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Sometime ago, when I cared to read women's magazines for the sex tips and shirtless hunk photos, there was an article that explained how nature held in itself the symmetry of life. Unknown to us bilaterally designed earthwalkers was a ratio that explained the inherent perfection of our grand design. This transcended humans as evidence showed how other organic beings subscribed to these heavenly measurements. Fuck all that. All I know is that my forehead can give Tyra Banks' forehead a run for its bootylicious money. Show me the fiercey!

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(taken from http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/01/03/the-good-fight-3)

Familiar Feeling (Acoustic) by Moloko   (4547 KB)
Listen on posterous

One of the greatest fucking songs ever remade, untangled from the neon wires of electro-synthpop to rip open into the soul of crestfallen lyrical mourning. Moloko!

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We also danced to "Makulay ang Buhay sa Sinabawang Gulay". Healthy New Year!

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Normally I wouldn't be blogging on Christmas night because normally I'd be too drunk to do anything but sleep (or maybe sneak a little porn and jerk off) but normally, my drinkmates wouldn't be sleeping on me this early. Half-past midnight, I'm still sober and consciously alone. Fine, I'll blog my frustrations away, maybe make this night a bit fruitful, for me anyway.

I'm really happy to report how I've changed so much, for the better (or so I believe). I'm not a big drama queen anymore, so yay for that. It's also one of the reasons why I can't seem to blog anymore, cos I was so used to writing about all those sappy-angsty-melancholy stuff that when I've learned to just ignore/fix them, I can hardly write about anything else. And there's also being a professional writer, which makes any form of writing seem like work and that includes blogging. And why the hell would I wanna work on my LJ. Too much pressure.

So there's one of the reasons why I don't blog so much these days--except for the occasional picture posts on my Posterous blog. I also need to point out that there's something about this journal that seems to siphon the drama out of me, so I kinda have my guards up in this place. Except for now, cos I got this vodka-soda mix with me and hell be damned if I sleep sober tonight.

Can I talk about my mother? I wanna talk about my mother. Oh God, she drives me crazy. I did say before that she's a Born Again Christian, right? I have nothing against most organized religions and I have nothing against Born Again Christians. Some of my closest friends subscribe to their beliefs and I respect that. My best bud could worship a tree for all I care but as long as we get along fine I shouldn't be bothered (and besides, the weirdness factor would be amusing. Haha, worshipping trees). So, what I dislike about my mother is how she turns on the TV and tunes in to these evangelical channels, or turns on the radio and listens LOUDLY to these AM evangelical stations. I'm starting to suspect she's trying to convert us into her Church. One of these days, when I lose my cool, I will have a hard debate with her about religion. Specifically HER religion. I will crush her beliefs because I will turn things around (because collegiate debating can teach you that) and I will feel bad and she will cry and hate me. So that day may never happen and I will keep on listening involuntarily to those damn pastors.

I love God, I really do. That's why I don't go to church anymore. I feel closer to Him when no-one is shoving Him down my throat.

Which brings me to guys and sex. (How, I can't be sure.) So I've finally learned how to enjoy single life. It's pretty easy: get a fast-paced lifestyle that involves a lot of work and a lot of parties and eventually you're bound to forget that you fantasized the idea of falling in love. Until the holiday season comes! Lately I've been thinking about him again. And I had to remind myself again that he will not fall in love with me, but that doesn't stop me from thinking of the could-have-beens, the things I could have done right, the things I shoouldn't have done in the first place. But hey, we move on. We have to. Nowhere to go but up, or forward, although I'd prefer up cos it connotes success?

I have already seen my future: rich, successful, influential, popular, single, alone, lonely. It feels good to know that I know how to get temporary happiness and if temporary happiness doesn't run out because I can afford it...I can see my future: I'm going to be Courtney Love.

(A moment of self-pity: Courtney Love was once loved.) (Albeit by somebody who killed himself.)

As for the sex part...I've been monogamously doing this one guy cos I don't like to sleep around anymore and yes I did entertain the idea of dating him but he just likes to have sex because "relationships are complicated". I can see my future: I am this guy, but more successful.

It's comes as sort of a good thing that for 24 years, life has never been a bed of roses for me. I was never in a comfort zone. I had to be my own source of moral support, had to be my own best friend. Which is okay. It taught me to a greater deal than what other people would still have to learn in 5, 10, hell even 20 years. Maturity comes with a price and oh boy, the price I had to pay...

I'm not even sure what I'm talking about anymore, I'm just blabbing till I get tired.

So, hmmm, I will probably never fall in love again because I stop myself all the time, I will probably need to learn how to raise a parent, I will probably turn my attention to forging a career I can be proud of, I will probably take a longer time getting to NY, I will get myself a drink because this has been too long and I don't make sense anymore and I don't like it. Merry Christmas, I hope yours was better.

