you're damn right.
i'll be back whenever. Thanks for now.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
chains...down your throat.
My wife recently received it. It scared her for a while, then she was furious so she took care of it by confronting the person that inflicted fear (or anger) then deleted it. I'm sure you received this at least once in your lifetime.
Chain Text Messages.
My first encounter with this was it's not even called as such. It was sent in a form of snailmail (yeah, i'm that old). It was not directly sent to me but, to my mama. Unsurprisingly, she was furious. But with this fury, she reacted by giving in to what the letter demanded. more letters out from her. It was scary for her. This letter was threatening her loved ones if she did not give in to its demand. So what do you do if in case something happens to you after you don't give in? you blame yourself.
But that's an irrational way of coping up with unfavorable situations that was preceeded with a logical reaction.
Then it seems that letters became tedious and slow. So these sadist bastards came up with "chaintxt". Little do these dumbasses know that cellphones has this function "reply" that chain letters didn't have.
It was even more fun if you know the person that sent you this message. That probably means you're about to lose a friend. You just can't be friends with someone who believes that their fate lies within these ill-written messages. That's just fucking pathetic.
I had my share of these things too. I didn't know who this person was, but I replied in a way that I should not be repeating here.
Chain Text Messages.
My first encounter with this was it's not even called as such. It was sent in a form of snailmail (yeah, i'm that old). It was not directly sent to me but, to my mama. Unsurprisingly, she was furious. But with this fury, she reacted by giving in to what the letter demanded. more letters out from her. It was scary for her. This letter was threatening her loved ones if she did not give in to its demand. So what do you do if in case something happens to you after you don't give in? you blame yourself.
But that's an irrational way of coping up with unfavorable situations that was preceeded with a logical reaction.
Then it seems that letters became tedious and slow. So these sadist bastards came up with "chaintxt". Little do these dumbasses know that cellphones has this function "reply" that chain letters didn't have.
It was even more fun if you know the person that sent you this message. That probably means you're about to lose a friend. You just can't be friends with someone who believes that their fate lies within these ill-written messages. That's just fucking pathetic.
I had my share of these things too. I didn't know who this person was, but I replied in a way that I should not be repeating here.
heat
I was playing with my pen, staring blankly at a wall with my leg up a chair and my paper beggin' for words. It's surprising that my mind was blank. It seems that my mind's having its cigarette break.
So I joined it.
As I went out for a cancer stick, I've noticed that our Makopa treehas spawned its first set of fruits. But that was not the purpose of planting it in the first place in front of our yard. I thought it'll reach its highest and will provide shade. But the darned thing has a height of an outgoing president. I watered it to the point that it probably drowned. As I was done gardening, I went back to swinging the inked cylinder. But again, it left me staring at a wall.
Then it struck me.
Just about the other day, It was one of the hottest day recorded this year. It reached 36.8 degrees celsius. What better place you ought to be at the height of this heatwave than to be inside a mall, in your airconditioned bedroom, or at a highly airconditioned workplace. Hell, put me in an airconditioned coffin and i'm in there in a heartbeat. But I choose the opposite.
I was at a footbridge. In Taguig. Wearing stinging black, semi-cotton polo shirt with no protection-thank-you-very-much from heat. I could hear my body telling me to take a shower as soon as possible. But it has to wait.
I had to drop off something at my mama's office in Bicutan, Taguig where I used to work for a few months as an OJT intern. There will always be familiar faces. A few "unknown-by-names" former co-workers, whom you respond by a nod, a smile or the undefeated "oi".
As soon as I was done, the long way home is torture. You've to keep up with heat, traffic and worse, my mp3 player's battery has gone empty. So what better more to spend time than making fun of these SLT billboards.
No, I don't hate public transportation. In fact, given a choice between a comfy private vehicle and these swindler jeepney drivers, i'd choose the jeepney. nothing patriotic. just a simple reason of - challenge.
