halaghag

moving on

2009-02-21T17:22:00.003+08:00

it just died i think...
after spending almost five years of my life with the same person that i thought would be my life long partner, it just ended.
it hurts big time i know, the only comforting thought about it though is that i was not the one who did the damage, which also quite sucks i guess. heheh!
anyways, enough of the pining, through with that. as a true gentleman (or so i thought) i just let the situation go through. there's no way i can fight what destiny has set. i'm still alive and that is the most wonderful thing i am most thankful of. no ill feelings, it's just part of being an imperfect human being, you get to hurt once in a while, or more often. it's not a new concept, there are a lot of people hurting the world over. and i'm sure that there are far more people whos going through worse situations than i do. and moping? what's the use, everyone must be a fighter, no more sissies.
the only good thing about break-ups is that it toughens you, you must only recognize the positivity it brings you. sure, you love the other human being you spent most of your time adoring, but if it has to end--it has to end. no ifs, no buts, no nothing. ending a relationship can be the most empowering situation a human being can go through. imagine it as a navy S.E.A.L.S. training, after you've recovered you are a whole lot better person than you were before. the only people i know that carry grudges over break-ups are the saddest people i've met. they blame themselves everything that went wrong, and cannot get over it. these people are those who can't soar because they harbor heavier emotional baggages than they can handle. blah!

life is too short to be sad...
the world is unfair so let it be, you can't argue with fate.
just keep on standing because it is the most beautiful gift you can give yourself. cry if you want to, but be quick about it. just let life bring you all the lemons, and make lemonade for the whole world. i believe that we humans must be the bravest survivors in the entire universe, and we all have to continue on surviving the harshest situation life has to offer.
just keep on believing,
keep on living,
and keep on loving,
even if it hurts big time.

the drama queen kills the cheerleader mom

2008-08-21T14:07:00.001+08:00

Anaphora of Hate

2008-06-16T17:40:00.004+08:00

a couple or more years back i wrote a little piece called "Anaphora of Hate". a handful of people might've read it, because i also included it in my mockazine "Jack". the peice is inspired by everything i hate during those times, and by a lot of things i was currently reading those times, plus the fact that i hate myself. here is the original text of that piece, if you're interested...

I hate Christmas, it just reminds me that I’m poor and have nothing to spend. But then again, Jesus was born poor; he was born in a manger.

I hate mornings. The sun hurts my eyes and I want to sleep ‘til noon, but I have to work and wake up early.

I hate to hear complains except my own. I hate it when people walk around doing this and that. I hate it when they make you feel useless and whine that they can’t get any help from you.

I hate cold, limp French fries and melted ice cream, but I still eat them even if they’re cold, limp or melted. I hate warm beers and glacial coffee.

I hate it want someone is so greedy they want everything for themselves. I hate it when people regard you as their slaves like you’re part of their property. They make you do all the things that they should be doing and then act like they have done you a big favor by making you a useful person.

I hate it when your neighbors and relatives meddle with your own affairs. They closely guard you and see what you’ve done or if you’re doing anything at all. They’d spread word that you just bum around the house, and what a very useless piece of junk you are. I hate it when your kin act as if they’re concerned with your welfare, but the truth is that they can’t wait to see you torment and decompose. I hate it when the very person that destroys you is one of you.

I hate it when you ant to be left alone then all the people around you become nosy. I hate nosy people, why can’t they just mind their own businesses? I hate people who barge into someone else’s private and personal life yet they can’t get their own lives straight.

I hate it when somebody eyes you with suspicion as if every move you make would violate the Ten Commandments, or the Family Code or even the Laws of Gravity. They’d act like they’re some kind of living saint, pointing out to you that you’re doing something wrong. You can’t accuse them of anything or tell them all the things they’ve done (or doing) is wrong. Because by then you’d be the one who’d appear to be a saint.

I hate it when you’ve got everything well planned then something, or worse, everything goes wrong. That’s the thing about life, when you’ve got everything well figured out the wires short circuit, go bonkers and blow up.

I hate it when you’ve got to work early in the morning and you can’t sleep because of insomnia. I hate it when you’re in a bad mood, wallowing in pain, or if you got up on the wrong side of the bed and people ask you what’s wrong. They’d tell you you’re not like that because you are a sunny, happy and funny person. FUCK! Don’t have I the right to feel bad? Do I have to always crack jokes, laugh and smile perpetually? Hell! I’m made of flesh and blood and not with sugar and cream.

