Senti Muna Ngayon

Kahit siguro gano ka kagago, mapapasenti ka rin pa minsan. Pang-balanse siguro--para hindi mabaliw. Ang problema, baliw na talaga ako kaya baka hindi angkop sa akin ang ganitong konsepto. Ganunpaman, itutuloy ko pa rin ang aking pagpapakasenti. Halos wala din namang nagbabasa ng blog ko, kaya ok lang naman siguro.

Masaya naman ako sa bago kong course. Maraming batikos, lalo sa mga taong malapit sa akin, liban sa aking kasintahan. Wala daw pera. Hindi din. Laki nga daw ng sweldo sa Korea ng professor sa English Literature, so baka magapply ako para dun. Baka makapunta pa kong Japan next term kung magoffer ulit ng exchange student application yung La Salle. Nagsasanay na nga kami ni Cherry ng Niponggo--Ohayo! Takanakata! (Dehins ko alam ibig sabihin nga lang...) Sa palagay ko naman nga hindi naman ako mahihirapang magkatrabaho, maayos naman yung grades ko, ewan ko nga lang kung mag-DL ako this term, medyo napabayaan e. Pero by next year graduate na din ako, hindi na masama ang 5 years na pagcollege, lalo't maayos ang grades ko kumpara dati sa UST.

At yun ang pinagkakasenti ko ngayon--miss ko na yung mga kaibigan ko sa UST. Sa isang banda, tama naman talaga ang desisyon ko, kasi hindi talaga ako sa Medtech e. Ang kakatawa pa, pagalis ko, umayos na sa pagaaral yung mga dati kong kasamahan. Feeling ko tuloy, B.I. pa ko para makamit nila yung mga pangarap nila. Kaya lahat-lahat, mabuti na rin na umalis na ako, para sa akin, at para sa kanila na din. Ang namimiss ko e yung panggagago nila.

Walang gago dito sa La Salle. Sa COE lang, kaso hindi naman dun yung course ko. Ang lahat dito, kundi geeks, cono. Naiintindihan ko na kung bakit malungkot yung girlfriend ko sa La Salle, wala kasing nagiisip ng "iba" dito. Lahat nakikisunod sa uso, sa napagisipan na ng iba. Walang kakatuwang hirit, walang nakakmanghang pahayag, walang masayang gaguhan.

Sa UST, pag humirit ka, me magdadagdag sa hirit mo. Sa LaSalle, me hihirit ng korni, lahat tatawa, tapos uulitin ulit yung hirit na yun hanggang mabagot ang lahat. Antagal ko nang hindi tumawa ng malakas--yung tipong hindi na ako makahinga sa katatawa. Puro pagtiis na hindi ko masaksak ng ballpen yung mga katabi kong cono na puro ere ang laman ng utak.

Kahit kami ni Cherry e napapadalas tuloy magaway. Sabi niya, puro "black and white" na ako magisip ngayon. Sa katunayan, nararamdaman ko dun yun. Sinisikap ko ngang magbago--mahal ko siya e. Pero may kahirapan, dahil napapalibutan ako ng mga taong "black and white" magisip. Makikitid ang mga utak, ako man ay nasa classroom, sa mga pagtitipon, o sa canteen (na patuloy na tumutulong sa aking pagtaba).

Lumiit yung mundo ko. Habang ang tiyan ko'y lumaki.

Naalala ko yung pangkukulit ko kina Vina at Lauren. Naalala ko yung mga hirit ni Paul. Naalala ko yung pangbubugbog ni Soleil kay EJ. Naalala ko yung pagsabay ng ko uwi sa jeep nina Robbie, Patrick at Ivy. Naalala ko yung mukha ni Quasimodo. Naalala ko yung ngipin ni Jerome. Mga tao tong nagiisip, nangkukulit at nanggagago. Hindi sila mga plastic (liban siguro ke Quasi) at alam nilang tumawa sa mundo at sa sarili nila.

Sa ngayon, nag-iinternship na ang mga kaibigan kong ito. Malapit na silang grumadweyt. Masaya ako para sa kanila. At alam kong karapatdapat sila sa kanilang makakamit. Siguro ang magagawa ko na din ay makamit ang mga pangarap ko tulad nila, bilang pagkilala sa kanilang mga nagawa.