My day usually starts at around 2.30am and you could imagine the adrenaline pumping everytime you ride a jeepney with 2-4 drunk looking goons with questionable gestures. Trust me, that sign of the cross you do before the jeep moves? that won't help. Instinct do. But instincts are not enough. You've to be at least tricky.
I always keep my total exact amount of fare money in my coin purse(yeah, very manly) and the rest of my money carefully sneaked in my pack of cigarettes. Take my wallet, take my phone, get the fuck out of my face. Take everything you can. Just make sure you don't let me see you again at another time or I'll slit your throat. *i need a break.
This hostility came from need. I need to do this. I can't easily cope with the fact that these situations happen every working day.
So I joined it.
As I went out for a cancer stick, I've noticed that our Makopa treehas spawned its first set of fruits. But that was not the purpose of planting it in the first place in front of our yard. I thought it'll reach its highest and will provide shade. But the darned thing has a height of an outgoing president. I watered it to the point that it probably drowned. As I was done gardening, I went back to swinging the inked cylinder. But again, it left me staring at a wall.
Then it struck me.
Just about the other day, It was one of the hottest day recorded this year. It reached 36.8 degrees celsius. What better place you ought to be at the height of this heatwave than to be inside a mall, in your airconditioned bedroom, or at a highly airconditioned workplace. Hell, put me in an airconditioned coffin and i'm in there in a heartbeat. But I choose the opposite.
I was at a footbridge. In Taguig. Wearing stinging black, semi-cotton polo shirt with no protection-thank-you-very-much from heat. I could hear my body telling me to take a shower as soon as possible. But it has to wait.
I had to drop off something at my mama's office in Bicutan, Taguig where I used to work for a few months as an OJT intern. There will always be familiar faces. A few "unknown-by-names" former co-workers, whom you respond by a nod, a smile or the undefeated "oi".
As soon as I was done, the long way home is torture. You've to keep up with heat, traffic and worse, my mp3 player's battery has gone empty. So what better more to spend time than making fun of these SLT billboards.
No, I don't hate public transportation. In fact, given a choice between a comfy private vehicle and these swindler jeepney drivers, i'd choose the jeepney. nothing patriotic. just a simple reason of - challenge.
My day usually starts at around 2.30am and you could imagine the adrenaline pumping everytime you ride a jeepney with 2-4 drunk looking goons with questionable gestures. Trust me, that sign of the cross you do before the jeep moves? that won't help. Instinct do. But instincts are not enough. You've to be at least tricky.
I always keep my total exact amount of fare money in my coin purse(yeah, very manly) and the rest of my money carefully sneaked in my pack of cigarettes. Take my wallet, take my phone, get the fuck out of my face. Take everything you can. Just make sure you don't let me see you again at another time or I'll slit your throat. *i need a break.
This hostility came from need. I need to do this. I can't easily cope with the fact that these situations happen every working day.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Headline News outtakes
"Massacre raps vs. 2 Ampatuans dropped"
"...Justice secretary Alberto Agra cleared ARMM governor Zaldy Ampatuan and Maguindanao Vice Governor Akmad Ampatuan when the two filed petition and presented documented evidence that these two Ampatuans were not present at the crime scene at the time of the massacre. Agra, also said that having similar surnames does not mean there was a sign of conspiracy..."
>you bastards should've waited until another celebrity scandal takes place. That's the only time our attention are occupied and we'll simply forget your radical, thoughtless decisions. isang buwan pa lang Mr. Agra, at mukhang mabe-break mo ang record ng shortest span of national position held.
"Noynoy has come out of his shell"
"...Maria Elena "Ballsy" Aquino-Cruz, eldest sister of Noynoy Aquino III told The Philippine Star that her brother is coming out of his shell and he is "his own man"..."
> This would probably mean that at the time that he decided to run for presidency, he was someone else's man. Truly coming out of his shell-as a chicken who has no direction of his own.
"Earth Day Run starts today"
"...Climate Change Secretary Heherson Alvarez authored the resolution declaring April 22 as Earth Day..."
