Days ago, our little group in the office decided to have some sort of Secret Santa. Revelation day would be the last day of work before Christmas (which happened to be also our scheduled overtime).
Our team leader made us pick up the name of our "baby" from a box and distributed a sheet for us to put our own wish list (with a table for 1st choice, 2nd choice, and 3rd choice) to our personal Santa. When the list came back it really was a wish list because literally speaking, only the real Santa would ever grant those.
Of course, there were typical stuff (like someone requesting for a cologne or a lip gloss) ... the wacky ones are 1) divorce papers of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes 2) Dinner date with Prince William 3) A 40G IPOD (yeah, now that's a WISH!!! I wish had that one too!) 4) A wardobe of clothes designed by Jay (the guy who won last time in Project Runway) 5) For Paris Hilton to get knocked-up, and my favorite (I will write it down in the exact words ...6) "For Mommy Angelina Jolie & Papa Brad Pitt to adopt me pleaaaase."
With that as an inspiration ... I came up with my own impossible wish list just for the fun of it (Hey, you'll never know ... what if it does come true!!)
10. A fort in France/England/Italy. (A castle will be fine too).
9. For the government to return all my tax money. And to be exempted from paying it EVER!!
8. Bring back the E-RING Series!!! (What the hell was NBC thinking!?! Pulling the plug on this one! No wonder they're number 4!!)
7. Peter Jackson to start filming "THE HOBBIT."
6. A private audience with Audioslave, Foo Fighters, A Perfect Circle, and Trapt.
5. For someone to film any of the Neil Gaiman "Sandman" series, and Keanu Reeves should play the character of "Morpheus."
4. A Starbucks franchise of my own.
3. The Van Gogh painting "Starry, starry night" (though Edward Munch's "The SCream" will also suffice).
2. Lifetime supply of Victoria Secret underwear. ;-)
1. And as Gracie Lou Freebush said it in Miss Congeniality ...WORLD PEACE.
Merry Christmas!!
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Fingertipping
My shot to play music came and ended when I was in 1st grade.
It was summer and my parents wanted me to learn piano to make my vacation a productive one.
The tutor who was supposed to train me was an ancient Spanish lady who wears an eyepatch on her left eye. According to my cousin, who happens to be her student, the old lady was fierce. She'll hit your hands with a ruler when you make a mistake. Everytime he goes home, he shows me his fingertips to prove how bad he fessed up with the keys that day.
One hot afternoon, I was told to report to her house which was 10 blocks from home. While walking, I was psyching myself not to be afraid of the lady and everything will be be fine.
Her then teenaged grand-daughter received me at the door and led me to the study where this antique piano lorded the center of the room. I was made to be seated on one of the chairs that leaned against the wall facing the piano. Piano music is central to this family, I thought.
The lady came in, walking with the help of a cane. She was intimidating. She looked like a witch/lady pirate without the hat and peg-leg. She could've been Captain Barbosa's mother. Her silver hair tied so tight in a bun constantly remind me that in the future, hair color would be a priority. Yet strangely though, amidst all the wrinkles on her face, I noticed that for an old lady her hands were really pretty (Note to self: Hand lotion, never forget to buy hand lotion.) She ordered me to sit on the piano seat and proceeded to the lessons. I'd say my fingers had a bashing that day, and that was the first time I heard someone cuss in Spanish.
When I was to do my pastels that night (like I always did) before I go to dreamland I had difficulty mixing colors with my fingers. I decided, when I woke up the next day, that there would be no more piano lessons with that lady.
Right now, I still haven't made a final judgment if that decision was one of the biggest error of my life due to stupidity of youth.
I resigned myself to listening music to instead, and kept my hands and fingers free from harm, since I've always considered that part of my anatomy one of most vital - tertiary to the optic and acoustic apparatuses, actually. (The only time I put my manos in risky situations is when I handle sharps in the kitchen or do surgery).
My fascination with fingertipping never diminished though. My acoustics alert my brain when it hears interesting piano parts in a song or a piano solo itself.
Fingertipsters I love:
CLASSIC: TCHAIKOVSKY
MODERN ARTISTS WITH PIANO ELEMENTS IN THEIR SONGS: TORI AMOS, JAMIE CULLUM, VIENNA TENG, AND MAKSIM.