I hate it when the things you believe in are the same things that would make you cynical. I hate it when life drags you by the hair and pull you, yank you to the ground, swing you in the air, wag you around and just throw you inside a pit.

I hate it when you’ve learned to like somebody and suddenly they have to go away. I hate it when you have to part ways with somebody you have learned to love. I hate goodbyes and to avoid it I should learn not to “say hello”.

I hate it when you learn that you are the same person you despise. I hate it when people seem to like you but really doesn’t. They hate your guts and just pretend that they like you. There’s nothing more I hate than phoniness and hypocrisy.

I hate it when your hopes are fading and soon you won’t have any to hold on to. It’s like walking in a long, cold, soggy, dark tunnel and there’s no light at the end of it. What’s worse is that you have reached the end and there’s a grate made of thick metal—you can’t get out. You can’t go back neither because you are lost, you are trapped!

I hate it when your time is running out and you still haven’t accomplished anything. You’re still thinking of what to do when the bell rings and you have to show your work. And all you’ve got is a blank sheet of paper.

I hate it when people judge you by your looks, the clothes that you wear, your educational attainment, people you hang out with, the schools you’ve attended, the things you own, the people you know… and regard you as an incompetent. I hate prejudgment, I hate stigma. I hate it when they do that because it lowers down one’s self-esteem further down below zero degrees. I hate it when life gives you a good time for two minutes, and give you hell for a millennium. I hate it when time goes by so fast when you’re enjoying and really slow when you’re waiting.

I hate it when I feel good about myself then by the time I look in the mirror the illusion shatters as the mirror does. I hate looking in mirrors because it just reminds me how bad I look, and every time I look in all I see is the face of a loser.

I hate it when you have to be civilized around people you abominate. You just want to run screaming because you can’t contain your fury anymore. I hate it when you can’t express what’s on your mind because people just might hate you. But then again, who are they anyway?

I hate it when people abuse you because you are generous to a fault, which makes you a stupid idiot. I also hate it when some people have much more than they need and some have none—like myself. I hate it when the bad ones prosper and the good ones suffer. You’ve worked hard and fair, you tried your best to be good and do no harm to your fellowmen, and those who do the exact opposite are the ones who prosper.

I hate myself sometimes, actually, most of the time because I’m such a sore loser.

I hate being called nice because I know that I’m not. And I hate it when people seem nice to me just because they feel that it’s their moral obligation. You are not obliged to be good to me. I would prefer to be smashed on the head than to be smiled at if that’s what you truly want to do. You can be honest with me because I really couldn’t stand hypocrisy.

I hate Barney, the purple dinosaur. If ever I have kids I wouldn’t let them watch any of those videos.

I hate being asked why am I like this and that. I don’t have to explain myself. Hell! I couldn’t comprehend what’s going on inside my brain, what makes you think you can?

I hate Pepsi blue soda. I don’t believe that it’s cola, 7-up with blue coloring maybe, I am a Coke addict.

I hate basketball.

I hate it when people tell me “I’d call you later” and they don’t. don’t say that you’d call if you wouldn’t. I understand that I’m not a priority, but please understand that I’m expecting a call from you because you said you would call. I don’t mind the wait, I just really hate it when people make me wait on false hopes.

I hate prudes. I hate to be branded. I hate to be compared to anybody, I am my own self. And be fair, the other person might be insulted to be compared to a loser like me.

I’m tired of hating but I can’t help it, because there’s not much things for me to love anymore.

scatter brain

2008-05-22T20:18:00.001+08:00

after a long week, and after someone has left, back to normal.
hahahahahha!!!!

'kala mo propeysyunal!

2008-04-02T18:36:00.003+08:00

the throbbing stops
after a succession
of blows you get tired
you lose consciousness
then you
will wake up again,
you're still you...
except for some bruises
except for the shame
you're still you
after all of these
you're still you
except that you will
never again look
someone straight
in the eye.
but you're still you

after everybody regarded
you as a scum
you're still you
except that now
they will spit on you,
but you're still you

no one recognizes you
anymore
but you're still you
despite all the dirt
all the stink
and all the shame

you're still you...