> you could probably run away from Climate Change. You could wear a shirt, bandana, or a scarf to "fight Climate Change". But trust me, this Major Event leaves nothing but Minor (or no) Effect to the impending doom we're facing at.
"...Justice secretary Alberto Agra cleared ARMM governor Zaldy Ampatuan and Maguindanao Vice Governor Akmad Ampatuan when the two filed petition and presented documented evidence that these two Ampatuans were not present at the crime scene at the time of the massacre. Agra, also said that having similar surnames does not mean there was a sign of conspiracy..."
>you bastards should've waited until another celebrity scandal takes place. That's the only time our attention are occupied and we'll simply forget your radical, thoughtless decisions. isang buwan pa lang Mr. Agra, at mukhang mabe-break mo ang record ng shortest span of national position held.
"Noynoy has come out of his shell"
"...Maria Elena "Ballsy" Aquino-Cruz, eldest sister of Noynoy Aquino III told The Philippine Star that her brother is coming out of his shell and he is "his own man"..."
> This would probably mean that at the time that he decided to run for presidency, he was someone else's man. Truly coming out of his shell-as a chicken who has no direction of his own.
"Earth Day Run starts today"
"...Climate Change Secretary Heherson Alvarez authored the resolution declaring April 22 as Earth Day..."
> you could probably run away from Climate Change. You could wear a shirt, bandana, or a scarf to "fight Climate Change". But trust me, this Major Event leaves nothing but Minor (or no) Effect to the impending doom we're facing at.
a beautiful sunday morning
We're not regular churchgoers. If we do, we just pass by and pray. If we attend mass, It had to be Easter Sunday, Christmas Day or the first sunday after New year's day. I should be burned in hell. But I have reasons.
Last Easter,me and my family attended mass. It was alienating at first cos we don't even know the songs that they're playing while on mass. They must be changing it every year. There are also these designated seats for churchgoers who'll bring offertories like a basketful of fruits, canned goods or a basket of flowers. Great!. You bring gifts, you get to have a seat at the front. I wanted to leave right away, But I don't want to spoil the party.
The mass itself was ok. The gospel was clearly delivered. Although I never listen to the priest' homily, but at that time, I couldn't believe what he has to say about Easter Sunday.
He said that since this is the celebration of the lord's resurrection, It should also serve as resurrection to our conscience before voting this coming May elections.
I couldn't believe my ears. We made a mutual agreement to leave the holy house even before the homily ended.
Maybe the priest was tired. Maybe he's running out of ideas that would be of relevance to the gospel. Maybe he wanted to wake up the already-half-asleep churchgoers. Maybe he's just a total prick. Needless to say, he obviously blew it.
I'm never a religious person. I always believe that having a spiritual relationship with religion is better than a patterned mass. I believe that doing GOOD is always better than believing an entity called GOD.
I've nothing against the catholic church. But I just hate the fact that the church is creeping it's way to run the government rather than just being a moral reference to politicians and provide spiritual guidance to the whole nation.
But it usually tends to misfire. They would conduct press conferences condemning birth control contraceptives and promote celibacy. I don't think I can trust a man's point of view about having a family when he doesn't even have one.
Maybe this is the same reason why I haven't had my house blessing yet. Cos I still don't believe you can combine words like minimum donation and use it. It's just ridiculous.
As far as I know, the next time that I would need the services of these people would be christening of my future kids, grandsons and granddaughters and the mandatory blessing of my corpse as I may not enter the kingdom of the lord heavens above.
But in the meantime, stop conducting press conferences. You guys don't look good on TV. Leave these Press Conferences to politicians defending themselves from accusations.
Last Easter,me and my family attended mass. It was alienating at first cos we don't even know the songs that they're playing while on mass. They must be changing it every year. There are also these designated seats for churchgoers who'll bring offertories like a basketful of fruits, canned goods or a basket of flowers. Great!. You bring gifts, you get to have a seat at the front. I wanted to leave right away, But I don't want to spoil the party.
The mass itself was ok. The gospel was clearly delivered. Although I never listen to the priest' homily, but at that time, I couldn't believe what he has to say about Easter Sunday.
