Monday, April 28, 2008

Gay Fans and Online Chatting

I'm going to go out on a limb here. I believe it is quite obvious to everyone right now that I am NOT a good person. I am NOT friendly and my infamy for being "suplado" (a snob) holds truth to the last shred. I don't blog to make friends. I don't blog to have followers. I blog because the world is a sad, miserable place filled with people (and all the sexes in between) that I wouldn't give a second thought to obliterate off the face of the Earth.

I probably shouldn't ask this stupid and obvious question so it's better that this be a rhetoric one. Why is that when women write their blogs expressing their admiration for love, life and relationship it just gets you right there? (Guys, not that one. Yours are not that big, losers! Move two feet up and don't flatter yourself.) However, once you find out that the author turns out to be another man your jaw starts to drop and you suddenly get this eerie feeling that the author can see you and is carefully pulling down your pants. I shit you not when I tell it would make The Ring look like a love story. More than once I come across blogs that profess love and admiration for a man in a poetic symphony of words - written by a man for another man! I say this again with utmost urgency that IGNORANCE IS BLISS.

Now, don't get me wrong here. I have nothing against gays and I support whatever rights they demand from our society. I am also against discrimination towards them. I do have gay friends that I trust to a certain extent and I do not bring out the gay humor at their expense. Anyway, this experience was freaky to say the least.

An unknown male tried to chat with me - again (this wasn't his first attempt) - on my Yahoo ID praising me for my "work". For some reason he seemed interested in my distaste for my past company. I simply declined the courtesy by saying that I don't entertain gays. "Dude, I'm a guy, don't be such a homophobe", the ID said. But, of coooooourse....

Points here that I know a person on the Net is gay:
1.) A guy showing off his six-pack on his avatar for the whole world to see and coupled with a touched up face and plucked eyebrows hardly convinces anyone. There are rules to this and I'm not telling! Even a male model wouldn't be so "cheaply" vain. Any guy who has been there knows that the only person you attract with this feat are - you said it right - gays! Oh, let's not forget superficial, duplicitous, gold-digging women.
2.) If he was straight as he imagined himself to be he wouldn't be asking so many intrusive questions consistent with a nosy woman or the third sex.
3.) The first thing a fag is going to do once he/she gets suspected is try to gain trust by assuring you of his "manliness" and then do something disgusting to you when you're not looking. I guess I should make this perfectly clear to gay readers that I will stab your eyes out if you look at me funny and I will squeal like a hysterical bitch if you're counting on me being to be embarrassed to tell anyone! You should have left it alone, dude!
4.) They are trained in the art of manipulation. If you think guys are good in duping hard to get women, imagine their sharpened skills at duping men. I imagine that's no easy task!
5.) Lastly, no STRAIGHT guy uses the word "HOMOPHOBE" in a sentence. Perhaps in an upscale part of the world that WOULD be used but definitely not here!

I am no psychologist here but with all these years of chatting online I have become pretty much the Sherlock Holmes of Internet chat. I can profile a person by the words they write, how they write it, how frequently they chat, how fast they chat, social class, attitude towards life and people and, hell, even their academic standing! All of these without ever meeting them. The only thing, of course, I cannot recklessly assume is the appearance of my chatmates because more than once I do come across gorgeous supermodels with the brains of a goldfish. The one thing I prioritized to learn while chatting online was weeding out fags. It's not a safe Cyberworld out there and stories I've heard about people victimized by sick Internet partners made my vigilance even more impeccable.

So let this be a message that "No, I am NOT interested!" Stop trying convince me that you are better than a pair of legs with a FUNCTIONAL hole in the middle!

Notice how I use fag and gay interchangeably. I refer to immoral homosexuals as "fags" and the rest of the crowd as "gays".

Saturday, April 26, 2008

I am not one of us

Okay, for the record I want it to be known that I, myself, am a big hypocrite. I talk about all these crap about love for country and patriotism but what the hell am I REEAAALY talking about?

Well, I'm talking about the fact that I was born and raised in an "international" school that looked down on speaking our dialect as if it were the forbidden and heathen language of the devil himself. I know this for a fact considering that most schools here are perversely (and I mean that in a good way) religious.

