Lyrics Jenny Dont be Hasty by Paolo Nutini

You said you’d marry me if I was 23
But I’m one that you can’t see if I’m only 18
Tell me who made these rules
Obviously not you
Who are you answering to?

Oh, Jenny don’t be hasty
No, don’t treat me like a baby
Let me take you where you’ll let me
Because leaving just upsets me

I’ll be around again to see the other men
They’re more adequate in the age department
I did not think you cared.
There’d be no problems here
But now you’re looking at me like you’re disgusted
Then I’m definitely waiting for you to smile and change your mind
Then I’ll say I’m sorry and I’ll wrap my arms ’round your body
I really hope that you forgive in a hurry
And don’t just ask me to leave

Oh, Jenny don’t be hasty
Don’t treat me like a baby
Let me take you where you’ll let me
Because leaving just upsets me

Oh, Jenny you are crazy!
First I’m perfect, then I’m lazy
And I was calling you my baby
Now it sounds like you just left me.
And it kills me!

My One Night Stand With Peter Petrelli

He was there, sitting in front of my computer, seemingly waiting for me to wake up – Peter Petrelli, clad in black, pissed.

“Get up, Jack.” He told me.

“Hey aren’t you Peter Petrelli?”

“There’s no time to ask. We have to save the world.”

“Ok, you’re being a bitch.” I responded wanting to give him a whole slew of rants about what I think about actors. But then, the house shook.

“It’s an earthquake,” I told him, and seeing that he’s in front of the window continued, “You cant stay there. If the house falls the shrapnels will kill you.”

(Trivia: I set my bed in the safest corner of the room just in case an earthquake hits while I’m asleep)

“It’s not an earthquake, let’s go!” He said in a nervous voice and started to run.

I tagged along until we reached a tunnel that resembled the Dust 1 Counterstrike map. Peter then told me to take the left path which led to the bomb site. So I did. I moved slowly as I overheard the ticking of a bomb (duh). And Further on, I was able to see it and its guardian, Sylar..

Darn it, these Heroes episodes never run out of twists. Good thing ’twas lunch time.

Turned aback from me, sitting on one of those picnic tables, Sylar was just about to eat his baon. He took a tupperware out of a bag and opened it. He was having rice.

The fast thinking Me immediately ran towards Sylar and pushed his head into the tupperware, pressing it hard intending to suffocate the wretched villain… with rice. (I know. lame.)

Seconds later, Sylar stopped moving. I hanged on just in case he was still alive.

Of course, he was.

“I dont know what you’re trying to achieve with this.” He said.

I realized the sonovabitch cant be killed through natural means and I knew instantly, sharp and fast thinking as always, exposed to the one man that could imperil me with such ginormous pain and suffering, that my only recourse was to run. I lifted Sylars head and snapped it just like they did in those kung fu movies hoping to break his neck. Then I ran as fast as I could knowing none of my TV-learnt tactics could ever work in real life (or, in this case, dream life).

Meeting Peter Petrelli awhile later, I told him that Sylar was after me.

He then replied to my distaste, “Thank you Jack. We had to divert him away from the bomb site so we could save the world.”

That other sonovabitch used me as bait to ..well save the fucking world!?! I could have given Peter another bunch of rants of how this world is unfair and why I choose not to be the nice and angelic soul my mother wanted me to be. But, Peter Petrelli then flew away leaving me behind as Sylar caught up.

“Should I kill you now?” Sylar asked as blood started to drip from my head.

That’s when I woke up to a song I hadn’t played in a long time. Weird.

I Wanna Wring His Neck

There’s something oddly wrong about the title, at least as a statement, and at least in the manner that I encountered it this morning. It came from a guy who sent it to a girl being harassed online, so, my take on it is, that it was only used for the machismo. This statement was also made through an e-mail, so you can tell no wringing of the neck would ever take place.

But where everyone is entitled to their angsts, for me using the word ‘wring‘ only makes one less worthy of it.

To put it in perspective, ‘wring‘ is not an abnormal word for me, but in the instance that you’re called upon to be Prince Charming, when a word has similar meanings as break, twist, wreck, choke and strangle, lame-ass words will do.

And I know… some people are just born with the innate ability to use words that profoundly describe moments or convey emotions, and wringing of necks aren’t at all alien, and conio people abound everywhere; still, using that word wont bring you anywhere near impressive.

At any rate, I think the only thing this statement does is commit you to the word. Now everyone’s waiting for you to do exactly as you described. Unfortunately, it’s false arrogance.

Lesson in the Animal Kingdom: When faced with a tiger, protect your head before your body.

Blog Drop 4: The Pinoy Blog Cast

Blog Drop 4: The Pinoy Blog Caste
An unofficial report on sociological differences
found in the Filipino blogosphere.

1. The Leaders (Kinauukulan) – They are the ones trying to establish blogging as a medium of self-expression in the country. They put up seminars and blog awards. They are grouped in little problogger circles each one thinking how they could maximize their profits from this medium, often through false marketing. Because the bad thing about blogging: you have to help other people before you can be rich.

2. The Elitists – they only relate to people who are within their level, usually the Kinauukulan and the Artistas. They will only link to these people and answer their comments because more than that would be too much for their fingers. They like politics, pets and tennis… others even campaign. They hate punk music.

3. The Artists – or famous people in general. They live their blogging lives exactly like they live it in the reel world – snobbish, pa-cool effect, showbiz answers, always politcally correct. You can almost feel like you’re in a blog pageant (hey what an idea… leaders! let’s have a pageant!)

4. The Artsy-Fartsy – they’re not famous, but they’re great at what they do. Be it singing, dancing, talking, drawing, writing, or taking photos they are hard not to notice. They are also often broke, because those artista’s who dont know anything… took they’re job.

5. The Cool – cool people do what they do best, they chill. They dont try to be politcally correct coz they dont have an image to protect. They also aren’t very good at the things they do, but we love them for their imperfections. We notice them because their articles exude their aura. They know how to smile and treat people, but they stand by their convictions.

6. The Normal – Subjective, normal to me might not be normal for you. If you dont think that you belong to any other, chances are you’re normal.

7. The UnCool – we all are not perfect, so in some ways we can be uncool. But these guys have too much testosterone going on… these are the ones who always resort to cyber bullying or those who comment on one’s blog to insult.

8. The UnNoticed – They are cool but nobody cares about them, specially the leaders. That’s because the leaders first need to earn from them before they begin recognizing them. They must first buy hosting, or become an affiliate, or at least get them to do their design. They should also register for the next Philippine blog awards even if we know that they wouldn’t win.

9. The Indifferent – They exist only for themselves. They do not answer questions, they do not link, they do not reach out to their fellow bloggers. They stay in their hermit caves writing, baking, looking away from the silly little blog hoppers that come their way.

10. The Zombies – You dont know who they are, but they’re there. They go around asking people to check on their articles which are often about Real Estate, Porn, Google Adsense, Free Emoticons or Mesothelioma.

End notes:
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