He said that since this is the celebration of the lord's resurrection, It should also serve as resurrection to our conscience before voting this coming May elections.
I couldn't believe my ears. We made a mutual agreement to leave the holy house even before the homily ended.
Maybe the priest was tired. Maybe he's running out of ideas that would be of relevance to the gospel. Maybe he wanted to wake up the already-half-asleep churchgoers. Maybe he's just a total prick. Needless to say, he obviously blew it.
I'm never a religious person. I always believe that having a spiritual relationship with religion is better than a patterned mass. I believe that doing GOOD is always better than believing an entity called GOD.
I've nothing against the catholic church. But I just hate the fact that the church is creeping it's way to run the government rather than just being a moral reference to politicians and provide spiritual guidance to the whole nation.
But it usually tends to misfire. They would conduct press conferences condemning birth control contraceptives and promote celibacy. I don't think I can trust a man's point of view about having a family when he doesn't even have one.
Maybe this is the same reason why I haven't had my house blessing yet. Cos I still don't believe you can combine words like minimum donation and use it. It's just ridiculous.
As far as I know, the next time that I would need the services of these people would be christening of my future kids, grandsons and granddaughters and the mandatory blessing of my corpse as I may not enter the kingdom of the lord heavens above.
But in the meantime, stop conducting press conferences. You guys don't look good on TV. Leave these Press Conferences to politicians defending themselves from accusations.
"slumber"
I had all my thoughts collected. I've brought my "draft" papers (that includes the back of political flyers & handouts-seriously, thank you), I've asked a few hours from my significant other to have my work "come to life", I was ready. prepared. I arrived at the pc rental & noticed that only a handful of "emo"looking kids hanging out. I've thought, they must be waiting for other cutters for their daily online gaming activities. I was wrong. I asked the attendant for two hours. she quietly smiled and said, "sir, brownout po..."
Maybe I was too psyched. too excited. And all o' that changed to a much expected dismay. Hey, I won't label myself a pessimist for nuthin'.
Recent reports said that rotating brownouts are here to make our lives miserable until the end of second quarter of this year. Just about a month after the elections. And as expected, the dynamic duo Meralco/Napocor denied the accusations that it has something to do with this upcoming circus act that is the Elections. I tried to laugh about it. But it gave me a massive headache instead.
It left me no choice but to stay home, light up a cigarette - served with a cup of black coffee, took my trusty Panda ballpen, grab a piece of paper, reconstructed my thoughts and started "shootin' da shit".
In situations such as power failures, It'll generously leave you two choices: a) you leave home, rush to the nearest mall, and do nuthin' but stroll and be a marketing bait to these useless items w/c you would either regret buying later or save these items as gifts for christmas - even if it's March. or b) you appreciate the four corners of your house and do the things that has little or nothing to to do with electricity. I found the latter more challenging.
Not because i'm broke or wanted to miss the opportunity to be called a hermaphrodite for a day ("yes sir, yes mam,ano pong size?")but simply because of the fact that I appreciate the small things that these two multinational companies leave to you after they shut the electricity off while watching important "of-national-interest" shows such as Startalk or Juicy.
It's been awhile since I tried finishing a crossword puzzle from a tabloid. It splits your thinking. You'd be thinking of the answers to these Jeopardy-like questions (or answers) and at the same time, you'd be asking yourself, how do these crossword puzzle makers come up with these questions and how would they know which answers would fit for the "pahalang" and "pababa". The shaded box designs are another plus. It always remind me of Tetris.
Besides writing, I also create music. No, I don't write lyrics. I've realized that from my old band H.A.R.M. (you don't wanna know what it stands for) and as I review those abominations that I once created when I was 15, It was almost as laughable as a Gary Lising joke. Creating music with an acoustic guitar is boundless. 6 strings, 18 frets, about 50-100 chords and non-chords. Imagine the musical whirlwind you could create.
It's been an hour or two. I got tired of doing these things and playing card Solitaire. I fell asleep. In spite of the blistering heat, light sweat, the boredom lead me to a semi-sleep.
