often motivated by gentle people who, due to having too much time on their hands, seek a window to vent their rambling spirits or just bitch around. It is comforting to note that the words that come out, whether from the lips or the unmanicured fingers, of the accidental siblings are just, well, words. Musings of the unsolitary lover, the (in)sane complaint of the shopping addict, the nostalgia of the balding bachelor, the grief of the old maid, the protestations of the activist wannabe, or the pseudo criticism of a movie fan. All just words trying to find their significance to a once peaceful existence or lack thereof. Perhaps, as we are human beings, and as such, we are social beings, there is always the mood to reach out. It may sound ironically selfish since communicating one's opinion is no better than the doling out of unsolicated and unwelcome advice. However, no matter how self-centric the motives are, the actual "reach-out" does have its own benefits. One, if you agree with the opinion, you can come to a realization that you are not alone with your feelings. Two, if you vehemently disagree with the words, you will have somebody in your imagination, a face to hit with an iron glove. Third, if you strongly disagree, you can turn the opinion slackers into target practice just like what the evil minions of Voldermot(a.ka. Politicians) can do or doing. It is prayed, though, that the third reason should be left out. In short, be a sport. (Or better, write your own blog!)
Nevertheless, we dont think we have pretensions as journalists. Neither do we have the messianic complex of Maria Ressa and her saintly bunch of reporters. No ideas on how to save the Republic. Nor do we intend to head the republic. We are more like dysfunctional misfits who are tired of trying to understand what the f*#! is going on, thus, we just let it rip. Like slam dancing in a mosh pit wherein you do your own thing, arms flailing, not minding if you bloodied somebody, or be bloodied yourself, and go home, if you are lucky, with a toothless grin. Some might say it will be nothing but irresponsible conjectures. I prefer to call it rock and roll. Im pretty sure we are not going to be alone.
Anyhow, this piece was meant to be an introduction. I would leave my accidental sister, Teresa, to write her own. She's the better twin. I dont intend to speak in behalf of her. Besides, she writes better and she'll probably end up booing mine. Woe is me. And that goes to everybody else.
