F*ck You by Lily Allen

This song, I wholeheartedly offer to all

"blind" pedicab drivers

tiger look sales ladies

insensitive jeepney passengers

insensitive train riders

cashiers who will always ask for loose change

phone-in customer service that will take transactions like forever

people who will stop and chat in a walk way

people who will stop at the escalator entry step point

people who smoke while walking

people who smoke on public utility transport

people who smoke in a non-smoking area

politicking politicians

acting actresses and actors

a coffee that is not black

plurk haters

twitter abusers

people who don't read this blog

people who doesn't have a problem

taxi drivers who will beg/ask/force you for additional 30 bucks

to frank callers

to those who texts with mixed fonts

to those who wear green skinnies

to those who drive a Porsche

to those misspells the first letter of my name with a P

to you who feels you matter to this world like air and water

and to myself whenever i feel like turning to the other side.

Here's Lily Allen

and her song.

VIDEO NOT SUITED FOR PEOPLE BELOW THE LEGAL AGE.

EXPATRIATES NOT OFW

In an article published yesterday by Philippine Daily Inquirer, our president worded out that we shall tag our fellows working abroad as Expatriates and not Overseas Filipino Workers (OFW). This move largely banks on the fact that Filipinos working abroad are in fact skilled workers earning substantial amount of money defined by different currencies which gives them the capability to become the most potent back bone of the Philippine economy mostly because of their dollar remittances.

Dangling across this move is the issue of the BBC show “Harry and Paul” episode wherein a Filipina maid was subliminally characterized as a sex slave. This episode was condemned by many Filipinos and I am joining that list. British government said that the so-called “freedom of expression” in the show is no longer a hand towel touch matter of the government. According to them, Filipinos play large contributions to Britain society highlighting their roles in scientific and service sectors.

TV programs especially comedy skits largely gain viewership because of the entertainment values on it-Entertainment that can be done through witty scripts or simple uncanny human acts. Comedy shows can be a no-brainer boob tube thread at times, and we are all aware about this. Including Filipino race or any other race on a comedy skit to bring in significant stimuli for laughs is clearly and utterly unacceptable. We need not spell out the word respect for this, right?

My father has been working for a foreign land for quite a long time now. I am a proud son of a man who sacrificed his comfort zone just to make greater earnings for his family. I hope people from other lands will acknowledge this kind of scenarios. I also hope that Filipina women can redeem their character in the world because they are by all definitions, more than just a beautiful face.

Sunday And My Attitude

Last Sunday, mom and I had the chance to go to church together after weeks of my church hiatus. Oh well, it was because she spent going to church with my sister and my nephews Sean and Santino for like many weeks. So there it was, we arrived 10 minutes before the mass starts do I took time to send my special prayers for special people who need it.

Then the mass started. It was smooth until a family came with 3 “caffeine-induced like energy” kids. I swear, they were all over the place. Not to be rude or judging, but they obviously smell incredibly foul. “tumatambay sa ilong!” When I thought the agony is done, a group sat on the back area half way through within the mass- Three not so fit women chatting like they brought coffee cups and curling irons inside the church. I felt rude eavesdropping but I think it was not eavesdrop at all thinking that their mouth volumes were very symmetrical to that rate you need in public speaking in front of a gazillion deaf people. Imagine the forces of these two crowds, my mom and I were left with the choice of pretending like we understood the homily.

Sunday mass is very sacred for me. It’s the time when I try my very best to pay attention and avoid day dreaming. I dress my best and I put up my most polite manner whenever I step into the church grounds. I hope that people will do the same. Not that Im placing myself like Im the nicest Sunday school boy, all I am asking for is respect for the mass. Its enough that the Catholic religion has been thrown so many stones on the undergoing, let us try to prove it all wrong.

NOTE: THE PHOTO DOES NOT SHOW THE REAL CHARACTERS IN THIS POST.

Why so Serious?

I know how you people find your Fridays. You see it as the time to finally cap off a week of hard works. It is the day that the Lord has made for your gimmick entourage. I know, you will always say “Thank God it’s Friday.” But forgive me if ill spoil this day for you. For I still work during Saturdays, I have to mess up with your TGIF! Nah, just playing here. Well, I have encountered some very disturbing news last night. I can’t help but blabber them out here and just let my mind flow with rants and rants and yes, more rants.

