That Awkward Moment When The Cover Is Better Than The Original

I’m the type of guy who hates mainstream music, music that sounds rubbish and music made for monetary reasons. So everyday I search the internet for independent artists to fill my ears with musical goodness. I’ve come across plenty of great talents and they can topple ANY mainstream artist. Their music is so pure and it makes Justin B. look like a little girl (even though she already is).

They all have their original compositions; but sometimes if not most of the time, they post a cover song of a particular artist. Let’s take the music of Gaga for example. I really do not like Gaga, they say she’s not mainstream, they say that she’s redefining music as we know it. If she was making such amazing music, then why do I think that this cover of Judas by Jack Conte is so much better than the original?

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Our Hierarchy of Human Stress

I had an insightful conversation with a friend some time ago about how stupid high-schoolers act when they get “stressed”. We compared our stress to that of theirs and it was obvious that these high-schoolers are overreacting. Our conversation/chat went like:

me: I really don’t like hell week, makes me think how lucky HS students are..

friend: i know! and it annoys me to death how they complain that theyre gonna die due to stress

me: IKR? 8-| They’re like “OMG dance namin hindi pa tapos /wrist” (our dance isn’t done yet) At least they have a dance..

friend: ROFL!!! and like, “OMG THESIS PAPER. GONNA DIIIEE /wrist” and i’m like, whadibuurrr. 8-|

Yeah.. that was the distressed conversation between two university students. After our chat, I realized that there was a pattern of stress and complaints amongst the various age groups.

During pre-school we really didn’t care much about anything so we would do whatever we wanted to do and our parents paid much attention to us. During our grade school days our stress would increase. We’d get home-works, projects, tests and etc. I remember looking back at my kindergarten and pre-school years (I remember my pre-school years, somewhat) and I loved the idea of just running around and finger-painting on every wall on every corner of the room. The sense of freedom but with some minor disciplining. But that freedom was only limited around our parents, beyond that, we were suppressed; same goes for grade school (in my account anyway).  After grade school, we’d graduate into high-school and our stress would increase much, much more. The added pressure of getting into a good college and making our parents proud was very much the whole thing. Continue reading “Our Hierarchy of Human Stress”

I hate poor people (part 1)

There is a significant amount of the impoverished on the streets of Manila. And in the 10+ years of living here, I’ve come to notice these annoying aspects of the poor. Hopefully I can remember what they were (this blog entry was supposed to be composed over a month ago :)) )

So here are some of them

They have the guts to discriminate against the middle class and above.

I don’t understand why these people hate people who have money. Yeah sure, call it jealousy or whatever you wanna sugarcoat it with, in the end it’s damn stupid. You think Henry Sy was born into a rich family? No! He had to work hard to get his ass off the curb and into a velvet chair. He didn’t pray to God, he didn’t put his luck on lottery, he didn’t depend on charity. He worked. Now these poor people who haven’t even gotten any work at all go about going “Putang inang mga mayaman na yan! Ang dami dami nilang pera, tapos ginagastos lang nila sa mga kotse at alahas! Hindi nakakabusog yun! Kung ganun lang sila, edi ibigay nalang yung pera sa amin noh!” (Those rich bastards! They’ve got so much cash and Continue reading “I hate poor people (part 1)”

My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About WordPress.com)

Throughout the course of my time, I’ve been switching from one blogging site to another. Most of them, admittedly, have more diverse functions than WordPress. But to be honest, those functions simply destroy what it means to blog and to be a blogger. And because I have too much free time before my next class (Political Science. Our professor is so hot and he’s got the voice to match it as well :P ) I’ll blog my adventures during my adolescent years; rebelling against the norms and expressing them through writing.

My first ever “blog” (as far as I can remember) was friendster.com. During its time it was the most popular site for teen angst and attention seeking egoness-ness. I was pretty young and curious so I went and made an account. It was PRETTY DAMN BORING hahaha! So I never used it since the day I first signed up for it. The idea of “giving”/posting testimonials on someone’s page was uninteresting. It was a stupid idea to make that account. I hope friendster.com closes, it’s a waste of sever space, I jest.

Years passed until I made another blog. It was during summer 2008 when I opened my multiply.com site; I was pretty happy with it. Multiply.com allowed me to mold it to anything I wanted. I could install Continue reading “My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About WordPress.com)”

Greyson Chance is an amazing artist/How he reminded me of the 12-year-old me

Honestly, he beats JB by a looooooooooong shot. He’s made 3 original songs posted in YouTube I think, but none of them were recorded properly so the sound sucks. This song however, isn’t. It’s Waiting Outside the Lines acoustic ver., which I found better than the album ver. The lyrics are fantastic and whenever I listen to it and read the lyrics, it feels like the 12-year-old me is talking to me (through the lyrics) ‘Cause when I was 12, I was very unique yet extremely smart. I didn’t care much about what people said to me then ’cause I knew I was unstoppable. But then again I was only 12 and those stupid fucking Filipino bastards broke me and my ideals and turned me into a depressed, confused, broken-spirited boy who now…. just wants to fit in.

The lyrics here basically explained who and what I was when I was 12 (and younger) and is reminding me that that “thing” is still inside of me, waiting, just waiting.

Greyson Chance – Waiting Outside the Lines Lyrics

You’ll never enjoy your life,
living inside the box
You’re so afraid of taking chances,
how you gonna reach the top?

Rules and regulations,
force you to play it safe
Get rid of all the hesitation,
it’s time for you to seize the day

Instead of just sitting around
and looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground,
the time is now

I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting,
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines

Try to have no regrets
even if it’s just tonight
How you gonna walk ahead
if you keep living blind

Stuck in my same position,
you deserve so much more
There’s a whole world around us,
just waiting to be explored

Instead of just sitting around
and looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground,
the time is now, just let it go

The world will force you to smile
I’m here to help you notice the rainbow
Cause I know,
What’s in you is out there

I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting,
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines

I’m trying to be patient (I’m trying to be patient)
the first step is the hardest (the hardest)
I know you can make it,
go ahead and take it

I’m Waiting, waiting, just waiting I’m waiting
I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines