the gays; God only sees men and women who identify as heterosexual; God will allow people to be gay as long as they pretend to be straight. Add some quotes from the Bible for "veracity" and we get a prejudiced thesis. But since this is a subject of faith, which is a personal matter to begin with, here is mine: I believe in a God who only holds the rule of love, and from this love will come forth respect toward other people. With respect there is compassion and understanding, a willingness to comprehend the unknown. Before the pious and the sanctimonious dismiss the God I believe in, please let me know: how do you justify that a discriminating God is the kind of entity mankind should believe in?
Morality in this day and age is a game of finger-pointing in hopes of determining who's riding the high horse. To be fair, let's consult Merriam-Webster: morality is "conformity to ideals of right human conduct". If facts and figures are to be believed, heterosexuals are guilty of everything homosexuals have committed. We talk of volunteerism, education, sacrifice, self-gratification, pedophilia, murder, child abuse. Human endeavors that define us as good or bad people. Save for same-sex intercourse, there is not much difference between the two sexual orientations. Why, then, is there a division between the moral conducts of a straight person from that of a gay person?
Since there is not much difference between the straight and the gay, this implies that the generally straight populace has absorbed the homosexual bloc, so entitlement as a minority is not only pointless but also special treatment. True, the number of overt gay men and women might be growing, but it is not sufficient enough to influence a population into mainstream acceptance, let alone be heard by the authorities. A relatively small group of people holding voice in a public forum makes a huge difference in the exchange of ideas. This is what minorities are about: hearing and getting heard. How do you pursue acceptance, one that is honest and not just polite, without the presence of information?
The country is dominantly Catholic. We are very conservative people. The Church influences the State. This is the kind of culture we currently live in. But do these factors hold us back or move us forward? And do we want to stay dormant or grow as a nation? Not every devout Catholic holds the same principles as those of his/her peers. Heck, we even have the term "non-practicing Catholic" and God knows if they outnumber the practicing ones. Have you seen the news? Have you read the papers? We are hardly conservative anymore. We mix together a potful of cultural identities from other lands and label it as "Proudly Pinoy". We are Westernized, modernized, globalized. Does this mean being Pinoy is living in a foreign era yet closing ourselves from foreign ideas?
"Equality among men and women" is the fight of the feminists, a minority represented by Gabriela. Why are the LGBT people struggling to be heard when they are men and women themselves? Because some people find the distinction between gender and sexual orientation difficult to grasp. To some people, we only have boys and girls. To some people, the boys-who-like-girls and girls-who-like-boys are getting the same rights as the boys-who-like-boys and girls-who-like-girls. This is true, but not all the time. If it does not happen all the time, it shows an imbalance leering toward the heterosexual. Is this a valid recognition of the homosexual? Should this be the way of life if equality is what we aim for?
And because the law only recognizes males and females, some benefit and protection clauses never reach the pink spectrum. For starters, a same-sex couple does not have the privileges granted by the Constitution to married couples. Convincing the Catholic Church to allow two women walking down the aisle is close to impossible, we give you that, but asking the State for civilian rights afforded by the majority is not tantamount to demanding for special privileges or solitary vacuums from legal responsibilities. If the law sees every individual with the same discerning eye, then why is it not applicable to every individual?
Do you still remember the two words I gave earlier? Disestablishmentarianism and floccinaucilihilipilification. The first long word is applicable to the current stance of the Comelec--hiding behind a facade of self-inflicted religious supremacy. The second long word is what the Comelec is making us do--estimate it as something that is useless. Posted by barny on Sep 2, '09 2:09 AM for everyone (Isang araw, sa may Yahoo Messenger...)
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Posted by barny on Aug 27, '09 11:32 AM for everyone 
Aurora, Bambu Spliff, Calla Lilly, Collie Herb, Duster, Electric Superfox, Falling at Zero Degrees, Imago, Mom’s Cake, Paraluman, Peacepipe, Pedicab, Playphonics, Rare-Fi, Razorback, Severo, Skabeche, The Bernadettes, The Camerawalls, The Coffeebreak Island, True Faith, Turbo Goth.