Sabi ko nga, masaya pa din naman ako sa napili kong landas. Siguro, malungkot lang ako kasi ako ay madalas mag-isa. Swerte pa din ako dahil ang taong mahal ko ay nasa aking tabi, pero pareho nga kaming nalulungkot madalas dahil sa napapalibot sa amin. Aasikasuhin ko pa lalo si Cherry at ang aking pag-aaral. Kukunin ko na ang majors ko sa susunod na term, at newbie na din ako sa La Sallian, kaya't magiging busy na ako. Si Cherry naman ay malapit na ding magtapos, kaya't panibagong hamon ito sa amin bilang magkasintahan. At siyempre, tuloy ang pagpapapayat.

Gusto ko lang sigurong magbalik-tanaw sa masasayang panahon ko kasama ang mga kaibigan sa UST. Ngunit pagkatapos ng pagsesenti, tuloy ang buhay, ika nga.

Putangina ang mga taga-College of Liberal Arts! Mamatay ang lahat ng Squatter!!! Hahahaha!

Yes, I have to watch "Daisy Siete" EVERY FUCKING DAY

Summer classes are pretty relaxing. You get to focus on the tasks given to you, and it’s generally easier to understand the lesson since the professor is able to interact with the students more readily. But everything has a catch, and in this case, it rears its bloated, festering head the moment I ride a bus home. The buses usually have a TV for “entertainment”, and I am subjected to the excruciating torture of (cue horror music and thunder) AFTERNOON SHOWS.

With titles like “Daisy Siete” and “Agawin Mo Man Ang Lahat”, it’s a dead giveaway that these shows are, to put it mildly, a fucked up orgy of cheesiness and stupidity. The storylines of these “drama” series are so tired and clichéd that it already puts them in the realm of comedy. I mean, a poor girl finally able to realize her dream of working as a nursing aide, only to become target of evil nurses, who, for some unfathomable reason, take sadistic pleasure in making life miserable for the protagonist. Jesus fucking Christ, nursery rhymes have deeper characterizations than that! Antagonists are so clearly labeled EVIL that you expect them to sprout horns in the next scene. The truth? I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the seeming propagation of shallowness that these shows indulge in. I’m thinking both.

And who can resist cringing at the crapload of crying and slapping scenes that fill each of these 30-minute whore parades? One would think that the bitches would already have red outlines on hands on their cheeks due to continuous slapping. But no amount of inflicted pain onscreen can compare to the pain of watching “stars” act. They don’t act – they make silly faces and incomprehensible sounds that border insanity. One of their favorite methods (and I’m pretty sure you’ll see this a lot) in acting is to put on some dumbstruck face during an important scene, keeping their face frozen in that expression as their conversation with another character drags on, and when the person they are talking to stops, THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSION REMAINS THE SAME FOR 5 FUCKING SECONDS before they deliver their lines! They’re like autistic asshats waiting for someone to punch their face into a red, unrecognizable pulp. And believe me, if I were there, I would gladly oblige them.

What’s worse is that a lot of the actors (and I’m being generous in calling them actors) in these shows are either newcomers in the industry who fucked the right people to get on top or are washed-up celebrities of yesteryear (Anyone remember skinny Bobby Andrews from that dumbfuck show T.G.I.S.?). Afternoon shows are fillers – the major networks simply don’t have enough imagination to provide variety to the miniscule audiences. To some extent, these shows satisfy its market – mainly old women, unemployed and maids. No wonder the morals in the story are fairy tale clear. And besides, people with even a semblance of a life would be working during the afternoon, not sitting around in their decrepit homes patronizing these shits pretending to be shows. Unfortunately, you add to the demographic “angry, complaining and bus-commuting summer class students who can’t sleep through these stupid shows ‘coz its too damn noisy”.
So there.

Hi, I'm a Female half-elven wizard in the service of Anhur, and I'm dead

My elven wizard character, Tanya, had things going her way. She had received the artifact Magicbane from her god after several offerings of slain foes at Anhur’s altar, and she was killing off the denizens of the Dungeons of Doom with her lethal arsenal and her potent spells. She picked up a blessed scroll of genocide pretty early in the game, and had wiped out all variants of liches in the game, which are absolute bastards in the lower levels of the Dungeons. She was even fortunate enough to come across a magic lamp, which after being blessed by Anhur and being rubbed for several times had released a grateful genie, who granted Tanya’s wish for a blessed Bag of Holding. Tanya was Level 11, at the 12th level of the Dungeons of Doom, and was well on her way to retrieve the Amulet of Yendor.

