I lost my notes on our travel plans for September. Now I have to write the whole thing from scratch. Way to go, Aian! 

I have lots of pending posts to make. 

• post about that manila trip
• post about the number line records gig (i think my previous post about it isn’t sufficient)
• post about that crazy metal gig
• post about White Day Cebu
• post about the prizes 
• post about my first ever open mic performance at outpost

Hay. This weekend, maybe. :/

Lumalabas ngayon ang tunay na kulay niyo. You keep telling yourselves na you’re different from those who use facebook more often, that you’re much cooler and much much more understanding.

Yeah, keep telling yourselves that. You easily jump into conclusions and at pinagtutulong-tulungan niyo ang mga kawawang bata. Anong nangyari sa mga OPEN MINDED tumblr users? Hmm? Seriously guys? Kurtina lang yun eh. 

Kayo kaya? Pag-pyestahan? Matutuwa kayo? Totoo man yun o hindi, matutuwa ba kayo? 

We all know that gossiping about other people’s misfortunes won’t do you any good. 

Geesh. Grow the fuck up people.

I have nothing to post, and I don’t want to reblog to my heart’s content because that would be a lazy-ass thing to do. So here I am, typing away my boredom and thinking about tomorrow’s errands. It looks like this is going to be another uneventful week, but I hope not. I don’t want to spend the rest of my 5-month vacation lurking in tumblr and facebook. I have to do something. 

(Source: coffeemon)

sinosidebb:

Nakaya man gani ninyo ang Facebook, Twitter, Plurk, Multiply, Friendster pag navigate, kini ra kahang Tumblr nga dugay namo sige’g gamit? Pastilaaaaan nalang gyud. 

Usahay makagamay gyud sad nuon siya’g utok. Noh?

@bribery: Wow. Being a Cebuano/Bisaya is awesome. :-) I think having a handy Cebuano dictionary with you would be a good start (and yes, listening to Cebuano music. Mehehe)

Nights out with friends have always been fun. I spend Wednesday nights with a group of friends for trivia night. During weekends, I go to dinner or concerts with some, if not all of them.

Recently, I was invited by one of my new friends to an all girl dinner and slumber party. I guess it wouldn’t hurt even if I don’t know most of the girls in that group, because it’s always a good thing to meet new people –or so I thought.

The dinner started out well, we talked about food, and since I was vegetarian, they all started asking me questions about how life is with a dietary restriction. Then they started asking me what boys order for me during dates, after which, the conversation abruptly went to a different direction.

In a span of 30 minutes, almost each girl talked about her whole life story and I was there, sitting at the end of the table listening to each one. It’s funny how they talk about themselves and the way they regard themselves as “Ladies.”

An hour passed and I felt like I was sitting in a table of Stepford Wives.

Dinner ended, and we all left the table for the maid to clean up, since our host insisted that we leave the whole table as soon as we finish eating. We then proceeded to her room, a quaint pink-walled room with a view of the mountains. Summer breeze entered the room that left a cold chill in me, and I shivered as I climbed on the bed with the rest of the girls. They were still chattering about their love life, about boys and how “stupid and spineless” they are. I listened to them quietly, and hoped that they don’t ask me what my opinion is.

The truth is I have been observing their topics, and I have to say most of the stuff they talk about revolves around boys and men (yes, there is a big difference). There were only a few things these girls were concerned about:

• Boys

• Men

• Complaining about boys and men

• Being hot

• Parties

• Boys not being worth their time (but they talk about them anyway)

• Boys not being men and not worthy of them

• How classy a “real” lady should be

• Love, sex and so on.

The list revolves around the same thing: The opposite sex and vanity. Don’t get me wrong, I like talking about this stuff but sometimes but I really can’t say I talk about these things on a daily basis. I have nothing against these girls but of course, I find their topics very limiting. Sure there are instances where someone would raise topic a regarding current events, but that’s it. This went on for hours, until they fell asleep one by one.

I may sound all “larger than life” but I have grown tired of the said topics. I am a girl, yes, I have my fair share of vanity, but it is the least of my concerns (I’d rather hear them talk about IDEAS and not other people and the opposite sex. READ: Music, Philosophy, Quantum Physics, THE MEANING OF GOD DAMN FUCKING LIFE, etc). It upsets me that some girls limit themselves to these things because these things are what separate them from the other things in life. They may have lives beyond the slumber party but their words make me twitch every time I hear them.