Then I felt this breeze at my bare back. I hear the neighbors cheer followed by their stereo blasting through the speakers once again. it's about fucking time.
I wanted to finish the crossword puzzle but I couldn't remember the tagalog term for swamp (it was latian- i later found out). I wanted to finish the song I started but it unintentionally sounded like a Neil Young song. I tried to go back to sleep but I felt this urge to have another hit of coffee/cigarette cancer combo. I went back to the PC rental, but when I arrived, seats were all occupied and this time, a handful of customers like me were waiting for an available station. And the "emo" looking tambays seems to have a world of their own in between power failures.
Maybe I was too psyched. too excited. And all o' that changed to a much expected dismay. Hey, I won't label myself a pessimist for nuthin'.
Recent reports said that rotating brownouts are here to make our lives miserable until the end of second quarter of this year. Just about a month after the elections. And as expected, the dynamic duo Meralco/Napocor denied the accusations that it has something to do with this upcoming circus act that is the Elections. I tried to laugh about it. But it gave me a massive headache instead.
It left me no choice but to stay home, light up a cigarette - served with a cup of black coffee, took my trusty Panda ballpen, grab a piece of paper, reconstructed my thoughts and started "shootin' da shit".
In situations such as power failures, It'll generously leave you two choices: a) you leave home, rush to the nearest mall, and do nuthin' but stroll and be a marketing bait to these useless items w/c you would either regret buying later or save these items as gifts for christmas - even if it's March. or b) you appreciate the four corners of your house and do the things that has little or nothing to to do with electricity. I found the latter more challenging.
Not because i'm broke or wanted to miss the opportunity to be called a hermaphrodite for a day ("yes sir, yes mam,ano pong size?")but simply because of the fact that I appreciate the small things that these two multinational companies leave to you after they shut the electricity off while watching important "of-national-interest" shows such as Startalk or Juicy.
It's been awhile since I tried finishing a crossword puzzle from a tabloid. It splits your thinking. You'd be thinking of the answers to these Jeopardy-like questions (or answers) and at the same time, you'd be asking yourself, how do these crossword puzzle makers come up with these questions and how would they know which answers would fit for the "pahalang" and "pababa". The shaded box designs are another plus. It always remind me of Tetris.
Besides writing, I also create music. No, I don't write lyrics. I've realized that from my old band H.A.R.M. (you don't wanna know what it stands for) and as I review those abominations that I once created when I was 15, It was almost as laughable as a Gary Lising joke. Creating music with an acoustic guitar is boundless. 6 strings, 18 frets, about 50-100 chords and non-chords. Imagine the musical whirlwind you could create.
It's been an hour or two. I got tired of doing these things and playing card Solitaire. I fell asleep. In spite of the blistering heat, light sweat, the boredom lead me to a semi-sleep.
Then I felt this breeze at my bare back. I hear the neighbors cheer followed by their stereo blasting through the speakers once again. it's about fucking time.
I wanted to finish the crossword puzzle but I couldn't remember the tagalog term for swamp (it was latian- i later found out). I wanted to finish the song I started but it unintentionally sounded like a Neil Young song. I tried to go back to sleep but I felt this urge to have another hit of coffee/cigarette cancer combo. I went back to the PC rental, but when I arrived, seats were all occupied and this time, a handful of customers like me were waiting for an available station. And the "emo" looking tambays seems to have a world of their own in between power failures.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
handshake
I could hear her famous jingle from a few blocks away from my house. I could guess what I would expect in the next few minutes of what was about to happen if I stay where I was. I could feel the unwanted, non-rewarding pressure that's about to take place if I kept my position. They're coming.
