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Electoral Deathmatch: How we Should Redesign our Electoral Process

Now that's how you should settle an argument!!

We all know that the Philippine Government is the biggest failure second only to Manny Paquiao's singing career. It is one giant heap of every wrong thing that should not be done with regards to running a modern country. If our government goes back to school, I'd say it would flunk the first grade trying to match the names of the shapes.

Well, I think I should be thankful that compared to other governments of the world, our president does not shoot people on sight (though I do believe that she shoots them when we are all not looking). Compared to her contemporaries who erected statues of themselves everywhere just like statues of Ronald McDonald,one who started a war thinking he was playing cowboys and Indians and another one who believes that Israel should be eradicated, she does fair a little better. When you analyze our world, it has funnier and crazier characters than Sesame street. It is like all the IQ in this world went to Bill Gates and rest are acting like retarded monkeys playing a game of Sim City (No offense to retarded monkeys).

Come to think of it, aside from being totally incompetent, unable to control the greed of her first family and her cronies, and spending the country's budget as if it was her own credit card, her only flaw is being a part of the Lord of the Rings. She is just this lone hobbit trying to return the ring but in the process gets tempted to keep it all to herself.

So my proposal to end this incompetence in our government is to create an electoral process that brings out the competitive, enduring and thick-skinned individuals and allows them to get selected for office. I'm talking about a good old death match that determines who our leaders would be. Isn't this idea great? Come on, instead of politicians singing, acting and dancing like people with cerebral palsy (again no offense to those suffering with cerebral palsy, I know being compared to politicians is very insulting) we can see them beat the hell out of each other until only one remains. I'm talking about blood, guts and violence that beats UFC!

They would be put in a cage surrounded with barbed wires, weapons and set on fire. No holds barred and no rules, just kill or be killed. My, I'm freaking sure that there would be 100% voters turnout as Filipinos would stop all that they are doing and cheer for their hometown hero, just like we do for Manny Pacquiao. Wouldn't it be fun to see one presidentiable dismember another using an ax? Of course there would be alliances and betrayals but in the end there should only be one left standing.

What I'm trying to say here is that this is a process designed to see how bad people really want to serve our countrymen. Would they be willing to die for us common folk and kill in order to lead us? This is the leader we seek, not some lame-assed politician who couldn't even make his own decisions and relies on half-assed projects that further disrupt the lives of Filipinos. We long for a leader who is willing to get his or her hands dirty just to finish the job. I'm sure our own president wouldn't even take a bullet for anyone that calls himself a Filipino. My God, she can't even apologize properly for every mistake she has done. So if it's a death match that is needed to filter out all the rotten ones then this is what should be done. We should start arming these thugs and placing them in cages to take each other out.

If this sick plan of mine fails, at least there is something to look forward to every election day that beats having to stand in line the whole day to vote and finding out that your ballot was just another of the million used to cheat a new official into office. I'd rather vote for American Idol!

Funny Image of the Week

This makes me reconsider my jiu-jitsu hobby..

So You Think You Can Sing?: Contender 2 - Girly Man

Now we travel to the steppes of Bollywood to witness their own tribute for the late King of Pop. With the song entitled Girly Man they failed to achieve everything a tribute should except be freaking hilarious and a failed attempt to recreate thriller.

So enjoy MJ fans!

So You Think You Can Sing?: Contender 1 - Kim Dong Won the Korean

Since I've seen a lot of people trying their luck on singing and humiliation I decided to start a new segment in this blog for a few laughs. Starting today I'll be posting those who have the guts but unfortunately not the talent to belt out pure, heartfelt and just plain hilarious lyrics and let you decide who is the best among them. Write in your comments and rate them from 1 to 10 with 10 being the funniest and 1 being pure humiliation.

So lets get this laugh trip started with a fellow asian Kim Dong Won the Korean who I think you guys know from his rendition of Mariah's Tuts My Barreh! He comes back with a better outfit and more terrible singing with his version of always be my baby.