TORI AMOS is my all-time favorite female musician. She's not traditionally pretty but the lady exudes the definition of beauty, brains, and talent. I know she is Neil Gaiman's inspiration for the Sandman character DELIGHT. And she is a delight in her own right. I love her songwriting, dark and stuttery, but deep. Her voice is haunting. But what I love most is how she handles the piano. It's like it's an extension of her personality already.
JAMIE CULLUM is mostly a pop/jazz artist. And I am not fond of jazz as maybe I don't like the crowd it attracts - pretentious yuppie-types. But I made him an exception, 'cuz his songwriting is fun and insightful. But I think what nailed my interest was when I saw his performance on TV. The guy seems to be having so much fun with the piano.
VIENNA TENG was a wonderful discovery. I was sifting through CDs in Tower Records when I read a blurb about her. I didn't even went to the listening station. I just bought the thing and trusted the blurb saying she's an excellent piano player. I am happy I trusted my gut. Her songs are haunting. The piano pieces tell stories of their own even if she didn't lend her voice. I am actually divided on whether these pieces were well thought of OR just bursts of expression. But either way, I think she's a genius.
MAKSIM, for some uptight classical folks, is a blasphemy. Fusing pop/techno elements with classical piano is like a sin. But I actually liked his experimentation with the genre. I often feel that for the newer generation to appreciate really great music, classical music should at least adapt, to pique interest and draw younger folks to make it live. His style is like a breath of air in CPR. The guy is sooo good. And it shows. He makes love to the piano. I wonder if his GF/wife gets jealous. I was disappointed when I found out from a DJ friend that he was here some years ago, and I was not able to catch a performance. (For that, I hated Medicine even more.)
In the future, I hope to catch these people on stage.
For the meantime, I'll listen to OST's with great piano parts (NOtable: Titanic's THe Portrait - a piano solo by James HOrner) and search for a patient piano teacher that I can pester.
It was summer and my parents wanted me to learn piano to make my vacation a productive one.
The tutor who was supposed to train me was an ancient Spanish lady who wears an eyepatch on her left eye. According to my cousin, who happens to be her student, the old lady was fierce. She'll hit your hands with a ruler when you make a mistake. Everytime he goes home, he shows me his fingertips to prove how bad he fessed up with the keys that day.
One hot afternoon, I was told to report to her house which was 10 blocks from home. While walking, I was psyching myself not to be afraid of the lady and everything will be be fine.
Her then teenaged grand-daughter received me at the door and led me to the study where this antique piano lorded the center of the room. I was made to be seated on one of the chairs that leaned against the wall facing the piano. Piano music is central to this family, I thought.
The lady came in, walking with the help of a cane. She was intimidating. She looked like a witch/lady pirate without the hat and peg-leg. She could've been Captain Barbosa's mother. Her silver hair tied so tight in a bun constantly remind me that in the future, hair color would be a priority. Yet strangely though, amidst all the wrinkles on her face, I noticed that for an old lady her hands were really pretty (Note to self: Hand lotion, never forget to buy hand lotion.) She ordered me to sit on the piano seat and proceeded to the lessons. I'd say my fingers had a bashing that day, and that was the first time I heard someone cuss in Spanish.
When I was to do my pastels that night (like I always did) before I go to dreamland I had difficulty mixing colors with my fingers. I decided, when I woke up the next day, that there would be no more piano lessons with that lady.
Right now, I still haven't made a final judgment if that decision was one of the biggest error of my life due to stupidity of youth.
I resigned myself to listening music to instead, and kept my hands and fingers free from harm, since I've always considered that part of my anatomy one of most vital - tertiary to the optic and acoustic apparatuses, actually. (The only time I put my manos in risky situations is when I handle sharps in the kitchen or do surgery).
My fascination with fingertipping never diminished though. My acoustics alert my brain when it hears interesting piano parts in a song or a piano solo itself.
Fingertipsters I love:
CLASSIC: TCHAIKOVSKY
MODERN ARTISTS WITH PIANO ELEMENTS IN THEIR SONGS: TORI AMOS, JAMIE CULLUM, VIENNA TENG, AND MAKSIM.
