droolay

dulay, gulay... ei, i'm vegetarian naman ah!!

i don't know about this man, there's just something in his eyes.. some kind of intensity, maybe?? oh well, allow me to let you meet a sideburned globetrotter JP and Jonas were making fun of:

objectivism

Meet my heroine's mind:
The following is a short description of Objectivism given by Ayn Rand in 1962. To learn more about her philosophic system, please read Dr. Leonard Peikoff's short essay: The Philosophy of Objectivism: A Brief Summary.
by Ayn Rand At a sales conference at Random House, preceding the publication of Atlas Shrugged, one of the book salesmen asked me whether I could present the essence of my philosophy while standing on one foot. I did as follows:

1. Metaphysics: Objective Reality
2. Epistemology: Reason
3. Ethics: Self-interest
4. Politics: Capitalism

If you want this translated into simple language, it would read:

1. "Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed" or "Wishing won't make it so."
2. "You can't eat your cake and have it, too."
3. "Man is an end in himself."
4. "Give me liberty or give me death."

If you held these concepts with total consistency, as the base of your convictions, you would have a full philosophical system to guide the course of your life. But to hold them with total consistency—to understand, to define, to prove and to apply them—requires volumes of thought. Which is why philosophy cannot be discussed while standing on one foot—nor while standing on two feet on both sides of every fence. This last is the predominant philosophical position today, particularly in the field of politics.
My philosophy, Objectivism, holds that:
-Reality exists as an objective absolute—facts are facts, independent of man's feelings, wishes, hopes or fears.
-Reason (the faculty which identifies and integrates the material provided by man's senses) is man's only means of perceiving reality, his only source of knowledge, his only guide to action, and his basic means of survival.
-Man—every man—is an end in himself, not the means to the ends of others. He must exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself. The pursuit of his own rational self-interest and of his own happiness is the highest moral purpose of his life.
-The ideal political-economic system is laissez-faire capitalism. It is a system where men deal with one another, not as victims and executioners, nor as masters and slaves, but as traders, by free, voluntary exchange to mutual benefit. It is a system where no man may obtain any values from others by resorting to physical force, and no man may initiate the use of physical force against others. The government acts only as a policeman that protects man's rights; it uses physical force only in retaliation and only against those who initiate its use, such as criminals or foreign invaders. In a system of full capitalism, there should be (but, historically, has not yet been) a complete separation of state and economics, in the same way and for the same reasons as the separation of state and church.
Copyright ã 1962 by Times-Mirror Co.

highfalutin' fools

i came into my haven today, with the fresh rants, from some highfalutin' owners of raspy vocal chords, to serve as a welcome as i walked into the room. they're arguing about music. (as if it's a valid topic for one!)
a very blessedly special person told me--reprimanded could be the more suitable word-- to not judge music and musicians. however,the deal here is, one has to know know which is music and which is merely low commercial sh*t.
back to the raspy rants of so-called knowledge... well... one can't dislike punk just because it's punk... nor should they dislike reggae for what it is. not being able to understand and then accept is quite a loss, a futility. especially in music--if one judges music, one commits the big mistake of (1)judging its existence; and (2) judging another person's capacity for freedom, for expressing it...what the hell... i need coffee... not making much sense nymore... grrr..!

busy monday

oh well. woke up to a lazy morning... chatted with mom and her friends over coffee and capri.. what can i do, that's just what it is.
anyway, they have been making fun of me about my stubborness. mom tells me i should look for another guy, someone who's nearer. i just smiled and kept quiet. they don't know better.
so there... i endured the banter for a longer time than necessary. but at that time i would rather listen to them than to go to school. i've still got the hang ups from the relaxing weekend i just had.
but then, the goody2shoes part of me stubbed the last capri stick and said goodbye to my mom and her firends. im obliged to go to school, not because it's a responsibility i gladly accepted but because it is what's expected. ho-hum... what a life... but this is better than anything for now. so i took my bag and headed to the road.

the prejudged 'bigamist' (oh c'mon...)

oh well, what can i do when everyone's accusing me of bigamy?
i'm here at the HF Office, minding my own sweet biz and then HERCULES comes into the picture and into the room. So what? da heck i care!
okay, okay, the question is: am i REALLY a bigamist?
the answer is: NO! a hell of a BIG NO!
to set things straight, I have a boyfriend. And I'm happy with my relationship with him. Despite the fact that it's long distance (which is shitty and unbearable at times), I'm still okay. I cannot ask for more.