Enjoy!

Funny Video of the Week: Tuts my Barreh!

Give it up for the Korean boy!! I sure love Mariah but I like his version better!

I don't know what's worst: his singing or his lyrics!

A Call for Collective Action Among Men

My brothers! Assemble!





It is a known fact that women in our society experience discrimination, physical abuse, sexual harassment and other activities that aim to make them subjects of men. We live in an overly patriotic society where women should be the one tending to the house while the men go out to work and make decisions for his family. But in recent years, the country has experienced a revolution and emancipation of women. Women enjoyed more rights today and are protected by the law. Women are given the right to gather and create their own groups that would help assert their rights and their protection. That is where groups like Gabriela come to the picture. These groups serve as walls and shelter for women and provide them with social security. But what about groups that serve for men?

I know, you all would say that the men are the predators of this society but don't we too need some kind of protection from unwanted advances and an avenue to lobby our rights as free men? Men too experience hardships in this life and have numerous issues that need to be addressed. So as a concerned citizen of the male population, I take it upon myself to empower men who experience discrimination and hardships in our society. I will form a organization that will cater to men and will call it: "DIEGO!"


So to get my group up and running, I have drafted a few issues that bother my brothers and hope that through our lobbying will be addressed and resolved:

1. Protection from unwanted homosexual advances:

Every man can attest that aside from the day they were circumcised the second scariest thing that happened in their life was having to go through the ordeal of gay guy hitting on him. You basically are defenseless for next to a man's mother in law, the homosexual is the man's worst nightmare. I don't hate gay people, in fact I respect their rights to live and be accepted. What I do hate is that one homo who tries so hard to get you in bed! He sits next to you in a jeepney and tries to touch your legs. God! The worst part is you can't hit him for you will be accused of being homophobic and a gay hater.

2. State Subsidy for booze and cigarettes:

Yes! people can ask for rice, canned goods and other necessities but the government do not provide free booze and smokes that are the basic needs of every man. If they can't give these stuff away for free maybe they can do something to regulate their prices just like what they do for transportation fares and what they should be doing for oil. San Miguel Corporation should be called to a senate inquiry if they suddenly raise their prices that results in Men stealing money or settling for the good 'ol Gin Bulag that is very hazardous to their health.

3. Removal of the MTRCB:

Men hate censors! Having to watch an erotic film and getting the good shit edited out is such a bummer. The very reason men watch movies is to see how much violence and sex is included in it. Nothing makes a man happier than seeing a rising starlet going at it butt-naked.

4. Free Condoms every valentines day or other holiday

Do I need to explain that men respect women thus they take it upon their hard earned salary just to bring peace to the earth? If everyone is making love then there won't be wars!

5. And last but not least, Free Porn on Free TV

It sucks having to use your credit card just to buy some decent porn. Quapio used to be great until they started their crackdown on porn vendors resulting in a lot of unemployed people. When will the government see that this is an enterprising business? People will pay for anything that involves people having sex. I puked when Mar Roxas proposed to Korina Sanchez on Wowowee but when a Mar and Korina Sex scandal would come out, yours truly would be among the first ones to have a copy of that shit.

So to all my fellow oppressed men:

Stand up and fight for your rights! A collective action is all that it takes to make our voices heard! We are this close to obtaining what is rightfully ours!!

UP Virtual ethnography: A different look

Some informative shit from our UP Virtual Ethnography class

Funny Image of the Week

"So you like it hard?"
"Gary! Not in front of these people!"

Manly sports, very gay moments

This Week in Philippine Rap: Nagmahal ako ng Bakla

While looking for a possible important event or person to mock and piss off, I stumbled upon an interesting channel in You Tube that features homemade music videos made by Filipino Rappers (Or as I call them, Out of School Youth). I could not stop from laughing at songs that truly lacked creativity and sense so much that it should belong to a new genre, namely Comedy Music. But I must say that I am impressed with their efforts to come up with a decent song I still have one message for them: Go to School!!