2008-04-01T17:01:00.001+08:00

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MESSAGE IN A BEER BOTTLE POISON IN A PACK

2008-04-01T16:31:00.003+08:00

i wrote this piece a couple of years back, back when i was still a
very stupid moron. now i know better, and so much happier with
my life. the charcters i've been with in the past may have a miserable
life, and i couldn't care less...

AS THE EMBER FLICKER IN A SAD GLOW
OF POISON, THE SMOKE RISES ENTERING
MY LUNGS; FILLING IT WITH MEPHITIC
ESSENCE. AND VILE NOTIONS CONJURE
TO COME IN.
A THOUSAND SPENT FILTERS PILE, LIKE
MOUNTAINS OF FIBER CLOTHED IN RED
PAPER TUBES--ASHES FOR A HEAD
AS THE STICK SLOWLY BURN TO THE END
THE GRIM COLLECTS WHAT IS DUE:
A SECOND, A MINUTE, AN HOUR OR A DAY
THE PINKISH SOFT MASS IN MY SKULL
BLACKENS WITH SMOKE, BURNING HOLES
IGNITING NEURONS MAKING IT NUMB

INVISIBLE POISON AMALGAMATED WITH
THE SPIRIT OF VOLATILE ANAESTHETIC ALCOHOL
RENDERS MY CEREBRATION DEAD OF
SENSATION AND LOGICAL CLARITY.
WHERE SHOULD I LAY DOWN NOW?
MY BED IS UNMADE, AND FULL OF VOMIT
THE MIXTURE IS MAKING MY TONGUE THICK

AND MY HANDS TREMBLE TO A SICKENING DEGREE
EACH STEP I TAKE IS A TANGO IN TUNE
WITH DIZZINESS AND NAUSEA
NEON SIGNS PASS BY LIKE FIREFLIES
IN RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC IN THE MORNING
I SHOULDN'T HAVE DROWNED MY HEARTACHE
I SHOULDN'T HAVE PUNISHED MYSELF
BELIEVING THAT THE PAIN WOULD GO AWAY
OR THAT MY HEART WOULD BE NUMB JUST
LIKE MY BRAIN, AND MY TONGUE
THE DEMONS ARE AROUND ME NOW, GRINNING
AND LAUGHING AT MY STUPID BEHAVIOR
THEIR I-TOLD-YOU-SO'S ECHOING LOUDLY
I CAN FEEL NOW THE NICOTINE AND
THE ALCOHOL BURN MY STOMACH AND MY SKULL
MY CEREBRUM SENDING GARBLED MESSAGES,
TWISTED IMAGES PARADE BEFORE MY BLURRY EYES
YOU ARE STILL THERE; STARING AT ME, MOCKING ME.
YOU REMIND ME OF MY MISERY,
SQUEEZING MY HEART
EXTRACTING BLOOD, TURNING THAT MUSCLE INTO
A PULP OF ARTERIES AND VEINS
I WOULD STILL WAKE UP IN THE MORNING,
THE ALCOHOL WOULD VANISH AND THE SMOKE
WOULD LEAVE MY LUNGS GRAY AND UNHEALTHY
THE HANGOVER WOULD BE GONE AFTER I TAKE A BATH

BUT THE PAIN IN MY HEART WOULD REMAIN
LIKE A SCAR ON MY SKIN, LIKE A BRUISE
ON MY FOREHEAD, LIKE THE MOLE ON MY NECK
YOUR FACE IS TATTOOED ON MY MIND
AND CANNOT BE ERASED BY THE SUBSTANCE,
THE POISON THAT I TAKE...

TEMPORAL

2008-04-01T16:23:00.004+08:00

AS ELECTRIC PULSES THROB IN THE BRAIN
SIGNALS OF PAIN ARE BLOCKED AT EVERY NERVE ENDING
LETHAL SUBSTANCES SURFING IN MY BLOODSTREAM
TRIGGERS CONVULSIONS, TREMORS SO INTENSE
IF MY MORTAL BODY SURPASSES ALL OF THESE
AND TRANSCEND THE PANGS OF FLESH EATERS
I WOULD PUT ON MY WINGS BACK
AND DREAM IN BLACK AND WHITE

our lives... the ultimate beauty pageant.