By the sixth grade I could comprehend lame American politics humor more than someone throwing a complicated joke in Tagalog. It wasn't until high school that I learned to expand my vocabulary in the local dialect. I agree with my classmates who, in their crowd, thinks that not being able to speak the dialect is a geeky and lame excuse. Although I consider it a good thing that I am unable to speak Tagalog since 2/3 of the entire country speaks my dialect. However, I find it disturbing that I cannot speak my own dialect fluently.

Hell, I can speak English with much less grammatical errors and typos than it takes me to write or even speak in my own dialect or national language. I failed Pilipino twice in elementary and once in college. Talk about your utter interest in the local tongue.

I find these things somewhat embarassing because I talk about my utter distaste about the colonial mentality when, in fact, I am a standing example of that culture!

Even to this day I still listen to western music. Whenever I hear local rock or R&B sung in one of the native tongues I'd always interpret it as some sort of mockery in the art of music. As for the local movie scene? If I didn't move in to a condo with a bunch of strangers I wouldn't have watched a local channel for yet another year. The last actor I could remember fondly in my early days was Gabby Concepcion. That last band that I could remember was Side A.

Sheesh, I find myself very disappointed.

Maybe... we don't deserve to be here

Sure, there are sides to both stories. Some refute the other and BOTH have sound and sensible explanations but you have to think about the obvious human impulse: that it's easy to follow and believe the path that is easier and more convenient to follow. Why would we want to listen to stories about how we are destroying the planet?

I won't lie to anyone here. I like fast food. Microwave food is delicious too! I just love to spare myself the hassle of having to wash anything when I can just throw shit away. I love big sports cars. There's nothing like driving a V10 down a well-paved highway.

Well, these days I enjoy cooking my own food. I minimize my electricity consumption. The irony of being being a middle class earner is that you can't afford a V10 sports car. The good thing about this is that I can only dream up an environmentally friendly sports car where the only thing I can hurt are petrol-heads who like to spend daddy's money on souping up a 10-year old Honda Civic.

I look at videos that tackle issues on global warming and I really see a big picture on how we have hurt our world. People are reckless and greedy. They just don't realize that if we pack things up for ourselves how can we enjoy it if the world isn't here? It just doesn't make sense.

When I look at how the human race likes to abuse its existence on his planet I can't help but wonder if we even, by a remote chance, still deserve to be here. The world has a violent means of punishing its tormentors. If we all drown, burn or freeze to death by our own doing I would really say that we deserve it. The world has every right to punish us.

The bad thing about all this is that all the documentaries in the world will never be enough to make it stop. FYIs won't stop people who have the conscious will to look the other way. It has to be proactive. It has to be imposed and instilled in our society and it has to be followed through. But it will probably be a long time to make it all happen. People NEED to be told what to do in order to get something done.

The only way to change is for people to wisen up or I can wait 'til the human race dies off.

Earth is the lunatic asylum of the universe. Everyone is plainly insane!

Thursday, April 03, 2008


There is no denying the one shining trait of the human race. It's when we have sinister ulterior motives that intends to unfairly reward ourselves.

Why is it when we involve ourselves in violence and end up getting killed the killers hide and enjoy their victory? On the other hand, if we were guilty, some sorry ass old woman would be crying and growning uncontrollably over her loss.

"Her son would never hurt a living thing."
"He was a good husband."
"She was a good person."

Oh, come on! You don't spend every second of the day with your husbands, wives and children. What happens when you are not together? What happens behind closed doors? Spare us your sob story! Your loved one lost the fight. Deal with it!

The reason why I'm bringing this up is because all of these have been inspired by yet another Internet phenomenon that is circulating the blogosphere (damn, I hate that word). The mention of this particular blog, I have to agree, is forbidden. I'd imagine it's probably to protect its propagation on the Internet by misguided, self-proclaimed and deluded patriots.

Scams are, in my basic chain of thought, a fight for who outsmarts who. The one thing I take total amusement in are the vicitims who have been ripped off their hard-earned cash by elements totally unknown and random. Oh, I'll bet they KNEW exactly what was going on! They THOUGHT they were going to get rich or grab some quick cash from the scammer but in the end it was they who were victimized. Let's face it, the victim is EVERY BIT as guilty as the duplicitious bastard who made a run for their money. So don't mourn for the man who was ripped off by their gay lover or the Pinay who woke up in a motel with no cash because her Fil-am date jumped ship. Their motives were as sinister as the one who ran away. They wanted a piece of the cash. They wanted a piece of whatever the scammer had.

Remember this: A criminal is just like everyone else, except he got caught.

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