Don't take me wrong, I don't hate Filipino Rap. In fact, I grew up listening to rap myself. Francis M. was my hero and I memorized Can't Touch This by MC Hammer like they were my country's national anthem. It just sucks that a lot of kids nowadays think that the secret to create a good song is to focus your effort in creating a bad and mean gangster image who grew up in the mean streets of Tondo. One word of advice kids, Vanilla Ice did not win any Grammy!

So if I were to enter the minds of these street loving rascals I'd be able to hypothesize their song writing process.

Rapper 1: "Yo tol! alam mo yung Careless Whisper?"
Rapper 2: " Oo tol, laki ng boobs ni Katrina Halili e!"
Rapper 1: "Bilis kunin natin yung Chorus may naisip akong magandang i-rap dun!"
Rapper 2: "Sige ba! dapat may tungkol sa iniwan ako ng babae tapos away ng gang tapos paggamit ng rugby!"

Verse 1:

Putang ina ng mga babaeng nangiiwan
Sarap basagin ng mga ulo magrugby na lang tayo
ang hirap ng buhay dito sa kalye sa tondo
baka magripuhan ka lang nga mga sisiga-siga dito!

Chorus:

I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know You're not a fool (Stupid)


So you need a good chorus from some known song, put in lyrics about girls, violence, gangs and drug use and rap like a freaking announcer in a horse race track! That's basically it! Post it in youtube and wait for people to insult it.

So this song that really caught my attention is not really different from the rest. I just found it to be funny and appreciate the effort put in by the songwriters to inject humor and sarcasm in the lyrics. But still, the song's worth nothing but shit and only succeeds in degrading the gay community. So though the lyrics are funny, funny is not the only thing a song needs to be seen as an art.

So my conclusion, until another Francis Magalona appears to save Philippine rap I see a Filipino rap scene full of wannabe-gangsters, malnourished children, poor lyrics and uncreative music. So while I rant about how this ruined my day maybe listening to it would put a smile on your face. I could say that this is so bad it became funny as hell.

The Long Wait

“Don't worry, be happy..” kept resonating in my head. I kept playing Bobby McFerrin's cool and soothing voice paired with an infectious reggae beat that would make anyone tap his feet and bob his head to the tempo. Yet, these sounds coming out of my IPOD were not enough to quiet the different voices arguing in my mind.

The clock makes a funny sound similar to that of a Nokia ring tone. I look up and see that it is already midnight. I've been sitting here for only a couple of hours yet it seems that I have been waiting here for a week. They couldn't tell me anything yet. They do not know what is wrong with her. The doctor told me that the only thing that they could do for now was wait. He suggests that I do the same. I tried to, but God I hate waiting.

The room was bitterly cold, freezing even. My thick black sweater proved of little help in keeping me warm in this place that emits an extra chill that makes my right leg tremble. I am badly in need of a cigarette but somehow something is keeping me from stepping out of the room. My legs feel weak and numb and my hands refuse to stop shaking. My whole body is literally paralyzed and frozen.

I am seated on the end of a long and rusty dark-green bench which is lined up in front of the wall. In front of me lay dozens of light blue plastic chairs lined into rows where a few people are sitting. On the farthest end of the back row was an old lady holding a rosary in her hand. Her head was bowed and her face was partially covered by her long silver hair. She appears to be reciting some kind of prayer and whispering some inaudible words. A few seats to her right sits a young man who appears to be in his twenties. His right arm is in a sling and a few scratches can be seen across his face. Maybe he was involved in some kind of accident. I would like to know but now is not the right time to start a conversation with anyone here. It is too quiet, and this can be understandable. Directly in front of the rows of chairs stands a big flat screen television showing a movie about a car accident. I try my best not to glance at it. I do not want thoughts about anything that might be possible polluting my mind . It was torture.