Tara!
Posted by barny on Aug 13, '09 6:01 AM for everyone Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen movies you've seen that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag fifteen friends, including me because I'm interested in seeing what movies my friends choose.
(Not tagging anyone, just do it if you feel like it!)
1. Not Another Teen Movie
2. Cruel Intentions
3. Gattaca
4. American History X
5. White Chicks
6. Mean Girls
7. Shaun of the Dead
8. Breakfast at Tiffany's
9. Trainspotting
10. Before Sunset
11. The Truman Show
12. Casper
13. Elizabethtown
14. Chaos
15. Dawn of the Dead / Land of the Dead
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I'd like to explain myself a bit.
#1 is possibly my favorite movie of all time. It has inspired me to write witty lines and stupid lines, and has also inspired me to be witty and stupid. And I love parodies, paradoxes, self-deprecation and humor that is not mostly toilet, although a bit won't hurt.
#2 is what happens when you put wit, sex and drama in a bowl. Fold, chill in the freezer and serve while cold.
#3 should be the Future. Sleek, minimalist, heartless, poignant and fucking gorgeous as Ethan Hawke.
#4 is a valuable grade school lesson turned into a beautiful movie. The end scene with the monologue over shots of birds flying over the ocean is made of pure win (or pretentiousness, depending on where you're sitting from).
#5 and #6 are just pure comedic gold. Someday, when I have kicked myself in the ass as a means of instigation, I will write a movie as funny as these.
#7 combines two of my favorite genres--zombie and comedy--you didn't know zombie was a genre?--into one movie.
#8 is my love story waiting to happen. I also have a cat.
#9 would be more enjoyable with subtitles. So I turned the subtitles on. And enjoyed it immensely.
#10 is the love story I wish I wrote. And will. I have enough heartbreak to warrant a shit-what-happens-next ending for a movie, thank you very much. (I am also an optimist.)
#11 is the Present. Back in '98 I thought it was the Future. So maybe I'm right about #3.
#12 is just cute and I remember watching it with the clan at...wait for it...Divisoria Mall. Last full show. Those circumstances alone make it memorable.
#13 is my kind of a feel-good movie. Personally I'd tweak the ending so he doesn't end up with Kirsten Dunst at the end of his scavenger hunt, but that's just me being jaded.
#14 would be the movie you were sorry you watched and has a WTF ending where me and my friends laughed so hard, we were thankful we trudged through it. It passes my so-bad-it's-good criteria. (Lots of "Chaos" on IMDB but here's the one I specify: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405977)
#15 is a double treat because I love zombie movies. Walking zombies, running zombies, zombies walking on the seabed, zombies nodding to a silent truce with humans, shrieking half-human and half-zombie babies...what's not to love?
Posted by barny on Aug 10, '09 11:59 PM for everyone Apparently, I hung out with Perez Hilton and Lady Gaga in Tokyo. (From here)Neon doesn't look too good on me, no? Posted by barny on Jul 12, '09 1:27 AM for everyone Last night I told Fatima that I am starting to crush on this common friend of ours, then she suddenly goes on a rattle about how I should be careful with his feelings and shit. This spontaneous bout of unsolicited advice overshadowed my revelation of romantic-but-mostly-sexual thoughts about the common friend, primarily because she revealed a longtime suspicion I've been harboring...that some people, regardless of their affinity toward me, think I am a heartbreaker.
I mean, dude, I just told her: I think I am crushing on ____ right now. And then she reacts with: Huh? Why? And then without skipping a breath she says something like: I gotta tell you, if you're going to go after him you better be careful with his heart. It went something like that and then she doesn't tell me why I should tiptoe instead of walk, she just tells me that I leave my heartbreaking skills at bay.
First off, what heartbreaking skills? It's my heart that always gets trampled and turned into fertilizer. Why would people warn me about my ways and means of romantic pursuit?
