Who’s watching us?

You know that fat ugly bastard who secretly rubs his dick against women’s asses in crowded places? That brown-nosing motherfucker who proudly high fives the boss after successfully finishing the dirty (read: illegal) work for him? That same retard who thinks no one’s looking every time he slips money (from the cashier) into his pocket, then re-tallies (and makes magic with) the computation so he won’t get caught? I bet you know him, right?

“Like…OMFG…I’m too sosyal for the boondocks!”

I guess some of you already came across this online buzz about a colegiala on Facebook who was so “traumatized” after experiencing her university’s immersion program where she had to spend the night with an Aeta family. We would’ve been ok with that, but she recalled her experience and posted it on her FB account.

You’re gonna hate her for what she wrote (most of the stuff she wrote were vile…she even complained about the “stinky Aeta kids”, especially the uhogin ones…well, her words were actually “so many dirty kadiri children…I DID NOT WANT ANY OF THEM TOUCHING ME!”).

In fairness, she was just probably being honest with what she feels…hindi sya plastik. And, since she posted her rants on her facebook account, it was probably meant to be read by her FB contacts only. Too bad, once you press “publish” or “post”, people (including strangers) will eventually read it…no matter how private you intended it to be.

I kind of pity the girl.

Read the screenshots of her Facebook entry here.

What the frak do you want from me???

I pretty much get it…you DON’T like me. I’ve accepted that weeks ago. It’s been almost a month since I succeeded in flushing you out of my system. I’ve been cold, I’ve been ignoring you, and I never texted you again… I already found peace.

Then came your text last Saturday…

DC: Hi, Lilith. Andito ka ba sa Galleria? (‘cuz you know that I regularly attend Victory church services every Saturday afternoon).

Me: Wala. Andito ako sa darting event ni sir. (I tried to be as cooold as possible)

DC: Ay, sayang, akala ko andito ka.

(In which I didn’t reply)

Then, earlier, you came into the office trying to be extra friendly.

Whaddafrak?? You’re so frakking typical! Frakking men! You creeps ignore us when we’re all over you…and when you guys realize we’ve lost interest, you’ll pretend to notice our existence and try to lure us back in. Well, I’m not falling for your trap! (although, I admit, I almost did). Manigas ka! Buwiseeet!

The “Intellectuals” and Twilight

I perfectly understand people who have seen the Twilight movie (but haven’t read the book) who don’t get the hype behind the Twilight phenomena. I also understand Twilight-ers who’ve seen the flick and are disappointed. The movie didn’t meet my expectations after all.

What I don’t get are people trying to give their “intellectual” opinion on the movie. I can be quite defensive when it comes to them.

Die, you heartless, soulless man, DIE!

I really, really, REAAALLY hope you die a lonely death, you cold and unfeeling son of a b***h! With how you lack passion, empathy, sympathy, or any human emotion, I say you’re probably a sociopath. Your hobby as a kid was probably killing and hurting small animals…that’s the only thing that can give you excitement.

If we weren’t in the Philippines, I’d guess you were probably a serial killer: you try to keep a normal facade that makes you mingle with the rest of us humans, but deep inside, you really don’t care much about human interaction, and the only thing that’s keeping you alive (and excited) is seeing people die in violence…die with your own hands.

You may never really experience (emotional) pain in this lifetime because, again, you lack any emotions. But I swear, I SWEAR, you WILL get hurt. You WILL be in such an excruciating mess that you’d want to take your own life just to end it.

I hate you, hate you, hate you, HAAAATE you. Oh, how I pray that I’d be the last person you see in your death. You’d see me laughing HYSTERICALLY as you die a slow, painful death.

And now, back to our regular, happy-happy-joy-joy programming.

P.S.

This should be the post to end all DC posts, and not my previous entry. But my DC posts are mostly all about love and longing. This new one is just pure HATRED.