Across the white-tiled and brightly lit room stands a cubicle where a sleepy and tired nurse is stationed. She sits beside a red telephone which rings every four or five minutes. The nurse who dons an all white suit appears to be weary and pale. I wouldn't blame her. Being in this room for a long time can make anyone look pale, tired and even dead. Dead is not a good word but it surely captures the moment I am in. Every person in this room looks cold and lifeless. They are stationary and anxious. But somehow the room produces an aura of a certain calm and quiet. Yes it is peaceful, in contrast to the emergency room just behind the door at the farthest end of the room which appears to be a place of constant noise and movement. But this is not a comfortable kind of peace. It is a kind of peace which is felt in the middle of a cemetery. This is not the peace I want.

As I listen to Bobby McFerrin rant about how good life is, a figure clad in white steps out from the double door on the farthest end of the room. A tall, middle-aged man donning a white gown and wearing light yellow rubber surgical gloves emerges from the chaos of what we know as the emergency room. He strides slowly across the still room and heads towards me. He is calm and expressionless. His thick framed glasses reflect the light produced by the blinding fluorescent lamps which makes him appear mysterious, scary to be precise. He stops in front of where I am seated and looks at me. I look him at the eyes and notice the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I find it peculiar that the man standing in front of me feels hot and is sweating while I am covered in thick clothing almost freezing to death. The doctor bows his head down and sits beside me. He puts his left hand on my right shoulder and says nothing. My knees suddenly feel weak and tears start forming at the corners of my eyes. All of the sudden the room is noisy. It is dark and crowded. I can hear a lot of angry people screaming, some out of grief, others of pain and most out of fear. I increase the volume of my player and try to drown out the noise. It keeps on repeating the words which I grew to hate.

“Don't worry, be happy...”, the song continues to play.

Funny Video of the Week: Star Wars Kid

All Hail The Chosen One. May the force be with him!

This kid needs to get laid. fast!

Mocking Famous People: Jose Rizal, Father of the Emo Movement

Adios Patria Adorada

Surely everyone (I hope) knows the man engraved on the front side of a one peso coin. We've all seen him in Luneta basking under the hot afternoon sun watching over lovers too cheap to rent a room at a sleazy motel. We associate his name with hundreds of streets around the world and have a whole province dedicated to his memorial. We have all read his timeless novels, poems and recognize him as our own national hero. He is a god to some, a hero to many and an inspiration to all. He is the infamous Dr. Jose Rizal who shed his own blood to awaken the sleeping hearts and minds of the oppressed Filipinos and ignite the Philippine Revolution.

We all called him a great hero, a notorious ladies man and an eloquent speaker. He is the symbol of education, refinement and nobility. His name is equivalent to intelligence, patriotism and bravery. But little do we know that Jose Rizal is the founder of the Emo Subculture in the Philippines.

Yes, you heard me right. Our own national hero would listen to Chicosci today if he were alive and would sport tight-fitting shirts and jeans printed with logos of My Chemical Romance and The Used. He would wear eyeliners and black nail polish and occasionally slash his arms and wrists.

Here are the few reasons why I consider Jose Rizal as the Father of Philippine Emo:

1. What's With the One Sided Hair?






All pictures of Rizal showed him sporting a one sided hairstyle. God knows how much pomade he uses to maintain the shiny well-combed hair angling to one side as he walked through the windy alleys of Europe. He truly was the first one to make emo very fashionable.




2. Hero in black







Sure, we could say this is because coats were black. During that time men also wore brown and dark blue coats. Jose Rizal favored black more which is also favored by present day emos. This gave him that dark, mysterious and lonely aura that is typical from any emo kid.

3.Meetings at night



Rizal and his posse all met during the wee hours of the night. This was because what they talked about and discussed were banned and illegal. Similarly emos today prefer to meet at night for that is the only time they are able to justify their thick dark jackets and be able to freely talk without being ridiculed.