Secondly, what romantic pursuit? I never go after the guys I like. The few times I did it just ended in agony (mostly on my part) so I ceased to bother. Fatima continues by saying that she thinks this minor infatuation won't last because that's how I am programmed. She's right. However, I can't predict my own actions, so she's not that right.
It really concerns me that people have this impression that I toy with other people's hearts. I don't. I think that's why nobody ever asks me out. I look like trouble waiting to happen. Posted by barny on Jun 23, '09 6:18 AM for everyone During "Drag Me To Hell" I told my friends that I can't seem to write if I know I'm not getting paid for it. It was meant as a joke. Now it doesn't feel like one.
("I started a joke...but the joke was on me..." Chos.)
Last night I had the greasiest cheeseburger meal of my life. McDonald's Valero served me the greasiest fries and the greasiest burger in the world that even thinking of it gives me nausea.
Last night while waiting for my ride home along Ayala, I saw my Buendia Commute Crush (BCC) sitting at the back of a passing LRT Taft-Baclaran bus, which would be MY ride home. The BCC is a tall chinito guy with little facial hair and a shaved head, kind of like one of the guys in "The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift" except I haven't seen that movie and I just thought he'd fit in the cast because he looks Japanese. This BCC boards the same jeep that I do every morning so we have been together at some point for about three times on separate occasions. Once I saw him come out of the nearby Mini Stop eating ice cream from a cone. Then last night I saw him at the bus, he was up there at the farthest seat in the back and I was down there in the pavement. He saw me first. I think we're soulmates.
My cat got involved in a self-inflicted accident less than 24 hours since his arrival at my house. Thanks, Mom.
How do I put this delicately...I am disjointed, just like this blog post. Posted by barny on Jun 6, '09 9:50 AM for everyone My mother is constantly finding new ways to drive me insane. It's been years since she converted to the dark side of the Catholic bloc, i.e. the Protestants. (No offense to the Protestants, I have many close friends who have joined your ever growing force and I almost got sucked in back in college.) This comes as no problem, which is pretty weird because I come from a clan that sanctified religion religiously. My deceased grandmother used to walk on her knees in Baclaran. My aunt is the superstar evangelist of the local parish. My mother, having worked overseas for a very long time, one day came, years ago, with no belief in the Virgin Mary, rosaries, saints and the Sign of the Cross.
Given how forceful my tenacious grandmother could get, even as a young child I expected a world war that invoked all of heaven's angelic armies. But no. Nothing happened. They accepted my mom and her newfound belief like it was tikoy on Chinese New Yesr.
On the other hand, I am no flaming cross-dresser (given their idea that all cross-dressers end up with a curling iron), I have proven my intellect and potential but the kin still have trouble grasping my sexual orientation. But this is so not my story.
My mother came back to retire a couple months ago. After living with my grandmother for years, feuding endlessly with my brother for even more years, and being my own source of valuable and practical lessons in life, suddenly a parental figure is living with me in the house, or at least until I decide to move out. Suddenly, someone is asking me why I'm coming home late. Suddenly, someone is asking for my share of the bills. Suddenly, someone is innocently dropping pamphlets of "Accepting Homosexuality in the Family" in the coffee table. But this is not the problem, and this is so not the story.
I remember a debate I was in earlier this March. It was something about Philippine televangelism: loud, obnoxious men and women on local television endlessly defaming other sects and force-feeding you their interpretations of the Bible. My side argued that televangelism has helped the promulgation and development of the Catholic Church, and then some more debate bullshit. We won this round but of course I didn't believe a word I said in this debate.
You see, I'm the kind of person that respects another person's beliefs. You want to worship a tree? Sure. You think Satan is your best friend? Great. Oh, you don't believe in God? That's cool, just don't be a dick and tell me my God doesn't exist.