...somebody to love! Or an electronic wheelchair, cos that works fine too. My arms felt like they wanted to fall off from all the rolling (rolling!) rolling (yeeeah hey!) rolling on the Solar Entertainment Christmas party. Everybody loved me! Even I loved me! Too bad I wasn't able to get some pity sex from the hot new boy one floor below mine, because later in the night I needed to get up and pour myself a drink.

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When Twitter diligently asks me "what's happening?", I should type
"another twilebrity is getting hacked, that's what!"

(I sincerely didn't intend to make this blog a photo album of tweetful
screenshots. It's just that...I spend so much time there...and I
happen to follow them...yeah...)

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Where's the option for Find Better Employer?

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Here are two fun words to start this article with:

1. Antidisestablishmentarianism - opposition to a movement separating the Church from the State, in support of forming a unified Church and State

2. Floccinaucilihilipilification - the act of estimating something as useless

These two are some of the longest words you can find in the English language. They are also convenient terms to be used when discussing the Comelec's decision to reject the LGBT partylist Ang Ladlad on grounds of moral corruption.

As some of you might care to know, the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender minority was again disallowed from proper representation in local government. The first time, they said it was because the Filipino pink community does not hold the requirements for a legitimate partylist (important things like marginalization and regional membership). This time, they reason it was because these same men and women are not top-of-mind choice for societal role models.

The key topics in this issue are religion, morality, minority, culture, equality and the law. Very hard subjects to discuss but let's attempt to address them one by one.

The righteous gentlemen at the Comelec, as well as their supporters, headline their statement with a few of God's purported maxims. It can be any of these lines: God hates the gays so we also hate the gays; God only sees men and women who identify as heterosexual; God will allow people to be gay as long as they pretend to be straight. Add some quotes from the Bible for "veracity" and we get a prejudiced thesis. But since this is a subject of faith, which is a personal matter to begin with, here is mine: I believe in a God who only holds the rule of love, and from this love will come forth respect toward other people. With respect there is compassion and understanding, a willingness to comprehend the unknown. Before the pious and the sanctimonious dismiss the God I believe in, please let me know: how do you justify that a discriminating God is the kind of entity mankind should believe in?

Morality in this day and age is a game of finger-pointing in hopes of determining who's riding the high horse. To be fair, let's consult Merriam-Webster: morality is "conformity to ideals of right human conduct". If facts and figures are to be believed, heterosexuals are guilty of everything homosexuals have committed. We talk of volunteerism, education, sacrifice, self-gratification, pedophilia, murder, child abuse. Human endeavors that define us as good or bad people. Save for same-sex intercourse, there is not much difference between the two sexual orientations. Why, then, is there a division between the moral conducts of a straight person from that of a gay person?

Since there is not much difference between the straight and the gay, this implies that the generally straight populace has absorbed the homosexual bloc, so entitlement as a minority is not only pointless but also special treatment. True, the number of overt gay men and women might be growing, but it is not sufficient enough to influence a population into mainstream acceptance, let alone be heard by the authorities. A relatively small group of people holding voice in a public forum makes a huge difference in the exchange of ideas. This is what minorities are about: hearing and getting heard. How do you pursue acceptance, one that is honest and not just polite, without the presence of information?

The country is dominantly Catholic. We are very conservative people. The Church influences the State. This is the kind of culture we currently live in. But do these factors hold us back or move us forward? And do we want to stay dormant or grow as a nation? Not every devout Catholic holds the same principles as those of his/her peers. Heck, we even have the term "non-practicing Catholic" and God knows if they outnumber the practicing ones. Have you seen the news? Have you read the papers? We are hardly conservative anymore. We mix together a potful of cultural identities from other lands and label it as "Proudly Pinoy". We are Westernized, modernized, globalized. Does this mean being Pinoy is living in a foreign era yet closing ourselves from foreign ideas?

"Equality among men and women" is the fight of the feminists, a minority represented by Gabriela. Why are the LGBT people struggling to be heard when they are men and women themselves? Because some people find the distinction between gender and sexual orientation difficult to grasp. To some people, we only have boys and girls. To some people, the boys-who-like-girls and girls-who-like-boys are getting the same rights as the boys-who-like-boys and girls-who-like-girls. This is true, but not all the time. If it does not happen all the time, it shows an imbalance leering toward the heterosexual. Is this a valid recognition of the homosexual? Should this be the way of life if equality is what we aim for?

And because the law only recognizes males and females, some benefit and protection clauses never reach the pink spectrum. For starters, a same-sex couple does not have the privileges granted by the Constitution to married couples. Convincing the Catholic Church to allow two women walking down the aisle is close to impossible, we give you that, but asking the State for civilian rights afforded by the majority is not tantamount to demanding for special privileges or solitary vacuums from legal responsibilities. If the law sees every individual with the same discerning eye, then why is it not applicable to every individual?