TORI AMOS is my all-time favorite female musician. She's not traditionally pretty but the lady exudes the definition of beauty, brains, and talent. I know she is Neil Gaiman's inspiration for the Sandman character DELIGHT. And she is a delight in her own right. I love her songwriting, dark and stuttery, but deep. Her voice is haunting. But what I love most is how she handles the piano. It's like it's an extension of her personality already.
JAMIE CULLUM is mostly a pop/jazz artist. And I am not fond of jazz as maybe I don't like the crowd it attracts - pretentious yuppie-types. But I made him an exception, 'cuz his songwriting is fun and insightful. But I think what nailed my interest was when I saw his performance on TV. The guy seems to be having so much fun with the piano.
VIENNA TENG was a wonderful discovery. I was sifting through CDs in Tower Records when I read a blurb about her. I didn't even went to the listening station. I just bought the thing and trusted the blurb saying she's an excellent piano player. I am happy I trusted my gut. Her songs are haunting. The piano pieces tell stories of their own even if she didn't lend her voice. I am actually divided on whether these pieces were well thought of OR just bursts of expression. But either way, I think she's a genius.
MAKSIM, for some uptight classical folks, is a blasphemy. Fusing pop/techno elements with classical piano is like a sin. But I actually liked his experimentation with the genre. I often feel that for the newer generation to appreciate really great music, classical music should at least adapt, to pique interest and draw younger folks to make it live. His style is like a breath of air in CPR. The guy is sooo good. And it shows. He makes love to the piano. I wonder if his GF/wife gets jealous. I was disappointed when I found out from a DJ friend that he was here some years ago, and I was not able to catch a performance. (For that, I hated Medicine even more.)
In the future, I hope to catch these people on stage.
For the meantime, I'll listen to OST's with great piano parts (NOtable: Titanic's THe Portrait - a piano solo by James HOrner) and search for a patient piano teacher that I can pester.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Rocking My Socks Off
The other day I was chatting with a pal that I shall call as Troutmaster.
We were talking about this VH1 episode that he caught on MTv several nights ago.
For those who don't know, VH1 is a show on MTv that features documentaries of artists and moments in music history.
I like watching that show as it gives the low down on the roots of rock stars I like and basically because they feature the "old stuff" --> read: 80's.
Anyway, Troutmaster was talking about this feature on VH1 about the history of heavy metal.
That time, I was quite sleepy and was trying my best to stay awake by downloading all the cover versions I know of "Time After Time" for the heck of it (... okay, I love that song, hehehe ..... notable covers: Rob Thomas and Matchbox 20, Eva Cassidy and Everything but the Girl).
Like a magic word, upon the mention of "heavy metal" all the sleepiness evaporated and ended up chatting with the dude way beyond my sleeping time.
Anyhow, as VH1 tells it, metal originated with 2 important bands in the 70's. These are Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. Ozzy et. al spawned the shock rock and gothic movement while Led Zep led the crazy bad hair, spandex, and make up Glam and Hard Rock genre. We talked about AC/DC, Alice Cooper, Kiss, Van Halen, Def Leppard, Guns n' Roses, Nirvana to Dave Grohl. I had to say it was one of the most engaging conversations I had in years. Too bad though, Troutmaster haven't caught the Part Two of that feature (apparently it's not yet aired, so I'm waiting for it myself).
Anyway, I remembered it while I was out with the office peeps in one of those "it" dance bars. While the rest of the crowd (which were filled with almost all the great looking people in the world making me wonder what the hell was I doing there) were bumping and grinding, I was near the bar listening to the hiphop sound blaring from the speakers, watching at the "sights" (hehehe) and drinking my Baileys (alright I was grooving a little bit). Suddenly, I heard a riff of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" that jolted my nerves.
Being a rock addict, it felt a little bit blaphemous for me to be there. It was weird. So I excused myself and called this fellow rocker wondering if he's still an insomniac like me. Fortunately he was awake (of course it was just 3 AM) and I ended up crashing his place.
As usual, this friend I call Jose (from his inebriated Tequila days) was up listening to his vinyl collection of Beatles, Elvis Presley, Everly Brothers, and was quite wondering what on earth came over me.
I told him "Dude, I wanna rock."
