EXISTENTIAL CRAP

"The straight line belonged to men and the curved line to God" -Antoni Gaudi

Forest vegetations are not arranged in grids, why are cities?
I have yet to see a perfectly straight tree trunk, but, straightness and plumbness of a line is essential in a built environment.
And in the absence of straight lines, symmetry is sought. But not even a beautiful woman possesses a totally symmetrical face; nor flowers.
If man’s aesthetic sense is not at all nature-inspired, then, where did he get these ideas from?

If the figurative plumb line is used to measure a person’s mental and psychological equilibrium, then, a person who is "Wala sa hulog" ,in God’s standard, is not at all crazy but naturally normal. Ironically, if that is so, then, in man’s point of view ,it only affirms the title of the movie "The gods must be crazy".

minsan napadaan kami ni misis sa ‘all flip-flops’; puro tsinelas lang ang binebenta…havaianas ang tatak. Up to ’sanlibo mahigit ang ’sang pares… at may actually mga bumibili at the time na napadaan kami.
…May freshly brewed coffee naman na masarap 18pesos lang; kelangan bang halos ’sandaan ito sa starbucks?… at may actually mga bumibili, although, yung iba bumibili lang dahil gusto lang silang makita na umiinom nito.
Ang mga ito at iba pang katulad nito ay nagsisilbing barometer lamang ng mga kapitalista sa atmosphere ng consumerismo; Kakabahan na sila kapag hindi na paghihirapan ng taong bayan makabili ng shirt na may tatak ng buwayang nakanganga.

Kung sino man ang nakaisip sa International Star Registry kung saan ipapangalan ang star sa ordinaryong tao ay isang henyo.
Unang-una, ang kanyang merchandise ay napakarami; kahit "name one take one" promo pa…and for a much cheaper price I might as well start naming grains of sand!
Pangalawa, hindi niya pinaghirapan ang negosyo niya; naandoon lang sa kalawakan nagkakalat.
Pangatlo, at pinakamahalaga, hindi feeling nadenggoy ang taong nagbayad para ipa-register ang pangalan - even if only a certificate or registration and a chart kung saan naka-locate ang star nya to prove - sa halip it is something to be proud of. What gift to a loved one could be more perfect than to name a star -somewhere out there- after him or her… napaka-fairytale.
Paano magbenta ang mga agents nila? 
"nakikita niyo po ba ang sky?" sabay turo sa itaas "isa po sa mga stars diyan ay ipapangalan natin sa GF nyo!,how romantic.’di po ba?..next client!"
So what’s in a star?
But then, life itself has become like it; it is just all about names, everybody is busy either making one or protecting it.
But then again, so what’s in a name?

Finding out, when I watched Day of the Dead, that teen movies have also begun invading my favorite sub-genre: zombie movies, was more unsettling than watching the zombies themselves taking over an entire town.

Even if it has become affordable, I have yet to own a remote-controlled (RC) model car.

Perhaps, if only to sustain my longing and maintain the state of RC deprivation, I deliberately refuse to buy one.

It has become the symbol of the things that I consider as unreachable goals.

Ironically, there is a twisted sense of fulfillment in constantly fighting off the natural tendency to fulfill a desired objective

Consciously- and unconsciously -setting personal limitations has its price:

Everybody else seems to be more successful,

adherence to the practice of monogamy, and

daily being yoked equally by eclecticism and skepticism.

A few years back I witnessed another ironic event: a goat tied to a peg in an open field; that the more it tried to run away the more the leash becomes wrapped around the peg as the goat ran around it until its neck got stuck to the peg.

That occurrence, also, got stuck in my mind because it, almost, parallels life itself -

mine, in particular.

Strange and puzzling as it may seem, if that goat ended up happy, then, the parallel is complete.

Clicking on a Friendster profile and finding out that it’s private or those who keep  private photos is like a nudist colony with some members wrapped in towels and gives a peek only to those whom they want to grant request.

Talk about making a complete travesty of it all. It is like Borat meets the Pope.

They’ve already lied about their age -and the rest of what’s in the profile- in the first place, what is still keeping them from openly sharing their made-up profiles?

Friendster, then, is an online community that hesitates to connect with other people who would like to know more about who they’re not 

And when I open their blogs, instead of finding out more of the thoughts of a person, I read lyrics of songs.

‘Tis the age of the copy-paste. Growing up with Jollibee’s value meals has systematically repressed the individual to sets of limited choices, thus, one only has to copy and paste which song lyrics reflect his or her feelings – or whatever he or she wants to project as his or her thoughts. ..

Hope GP wins via the cocky DPDL kissing the canvass…6th rd.

…And I thought comments would boost me to blog more…

Kabaliktaran pala…

On the second comment I remember yung nakasulat sa banner ng Detroit Pistons noong 80’s on their bid for another NBA title “Once is good, twice is bad” or maybe in this case “once bitten twice shy” hehe

Nung first time may nag-comment, si Erwin, “yehey” sabi ko and I longed for more comments from others

Ngayon nag-comment si Alvin na-‘keyboard-shy’ na ako Nako- conscious yata

Now, for some reason, I feel I have to limit myself to certain topics

And I was just about to let-it-all-out (naks naman)…kung ano pa mga nasa pinakasuluk-sulukan ng aking isip ilalabas ko na sana…haha

I guess I’ll have to stick to safe topics like ODLH vs PBFM: my prediction, the lure of Quibuar river, how to care for a retic in a cold environment without artificial heat and things like that, etc…

(HaHaHa, sabik lang mag-blog pero walang maisulat ginawang dahilan pa ang nananahimik na Alvin…)

- THE LIVING BRAIN DONOR?
- PROFILE VIEWS REMINDED ME OF THE MOVIE "THE ASSASSINATION OF RICHARD NIXON"

Grabe naman siguro ang gulat ko kung nagkataong tatanga-tanga akong namamasyal sa Rockwell at nasalubong ko si Erik Morales!

Before that, reportedly, he had lunch in one of the cafes in his hotel at ang in-order daw niya ay ham sandwich - ano siya, nagtitipid?

According to newspapers, He and his wife are going to the ultra-exclusive Amanpulo resort this week.

Kaya siguro na-admit sa ospital nang ‘di oras si Pacman dahil nang salubungin niya si El terrible para mag-por da boys na agad sana, e ang naidura na lamang niyang mga salita ay "Pre, dinala mo kumander mo?"

I mean, what kind of a married man would visit the Philippines and bring along his wife?