Monthly Archives: November 2008
Here’s a secret: I never thought I’d actually enjoy Comm Res 101. Yesterday nga, there was a brief heated argument on what daw exactly defines the “coño” persona of students. So like, hell was raised when a triad in class was pursuing a problem on “constructing the coño,” who had the initial assumption that coños daw have this certain type of twang in their pananalita.
Unang-una, I was like, I don’t think so. For me lang, I think ang coño eh yung people who have this kind of hangin na hindi mo ma-find sa of course, classes D and E. It’s not just in the manner of speech, or their bizarre lingo that labels them coño. I would likely conclude, or rather theorize someone as coño if and only if he/she has, like, evidence.
You know what I mean, right? I mean, you could be blurting your dumb American teenage girl twang, but you ain’t coño for me. I believe dapat may iPod, laptop, state-of-the-art cell phone, kotse, and socialite ka (in short, fuckin sikat), to be shaped as coño, you know. ( + )
Lam nio b n sa pagtaas ng bilang ng emo sa pinas ay tumataas ang ekonomiya ng ating bansa? Madaming nabigyan ng trabaho sa pagbubukas ng mga bagong pabrika ng blade at eye liner. Dumami rin ang mga barber shops at higit sa lahat… maraming ngppakamatay kaya lumiliit ang populasyon. Kya kung gusto m maging emo, GO FOR IT! Isa kng bayani n gating bansa! [Bob Ong]
I may not be absolutely correct with the source of the quote since everybody in the group messaging battalions are pretending to have read some Bob Ong book of humor, though in actuality, they aren’t even aware of the real identity of the author if he is real, or is just a group of witty writers.
Anyway, the point of this post is that I strongly detest EMOs. Okay fine, call me judgmental but if they think they have freedom of expression, I’m abusing it as well. ( Read bleeding more… )
I love texting. I mean to the point of making sense in every text message I send. So what exactly do I mean? Here ye go:
1. I text with virtually no smiley’s. But if I feel that I need to put one, I put “=}.” Either or, I come as a neutral speaker in this kind of communication. By replying, I think people should put some icons which tell their mood- like “hehe,” “aww,” or even “tnx.” So please, do not text me with a commanding tone like “Kailangan ko yung book mo bukas. Reply ASAP.” Reply your ass.
2. I type in straight small letters and almost in correct spellings. I don’t use much punctuation aside from period (not ellipses) and comma.
3. If you text me, try to make sense. I don’t mind ritualistic greetings but group messages– which are of no importance to me- waste my time and cellphone battery. Keep it to your self, will you?
4. I like receiving jokes. It can make my day actually.
5. I like people who reply at times when you needed someone to talk to, and I only got my self and a loaded cellphone. It’s not a coincidence that they’re patching up the quote “A friend in need is a friend in deed.” And if they comfort me well, I know that I’ve got to treasure them. ( Read More… )
I abhor boredom. Really.
Yesterday in my Envi Sci 1 class (1-2:30), I almost snoozed in my teacher’s face. With the air-conditioner in a jerry-built manner, the heat was unbearable. Our professor was speaking as fast as she can so that her PowerPoint presentation would be over in a sec, so she can dismiss us early. How appropriate, I thought, the subject has indeed developed a special kind of warming in the class that totally singed our brain cells. By two o’clock, she gave up and said that we could go home.
In a cloudy sky, I marched to the College of Fine Arts for my next class. The soft winds were almost hypnotizing me while on the way but I controlled my self. As I reached our classroom’s door, our professor who’s my ONLY friend in that fuckin class was absent. Hoorah!
INTERLUDE: Am I boring you, guys? ( Let’s kill that boredom! )