Song of the Moment: Wag Kang Matakot

Wag kang matakot
Dahil ang buhay moy walang katapusan...
...Ikaw ang dyosa't hari nang iyong mundo
Matakot sila sa 'yo...

How true, how true. This one is a song for the deities and this goes out to all the ladies out there who are goddesses in their own right.

Thank you, Eraserheads, for encapsulating in those few lines the force majeure that is a woman. If Ely B. were a woman, this song would have been perfect but we can't have everything.

However, this song does send a message. Guys, be scared. Be very scared.

Song of the Moment: Clocks

Look at Chris Martin in this video. He looks like a lover in the throes of an orgasmic frenzy. How can you not want to look at him over and over again? How can you not wish that you were the piano and he is running his fingers on you?

I hope your passion is not wasted on Gwyneth, Chris. After all, she's the other half behind the horror that was Cruisin'. I had to live for days with that song playing repeatedly on my head. It was like a plague. If you want someone more befitting of your, uhmm, energy, dump her and give me a call.

Song of the Moment: Don't Stop Me Now

I'm burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

I know. It's another one of my Queen fixations but I need to drown out Shakira's Waka Waka coming from the next room and this song is the only song in my phone that is loud enough to do the job. Don't get me wrong. Waka Waka is an okay song especially during the height of the recent World Cup. It was great for community singing while watching the games. But the World Cup Series is over and when you hear it one million times in one day it's annoying. It's great that my neighbor finally had another song that she likes other than songs from the Steps and this choice is obviously an improvement. But, seriously, one million times? Give Shakira a rest already. Or better yet, start paying royalties.

Since we are on the subject of Queen, it case you are blind and missed it, please check out 1:40 of the video. Is it weird that I'm finding his overbite and spittle sexy? I know, I'm creepy so it's probably just me. And it is a great song. I do not care about the gay innuendos of the song. Freddy was gay so it should not be surprising that everything he did and made were gay or had gay hidden meanings.

I have the hots for a dead gay man. I should probably be institutionalized. Freddie, darling, wherever you are, I hope they are treating you well if not giving you the royal treatment that you so rightly deserved. If not, give the bitches a slap for me, will you?

My Devotion To Freddie: A Continuation

Freddie, dear, why did you have to die? There are a lot more people who would have looked better inside an urn. Not you.

It's probably because you are way too good for us. We did not deserved to be graced by your genius. That you were on this planet for 40 years should be a blessing enough for us. And it was. Some of us just wish that it could be longer. If you have an incarnate anywhere in this world right now or in the future, please let him show himself before I die.

Song of the Moment: Bohemian Rhapsody

Any way the wind blows...

I have loved this song for a long time. It's so beautiful, haunting, weird and complex all at the same time. It's so... human, for lack of a better word. Recently, I stumbled across the song's video on YouTube after which I gained a new-found respect for Queen. Respect would be an understatement. I'd say obsession. I was familiar with their more popular songs and I have unconsciously liked them and knew that they were Queen songs but I have never paid attention to Queen the band. However, this week, after I started watching videos from their concerts and other songs I was not familiar with, I was completely blown away by Freddie Mercury. His charisma, his flamboyance, his stage presence, his power over his fans was incredible. I googled him and I was intrigued by his personality. Here was a guy who was so obviously talented, famous and revered but so unimpressed by his own genius, it's just unthinkable. He was so in communion with his audience when he was performing that everyone in the audience can simply think that he and Freddie were one, but he was so shy in person that he rarely gave interviews.

Now, I'm simply hooked on Freddie. It doesn't matter that he was so glaringly gay and that he had AIDS and died because of it. He was a greater deity than I am. I am now his worshiper and I am not even good enough to write about him.

