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.