***maybe i'll publish the story here one of these days... hmmm... that means bearing my soul ***

Plus, what they think i did isn't technically bigamy. (hello!)

to add to that, whatever other people perceive me to be is just what and how they want to perceive me. so that just doesn't make any sense. B*LL, like what i always say.

in everything, and in everyone, there's always more to what's on the surface.

and as for this so-called "hercules," i don't need to explain to any one what our companionship is. those who know me well knows what i'm up to (at least, i hope so).

just nuther day

the last prelim test paper has been answered... at last, exam's over. i have to get back to normal by next week, prepare myself for a way hectic schedule next week.
as for this moment, i'm hoping dale would finally receive the letters and the pictures i sent him. hmmm... i wonder what his expression would be like?

o bloody words

i know my last entry might be vague... allow me to be ragin' mad sometimes because of too much injustice

meet my wrath, yo peepz

where does freedom of expression end and tyranny begin?
of all the things that anyone could do to me, there's only one thing that i could NEVER EVER tolerate:
being taken as a fool.

what's with the censorship, man?!?

i try not to think of bad things and have PEACE in my head and in my heart but every ounce of peace i try hard to cling to just disappears with all that deception.

just where does freedom end and tyranny begin?

i cannot be your scapegoat, i will never be one.
i cannot be your laboratory mouse, your experiment. i am better than that.

what i'm ranting about is this:

you people think you're above the system by making yourselves THE friggin' system.
sons of b*tches!!! here's the tiffany you don't know.
meet my wrath!!!

i'd rather have a pen and paper in my hand than your shallow piece of joke. you're like the rot that eats away the bronze, making the metal brittle.

i heard of a story that when an institution destroys a system that promotes what is rightfully due to the people, they are destroying the people who serve as the reason why they exist in the first place. i don't know what the conclusion of the story would be... but it would be insensible and irrational if these people would be deprived of their right just because of the whims of the so-called 'people up there'

i don't want to start believing that theory about life being a total futility

lots of bullsh*t in this dang world (part 1)

so, here's the scenario:

the SYSTEM of PERSONIFIED ORDEAL comes into the picture with a smiley face and a white shirt. (poohey!)
and it's got pieces of papers that could stuff our mouths into silence.

another product of boredom

i want to be in jamaica

why?

woohoo!!!

i don't know... i want to be there, by the beach, listening to reggae...
anyone who could take me there, take me

mixed up thoughts

Everyday, one encounters people who have got so much to say and yet nothing to mean. what do they create??? NOISE!
And what's wrong with that? A LOT
i remember how dale used to tell me to consider everything as good music, art, even if it's freakin' whining Simple Plan on the radio. okay, so is that really music? is eric santos and those people who's got musical vocal chords really creating good music? or aret hey all merely commercialism lulling listeners to consume them all for the sake of profit.

whatever...

my favorite author's ayn rand--- capitalism
my favorite book's about the third reich--- communism
i admire frida kahlo--- socialism

what now?

maybe everything really is a futility. (and people around me are ranting like they could make a difference in the world, or even in their listeners' / hearers' lives)

is there really a point to standing your ground for something one believes in? that happened to the germans who stoodup and believed that Jews should be eradicated. what happened--tragic Holocaust.

i don't knowwhere i'm going anymore... it's just that maybe we just have to believe in what's right and good, even if the belief is against one's own principles. but still, that's just an idealism. and idealists end up broke, broken, or dead.

i'm bored

that's it, i'm just bored

in my island

Without the political brouhahas, the Philippines is still a dang rockin good place after all. Why?
For one thing, next to pure Jamaican reggae, southern phi reggae makes listening to OPM worthwhile.
For one thing, take Junior Kilat. (see www.juniorkilat.com)
So many local Pinoy artist try hard to sound and be westernized. So what?
Junior Kilat and many others like this band got out of the superfially western mold and look at them now. Sooner or later, even those who doesn't understand cebuano will be listening to them.
Stil, there's danger. Getting into the mainstream endangers what's good about the likes of Gaucho, hemp republic, and budoy's band (jr.kilat).
***omg, they'll be prone to piracy!***
anyway, here's an example: everybody wears the "green-yellow-red" band, wears uncle bob's shirt, even gets overboard with dreads "just beacause it looks different"... but i bet most of them are clueless of what those things really mean. so, if ever southern reggae would get into the mainstream, the music would just be like bob's face found anywhere and everywhere... southern reggae would just be played and overplayed and sung over andover until it gets so banal to the point that it would lose its beauty.