or also known as the questions you would like to ask the author of this stupid and pathetic blogsite but you felt you'd get a senseless answer anyway so why ask.
i have been asked these questions through emails, chats, phone calls, sms, casual conversations, spontaneous assemblies, press conferences, and the like. i'd try to answer them with as much sense as possible for as long as the question merits it.
q: do you believe in santa claus?
a: no. i'll tell you why in a separate blog entry.
q: given a chance, how would you like to live your life again?
a: exactly the same way... minus 14 years of pain i guess. just kidding.
q: they say rock and roll is the devil's music. do you believe in this?
a: i think jazz is the devil's music. long live john coltraine!
q: do you believe in christmas?
a: no. i think christmas is way too hypothetical for me right now.
q: nora aunor, vilma santos, or sharon cuneta?
a: sharon cuneta forever!
q: what is the sound of one hand clapping?
a: what is the sound of one finger snapping? don't you have other important things to attend to?
q: in your "barkada," who's the most annoying? who's the weirdest?
a: i'm the most annoying because i even annoy myself sometimes. i'm the weirdest because i even freakout myself sometimes.
q: what are you listening to right now?
a: "ages of you" by r.e.m. from the dead letter office album. that plus the tiny voices in my head.
q: do you consider yourself "cool?"
a: define "cool." actually no. i don't. i consider myself as an egomaniacal loser. end of answer.
q: the gadget that's in your wishlist this christmas is?
a: a lot actually. a motorolla mpx. a fender stratocaster or a rickenbacker guitar with matching marshall amps. the most powerful alienware laptop money can buy. and a 60gb ipod. but they will just remain forever as they are, just wishes. anyway, technology's a bitch! (sob)
q: your dream getaway?
a: it'll be raining outside. but i'll be inside a warm and cozy café. with a wide selection of interesting books, free flowing coffee and beer, an unlimited supply of lucky strike filters and ganja, a laptop with internet connection, and an unlimited access to all the music i want. forget the bahamas! i've been living in the tropics all my life for chrissakes!
q: in the next five years, i would have already...
a: ... finished my masters... started looking for another job... started another business... collected enough material for a friggin' self-published book of collected materials... turned 30... added another 30 pounds of dead weight!
q: how do you project yourself to others? in your opinion, what set of imagery do you give them?
a: me? project myself? you serious? i'd worry about my public image when i run for mayor. til then, they can just go ahead and have as much opinion as they want to about who the hell israel fucking buenaobra is.
... to be continued.
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