I am not a Block B fan at all. Honestly, I don't like their management, and I don't like them. It's an unfair decision, I know. But, this is actually the first time I voiced that out.
I have numerous fandoms: Big Bang, 2ne1, U-KISS, FT Island, MBLAQ, and lately, INFINITE... Controversies arise every single day from all corners of the show business world. Everybody should know that. I hate it when rumors about my fandoms are spread. But, what hurts most are bad news about them.

A few weeks ago (I may be wrong), Block B became famous because of an interview in Thailand. I don't know the whole story, but the thing is, they offended Thai media. They, together with their management, immediately apologized via their website and other means. I respect the smart actions made after the incident.

Then came the news that Block B's maknae, P.O., having been bullied online, went into depression and was hospitalized. My twitter and tumblr was spammed with encouraging words for P.O. and the whole Block B. I respect that, too. And, actually, I support that. Yes, P.O. of Block B, please, get well soon. Block B, don't feel too bad, the KPop fangirls are here for you. I read one post on tumblr saying something like, "it's not about what fandom you're in, if one fandom's crying, you grieve with them." I know that. I know how it feels when a member leaves the group, whatever the reasons are, I believe I know

Labels: #cw, %english, `fandom, murderous

I finally figured out how to revert back to the old template. =___=;;

If you don't know, my ever pakealamerong boyfriend updated the template settings here in my blog. The configuration changed, and my theme went from perfect to garbage. I tried editing the template with the back-up I have (which, by the way, was way back from April of 2010). After it failed, I kinda accepted the fact that I will never again see this awesome blog of mine the way it used to be. I tried reasoning out with myself. Luma na rin naman, antagal na ng template na 'yun, panahon pa ni Marcos... I looked at themes, and ways to customize my current theme. But, as I go through pages and pages of pre-designed templates, I felt that I'm just looking for something that looked like my old one.

And, luckily, I was able to revert my blog back to the old template config.


Marcgell Adrian, I love you still, okay?

Labels: #update, %taglish

by Delfin Mercado

It is the time of the year - when juniors and seniors in high school mingle with each other and dance the night away in awkwardly-tailored suits and dresses; when couples and would-be couples flock into fancy restaurants, the guys buying bouquets of roses while the ladies reward their suitors or partners with approving smiles, a card in one hand and a box of chocolates or expensive jewellery  clutched on the other.

Valentine's Day is perhaps one of the most overrated celebrations in the country, second only to Christmas. It is ironic, however, that a nation engulfed in spiralling poverty is engrossed in such a senseless festivity. People spend precious resources to express their supposed affection to their loved ones, seemingly trying to compensate for days when love just cannot be accommodated.

Just the other day, you wished that everyday should become Valentine's Day. It simply cannot be. At a time when bulk of the population is either toiling in sweatshops or searching endlessly for jobs or a few pesos to get by, there isn't just enough time or resources to "love" every single day.

For in this maddening world of consumerism, everything has already been commodified - even affection. To love is to buy. To love is to spend. To love is to consume. We put value, price tags on everything. Thus, we simply cannot afford "loving" daily.

We students in the university will disagree to this notion - cloistered inside the academe, we have the luxury of time to relish romantic thoughts and hallucinate on the concept of affection. However, just around the corner, on the fringes of our everyday realities, there is no room for romance - thoughts, dreams and aspirations are swamped by the mechanical workload.

Mankind has reached such sordid state of affairs where even emotions are dictated by the market. Just as everything else, love has become a scarce resource that is available to only those who can afford it. For those who can't, what remains are tacky greeting cards and overpriced flowers that are actually compensatory gifts for the lack of real affection.

We have been rendered numb by the system that has not only taken away from us the value of love, but its very concept, a system that installed in its place a kitsch that we blindly celebrate on Valentine's Day.

No, it's not a cause for celebration.

*Apologies to the Beatles

Labels: #life, %english, kule

I've tried tens of times to update, but, I can't seem to write something that's not depressing.
So, I'll post anyway.

I haven't been sure about myself for the longest time now. I'm always asking myself, what do you want to do tomorrow? But then something in the back of my mind asks back, well, what are you capable of?

 I've said this before, I know, but, I'm really scared. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know if I can do what I want to do. I'm just a pile of disappointments atm.

