Hippie New Year

First off, hippie doesn't have to do anything in this post. I just thought it was funny. Sorry, reader, if you are. I didn't mean it to be funny in a bad way. It was supposed to be a pun, but I'm not sure if it's an effective one. Anyway, let us move on before it becomes offensive.

I'm actually making this post before the year ends. Wala lang, as I always say, for the sake of humanity. I really don't have a heavy reason for this post but I certainly hope it becomes very sensible.

We all have these ridiculous traditions when the year is about to end. Jump on stairs, throw coins, wear polka dots, name it. But I think these are all bullcrap. Yes, I don't need to expound. I just think that it is. I am almost certain that you think so, too. Thank you. Well, to make things a bit clearer, I am more of a Science person.

By the way, I know that this is the last day of the year. So he who dares tell me "see you next year" when he is actually seeing me tomorrow shall be punched in the face handsomely.

The very famous New Year's resolution is just as shitty. Why make these resolutions during the end of the year when we can make them in any time of the year? That would make much more sense. Don't give me that "motivation" reason because I don't give a damn for people who are foolish enough to think that a fucked up resolution written in paper is gonna be a light at the end of the tunnel. Give me a break. Psh.

Change for the better anytime. You don't need New Years for that.

PS. I would like to dedicate this post to my dear brother Jay-ar Tavera who is celebrating his birthday today. Happy Birthday brader, I love you. Haha!

Song Sincerity

We all have our favorite songs. That one song which we will always like forever. At least that's what's in our minds. We swear to ourselves and even to God that we will always have that one song in our hearts playing like a broken music box on repeat for all eternity. But no. Something else always comes up, doesn't it? Well, that's the irony, my friend. The irony.

There are a couple of reasons why our feelings become separated from those seemingly perfect songs which we all can relate to and can't help but just say what the devil, this song is for me. Yes? Well, that's right -- but for that mean time. Prepare for ultimate destruction.

The most common reason why we "un-favorite" a song is because we change. Face it, people change. Regardless if it's for the better or for the worse, people's lives change. The only constant thing in this universe is change. Nothing else remains but change. But technically, nothing really remains because if change remains, that means everything changes. But let's not get into that very confusing argument because it might just discombobulate our poor, pathetic minds.

Going back, since we all change, there is a great possibility that our feelings will change as well. Which then will lead to making our feelings for that song also change.

Another reason why, and which I am very concerned about, is the fact that if a particular song becomes really, really popular, it becomes overused or overplayed. That, my friend will pave the way for it to lose its virginity, I mean, sincerity. Get this. This one song is really good that's why it's so God damn popular. But let's face it, because it has been played for a million times in one day, it becomes just another song that we don't care about with a monotonous bell-like annoying sound. This is also the reason why I don't really listen to amazingly popular songs unless eventually I get to like them for humanity's sake. Likewise, I hate the fact that my excruciatingly favorite unpopular songs become so popular that I just wanna destroy myself.

On another light, (disclaimer: seriously, I don't have a knack in using these artificial phrases/idioms so please bear with me and please just find it funny/amusing) if we actually delve into those overused songs, we will realize that the meaning of their lyrics are brilliant. Good is an understatement. So yeah, I understand now why they're so crazy famous.

Keeping It Un-Perfect

Get this. People around me most of the time know very well that I am a piece of macaroni topped with melting cheese when it comes to obsession-compulsion. But I really have no idea what that idiomatic expression I just used means. I always, let me repeat, always, well not really "hardcore" always but most of the time, I correct people when they are mistaken but let me stress this one out, I am not entirely always aware of it. So, forgive me if you are offended but this person just has to do it.

Perhaps a lot of people might get annoyed with it but I DO NOT care because I only correct when I know I'm absolutely, f*cking right. In an other-way-around situation, won't you also hate it when a person tries correcting you when you know you're already amazingly right? Right?

I mean, I love being corrected -- that is when I am not sure about what I'm talking about and still go with it. It's growing. It is stupid to hate being corrected, and I am most definitely not stupid. I'm just not sure whether or not I'm smart. But that's debatable so let's not get into that. I know I don't know too much, but I know enough to know that what you're talking about should be straightened out. I don't bitch around if there's nothing to be bitchy about. It takes a lot of hard work, and I am not getting paid for it.

To be just concise with it, correct me if I'm wrong, I will when you are. Let's help each other out because this is not a perfect world.

Talk That Talk

Anyway, so I was thinking a lot lately about how should things go by. I wasn't really making a big deal out of it. But when you think about it, it gets back to you and hits you like a ray of sunlight trapped in a mysterious rainforest that lies in the midst of wilderness. Well, actually, I'm talking about being all activated in blogging and really, just like that and sundry. Just right at that note, I have come to realize that what the hell, I am a talkative son of a bitch so I should handle this just as good. But before all of this just started happening, I wanted to thank you for handling me greatly, even if the club can't handle me right now.

You see, it is a predicament for me, mind you, that I might be lost for words just like that. But then again, mister devilish monster always whispers to my ear: "You talk a lot so you will do just fine." Imagine how a monster could give such great advice. I have no idea how I got there, but let it be. There are reasons for a lot of things and that is not an exception. Thank you.

Relax and I do not want drama. Please just let this go by like a stray rain that you barely even felt.