“And now I’m going to say something corny, thanks to you for being such an appreciative audience. Now here’s another song about killing yourself.” - Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails/HongKong

Angst is a word you pick up in Philo 101 in college. A catchall term you use for all the frustration you feel when you can’t score a date, when you’re broke and when you’re flunking your subjects. Now like all proper “angst-ridden” teenagers, you have to have a soundtrack to your pitiful, despicable existence. Back in my day you could listen to Linger by the Cranberries, Minsan by the Eraserheads, Silent all these Years by Tori Amos. I listened to all of them. And I also listened to Nine Inch Nails.

Nothing beat NIN when it comes to pained, angry songs. Perfect accompaniment to those rainy nights of doom and gloom.

College was a silly time. You think you had big-ass problems. But wait ’til you graduate sonny-boy, the real misery is yet to begin.

What’s your soundtrack when you wallow in misery?

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Never really was an RnB fan but put up to the task, we can’t help but deliver.

Here’s the clip.

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Over my seven-year career as a wedding videogrpaher, I’ve had my share of cancelled weddings.

The knee-jerk reaction of course is - Damn! What a wasted oppurtunity to make moolah!
The jerk reaction being - Hmm! I wonder what the inside scoop is?

Upon closer analysis you find that the reasons behind wedding cancellations are grave and run deep. I mean, who cancels weddings? It’s the stuff of soaps and hysterics of campy b-list actresses. Not.

You realize that there are pretty darn good reasons why the wedding must not push through. Incompatibility and infidelity not the least of them.

And if you look way way past the wasted effort and energy in the planning, the money lost on non-refundable deposits and the embarassment wrought upon the parties involved, you heave a sigh of relief because at least, at least!, man and woman called it quits before they got around to being called man and wife. Perhaps a brief period of “kahihiyan” (great embarassment) in exchange for a lifetime of wedded misery. A good trade I suppose.

I have this question on my long running FAQ page…

Is the person I’m going to marry truly the person for me?
I’m really not the person to ask, but if you insist… You know he/she is the right one if you can freely fart a loud squishy one in front of him/her without getting embarrassed.

The moral? There is none. Just think hard and deep before taking the plunge.

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