4. Oh, the Sad Sad Poetry

"One Only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again" - Jose Rizal



"At the end of the world Or the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever ever... Ever..."
- My Chemical Romance


Rizal has numerous poems credited under his name. A few talked about the patriotic stuff but the bulk tackled loneliness, grief, death, hopelessness and farewells. Play any My Chemical Romance song and you would see all these themes present as if Jose Rizal was a member of the 5 piece punk band.

And lastly..

5. Suicide, A willingness to give up your life.





It is debatable whether Rizal really accepted his faith wholeheartedly or regret all his choices but one thing is certain: this is what lingers in the minds of most emo people. Death, Suicide and self-hurt are the key elements of an emo personality. Rizal sure proved how emo he was when he stood lamenting his fate but resigned everything to destiny. He wrote a sad farewell letter (most emo people do) and finally got the deed done (with the help of Filipino and Spanish sharshooters).



So I might get bashed because of this article but I think its fun to reexamine key historical figures once in a while. Rizal was a hero certainly but for me Rizal is the ultimate emo kid who just happened to be born far ahead before Chicosci's Vampire Social Club debuted at MYX.

Pass The Hat: A Tribute to the King of Pop

Michael Jackson will always be the king of pop and an will be remembered as an immortal pop icon. His music became the soundtracks of generations and his image is known from both poles of the eart. This simple video made by our You Tube Team of The UP Virtual Ethnography class 2009 aims to spread the message of change and continue MJ's vision of a united and better world. Sing and Dance with the various members of the UP Diliman Community as we all pay homage to the late genius that aimed to change to world through his music.

Enjoy!!

Funny Image of the Week

"Ohh yeah baby, that's the spot"

Who said basketball is not gay at all? Men fighting over balls!

Election 101: Don't be the Common Man

Who would you rather have as your leader??

Someone like Julius Ceasar?



Or Someone like Mang Berting the Common man??






"Don't be the common man, be better than us, lead us! For God's sake we people were fooled by the macarena!" - Jon Stewart


Just like Christmas Day, the national elections are just around the corner as candidates begin to sing their carols (rather awfully) on every registered citizen's front porch. The smell of a fabulous Noche Buena served with campaign ads, painful jingles and horrible acting jobs linger at every TV station begging us to see those people who seek a presidential seat be seen as "the common man".

Early in the 90's the ever funny and satirical Jon Stewart said that during election time, that guy who wears that fancy suit everyday seeks to be seen by people as "the common man" to attract voters to a personality no different to our current situation. They pathetically try to trick us into thinking that we should vote for the common man who thinks likes us, talks like us and goes to sleazy a beerhouse like us to sing our hearts out to a run-down videoke machine. This I think goes way beyond the needed qualifications of a good leader.

First of all, the very reason that someone is deemed as a leader is that he has that specific trait that elevates him from the rest of society. Abraham Lincoln is not the average farm-raised, trash-talking 1800's american, Napoleon differed from most of the French during his time, and I bet Julius Ceasar did not share with the mindset most Romans associated themselves in. My point here is that an outstanding leader has that certain gift that most of us were not born with which destines him to lead his people to a state of glory and grandeur.

If I wanted the common man to lead me for six precious years of my life then I'd vote for that jobless "tambay" that hangs out in front of Aling Nena's store enjoying a session of drinking and smoking with his similarly unemployed friends. I might consider running for president myself and create laws that will enable me to get much booze I want for free for I know that's every common man's dream. The Christians surely did not see Jesus Christ as a common man for nobody will listen to someone talk all day long and preach about people's sins if he was not someone who men see as special. Jose Rizal would not be our national hero if he was just like us, for people like me would not die for a country to obtain its freedom.

