Just listening to Earth, Wind and Fire right now... Good shit, I tell you. They're up there with Incognito and Seal in my list of Artists-Who-Sound-Good-Even-When-Overplayed-In-Winamp. Michael Buble is going to be cut off from my list when everybody sucks up to that awful and downright DISGRACEFUL move Westlife did (reviving Sinatra and God knows who else) and starts singing New York, New York. I can see it now. They'll all hum to these charmless and sloppily revived classics, and say "I used to listen to this when I was a kid. Oh, what memories.."
I'm sorry. I'm turning more and more into the cynic I don't want to be with every moment the smallest trace of the scent of bullshit is unconsciously detected during a conversation. That happens TOO DAMN OFTEN here in Baguio. When will I have the composure to channel my energy for anger to use it for _____ (fill in blank with a good word, I can't think right now)? There's too much unwanted input entering my brain. Why are most people just so unnervingly predictable? It's not funny anymore!
Ok. The virtue I still possess is now under control. I've been going to Friendster on a daily basis for quite some time, and I tell you, I'm just fascinated by 2 new things, one particularly in my network. I have Island Punch Lady as my friend, and I don't know how to act on this connection. It's a amazing thing, really. Almost a year of zero (possibly avoided) communication with her, and she still gives me a kick to my balls. Okay, is the Beavis and Butthead part of your brain done laughing? Good. What i meant by that is she still leaves me incapacitated, at the mere thought of her. And just to make things clear, it would be nice if we were less of Friendsters, and more of just, well, friends. I'm content with that, really. That's another thing i learned in 2004: Don't force yourself to feel. When you do this and you fuck up, the pain is greater.
The second thing would be that between today and yesterday, Friendster tells me that 3 people have checked out my account. This means that at least 3 people thought about me yesterday. About what, I don't necessarily care. Wow. Already I'm amazed.
I have to cut this short. I'm hungry. Later.
We've never been lovers
Now we're not even friends
-Julia Fordham, "Invisible War"