He was laughing hysterically, asking me if I'm stoned or drunk. I told him I just had 2 shots of Amaretto and a shot of Baileys (technically speaking, I was still sober), spent 4 hours in a hiphop bar, and need absolution. And I presented the offering of Absolut vodka and Baileys (that were stashed in my car - remnants of my birthday party a week before).
Jose called a couple of freaks like me. I tell you, nothing draws my friends out from their caves at 3 AM when there's alcohol involved. Jose even pulled out his stash of J&B and beers. Some brought the finger foods. Thank God Jose lives in the mountain with most of his neighbors gone out of town. Because 4 am we were singing "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake on the top of our lungs and were having animated discussions about Tawny Kitaen's car dance (which was spoofed by Bowling for Soup) and other crazy hair band videos ( Twisted Sister's ,Dave Lee Roth's spandex years, Aerosmith's Alicia Silverstone and Liv Tyler series, Poison's stage antics, Slash's guitar solo on top of a piano, Axl Rose's dance moves, Motley Crue and Tommy Lee - with the Pam Anderson video on the side), and Rockstar:Inxs/Supernova.
Nothing is more comforting when you are in the company of people who prefers black clothes, ripped jeans, and boots, yowls terribly like you do, and finds philosophy in Nickelback's "Rock Star."
.... I'm through with standing in line
to clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
(Tell me what you need)
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how ya gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have a quesadilla on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
(So how ya gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
This was one night we actually felt like one. I still hear someone singing "Talk Dirty to ME" in the living room. Hahaha. And the party goes on ....
We were talking about this VH1 episode that he caught on MTv several nights ago.
For those who don't know, VH1 is a show on MTv that features documentaries of artists and moments in music history.
I like watching that show as it gives the low down on the roots of rock stars I like and basically because they feature the "old stuff" --> read: 80's.
Anyway, Troutmaster was talking about this feature on VH1 about the history of heavy metal.
That time, I was quite sleepy and was trying my best to stay awake by downloading all the cover versions I know of "Time After Time" for the heck of it (... okay, I love that song, hehehe ..... notable covers: Rob Thomas and Matchbox 20, Eva Cassidy and Everything but the Girl).
Like a magic word, upon the mention of "heavy metal" all the sleepiness evaporated and ended up chatting with the dude way beyond my sleeping time.
Anyhow, as VH1 tells it, metal originated with 2 important bands in the 70's. These are Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. Ozzy et. al spawned the shock rock and gothic movement while Led Zep led the crazy bad hair, spandex, and make up Glam and Hard Rock genre. We talked about AC/DC, Alice Cooper, Kiss, Van Halen, Def Leppard, Guns n' Roses, Nirvana to Dave Grohl. I had to say it was one of the most engaging conversations I had in years. Too bad though, Troutmaster haven't caught the Part Two of that feature (apparently it's not yet aired, so I'm waiting for it myself).
Anyway, I remembered it while I was out with the office peeps in one of those "it" dance bars. While the rest of the crowd (which were filled with almost all the great looking people in the world making me wonder what the hell was I doing there) were bumping and grinding, I was near the bar listening to the hiphop sound blaring from the speakers, watching at the "sights" (hehehe) and drinking my Baileys (alright I was grooving a little bit). Suddenly, I heard a riff of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" that jolted my nerves.
Being a rock addict, it felt a little bit blaphemous for me to be there. It was weird. So I excused myself and called this fellow rocker wondering if he's still an insomniac like me. Fortunately he was awake (of course it was just 3 AM) and I ended up crashing his place.
As usual, this friend I call Jose (from his inebriated Tequila days) was up listening to his vinyl collection of Beatles, Elvis Presley, Everly Brothers, and was quite wondering what on earth came over me.
I told him "Dude, I wanna rock."
He was laughing hysterically, asking me if I'm stoned or drunk. I told him I just had 2 shots of Amaretto and a shot of Baileys (technically speaking, I was still sober), spent 4 hours in a hiphop bar, and need absolution. And I presented the offering of Absolut vodka and Baileys (that were stashed in my car - remnants of my birthday party a week before).
