I'm bitter and envious

I recently had the chance to talk to one of my friends from high school. Let's just say that in our group, he's the one who decided to be a "musician". That means he has no "REAL JOB" in a yuppie sense of the word. He told me that his band had just finished recording but they couldn't release copies at this time because they still owe the studio some money - typical "struggling musician" story that we've all heard before. Anyway, he left for Palawan this morning to do landscaping jobs for a certain beach resort (I don't know the name and even if I did I still wouldn't mention it because it's better to write something more unnecessary like this sentence).

I don't get it.

He'll be working in Palawan - paradise personified - for the coming weeks, so that he can save money to pay the recording studio and eventually, be able to release copies of his band's album (I've hear five tracks and they're really good). How cool is THAT?

I, on the other hand, will spend my coming weeks in a cubicle, writing code for delusional ingrates. Depressing. Isn't it?

MAY the VOTE be with you?

I have never voted for anyone and I never will. My reason for not voting is quite simple and may sound naive.

I don't vote because I don't think that I am capable of making the right choice. I have no interest in politics. I don't read current events that talk about politics. So, I sure as hell don't know what my this shithole country needs.

I don't want to do something just because it's my right. Sure, our forefathers made a great deal of effort just to ensure this so-called right, but that was a long time ago. A time where information was scarce, unlike now where we have all forms of media pumping all sorts of "information", we don't even know what's true anymore.

Voting for me is a pitiful and brain dead task. Most people in this country blindly take part in it because the ones that they are voting for says that it's "their right" and "their duty" to "their country". I don't think so.

making a point that nobody on Earth would get to notice

I'm tired of listening to these so called open source advocates who whine all day about how "Windows sucks" and how "Proprietary software is evil". Before you start raising your eyebrows, let me say that I'm not a Windows fanboy. I agree that Windows is not that good. In fact, I consider it inferior to other Operating Systems. But the thing is, I know that already. And so does every single person in the whole world. Hearing people re-iterate something that's been said over and over again is really annoying.

The reason why I came to write about this is that I'm subscribed to a Linux-Users mailing list where some of the inhabitants are, shall we say, still living in the 80's. Every week, someone would make pointless posts or remarks about Windows and in turn, discussions would somehow lead to the excommunication of proprietary software in the software industry - OMG! It's a Linux mailing list and they spend an ample amount of time ranting about topics that are nowhere near Linux.

Anyway, here are some points that I want to make.

First, if you think that Windows is a piece of trash, then, why bother talking about it.

Second, if you really think that open source is "the way to go", then wouldn't it be better if you start contributing rather than just using open source software. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't this the whole idea of open source, to be able to improve the software by having the source code available to everyone, so that it can be modified/improved? Merely using open source doesn't really help, at all.

Third, proprietary software and open source software are just the same. I've browsed through proprietary code as well as open source and believe me, open source is no better. They contain bugs, some are written poorly and some never even reached a "one-point-oh" release. The only redeeming factor, aside form the obvious fact that you can easily modify the code, is its name and the "coolness" that the internet had branded it with.

Jobs on DRM

Seems like Mr. Jobs is putting the heat on Music labels. Read.

we'll good morning to you too

Yesterday, me and the-company-that-I'm-working-for's CEO passed by each other somewhere near the lobby. He said, "Good Morning", in a weird but jolly tune where the O's in the word "good" are prolonged and the "ning" part of the word "morning" sounds as if it were the telephone ringing. Like, "Gooooooood Morninggggggggg!".

I didn't react even the tiniest bit and just went on my way as if there was nobody there. I didn't even looked at him when he greeted and I didn't even looked back to see his reaction. Although, seeing his reaction might have been a priceless "Kodak" moment.

I hope that was clear enough to make him realize that I wasn't in a "Gooooooood Morninggggggggg!" kind of mood.

Now, I'm feeling quite better and I just want to say, "Gooooooood Morninggggggggg!" to Mr. CEO. I hope you understand that whenever cubicle peons are exposed to an enormous amount of stress, they would be more than willing to butcher anybody who feels the urge to greet them with a shotgun loaded with passive aggressive bullets.

my problem, my pay-rents

My parents are always the last people on Earth to know about things that are going on in my life. The Internet is more updated, believe me. I guess they tend to blow things out of proportion in ways where blowing-out-of-proportion in a normal sense would look like an exploding star in a galaxy so far away that it is known only to hardcore star trek geeks. That's why I always make it a point to keep everything from them, specially when I have problems.

You see, I'm currently renting a room and I'm moving out by Friday or Saturday because I had problems with the rent. It's not that I wasn't able to pay because frankly, I'm responsible enough to pay my own rent - ON TIME. I never missed a rent ever since I started living on my own. I don't want to make false accusations, so instead, I'll just point out clues as to what went wrong. The thing is: my two months worth of rent never reached the owner's hands - Well, that's what she claims. And since my memory is quite intact and it's certainly way above that of a goldfish. I'm pretty sure that I gave my rent to Elizabeth (I'll just call her Elizabeth because THAT'S HER REAL NAME). She's the one who's suppose to give my rent to the owner. This routine had been going on for quite some time and there had been no problems whatsoever up to now. Now you connect the dots.

So as far as where the money went after that is the reason why I'm ranting, the reason why I'm sleeping at a freinds house because I feel really terrible and the reason why I have to move out as soon as possible because I don't trust those people anymore.

You see, if I told my parents about this, they'd be sending in troops and invade my soon-to-be former dorm house and annihilate every visible living organism.

I guess it's better to keep this to myself for now. I'll tell them after I sort this out. And once again, they'll be the last ones to know.