Yesterday was the nth anniversary of Martial Law in the country. The commemoration pertained on its establishment. I’m not retaking Kasaysayan 1 though.

There goes the sham Nationalism we have. Whereas in a world-power-manned production (read: Hollywood), a professor of mine reported to us that the company went on a grave slur against our national language in one of its films. And my Idol of Irony’s blog entry Cataloguing had further details:

“In the movie Constantine, the possessed girl hisses at Keanu Reeves: “PapaTAYin natin siya!” So Hollywood has established that Tagalog is the language spoken in hell.”

If you happened to have two burgundy-colored protruding hard skins growing on the opposite ends of your forehead, do not dread. You’re not transmogrifying into some hideous demon. My friend: consider it as a curse— but a gift. You are, (insert Professor Charles Xavier’s voice talent), a Mutant.


About barrycyrus

Hi, I'm Barry Viloria, 21 and not a blogger. I occasionally bitch about what's hot, what's not, what's life-threatening and what's Blake Lively wearing but I refuse to be called a "blogger." That's it.

Posted on September 22, 2007, in Politics and Sociology and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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