Let’s start with the fact that “BER” months are fast approaching. We all know how we consider this season so special. It’s that season of the year when the climate starts to be a little colder and the daytime starts to be a little shorter. And yes, we are all looking forward to that Christmas celebration again. Christmas as I have mentioned a gazillion times in this blog, is my favorite holiday. I would really rally it all out just to make sure I and my family will have a great Christmas season. But, hey there goes this “Engk!” moment. The government is predicting a “money-less” Christmas described by a not so glorious celebration. The blame is directed to poor economy caused by the great delay in producing the 2008 budget. The release took place May, so many government projects were delayed.

Oh no Im not done yet. Heard about House Bill 3655? If not, well let me fill you in. This bill will basically make way for political parties mount their campaigns with the use of public funds. Yes, you got it right! Tax payers will BURDEN the funds of some people who hope to be granted a seat in the government. Heard about the “corruption” school of thought? Well, this is the blunt face of it.

Just to add toppings to this bad news, many people left us these past few days; Zorayda, the well known comedienne with that “famous face”. Ely Buendia’s mom also passed away and Senator Mirriam Defensor’s mother left her too. To all these souls, my prayers are with you. Why should I mention these? I can’t find any good way to end this set of bad news, so please take this as an acceptable ending.

An Open Letter to a Bastard

Dear You,

After that really fierce argument we had, you know I never really cared anymore. The ordinary scene is you passing by in my existence as a hallow air or dust annoyingly scattered everywhere. That’s actually my new mantra- to keep you as a non-existent, head flying around me to which I don’t give any damn care. Good for you that some people can still manage to talk to you and check how you are doing. Lame you for not realizing that your insensitive stance brings a lot of stress to others. Let me count the ways on how you are so damn annoying. You went out of school and practically tag yourself as the hardcore bum who will wake up late, look for food, paste your face on the TV then sleep again then eat again when you wake up. Mid- afternoon you will take a bath then go outside to mingle with you’re most outrageous friends that are as good as the last season of Twilight Zone. Then you’ll go back to eat and when I say eat it’s really EAT your dinner. Then glue your face again on the TV with your foot on the channel switcher. TV volume can go up whenever you say so. Then when all is on their bed trying to get some sleep after a day’s work; you go stamping your feet all around as if the earth is shaking. You will open every light there is.

You are not contented with that, you will rave the kitchen then cook your heavy midnight snack and let the kitchen and the whole house be filled with the aroma of whatever out of this world dish it is your cooking. I am not telling you not to eat, but I hope you realize that gluttony is actually a sin. Worst of all, its so easy for you to force mom to give you money for you to keep your social life going through your filthy mobile phone that rings like hell loud.

Now, you know I can go on listing down your annoying stuff; but ill save it for the interest of keeping that little respect I still keep for you. Man, please grow up and acknowledge the fact that you are in the age where you are expected to grow some sense of responsibility. I am done caring for what you do. I have already built this huge defense that I will never grow annoyed at anything you do. For me, you’re basically insignificant, but I still hope God will still bless you.

Guess who?
It’s me! You bastard!

Good looks,Bad Character

Yes, this is another bus ride experience that I will rant about.

I am a frequent bus rider and it always exposes me to different kinds and sizes (ohhh sizes) of people. We all know that the general population of our country is commuters. Alongside the yo-yo price of gasoline, even private car owners are joining the mass crowd of jeepney and cab riders. Alright, let me start my rant now before I do away from it and discuss the Barbara Walters issue. It’s like this: On my way home, I took a bus ( a very nice bus by the way) wherein I was seated comfortably. Minutes passed and the bus was filled with fellow commuters. A pretty lady in skirt stood on my spot but I didn’t offer my seat because again, my principle is to give my seat only to those old fellows and pregnant women. A relatively old lady then went close to my spot carrying an obviously heavy bag. I signaled to her to take my seat then, I went up on my feet and find a good bar to hold on to. To my surprise, the old lady was still standing and the girl in skirt took my seat. I found it so rude knowing that she was aware that I offered the seat to the old lady. This girl in skirt remained comfortably seated with head not moving at all. Arrogant B****!