I twitch at the thought that they call themselves “Ladies”, but they have the nerve to call men stupid and not worthy of their time (yes, this isn’t a man’s world anymore and girls are more vocal about their thoughts now, but that doesn’t mean they can go around saying vile things like that about men). I dislike the fact that they have rules on how a “real woman and man” should be.

Recalling some of the words from the conversation:

“I don’t think guys deserve a real woman like me. You know, guys are dumbasses, and they’re useless.”

How lady-like! (for those immune to sarcasm, I am being sarcastic)

“I think insecure girls are extremely ugly. Look at me, not a hint of insecurity (implying that she beautiful). Seriously, there was this one girl who…”

Some girls are insecure, get the fuck over it. They’re insecure but that doesn’t mean they’re less beautiful. No one is perfect, and some people are beautiful in their insecurity. Besides, being perfect is boring. We all go through insecurity and learn from it.

“Men who date with girls in the middle of the night, and don’t go to the girl’s house to meet her parents are barbaric and they’re not real men. I had a boyfriend like that once. He’s a pussy. We broke up after a month.”

Really now? Who are you to decide how a real man should act? Some men prefer to do things in their own time.

Wise words from wise girls, eh? I just can’t bear the thought that they think of themselves as beautiful women yet they thrive on the flaws of others. This is exactly why I don’t like being called a lady or calling myself one. I laugh at the misfortunes of others too, especially those who deserve it.

That night, I heard no one in the group acknowledging their own flaws and trying to make up for it. To be able to admit one’s flaws and do something about it, takes years of searching for the things in life than one may not find unless they overcome vanity. This is a struggle I have yet to start, for my own vanity is the reason why I’m writing this entry.

I dislike the limiting “rules” that make a “real” woman because these rules are one of the reasons why some men think women are good for nothing and better off in the kitchen. And if these rules do apply, aren’t they supposed to remain unwritten? If I had it my way, there will be no rules for being men and women, because it was proven by generations of heroes and heroines that men can have a heart as soft as women’s and women can have a mind as sharp as men’s.

If I offended anyone with this entry, I apologize with all sincerity. If writing this is a huge mistake, then I will not attempt to justify it. Just know that I tend put my preferences on a pedestal and I sometimes think my opinions are flawless. I am not above these girls who pride themselves as “Ladies”, nor  I am beneath them. I simply have different preferences and opinions, and I make it a point to voice them out (even if they’re completely ridiculous).

(Source: coffeemon)

May 5, 9:12 PM

I’m tired of scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed seeing girls complain about their boyfriends, posting love quotes as their status messages. The happy ones say things like “I’m so happy because I found you ♥”. The lonely ones complain about how hard it is to find men who are worthy of their love, and all they see are boys who have nothing better to do but to ruin their lives. They speak about love and pain, using cheesy lines and metaphors to make it sound witty.

I’m tired of boys trying to pretend they’re grown up men. They post the same thing almost everyday. “Dota na!”. I’m tired of them complaining about girls who hurt their feelings and insulting girls who don’t look good enough for them. I’m tired of seeing them post inside jokes that no one understand. I’m tired of them posting passive aggressive status messages, and posting random phrases like “RAK ON” “gutom acu” “ahehehe.”

I’m tired of seeing my newsfeed flooded with the best pop culture can offer. 

I’m tired of Facebook friends pretending to ignore everyone because they’re too good for anyone. I’m tired of seeing people change their relationship status almost every month. 

I’m tired of seeing them tagging me in photos of their products. 

I’m tired of viral videos.

I’m tired of religious people being too religious.

I’m tired of them trying to shove their beliefs down my throat.

All I want is Broccoli cheese soup.

I’m tired of myself, knowing that I am struggling to get out of the same system. Everyone in my newsfeed seems to be either looking for love, moving on from a past love, insulting the opposite sex, and bragging about how loyal they are to their boyfriends/girlfriends or how hot and talented they are and no man/woman deserves them because they’re better than everyone else.

What happened to Philosophy? Art? Science? What happened to good movies and good books, what happened to music? What happened to the people who used to spend time seeking good stuff on their own? What happened to their potential to create?

What happened to me? Why the hell am I seeing this part of the world I obviously despise? 

I’ll have to find the answer to that on my own. But I have to rest for now.

I’m tired. 

© 2011 Aian Tiangco

(Source: coffeemon)