So to all those presidentiables who seek to appeal to the masses by riding and driving a pedicab, singing with Sarah Geronimo, highlighting his childhood years in the slum or trying to get away with the age old tradition of hugging a child; please for Pete's sake you are not helping us decide. Be great, be glorious, tell us how you are like old Abe, compare yourself to Julius Ceasar, be Leonidas, be Genghis Khan, be the hero that people will look up to and be the perfect example of a great and prosperous nation you aim to achieve. Tell us that you are as great as any of the men that changed and shaped world history just don't tell us that you are like that jeepney driver who earns a meager amount barely enough to support his family of 7. For surely, just like all the other Filipinos, I wouldn't trust a jeepney driver to follow traffic rules and regulations, would I trust him more to lead my already starving people?

Funny Video of The Week

That's why wrestlers practice ring entrance. Not everyone is gifted enough to understand the basics of entering the ring, such as using your common sense.

This guy took too many blows in the head!

Funny Image of the Week

Now that's a woody!

Why Politicians Should Not Ride on Cory's Bandwagon

Is he Badass?


I know getting politicians to shut up is a task as ginormous as finding the lost city of Atlantis. We were all taught to live with the fact that the crap that comes out of the mouths of these talkative creatures are the same messages that determine our country's future. Sure there are the good tomatoes but unlike the case of the rotting apple, the good ones do not help in creating fresh perspectives. After a while in the seat vested by the people, they decay along with the manure of society. It seems that the job description stated below a politicians application form reads: "If you are a social climbing, backstabbing and greedy beast who talks shit and do not care for people then this is the job for you. And one more thing, you must be rich and well connected."

One perfect example is Mayor Alfredo Lim of Manila.

Nicknamed "Dirty Harry" for his hands-on and ruthless approach to dealing with criminals and drug dealers, everyone found out that all of this was just pure showmanship. Not long ago his son was caught by the Police and the NBI operating a drug den and selling meth on the streets. Thus the so called drugs No. 1 enemy all this time hides family members who partake in this enterprising venture. So in my opinion all this renaming of Manila Science High School to Cory Aquino High School is just his ploy to get back on the good side of people. One message Mayor Lim, this does not help.

Mayor Lim, this plan of yours only makes you look like a kid who tries to get on the good side of his Mommy and Daddy but ends up making things worse and getting grounded for a longer period of time. Trying to ride on the bandwagon of Cory's death and the Filipino's sympathy for her and out pouring of love would not make you a better mayor. What you are trying to do is just plain stupid. Masci does not deserve its history and legacy to be erased just because you want your shit to smell better. Cory does not deserve to be a replacement for your own mess ups. What we all need is that you act like the man you claim to be when you begged for people to vote for you and execute something that is long term.

Build a school, build a new building, build a road or build a park, I don't care what ever it is you build and rename after the late president. Do not desecrate the sacred ground which many a student spent their teen years dreaming of a better tomoorrow and better politicians. If Cory could talk right now I'm sure she'll tell you to piss off and leave Masci alone. She'd advice you in her famous venerable voice that what she would want is a new school to accommodate more students and for you to get your act together. This is the reason why our country is a mess politically speaking. Our leaders want to make life easier for them alone thus taking shortcuts that make matters worse. They patch the cloth with cheap-ass fabric that tears off after a day. Their solutions are similar to those of toddlers trying to make sand castles.

So my last message to you O GREAT MAYOR, is to leave our school out of your shallow plans. We take no pleasure in the thought that the fate of our school rests on politicians like you who lose their common sense when assuming office. Our Masci will be Masci forever long after you have stepped down and regretted all the mistakes you have done in your years as Mayor.

The Name Game 2: We Should Also Rename These

So here's the deal:

The news about Masci being renamed once again was ignited due to conflicting statements from the teachers and the administration of Manila Science High School. Thus, alumni and those concerned once again are furious about the idea of a Cory Aquino National High School. This is a clear attempt to erase Masci's legacy and would make all alumni students of an extinct institution. So If Mayor Lim wants to rename stuff, here are the places or institutions he should give new names.


Manila City Hall -SM Manila Parking Lot

Manila Zoo - Philippine Congress

Malacañang Palace - Adams Family Residence

Department of Justice - Department of Suhol

LRT - The Late Express

Paco Park -Mini Sogo Hotel

Baywalk - Pokpok park

US Embassy - Real Malacanang Palace, the center of Philippine Government

Department of Tourism - Philippine Center for Prostitution and Exploitation


I could go on and on...