My mother, the Born-Again Christian, will wake up and tune the television to one of those fucking televangelists and go about the house doing her thing. This is after I wake up a few minutes earlier, tune the TV to Channel V and hope that Kelly Clarkson's latest video comes on. This, being the only time I ever use that stupid TV after I started working 10-hour days and come home late only to sleep. And when the TV isn't on any one of those moronic channels, it's on Channel 2 with her primetime telebida stars.
Then, at night, she'd turn the portable radio to AM frequency and tune to radio evangelicals who say exactly the same thing that their TV counterparts do. Being a disciple of mass communication, I certainly have no problems whatsoever with strange people using media to express their ideas. However when these same ideas get dragged and stretched over and over, when these same people say the same preachings and same opinions repetitively all day, everyday, any damn day, we're gonna have a problem. And when you live with a person that supports that kind of activity...
I have no problems with my mother's belief but for the love of God, give me a fucking break. Posted by barny on May 8, '09 3:02 AM for everyone Is this gonna be a trend now? First it was Britney Spears in her song "Piece Of Me": I'm Miss American Dream since I was seventeen
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
Then after finishing my download of Ciara's new album Fantasy Ride (oh it's so good I'm playing the whole of it in my next party), the song "Tell Me What Your Name Is" has this: I’m used to men approaching me
Tryna talk to me
Always tryna buy me things
Drinks to diamond rings
Fast cars, first class to the Philippines
Seriously, songwriters, what's up with this thankless promotion? And why try to make this wretched country seem like the south of France? Yes, that's right, foreigners should get the idea that the Philippines is a haven for the celebrities of the world so they could "sneak away" here "first class" only to be greeted by what, Manila traffic? Freaky weather? A government that tries to dumb down its people? Don't get me wrong, I am not being cynical and I love that this wretched, wretched country is being recognized. I'm only saying that maybe we should start constructing an international airport in Palawan or Boracay so Britney and Ciara won't have to land in NAIA. Posted by barny on May 7, '09 7:04 AM for everyone  "I'll be your mentor, and also your tormentor."
Ang bongga lang.
Posted by barny on Apr 22, '09 3:26 AM for everyone The Proust Questionnaire has its origins in a parlor game popularized (though not devised) by Marcel Proust, the French essayist and novelist, who believed that, in answering these questions, an individual reveals his or her true nature. Here is the basic Proust Questionnaire.
1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Waking up to a beautiful view of the sea, breathing only fresh air and never having to worry about where to find food to eat, clothes to wear and comfortable places to stay. It would be nice if all this happened with the most significant people in my life.
2. What is your greatest fear?
Losing the people I care for all in one blow.
3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Getting too absorbed in drama to the point of losing rationality; being a deer-in-headlights when a person suddenly switches personalities; lack of self-restraint.
4. What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Indifference, selfishness, close-mindedness.
5. Which living person do you most admire?
Britney Spears. She got crazy but she never gave up.
6. What is your greatest extravagance?
Food. I am only willing to pay ridiculous amounts of money for something memorably delicious, and only if shared with great company.
7. What is your current state of mind?
Tired.
8. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Patience. People should know when their patience is being tested and when they should go on a fucking rampage.
9. On what occasion do you lie?
When it’s the lesser evil.
10. What do you most dislike about your appearance?
I’m short, my skin is not flawless and my teeth could be exponentially better.
11. Which living person do you most despise?
Robert Mugabe. He made Zimbabwean money so worthless you could use it as wallpaper, since buying wallpaper would be expensive.
12. What is the quality you most like in a man?
The natural urge to be responsible for others, then himself.
13. What is the quality you most like in a woman?
The natural urge to tend for everyone’s needs, then herself.
14. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
”Awesome!”, “Wow…”, “Wonderful.” (mostly sarcastically), “What?!” (in disbelief), “Di nga?” (hoping what was said is a joke)
15. What or who is the greatest love of your life?
She died.
16. When and where were you happiest?
Everytime I reach a milestone that I’ve set in my elementary days.