2008-03-18T18:22:00.003+08:00

we are all here, compelled to show how big our dicks are, and how much jizz we can load out our cannons. that's the matter with life. life is a big fucking beauty contest, a wrong grammar would earn you shame, but would leave a very large dent in everybody's scrambled brains.
the thing is every moment of our lives is patterned after a song, a movie or a tv show, not the other way around. there's this irritable force that pushes us to hear the original motion picture soundtrack everytime our existence takes a plunge, or a leap whatever the case maybe. and the worst part is that every zit faced teener with bangs covering half of their faces would regard his/herself as the "emo" demigod!!!! whoa, man! i think that 90% of all these "emo" fanatics are virtually clueless of what their idols are wailing about, it's just hormones man, major big fucking hormones. after a couple of years you'd outgrow it.
everyone in the workforce makes a fuss of who they are wearing, it's a sick thing of bothering yourself if the shirt on your back appears in the latest glossy. sick!sick!sick! please don't give a fuck if the people in the MRT would project you as someone fashionable, nyuck!!! as far as i'm concerned everybody wants to be different which makes a full circle turn and they all end up exactly just like everybody else. all these "differently clothed" pa-cool, cigarette-smoking, uber-hangin
call center "ooh-i'm-so-good-at-speaking-english-i-don't-even- understand-what-i-say"
agents, are the perfect example that one cannot display intelligence and taste just by having an american twang, and by wearing ivy-leagueish vests in this hot, tropical country!
everybody here wears havaianas "flip-flops" because everybody thinks that it's the ultimate-syosyal tsinelas. tough luck i'm not wearing a pair, and never in my dreams would i... my beachwalk tsinelas(es) are the best damn thing since sliced kamote.

lubao sunset

2008-03-13T20:20:00.005+08:00

for more than three years i have been living in lubao pampanga, and one of the things that i love about this place is the sunset. i have never experienced sunsets this serene in my whole life. it may not be as postcard-perfect as manila bay sunsets, but seeing the sun retreat behind the zambales mountain range somehow washes all your day's burden. the sight of carabaos parading down the dirt road after a hard day's work in front of their barefooted masters gives you a feeling that you're in an amorsolo painting. the oranges and reds and violets and blues makes me think that they are masterfully painted by the DIVINE MASTER. it is a pity that people who have lived all their lives here miss the beauty of the sunset. maybe they are so consumed by their worries, and all. i wish that people would start to see everything with awe, that everyday is a manifestation of small miracles and that the most beautiful things in this world are not found in things that are bought with legal tender.
these beautiful sunsets remind me that it may be dark soon but light promises to appear the next day, and that the thin line between light and dark can be the most beautiful thing a person can experience. it maybe figurative and all, but i would like to believe that it is literal too. i may not be a poet but the rhythm of the unspoken and unwritten are at work in the beautifully painted sky of a lubao sunset.

2008-02-26T20:24:00.002+08:00

take off dried wound crusts to help you feel the pain, cry and be hurt it won't hurt you more.

a bozo's creed

2007-11-05T13:10:00.000+08:00

i believe in the most basic human upliftment. i believe that there is a force far more than a mortal mind can comprehend. i believe that tomorrow is another day, and that yesterday is gone forever. the only day that matters is today, the things you do today are what makes you who you are, and who you'll be. think of the consequences of your actions, the things you do will affect everyone else someway or another. i believe that the world is a series of domino effects, we don't live just for ourselves. i believe there's a line, and you have to fall in it. i believe in words i can't even pronounce, because the heart comprehends things beyond words. i believe that whatever comes around goes around, what goes up must come down it's not philosophical it's just the way it is. i believe that every dog has its day, and although i am not a pooch my day will come, it's not for me to know when but every atom in my mortal body tells me it's near. i believe that a smile goes a mile and a deed of kindness can circle the earth twelve times. if you smile at people they get this sort of good feeling about themselves, and even if your teeth is as bad as mine it really is better to smile. i believe that life is a field trip and not a marathon, that it's a hit or miss thing, it doesn't come with an owner's manual, you just have to try anything, if it fails you can try again till it works out well, but if it doesn't then try another. i believe that we should leap and hope that we'll fly, 'cause if we don't hope we'll just fall flat. we'll fall flat anyway but the faith we have that we'll fly makes us different from rocks. i believe that there's a child in all of us, and that we should nourish it for us to really live, because i also believe that living true and life in general is best seen through the eyes of a child. i believe that whatever bad you're going through will pass, and that behind every dark cloud there's a silver lining. i believe that you should believe in yourself, 'cause no matter what other people say the only genuine faith you'll have for yourself must come from you. and no one else knows how you feel, and how you should feel except you. i believe that looks can be deceiving, and that we really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. i believe that sometimes stupid things are genius. and that people shouldn't try to act so genius if they aren't, it's more stupid. i believe that if we think we can, then we can. it is true that the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. the only, and greatest enemy is yourself, so you should conquer it. the little voices inside you that says you can't is always wrong, so don't listen; or you could listen, but never ever believe that you can't.

