My Crappy Soundtrack

CRS is being its usual, annoying, slow-as-molasses self, and it's pissing me off. I'm pretty sure some of you can sympathize with my plight, so excuse this product of my boredom.

Here's the sorta-kinda-maybe soundtrack of my life (I wanna feel like my life's a boring movie, so just humor me, okay? Thank you). So far. Some songs just leave a lasting mark, some actually tell a story about me, and some I like just for the heck of it.

T H E P L A Y L I S T ;)

30 Seconds To Mars - From Yesterday - 'On a mountain he sits, not of gold, but of sin' - Sometimes, we stay seated, and the mountain grows higher and higher until we could no longer see the bottom. The mountain never stops growing anyway, but we could retard its growth, erode its body with measures only we know of. But we never do, do we?

The Cardigans - Lovefool - Ia-chan knows my fascination with this song when we were high school seniors. She knows it sooooo well since I can't help but belt it out every time the beautiful Narcissus named Michael Blancaver would pass by in a swift sprint, his hair rippling in the wind, his supple limbs carrying him away to...*ahem* Sorry. Got carried away.

Switchfoot - You - This made me realize that faith is a precious gift I have yet to receive.

Jason Mraz - A Beautiful Mess - Practically every song of Jason Mraz could leave a mark (because he's a songwriting genius, who's hot to boot, but that's beside the point), but this one...just surpassed everything he has ever written. In my opinion, at least. I won't go into detail why this song is here. It just is, and I'm happy for that.

Jason Mraz - Love for A Child - 'What about taking this empty cup and filling it up with a little bit more of innocence' - For someone who deserved a carefree childhood, one with lesser pain and responsibility, you know who you are. Thank you.

Hawthorne Heights - This Is Who We Are - Just plain wicked. I don't need a reason to like it. :D

The Used - Paralyzed - The song's kooky and fun, despite the highschool drama lyrics.

Staind - Everything Changes - Because everything changes. It's just too bad that we realize it a little too late, sometimes.

Jimmy Eat World - The Middle - Never fails to inspire without sounding like a guidance counselor on crack.


Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know - 'Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died, till you died, but you're still alive' - Always makes me think of the typical bastard who cheated on his girlfriend, only with this song, the scenario in my head involves his tied-up corpse, lots of blood, a satisfied ex-girlfriend and the bottom of a nearby lake. :D

Smash Mouth - All Star - 'Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb' - The best wake-up call that I've ever had. Statistics isn't everything. Numbers do not make the world go round. We can go on with our lives believing the crap that others feed us, but at the end of the day, those figures don't and won't matter. What will matter is you. Me. Us. After all, it's our lives. We make it happen. Not the diploma. Not the number of digits in our paycheck. Not those exchange rates in the newspaper. Not the amount of people above the poverty line, nor those below it. It's easier said than done, but it's probably for the best.

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So...that's that. I most likely will encounter more songs that would tickle my fancy for good in the near future, but as of the moment, that is IT. Share your own soundtracks, will ya? ;)

A Public Apology (-_-)

I can't believe I'm doing this. Sarah, you crazy woman. This is damaging the (nonexistent) reputation of my blog! Heck, I don't even know how to do a public apology. Demet.

Friends and non-friends, this so-called public apology is issued due to the demands of one Sarah Kristine G********.

Tsk. Hindi naman malalaman ng madla na para sa'yo yung article na Silly Rants that Nobody Reads kung hindi ka nagreact sa cbox ko. At nilagay mo pa yung totoo mong pangalan! Hay. Baliw ka talaga.

Before anything else, I need to refute your claims that said article is a defamation of character.

(1) It should be a derogatory AND false statement concerning another.

Sarah dear, it is sorta-kinda-maybe derogatory, but even you cannot deny that what I wrote is nothing but the truth...blah blah blah. You said that yourself. Heck, you ARE proud of it, and I love you for that friend, but I gotta speak my mind, ya know?

(2) Damage to the plaintiff (this is you, Sarah).

Did my post expose you to ridicule, contempt and injury? *waits for answer* Hmmm. I thought so, too. Only a few people find it in their precious time to drop by this waste of virtual space, and most are my highschool friends and family relatives. Only a handful are from the university. And even then, they don't even know who you are. And you said yourself that there's no damage done. (Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah. Because if I don't, you'll tell that fratboy friend of yours that I think he's an arrogant, pompous jerk who thinks he's God's gift to women? Damn I hate him.)

Ahem. Moving on. This is my apology:

Hehehe. Sorry. That was a bad joke. Well, there are a couple of things that I really am sorry for. Let me take excerpts from the article, yeah?

(1) "...I'll just take all these precious BLESSINGS since I deserve them. GOD wouldn't give them to me if I didn't deserve them.
Oh, and I suppose your precious God thinks those penniless college kids deserve to be penniless, and those abused wives deserve the abuse?..."

That was waaaaaay out of line, I admit. So I apologize. You respect my state of religious disarray, and so I should respect your religious stability, too.

(2) "...I'm just hanging on desperately to that slim chance that you'll realize the MASSIVE insignificance of your Nine West shit when you bite the dust. Permanently. ..."

THAT one, I REALLY regret. I shouldn't even have thought of that. Damn I'm such a bad person. I think I was listening to Queen that time so I thought of using that line. Meh, I shouldn't even be trying to spout pathetic excuses. Point is, I'm so sorry. This coming semester, I'll treat you to turon every week. Swear!