Yeah, there goes the fact that she looks pleasant but it does not give her the right to be rude or opportunistic. It has been to prevalent in the society today for good-looking people to get away with anything easily. I know no double standard and I only know equality. Good thing that I remembered being a professional now with my college degree; if not I might have forgotten my high respect for women.

Chivalry is dead

hey listen... ( oh I mean read.)

I had this one bus ride experience to tell. I was so tired that day and was already heading home. Upon my entry to the bus, it was occupied only by few people but a few moments later it transformed into a vehicle full of rushing people. It was a Friday so I expected the traffic to be heavy. I was seated near the window with a middle-aged woman. Two ladies were standing by our section with an obvious faces of disgust because they are standing in a tight vehicle while men (yeah including myself) were seating comfortably on their chairs (some are even snoozing away). Now back to the two ladies; it is so evident that they were annoyed by their situation. Then after two minutes of their silence, one of them blurted out “ hay naku! Wala na talagang gentleman sa mundo! Yung iba nagtutulog-tulugan pa!” ( What a shame! Chivalry is really dead! Some men here even pretend they are sleeping!) Man, it did affect me because they are right on my section and I was the only guy on that area. They may be right, but forgive me for some men can be tired sometimes. My principle on this issue is to give seats to old women, pregnant girls, and people in general who looks sick and unable. Please excuse me for this, but women who are so physically able wont get that from me- they’re asking for equally right? So this is equality. I find it rude and insensitive for these two girls to actually assert things that are too insensible.

Don’t get me wrong guys, I do have this high regards for women but just drop the “attitude” and admit that vulnerability is always part of anybody’s life. Now, you may ask what I did after hearing the statement above. I simply looked at them, closed my eye, and leaned on the comfortable back rest of the seat and snooze away!

Zipperophobia

(please dont ask me what the title means, just keep reading)

What a day!

I have this pants that is like my all-time favorite that even if it’s a little short in length and a little too tight on the hips, I still manage to wear it. I bought this pair of pants with my own money and it is just so comfortable to wear. So I’m basically trying to say that its hard for me to stop using it. Until yesterday, when a very inevitable incident happened_ the zipper was broken-like totally wrecked because the zipper area swung open. What a dilemma! I was at Trinoma mall that time and I was wearing a corporate smart kind of outfit with my little clutch bag and a notebook. It is so hard to keep it because my top is not that long to cover my crotch area. I have to cover my crotch with my notebook all the time until I got my ride home. Man people are staring at me like they saw a weirdo or something.
Incidents like this really make me cringe in embarrassment and it is really as worst as having a cracking headache. Capital S -stressful! Now should I have this pants repaired or shall I hand it down to some needy fellows?

Older Fellas Smell real "g-0-0-ddamn it!"

This one happens to all of us, I'm sure. You had a bad sleep but after a sip of coffee or two, you're back to your sanctuary of good mood again- your zen-your ok. Then you realize you have to take off for your work. You look for keys. You realize you dont own a car ( its a part of your dream last night, so i wont blame you. Then finally after listening to my blabber mouths, you hit a nice fx, seat comfortably and then the manong driver played his stereo and you realized its not chico and delamar (but another couple of radio blabbers copying them). But still your ok, your zen, remember? Then your ride went all good. But you were too naive to think that you own an unbreakable santuary of zen. One guy signalled your car to stop.He's kinda well dressed. His shirt?(Kulang na lang mesa, plato at baso.-mantel na mantel!)His pants?(back to the 80's, whoah dizzy missy!) And of course his accessories? (galing saudi, treasure chest of gold.) He's like a living portrait in black in white( try to retouch it with photoshop and you'll kiss your mac goodbye...) He's the kind they call DOM. He's like our grand grand dad. He's old! if you still dont get it, you bastard!





Well, i dont have anything against hes visual presence, I know I'll grow old too in time (but i'll make sure, Im in deep friendship with someone fashionable when that time comes.)





WHAT IM CONCERNED ABOUT IS HIS SMELL. ITS PURE VANILLA RESEMBLING CAR DEODORIZER AND SAMALAMIG FLAVOR ENHANCERS.