But everything had to FUCK UP and my now unfortunate character had met her demise.

For some stupid luck, the leprechaun she was fighting was able to read a scroll of create monster (or in this case, monsters - a whole shitpile of 'em), and my wizard who depended on dispatching her foes from long range found herself surrounded by giant ants, dwarf lords, centipedes and ghouls. Of course, I then made my award winning decision of fighting the bastards in melee. VERY Big mistake. After a few turns, my HP was down to 4, and was frantically searching for means of escape. I used my wand of teleportation to, um, teleport myself out of that fuckfest, only to find myself standing next to a cobra, whose bite killed of my poor, defenseless elven wizard. Almost six hours of playing was wasted, since death is permanent, and you can only save when you quit. No turning back. No making mistakes. If you do, you can join Tanya in the high score list.

Tanya with her cat, Chowking (who was later killed by his mistress after Tanya drank a potion of hallucination, and mistook the poor creature for an ogre. A magic missile from Tanya fried Chowking to crisp).

Fuck you, Nethack, you asshole of a game. There’s only one thing left to do – I’m going to create another character tonight.

So there.

(Get the game free at http://www.nethack.org/, and tell me about YOUR character’s horrible death)

More PBBB - Pinoy Big Brother Bullshit

It's been a while since I've posted at my blog, simply because there hasn't been a lot to gripe about. A last minute inclusion of the subject I desperately needed to the roster of summer classes made sure that I would be graduating earlier than usual. I was able to go to Cebu and have a good time enjoying the sights, sounds and the food. Fuckin' hell, even the fast food servitors are friendlier than usual. It seems that Constructive criticism was on its way to becoming some drug-induced feel-good shit site for some retards who think reading about other people's happy experiences can make them warm and fuzzy inside. Well, it's time to bring forth the fiery wrath of hell once again, due to that oh-so-fucking-despicable show: Pinoy Big Brother.

Yes siree, they've hit with a hammer the penis on the head by featuring teens this time. Why, the money-grubbing, greed-personified think tanks of ABS-CBN have stumbled upon the fact that those who watch the shitass show are dominantly of the 18-25 demographic! Whoopee-fuckin'-doo. What better way to satisfy their brain-dead market than to choose teen "fuckmates"? Indeed, hearing the highly educated remarks of "Ang gwapo niya!" or "Sob-rng hot niya t-laga" (the a's disappeared in order to simulate "cono" talk. The word cono by the way is the Spanish term for dick.) by the fans show that they are gorging themselves on this ABS-CBN "entertainment". Score 1534 for dumbfucks, 0 for smart people.

One thing you'll notice is how the housepest resemble each other. It's almost uncanny. They speak the same uncivilized, slang-wannabe horse crap. Another "What's your name ba?" or "Your so maingay!" and I'm going to blow up that hell-hole to the moon! They also wear the same whore/call boy outfits. Even their hairdos are carbon copies of media trends. And one of the aims of the show is to "celebrate individuality"? My girlfriend even made a good observation about their response as to why they wanted to be in the show. Most of the replies to the query was "meron kasi akong gustong patunayan." Ok, that's all well and good, until you realize that the fucktards end their answer there. Um, assholes, I think you're supposed to say after that remark just WHAT THE HELL IS IT THAT YOUR TRYING TO PROVE! If your silence translates to proving that you're all mental-institute escapees or brain-eating bacteria victims, then it's good that you're honest.

What makes this iteration of the show more disturbing is that it's more influential than the previous editions. The first edition featured unknown asswipes while the second had infamous movie dickwads. This edition hits too close to home - the impressionable youth. It's practically a reconstruction of reality that teens of today are like this: stupid, shallow and arrogant bastards and whores whose main purpose in the world is to indulge in commercialism and homoeroticism. What ever happened to thinking, for Jesus' shooting his brains out with a shotgun sake? Or depth and substance for that matter? Instead of instilling even a small amount of using reason to the majority of the youth who derive their perception of reality form the TV, they are bombarded with asshole-lickers who can't even count to ten.

