Thursday, November 26, 2009
you fucking hope to get away with it. alright, i get that. after all, 57 innocent lives are only 57 unknown entities in the eyes of a barbarian. you appall me, apparently, chiefly for the fact that you had to hire a backhoe to have the bodies buried. what a grand, meditative act of pure evil. so grand in fact that Satan, if he exists, would have begged to suck your dick. and the unsuspecting witness, who only happened to be just passing by, got quite a share of the rifles too, barely suspecting that they'd come to the end of their lives. come on, man, it was such a lousy job that one might think you'd hired a couple of rabid apes and instructed them to murder and rape all the passengers of the targeted vehicles, all the while expecting them to leave not a fucking trace. amateur, i might dare to venture. just what sort of assassins were those anyway? adult anencephalic fuckfaces who'd stick fucking M-16s up their shitholes if one is handed to them? is this how you demonstrate power? or is this an attempt to protect this political dynasty which you so prize in a sense disgusting to ponder on. tell ya what; if i were set on, say, committing genocide i'd...well, i wouldn't do that on god's green earth, but hypothetically i'd probably use what neurons i have left, for that matter.
fuck you.
know what, i don't want you sentenced to death, because that would just be no different from that one silver slate the wretched often see in the midst of a total damnation. i want you in a 5m x 5m cell, with only the metal bars for your view of the world outside, along with 40 or so others who'd shove feces, urine, semen, blood and spit down your throat if you so much as opened your mouth.
Monday, November 16, 2009
dunno what this is, but if any of you, my dear friends, want me on your facebook friend list, well, post your names here. that's you, andrew, haha.
in any case, it's natnat's third birthday today. natnat is this super cute kid in the neighborhood. we bought him this tiny singing, walking elephant. the sound it creates is cute, that is, in the first five minutes of listening to it-- about 20 repetitions of its brief measure. and natnat has been playing it for about 45 minutes straight now. happy birthday, cute kid!
Sunday, November 08, 2009
it's not like i can do much if i'm surrounded by morons. so get this; i was playing this RPG game on my DS in the office,and this insufferable colleague of mine, who happens to hate me with all the strength of his soul, asked me, 'why didn't ya get a PSP instead?' you damn bet he asked me that. and i went like, this is my third Nintendo DS; one i gave away to my sister, another one drowned in the flood, hence this one's the newest addition to my collection. it goes to say i'd rather have purchased 3 of the same console than waste my benjamins on a worthless piece of junk which more or less is a 1.5 version of the Playstation. annoyed, with good reasons, he retaliated, PSP has cooler games. tomb raider for instance. my reply to that was, 'tomb raider in psp got a 5/10 on the review sections. how's that?'. as it was, he started muttering shit like, 'PSP's graphics and power offer more blah blah blah...and for the record, PSP costs much more than DS. in consequence, it's a better console in all respects.'
wow. since when has market value happened to be the determining factor of a product's performance? tsk. and this bloke is like, what? 28 years old. believe me, i DO walk with morons every fucking day. and to think the only game console he has in possession is a PSP, well, i should swear people without ammunition should just die if they choose not to cower away. as john irving once said,lack of intelligence is too great an adversary to fight back.