i believe that you should drink at least eight glasses of water a day, it makes your skin healthy, and your insides clean. water does wonders, and it is always good. i believe that we shouldn’t play with fire, literally and figuratively ‘cause we’ll burn sooner or later—literally and figuratively. i believe that life goes on after everything tragic that happens to you, I believe that there are more tragic things that will happen than happy things. imagine if it were christmas everyday, it’ll just be agonizingly boring. i believe that if you believe hard enough then all your beliefs would be true, the brain is the most powerful muscle in the human body, if you just put your mind to it then it’ll just follow. so don’t think that you’re ugly or fat, trust me you are not that ugly and fat. i believe that we are all made of starstuff, i read it somewhere, which lead me to believe that i have some stuff in me that came from a supernova, and someday i’ll be one too.

i believe that there are three kinds of people, the evil, the good and the in-between. the evil ones and the good ones each constitute a percent of the whole population and 98 percent are the in-betweens, that’s why whatever we do is important because whatever our acts be adds up to the balance of the two opposing forces.

i believe that everything will come to an end, some good things never last, and this too shall pass. i believe that i’m in agony right now, but because of the aforementioned belief

i believe that i would laugh at this misery by the time i tell my grandchildren about it…

recently unemployed

2007-11-02T13:41:00.000+08:00

after the recent all saint's day holiday i was greeted with the news that i am now unemployed!
hurray!!!!
yeah, i was being sarcastic with that hurray.
it sucks to be unemployed; and no i wasn't fired, for the record. the news came to me that the higher echelons decided to discontinue my team for no reason at all. these people are really unreadable...
and now i'm waiting for the third blow of badluck... first, my mother lost the recent baranggay elections, and also for the record she was not cheated. and she's not bitter about it, we're both unemployed now, sweet!
my partner gave me assurance that everything will be alright, i hope so. i really hope so, i was enjoying my work before this bad news came. who wouldn't enjoy working for a porn company, huh!
too bad i was one of the three guys they decided not to be absorbed by the other company, oh well...
now what do i do? i don't have a degree, i am not fit for any work and i have a lot of bills to pay, inconsiderate shits....
guess i just have to wait what destiny and fate would present at my feet, it really sucks!!!!
that is why i really hate christmas... aaaarrrrggggghhhhh!!!!

trip down memory lane, habang kumakain ng choc nut, umiinom ng hi-c at nanonood ng saturday fun machine

2007-06-23T16:05:00.000+08:00

nakakalungkot na yung mga bata ngayon pag sabado mall lang ang nasa isip... patay na yung sabado na masaya...
nung bata ako, which is a very long time ago i always look forward to saturdays because of saturday fun machine and uncle bob's lucky seven club.
yun, paggising manonood lang ng mga cartoons na walang kamunduhan at less violence. those were the days where superheroes are just plain good, walang mga dark past, walang conflict of interest, walang internal o emotional struggle ang mga bida. basta pag bida mabait, pag kontrabida bad!
superfriends, great space coaster, space ghost, punky brewster, mightor, thundercats, gummy bears, comic strip (camp mini-mon, karate cat, streetfrogs, tigersharks), popeye... haaay, nakaka-miss. naalala ko pa na gustong-gusto ko maging centurion (power extreme!) e member ng M.A.S.K., o bionic six.
simple lang ang buhay, pagkatapos ng saturday cartoons either we'd watch eat bulaga, or play outside, taguan, patintero, luksong-tinik/baka, tumbang preso, moro-moro, mataya-taya, monkey-annabelle(monkey monkey/annabelle/how many monkeys did you see...), langit-lupa (langit lupa/ impyerno/ im...im... impyerno...), mangga-mangga (mangga-mangga/ hinog ka na ba?/ oo,oo hinog na ako...), mother may i?, pepsi-seven up. walang PSP, nintendo DS, walang ipod, walang pc, walang cellphone. kung gusto mong kontakin yung kalaro mo pipito ka lang, o kaya papalakpak. pwede ka rin magbigay ng secret message, isusulat mo lang sa coupon bond pero ang tinta mo katas ng kalamansi, tapos paplantsahin ng kalaro mo para lumabas yung secret message...
mga idol namin noon hindi artista, mga superheroes... superman, super islaw, mga g.i. joe. wala kaming pakialam sa mga artista noon, at wala rin kaming balak mag-artista noon. di tulad ng mga bata ngayon ang ultimate dream lang ay maging artista! wala rin kaming malisya sa katawan noon, kahit mga hubo kaming maglaro sa ulan walang kantiyawan, di tulad ngayon, mga hindi pa tuli nanliligaw na...
maiisip mo, cheap thrills lang kami, but i had the most wonderful childhood, i am grateful that i grew up when technology hasn't eaten the purest happiness a child could get. di pa kami dependent sa technology, simple lang yung buhay. kahit brownout o walang load masaya pa rin kami. the most wonderful things that brought me happiness as a child wasn't bought in a mall, and it may be outdated but it still makes me smile until now, di tulad ng linumang 5110, wala nang kwenta ngayon (at libo pa ang binayaran mo nung una mong binili para mauna ka)
when i become a father i promise to protect my child from technology, it might be inevitable, pero sisiguraduhin ko na yung pagiging bata nya, magiging sing saya ng pagiging bata ko.