I can't emphasize this enough - DO NOT WATCH THE SHOW. Drive the fucked-up ratings of the show to the ground! Watch porn instead. Even the video of a man fucked to death in the ass by a horse is better that this Satan-spawned show. If you continue to patronize the show the Apocalypse will come into fruition. The Philippines will become a land of good-looking brainless chick and dude zombies who worship Kris Aquino! Nooooooooooooooooooo!

So there.

Jessie B. Castillo - (Dis)Honorable Mayor (from Hell)

My girlfriend lives in Bacoor, and as such I see the ugly bloated face of Jessie B. (as in baboy) Catillo every day as I enter his garbage littered and smog filled domain. And based on the tales of other people from Bacoor, they all share the same sentiment - that JBC should be impaled on a bamboo stick and roasted as the pig that he is.

Where to start with this pathetic hog-faced freak's antics? Well, there's the issue of him gaining his status as mayor. A shrewd politician, no... scratch that, a shrewd copycat, the testicle bag finances an opponent to run against him because no one in his right mind would even dream to go against him. Not just because JBC already has lots of resources (undoubtedly from corruption) but also due to the fatality of such an act. He has goons that would leave you in some decrepit, decaying house to rot - after being dismembered. And so, we realize that the bastard has already rigged the elections, and has become the leader for life.

Then there's his arrogance. If the dozens of billboards showing his face isn't enough to clue you in on his vanity, perhaps his projects will. One of his noteworthy (read: worthless pile of donkey dung) projects is the installation of metal barriers on the sidewalks. I mean, wow, that's just super smart! It prevents kids and incontinent, dirty old men from straying from the sidewalk and be hit be the vehicles running at 10 miles per hour (due to the omnipresent traffic on ALL roads in Bacoor). If you haven't figured out already, this is just a means to gain more money from corruption. After all, the project was funded by taxpayers. Would you spend your money to build metal barriers so as not to stray from the sidewalk instead of just using your brain and stay safe? But what really pisses me off is the fucking fact that there are the initials of the fucked-up fatso on each one of those metal barriers. "Hi! I'm your corrupt mayor spending your hard-earned cash on useless projects while I make myself GOD! Bwahahahaha!" That just fucking sucks pig's ass.

The moronic truth is that Bacoor is simply a microcosm of what is happening to the country in the long run. we don't have "democracy". We don't "vote". Given that the roster of candidates are almost the same in intent - robbing you of your earnings - Filipinos don't choose you is better, we choose the lesser evil. Or in most cases, who can bribe us more. The only comfort I have is that people like Jessie Bastard Castillo, for all their idiotic, fat and incompetent selves are still only mortal. Sooner or later, they'll die. But sa long as we tolerate such filth, another idiotic, faqt and incompetent fucktard will take their place. I say drop them in all in pit and start pouring the hydrochloric acid. Then let's record their screams and turn it to some techno track at your local bar! I'll be the first one to dance to the groovy beat!

So there.

Nothing like a bunch of retards to start your morning

Crithin is a great class. The crisp morning air signals the refreshing start of a new day, while we study the intricacies of logic with an excellent professor. Not only is it great to start the day with mental activity (which I'm sure to giggling half-Japanese asshats are unapplicable), it also reminds me of how people constantly break the rules of logic. This morning however, was different. Sitting there enjoying the tranquility of intellectual exercises, I suddenly heard a commotion outside. Knowing that I was at the college of CLA, it was easy to assume that it was just a bunch of faggots, nerds or bitches talking about crap. However, our professor went to check it out, and then asked us if we would like to hear a election campaign. As my (stupid) classmates said yes, I braced myself, and once again being right, I experienced all hell breaking loose.

The door slammed open and then barged in 35 students in a 27 person class. They were CLA officer candidates trying to convince us to vote for their sorry asses. Normally,that's fine, but they were larger than our motherfucking class! They then started to shout, "I'm a motherfucking moron with a mouth I can't shut up because I want you to fucking vote for me since it would look good in my resume even if I have no plans of making this college a better place!" At, least that's what I heard. For ten whole minutes they ranted and raved with their obnoxious, insultingly enthusiastic voices about how a CLA student should be recognized, and that they were instrumental in making such happen. Finally after the choir of 35 fallen angels slowly roasting in the fiery pits of Hades stopped screaming, they moved out of the classroom, smiling at us and continuing to chant "Vote for me, vote for me". I gave them the coldest, most murderous stare I could muster just for them to leave me fucking alone. Thankfully they did. But I'll tell you, I'm still traumatized by the event.