Do you still remember the two words I gave earlier? Disestablishmentarianism and floccinaucilihilipilification. The first long word is applicable to the current stance of the Comelec--hiding behind a facade of self-inflicted religious supremacy. The second long word is what the Comelec is making us do--estimate it as something that is useless.

Dear Britney's management team,

Hi, it's me again, Christina "Genie In A Bottle" Aguilera. I hope you
got my previous email about Britney's account getting hacked, again.
Don't you ever get tired of being the butt of all jokes? I mean,
where's Chris Crocker when you need him? And does he know, like,
technical internet stuff? Maybe you can hire him to manage Brit Brit's
Twitter so she doesn't get penetrated so fast and easy like that
hooker from the "Gimme More" music video, which by the way wasn't racy
and slutty AT ALL compared to my "Dirrty" music video. You got that,
mamasita? I'm the bigger slut here so quit fooling around as if she
knows cocksucking like I do because you're only making her look like a
stupid chonga wannabe.

Anyway, sorry about that rant. I'm just getting really concerned about
this invasion of celebrity privacy. Why isn't anyone invading mine?!?
What is wrong with you people?!? Are my boobs not big enough for
you?!?

Just wait till my kid gets into preschool. In my next music video, I'm
showing my untrimmed vagina. Full frontal close-up let's see you try
beating THAT!

P.S. For the record, I'm the Illuminati girl here, not her. Will some
paparazzi please take my damn picture already?!?

Sending love with "The Voice Within",
Xtina

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Dear Britney's management team,

I'm not sure how your brains work but "1234" is not a secure password.
Surprise! Now please quit getting hacked because I feel for Britney.
She doesn't deserve to be fat and hacked at the same time!

Okay, I'm kidding. I love it when her account gets pwned by 4chan
interweb geeks. But next time, try using "password" as your password.
Nobody would ever guess that! I've been using it for years now and my
privacy only gets invaded every three days. Three days!

P.S. If you're really sneaky, replace the "o" with a zero, as in
"passw0rd". NOBODY will guess that, trust me. Unless you're dealing
with an Agent from The Matrix. If that's the case then you are so
fucked.

All my best,
Christina Aguilera

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The problem with most of us in Livejournal is we depended too much on each other. We made interesting entries because we expected to read interesting entries. We wrote drama because people liked it, aside from the truth that we liked to dwell in our own drama, and that for some weird reason Livejournal is conducive to writing drama (I would deduce that this is force of habit). When people got busy or got tired of the so-popular-it-deserved-its-own-term LJ drama or moved on to Tumblr, we started to speculate that Livejournal is dead. No. Michael Jackson is dead. A chick from the original Charlie's Angels is dead. Elvis is dead, or maybe alive and somewhere in Roswell, but Livejournal isn't dead. Because I'm still here, writing whatever or crossposting whatever, and you're still here reading. Something doesn't have to die because people, new social media or the organic flow of events dictated it.

Of course, I am not spewing ill will toward anyone who decides to quit Livejournal. I'm way mature than that, noh, and you can do whatever it is you desire. I'm just saying maybe this place can be great again and we can start achieving that by writing again.

This is my cat, Rusty. Originally named Rustom Padilla and destined to die a fabulous death to be reincarnated as Bebe Gandanghari, until my mother was seen looking under the couch shouting "Rustom! Rustom! Rustooooom!" after which I proposed a moniker that sounded more like a household pet and less of a closet queen action star.

Rusty likes to sleep comfortably. His bedroom demeanor may imply alpha male proclivities (notice the laziness that comes with the extension of his furry paws) but rest assured I will do everything in my power to turn him as gay as Gloria Estefan. If you know of any downloadable gay porn for cats available online, please, let me know.

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When we say "there are better ways to win an argument" we usually mean "debate" but everybody knows that shit doesn't work outside the air-conditioned walls of a vandalized classroom. Everybody, except debaters who haven't had exposure to the disconcerting reality of Life Outside Debate. (And as much as I hate being a party pooper...are you ready for this? There is Life Outside Debate and someday you would need to stop debating.) Just wait until you find yourself explaining fourteen levels of argumentation to a boss who doesn't care about what you think. Now don't go on killing yourself once you discover that even after flawlessly rebutting every single point of a worried business contact, he closes a deal with the girl who sucks his dick after buying him lunch. And don't even think of completely losing it when you present that polished CV to an interviewer, shining-shimmering-splendid with debate cap feathers, then she proceeds to ask everything about you except--you guessed it--debate. Where's that feedback form when you need it?

This isn't to say debate is but a prolific waste of time. Hardly. This is only to say truth number two: nobody likes a know-it-all. Nobody likes a smartass. Nobody likes your academic superiority and nobody likes your academic snobbery. In Life Outside Debate, people will smile when you wax nostalgic of good old days spent reaching for speaker score 80 a.k.a. Jesus Christ Came Down From Heaven To Debate. These people will politely smile, listen intently and realize they couldn't give a shit.

And truth number three: don't talk too fast. People don't like that either.

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