Pacquiao for President: No There won't be Belts in this One

Isn't this terrifying??






A national election is a very big thing for us Filipinos. This is the time that we all strive to make our voices heard and burden ourselves with choosing the next leader and pray that he won't be a douche bag like the last one. Similarly an upcoming Pacquiao fight is as sacred as Christmas or Holy Week for we will be watching our hero bludgeon another unfortunate soul to cuts and bruises resulting in zero crime rates and mortal enemies making peace with each other (or perhaps the creation of new enemies due to losing big bets). But what is thrilling with this upcoming election (like the last one) is that the People's Champ Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao will be vying for another seat in the office. This surely beats Frazier vs Ali.

People have raised their eyebrows on this upcoming move by the rags-to-riches boxer for many believe (including myself) that he is incompetent for such role. Come on, throwing haymakers is very different from running a country! There won't be knockouts to put down financial debt and end widespread poverty. And surely, when all hell breaks loose due to poor decision making and lack of experience, he won't be saved by the bell.

My point here is that it takes more than sentences starting with "you know" to convince people that someone who punches hard and can take a hit can also give people better jobs and lives. We all have been victims of action stars that take their roles a little too seriously and use this to run for office ( Yeah, Lito Lapid the Gunslinging cowboy and Bong Revilla the all-around tough guy are GREAT senators!). Our political arena has become an extension of the Metro Manila Film Festival. For a country who aims to rise and achieve a brighter future ,supporting candidates who dance (uhm, not talking about Villar), try to act (Lalaban Tayo!!), and God forbid even sing (that guy from CHED with Sarah Geronimo can't sing shit! And also Bayani might be a good singer but pink doesn't match his eyes!) will not do us any good. So why should we worsen our circus-like politics by electing a guy who beats people up for a living?

Do not get me wrong, I don't hate Manny Pacquiao. I give him credit for putting the country back in the boxing map. I cheer for him when he fights and place my bets on him (and always win!). I recognize that he honestly earned his riches by literally fighting for it. What I don't like is that he will all just throw his hard work away by being aligned with the wrong persons (uhm, Chavit??) and losing all his money by running for office. He is a great fighter, But I believe that his 1-2 punch combo isn't enough reason for him to be an elected official.

If all else fail and the Pacman would run, Maybe Madame Auring should consider running for President. I assure her that she'll have my vote!

God help us all....

Funny Video of The Week

MMA At its Finest!!

Funny Image of the Week

Caption: "Mommy!!"

That will surely hurt in the morning

The Name Game: "Why Masci Should Stick to Being Masci"

a testament to Masci's glorious past being forgotten

"What is in a name?"
-Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare


Just recently news about the renaming of Manila Science High School to President Cory Aquino High School surfaced from several newspapers causing the alarm of many alumni including yours truly. Masci which has been around for more than 40 years, was threatened with an alteration of its identity from a Science High School to a school that will be named after a famous person. The good thing is that the alumni should set aside their placards, streamers and megaphones for now because the information is bogus.

Do not get me wrong. I recognize the contribution the late president has done to restore and preserve a democratic Philippines. I mourned with the millions of Filipinos during her death, wished Willie Revillame would suffer from small pox during his on-air tantrums about the video snippets and lauded the pictures from a newspaper that said GMA's coffin was the one being carried by the national guards. The only problem I have here is that Cory has her own legacy while Manila Science has its own.

Recognized as Asia's first science High School, Masci has been home to numerous leaders, scientists, artists and other influential people that made valuable contributions to their respective fields. Over the years Masci has experienced decline in facilities, morale from its students and its well deserved prestige. This was caused by improper funding from the local and national government that seems to forget that Masci is a legacy and proof of the Philippine's leadership in academics back in the day. This issue reminds us how Masci has sunk into a shadow of a more glorious past and has transformed into "just another public high school".