litany of why

2007-06-12T00:24:00.000+08:00

why is it that the other line moves faster than the one you're in? why does time fly so fast when you're enjoying, and excruciatingly slow when you're waiting? why can't you sleep if you have to wake up early the next morning? why is grimace a mascot for mcdonald's eh, wala namang halaya dun??? why does it rain when someone has to be buried? do the heavens mourn over the dearly departed? why is it bad for the bride to try the wedding dress on before the wedding? why do people who hustle other people get rich,while the ones who play it fair can't make both ends meet? where is this thing called universal retribution? but i still do believe in karma, it may not have DSL speed, but i know it will come their way... what goes around comes around. why do bats sleep upside down, giraffes standing up, and fishes with their eyes open? why do you have to regret "after" and not "before"? and why do you still have to do it, when inthe back of your head you know that it's all futile? why is the grass greener on the other side? why can't sheep drink on a running brook? why did the titanic sink if it were "unsinkable"? why is superman wearing his jocks over his tights? why can't lois lane see that clark kent and superman are one and the same? for fuck's sake try putting glasses on superman,lady... why do clocks go clockwise instead of otherwise? why do i still have to brush my teeth if i'd lose them anyway? why can't elephants fly? buti na lang, imagine-in mo kung dumapo sa'yo yun...why is the sea salty? why is it blue, and why can't you sing underwater? why do i still keep on hanging despite the most incredible odds that i'd make it? why do i content myself with being just a loser? why can't i be proud of something? and why do we have to please people who are complete assholes themselves?....

nauseaous

2007-06-02T18:43:00.000+08:00

whenever i meet somebody i haven't seen for a while the conversation would most likely be like this:

Q: uy, kamusta na?...
Ako: ayos naman....
Q: sa'n ka ngayon? dun pa rin?
Ako: hindi na, sa herrera...
Q: a call center?...
Ako(in my head): hindi jakol center!

all these people think i work for a call center... hell!
i used to apply to almost every call center there is but they always turn me down because i lack formal education. opo mga kababayan, di po ako nakatuntong ng kolehiyo. and now, i gave up trying to be a twang-ed, chuck taylor-clad, id-dangling, "different" dressing call center agent.there's nothing wrong with being one, i know it's one of the most lucrative jobs there is (kaya ko nga gustong pumasok dun eh), but too bad for me they wouldn't take me. haaay...kaya yan, i ended up being a porn reviewer... hehehehehe, mas masaya naman ang trabaho, less stress at higit sa lahat puro BOLD!!!! i used to work in the land of concrete castles where armies and hundredfolds of call center agents work, kaya siguro lagi akong napapagkamalan na ganun... but now i work at home, masaya kasi sa bahay lang ako... malungkot lang kasi di makalabas dahil sa trabaho.