i've been a video gamer for as long as i can remember, thus i kept the rest of my sentiments in silence lest i should make a grown (gay) man burst to tears in front of 6 of his and my friends.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
everywhere you look in this shithole, Philippines as some would call it, you get to feast your eyes or drown your ears with things decent people aren't supposed to see or hear. anything you might prop on higher expectations would be what westerners might righteously call mediocre. what i'm trying to say is, a number of individuals are better off dead.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Alright. I’ll rewrite the whole goddamn thing. It started last Friday, September 25, when at around 6pm the rain started pouring down in moderate profusion along with a tolerable draft, which wasn’t threatening in any way, not unless if it were to go on for a week. The draft, that is. As such, my sisters and I slept soundly, of course, as there was never a hint of the disaster to issue less than 16 hours afterwards. In the morning that followed, September 26 it was, at around 11am, flood water entered the house. By this time, the rain hadn’t taken a single break, which would mean it had been raining for 16 hours straight at this point. It wasn’t much surprising that the house put up quite a bad resistance against the water despite its insufficient additional elevation from the natural ground level.by this time, ria had left the house for work, leaving me and hannah alone to fend for the house. suffice it to say we were somewhat a pair of morons for being too complacent about our safety. thus we stayed, quite more than a bit sure that the rain would subdue and the flood water wouldn't reach a threatening height. at around 1pm, the floodwater had reached knee-level. as a response, we heaved all the valuable electronics onto the upper bunk of our double-deck bed. so along with our laptops, xbox360, ps2, gamecube, dreamcast and nintendo ds we waited for the rain to give us a damn break. the thing was, it didn't waver for a damn fucking second. by the time the we lost hope, we had, by then, enough time to switch off all the main electricity source. and then we heard the appliances, one by one, topple over as they failed to vie against the water's volume and their own buoyancy. as it was, we stuffed all the electronics we saved in the topmost bureaus, vacated the higher bunk to proceed to the kitchen in search of plastic bags, as we had decided to secure our stuff inside them, just to be sure--although we were at that time pretty confident that the water wouldn't reach the topmost cabinets seeing as they were at least 2.20m off the floor finish line. but as luck would have it, we couldn't locate the plastic bags courtesy of the fucking murky flood and the lack of electricity. so we decided to brave the goddamn streets and go to the mall to purchase some. also, we figured we hadn't eaten a shit yet since yesternight hence going to the mall amidst the gorgeous stormy weather seemed like a fine idea. that was around 3pm. but you see, the water on the street just about shocked us half to death. it was a little over chest-level. this was when we realized that the house and everything in it were facing disaster. with deliberation, we opted to fucking bring the stuff with us and evacuate the house. but we couldn't yank the goddamn door open because of the pressure, which gave me the chills. it simply meant we could've had ourselves trapped inside had we chosen to stay behind and wait for the rain to fucking hurl its wrath somewhere else. seconds later, hannah and i were swimming our way to the highway, towards higher ground. we arrived at the mall, soaking wet and smelling like sewer rats. there we purchased toiletries and sets of clothes and underwear before we went to grab our first meal for the day. occasionally we'd check on the weather situation outside. it wasn't making any progress. in fact it just kept on getting worse until the highway pretty much got overwhelmed by water as well. what it told us was, everything in the house would get destroyed. i cried like shit over my computer and the xbox. to distract ourselves, we purchased a couple of books, inferno by dante and something from george eliot. naturally, it was a silly idea since it was impossible to take in a word of any of it when my precious electronics were being destroyed by the flood. by 5pm all the establishments in the mall had closed down, all the while people kept trooping in inside, with their own stories. it turned out that most, if not exactly all of them were given hell by the storm. at that we knew that we'd stay overnight in the goddamn shopping mall. and as the rain wouldn't rest content with just destroying houses, the water broke in the basement level of the mall, pooling the grocery store with violent water. in short, we spent the night in the mall along with hundreds of stranded people.
in the morning after, when the water had sunk low enough for us to brave, we went back to the house to see how bad things were. well, it might as well had been burned. but, thankfully, the water only reached about 2meters in height, giving our valuables a near miss. and some people had worse things to tell. the death toll brought by this storm is now reaching 300 as more bodies are being discovered. Provident Village, this community beside the river, is a total wreck. it has high death count among its residents, and a number of my friends live there. a few days later we donated clothes to the storm's victims.
on monday, i'll be goin back to the office first time after a week.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
i ain't a goddamn robot. i wonder how hard it is to notice something like that when all ya have to do is fucking try. been asked to come up with five fucking schemes by friday. and that reminded me: it's a fucking wednesday today. two fucking days to go at it with completely nothing to condition my mood. something like adequate information. to start with, i don't even have a proper, solid knowledge of what zen fucking architecture is all about. say, i have this general idea, but the sad fact is i don't work from a fucking general idea. simply because that might just get me into a tighter pinch later on or have me labeled an imbecile. see, that's just not it. something way deeper is ticking me off; so fucking shitty i don't even wanna write it down here for fear of the stink.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Alice in Chains is releasing its new album by the end of this month, featuring its new vocalist William Duvall, who, by the way, is a brilliant singer. it's just that it hurts like hell. i'm sure Jerry once made it clear Alice in Chains would never reunite as AIC again, following the death of Layne, something i'd rather not talk about, but apparently he's changed his mind. now the story's turned for something different. i know nothing would sound like anything with Layne in it, perhaps for the better or for the worse--go on and name it. and, despite having strong feelings the upcoming album might turn out a blast and having heard they partly wanted to do this in celebration of their former front man, i'd have wished they wouldn't use the name AIC, ever.