Why are election campaigns like this? It's almost as if they're intimidating us to vote! Shouldn't there be some sort of merit list where we can see what that person has actually accomplished instead of just saying their names over and over again? Excuse me, I'm immune from subliminal messages, assholes. With people like this, who think projecting a good image during election time is enough and that there's no need to perform their responsiblities when elected, it's not surprising that we have a fucked-up government.

Well, you could probably blame the students as well. it has become accepted that the votes go to the most popular person - oftentimes the richest ones. They think that "Hey, she's rich so the college will probably have a smashing party next year!" Well, what about supporting talented students in their endeavors? How about maintaining the desire for high grades of students, which in recent years has been slowly deteriorating to "pwede-na" scores? What about making outreach programs to the calamity-stricken (the Leyte tragedy, not Wowowee. See previous post.) Filipinos? Only responsible, intelligent and hardworking individuals need apply, and seeing that the 12 candidates that assaulted our class ahd to bring 23 (almost twice thier number!) other fucktards to help them win, the CLA crapholes are obviously not qualified.

Maybe your university/college/high school/nursing home is different, though I doubt it. We just revel in images when choosing our leaders, and this has caused more problems than having Marco Edquiban as your Quantum Physics professor. So the next time youtry to campaign, especially at a class I take in the morning, think twice. Because if all your planning is to bombard me with crap, I'll drop you in a room, and let you stay there for three weeks alone...

...watching only "Ang Dating Daan".

So there.

Issues, Issues, Issues...

Some people have described it as martial law lite. Others say it's illegal, consitutionally. Still some insist that the media is just trying to make things worse. Whatever your opinion is about the "State of Emergency" by Gloria (as my girlfriend's mom put it) "Unano" Macapagal-Arroyo, you can't deny the fact that it has a lot of people pissing in their pants, whether in fear, guilt, or plain old urinary tract malfunction. "What about me?" you say, "what does the all-knowing and powerful darcy have to say about this situation?" Well, my answer is really quite (I'm using the true meaning of quite here, which is synonymous with "very", for those who don't know) complex.

I do believe that the call for such a state of emergency is er, uncalled for. For all we know, those bastards claimed to have planned a coup are actually part of the government's plan to fuck with the opposition. The unannounced suspension of the writ of habeas corpus was a stupid move for the GMA camp, especially when cameras caught the PNP in the act of arresting somebody without a warrant. Those got a lot people riled up, including me. Which just goes to show how motherfucking idiotic GMA is. That never happened in Marcos' time. Makoy was Sun Tzu, Machiavelli, and Caesar all rolled into one - plus he's a genius. If you want to take over a country and rule as an iron-fisted dictator, he's your role model. You don't go and arresting people for the media to find out, our dear midget-pretending-to-be-president. You make it legal first, like good old Ferdinand did, then you go on a/n abduction/torture/killing spree.

However, slapping a rebellion case against several congressmen was justified in my book (Zen and Porn - fucking your way to inner peace is now available. Contact me at 09286225401 to order. $150.00 only!). Considering the billions of pesos flowing into their big, fat, bulging pockets every year, a rebellion suitseems too sweet for the fucktards. I say slap them instead with a morningstar - in the groin - and we've got things even.

Also, I think the media was over reacting to the pressure put to them by the government. As I said, the media today is so intent on bringing news - any news - just to gain ratings. Coupled with a comment from FPJ's wife, Susan Roces and ABS-CBN getting a comment from vice-president/Geny Lopez Jr.'s bitch Noli De Castro, the whole "media blackout" thing now gains a political angle. It seems they want to instigate a People Power 3454345212 (I've lost, count you see) just to have more news. As for the Manila Times, its a worthless newspaper anyway - it doesn't have Pugad Baboy in the comics section, which is my basis for buying a newspaper.