17. Which talent would you most like to have?
Playing a musical instrument. So I can sing to my own beat.
18. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Less inclinations to be distracted.
19. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Establishing a career that I’ve always wanted.
20. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?
A helicopter. So I could fly, take off and land almost everywhere.
21. Where would you most like to live?
NYC.
22. What is your most treasured possession?
I lost it. It’s a notebook where I draw and write to inspire myself. I wish it’s just hidden around the house. Luckily there is still one with me: a photo of my grandmother that I took myself. She looked calm and happy that lazy afternoon and it showed in the picture.
23. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
A toss between not seeing the beauty in anything and not wanting to connect with anyone.
24. What is your favorite occupation?
Telling stories.
25. What is your most marked characteristic?
I like to joke around.
26. What do you most value in your friends?
Honesty.
27. Who are your favorite writers?
Oscar Wilde, Chuck Palahniuk, T.S. Eliot.
28. Who is your hero of fiction?
Batman. He’s human like me and you.
29. Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Jose Rizal. He’d rather write than fight.
30. Who are your heroes in real life?
Volunteers.
31. What are your favorite names?
Alexander, and all the nicknames you can derive from it.
32. What is it that you most dislike?
Unpleasant surprises, especially of the emotional kind.
33. What is your greatest regret?
Not telling my grandmother what she meant to me.
34. How would you like to die?
Without pain. Only evil persons deserve to die in pain. I’m not evil.
35. What is your motto?
There is always a bright side. Always.
Posted by barny on Apr 20, '09 3:41 AM for everyone Last week I had this dream where I saved a girl from a gang of rapists. I almost got stabbed with a steak knife and beaten by a hammer but somehow managed to elude it all; it even ended with me beating the shit out of them. The weirdest part is it all happened at the center of the mall, where everybody just saw it happened with nary a care. As in they just literally watched it all happen.
I think my subconscious mind is telling me about the apathy of people, something I seem to always think about lately. I also think that the lesson here is: just because everyone is watching doesn't mean I have to follow suit. I have the power to instigate. I can act on my own. I can start changes on my own.
Also in the dream, the rapists eventually got back on their feet and started running after me. I hid behind a stall of bananas in the wet market and successfully escaped them, until my dream again transitions into another bad dream, which I will not write because it's too personal. (Two bad dreams in one morning. You can just imagine the breathing exercises that I had to go through when I woke up.)
The lesson here now is: when trouble comes running after you, it's okay to hide behind a stack of bananas while you hope for the best. Posted by barny on Apr 15, '09 9:01 AM for everyone Milds was searching for images online when she found this: Now see this:
 Che-deeeeng!!! Do you see? Posted by barny on Mar 29, '09 11:23 PM for everyone barny: oh hi barny:  barny: how are you this fine monday morning? Justine Rivera: ok lng barny: are you plagued by ennui, ravished by the sheer conundrum of an existentialist reality that aims to permeate the subtle and fragile core of every breathing individual? barny:  Justine Rivera:  Justine Rivera:  Justine Rivera: di ko gets barny: there is nothing wrong with admitting defeat in the face of tribulations, as there is courage in facing the truth amidst a sea of confusion and ignorance. but pray tell, what is it that you find wildly entertaining to the point of exhibiting mirth and elation? Justine Rivera: barny: please spare me the agony of your cryptic retorts and visual language. i simply cannot decipher the painstaking ways in which you choose to communicate! Justine Rivera:  hahaha barny: all right, i shall leave you now to your earthly delights of being ensconced in the virtual manifestation of a social community that seeks to proliferate the worldly knowledge of human endeavors thru its technological advancements... Justine Rivera: ok Justine Rivera: bye Posted by barny on Mar 11, '09 6:38 AM for everyone | |  | |  The burning question is: What is your favorite Eraserheads song? Mine is “Julie Tearjerky”. The strange thing is I can’t find a reason why I like that song more than the others. It doesn’t hold a special memory. It’s not attached to anyone or anything, anywhere. The only memory I have of “Julie Tearjerky” is watching the music video on MTV and liking the guitar intro, then humming along to the song, then thinking how ugly and unprofessional the video looked. Only a few years after, when confronted with my own burning