Jose called a couple of freaks like me. I tell you, nothing draws my friends out from their caves at 3 AM when there's alcohol involved. Jose even pulled out his stash of J&B and beers. Some brought the finger foods. Thank God Jose lives in the mountain with most of his neighbors gone out of town. Because 4 am we were singing "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake on the top of our lungs and were having animated discussions about Tawny Kitaen's car dance (which was spoofed by Bowling for Soup) and other crazy hair band videos ( Twisted Sister's ,Dave Lee Roth's spandex years, Aerosmith's Alicia Silverstone and Liv Tyler series, Poison's stage antics, Slash's guitar solo on top of a piano, Axl Rose's dance moves, Motley Crue and Tommy Lee - with the Pam Anderson video on the side), and Rockstar:Inxs/Supernova.
Nothing is more comforting when you are in the company of people who prefers black clothes, ripped jeans, and boots, yowls terribly like you do, and finds philosophy in Nickelback's "Rock Star."
.... I'm through with standing in line
to clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
(Tell me what you need)
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how ya gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have a quesadilla on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
(So how ya gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
This was one night we actually felt like one. I still hear someone singing "Talk Dirty to ME" in the living room. Hahaha. And the party goes on ....
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Preamble of Me
Politics, in the ordinary sense, is the art and science of government. It is closely associated with activities concerned with seeking power, status, and other stuff that would land you in the front page of the newspaper. Sometimes, some warm place in oblivion.
I restrict my love for literal politics about issues on governments in the INTERNATIONAL sense.
Local politics I can't be bothered with. The knowledge that there is crap in the fishbowl I'm swimming in is something I have to live with yet I don't like to deal with it until the water gets cleaned. In the meantime, I'll look through the glass and watch and learn from the other folk.
The politics I'm talking about now is "politics" per se. Activities that result to something else BIGGER, whatever that may be.
Most of my personal edicts defy general, social, even religous constructions. Liberals and conservatives are both confused with where stand. And I relish in that confusion.
What I can offer though is this:
"Why be concerned of matters that matter, when there are one too many people mattering about that matter to the point it does not matter anymore. Matter about something else that will make other matters matter."
It's rough in construction, and I'm still working on it. But let me explain.
There's this saying, good intentions is the road to hell.
I'm not about good intentions nor booking up travel expeditions to hell.
I don't play for a cause because seriously, you can't win.
I play the game to win and I win because I enjoyed the game. THEN, the cause benefits from it.
I do not seek power nor prestige. I seek to make a difference IN MY OWN TERMS. And I intend to do so without being Robin Hood.
My beliefs and ideas are a class of its own. It adheres to no god nor to anyone. The results and cause it favors will speak for itself.
With this, others think I have become an insufferable "politician." They either love me or hate me to death. I drive some people into lunacy. Issues about me range from the silly to the absurd. Usually I don't mind these as these are just stories of dulled imagination, however, there are 3 farcical issues that worry me because I don't like to be sued for intellectual property. These are:
ISSUE #1: I sold my soul to Satan.
ISSUE #2: I do accounting for the Prince of the Damned on a daily basis.
ISSUE #3: Satan could be me.
Just to be clear though, I am flattered with the attention. Positive or otherwise. Nothing is more thrilling than verifying one's own existence when other people talk about you. (with a hint of sarcasm).
I am taking this opportunity to deny all three assumptions due to the hilarity of its nature. Hopefully, all detractors concerned can actually READ this (Otherwise, get someone to read it for you). Just think about this is as a sort of preamble.
Clarification to Issue #1: My soul was never been sold in Ebay. Honestly, half of the time I believe I don't have one, half of the time I borrow if the need calls for it. Satan would never be interested in me ... I never wanted to be in TV.
Clarification to Issue #2: I do my own accounting. I'm a small business enterprise with original ideas. I work for nobody else but myself. It's a bitch to compete with the HUGE bad asses out there. However, I contend that though I am just small I have more CLASS than the competition because I don't scratch kill marks on the wall. I use Microsoft Excel. And it has always been QUALITY over QUANTITY ... so I only off assholes. Morons are just for incentives.
Clarification to Issue #3: I am not Satan. I do not fight God and create my own personal HELL.
If I ever run into an ethics issue or justice issue or a territorial dispute with the High Being, WE resolve issues diplomatically.
