Thursday, February 19, 2009


Often times, people confuse elitism with racism. And elitism further developed to be one of the basic principles/ foundations of misanthropy. Intellectual elitism judges people not by their skin color but by their criterion of intelligence.

Elitism is beyond fascism, and racism, and sexism, and I shit you not, a lot more -isms. Pretend someone were to say they only loved Asians - well, there are Asians who are beyond idiotic yet they get a free pass simply because they were fortunate enough to be born with yellow skin. That person cannot possibly love all Asians. Say someone said that women are far more intelligent than men - well, this is not always the case. Many women have been behind an already great/ possibly great man's downfall - yet again they get away with it simply because they were lucky enough to have been born in a particular gender. Surely, not all women are smarter than men.

What counts to elitists are each individual person's contribution to society. Idealistically, the world would be run by artists, musicians, writers, and people of that nature. These are the people who make life worth living. They look at a blank canvas and see art. They sit in silence and hear music. They look at a blank sheet of paper and write a book. They don't wait or hope for change, they make it happen.

Elitism isn't about putting yourself up a pedestal and looking down at the people who're inferior. It's about not lowering your standards simply to conform. It's about not waiting for other people. It's about not being afraid to be different.

Think Different. Think Playful. Think Change.

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

Monday, February 16, 2009


It's 3am, yet sleep eludes me. I'd smoke, but I just ran out of cigarettes. I'd buy some, but I'm way too chicken shit to be out.

It's like I can't even function without them, GOD! I mean, here I sit, staring blankly at the screen, thinking of what to say -- anything, really. It doesn't have to be intelligent or witty. It just has to be... SOMETHING. But no, I continue to look emptily into the screen -- it's like falling into a trap, my mind shuts down and I get cross-eyed.

Sometimes I wonder whether I really am a great writer or just a brilliant mimic. Stripped off anyone else's genius, would I still be as good? Or am I just blessed with eloquence -- do I just have a "clearer" voice? Is it because I'm an articulate person? With all honesty, I can say that my fondest dream would be to come from a more pure place. I will openly admit that I seriously have nothing to say from the bottom of my soul. Not anymore. Now, see here -- it's not about apathy. I can almost hear your groans, snickers, snorts, whatever. It's just that... I've been on auto-pilot for some days now, and I'm waiting for something more extraordinary than my daily routine to happen before I return with a vengeance. Anyways, going back to me not having anything to say from the bottom of my soul, what I do, instead, is take something I like and repackage it in a slightly different way.

It's not as fulfilling, but it gets the work done.

I'm gonna try sleeping once more... if that doesn't work, I'm going out and buying some cigarettes.

Good night, everybody.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

February Low.

Must say, Valentine's is the most insipid commercial holiday of the year. Aside from the fact that I hardly think that one day out of 365/ 366 is enough to show your loved ones how very special they are, it is also a day dreaded by most singletons. Sure, give us a reason to feel even more bad about ourselves than we usually do.

Another reason to hate Valentine's is the fact that it makes me feel like a complete hypocrite. Whenever I get asked out on a date for Valentine's, I usually give the same answer: "I'm not a fan. Let's not celebrate it." -- only to feel, days later as this pseudo-holiday looms even closer, slightly depressed with being alone. Make a liar out of me, why don't you?

Nevertheless, I do imagine getting slightly contradicting feelings about February 14th. One, of course, is utter superiority as I look at those lovey-dovey couples holding hands as they give in to all of this stupidity. The other, bitter jealousy at not having romantic feelings for another human being of my own.

I don't know... I guess seeing other people so immersed in someone else just reminds me of the fact that I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I ever want that for myself - or even capable of feeling such emotion with another person. But there is that longing for wanting something so bad, you have to get off your ass and do something about it - work hard for it - fight for it- which, as you might have guessed, I have not experienced. Essa Pamandanan, love pariah.

Still, I suppose that Valentine's isn't isolated to significant others, per se. One can celebrate it with various things/ people we love. Even while I write this rant, I know that come February 14th, I'll be spending it with one person who truly is special to me. We will have coffee. We will smoke. We will talk. We will laugh.

Sev, I can hardly wait.

Damn you, St. Valentine.