WORST THAN ALL THESE? HE PLACED HIMSELF SOOOOO CLOSE TO ME....





ITS A HEADACHE TRIGGER, BAD MOOD ENHANCER AND MUCUS JERKER.





It was terrible.





Dear sir,





I am a concerned fellow who wants to tell you in the most friendly way, THAT YOU SMELL NOT JUST FUNNY, BUT REAL REAL REAL FUNNY. I hope your family will not disown you. Vanilla is not for human odor. Sir, I am worried that you might add up to the pollution of the already highly polluted manila.





I wish you good life and health and I hope you find it in your heart that wearing strong perfume is like motivating senators to pass a bill that will make it illegal.





With all respect left,


guevara.








Human scent is deed important, but I will quote one of the Queer Eye for the Straight guy dude/dudet/dude - that perfume shall be used in moderation. People want to see you first before they smell you.








Peace on heaven and Earth and people 60's and above. =)

The world is lame

Oh well, long time no blog. i don't know, maybe I'm just so full of good things to write about but ideas are just not enough. Until yesterday, on my way home. I am riding this not so fine vehicle on my way home. it was a smooth 5 minute until our vehicle hit one fancy car all because our driver ignored the traffic light telling him one clear red STOP, all because the road is so clear and yeah, there are no traffic vanguards to ditch him if ever he violates any lame order. that traffic light sure cant blow at him and throw cruel words, but the owner of that fancy car we hit sure can. and of course, just like any other small-paid driver around the metro, our driver cant do anything but clutch his head. to myself, i thought this is such a lame world. but God,being the creator of the world is not lame at all. earth was all in good order. it still spins around today-giving us 24/7 system that we all complain about. the world is lame. traffic rules are mere suggestion they say. chivalry no longer exists. men let pregnant women standing on a crowded and grudging train. girls offered with a sit of one tired guy in a bus wont even care to pay gratitude, not even a single look.sales people don't know how to smile anymore. customers are not always right anymore. people invade leisure areas but vacate churches on Sundays.the world is lame people are lame yeah that includes myself this is no positive writings from me today.i want to say with full conviction, that the world is lame but God never was...

So, smokers are happy huh...

There are just so many kinds of people that I don’t like. I'm sure you have your own list too. High on my list are those people who think they are so beyond whom they really are. And I so not like people who smoke. Wait, let me qualify it(eyebrows down please). Smokers who are so damn dense, they smoke in public areas.Its way too annoying, unhealthy and a bad day-trigger. We all know that side smokers are more prone to complications. What really smoke me are that heavy smell and that odor that will stick to the fabric. Well, sure I'm no law enforcer to stop you guys from doing what you want. You’ve got your liberty dear, but please be damn sensitive?! There are right places for you to smoke. Places where lungs can tolerate that puff and where people treat smoke as their cloudy heaven. It’s not cheesy to be sensitive. And its not bad to be responsible.
Global warming is so on our faces now. And yeah I’m trying to pull some conscience out of you… if you’re offended, feel free to send me a comment and let’s drool to an argument. So fine with me…

oh, ate mata mo

I’ve been long time contemplating on writing about this phenomenon. i was really suspending it because i need more proof. but just yesterday, when i stepped out of the train with oozing enthusiasm, i came across this girl who stared at me so bad as if i stole her wallet, hurt her pimple or robbed her with a kiss.

i have not done her anything wrong for her to stare at me like that. this event happened to me a gazillion times already. and i bet it happened to you and so many others. id say its so not fair. we all know how hard it is to get through every morning. and all you see are frowning faces and crooked looks that tell you “i don't like you” or “I'm in a bad day”.

the heck do people care about your trouble. it is smile that we want greeting us. its not bad to smile at strangers(with the right intentions of course.) staring people bad is really bad as the stare implies.never stare at people bad if first; you don't know them and second; if they did not do you anything wrong.

huh, at last i have articulated this thought that have long incubated in my processor. read it dear primadonnas and bad people. read this.

now, next time i encounter this again id say “so, you have a problem with my face?… oh well i don't like your face either!”