In summary, to those who will need simpler explanations:
1. I am self-governed. I don't need to get into "power-seeking activities." I am smart. I am already powerful.
2. I am a force of my own. You either deal with me or get out of my way.
3. I like who I am so get over it. Build your pulpit somewhere else.
4. I don't have the need to like everybody and I don't have the need to have everybody like me. And the world still turns. Amazing isn't it?
5. I don't fight NEANDERTHALS with force, I take advantage of the fact that they're stupid.
6. I get to where I want because I do WHATEVER it takes to get there WITHIN REASON. I will not apologize for it.
6. I make errors of decisions, not excuses.
and lastly,
7. Never been a "politician," always been strategist.
I restrict my love for literal politics about issues on governments in the INTERNATIONAL sense.
Local politics I can't be bothered with. The knowledge that there is crap in the fishbowl I'm swimming in is something I have to live with yet I don't like to deal with it until the water gets cleaned. In the meantime, I'll look through the glass and watch and learn from the other folk.
The politics I'm talking about now is "politics" per se. Activities that result to something else BIGGER, whatever that may be.
Most of my personal edicts defy general, social, even religous constructions. Liberals and conservatives are both confused with where stand. And I relish in that confusion.
What I can offer though is this:
"Why be concerned of matters that matter, when there are one too many people mattering about that matter to the point it does not matter anymore. Matter about something else that will make other matters matter."
It's rough in construction, and I'm still working on it. But let me explain.
There's this saying, good intentions is the road to hell.
I'm not about good intentions nor booking up travel expeditions to hell.
I don't play for a cause because seriously, you can't win.
I play the game to win and I win because I enjoyed the game. THEN, the cause benefits from it.
I do not seek power nor prestige. I seek to make a difference IN MY OWN TERMS. And I intend to do so without being Robin Hood.
My beliefs and ideas are a class of its own. It adheres to no god nor to anyone. The results and cause it favors will speak for itself.
With this, others think I have become an insufferable "politician." They either love me or hate me to death. I drive some people into lunacy. Issues about me range from the silly to the absurd. Usually I don't mind these as these are just stories of dulled imagination, however, there are 3 farcical issues that worry me because I don't like to be sued for intellectual property. These are:
ISSUE #1: I sold my soul to Satan.
ISSUE #2: I do accounting for the Prince of the Damned on a daily basis.
ISSUE #3: Satan could be me.
Just to be clear though, I am flattered with the attention. Positive or otherwise. Nothing is more thrilling than verifying one's own existence when other people talk about you. (with a hint of sarcasm).
I am taking this opportunity to deny all three assumptions due to the hilarity of its nature. Hopefully, all detractors concerned can actually READ this (Otherwise, get someone to read it for you). Just think about this is as a sort of preamble.
Clarification to Issue #1: My soul was never been sold in Ebay. Honestly, half of the time I believe I don't have one, half of the time I borrow if the need calls for it. Satan would never be interested in me ... I never wanted to be in TV.
Clarification to Issue #2: I do my own accounting. I'm a small business enterprise with original ideas. I work for nobody else but myself. It's a bitch to compete with the HUGE bad asses out there. However, I contend that though I am just small I have more CLASS than the competition because I don't scratch kill marks on the wall. I use Microsoft Excel. And it has always been QUALITY over QUANTITY ... so I only off assholes. Morons are just for incentives.
Clarification to Issue #3: I am not Satan. I do not fight God and create my own personal HELL.
If I ever run into an ethics issue or justice issue or a territorial dispute with the High Being, WE resolve issues diplomatically.
In summary, to those who will need simpler explanations:
1. I am self-governed. I don't need to get into "power-seeking activities." I am smart. I am already powerful.
2. I am a force of my own. You either deal with me or get out of my way.
3. I like who I am so get over it. Build your pulpit somewhere else.
4. I don't have the need to like everybody and I don't have the need to have everybody like me. And the world still turns. Amazing isn't it?
5. I don't fight NEANDERTHALS with force, I take advantage of the fact that they're stupid.
6. I get to where I want because I do WHATEVER it takes to get there WITHIN REASON. I will not apologize for it.
6. I make errors of decisions, not excuses.
and lastly,
7. Never been a "politician," always been strategist.
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