I had to sweep off dried leaves from my "carless" garage that unsurprisingly becoming a daily habit due to high temperature at noon, and strong, steaming winds come afternoon. As they passed by in front of my house, a campaign officer (read:hatak) told me to stop what I was doing to shake hands with re-electionist The Mayor. Now I've seen her from thousands of posters even before this upcoming elections and I think i've had enough of her smile. Meeting her would be shoving it too much. I told him "Sige lang ser, kelangan ko tapusing 'to". Obviously not pleased with my way of rejection, he raised his voice, contrasted with a grinning smile, told me "Sige na brod, tigilan mo yan!" I fired back with a "May ginagawa nga ako't madumi kamay ko! ano ka ba?!" then suddenly,out of nowhere (actually from a flock of police officers),The Mayor appeared and responded "okay lang yan,for Mayor, kuya ha?" reached out her hand and shook my hands firmly. Blinded by the element of surprise, i smiled back. After her parade passed through our house, I went inside and washed my hands-thoroughly.
I had three or four more "shake hands" incident that took place in one afternoon. As her fellow Vice Mayor, councilor(s), followed the same path. I was at my favorite time of the day-sweeping dried leaves, gardening, while listening to Best of Elton John. They had to ruin it by playing these popular tunes, surgically butchered with lyrics that would identify them and which position they're running for. I've readied myself from those situations.
That's why I'm not voting.
I've been thinking, "What difference would it make?" "exercising my right?" "expressing my opinion?" "vote wisely?" my common denominator would be NO.
If I wanted to exercise my right, it would be my right to refuse to vote. My right not to take part of this creeping national disaster. a scam in subtle nature. I don't hate elections. I just thought that this "automated failure" should've taken place where no national position is involved (like barangay elections-that would be a good practice) We're talking about a 6 year term here, people. Well, when all else fails, there's always EDSA tres,kwatro, singko , etc.
I've seen this pol-ad (i'm pretty sure it was a pol-ad, i could be wrong) That I've no right to complain at certain situations such as unfinished roads (as clearly depicted in the ad), traffic, power rate hikes, etc. if I don't vote
You know what, Fuck you.
I pay taxes. I pay all taxes you ask me to. The least that you nimrods could do is make it worth it for taxpayers like me. I've no right to complain? again, Fuck you.
Sorry. That was not for you. It's these thoughtless pol-ads making my blood boil to a lava-like state and making me talk like Eminem.
Four weeks. That's four sundays. Two paydays. That means more handshaking followed by thorough handwashing, followed by aspirin - not taken into moderation.
I had to sweep off dried leaves from my "carless" garage that unsurprisingly becoming a daily habit due to high temperature at noon, and strong, steaming winds come afternoon. As they passed by in front of my house, a campaign officer (read:hatak) told me to stop what I was doing to shake hands with re-electionist The Mayor. Now I've seen her from thousands of posters even before this upcoming elections and I think i've had enough of her smile. Meeting her would be shoving it too much. I told him "Sige lang ser, kelangan ko tapusing 'to". Obviously not pleased with my way of rejection, he raised his voice, contrasted with a grinning smile, told me "Sige na brod, tigilan mo yan!" I fired back with a "May ginagawa nga ako't madumi kamay ko! ano ka ba?!" then suddenly,out of nowhere (actually from a flock of police officers),The Mayor appeared and responded "okay lang yan,for Mayor, kuya ha?" reached out her hand and shook my hands firmly. Blinded by the element of surprise, i smiled back. After her parade passed through our house, I went inside and washed my hands-thoroughly.
I had three or four more "shake hands" incident that took place in one afternoon. As her fellow Vice Mayor, councilor(s), followed the same path. I was at my favorite time of the day-sweeping dried leaves, gardening, while listening to Best of Elton John. They had to ruin it by playing these popular tunes, surgically butchered with lyrics that would identify them and which position they're running for. I've readied myself from those situations.
That's why I'm not voting.
I've been thinking, "What difference would it make?" "exercising my right?" "expressing my opinion?" "vote wisely?" my common denominator would be NO.
If I wanted to exercise my right, it would be my right to refuse to vote. My right not to take part of this creeping national disaster. a scam in subtle nature. I don't hate elections. I just thought that this "automated failure" should've taken place where no national position is involved (like barangay elections-that would be a good practice) We're talking about a 6 year term here, people. Well, when all else fails, there's always EDSA tres,kwatro, singko , etc.