So there. Sowweee. *grovels*. Je suis tres desolee. I know that most of the time, I write before I think and someday I'll be killed because of that. (feeling isang mamamahayag) But what I can't bear is losing a friend like you to my harsh and thoughtless crap. I can't promise that I won't do it again, though. :D

Edit: So you're THAT loaded, dear. Damn I wanna be like your Dad. Well, go buy more of that Louis Vimajig that you like so much. I doubt that it'll even put a dent on your riches. Damn. I think you can buy Johnny Depp for a night with your dough. Tell me again, why are you even putting up with peyups when you can study in an Ivy League university?

Edit: Sure kang ayaw mong i-sub ang Louis Vimajigs mo for...say...a backpack? They have more space for your stuff, are more practical and easier to carry...Haha I'm dork. (-_-) Or, you can ditch those Luichiny-whaddayacallems and just use...er...cheaper brands? And you can't even use UGGs in this scorching country, for the love of cows! (-_-)

Silly Rants that Nobody Reads

WARNING: Severe preaching. Cuss words. Occasional crap scattered about. Watch your step.

Sigh. There's only so much one can rant about THE great blunder, Twilight and Co. As of the moment, I cannot think of more shit to dish on the cliche-turned-bestseller, not that it's due to lack of trying. There are just more pressing issues to vociferate on and on and on about. Take, for example, people who measure their self-worth with the pairs of shoes that they have, how much dough they trash on handbags, clothes, bling... ya know, all that shit that's supposed to make a woman's world go 'round.

Psh. What a load of bullcrap.

I don't really have a say with what you do with your parents' hard-earned cash, but I'm going to do it anyway, since this waste of virtual space is MY blog. *insert evil cackle here*

I've always wondered how you could sleep peacefully at night with this hanging over your head(if you do have a conscience, that is).

Wait. You probably don't sleep at all. And methinks it's not because of your conscience bothering you.

Tell me, what kind of perverse atonement do you derive from flaunting your plastic wares for all to see? And when questioned about your unorthodox garbage choices, why do you spout psychological, marketing balderdash that just makes you look more like a faker than you already are?

Rona: OUCH! Is that a burn or is that a burn?!

You might be thinking right now, Ooooooh, it's the ugly green monster rearing its head, poor widdle teenie who can't afford even a single handle of my LV handbag!

Believe it or believe it, it's not envy talking. It's actually my indignant, self-righteous bullshit that's talking. And I admit, it's worse than the green monster because this cannot be soothed by mere delusions of a panoramic grandeur. Whatever that is. And hey, this isn't about me. It's about YOU. For once, someone's giving you the spotlight without you having to hog it all to your selfish self. How good does that feel?!

You talk about how you deserve all this crap because of countless Herculean tasks (ooooh) that you have to endure every single day of your life, but you never did walk the talk. It's human nature, really, to amplify one's suffering for the justification of one's hankering for worldly goods, but YOU took it to the next level. Bravo. Not.

Believe it or not, there are more people out there who suffer more than you do. There are girls who are not only dumped by their boyfriends, but are also knocked up and left to rot in child support. There are students who do not even have to worry about what clothes they should wear to classes the next day, because they're not even sure if they could go to classes at all. There are wives who have more things to worry about than just their kids and their husbands. They have to think about how to hide that hideous bruise from that ugly row last night, how to deal with the whispers and knowing stares of neighbors who have nothing better to do with their lame lives, how to survive the day under the pressure of abuse.

You have it easy. And you're probably thinking, with the way your twisted mind works, Okay, sure, I know about those cases, but I can't save everyone. What do you want me to do? I'll just take all these precious BLESSINGS since I deserve them. GOD wouldn't give them to me if I didn't deserve them.

Oh, and I suppose your precious God thinks those penniless college kids deserve to be penniless, and those abused wives deserve the abuse?

Okay, I'm getting off-topic. Back on track.

Lookie here, I'm not expecting you to help everyone. No one can achieve that (well, except maybe for Bill Gates, Warren Buffett and Carlos Slim Helu combined, but that's beside the point). I'm just hanging on desperately to that slim chance that you'll realize the MASSIVE insignificance of your Nine West shit when you bite the dust. Permanently.

If you can't, then just keep your sinful (LOL. I said sinful! That sounds so...Pope-ish.) lust on the down low. You don't have to flaunt it in front of people who do not give a damn about your latest purchases. You're just making more enemies along the way.

On the other hand, you can flaunt all you want in front of me. It's so amusing to pretend that I'm sooooo interested in your latest designer piffle, while I'm really rolling on the floor guffawing. Figuratively, of course.

Sigh. I don't feel pity for people that often. You should be proud. :)

This Post Seemed Mandatory, So...

Pacman bagged the match. Again. Well, that wasn't so surprising, considering the fact that he's the Pound-for-Pound boxer (or something like that. Heck, I don't even know what that means) and he beat the crap out of Oscar dela Hoya.

And Barrera. And Larios. And Morales (who I think is a damn fine piece of Aztec specimen. Yum. :D)

What shocked me shitless was the fact that Ricky "The Hitman" (psh. right.) Hatton barely lasted two rounds. TWO FRICKIN' ROUNDS! C'mon! That was pathetic.

Well I guess we can't blame him completely since his trainer is a pompous...um...posterior who probably underestimated Pacman. AND I've seen the replay of the legendary sucker punch that felled the British on slow-mo, so I guess he deserves a teensy bit of sympathy. I was surprised that his jaw hadn't dislodged or something.

Or did it?

Anyway, I'm no fan of Pacquiao, and I would rather he lost the match due to some reasons (ahempoliticiansflockingtohimlikeparasitesahem), but it's nice that another Filipino has hogged the screens and spreads. I was getting sick of Charice Pempemngco I could barf up my dinner everytime she appears on the news. Ugh.