Freddie, I am simply devastated that I didn't know you when you were still alive and walking on the same planet. Rest assured, your cult will remember you forever as evidenced by your Bohemian Rhapsody video which has over 42 million views on YouTube. Your hair, your eyeliner and your costume (which showed you to be a gay man with lower body fat index than I have) were horrible to look at but I still can't keep my eyes away from you. You were practically slapping me in the face with your homosexuality but I am not embarrassed to admit that I still have the hots for you. And even if you are now reduced to ashes, I am still not worthy to lick your bottomless microphone stand. Thank you for the music.

List # 1: Things To Do in the Next 6 Months

This is to jumpstart the list of lists that I'm going to share. If I had no other stuff to do, I'd be able to accomplish all these in less than a month. But between working and trying to get a life outside of work, I can only do so much.

The # 1 item on the list has been on my list of financial goals every year for the last 2 years. Now that I have made this list public, I'd be embarrased if I haven't crossed this out by the end of the year. The most difficult item on this list would have to be # 7. Moving out entails a considerable budget, not to mention effort. And I hate moving. I don't like having to pack and transport all my stuff to another place. But I have to move out. I am not really a dorm kind of person. The fact that by the end of the year I'll have lived in this place for one year is a considerable feat. As you already know, I am not a very sociable person. Living in a dorm with other human beings automatically assigns to you some social responsibilities. Not to mention the kind of things that you have to tolerate from other people, like for instance, the girl-next-room's choice of music or her phone conversations with her boyfriend which is audible to the entire floor. Hello, do you really need everyone to know that you're an immature brat whose music library is composed of songs from The Steps? Geez.

"But what does not kill me will make me stronger", so until I am able to live on my own apartment, I'm gonna continue to tolerate the girl in the next room as well as those who hog all the clothes line during laundry day and those who leave their trash on the bathroom. Needless to say, I'm sure they are also just barely tolerating my existence

Song of the Moment: Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.



Lately, this song has been playing in my head. Don't know why. It's certainly not a song from my generation. It's 1975, for crying out loud. My father was like 20 years old then. He will not be meeting my mother in another 6 years. I also saw the music video, or I think that was the music video. There were 2 men and a woman, all bloody in a moving convertible car along a highway. Then they came upon a police road block. Bullets flew and they all died. I don't know what to make of that. But I do love road trips.

And I love this song. I'm a free bird.

And this bird you cannot change...

I'm A Daysleeper

"I'm the screen, the blinding light.
I'm the screen, I work at night."



I work at night. Have been doing so for the past 6 months. To be honest, I had hesitations when I took the job. There were obvious concerns like my safety on the way to work since I will be commuting from downtown and, more importantly, my tolerance for graveyard shift since I had never worked graveyard before. These concerns were then quickly dispelled. I have been coming to work earlier than my shift thus reducing my security risk, albeit not completely. I refuse to believe that there is such a thing as 100% safe as you can get shot in broad daylight, in front of everybody. My concern over my biological clock going bonkers was a non-issue since I have been doing the same shift for 6 months without change. As for my tolerance, this also became a non-issue because I discovered that not only do I sleep well but I sleep well at any time of the day. And as long as I get 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep for the day, I can function well anytime of the said day. Of course, there are obvious disadvantages, the very glaring of which is that  everyone I know is asleep during the time that I am awake. But there are also advantages, like the stress-free work environment and the fact that it is more economical because, let's face it, everything's closed, therefore no unplanned eat outs or take outs. I eat breakfast, go to sleep then eat dinner when I wake up.

Just recently, my boss told me that he wanted me to be screening people to replace me at my post during the night because he feels that with my skills and background, I would be more useful to the company during the morning. I am flattered at other people's confidence in my abilities, a topic worthy of another blog entry. But I must say that I have mixed feelings. I am happy to finally be a morning person again and to be in the loop with everything that happens around me, instead of opening my emails at night and asking, "What the hell happened?" But I am also sad because I'm gonna miss my zen work environment and economical eating habits. Well, nothing's permanent but changes. And I should really be happy. No, wait. I am :D