I've seen this pol-ad (i'm pretty sure it was a pol-ad, i could be wrong) That I've no right to complain at certain situations such as unfinished roads (as clearly depicted in the ad), traffic, power rate hikes, etc. if I don't vote
You know what, Fuck you.
I pay taxes. I pay all taxes you ask me to. The least that you nimrods could do is make it worth it for taxpayers like me. I've no right to complain? again, Fuck you.
Sorry. That was not for you. It's these thoughtless pol-ads making my blood boil to a lava-like state and making me talk like Eminem.
Four weeks. That's four sundays. Two paydays. That means more handshaking followed by thorough handwashing, followed by aspirin - not taken into moderation.
prefixes and suffixes
I first started listening to metal music back in the early 90's. I was exposed to this aggressive, decibel wrecking music primarily because of lyrical content. music context followed. The band's topics mainly consists of death, oppression, strength, horror, religion where my interest lays. I couldn't imagine myself listening to Bon Jovi while reading Cujo. I was 12.
Interest progressed, from generic metal to other "subgenres". these "subgenres" are became interesting, and at times, fun. You can just add prefixes to the word metal and voila, a subgenre. Death-, jazz-, grind-, speed-, thrash- even pop-. It became faster, louder than your grandma on speed, words became unintelligible, guitar riffs became outrageously impossible, tempo switches, then...then..I snapped.
I got tired of it.
One of my former bandmates commented on my status on a Social Networking Webiste (okay, okay it's Facebook) that i've lost interest in everyting associated with metal. Which he thinks that age is an illogical reason (or excuse-depends on how you look at it) to lose interest in this music. I agreed with him-didn't tell him I agreed with him, but now I do. I could just answered it as "preference". Here are some reasons:
Slayer can't do another "Reign in Blood". If they do, they would "downtune" their guitars as low as possible, in which my opinion, contributes to lack of aggression-especially for speed metal where they clearly fit into. Iron Maiden can't do another "Powerslave". Bruce Dickinson returning to this group is indeed a major contribution to Maiden's status. But in my opinion, I think he's just doing it for money.I've a lot, but it's all history now.
What I did after getting tired of listening to this music was something of ordinary. I went back to basics - classic rock. Anything classic. blues, hard rock, even folk rock. anything classic. just add a suffix this time.
It's like reading books. When you get tired of Thomas Harris or S.King's works, you read Edgar Allan Poe, Shakespeare or C.Dickens.
It's been months now. It could be years after. It could be forever. I don't even plan on browsing new albums from my previously favorite metal bands. I'd be listening to Bob Dylan's songs, playing The Police's work on guitar, humming Creedence Clearwater Revival, imitating Pete Townshend's stage presence then I'd smile and think, I feel great.
introduction
i remember a scene from one of my favorite films of all time, Full Metal Jacket when maggots were about to leave Parris Island from intense, if not, violent training and they're about to be assigned after their graduation from being cadets to full marines. The protagonist, Private Joker-played by Matthew Modine, was called and assigned to journalism, as opposed to infantry in which their drill sergeant Hartman mocked him. Hartman goes, "A writer? holy shit, private joker, you're not a writer, you're a killer!" private joker goes, "a killer, yes sir. a killer, sir". At the end of the film, he proved himself as such by shooting a 14 year old (i guess) sniper.
I am neither a writer,nor a killer. An' I'll probably will get heckles and snickers from people who knows me after this (and a few more) will be posted. I may be, confidently good at conversation (i'm sure my wife would disagree with this) but I'm not really good at converting words that comes out of my mouth to words comin from a pen (or keyboard).
But I'll do it.
I was having this conversation with my wife the other day about some topic (which is probably reserved at another entry) and she said why can't I write. I asked, "write what?". She said "ayan, yang mga tinatanong at sinasagot mo mag-isa. gawan mo ng blog at isulat mo!"
And an obedient husband I am.
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