i admire, if not envy these brilliant call center agents because of their uncanny ability to sound like they grew up in Bush-land, sana lang hindi hanggang sa bus, o sa carinderia dinadala nila...
and they have this weird tendency of discriminating people who can't comprehend what the hell they are saying. it's sad because a lot of these yabang dudes would speak in twang while buying a stick of yosi at the corner vendor. haay! yan po mga kaibigan kong magsasaka minamaliit po nila tayong mga hindi agad naiintindihan ang mga sobrang SLENG (sic) nilang pananalita.

call center agent: a pa' o' ma'bo' ligh's please?
manong vendor: ...ano po ser?
call center agent: 'a mean ma'bo' ligh's... (and gestures cigarette smoking)
manong vendor: ahhh, ano po HOPE?

nice one manong!

flash games

2007-06-02T16:14:00.000+08:00

sa hirap ng buhay ngayon, lahat ng tao kailangan ng outlet... at ito ang ilan na magandang pagbuhusan ng galit kung:

1. iritado ka na sa kakatrabaho
2. iritado ka na sa kinanginang boss mo
3. iritado ka na sa putanginang mga katrabaho mo
4. iritado ka na nga sa trabaho, pag-uwi mo pa iritado ka rin sa bahay
5. iritado ka na sa buhay mo
6. wala ka lang magawa

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anaphora of hate

2007-05-26T14:06:00.000+08:00

i hate barney the purple dinosaur. i hate being fat, although i am, ergo i hate myself.
i hate the fact that i am un-educated, and i hate regretting that i never had a formal college education. i hate pink, and all these people who put their collars up. i hate wailing kids in the mall, why can't their mothers make them stop. i hate the fact that everybody in the government are at the form of pouncing each others neck just to be on top, makes me think of the tears for fears song everybody wants to rule the world. i hate being an asshole, and being a loud mouth, but i can't help it. i hate basketball, really i do. i even hate sports.
i hate people who think that they know everything, yet they don't. it's not a problem if they'd just shut-up and make everybody else's ears less polluted, but no! they'd go on and on and on... i hate people who act like lambs in front of other people as if we can't sense that you're such a mess. i hate people who complain a lot, although they can't help it 'cause the Lord God made them that way. i hate social climbers and gold diggers, aaarrrrggghhhh!!!! para silang mga langaw na nakatuntong sa kalabaw, tapos tingin nila sa sarili nila mas mataas pa sila sa kalabaw. i hate motorcycles with their stereos blaring loud annoying music.
i hate nosy people, they follow your every move as if you're the star of your own telenovela...
nosy: san ka galing?
you: dyan lang po...
nosy: bakit di mo ata kasama si ...ano?....
you: ah, nasa kanila po....
nosy: di pa ba kayo kasal? di pa ba sya buntis?.....
you: "tang ina mo, tumigil ka na, ayusin mo muna yung kinanginang buhay mo bago mo ko pakialaman!!!!"

don't you hate it too? why can't these people just mind their own fucking bussinesses? i really hate 'em. i hate call center agents who talk with a twang outside of their offices....
call enter agent: uhhhm... coul' you like... um give me a bowl o' rice and some por'chop ?
tindera: ilang kanin po, sir?
call center agent: uhm, like two, and please add some o' tha' "kesyap"...how much 's tha'?
tindera: kwarenta po, sir.
call center agent: owkei! here, wai' i think i ha' some coins he', he' yah gow!

haaynaku!!! kinanginang buhay yan!!! pati nga sa pag-para eh..... "pawa poh!"

TANG INA!!!
siyet!

eleksyon

2007-05-26T14:00:00.001+08:00

patapos na ang bilangan, at ang nanalo, ang mga mamamayan ng gen san.

buhay ng isang porn reviewer

2007-05-26T13:53:00.000+08:00

endangered species na ngayon ang porn reviewer ng 'pinas, bakit? dahil sa freelance nga kami pero sumusunod pa rin kami sa wisyo ng mga amo namin... haaayyyy!!!
di man nga ganun kalaki yung sweldo ok na rin, lalo na sa katulad kong di man lang nakatuntong ng college...
haaaayyy!!!!
ganun talaga. sa pinas ka nakatira eh...
sa pinas na walang gobyerno,
ano kamo?
anong meron?
wala tayong gobyerno, yung mga taong nakikita nyo mga characters lang yun sa telenovela na ang pamagat ay
"the Republic of the Philippines"

bahay ni halaghag

2004-11-10T21:19:00.000+08:00

ano'ng tinitingin-tingin mo dyan?