question, did I realize that hey I like “Julie Tearjerky”. (Of course “Ang Huling El Bimbo” is not in the line-up of choices. Everyone likes that song, most especially the people from McDonald’s. I like that song a lot, but claiming it as a favorite is beyond boring.) The first time I heard of the Eraserheads reunion concert was around third quarter of 2008. I was directed to a Marlboro website where I can register to avail of special complimentary tickets to an exclusive concert. Rumor was it that the Philip Morris company was sponsoring the concert and people only had to sign up to get in. At this point the reunion concert was still a rumor, until it got confirmed, until the sponsors weren’t Philip Morris after all and turns out I signed up at the goddamn website for nothing. Then the concert went through and ten million blogs posted entries the next day with the subject line: ERASERHEADS REUNION CONCERT. By then I knew I missed something. When I found out what happened to Ely Buendia and how the concert got cut short, I knew I’m missing something. It was my last chance to see the greatest Filipino band live—and they’re giving me another chance. It’s impossible not to continue that concert. For one, they haven’t played “El Bimbo” yet. I’m pretty certain some people will pay five grand just to hear that song. (Especially after that McDonald’s commercial.) Danice was my partner in crime. We found out the ticket prices: VIP for Php 5000, Gold for Php 3000, Silver for Php 1300 and Bronze for Php 300. We both thought five or three thousand is too steep for the Eraserheads (but I will gladly shell that out for Kylie or Fiona). The choice became Php 1300: still expensive, but it’s the last shebang. We might as well dive with eyes closed. That’s until we found out how far from the stage the Silver tickets are. Thinking we’ll never see them anyway even at the Silver section, we agreed to get the Bronze tickets and just camwhore while watching the screens and taking in the live music. Good plan for Php 300. Turns out the Bronze section is far better than we imagined. (We really expected the worst.) Not as cramped, with enough breathing space, no sweaty arms squishing against ours, no rowdy hooligans, no smelly strangers. We knew it was gonna be good. Turns out it was motherfuckingly awesome.  The concert experience was mostly personal. This is a big deal because we grew up listening to these songs and maybe at one point also related to them. We have wanted and not gotten, which I think constitutes the essence of most Eraserheads songs. I chose to breathe all of it by myself, occasionally stopping to crack a joke or take a snapshot. It’s even better to share it with good friends although I figured they also wanted their quality time with Ely, so I tried to keep mum. Our place at the back also allowed us a great view of the fireworks as they exploded overhead. As expected, “Ang Huling El Bimbo” is the surreal moment of the night. When Ely removed the guitar strap and raised his instrument, it felt like closure. When he put the piano on fire, it looked like theatrics. Nevertheless, they put on a good show. Who knew the best was yet to come? So we stood there, yada yada hey let’s take some more pictures. 
Cecille, Me, Danice, JadeStill euphoric from the most exhilarating five minutes of the night, nobody really wanted to get their feet off that brown and twiggy ground. Some people shouted “More! More!” but come on, they already played “El Bimbo”. What else could you possibly want? So we stood, maybe for a good fifteen minutes, waiting for nothing, riding on a natural high. Somebody on the mic said “Tawagin niyo si Ely. Tawagin niyo si Marcus.” They’re doing an encore! At this time the Bronze people have already leaked out of the concert grounds. When Buddy Zabala asked us to shout and call for Ely and Marcus, we ran forward. Fast. Holy shit, they’re doing an encore! I called for Marcus because he looked liked the bigger primadonna. Ely said they would be playing “three for the road”. At this time I couldn’t believe what was happening. A three-song encore and we only paid three hundred pesos for this. Everyone was jolted into action. We jumped and sang to “Toyang”, people started carrying people over their shoulders, taking their shirts off. It was pandemonium. That encore was the biggest surprise of the night. Not even the burning piano can top that. When they played “Julie Tearjerky” I screamed like a girl. Marcus sang the first part and they made a different arrangement, but who gives a shit, I love this song even if it means nothing to me. Post-Eraserheads final set, if you ask me again what my favorite Eraserheads song is, it would be different now. I’ll say “Waiting for the Bus”. Now I would be answering with memories dangling in the forefront. I’d be thinking: Not bad, for my first Eraserheads concert. Not bad at all.  |
Posted by barny on Mar 8, '09 5:04 AM for everyone Shown on-screen at the show...
