constipated

We all need stories to make our lives less insignificant. Have you ever noticed how our lives depend so much on stories?

Think about it for a while... We prefer to say that we are in love only if we have this overly cheesy story to tell about how we met this someone. We write biased obituaries. We try to patch-up the wrongs that we have done just before we die so people would say nice things about how we lived, about how we went through all odds to make things better. We write songs, poems, sonnets, etc., to capture a tiny bit of our lives. When we are bored, and we feel really brain-dead, we make up stories just to pass the time. What else? We put on photo exhibits and marvel not at the photographs, but on the stories behind them. We have this thing called religion, all of which are based on stories that were told long ago. I can go on and on and on...

Stories.

They are how we remember. They are how we cope, and eventually, make things a little more bearable. They are an all-in-one ice breaker thingie for people who are bored. They are the drug that seeps through the veins of those who had been hurt and broken a million times over. They are the things that can satisfy each person's seemingly unending quest for immortality.

They are our hopes.




Wow. I think I'm totally intoxicated. No, CONSTIPATED. I'm constipated. So all you people out there who come across this post, do not judge a story if it's constipated.

words may evolve

I've been hearing a lot of people claiming to be "geeks". I don't think that each of them have exactly the same idea of word "geek". But one thing is for sure, the word "geek" has changed from something that is supposed to be derogatory into something somewhat uplifting to one's self-esteem. Today, if you say "that guy is a geek", then it would attribute a certain amount coolness to that person. Although, I still think that it sort of comes with a slight hint of pity, as in, "I'll just call you a geek instead of a looser because I feel kinda peachy today."

It's remarkable how words evolve to mean something else, specially when its meaning becomes quite the opposite of what it used to mean. I just hope it won't happen too often because that would be a total disaster.

oooops! wrong lyrics

I've been listening to Pearl Jam since I was thirteen. Their songs have been etched in the deepest corners of my eardrums, so to speak. I was listening to one of their live album releases last night and when "Black" started playing, I remembered how I used to sing the song with the wrong lyrics.

When I was in high school up until I was in college, I used to sing a part of the song as:

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be, son.
If somebody else is God, then why, why, can't it be...
why can't I be black

When in fact, the real lyrics to this part is:

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why,
Why, why, can't it be, why can't it be mine

So you see, there's a really really huge difference from my version with the one that Vedder actually sings. I feel so pathetic looking back at the days when I used to sing the wrong lyrics because back then, I sing this part with closed eyes(heart-felt-almost-in-tears type of shit), and then suddenly, after hearing a live rendition of the song three years ago, I was utterly floored by a simple thought: I was wrong when I thought that I was right. Yeah, yeah... We all know this already, so I'm not going to spend the rest of this post elaborating on the obvious. This is just an experience that I wanted to share. So, go on now, you can make your own simile out of this. Or a metaphor. Or whaterver...