Seven Million Golden Fish

No Sin
November 29, 2008, 6:14 am
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They say they’re open to extra-legal means. I say so what?

Two Catholic Church leaders are open to “extra-legal” means to oust President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo and are hoping that a mass protest at the end of the month would lead to a “bigger action.”

Bishops Antonio Tobias and Deogracias Iniguez, Arroyo’s staunch critics, asked the people to show their disgust over recent events and hoped that the November 30 protest at the Balintawak Monument could lead to a people power.

I mean, why should we care what these two publicity hungry prelates think is acceptable?

News flash for these losers: they’re no Cardinal Sin.


The 3 Million Peso Kid
November 27, 2008, 5:11 pm
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This story is just awesome. A teen in Cebu, working as a scavenger, found USD60,000. That’s about three million pesos. Whoever said that there was money in trash ought to claim royalties from this kid.

But what makes this story really cool is that the kid kept the money. None of that do-gooder bullshit about waiting around for someone to claim the cash. The money was in the dump and yeah, finders keepers and losers, well, LOSERS!

I should quit my job and start poking around garbage.

Colonial Mentality
November 27, 2008, 5:47 am
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Whoever said that we’ve shed our colonial mentality is stupid. We haven’t. Too many of us still run around trying our best to be good little Americans. Some of us try to distinguish themselves from the mass of American wannabes and try their darndest to be … Spaniards. Hah!

But really, wanting to be like these foreign types is not a problem. What burns me up is when Filipinos totally ignore ideas coming from a Filipino only to ooh and ahh at the same idea when a white guy says it. No one wants race to be an issue but the correlation is so blindingly obvious that I’d be a chump not to call it out.

What’s even worse than that is when the bosses start talking about the foreigners as though they were godsent. Motherfuckers haven’t even brought a single idea to the table that isn’t already on file as a proposal from one of us Filipinos.

So fuck you.

Fuck you very very much.

November 27, 2008, 3:20 am
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She could inspire an entire cottage industry of porn lit without even trying.

Terrorist telephony
November 25, 2008, 4:57 pm
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November 25, 2008, 11:20 am
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Reconnected with some old acquaintances recently, thanks to Facebook. That’s been happening alot, but the weirdest re-connect by far has to be the one with my sister’s old boyfriend. That was a trip.

And speaking of weird trips, the Palace calling the opposition’s walk-out an immature tantrum has got to be one of the most delicious ironies I’ve come across thus far. The Palace and its verbal gerbils ought to remember that they are in power precisely because a walk-out took the Estrada impeachment trial into the streets from where they were able to eventually grab power.

Stupid idiots ignoring history are bound to repeat it.

Hard to shop for
November 24, 2008, 5:56 pm
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Hard to shop for, she said.

Who, me? I asked.

Yep, she said.

What the heck are you talking about, I asked. I’m the most appreciative person you know. You’ve never given me anything I didn’t love to bits. I don’t go “wow, thanks. i really wanted something else, but this is good.” or “gee. did they have this in black?”

You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to buy you something but didn’t because I didn’t know if you would like it, she said.

Were you not listening? I asked. I like everything you’ve ever given me.

I think it’s because you’re so … picky, she said.

Picky? Me? I shook my head. The problem is all in your head. You think I’m like this, but I’m not. I practically wept for joy when you got me a bogus copy of that t.v. series I liked.

She chuckled. Ang babaw mo pala.

My palm renewed its acquaintance with my face.