(effort by Mildred Rivera, Creative Designer for ETC)
Coming up:
Barny's First and Last Eraserheads Concert
Brought To You By MTV Philippines
In Cooperation with Smart Buddy ZabalaPosted by barny on Mar 5, '09 5:28 AM for everyone Somebody sent me prepaid credits today and I have no idea who.
Either someone likes me a little bit, or someone gave her suking tindahan the wrong number.
Either way, thanks stranger! Posted by barny on Feb 26, '09 3:45 AM for everyone Look at this thing.
This unmade bed complete with all the clutter (including used condoms and blood-stained underwear) was bought from "artist" Tracey Emin for 150,000 pounds.
Assuming a pound is equivalent to 80 pesos, that's 12,000,000 pesos.
The moral lesson of the story? One woman's bed is another man's 12 million peso purchase.
(Minsan naguguluhan na talaga ko sa mundo. Kaya huwag na natin ito intindihin.)
Posted by barny on Jan 28, '09 2:20 AM for everyone 1. How has blogging changed your life? It gave me an alternative to professional help, made me discover things outside of my perspective, exercised my creativity in mixing words, allowed me to meet interesting people, and forever altered the way my life was played pre-blogging. 2. What do you do before bedtime? Say a short miracle prayer, hoping for a miracle. 3. What are you going to have for dinner tonight? Every night it's a boring surprise. 4. What is the ONE place you want to go to before you die if you had the money and the time? Aside from the automatic answer (New York) and logistics and pre-planning aside, and if this is a spur of the moment thing, I'd say...Reykjavik. I hear they have great geysers. 5. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Depends on the person, place and purpose. 6. What do you do in your free time? Not rush somewhere, definitely. I try to read, then end up online, then get bored, then either drink, meet friends or accidentally fall asleep while finishing what I started reading. 7. Do you trust easily? No. 8. What personal belonging do you have with you everywhere you go? Lately, a couple of thin books to read in traffic or while waiting. 9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days? If I told you I'd be blogging for one whole week. 10. What is your best quality? My persistence to understand everything. 11. Is being tagged fun? If you like being "it" then yes. 12. How do you see yourself? Through any reflective surface e.g. mirror. Expected witty retort aside, I see myself as some grown-up trying to be a kid and ends up getting lost somewhere in the middle. Or as a tiny player in the grand scheme of the universe, like an ant in God's huge and expensive ant farm. But most of the time I really just look in the mirror then think "Hot damn!"
13. Do you prefer rain or snow? I can't compare, I've only experienced cleaning out the freezer.
15. Poor but loved, or rich but hated? Rich but hated. Then I'll buy their love. Gotcha, bitch. 16. How many children do you want? If you're a woman, never ever ask that kind of question, especially on a first date.
17. Whatʼs better; to give or to receive? To share. 18. What do you feel about sex without love? It's awesome. 19. Would you have 100% safe sex with a stranger for $10,000,000? Would I? WOULD I???
Hell, I'd do it for 10% the asking price. So the answer is: hells yeah. 20. What would you name yourself if youʼd been born the opposite gender? This is a trick question designed to humiliate me for a few good weeks, so I'll pass. (copypasted from DJ Dylan's blog) Posted by barny on Jan 14, '09 4:24 AM for everyone ANIMALS
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
[1950]
From The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara. Copyright © 1971 | |