To my fellow alumni and others that stand for quality and relevant education, this is a wake up call and a warning that our beloved alma matter deserves more. This simple attempt of renaming our High School is an evidence that its wonderful past and significant contributions to the development of the Philippines is now forgotten for a simple renaming is equivalent to the erasure of its glorious history. Motions should be made to insure that Masci will stay as the Science High School it should be. Not only should we aim to protect its name but also the need for proper funding and better recognition should be addressed.

I enjoyed my formative years in this institution (maybe a little too much). I hold it as sacred ground. A renaming and decline of Masci is similar to vandalism and demolition of my beloved home. It is about time that this country of ours that is plagued with ingratitude, shame and corruption recognize that the preservation of this mere Science high school could mean that there is still hope, through science and education, for a better and brighter future for our country. Masci forever and Masci it will be. If you want to name a school for the late president then why not construct a new school which the country really needs more of.

Virtual Crackdown: Badass and Educational

One Badass School project. This is me living out my action star dreams!

Funny Image of the Week

Caption: "Daddy said this is the only doll boys should play with."

If you buy a child this toy as a gift for his first birthday, he will have a happy life.

picture taken from http://www.funnypicturesworld.com

Carlo J. Caparas= National Artist therefore MMDA Art = Masterpiece

taken from www.pep.ph/images/writeups/bb2c12b05.jpg

People, please don't bash Carlo J. Caparas because he was given the National Artist award. He really deserves it. Man, If you could wear that cap, denim jacket and unruly hair outside of your mother's basement then you are destined for stardom baby!

Carlo J. did not do anything wrong, in fact he did not do anything at all. He just copied some DC and Marvel Superheroes and made them talk in Filipino. He topped it off by giving them corny names that made songs of Renz Verano sound cool. This feat alone deserves him a spot next to legendary artists like Bayani Fernando, the genius behind the iconic MMDA art and Willie Revillame a man whose soul and passion for music produces songs that are so good, you just want to kill yourself. He is a visionary behind those 70's sunglasses and has predicted that people will be so dumbed-down by popular TV, his comics will be in rank with Rizal's Novels and Lino Brocka's Films.

So let us all salute this master craftsman! He not only popularized cheap-ass comics but also preserves 90's fashion at its worst (even April Boy Regino will be grossed out by his fashion statement). He truly deserves a slot among the knights of Philippine art and culture. He has inspired me to write on bathroom walls and rip-off Spiderman and hope one day I too will become a national artist!

Brain Gone Boom Boom

The human brain they say, is more than a million computers combined that essentially can process a bulk of information in a fraction of a second and can store a lifetime's worth of memory. In fact If you are looking for an IPOD then the brain is the best in terms of memory size and processing speed (just figure out a way to plug in your cables).

But I think I have come to the point that my Brain needs some reformatting. It has taken too much viruses and spyware (which I guess came from porn sites and pirate downloads) that it functions like a PC running on coal. My OS is obsolete and I must install the latest Windows 7 and get my brain running like a well lubed (lube for machines you dirty minded bastards) factory machine that creates a million packs of candies everyday to help kill people with diabetes.

So right know, I am concentrating all of my efforts in finding my excalibur in order to stroke my very delicate muse so that all my creative juices start flowing again. Some call it writer's block, some call it the saturation point, but for me, I just call it an empty brain.

Coronation of a King

I am a quirky and confused college boy who thinks the world revolves around me. Don't crucify me because of this. I know every human being who has set foot on this wretched earth has that secret dream of becoming the ruler of the whole wide universe. So since I lack the royal ancestry (poor peasant) and I don't have the gold reserves to finance my rise to leadership; I will just resort to poisoning people's mind with my superior ideological ideas that promise to blow shit away!

So tune in, read aloud and laugh at my creations. One day, they will be the constitution of some small country (I'm a poor dreamer).