our lives... the ultimate beauty pageant.

we are all here, compelled to show how big our dicks are, and how much jizz we can load out our cannons. that's the matter with life. life is a big fucking beauty contest, a wrong grammar would earn you shame, but would leave a very large dent in everybody's scrambled brains.
the thing is every moment of our lives is patterned after a song, a movie or a tv show, not the other way around. there's this irritable force that pushes us to hear the original motion picture soundtrack everytime our existence takes a plunge, or a leap whatever the case maybe. and the worst part is that every zit faced teener with bangs covering half of their faces would regard his/herself as the "emo" demigod!!!! whoa, man! i think that 90% of all these "emo" fanatics are virtually clueless of what their idols are wailing about, it's just hormones man, major big fucking hormones. after a couple of years you'd outgrow it.
everyone in the workforce makes a fuss of who they are wearing, it's a sick thing of bothering yourself if the shirt on your back appears in the latest glossy. sick!sick!sick! please don't give a fuck if the people in the MRT would project you as someone fashionable, nyuck!!! as far as i'm concerned everybody wants to be different which makes a full circle turn and they all end up exactly just like everybody else. all these "differently clothed" pa-cool, cigarette-smoking, uber-hangin
call center "ooh-i'm-so-good-at-speaking-english-i-don't-even- understand-what-i-say"
agents, are the perfect example that one cannot display intelligence and taste just by having an american twang, and by wearing ivy-leagueish vests in this hot, tropical country!
everybody here wears havaianas "flip-flops" because everybody thinks that it's the ultimate-syosyal tsinelas. tough luck i'm not wearing a pair, and never in my dreams would i... my beachwalk tsinelas(es) are the best damn thing since sliced kamote.

lubao sunset

for more than three years i have been living in lubao pampanga, and one of the things that i love about this place is the sunset. i have never experienced sunsets this serene in my whole life. it may not be as postcard-perfect as manila bay sunsets, but seeing the sun retreat behind the zambales mountain range somehow washes all your day's burden. the sight of carabaos parading down the dirt road after a hard day's work in front of their barefooted masters gives you a feeling that you're in an amorsolo painting. the oranges and reds and violets and blues makes me think that they are masterfully painted by the DIVINE MASTER. it is a pity that people who have lived all their lives here miss the beauty of the sunset. maybe they are so consumed by their worries, and all. i wish that people would start to see everything with awe, that everyday is a manifestation of small miracles and that the most beautiful things in this world are not found in things that are bought with legal tender.
these beautiful sunsets remind me that it may be dark soon but light promises to appear the next day, and that the thin line between light and dark can be the most beautiful thing a person can experience. it maybe figurative and all, but i would like to believe that it is literal too. i may not be a poet but the rhythm of the unspoken and unwritten are at work in the beautifully painted sky of a lubao sunset.