In the end, I don't think there's anything to worry about regarding a new "dictactorship regime", since the government, especially Tita Glo, are ass-fucked morons who couldn't get themselves out of a Chippy box, let alone get the country out of the rut we've found ourselves. The conspiracy theories are all hogwash, and if congressmen are to be put on trial, I say get the entire Congress in a room instead and start pumping the chlorine gas. This will all just pass away like a bad case of gas, only the economy has worsened, the people remain impoverished and Kris Aquino is still alive. What else is new? The whole ordeal has become an exercise in boredom, since it's the same shit as always. Just go to www.master-ryu.blogspot.com and insult it's owner there. As for me, I'll just go to sleep... Nah, I'll go mock Ryu instead. So there.

My Favorite Show, S.O.P Gigsters

Let's cut the chase. This show is the worst piece of asswipe I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Never mind the coke spurting out of my nose incident when I saw the Mark "I-want-to-be-a-hunk-but-the-only-buff-part-of-my-body-are-my-6-inch-diameter-nostrils" Bautista's video, this show got me barfing all the way to the Ninth Circle of Hell! I tried watching this orgy of fucked-up boils in the butt of humanity in its motherfucking entirety - but I couldn't. My sanity was at stake, dammit. All I could manage was 15 minutes of enduring the mind-melting torture. FIFTEEN. FUCKING. MINUTES. And let me tell you, it was MORE than enough to be able to judge this... this abomination for what it's worth. If you've got friends who watch this 7 ft. crap of a show, sever all ties with them immediately. They aren't worth saving, and I doubt any methods could salvage their broken minds (Of course, you can have them salvaged - where salvage is used in the Filipino context. Meaning shot in the head and thrown in some backwater kangkong farm.). And if you haven't guessed already, the title of this blog is meant to be sarcastic.

Where do I begin with the CC's? Well, there's the hosts. Three words - young teen stars. Another three words - filthy, mother fucking dickheads and pussies (Did I say three? Whoops, got carried away).You have Mark "Kirat" Herras, Jennyln "Pompous Bitch" Mercado, Katrina "Fucking Whore" Halili (I heard her once saying that she doesn't need to become a bold star to become successful, as one tabloid columnist said. She even made a ruckus with her sniffle on TV. Well, time to eat your words, FHM bitch!), Richard and Raymond "Big, Dumb Moronic Twins" Guiterrez and a sorry lot of talentless, butt-ugly shit heads who have just been churned out by the Star Factory™ of GMA7. I wouldn't even call them hosts, they've got either the personality of rocks for the guys, or wannabe Kris Aquinos for the girls. If you were my batchmate in Seton during freshman year - think Alvia. If you're my Medtech classmate from UST, think Mong. If you're my classmate from DLSU now, think of CLA students (except me phlegm-wad). With so many like them, its really not a surprise they have so many rabid fans.

The fans constitute a large part of the audience in SOP gigsters, and judging from the "bling-bling", the baggy clothes for the guys and the suman look for the girls, I hope you can guess that they're:
a) Rich, cultured types
b) Hard working professionals
c) God-forsaken Squatters who should be mowed down like dogs and should rot in the deepest pits of Acheron.
Why do they like the show so much? They just want to stare at the "hot" teen stars. Not for the talent (in which they have none), not for the hosting, but for shallow face value, which I even think is highly, highly debatable.

But probably the worst part of the show is when they feature bands. These are usually decent-to-great bands who are creative and talented, and whose efforts have heralded the OPM renaissance. All well and good, until the teen fucktards begin to sing songs with them! It should be noted that only the hyperbolic creatures of myth can match the singing talents of these dicksuckers - wailing banshees. I pity the bands who have to endure this dog shit, just because piracy and deplorable contracts they have with record companies force them to go to these shows just to have something to eat. They have to witness their art BUTCHERED by these imbeciles who can't come up with something original themselves. That S.O.P. grandmotherfuckers has to hire real artists so it can have some semblance of decency, at the cost of degrading those very same artists really pisses me off.

What can be done? Actually, its very simple:

I'm sure Serious Sam will enjoy killing the scrotum-faced freaks. And if you've got nothing to do, search the net for the fansites of these "Stars", then flame their motherfucking fans. I had fun doing that, and so will you! So there.