Sobrang hiyang-hiya ako sa tatay ko. Sobrang disappointed ako sa sarili ko. Gusto kong lumaban, pero, every single fucking time I try to do something good, I fail and just disappoint myself. Everytime I back down, somehow, atleast, I chose to fail, walang disappointment. Ewan ko na talaga. =___=;;

Labels: #update

<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: x-large;">it's us or we die</span>

I am not a Block B fan at all. Honestly, I don't like their management, and I don't like them. It's an unfair decision, I know. But, this is actually the first time I voiced that out.
I have numerous fandoms: Big Bang, 2ne1, U-KISS, FT Island, MBLAQ, and lately, INFINITE... Controversies arise every single day from all corners of the show business world. Everybody should know that. I hate it when rumors about my fandoms are spread. But, what hurts most are bad news about them.

A few weeks ago (I may be wrong), Block B became famous because of an interview in Thailand. I don't know the whole story, but the thing is, they offended Thai media. They, together with their management, immediately apologized via their website and other means. I respect the smart actions made after the incident.

Then came the news that Block B's maknae, P.O., having been bullied online, went into depression and was hospitalized. My twitter and tumblr was spammed with encouraging words for P.O. and the whole Block B. I respect that, too. And, actually, I support that. Yes, P.O. of Block B, please, get well soon. Block B, don't feel too bad, the KPop fangirls are here for you. I read one post on tumblr saying something like, "it's not about what fandom you're in, if one fandom's crying, you grieve with them." I know that. I know how it feels when a member leaves the group, whatever the reasons are, I believe I know

Labels: #cw, %english, `fandom, murderous

 

I finally figured out how to revert back to the old template. =___=;;

If you don't know, my ever pakealamerong boyfriend updated the template settings here in my blog. The configuration changed, and my theme went from perfect to garbage. I tried editing the template with the back-up I have (which, by the way, was way back from April of 2010). After it failed, I kinda accepted the fact that I will never again see this awesome blog of mine the way it used to be. I tried reasoning out with myself. Luma na rin naman, antagal na ng template na 'yun, panahon pa ni Marcos... I looked at themes, and ways to customize my current theme. But, as I go through pages and pages of pre-designed templates, I felt that I'm just looking for something that looked like my old one.

And, luckily, I was able to revert my blog back to the old template config.


Marcgell Adrian, I love you still, okay?

Labels: #update, %taglish

 

by Delfin Mercado

It is the time of the year - when juniors and seniors in high school mingle with each other and dance the night away in awkwardly-tailored suits and dresses; when couples and would-be couples flock into fancy restaurants, the guys buying bouquets of roses while the ladies reward their suitors or partners with approving smiles, a card in one hand and a box of chocolates or expensive jewellery  clutched on the other.

Valentine's Day is perhaps one of the most overrated celebrations in the country, second only to Christmas. It is ironic, however, that a nation engulfed in spiralling poverty is engrossed in such a senseless festivity. People spend precious resources to express their supposed affection to their loved ones, seemingly trying to compensate for days when love just cannot be accommodated.

Just the other day, you wished that everyday should become Valentine's Day. It simply cannot be. At a time when bulk of the population is either toiling in sweatshops or searching endlessly for jobs or a few pesos to get by, there isn't just enough time or resources to "love" every single day.

For in this maddening world of consumerism, everything has already been commodified - even affection. To love is to buy. To love is to spend. To love is to consume. We put value, price tags on everything. Thus, we simply cannot afford "loving" daily.

We students in the university will disagree to this notion - cloistered inside the academe, we have the luxury of time to relish romantic thoughts and hallucinate on the concept of affection. However, just around the corner, on the fringes of our everyday realities, there is no room for romance - thoughts, dreams and aspirations are swamped by the mechanical workload.

Mankind has reached such sordid state of affairs where even emotions are dictated by the market. Just as everything else, love has become a scarce resource that is available to only those who can afford it. For those who can't, what remains are tacky greeting cards and overpriced flowers that are actually compensatory gifts for the lack of real affection.

We have been rendered numb by the system that has not only taken away from us the value of love, but its very concept, a system that installed in its place a kitsch that we blindly celebrate on Valentine's Day.

No, it's not a cause for celebration.

*Apologies to the Beatles

Labels: #life, %english, kule

 

I've tried tens of times to update, but, I can't seem to write something that's not depressing.
So, I'll post anyway.

I haven't been sure about myself for the longest time now. I'm always asking myself, what do you want to do tomorrow? But then something in the back of my mind asks back, well, what are you capable of?

 I've said this before, I know, but, I'm really scared. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know if I can do what I want to do. I'm just a pile of disappointments atm.

Sobrang hiyang-hiya ako sa tatay ko. Sobrang disappointed ako sa sarili ko. Gusto kong lumaban, pero, every single fucking time I try to do something good, I fail and just disappoint myself. Everytime I back down, somehow, atleast, I chose to fail, walang disappointment. Ewan ko na talaga. =___=;;

Labels: #update

 

<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: x-large;">it's us or we die</span>